Babysitters Pt. 04

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Chapter 1.

When Sharon heard those words, "Waiting my turn!". She froze, even when Alfred pulled out of her, she was unable to move, Alfred placed his hand gently on her back and leaning down whispered in her ear, 'we spoke about letting Henry have sex with you, remember?'

'Of course I do, but we never made a decision,' she was still immobile, lying face down. She felt Her son Henry's strong hands grasp her round the thighs, he effortlessly pushed his penis into her very wet vagina, still wide open from Alfred's penis.

That afternoon Sharon had enjoyed a large "thruster" style vibrator, Alfred's penis and now her son Henry's was about to join in.

'Alfred, I never,...., aagh.'

Henry's penis had penetrated her, it was a perfect fit, every part of her vagina was in contact with his shaft, she gasped again.

Alfred looked on and Henry gave an extra push, there was no more room, he was fully inside her, Alfred gave a "thumbs up".

Henry slowly pulled out, pleased at the satisfied noises his mother made, then quickly pushed it back in, this time she made an even louder noise.

'The right decision, eh, Sharon,' Alfred asked?

She made a garbled attempt to agree, but Henry was pushing in and out of her, going faster, his strong hands gripping her thighs, then he had his orgasm, Sharon felt his sperm pulsing into her, "it's so far up, it's going to be inside me for days", she thought, "in fact we may well do this again, he'll add to it and push it back up inside me". Her thoughts swirling around inside her head but trailed off as his movements slowed, 'leave it inside me, just until I recover from ....., all this, I need to come down slowly.' She demanded.

Henry pushed it back in, all the way and held her close to him, she sighed, tightening her vaginal muscles, feeling every inch of his dick. After a few minutes, Henry spoke, 'I don't think it's going to be able to stay in much longer, it's getting flaccid,' and sure enough it fell out, he released her and took a step back. He looked at her open pussy, no sign of his sperm, or his dad's, leaking out, 'I need to sit down and recover,' he told them.

'Me too,' Alfred agreed, 'what about you, Sharon,' he asked?

'I don't want to move, I could stay here like this, all day.'

But of course, that didn't happen and Sharon eventually raised her head and levered herself up to a standing position, 'did you two enjoy that,' she asked.

The father and son looked at each other and chorused a strong yes, of course!

'That's good because I'm going to charge you both for sex.'

Alfred frowned, 'but I'm your husband, you can't charge me,' he said, indignation in his voice.

'I need to save up for my own place,' Henry sounded whiny.

'That's no problem, I'll charge the "Three Musketeers" instead.

Henry looked across at his father, quizzically, 'they're three old codgers, when you mum goes for her Wednesday lunch, they sit opposite and look up her skirt, it's a stocking and suspenders treat,' he answered the unasked question.

'You make me sound like some sort of trollop,' she responded, 'anyway they're reasonably well off, retired with good private pensions, one of them gave me his card with his email address, that's how I know.'

'Which one was it,' Alfred asked.

'I don't know, he simply had the name "Porthos" written on the card. He was one of the three musketeers, in the book by Alexander Dumas, but these three are named Thomas, Richard and Henry, so we call them "Tom, Dick and Harry" obviously.'

Henry's jaw was slightly agape, 'so all of a sudden you decide to charge family and strangers for sex?'

'Yes, I might as well make money doing something I love, £50-00 for them and £25-00 for family, £200-00 in one day, good money and well earned,' she sat down, still naked, looking down between her legs, 'I should be leaking sperm by now,' she said, 'especially after being banged twice, does that count as a gang bang, do you think?'

'No, I don't think so,' Alfred answered, more like an MMF session.'

'Okay then, will three be a gangbang?'

'I would say that would definitely count as a gangbang.' Alfred replied.

She had a satisfied smile on her face, 'then I'm going to have my first gangbang,' she reassured her husband and son, 'you can join in if you want.'

'I will join in,' Alfred insisted, 'and I'll administer a spanking, I think your comments and intentions warrant one, don't you?'

She shrugged her shoulders, 'that won't change my mind.'

'No, I don't suppose it will, well there's no time like the present,' he stood up.

'I'll put stockings on.'

'You can watch if you want,' she said to Henry, he looked completely nonplussed and looked over to his father.

'It's okay by me, I sometimes think some of your girlfriends would benefit from a spanking, I'll show you how it's done.'

Alfred shifted in his chair, he was experiencing another erection, Sharon returned wearing matching bra, knickers and suspender belt, her stockings were fully fashioned seamed with a Cuban heel. Henry was experiencing the most surprising day of his life, his mother looked gorgeous, 'turn round,' Alfred ordered.

She faced away from him, 'see-through, they'll do, you can keep them on.'

Sharon smiled at Henry, it was a "don't worry smile, everything's fine".

Alfred sat on a dining room chair, she walked across and stretched out across his knee, hands on the floor in front of her, Alfred began a gentle spanking, more a demonstration of power than a punishment, Henry was transfixed. 'Do you want to have a go, good practice for you?' Alfred offered Henry.

'Er, no thanks. I think today has been instructive enough.'

The spanking over Sharon stood up, 'I'm available,' she announced, 'twenty-five quid a go.'

'Sharon you really are incorrigible, okay £25 it is,' and removed the money from his wallet, 'what about you Henry ready for another round?' By way of an answer, he also removed £25 from his wallet. Alfred took a one-pound coin from his pocket, flicked it in the air, 'call.'

'Erm, tails.'

'Heads, so I choose, and I choose to go second.'

In the meantime Sharon had sat on the edge of the table with a cushion under her now very bare bottom, her knickers dangling from her left ankle, each leg on a chair and spread wide apart, Henry walked over and looked his mother in the face, it was disconcerting, she had a smile on her face and reached down to unzip him, he helped her to get his penis and scrotum out, her fingers ran along his stiffening shaft, she wrapped her pussy around the head of his dick, 'push,' she instructed, he did and she fell back her clitoris making contact with the shaft, she was still soaking wet, it disappeared, up to the hilt.

'You know, this morning I woke up longing for a woman,' Sharon opened her eyes and they made eye contact, 'so much so that I was going to call my ex, see about getting back together.'

They stayed linked together, Henry making small grinding movements against her clitoris, she made a deep breath, no need to call her now, is there,' she asked?

'Definitely not, not while I can do this,' he said giving an extra push, he noted how she gasped and her eyes fluttered, he waited for her to recover, beginning to realise the power his dick had over her, her eyes opened and she smiled, she realised it also. He reached up and played with her tits, pleasantly surprised by their firmness, impressed by her perfect nipples, "I wonder if she'll let me suckle on them", then smiled, "she'll do so if I pay", he thought.

He was so intent on his own thoughts he didn't realise that she began to orgasm, he kept up his rhythm, it was spectacular to watch her, her entire body shuddered, he brought her down slowly, just then there was a tap on his shoulder. 'If I take over now, she'll be ripe for another orgasm,' his father almost whispered.

Sharon felt them change over, she thought it strange that her son hadn't orgasmed inside her but then the thrusting and grinding started afresh so she put it out of her mind and quickly reached a second orgasm in as many minutes. Alfred came inside her slowing down as he spent his load, his hands tight around her hips, then with a great whoosh of breath he released his hold and pulled out.

Sharon's second orgasm had left her sated though she had no objection to Henry using her to have his orgasm, 'er, dad, is it okay for me to finish off in mum?'

Alfred was appalled, 'I'm so sorry, I should have been more attentive, I was so keen to provide your mum with her second orgasm, which is usually how it goes, please take over, Sharon are you going to have a third one?'

'No, and thank you both, I'm going to lean back on the table, for Henry to have his orgasm, you can hold my legs up in the air, if you don't mind, I feel quite exhausted.'

'So, Henry enjoy yourself,' he looked down as Henry guided his dick into his mother, straight in, it went, Alfred was suitably impressed. 'If you want, now that you're inside, I can close her legs together, make her pussy really tight.'

'I'll have no trouble coming, but we may as well try,' and so saying Alfred placed her legs together.

'Wow, you can feel the difference,' Henry exclaimed, 'tell you what mum, you're a really good sport.'

'You mean lying here with my son's dick inside me only warrants the compliment, good sport?'

'Well, you know what I mean,' Henry replied, and knowing when to keep his mouth shut said nothing more, he also knew when you're in a hole to stop digging, he increased his thrusting and began to shoot sperm into her, she tighten her pussy muscles on each pulse, he took it as a sign of forgiveness.

'That was fantastic, mum, you're the best fu.....,'

'The best you've ever had?' She finished off for him.

'Yeah, the best!'

'Okay you two, help me down from this table,' they did so willingly, 'going to shower and hopefully get rid of all this sperm.'

Henry had a local office only twenty minutes away but had to spend a week at the head office, which was one hour away depending on the traffic, but they wanted to get him up to speed as soon as possible so the company decided to have him stay in their lodge, which had a chef and a cleaner. This was to allow them to get the maximum amount out of the time he was there. Alfred and Sharon looked forward to a low key, relaxed week.

Chapter 2. Monday

Sharon was looking at her iPad, Alfred reading a book on the history of English Kings and Queens. The house was beautifully quiet and serene. 'Henry will be gagging for it on Friday when he gets back,' Alfred announced out of the blue. 'Yes, I imagine he will, he did say he was going to phone when he was close to home.'

'Huh, so you can get prepared no doubt?'

'Probably, I take it you're okay and want to watch,' she paused, 'and join in?' She added unnecessarily.

'Yeah, I'll go second.'

Sharon laughed, 'as if you'd have a choice.' She laughed.

'I assume you'll be bent over the dining room table?'

'I'll be sat in the dining room so I will easily see him arrive, so I'll have plenty of time to get ready for him.'

'You'll hear him before you see him, a screech of brakes.'

'It's nice to be in demand,' her final comment.

They continued in companiable silence, Alfred nodded off, Sharon continued with her searches on her iPad.

Alfred woke up when his book fell onto the floor, after a moment of orienting himself, he was fully awake. 'What are you looking at?' he asked.

'Mumsnet,' she replied.

'Shouldn't that be "Granny's net"?'

She gave him a withering look, 'bored, are you? Why don't you go on "grumpy granddads" net?'

'There's no such thing.'

'Well, you could be the founding member, you're a grand dad and you're definitely grumpy.'

He gave an "harumph" and returned to reading his book, then a few minutes later, 'any particular topic?'

She sighed, 'yes two actually.'

He waited for her to go on but she studiously ignored him.

'What are they?'

'One is the thread about grandmothers who have taken the pill that allows us to produce milk, and the other was about stockings, it started off by a lady asking where's the best place to buy stockings.'

'Isn't it that site I go on "SHQ"?'

'Yes, but one lady came up with a good suggestion, charity shops, she said she managed to buy FFN's and they were quite cheap.'

'Maybe we should give it a try, what do you think,' Alfred suggested.

'Yes, it would make a pleasant afternoon of browsing, followed by a visit to the pub, we'll give it a try tomorrow afternoon.'

'Why in the afternoon, you know I like to relax in the afternoons,' Alfred moaned.

'Because you'll be busy in the morning making a milking table for me.'

If Alfred had had a cup of tea in his hand, he would have spilt it down his shirt front.

'What for,' he spluttered?

'So that I can be milked by two men at the same time, and a space behind me for a third one to use me.' Alfred was amazed at how matter of fact she was.

'I might need you to introduce the idea to them, not everyone wants to be involved in a gang bang.'

Alfred gave a deep sigh, 'do I get paid for pimping you out?'

'Oh, I never looked at it that way, I'll come with you, we'll play it by ear,' she told him.

That afternoon Alfred designed the milking table and made sure he had all the necessary tools and materials, next morning Alfred was up early in his workshop, he had every power tool imaginable, and soon made a table, Sharon looked it over tried it, undid her top and removed her bra and lay on the table so her tits dangled through the two holes, 'are they dangling at the right height for milking,' she asked?

'I'll get a chair,' Alfred moved a dining chair and a card table, they were both keen canasta players, he sat down and placed his hands on the nearest tit and announced; 'perfect.'

'Okay then, that's sorted, let's go into town and scour the charity shops.'

It was a bright, sunny day with a strong wind that kept people indoors, they meandered around for an hour or so and finally found themselves in the pub, perused their packages. Three pairs of FFNs, fully fashioned nylons at a fifth of their original price, and all brand new. 'Well, that's saved me some money,' Alfred said, pleasure in his voice, 'are you going to put a pair on?' He asked.

'I've got stockings on, no these are for special occasions, things like gangbangs and MMF sessions.'

Alfred turned his head to one side, 'suppose it makes sense,' disappointment in his voice.

'I'll tell you what, tomorrow, when we go to meet the three musketeers, I'll wear them then.' This cheered Alfred up no end, he grinned broadly.

The next morning, with Sharon wearing her newly purchased seamed stocking, they drove into town to the local library. Tom, Dick and Harry were reading the papers and chatting. Sharon veered off and went to the most remote bookcases, Alfred met up with the three of them.

Tom was the first to notice, 'well this is a nice surprise, is Sharon with you?'

'She's the reason why I'm here, to advise you of her latest madcap idea, gather round and I'll tell you.' They sat around the smallest table, not that there was anyone else in earshot, the three of them sensed Alfred had something important to impart and leant in.

'You see she rather likes you three, or feels sorry for you, one of the two, because you don't seem to have much in your lives in the way of sex, so cutting a long story short,' Alfred paused for effect, 'she willing to have sex with the three of you,' Alfred could almost hear their jaws drop.

'But there are conditions involved,' now there were anxious expressions.

'She wants two of you to milk her, while the third takes her from behind, then you swop until all three of you are fully sated.'

'What do you mean, milk her?' Dick asked.

'Have you heard of this pill, designed to help grandmothers produce milk to feed grandchildren?' Their faces took on a "oh yeah" look.

'So, Sharon's a grandmother?'

'Yes, but she is helping out a friend, a wetnurse,' Alfred explained.

'I always wondered what a wetnurse was,' Dick said, then frowned, what is a wetnurse?'

Harry stepped in, 'a woman who breastfeeds another woman's baby, used by Kings and Queens, rich people, that sort of thing.' He turned to Alfred, 'Sharon wants all three or it's no go?'

'Dead right, are you all up to it?' They nodded, 'I'll take you to Sharon.'

Alfred took them to the bookcase where Sharon was patiently browsing, 'when she heard them approaching, she got down on her haunches and opened her legs wide, 'stop here gentlemen,' Alfred ordered, 'bottom shelf, look through,' after a second or two there was a series of gasps, 'magnificent,' they chorused.

Sharon stepped from around the bookcase, 'so you are here because my husband, has done a good job of persuasion, am I correct?'

'Didn't need any persuading,' Tom observed, 'why is there a catch?'

'There most definitely is, it will cost you fifty pounds each, but for that you get to milk me, see me at my best, from the rear that is, and best of all come inside me, no condoms, unless you choose to wear one, and, best of all I can make ice cream from the expressed milk.'

Dick put his hand up, 'er, does the fifty include 20% VAT?'

'Sharon managed to keep her voice under control, 'no Dick, I'm not going to tell the British government which consists of "woke lefties", what I am up to, so you won't be able to claim it as tax relief.'

'So, fifty it is, better than sixty' Dick responded, 'and when is the big day?'

'Tomorrow afternoon if that suits everyone,' they all agreed, 'oh, and it's payment in advance, cash only, no credit cards,' and with those words they parted to meet up again on the morrow.

Chapter 3.

The following morning was a hive of activity, Sharon mounted the milking table, Alfred placed a chair on each side of the small table which held two bowls, 'they're close enough to catch all the milk without getting in the way of the milkers.'

The final test was to go behind her and insert his penis, 'how's that feel,' he asked?

'Fine, any trouble getting it in?'

'No,' he said as he began a vigorous in and out movement.

'I just wanted you to check for how easy it was to put it in, not to come inside me.'

'Sharon, my love, if my dick goes inside your pussy, it's going to shoot its load, and it's not far off, anyway you were soaking wet.'

Alfred was too busy coming to argue further, breathless, leaning over her he asked, 'are you going to get rid of my cum?'

'No, if anyone notices, it might be a good idea to say we've had a test run, and everything works, especially your balls, now do you want to remove it so I can prepare some goodies for this afternoon.'

Alfred did as he was asked, 'I'm going to read and recover my energy,' he told her and disappeared into his den.

Sharon hadn't orgasmed and was filled with nervous, sexual energy and Alfred's cum, she busied herself in the kitchen, every time she took her mind of her cooking her thoughts were all about the three new penises, plus Henry would be back for the weekend, and she would have his cock as well.

She was buzzing with anticipation, for a moment she thought of using one of her vibrators, but then it would take the edge off what was to come.

At the allotted time she was ready, matching underwear, fishnet stockings and heels with a strap around the ankle, and she heard a car enter the drive, 'Alfred, we have visitors,' she called out.

'On my way,' he replied and opened the door to the three anxious participants.

'Hi Alfred,' they chorused, 'we're not too early, are we?' Tom asked.

'No lads, Sharon's waiting in the front room.'

'Welcome everyone, looking forward to this afternoon?'

'Sure are,' they replied.

Alfred went to the window and pulling aside a curtain and saw their car. 'That's a bit of an old banger, are you sure you lot can afford fifty quid?'

'It's okay for dogging sites, no-one's going to nick it that, that's for sure,' Harry said.

'You know, I'm surprised, you never hear of vehicle thefts,' Sharon said looked thoughtful, as she welcomed them.

'That's because there's normally a load of blokes,' Tom spoke this time.

'Yes, a lot of distracting activity, Sharon said smiling, 'now are you lot nice and clean, especially your hands, you're going to be handling my tits remember.'

'Of course, yes and definitely,' came the replies.

She provided snacks and beer; Harry was content with low-alcohol beer. The conversation was mainly about dogging sites, Alfred and Sharon were impressed by their knowledge.

Sharon stood up collecting plates and glasses, 'everyone finished?' It was a rhetorical question; they mumbled their replies. 'Right, let's go and see the milking table, shall we?' And led them into the milking room.

'Impressive,' Tom spoke for all of them, 'did you make this Alfred?'

'Did it in one morning,' he replied proudly.

'I take it those two holes are for your tits,' Dick asked Sharon.

'They are, Dick and they were checked out this morning, I think it might be the right time for me to mount the table?' Sharon looked at Alfred.

'We might as well, we know it works,' he replied.

Sharon turned her back to Tom, 'righto, you can unzip my frock,' which he did slowly and carefully, as he lowered her frock, she revealed her underwear, to gasps of delight.

'Now Dick, the bra,' Dick stepped forward and despite his initial fumbling he managed to remove her bra, there were looks of admiration at her pert breasts and noticeable nipples, the perfect size for suckling babies. 'When I had our kids, every two years these provided milk almost non-stop for six years,' she said, proudly.

'And finally, your turn Harry, I assume you know what to do?' Harry pushed forward almost lunging, he placed a thumb either side of her underwear, under the elastic and removed her knickers nice and slow.

Harry was bent forward, his face no more than a foot from her pussy, 'I wish I'd worn my glasses,' he said mournfully, mainly for effect as everyone were nervous to some degree and found relief as a result of Harry's joke.

'Someone's done a very neat job of trimming your hair Sharon,' Tom said admiringly, 'very neat handiwork there Alfred,' he added. Alfred preened at the compliment, but the time for talk was over.

'Are you ready,' Sharon?

'As ready as I'll ever be,' she said, eager hands helped her onto the table. She manoeuvred until her tits were hanging straight down, then moved her legs so her knees were at right angles, and her pussy was ready for action.

They stared at her open, waiting pussy, 'what lovely full labia,' Tom spoke, mesmerised, 'you can see the inner labia poking through as well.'

Sharon's body stirred slightly, pleased at the comment.

'What order do you want to go in?' Sharon asked.

'Tom spoke for them, 'we did have a chat and decided we all wanted to go second! We thought maybe you had an idea.'

Alfred said, 'coin toss?'

'Can't do that Alfred, there's three of us and a there's only two sides to a coin,' Dick spoke with the authority of someone who knows.

What Alfred meant of course that they each toss a coin until one was the odd one out and that person went first but decided to keep "mum" to avoid embarrassing Dick. The thought went through his head that Dick was suitably named, he was a dickhead.

Sharon took a deep breath, 'you should go in the order of, not length so much, as thickness, thick goes first, thicker goes second and the thickest goes third, that way my pussy will find it easier to take you all, if it's done gradually as I've suggested, what do you think?'

It was decided; Dick was to put his dick in first followed by Harry then Tom.

'Before anyone does anything I need to show you how to milk her, okay?'

There was an eager nodding of heads.

'Right, watch and listen carefully, thumb and two opposing fingers place them above the nipple and gentle pressure pulling downwards onto the nipple, once the milk flows,' and as he spoke milk started to ooze from the nipple. Milk flowed into a heavy stone mug.

Alfred sat Tom and Harry down opposite each other, escorted Dick round to what he called, the mounting point, 'okay you know what to do Dick, I'll leave you to it, I'll go and check on the other two.'

Sharon listened in silence, she shifted slightly as she felt herself getting wet, she wondered if it was Alfred's cum from the morning session. She felt Dick move behind her, any second now she thought, he was fumbling with his zip: which seemed to take ages then all of a sudden, he was fully inserted, they both gave a "whoosh" of expelled breath, 'crikey,' she managed to gasp out, 'that went in easy.'

'And deep, eh Sharon, don't you think?'

'Yes, very deep.'

'Up to the hilt.' Dick confirmed.

'Dick, just get on with it, there's two other people to consider,' Alfred advised.

'Okay, I'll just bang away then.'

'Please do,' Alfred replied.

Dick had been moving his penis inside Sharon during the conversation and was close to coming, it didn't take him many more strokes to come, with loud groans and moans, his noisy orgasm gradually died away as he emptied his balls into Sharon. 'That was good, whose go is it next?'

Harry jumped up, letting go of Sharon's tit, 'take over the milking Dick,' Harry told him, 'I've got it flowing nicely.' They almost bumped into each other but after some hasty side to side manoeuvring Harry found himself behind Sharon, her pussy was leaking a combination of female lubricant and cum. He already had his dick out and just like Dick, he pushed it in up to the hilt despite it being thicker, Sharon took it in with no problem. He began to push it in and out, this brought a complaint from Dick.

'Hang on Harry, I'm trying to get hold of Sharon's tit here and it's swinging back and forth!'

Harry stopped, 'there are times Dick, you know, when you are a liability.'

But Dick got hold of the errant tit and started to milk her as though he'd been doing it all his life. Harry came inside Sharon, adding even more cum to the three loads she'd already taken that day. 'You're turn Tom,' came the inevitable instruction.

Sharon was floating on air, both tits being milked simultaneously, the third and thicker cock about to enter her, for a moment her mind turned to her son Henry, it would be good if Tom's fitted as well as her son's, it slid into her, 'hmm,' she sighed quietly, not bad, not bad at all. Tom immediately started to bang away at her pussy.

'How's the milking going lads,' asked Alfred, 'still some left, is there?'

'Having tried both, they're both equally productive I'd say, Dick?'

'I agree plenty of milk in each tit, left or right.'

Sharon was close to orgasm and the talk about them milking her sent her over the edge, she writhed in pleasure, 'oh boy, that was good, thank you everyone.'

Tom stood behind her, there was no rush to withdraw, he kept moving it gently. Sharon was still in a state of pleasure, gently massaging Tom with her vaginal muscles, 'I think I've still got milk, if you want to carry on,' she told them.

'|'m going to stay her a bit longer if I may' Tom asked?

'That's okay,' she replied, 'I'm in no rush.' She smiled.

'I'll put the kettle on,' Alfred announced, 'tea and cake,' he offered, 'at least we know the milk is fresh.'

Chapter 4.

After they had all left, promising to meet up on the following Wednesday, Alfred and Sharon made love, they easily achieved orgasm but somehow, although it was a necessary end to the proceedings, they felt deflated, the evening was a bit of an anticlimax.

'I wonder what Henry's doing,' Alfred asked?

'I was wondering the same thing, I'm looking forward to seeing him again, although those three weren't bad, Henry is just the better, erm...., how can I put it, ....., he's a better fit.'

Alfred laughed, then thought for a moment, 'which of them was the best "fit",' he asked?

'It was strange really, I suppose, Dick was long and thin, Harry was thicker but not so long, it didn't feel so deep as Dick's, Tom was definitely the thickest, it was closer to you and Henry,' she answered, very diplomatically.

Just then Henry phoned to say he would be home late Friday afternoon.

'Henry was very considerate, wasn't he, you know, letting us know he'd be here for the evening meal,' Alfred ventured.

'Considerate, considerate?' Sharon snorted, 'he wanted to make sure I'd be ready to give him sex; I had a text from him, he asked which shops stocked fishnet stockings.'

'I got the impression from his messages this week that he's been had a gruelling week, sixteen hour days for instance.' Alfred looked thoughtful, 'of course, he's had no sex all week, probably too tired to play with his penis, huh, he'll be full to bursting with sperm.'

'Which means five minutes after he gets home, I'll be bursting with sperm.'

'I thought you already were, what was it four men and five loads?'

'Yes dear,' she replied, you had to go one better, which....,' she emphasised, 'you're entitled too.'

Alfred smiled, 'yes, you're right, as your husband I should have priority.'

'And you do dear.' They were quiet for a while, Sharon crocheted and Alfred continued reading his history book.

Alfred yawned and put his book down, 'what are you making,' he asked.

'A bikini.'

'You can't crochet a bikini it's got too many spaces in it. Anyway, doesn't look like a bikini to me,' he responded.

She held it up, 'what does it look like?' She asked annoyed at the interruption.

'A shopping bag? Oh yeah, it's a shopping bag.'

'Correct,' now let me continue, this will be a lot lighter than the ones I've got, okay?'

'I'll read my book,' Alfred replied, a hint of indignation in his voice.

Sharon decided it was her turn to do the annoying, and asked; 'are you up to Alfred the Great, yet?

'Alfred the Great was never the king of England, it was his grandson, Aethelstan, he united all of the Anglo-Saxon kingdoms into England.'

'What funny names they had,' Sharon countered totally disinterested.

Alfred tried to ignore her, they were slightly on edge waiting for the return of Henry.

Chapter 5, Friday.

The next morning, they both went shopping, driving for an hour to a little market town where once again they searched for stockings in the charity shops, 'much better class of ladies in places like this,' Alfred remarked holding up a cellophane bag holding brand new stockings.

Sharon smiled her pleasure, 'nice to have so much choice, and so cheap,' she added. When they found a pair of seamed fishnets, Sharon was even more pleased, 'I'll be wearing these later,' she told Alfred.

They went for a pub lunch, and as they dawdled over their drinks, they heard Alfred's phone sounded, it was Henry, his face appeared on the screen, 'in the pub I see,' he stated, 'what a great way to spend a Friday lunch-hour, anyway, just to let you know I'll be back in about two hours.'

Sharon's stomach turned over, her thighs were tense, two hours! No-one spoke thinking of the significance of Henry's statement, Sharon held the cellophane bag with the fishnets in, 'can you guess what's in here?'

'I've got a good idea,' he answered.

'Well, in two hours you're going to find out.'

'Can't wait to get home,' he finished, and rang off.

Sharon found the drive home unusually relaxing, 'I'm going to push the seat back and lower it so I can nod off.'

'You can put your feet up on the dash if you want to,' Alfred offered.

'No thanks, I want to get home in one piece.' Which they did.

Once they were home, Sharon and Alfred showered and dressed, Sharon wore seamed fishnets and turning her back to Alfred asked the eternal question when women wore seamed stockings, 'are my seams straight?' She raised her skirt to her stocking tops, Alfred looked on, 'yes, straight as can be.' She harrumphed, happy at that statement.

They sat in the living room, time seemed to have stopped, watching tv, not taking it in when suddenly Henry's car appeared, it was electric, and made no sound. Alfred jumped up, 'I.., er, I'll go and open the door.'

'And I'll bend over the table and prepare myself.'

'You'd best be quick,' Alfred advised as he went to open the door.

'Hi Dad, how're you,' Henry asked, 'where's Mum?'

'Front room, over the table.'

Sharon heard Henry bound into the room, she heard his exhalation of breath in a long 'wow, mum, you look great,' her skirt was up her back. He advanced towards her.

'That car of yours is very quiet, I barely had time to lift my skirt.'

'Hell, don't apologise, I've been dreaming of this all week,' she heard him undo his zip and tensed as her approached, obviously removing his penis and testicle to prevent hindrance.

He lowered her panties, lacy, see-through, he rolled them down her thighs, then with one hand on her thigh he used the other to guide himself between her labia and into her vagina, 'wow, that went in easy, have you and dad been preparing for me?'

'No, not exactly but I am well prepared as you just found out, I'll tell you later but for now concentrate on your pleasure.'

Henry did not hesitate but began to thrust with vigour, for Sharon it was another great sensation, but for Henry he felt he came too soon, he pushed his sperm into her, spurt after spurt, he stayed inside her until he was finished then resuming his in and out thrusting, his mother tensed her vaginal muscles around his penis each time it was fully inserted, and on each withdrawal, feeling the pressure, his pleasure increased. But nothing lasts forever and he slumped over her back, sexually exhausted, all tension left Sharon and she also relaxed over the table.

'I think it's your turn,' he turned and spoke to his father.

Alfred waited a few seconds, but nothing happened, 'you're going to have to take it out, you know, I won't be long and then you can put it back in,' Alfred suggested helpfully, Henry pulled out quickly and there was a squelching sound.

'Fantastic,' he mumbled.

Sharon turned quickly still supported by the table and open her legs wide, Alfred slid inside her and she pulled her labia apart, one thing she loved about Alfred was that he always found her clitoris, he made contact and began the in-and-out thrusting, Sharon shuddered, then she spasmed, coming before her husband.

Knowing how much she enjoyed the sensation of sex he continued until he was unable to hold back and he also orgasmed. Sharon tried to work out how many times she had received sperm and counted to seven times from five different men, 'phew,' she gasped, 'who'd have thought but my sex life is just getting better, I wonder what's next? She looked at Alfred and Henry, who said nothing but merely grinned.