Stood Up and Staying Up

Stood Up and Staying Up

A bunch of my workmates had chipped in to take me to a nightclub to celebrate my 19th birthday, and although clubbing wasn't really my thing, I had gone along. We had only been there a short time when this chick breezed in, with legs up to her armpits and dressed to kill in a short skirt that scarcely hid her naughty bits, and tits to die for, under a blouse that struggled to to cover her nipples. After a glance around, she made a beeline for our table, grinning as she greeted the gang, who clearly knew her.

"Who's the newcomer?" she asked, studying me. When they introduced me and explained the occasion, she smirked and sat on my lap. "Oh goody, I do like a birthday boy. Hi, I'm Connie, I'm part of the furniture around here. What are we drinking?" she asked, taking a sip from my glass.

Maybe it was my imagination, but she seemed to be coming on to me all evening, and despite the guys warning me that she was the biggest prick teaser since Delilah, fueled by booze I asked her for a date, which she surprised me by accepting.

Now, after a week of fighting my fantasies about Connie's endless legs, her luscious tits and my almost constant boner, I was chomping at the bit at the agreed meeting place, and wondering if my friends had been right about her, because although I had turned up half an hour ahead of time, she was already twenty minutes late.

I looked at my watch and snorted with a mixture of impatience and annoyance.. 'Another ten minutes' I thought, 'then I'm out of here.'

Almost exactly nine minutes later, I sighed with relief as she got out of a cab. I started towards her, but to my dismay she brushed past me as if I wasn't there, and shoved her tongue down the throat of a guy about ten feet beyond me.

I wasn't exactly in the best of moods when I arrived back home, so I headed directly to my room. As I was passing Mom's room I heard her voice come through the partly open door. She sounded upset, so I peered in through the gap in the door. Sitting on her bed dressed in her ever present robe, she was holding a video conversation with Glenda who lived next door, and was a nutritionist and sometime personal trainer at the gym owned by her and her husband Steve.

"It's a vicious circle," Mom mourned. The more I eat, the fatter I get, and the fatter I get the more I eat. I can't blame him for leaving me. What man wants to wake up next to a whale?" She lifted her breasts. "I can't remember the last time anyone wanted to feel these, and It's even longer since anyone wanted to fuck me."

I didn't hear Glenda's response because I was tiptoeing downstairs, where I silently opened the front door and closed it with a loud slam, to warn Mom that I was home. What she had said was right, but only up to a point. She did eat too much, and she was overweight, but she was not as fat as she believed. Besides, although she had always been plus sized, rather than being the reason dad left three years ago, most of her excess weight had been gained since he left. There was no doubt in my mind though that his leaving was the reason she had let herself go more and more, until it reached the stage where she just moped around the house, no longer bothering to get dressed except to go shopping for food.

Without bothering to tread quietly, I went upstairs, feigning surprise when I glanced into her room and saw her sitting on the bed, her laptop now closed. She wiped away a tear as I sat beside her and put an arm around her.

"What's up Mom," I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Look at me," she sniffed. "I'm a mess. Who would want a pile of blubber like me?"

"I would Mom, I love you."

"Every son loves his mother," she sniffed again. She half turned away as I reached to put my other arm around her in a comforting hug, and my hand inadvertently landed on her breast.

"You're not a pile of blubber, you're my Mom, and I really do love you." I insisted, hoping she hadn't noticed. As soon as I said it I realised that I meant it exactly how it seemed, given the position of my hand.

She hesitated a couple of moments too long before she brushed my hand away. "No Billy, It's not right."

The frustration of being snubbed by Connie when I was sure I was on a winner, combined with Mom's hesitation and the soft warmth of her tit served to shake a couple of my marbles loose, and I slipped my hand inside her robe and cupped its twin. "What's so wrong about wanting to make my Mom feel good?" I asked, giving it a suggestive squeeze.

She hesitated again then grasped my wrist, but made no attempt to remove my hand. "That's my point. I AM your mother."

"Don't think like that," I urged as persuasively as I could, emphasising my words with a firm stroke, pleased to feel her nipple harden. "Think about what you need." I tweaked her nipple. "Think of how this feels, how it makes you feel, how you want to feel."

There was an appreciable silence, then she sighed and let go of my wrist. Elated, I worked on both breasts alternately until her breathing became a succession of gasps, then I pressed gently on her shoulders. "Let me see them." Again, she gave a helpless sigh and lay back, and opening the top of her robe, I stared at her superb jugs. Each enticing thimble sized nipple stood hard and proud on an areola that looked big enough to fill my mouth, and I lowered my head.

"I didn't say you could..... Oh God!" she gasped. Then she was holding my head, pushing my mouth from tit to tit and back again, over and over.

I fondled the soft mounds, and sucked greedily at her nipples for maybe five minutes, before sliding my hand down over the roundness of her stomach, then she tensed.

"Please Billy, no. Not there. Not my pussy."

Her protest was so weak that I was sure she would offer no resistance if I fucked her, but something about her tone told me it would be a huge mistake. She may welcome my cock, even enjoy feeling it inside her, but afterwards she may not only resent her weakness, but resent me even more for exploiting it, which was the last thing I wanted.

I stood up and looked down at her. "OK Mom, but remember I love you and no matter what, I'll always be here for you whatever and whenever you want." With a last lingering look at her well sucked nipples, I turned and left the room.

After tossing and turning for hours, thinking of what might have been, and glad I hadn't gone too far, I finally fell asleep, but a bursting bladder woke me as the sun was rising. I took a leak and rinsed my hands and face to freshen up, then peeped in on Mom. She didn't appear to have moved, still lying across her bed with her breasts bared, and staring unseeingly at the ceiling with eyes hollowed from lack of sleep. I sat beside her and took her hand. "I'm sorry about last night Mom, I was out of line."

She shrugged her shoulders without looking at me. "There's no undoing what's been done."

I reached out to pull her robe closed, but she must have misunderstood my intentions, because she took my hands. "Maybe you were right," she whispered. "Maybe this is exactly what I need." Putting my hands on her breasts she added, "Love them again." I hesitated a moment then started stroking, but she pulled my head down. "Suck them."

Seeing it as an opportunity to arouse her even more than I had last night, I set about sucking and fondling her tits with increased enthusiasm, and as she began to respond, I again slid my hand lower. I paused, anticipating another rejection, but her thighs parted, and I quickly opened her robe and knelt between her knees, staring at the plump pouting lips and the hard bud that seemed to beg for attention. It was the first real live pussy I had ever seen, but I figured I had watched enough online porn to have some idea of what women liked, and inhaling her exotic aroma, I dipped my head.

Mom flinched when my tongue touched her clit, then she began to gently undulate her hips, setting a rhythm to match my licking. When she started to cum I could no longer ignore my aching boner, and I stood up and pushed off my p/js, before kneeling again and taking aim.

"Please Mom," I begged. "I have to."

I don't know what I would have done if she had refused, but she looked at my hard cock and nodded slowly. "I know Billy. It's OK. You caught me by surprise last night and I wasn't ready. Now I am."

We both gasped as I pushed into her, and I shook my head in wonder. The number of times I had dreamed about what my first fuck would feel like as I watched porn on my computer couldn't even come close to the reality, and the magic her cunt was working on my cock, as her inner muscles flexed and rippled along my plunging shaft, was making it better by the second. We fucked steadily, treasuring every thrust until I couldn't hold back any longer, and I sent a hot stream of cum into her clinging depths, just as she reached her own peak.

She smiled contentedly as I pulled out. "Thank you Billy. Not for the fuck, although I didn't realise how much I needed it until you made me cum. Thank you for making me feel like a human being again. For making me feel wanted."

I lifted her legs gently on to the bed and helped her turn until she lay lengthwise with her head on the pillow. "I told you Mom, I'll always want you, no matter what. Not just for that. For being you. Even if we never do it again, that will never change. All I want is to have my old happy Mom back again, and I'll do whatever it takes." I pulled the bed sheet over her and kissed her chastely. "Now try to get some sleep."

Returning to my room, I lay with my eyes closed, replaying everything that had happened. Any reservations my Mom had had about the forbidden seemed to have vanished the instant she had recognised her need, and let me put my cock inside her wet snatch, and she had put everything she had into fucking and being fucked.

My own exhaustion finally caught up with me, and when I opened my eyes again it was eleven o'clock. I took a much needed piss and a quick shower, before donning a clean pair of boxers, then I went into the kitchen and made a plate of sandwiches.

Mom was just waking up as I took the food into her, and she smiled and sat up, allowing the sheet to slide down, and mischievously shaking her shoulders to make her tits wobble as I sat beside her. We had both missed breakfast, so we were too hungry to talk, but when we finished eating she lay back and kicked the sheet off, and patted the bed beside her.

I stretched out with my head on her breast, and she asked softly, "What now? Do we do it again or do you put it in my mouth?" I raised my head and looked into her face to see if she was serious. Her expressive smile convinced me, and it took me about a millionth of a second to make up my mind, but I made a show of thinking about it.

"We have all afternoon and tonight, so why not both?"

Her smile widened. "I was hoping you'd say that. Nothing says 'I love you' to Mr Special better than sucking his cock without him having to beg for it."

I thought 'Mr. Special' sounded quaint and old fashioned, but it made me feel good to hear her say it.

She turned top to tail beside me, and lay on her side facing me, her uppermost leg bent up at the knee so I see and reach her pussy, and when I slipped a finger into her she sighed with pleasure, leaning over and opening her mouth. I had lost count of the number of times I had fantasized about having my cock sucked, but I never in my wildest dreams imagined it would be as sensational as my Mom was doing it. Nearly all of my friends who had persuaded their dates to go down on them had said the girl had been reluctant, and wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible, but Mom seemed to want it to last forever. The way her lips and tongue worked up and down my shaft it felt like my mind would explode, and I finger fucked her furiously, casting my eyes around the room, trying to distract myself from the tightening in my balls. I managed to hold out for about ten or fifteen minutes before I sent a hot stream of thick love juice cascading down her throat, just as her orgasm struck.

"Oh God, that was the best!" she gasped, licking her lips. "We're going to have to do this more often." For the first time since Dad left she smiled with genuine pleasure. "I feel like some fresh air. Give me a chance to clean up, and we can go for a walk." She disappeared into the bathroom, and I went to get dressed.

Fifteen minutes later we strolled to a local park, where we spent a pleasant hour watching children on the play equipment, then Mom nudged me and grinned. "Let's go home. You owe me another fuck." If I had not had to match her pace, I would have broken records for covering the distance to home.

Needless to say, when we arrived we wasted no time in hurrying to her room and stripping each other, but just as I was about to push my cock into her waiting cunt, we were interrupted by a familiar "Rat-ta-tat tat" on the front door.

Mom cursed and reached for her robe. "Damn, that sounds like Glenda."

Grabbing my clothes, I bolted to my room and threw on my shirt and pants, descending the stairs just as Mom was showing our visitor into the living room. I did a quick double take. Glenda had obviously come straight from work, and was wearing only a leotard which flattened her tits, but clung wetly to a sweaty and perfectly formed camel toe.

Taking a seat, she flashed me a wicked grin at the direction of my stare, then turned to Mom, suddenly all business. "Right, I spoke to Steve, and if you seriously want our help, it's yours, but I warn you it won't be quick and it sure as hell won't be easy. If you stick at it though, I promise you we WILL get results."

For more than an hour and a half she talked about what Mom could expect, although I suspected she was making it sound worse than it would be in reality. I only listened with half an ear, because all I wanted was for her to piss off so I could get into Mom's cunt, and Glenda herself didn't make it any easier for me. Maybe it was my imagination, maybe not, but every time I glanced in her direction, even though she never looked at me, she seemed to sense it and opened those long, oh so bare legs, just enough for me to see the inch and a half wide strip of fabric stretched tightly over her slit.

As soon as she left, Mom threw off her robe and leaned forward with her hands flat on the seat cushions of the couch. "I thought she would never leave," she gasped. "Quick, get it in me!"

Dropping my pants, I moved behind her, and dug my fingers into her dangling tits to pull her cunt onto my cock, fucking her as if it was the last screw I would ever get.

She gave a howl of glee and pushed back to meet me. "Fuck yes! Just what I need! Seeing you staring at Glenda's pussy was driving me up the wall. I swear if I hadn't been here she would have had you in her like a ferret in a rabbit hole."

I laughed at her analogy, and responded by thrusting more vigorously, until another load of my cum flooded her dripping twat. When I pulled out she flopped over onto her back and sighed contentedly. "If I'd known you were this good - and if I'd thought of it at the time, I'd have let you fuck me when your Dad first left!"

About a half hour after Mom and I had a wake up fuck the next morning, Glenda showed up to take her to the gym to discuss arrangements with Steve. Throwing on her robe, Mom went to open the front, and I dashed to my own room to dress. As I went downstairs, I passed Mom on her way up to follow suit, and when I reached the bottom, Glenda was entering the living room. She was wearing a leotard again, a more modest one, although this time I could just make out the faint outline of her nipples. She declined my offer of a cup of coffee, and rummaged in her briefcase, and I went into the kitchen and switched on the coffee maker. When I returned she was lounging against the door frame with a slight smile, apparently engrossed in studying some documents.

I took the opportunity to study her superb figure whilst she was distracted, and my mouth went dry. Whilst I was in the kitchen she had pulled the bottom of her leotard up so tightly I could see not only the outline of her slit, but the bare outer edges of her pussy lips. She gave no indication of being aware that I had returned, or that I was staring, but when she heard Mom coming down the staircase, she turned away and adjusted her leotard, before giving me a sly grin.

As they were leaving she handed me a slim recipe book. "If you want to help your Mom, any food you have that isn't in here you can donate to the local food bank. What's in here will more than compensate, and you'll be helping people in need."

They were gone almost two hours. Two hours which I spent alternately resenting Glenda for being a prick teaser, and mentally tugging her leotard aside to have a proper look at her pussy, imagining how it would feel wrapped around my cock. I knew it was a futile dream, because on the rare occasions I saw them together, she and Steve seemed to have eyes only for each other, despite the age difference - she was only about four or five years older than me, and he was closer to Mom's age.

When Mom came home she slumped on the couch looking despondent. "I'm not sure I can do this. Glenda made it sound tough enough, but the way Steve talked he made it sound ten times worse."

I put an arm around her. "Take one day at a time, Mom. You can do it if you keep your eyes on the prize, and I'll be backing you all the way."

"I know you will, but what if I come home too tired to give you what you want? What you deserve? What if all I can do is let you cum in my mouth when what you need is a proper fuck?"

"Hey," I responded. "I got along before, I'll get along again. Besides, do you seriously think I'd complain about having my cock sucked?"

She sniffed. "It's not the same. Women are different. We like fucking, but we can live without it. But once a man knows how it feels to put his cock in a pussy he has to have it all the time."

I pulled her closer. "I don't know about that. Only time will tell. Right now the only thing I really care about is seeing you happy. If you don't want it, neither do I"

"That's the problem. Although I was never even close to being unwilling, during that last year or so before your father disappeared, sometimes I had to think myself into the mood." She gestured toward her crotch. "But after the way you did me yesterday after Glenda left, this has been doing all the thinking. Especially since we fucked this morning." she added, partially contradicting what she had said about being able to live without it.,

Inwardly cursing the effect her unexpected admission had on me, even though I didn't want her to think I was taking advantage of her, I couldn't stop myself from asking, "Even now?"

She nodded. "Especially now. I haven't been able to stop thinking about it all morning." I started to unbutton the top of her dress, but she squeezed the growing bulge that was threatening to split my pants and shook her head. Shuffling forward until her butt was overhanging the edge of the couch, she used her free hand to raise her voluminous skirt above her waist and spread her legs. "Never mind the rest of my clothes, take my pants off and put this into me."

I continued what i had started until her breasts were bared, before taking her pants off. "I need these too." I watched my cock slide into her, then lowered my head to feast on her tits. Yesterday we had fucked hard fast and lustfully, but now we were making love, easily and gently, without the urgency of yesterday.

When I pulled out of her cum filled pussy she sighed contentedly and lifted her boobs. "I think you're beginning to know what I need before I do. It's so much more enjoyable if you suck these when you're doing me."

I pinched her nipple. "Well that's one thing we agree on, at least."

She grinned and hit me with the dirtiest laugh imaginable. "You're going to do that once too often mister, and I'll be forced to suck your brains out through your cock!"

"I'll bear that in mind," I leered "but right now I could eat a horse."

Mom prepared a light lunch, then using Glenda's recipe book as a guide, we packed all of the "unhealthy" food we had into a carton.

As an afterthought, she removed some of the more appetising ingredients. "This looks like being my last decent meal for a while, so it might as well be a good one." After preparing a rich casserole, she slipped it into the oven to cook, and we took the remainder to the local food bank to be used making meals for the needy.

By the time we had visited the supermarket to stock up on recommended foods like fish and white meats, before returning home, dinner was ready. I frowned but made no comment when she loaded her plate with far more than her usual serving. However, before she had eaten even half of it she pushed her plate away. "Might as well start now." She tipped the untouched portin back into the casserole dish, and divided it into plastic containers, which she placed into the freezer. "At least you'll be able to eat properly for a day or two," she told me ruefully.

A little while later Glenda rang to ask if we had replaced the unhealthy food, and ten minutes later she showed up with a cheap kitchen scale, and began to divide the purchases into individual portions - slightly larger ones for me. After bagging and labeling everything she packed it all into the freezer then left, giving us a list of vegetables that featured prominently in the recipe book.

Alone at last, Mom stretched out on the couch with her head on my lap, and thumbed the TV remote until she found an old movie she liked, then turned onto her side with her knees drawn up, and settled down to watch. Without thinking, I slipped a hand into the top of her dress and cupped her breast, not stroking or fondling, just appreciating the warm soft roundness.

When the movie finished she sat up and I yawned ostentatiously. "You go on up," she smiled. "I'll join you after I've been to the bathroom."

I leapt to my feet. "I'll beat you to it. I'll only be a couple of minutes. You take forever!"

I raced up the stairs before she could protest, and after taking a leak I refreshed my tackle, and went to her room, where I stripped and lay on her bed with the sheet pulled up to my waist. As usual, she took her time, but now she seemed to take longer than ever, so when I finally heard the bathroom door open and close, I decided to retaliate by teasing her a little. I watched through narrowed eyes until she appeared in the doorway, then I let out a loud theatrical snore.

The mattress sagged as she climbed onto the bed beside me, "Surprise!"

I opened my eyes and gasped. "Christ, that's awesome!" I breathed, stroking her newly bald slit.

Mom pulled the sheet down to my feet as I pushed a finger into her pussy. "Don't say you weren't warned. Now get ready to lose your brains." she chuckled, leaning over and licking up and down my cock.

"I haven't even touched these yet." I protested, cupping her dangling tits.

"Really? What exactly have you been doing for the last couple of hours? And what are you doing now?" She threw a leg over me and pressed her hairless cunt to my mouth. "Now shut up and lick this! And take your punishment like a man!" she added, swooping to take my cock deep into her mouth.

"If this is her idea of punishment," I smiled to myself as I thrust to meet her, "I can think of sixty nine ways of getting up to mischief."

I licked her pussy as energetically as she sucked my cock, and when my cum gushed down her throat, it accelerated her own climax, until she was bouncing up and down on my face like the tiger, from the Winnie the Pooh children's stories. "My God, I could never get too much of that!" she panted as she came down from her high. I wasn't sure if she meant having her pussy licked or her mouth filled, or both, so I decided it was wiser to say nothing.

The next day, Monday, was back to the grindstone, and as I was leaving for work Glenda showed up to take Mom to the gym. My boss asked me to work overtime, so I arrived home a couple of hours later than usual. The two women were sitting on the couch chatting when I arrived home, but fell silent when I entered the room. They looked at each other and giggled, then Mom went into the kitchen to set my dinner on the table.

I looked dubiously at my plate. The portion of grilled chicken looked so much smaller than it had when Glenda packed it for the freezer, and smaller still compared to the huge heap of vegetables that comprised the rest of the meal. Still, I was hungry so I wolfed it down, telling myself that if Mom had to compromise, then it was only fair that I encourage her in her efforts to lose weight by doing the same. Besides, I could always make up for it by indulging in my preferred junk food at lunch times.

When I finished, I rejoined them, and for the first time since I came home I looked at our guest. She had exchanged her customary work leotard for a short black skirt, and a white blouse that showed a modest amount of cleavage. I dropped into the armchair facing the couch, pleased to realise as I did so that I had a perfect vantage point to look up her skirt if she turned towards me, although that was certainly not the reason I chose to sit there. It was purely a happy coincidence. There is no way of knowing if she had the same thought. All I can say is that she wore a faint smile as she and Mom kept their attention on the recipe book.

Hoping she wouldn't notice, I looked repeatedly but without success, and after almost an hour I gave up. I was thinking seriously of getting an early night, when Mom stood and picked up her coffee cup. "Anyone want a refill?"

"Good idea," I agreed. Glenda replied with a nod and watched as Mom headed for the kitchen.

As soon as the door closed behind her, Glenda grinned at me and opened her legs wide for maybe three seconds. My eyes nearly fell out as I stared at her tightly stretched beige panties, before she too stood up. "I'll give her a hand,"

It hadn't been long enough for me to make out the outline of her pussy. Not that it mattered, because my imagination filled in the missing details, so I decided to hang around a little longer in the hope of seeing more.

When she and Mom returned with the drinks, she avoided looking at me and sat primly, sipping her coffee and nodding occasionally at something Mom was saying. I was on the verge of going to bed, when she drained her cup and stood up. "I'd better be going, Steve will be wondering if I've left home."

Mom walked with her to the door, and when she returned she gestured with her head towards the stairs. "She came close to outstaying her welcome." She rolled her eyes and and tugged at the tie of her track pants.

Minutes later she was straddling me on the bed as I watched my cock disappear through her day old stubble, an instant before she pushed a hard nipple between my lips.

The first three months were sheer hell for her, and out of deference for her aching muscles, I scaled back on our fucking to two or three days a week. She wasn't too happy, but when she made me promise to let her suck my cock whenever she wanted, she gave in.

Gradually her body, and more importantly her mind adjusted to her new routine, and she actually began to enjoy and look forward to her workouts. Muscle replaced fat, and as her confidence grew, her painfully slow weight loss increased by the week. There was another milestone after the fifth month, when she felt confident enough to invest in a leotard, and after she modelled it for my approval, she tugged the crotch aside for me to fuck her through the leg opening.

Glenda continued to tease, but except for one occasion when I almost, but not quite, saw her nipple she was never as blatant as at first. Little by little I began to find it more amusing than enticing, and eventually, when she realised she wasn't getting the reactions or attention she wanted, she gave up.

It took about eight months of hard work and perseverance, until one day Mom emerged from her room with a smile a mile wide. "Look Billy," she beamed pirouetting triumphantly, "This is the smallest dress I have and it fits me again!" I hugged her proudly and suggested we go out to celebrate. After a moment's thought she nodded. "OK, but I couldn't have done it without Glenda and Steve, so it's only fair that we invite them too."

At Steve's suggestion we went to a restaurant with a five piece band and a small dance floor, where the owner greeted him like a long lost brother, and conducted us to a table far enough from the band to still hear them, and to carry out a conversation without shouting.

The waiter brought the menu, and Mom studied it longingly. "What am I allowed to have?"

I looked questioningly at Glenda, who smiled and nodded. "Anything you want Mom," I said. "You've earned it. Tonight is all about what pleases you and makes you happy."

She grinned and looked at the waiter. "I'd like to order the biggest steak you have, loaded with fries," she pointed at me. "For him, and I'll have a small steak with salad." I opened my mouth to protest, but she shook her head. "For the last eight months you've supported me by eating the same as me, so now it's your turn to have what you really like."

I thought it best not to mention all the junk food, like burgers and fries, pizzas, and fried chicken I'd had for my lunches, so I shrugged. Steve and Glenda placed their orders, and when our meals were served, along with a bottle of wine, compliments of the management, Mom and I lost no time in demolishing our first juicy steaks in almost a year.

As the waiter took away our empty plates, Steve rose and extended a hand to Mom. "I think it's time for a victory lap for my star client," he grinned, leading her on to the small dance floor. I had never seen her dance before - it hadn't exactly been my Dad's forte - and I was surprised how nimble she was. They stayed out on the floor for another two songs, and when they returned to the table, it was almost as though some fairy godmother had waved a magic wand. Mom was beaming, and had a spring in her step I hadn't seen since I was a child.

We finished the bottle of wine and ordered another, and for the rest of the evening I took turns with Steve dancing with Mom and Glenda. That is to say, they danced and I shuffled, because like many people I had two left feet, and mine seemed to be pointing backward.

When the second bottle was almost empty, I was sitting with Glenda watching the others gliding around the floor, and she remarked "They dance well together." I nodded agreement, then she floored me by adding, a little to casually, "You do know Steve wants to fuck her?"

It took me a few seconds to recover my composure enough to respond, choosing my words carefully. "The only thing that concerns me is her happiness, so if that's what it takes, then so be it.."

She looked at me in surprise. "Doesn't it bother you that Steve wants to move in on your territory?"

I looked at her sharply. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You don't have to pretend," she said calmly. "She told me how you tried to seduce her, and how she lay awake all night wishing she hadn't stopped you, although by all accounts you both more than made up for it since." She had described so precisely what had happened that I knew she was telling the truth, and I was lost for words. After a short pause she said thoughtfully, "I suppose in a way that might explain why you never made a play for me, although heaven knows I gave you enough encouragement. That is until I realised you weren't interested, so I gave up."

I could have kicked myself for having misread the situation so badly. "It wasn't lack of interest," I said carefully. "I just don't like being teased."

She looked hurt. "I wasn't teasing, I was offering."

I pointed to the gold band on the third finger of her left hand. "And there was that. I don't take other men's wives."

This time she laughed. "That's to deter serial pests. For some strange reason society frowns on brothers marrying their sisters."

Before her admission could sink in, Steve and Mom returned. Taking his seat, Steve glanced at Glenda with a raised eyebrow, and ordered a fresh bottle of wine. When it arrived, he took it before the waiter could uncork it, and stood up. "How about we finish the party at our place?"

"That's the best night out I've had in years," Mom sighed as I drove towards home.

"Same here," I agreed, then trying to sound casual, I asked, "Did you know that Steve and Glenda are brother and sister?"

"Of course I knew," she replied. "I've always known. In part that's what helped me find the courage to let you do me."

"In that case I have a lot to thank them for. There was something else too. Glenda told me Steve wants to fuck you."

"Oh?" Her tone was guarded. "What did you say to that?"

"I told her what I always tell you. The only thing that I'm interested in is your happiness. If Steve fucking you makes you happy, then I'm all for it. The big question is do you want it?"

There was a long pause before she answered. "I don't know. Maybe. I'm really not sure. He's already seen what I have, or at least most of it."

"Oh? Only think? When? How?"

"Yesterday. He was checking that everyone had left before he locked up. I was getting changed out of my sweaty leotard, and he walked in on me as I was pulling my briefs up. I know he saw my breasts, but I can't be sure about my pussy."

I shouldn't have asked, but it came out before I could stop it. "What did you do? Were you embarrassed?"

"If it had happened a few months ago," she said frankly, "I would have been mortified, but lately I've grown proud of my new figure, so I let him look. After all, I wouldn't have it if it hadn't been for him."

"Did you like him looking at you? Did he try to touch you?" I persisted.

"Yes and no. As I said, I'm proud of my figure, so yes, I like being looked at, and no, he's far too professional to mess around with clients."

By now I was pulling into the driveway at home, and locking the car, we went next door, where Glenda was just turning the key in the lock. Once inside their house, Steve poured wine for the ladies, and took a couple of beers from the fridge for himself and me. Mom seemed a little edgy when he sat beside her on one of a matching pair of two seater couches, positioned at right angles facing the TV.

Glenda and I took the other, and she took a sip of her wine and nudged me. "Wait for it," she whispered, with a sideways glance at her brother. "Any minute now."

It took more than a minute, but just as Glenda had anticipated, Steve took a sip of his beer and looked down at Mom's breasts. "Were you OK with me seeing those yesterday?"

Now that the subject had been raised, she seemed to relax. "Yes, of course, why?"

He replied with his customary forthrightness. "Because I'd like to see them again."

I wasn't expecting her response, but after our conversation in the car I wasn't surprised. She looked at me nervously, and when I smiled she nodded her head. "OK then." She closed her eyes and leaned back as he unbuttoned the top of her dress, drawing in a deep breath when his mouth covered her nipple.

Glenda couldn't hide her excitement as she squeezed my hand. "It's going to happen! He'll feel her pussy now." she whispered. "Oh God! This is exactly the way he did with me the first time he fucked me! I'd always liked him sucking my tits, but it wasn't until he started feeling my pussy for the first time that I realised that subconsciously, I had always wanted him to do what I was now certain was about to happen. When he took off my panties and put his hard cock inside me I was over the moon!"

Just as predicted, Steve slipped his hand under Mom's skirt. "Let's go find somewhere more comfortable." Almost before the words were out, she was on her feet and heading for the stairs with Steve hard on her heels.

"I told you!" Glenda exulted. "I knew she wouldn't be able to resist!"

"Yeah," I agreed. "I had the same thoughts in the car when I asked her if she wanted to. She said she wasn't sure, and that usually means she does."

She stood up abruptly and pulled me to my feet. "Come on, I want to see this!"

I needed no persuasion, and we took the stairs two at a time, reaching the bedroom just in time to hear Mom gasp, "Now Steve, Now!"

They had been too impatient to undress properly, and Mom was leaning over the bed, her panties pushed down to her knees and her skirt up around her waist, whilst Steve, with his pants around his ankles, grasped her dangling tits as he drove into her. It felt a bit weird seeing my Mom's cunt filled with another man's cock, but she was so obviously enjoying it that I couldn't have been happier for her.

I felt something being pressed into my hand, and I looked down in surprise at Glenda's briefer than brief panties - no more than a tiny triangle of lace, connected to an only slightly larger triangle of satin, by an inch and a half wide strip soaked in her pussy juice. I had been so absorbed in watching my Mom being fucked, that I hadn't noticed Glenda taking them off. Stuffing them into my pocket, I turned to her and gaped. She had taken advantage of my distraction to remove more than just her briefs, and she was wearing only a smile and her short black skirt.

Almost mesmerised, I watched my hands lift themselves to stroke her high firm tits, and she unfastened my pants and squeezed my throbbing boner. "Do you want to use this on me, or are we going to waste it?"