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By Cindy (a12dd@hotmail.com)


I was lucky I got a job, but it was in the city, 400 mile from the little bush town where we lived. Still, it would be a welcome break. We, I mean my wife and I lived with her Mother since we were married. This wasn't a bad thing, except for one aspect, her Mother was not accepting of her daughter's wanton abandon the bedroom.

When we where first married, she walked in on us several times while we were having sex. I didn't mind, in fact it was a bit of a turn on for me; having my wife's mother watching us from the doorway, thinking we didn't know. I got off quickly knowing that she was watching her daughter getting hammered into the mattress by me.

Everything was all right, until I got home from work one day. My wife met me at the door, and we went straight to the bedroom, as newly weds do. We made passionate love wasting no time with fore play. She seemed to be permanently wet, and I was always hard.

She was ripping my clothes off as we entered the room, my shirt half out the door, holding it ajar, I was forced back onto the bed, by my panting wife who explained, "I want on top this time, its my turn," I didn't resist, why should I?

My mother in law, Edith walked past our room, as we were well under way, and must have noticed the shirt jammed in the door. She stopped to watch the show. This was nothing unusual, both of Connie's (my wife) sisters had felt me up, and even walked in on me while I was in the shower. And they regularly stopped at the door to watch us at play. I think they loved to see their little sister having so much fun. After having kept herself pure for 28 years, it was time for her to make up for lost time.

Anyway, Edith was looking in, and when she saw her youngest daughter sliding herself up and down the whole length of my dick, she became upset.

It was obvious she'd had an unsatisfactory sex life when her husband was still alive, and she didn't think sex was something women were meant to enjoy. It was OK to see me pounding into her daughter that was the way it was done. But to see Connie enjoying it, this was too much for her mother. Connie was a slut to do that as far as she was concerned.

So after a good dressing down by her mother, Connie was more circumspect for a while. Life was OK as long as Connie kept quiet while we made love (a hard thing for a girl who is naturally noisy). We also made double sure the door was locked before Connie climbed astride.

This was the way things were, until I got my job in the city. There was no way we could afford the rent, so we bought a pop-up style camper trailer, and towed it down to a cheap trailer park on the edge of the city.

Life was good! We had the canvas top of that trailer shaking hard every night and every morning. Our neighbors were mostly old people, and I am a big enough man that no one gave Connie any trouble. I was a bit worried one of the younger drug addict punks living near us might get a bit carried away listening to Connie's lusty groaning and screaming and try something on her while I was away, but that didn't happen.

After a month or so, Edith informed us she was coming to visit. This was great news for Connie, but I was a bit worried, we had only one bed in the trailer, the other we used as a table. The sleeping arrangements would be awkward to say the least.

Edith arrived shortly before I got home from work, with a bad back from traveling all day from the early hours on the bus. Connie was rubbing her back on our bed, straight away she met me with, "Honey, can you have a look at Mom's back, it's all knotted up, and my hands aren't strong enough to do any good, please, honey." She pleaded, making eyes at me.

"OK," I agreed. She was here so I might as well be nice about it, "I'll see what I can do."

I set to work, the muscles each side of her spine was all bunched up into tight ropes, and there were knots everywhere. There was no doubt, she was hurting. I rubbed up and down her spin, my fingers catching on her bra straps each stroke, "I'm going to have to undo this, if that's OK, it's getting in the way," I told Edith, pinging her straps gently. "Is that OK?"

"I suppose so," she replied, looking at Connie. Connie wasn't worried. Edith reached under her shirt, and unhooked her bra, removing it without taking her shirt off.

I kept rubbing her back, working her muscles, they were considerably looser now, but the shirt was chaffing her skin, I could see red chafe marks where it rode up at her waist.

"Edith, I am going to take your shirt off, it's chaffing your skin, and I don't want to hurt you." (God, I'd never hear the end of it I did.) "Connie, can you get me the baby oil? I need it for your mum's skin, it's sort of chaffing here."

Connie blushed, she was still shy at anything sexual especially around her mother. She didn't want her mum to know how we used our oil, THAT it was sexual. She passed it to me, and took her seat again, watching us.

Edith took her shirt off, trying to keep her breasts hidden from my sight. It didn't work, she was exposed totally several times. Connie and I both looked at her and then smiled at each other. Her mum wasn't bad looking, her breasts sagged a bit and she had a bit of love handles, but all in all, for a 50-year-old woman, she was in great shape. This was the first time I had seen her topless, and it gave me an idea. I wanted to see if I could make her horny. A few days of being horny might get rid of a few hang-ups she had.

She lay on the bed, hiding her breasts out of sight under her, I tipped a little bit of oil on her back, and started to massage her again. Connie had tea done virtually now, it was on the stove, on a low heat, and she was sitting back watching us and making small talk about her family at home. I kept working away, more sensually now than anything, but Edith, who definitely hadn't been touched by a man for many years, and then only brutally at the hands of a drunk husband was not complaining.

I decided to try something bold, I wanted to feel her boobs so I told her, "Edith, I have to put some pressure on your ribs now, where they meet your spine, you're going to have to sit up a bit, but I'll stay here behind you, and I won't look. OK?"

"I suppose so," she said as she sat up, I pushed at her ribs steadily, enough pressure to make her lean forward. I wrapped an arm around her, at the bottom of her rib cage to steady her. Then moving higher up, she leaned forward, I held her, until my arm encountered bosom.

"Excuse me, ah... I'm just going to maul you a bit here, I've got to move this out of the way," I explained as I lifted her boobs with one hand and sat them on my arm that was supporting her. They were cool and very soft against my arm. I did this several times, finally not even warning her. She was comfortable with it, and why not? Connie was in the same room with us, watching. What could happen?

"OK," I scooted around from behind her now, and looked at her squarely, "I need you to lie down again, your lower back needs a bit of work yet. How are you feeling better?"

"Oh yes much better, this is really making me feel better."

I looked away as she lay down following my instructions. Connie met my eye, a smile on her face. She was pleased to see me taking care of her mum, and I had no doubt she was fascinated seeing me handle her Mum's boobs like this.

I tugged gently at the waist of Edith's shorts, "These'll have to come down, or they'll get all oily," I told her matter-of-factly.

"OK, I suppose, just don't pull them too far down." She lifted her hips to allow me to lower the shorts. I grasped both her shorts and her cotton panties and pulled them down steadily until three quarters of her backside was exposed. She lowered her hips suddenly and said in a no nonsense voice, "That's far enough!"

I stopped. I was sure I would have her naked before we were done, and If I could get her naked, I could make her horny too. I was sure of it.

I massaged her lower back, putting a fair amount of pressure on the hollows of her hips, I know that it is a tender spot in most people, and it sure was with Edith.

"OWWW!" she protested as I rubbed across the top of her pelvis, and ran my hands down her hips.

"Is that a bit tender?" I asked innocently.

"You bet it is, can you do something about it?"

"Sure I can, but I'm going to have to take your short off, I have to have full access to your hips and buttocks if I'm going to work these kinks out. If it's OK with you I'll keep going.

"Ok, don't you worry about that," She replied confidently. Lifting her hips, she slid her shorts and panties off in one movement. I looked between her legs as she did that, seeing her pussy. It had bare lips, unlike Connie's, which was covered with a fine downy hair. Then it disappeared as she lowered herself onto the bed again. She kicked her clothes to the foot of the bed.

Connie smiled, when she saw me looking at her mum's pussy. I looked at her and winked at her. This was a bit surprising, that Edith would even consider lying naked in front of her own daughter, let alone me. But I guess it was for a legitimate reason. And I was going to make the most of it.

I went to work, kneading her muscles, squeezing her bum, her thighs, I opened her legs enough that I could firmly knead her inner thigh muscles, bumping her soft mound and her pussy as often as I could. The first time I did touch it, she jumped.

"Are you OK? Did I press too hard?" I asked. I pretended not to know that I'd bumped into her pussy with the side of my hand.

"Oh, it's OK, I'm... I'm just not used to being touched I guess," She replied, quickly adding, "No one touches me there on my legs, that's all, I'm not used to it."

"All right, I'll try to be more careful, I'll rub in bigger circles instead then." I told her, then did so, actually pushing against her sex more firmly this time. She settled down, thinking I was just a clumsy boy.

I opened her legs a bit wider and watched closely as I brushed against her pussy again, first on one side then the other. As I changed legs I stopped this as I noticed her pussy opening up a bit. I worked my way down her legs to her feet, my goal achieved. I had stirred the fires in her that she had tried to keep extinguish for so long. She was horny, I could tell.

When I reached her feet, I informed her, "OK, Time to roll over now, I've got to get at your front to finish this up right."

"I can't, I'm uncovered," she complained.

"Use my towel to hide yourself, if you like," I offered. I made no attempt to get it for her, but sat back and watched as she reached for it, her boobs hanging straight down from her chest. I wanted so much to hold them, knead them, feel them. I even fantasized about making her scream with lust.

Edith grabbed the towel, and covered herself with it and rolled over onto her back. I started working from her feet up again, as I got to her mid calf, I raised her knees, opening her legs again at the same time, "To work on the muscles properly."

This moved the towel again so I had an unobstructed view of her pussy again. Her bush was dark brown, with a few gray flecks in it, I was surprised to see that a woman goes gray there too.

I worked my way down her thigh again, this time actually dragging an "accidental" finger very gently the full length of her slit, she was definitely wet there now, and her pussy was gaping at me, her inner lips exposed, and her little bud visible to me.

I worked my way up her other leg, reaching over her to did so. As I raised her thigh this time, it was very obvious I would be looking at her pussy, and she tried to hold her legs together. Looking at me as she did so.

I kept steady pressure on her legs, overpowering her, and when it was obvious I was being obstinate, she suddenly gave in, and I had her open and exposed. Connie couldn't see what I could, but she wasn't dumb, she knew what I was looking at all right. But she gave no sign she minded, in fact from her conversation she seemed pleased.

I massaged Edith's calves, her thighs, I rubbed her pussy gently, at one time holding my little finger directly on her slightly parted inner lips, just below her bud, while I talked to her. Very innocently of course, explaining I would give her a very gentle "Butterfly Massage" across her stomach and chest.

I learned this technique before I was married, when I used to do it for the sergeant's wife for a little extra pocket money. I didn't mind, I got paid, I got to feel her tits and a few of her friends too. When she told them about me. Now I gave this very sensual, definitely sexual stroking caressing massage to Edith's naked torso, the towel finally falling away completely.

I started at the tops of her thighs, and worked my way over her soft pubic hair, just dipping my fingers into the edge of her sex, looking her in the eyes as I did this, as my fingers neared her sex, she closed her eyes, and they stayed closed as I worked my way across her stomach, her chest. I fondled her bosoms, squeezing and lifting, holding, and molding each one in turn one hand stroking her stomach from her bosom to her bush as I did.

Then running my fingers through her bush leisurely, touching the upper edges of her pussy lips, listening to her breathing becoming slightly shallower as I did so. Her hips lifted off the bed slightly once, then twice. It was enough. I draped the towel over her, and wiped the excess oil from her body with it, as a parent dries a child.

"Ok, you're all done, I think you should feel a good bit better now," I told her.

"Mmmmm yes, I do. Thank you so much. I feel heaps better." She said in a content relaxed voice.

Then suddenly, she pushed the towel off herself, and rolled over on to her hands and knees, her backside sticking nearly into my face. She climbed down off the bed, her pussy making definite squelching noises as she did. She slipped her clothes on, minus underwear and informed us both, "I've got to go to the bathroom now, bye." She opened the door and stepped down, out of the camper, and headed off to the restrooms.

"Honey, did you hear that?" Connie asked incredulously.

"Hear what?" I asked innocently.

"Mom, she's wet... she's wet ... you know, down there... she's sexually exited, you turned her on," Connie was feeling a rush of emotions, excitement, joy for her Mother, and pride that could have that effect on her.

"Does that upset you?" I asked, this means a lot to me, I wouldn't do anything that would upset Connie.

"No, no not at all." There is no hesitation. "It's good for her, everyone needs..." A hesitation, then, "Someone." she finished.

"But honey I don't want you to get any funny ideas about doing any more than just turn her on, got that mister?" Connie said half seriously, half joking.

"Wouldn't you share your man with your Mom?" I asked.

Connie thought about it, "I wouldn't like it much, but it would do her good I guess. I wouldn't mind I suppose."

"Don't worry, I'm not going to run off with your mum," I told her with a laugh. "You'll be here all the time with us, and she wouldn't have it any way."

Just then the door swung open, and Edith entered, a cold wind filling the trailer, blowing the gas out.

"There's one hell of a storm blowing up out there, quick turn the gas off, before we go up in a fire ball."

Connie dived for the gas, I reached for the door as Edith stumbled in and we all landed in a heap. Connie extracted herself and shut the gas off.

Edith was still lying on top of me, one boob nearly smothering me. I open my mouth to say something and realized that her nipple was pressed against my lips. Instinctively I closed my lips over it through her shirt. Then I realized what was happening, and we extricated ourselves. I felt her hand on my crotch briefly as she struggled to her feet.

Most men look at older women and write them off. They sag here and there. But I reason, that if a woman lets me feel her intimate parts she's willing to do more. I figure that an older woman would appreciate a young man somewhat more that young women do because they don't usually get a crack at one.

We stood up, and arranged ourselves for dinner. The meal passed uneventfully, apart from a fierce wind building up outside, making the canvas slap around us, and the trailer rock as it blew.

We started to set up another bed for Edith, then Connie worrying about the storm suggests that since it is so windy and cold, we should all sleep in the big bed.

I looked at the two of them, and then at the bed. It would be a squeeze but with the dropping temperature, it wouldn't be a problem. I was interested.

It is dark outside now, it is getting late the sun had gone down hours ago. We had a quick couple of shots of whiskey for a nightcap and turned out the lights. As I got into bed I strip off as I always sleep naked. Connie slips a big oversize T-shirt on, modesty for her mum. And Edith slips into a similar loose t-shirt. I end up on the edge of the bed facing into the camper, Edith against the canvas wall, and Connie in the middle.

We lay there trying to go to sleep, whistling around the trailer, the wind rocking us as gusts of wind billow beneath the trailer on occasion. I have a hardon and it is pressing into Connie's back. She reaches around and sliding her nighty up, she maneuvers herself onto it.

So I'm inside her sort of sideways doggie style. I reach around her and hold her stomach and very slowly stroke in and out of her making every effort not to disturb Edith with our activity. It is so intense, having another person in the bed, and moving so slow. Shortly, I cum, having been hard for a good while now.

Then I dozed off for a bit, waking briefly when Connie darted out to the toilet, she hates to leak semen in bed, and as soon as she feels it leaking out of her she bolts to the toilet.

I woke again later from the buffeting of the wind. I reached out and touched the others, counting bodies, there are two of them, good, Connie was safe. My hardon is between us again and wanting to repeat our earlier effort I lift the edge of Connie's nighty again and fondle her backside. Strange, I wonder momentarily, she's wearing panties now. She must have put some on when she came back in from the restrooms.

I move her leg a bit, pulled the panties to one side, and position my cock at her entrance. Then gently, ever so gently pushed in. I felt her pussy lips part for me, and I slid inside. I pulled back then slide in again, further. And then repeated the movement again. Then I pushed deep into her and held myself tightly inside her against her womb.

Enjoying the sensations I stretched her a bit more, and I was inside her totally. My heart was beating like thunder now, I didn't want to wake either woman, but I wanted relief from my raging hard on. I started to stroke in and out of Connie again getting into a rhythm, holding her by the hips with both hands. I rocked her gently as I moved, holding her against my own motions. Soon I got more vigorous as the storm outside raged. The buffeting from the storm disguising my own efforts shaking the trailer. The storm quiets a bit outside, and I have to slow my love making down a bit. I slide my hand up under the nighty and fondle her breasts. I feel her boob and freeze!

They're the wrong boobs. They're heavy and soft, Connie's are heavy, but firm. These sags across her chest, Connie's don't.

OH MY GOD! What am I doing! I am making love to Edith!

I slowly start to pull my cock out of her. But then a hand took mine, and returned it to her breast.

"You've gone this far, don't let me down now, please." she whispered, an urgency in her voice.

I'm unsure of what to do. But Edith grips me with her internal muscles and makes up my mind for me. I pull out of her, "Roll over here then, I want to get on top of you," I whisper.

Silently she complies, and lays back with her legs open for me.

I position myself between them, and place my dick at her wet entrance again. She reaches between us and guides it in. I hit bottom and she gasps. Then I start to push in a bit more.

"No, please, you're hurting me, not that much," she whispers in my ear.

I started to stroke into her, and the storm outside seemed to pick up intensity to match our lovemaking I drive the length of my cock into her, feeling her womb deep inside, stretching its entrance until I experience the familiar feeling in my balls.

"I'm going to cum," I warn her. There is no way I was going to pull out of her, but I figured I should at least let her know what was coming.

She arches her body into mine with a soul tearing orgasm. She bites her own hand to stop from screaming. I worry I have hurt her internally, I worry what Connie will think if she wakes up, then I spurt my seed into her womb. She arches her body again to receive my come. Then after a few intense moments we settle back onto the bed.

I pull out of her, her panties falling back into place, and she rolls over again, her back towards me. I stop her from pulling her nighty down again, and pull her pants aside again, and push my still hard cock into her pussy from behind.

"To keep it warm," I whisper in her ear. I reach over and fondle her big heavy boobs until I fall a sleep.

I awoke the next morning to a gentle but urgent shaking.

"Honey, wake up."

I opened my eyes to see Connie standing over me, she has a big grin on her face.

"Baby, I swapped places with mum last night, and I think you made love to her, instead of me!"

"Why on earth would I do..." then it all flooded back to me. I remembered the events of the previous night and lifted the blanket, there was my long soft cock still buried half way in Edith's pussy, a single silver thread of cum running down her backside.

"Oh..." I can't think of what to say.0

"Don't worry, I know you didn't mean it, and mum would have made a fuss if she didn't like it. Just get up now, you're late for work."

I slid out of her, a small trickle of fluid trailed after my now flaccid member.

"What am I going to say when I come home?" I asked.

"Don't worry, if she says anything, I'll explain, but I don't think she'll mind. Honestly, you know how horny you made her yesterday."

I left for work, we didn't talk much that evening, and nothing was mentioned about it at all, but we slept in the same bed all week, and I made love to both Connie and Edith every night.

Connie didn't mind, after all, in her words, everyone needs someone. We didn't make it a show, even in when just by ourselves. I found it a challenge, I would put my cock against their bum, they would guide it into themselves, and I'd try to work out who I was in from the way their pussy felt. I never could, I had to feel their bodies to tell.

This is a true story, I don't suggest you try it yourself though, incest is a sin, and in most countries it's a crime.

Think hard, before you get hard with a family member, OK?