บท 360: Good Vibrations Ch. 01
byChris7sw©
A quick introductory comment.
Because this story is about my family; me, my sister, Mum and Dad, there's obviously a fair amount of male-male sex as well as good old male-female stuff, so please bear with me.
Enjoy the bits you like -- skip the rest -- the MM stuff starts after Mum and I had enjoyed ourselves.
And do bear in mind that this is just a good old fuck-fest story!
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Oh help!
Now I'm deep in trouble -- what the hell am I going to say?
Hello everyone, I'm Chris -- I've just turned 19 and I've been scratching around for a job ever since I left college and I'm in a right mess.
No -- not me! I'm no mess -- I'm six foot three; 180 pounds; blond; blue eyed; fit and healthy and in pretty good shape -- no, not me personally.
Just my situation -- that's what's a mess!
I've been job-hunting since I left college and it's been absolute shit for over a year -- only crappy jobs on offer -- part-time ones; unsocial hours; miles away; commission only, etc, etc. I've spent more time at the bloody Job Centre than I have at home, I reckon.
But finally I've landed a job -- a half-way decent job -- and I'm in THE SHIT!
Why?
Well, because I'm going to be the Assistant Manager at the new Sex Shop that they're opening next week, that's why! It's the only decent local job that's come up for ages and if I don't take it I'll get my Benefits cut, so I guess I'm lumbered.
It'll be bad enough working at a sex shop, but being just the "assistant manager", the dogsbody in other words, is almost as bad! Not only that, I've got to learn to speak American and say ass and not arse because the boss says our customers prefer it that way.
I don't mind doing that but I mean, I can just hear all the flak I'll get from my mates when they find out where I work. My sister probably won't even talk to me and as for my parents -- pillars of the community -- I hate to think.....
Thank God it's not called "The Sex Shop" or anything so blatant -- the place is actually called "Good Vibrations" so at least perhaps I'll be able to kid people that I'm selling records or something like that if they ask.....and I suppose the money looks as if it'll be pretty fair -- it'll certainly come in handy.
But the trouble with that is that my parents are involved with the local council -- well, Dad's actually on the Planning committee itself so I bet they both know about the new Sex Shop and its name...and we're a good fine upstanding family who don't go getting into smutty things.
My Dad's a big bloke -- well, no giant, but tall as me and solidly built and no way do I want to get on the wrong side of him!
So what do I tell them -- 'cos they'll want to know -- they'll want all the details and if I don't tell them the truth, they'll find out.....sure as hell and then the shit will hit the fan, that's for sure. That's if they haven't heard already. Oh daaaamn!!!
I walked home after the interview in a bit of a daze -- walked because even the bus fare was a bit heavy on my pocket this week. Mum and Dad don't exactly bankroll me; they let me have free board and lodgings but my dole's only enough for my essentials, so wasting money on the bus was a no go. Anyway the exercise was doing me no harm and at one point I actually found myself breaking into a trot, my daily do-it-yourself work-out routine having been skipped this morning because of the interview.
Then I realised that running would only get me into trouble quicker, so I slowed once more.
But however slowly I walked, the three miles home were soon eaten up and I did my best to creep into the house, my heart hammering in my chest and not through effort -- through panic!
The moment of truth was getting near -- what the hell was I going to say?
I avoided the front door and used my key to get in through the garden gate and the back door -- quietly creeping in and making sure that even my keys didn't rattle.
But no-one came to quiz me; no-one even welcomed me -- bugger me, they'd all gone out! All that creeping and concern for nothing.....but now it would all build up again as I awaited their return..... Double damn!
Having come in through the back door I was next to the utility room where my workout gear was and as I crept around I listened for any sounds but there were none.
I was going to go crazy if I just waited for someone to come home and I realised that I had to do something to occupy myself.
Ah yeah -- a good workout would be ideal -- something for both my body and my mind and anyway I should have done my exercises this morning, shouldn't I?
I climbed out of my 'interview suit' and changed into some of my not-too-dirty shorts and a t-shirt from the laundry bin and before long I was immersed in my exercise routine, starting with some weights.
It was a warm early afternoon in May and soon I was sweating profusely so I stripped off my t-shirt and carried on, sweat now streaming down my body.
My body -- yeah, I'm not bad. I scanned myself in the full length mirror as I worked. Nice powerful shoulders; trim waist; good biceps; six pack abdomen; strong chest.....needed to work on my legs though but otherwise I was in damned good shape. Being six feet three inches I stood out quite well so I needed to look the part; no way did I ever want to look like a beanpole or a couch potato for that matter; not that it made any difference.
Try telling some bird that you've pulled that you still live at home and see how enthusiastic they don't become! Almost a waste of time trying to chat them up but that might soon change if this job worked out.....
Soon I was breathing hard as well as sweating. I'd moved to the treadmill and I was 'running' uphill; I planned on doing five electronic miles before I stopped; that should be more than enough for today.
Then a few laps of the pool and I could relax, having done my daily quota and a bit more.
The pool -- yeah well I know we live in Britain which isn't really warm enough for outside pools, but Dad got a nice backhander from some contractor a few years ago and one day the workmen just arrived and dug out the pool. Mind you, he didn't say it was a backhander, but I know different!
And it's covered with one of those air domes so it gets quite cosy inside, so swimming is fine, even in our climate.
My mind wandered around as I monotonously pounded the track; the job; my mates and how they'd react; the girls I'd be able to take back to my place.....
Dreams.....! In my mind I saw 'my place', complete with a luxury double bed on which there was now lying this pneumatic naked blonde. She was spread out all ready for me and I was hard and about to mount her -- and suddenly I was all of a tangle!
I missed my step, lost my grip and in moments I was doing a rolling head-over-heels crash off the end of the running machine!
"Fuckin' shit!! Ow -- fuck!" I shouted as I banged the back of my head on the floor, "Owwwwww! Owwwwww! Fuck!"
And there I was, crumpled upside down against the wall of the utility room with my shorts around my knees and my half-hard dick and my balls hanging just above my face!
For a moment I was almost concussed -- I was frozen with pain and shock and then I was awakened from my agony by a raucous laugh!
I looked up between my legs to see my sister standing there; arms akimbo and holding her car keys; legs apart and just shaking with mirth! She was wearing a cropped top and a very short skirt and from where I lay I could also see that she wore little frilly powder blue knickers!
Mind you, from where she stood, she could probably see everything of me!
"What the fuck are you up to?" she said, laughing her quack off.
"Fuck off!" I said as I scrambled to my feet and pulled my shorts back up, "Lost my bloody footing!"
"Not all you lost, was it?" she replied, still laughing, "Still, gave me a nice view! Well actually it wasn't that good -- your bare ass sticking up in the air....but then you stood up."
Sharon is two years older than me and she still lives at home too. But at least she pays her way -- she's got her own nail bar and seems to be doing really well; doing gel nail art on a multitude of young ladies. It was always embarrassing to go into her shop -- all those gorgeous sets of eyes following me around! Loved it but hated it 'cos of not having a job of my own....
Yeah -- Sharon was ok -- well, more than ok -- she was hot or she would've been if she hadn't been my sister. But I couldn't help ogling her peachy little rear end; her long sleek legs and her fine upstanding tits -- sister or not. And in her business she needed to look good so her sweet face was always made-up perfectly with her shoulder-length blonde hair; her lovely green eyes and her oh-so-kissable lips.
At least I was nine inches taller than her -- that and my muscles was all I had over her! Especially at the moment!
I shook my head partially to clear my brain, partially to shake some of the sweat from my eyes and partially to show that I was recovered.
"Fuckin' thing!" I exclaimed, "Took my mind off running and it got me!"
"Where was your mind then?" asked Sharon, sticking her tongue out at me, "Another long day at the Job Centre?"
Instantly my eyes lit up as I realised that those days were gone -- before I quickly assumed an innocuous look to avoid letting Sharon know what had happened, but she was quick on spotting 'looks' -- she was on to me in a flash!
"Hey -- don't tell me you got lucky!" she said, "I saw your eyes change -- you almost looked happy for a moment! Wassup -- had an interview then? Got a job at last?"
"Nah -- just thinking about going out tonight," I lied, "Forgot to keep running...."
But Sharon's eyes had spotted my suit and even she knew that I only ever wore it for interviews and funerals.
"You did have an interview, didn't you," she said, pointing an accusing finger at the pile of clothes, "Did they offer you a job then? They did, didn't they?"
And despite the status of the job and the shop I'd be working in, I couldn't help but look a bit pleased and I found myself smiling sheepishly at her.
I nodded my head as I towelled away some of the sweat and gradually regained my composure.
"Yeah -- I had a good interview and they did offer me the job," I said, "But not one word to Mum or Dad yet or I'll kill you!"
I wouldn't -- but it was about the only threat I could come up with....
"Why -- what's the problem?" Sharon said as she gently rubbed some Savlon on my shoulder blade where it had hit the wall, "Come on, tell me."
As she spoke, her fingers seductively moved away from the graze and across my back, where they began massaging my spine and neck muscles before sliding down my back towards my waistline.
"Just easing some of the tension, bruv," she said, "Got everything tightened up."
"Bloody right I did," I said, "Thanks Sharon."
'No kidding I did -- it was my cock getting 'tightened-up' that caused this!' I thought, 'and now you're not helping!'
Oh yeah -- her massage felt excellent but it was a woman's touch on my body and my cock loved it and was doing the opposite of becoming relaxed!
I just had to move away before the evidence became outstanding!
"I'm going out to the pool," I said, ignoring Sharon's request for information and also forgetting to thank her -- I didn't want to hang around her with my cock threatening to become aroused.
I grabbed a big towel, opened the door and walked across the patio and into the vinyl bubble over the pool -- it was almost tropical in here, I discovered. I laid the towel out and sat on it, feeling the heat rise from the concrete up into my body, setting things alight that should be asleep. I rubbed my hand over my groin to make things more comfy but that didn't help -- all I actually did was make more room for my erection to grow!
'Settle down, you stupid bloody thing' I thought, 'I'll deal with you later!'
But he was hard to convince and with the warmth from the concrete, hard would soon be the operative word if I didn't do something about it. Swim -- no option! I stood up and faced the pool. I looked down at the lump that now stood out from my shorts and considered going indoors to change into my tight swim shorts -- then quickly changed my mind as I saw Sharon now heading my way. No -- it was swim in my shorts or not at all especially as with Sharon beside me things would be even worse. Quickly I dived in and was soon at the far end of the pool which was probably just as well because Sharon had changed and was now taking her sun jacket off to reveal a very small bikini! It certainly looked small from the far end of the pool -- up close it might oddly enough seem even smaller, I reckoned!
"What's it like?" Sharon shouted and I held up my thumb and one finger together.
"Lovely -- cool and soothing," I yelled back, "Lovely!"
The only trouble was thought that looking at Sharon, with the sun partially behind her, made it almost seem as if she wasn't wearing anything and my penis lurched back into life despite the cooling water! Yeah -- sister or not, she was hot, especially when thought of in the nude! Yeah -- thought of but never seen in the nude, worse luck.
Moments later my ruminations were interrupted by a splash and then there was Sharon, knifing her way towards me, soon surfacing right beside me.
She put her hands over her breasts as she came up for air, one breast and a dark nipple briefly on view as I watched her.
"Ooops," she said as she adjusted her bikini top, "Almost lost my top -- must remember not to dive with this bikini on."
My eyes now were glued on her partially submerged breasts -- her nipple and her words had acted like mental magnets and instantly my cock had hardened up -- ready, able and very willing.....but fortunately Sharon didn't notice.
"Come on -- race you back!" she said, assuming a start position against the pool side so, unwilling to let her beat me, I joined in.....
"Go!" she yelled, and her big bow-wave splashed into my face. I spluttered and half choked -- and by the time I'd recovered, Sharon was three or four lengths up the pool.
I set out in hot pursuit and was gaining well -- but Sharon was going to win now -- so I eased off.....just in time to see her heave herself out of the pool in one fluid motion -- leaving her bikini bottom around her calves!
Her pretty pink bum was revealed to me in all it's glory; a slight peach-fuzziness to her skin; a cute crack; a small brown asshole....and lower down, where the sun shone through between her legs, the vague outline of her vaginal lips and a small fringe of pubic hairs!
I nearly swallowed another mouthful as my mouth hung slack although beneath the water things were far from slack -- my penis was straining against the fabric of my shorts, even though there was plenty of room for him really. Mind you, he needed quite a bit of room -- at full stretch he was just over ten inches long and so thick that even my fingers couldn't reach right round him.
"Jesus fuckin' Christ!" Sharon cried, quickly dragging her pants back up her legs to cover her ass, "Fuckin' bikini! Don't know why I wore the bloody thing!"
The water came half way up my chest so at least my erection was hidden as Sharon walked away from the pool, one cheek of her ass still exposed where she'd quickly tried to cover herself and it was doing nothing to help my erection go down. Not only that, just where I was standing by the poolside there was a jet of cleaned water and it was firing straight at my groin. Talk about pleasurable -- it made me want to just stand there and let the jet of water massage my cock until it exploded!
And actually, if Sharon hadn't have been there I might have done just that -- many was the time that I'd blown a load standing just here at this very point!
Then suddenly I was ripped from my auto-erotic reverie as loud screeches arose.
"Owwww! Owwww! Owwww!" screamed Sharon and I looked up to see her hopping around on one foot, "Fuck it! Owwww! Shit! Fucking thing!"
"What's up?" I asked, "What's happened?"
"Stubbed my toe on that damn pump housing," she said, "It's bleeding everywhere.....come and help."
With obvious concern for my sister I heaved myself out of the water and ran to her side where I wrapped a wet arm around her middle.
"Aaaaahhh -- get off -- you're all wet," she cried, "Let go -- I'll manage."
Pulling herself from my arm she hopped across the concrete and collapsed heavily into a chair, now holding a towel to her foot. I stood uselessly aside; my efforts spurned.
"What can I do?" I asked and Sharon looked up from her foot. And as she did so her mouth fell open -- before she quickly shut it again and shook her head.
"You're showing everything Chris!" she said, "I can even see your balls!"
Reflexively I put my hands over my groin, feeling the pressure of my partially erect cock pushing against them.
"Shit!" I said, as I looked around for a towel, "Can't help it -- forgot these shorts go see-through -- sorry!"
At least the sight of my cock had made Sharon forget the pain in her toe for a moment but now it resurfaced and she lifted her foot up to rest her heel on the seat; her legs now spread wide apart.
"Oooooh damn, it bloody hurts," she moaned, "Can you nip and get me a bandage or something, please?"
But once again she'd caused trouble! With her legs apart one side of her bikini pants had pulled across her lips and there before me was one half of her pussy -- a nice patch of pubes and a single pretty crinkled pink lip. My cock rose immediately into full erection -- even both my hands couldn't disguise it and now Sharon looked up.
"You going to get a bandage for me or....." her words tailed off as her mouth fell slack again.
"What the fuck have you got in there?" she asked, her eyes wide open, "The end's sticking right out over..."
I looked down and adjusted my hands, realising that I hadn't been covering everything -- then, covered in confusion I ran from the pool to the utility room.
Fortunately the shock of being discovered; the need to help my sister and the running all helped to deflate my penis and by the time I'd found a selection of first aid bits and pieces he was back to something more like normal.
Back to normal indeed -- these days it seemed that his 'normal' state was erect! Thank heavens my shorts had dried enough to hide the view as well.
Soon I was back at the pool beside my sister, who, I noticed had now rearranged her bikini bottom to cover herself properly. I wasn't sure if I was relieved or saddened that the sight of her sex was now hidden.
"Ah -- that's great Chris, thanks," said Sharon as she pointed at me, "Glad you managed to put that away too!"
We inspected the damage to her toe and actually all she'd done was to split the skin slightly -- there was obviously more pain than damage although her foot would be tender to walk on for day or two.
Sharon held her foot steady while I applied a plaster; sprayed some freeze spray on her foot and bandaged it up. She leaned forward and planted a kiss on my forehead as I worked.
"Thanks bruv," she said sociably, "You're great. Now -- can you do one more thing -- get me a cold drink, please."
Since I'd be taking the spray and the box of first aid back to the house it wasn't a problem and soon I returned with a coke for her and a lager for me.
"Cheers!" she said as she took a slurp, "Oooh -- lovely and cold...!"
I lay face down on my forgotten towel, my upper body propped on my elbows as I relaxed while Sharon remained sitting, nursing her painful foot.
"Hey Chris -- come on then, what's so secretive about this job then?" she asked causing my heart to pound with anxiety, "What're you going to be then -- undertaker, toilet cleaner.....what else is nasty.....ah, you've got a job in the Tax Office?"
I shook my head, wondering what I could really tell Sharon.
"You promise not to say anything at all to Mum or Dad?" I implored and Sharon crossed her hands over her bikini-clad chest and breathed "Yeah, promise!"
"I'll be working at Good Vibrations," I said, taking the plunge -- and now relieved to have got it off my chest, "Assistant Manager and if I do well I'll get my own branch to run eventually."
Sharon was silent for a few moments as she digested the news, then she burst out in raucous laughter!
"Ass manager at the sex shop!!" she screamed, "Jesus Chris, you'll give Mum a heart attack if you tell her that!"
"See -- that's why you've got to keep it quiet for now at least," I said, flapping my hands up and down trying to shush her, "Wait til I can find a way to tell our parents lightly."
Sharon meanwhile now had a funny look on her face.
"Do you get discounts then?" she asked and I nodded as I told her that I'd be able to get 25% off anything in the store.
Sharon's eyes lit up as did her mouth; her tongue now doing a circuit of her lips.
"Hmmmmm" she said, "What about any freebies?"
"Dunno, give me a chance to start work!" I said, and then I began to wonder what sexy items she might be looking for.
"Why? What sort of things were you after then?" I asked.
"I'll be honest, since you told me your secret," said Sharon, "I need a new vibrator!"
"Wow!" I breathed, "Didn't even know you'd got one!"
"Got several actually," said Sharon, winking at me, "But my favourite one's packed up -- still good as a dildo but no vibes."
Now this kind of conversation was fine with me when it was between my mates and me but my sister was a girl and I'd never been down that road. It was exciting and almost taboo to discuss sex with a female.....especially my sister! But needless to say, the topic of conversation had instantly reached my groin and I found myself wriggling my bum around to make room for my ever- expanding penis.
"I'll ask after I've been there a few days," I said and then added, much as if I'd been asked to go to the local supermarket, "What kind do you need then?"
I blinked my eyes at my audacity -- I was being incredibly brave but somehow we'd knocked down a small barrier and perhaps we'd both grown up a bit...
Sharon was poker-faced as she replied...
"The one I want to replace is a big one; pink and looking like a real cock but its much bigger -- about ten-ten inches long and about -- oh, I don't know how far round -- about this far," she said as she opened her mouth to form a neat circle with her lips!
"I'll have to look and ask for you," I said, my eyes wide open as I looked at her erotically gaping mouth while uncomfortably trying to adjust my now much-enlarged penis
"Honestly, I don't even know if we'll have one like that.....but I'll see," I said, glad to escape lightly from her descriptive words and actions.
I don't know what was going to be said next but just then my phone rang and it was sitting on the little table across from where I lay.
"Oh sod it," I said, leaping up to get it, "Hello, Chris speaking -- who's that?"
A voice I didn't completely recognise was on the other end -- unknown to me and even my phone didn't recognise the number.
"Hello Chris," he said, "Its James from Good Vibrations -- your new boss!"
"Oh hi!" I said brightly, "Hi James. What can I do for you?"
"I was just calling to welcome you to the firm -- the interview is always a bit stuffy so I can be a lot less formal here," he said, "So I was just phoning to make you feel more at home and to answer any questions you might have thought of. Oh -- and to ask if you could come in early next Monday so we can go through everything before we open."
"Yeah sure thing, errrr James," I replied, "No questions as yet and no problem about coming in early but thanks for your call, it's good of you."
"No problem Chris -- oh, how are you getting on with ass rather than arse? Strange request but if it helps with our sales then it's worth doing. Practice the different sound before you come in if you get a chance. Don't worry though -- we all know what we're talking about!"
I laughed rather self-consciously as I replied.
"I'll get the hang of it," I said, "No worse than learning a new name. Thanks for your help."
"You're welcome, Chris. Try to get here by what, 7:30 if you can. I know that's early but I'll be here and it'll be a useful hour or so to help you feel relaxed before we start work," he said, "But you've got my number now if you need me and well done -- hope you enjoy your new job!"
"Hope so too," I replied, "Thanks again."
"See you soon then Chris -- bye for now."
"That was my new boss," I explained, "Just a welcoming call and he wants me in early in Monday."
I turned towards Sharon, just in time to see her whip her hand away from her groin, her nimble fingers adjusting the material of her bikini as she did so -- and I could swear I caught a slight whiff of female sex in the air.
But Sharon wasn't interested; instead she was pointing at my midriff.
"You're doing it again -- it's hanging out!" she said, her voice sounding as if she was in awe, "When you stood up it just fell out down the leg -- there's a couple of inches been showing all the time you've been on the phone! What the hell have you got in there?"
At that point I realised that I could indeed feel the air on my cock and a quick glance down confirmed my worst fears. There, hanging down from a rucked-up shorts leg were two or three inches of my cock!
Thank God he was no longer erect but even so he should have stayed out of sight.
I hardly knew what to do next; sit down; turn around; leap in the water; cover it with my hands or just plain run away but in the end I just gave in. I tucked him away; pulled my shorts leg down and sat down on my towel, with my legs crossed -- little realising that my actions had once again pulled the material up my leg.
"Better?" I asked but Sharon was still open-mouthed.
"Worse!" she said, "You're showing even more now!"
"Oh fuck!" I exclaimed as I tugged and pushed and covered my penis up -- a problem that was now growing larger thanks to all the attention he was getting. Soon my ten inch hosepipe reached across my thigh, hidden, I hoped, by my arm.
I looked up at Sharon; shrugged my shoulders and gave her a big cheesy stupid grin.
"Sorry Sharon," I said meekly, "Didn't mean to....."
Sharon stood up and hobbled over to me. She sank down in front of me onto her knees and put her hand on my shoulder.
"Chris -- look, we're brother and sister. We mustn't have any secrets between us, especially now that we're both grown up," she said, squeezing the top of my arm, "I've told you about my vibrator and you've told me about your job, so we're doing well but there's other things we're not comfortable with, aren't there?"
"Like what?" I said going all hot inside.
"Like sex generally -- it's normal -- it's real; we ought to be able to talk about it if we want to," she continued, "I'm ok with it; I chat with my friends down at the salon but you and I need to be more open. We need to face it more openly."
"Why?" I asked, feeling my erection pushing against my arm.
"Because it's my favourite subject!" said Sharon to my astonishment!
"I'll tell you what -- and this is definitely a secret -- I nearly had an orgasm when I heard where you'd be working!" she whispered -- although there was no-one else around, "Just thinking of all the possibilities got me going!"
"Wow," I replied, wanting to join in and perhaps even compete, "I got all hard thinking about it too!"
"You seem to get all hard when you think of anything!" said Sharon, her hand now squeezing my bicep, "So do you mind if I ask you something personal?"
"Go on then," I said, not considering how far Sharon was going to go...
"Ok -- tell me, please -- how long's your cock when it's hard? How big is it?" she said, making an enormous shudder of excitement or perhaps panic pass clean through my body.
"You keep giving me glimpses and it's driving me mad not knowing!" she continued, "Three times today I've seen it -- well, bits of it and now I want to know more."
I heaved a big sigh as I wondered what to do.....but then I realised that with ten inches I had quite enough to be proud of and if Sharon knew, she might well tell some of her girlfriends....and then I might get nicely set up with one or more of them. The very idea caused my once again rigid penis to jerk under my protective hands.
'Oh well -- in for a penny, as they say,' I thought.....
"It's ten inches long," I said and watched happily as Sharon's mouth dropped open once more!
"Bloody hell!" she exclaimed, her eyebrows lifting high, "Really?"
"Why should I lie," I said, "Yeah -- really..."
Sharon was now looking furtively around and was licking her lips constantly -- she was obviously getting excited -- and worried.
"Chris -- there's no-one around -- can I see it?" she asked quickly, "Properly, that is."
Truthfully I wondered if I'd heard her clearly but then she continued.
"I'll show you mine if I can see yours!" she said, one hand now wandering down to rest over her crotch while the other began to slide down my arm.
I could actually feel Sharon's breath blowing on me -- she was breathing heavily and her hand was now sliding up and down my arm, for all the world as if she was wanking my arm!
It was too much -- I had to do it!
I raised myself until I too was on my knees but raised up, just feet away from my sister.
"You want to see it?" I asked, "Now?"
Sharon nodded eagerly, her hand now sliding down inside her bikini bottom over her pussy.
"Ok -- here goes!" I said as I undid my clip and my zip -- and moments later my shorts were at my knees and my proudly erect penis jutted out. I put my hand around him to strop the flesh up and down to ensure that Sharon would see him at his best. I looked down and admired the wide shiny light-purple helmet, my foreskin crumpled behind the rim; a little blob of precum trembling at the tip.
"There you are -- good enough for you Sharon?" I asked.
"Good enough!" she growled, "Fuckin' right it is! Jesus Christ -- where the hell have you been hiding that? It's bigger than my vibrator!"
"Been here all the time -- well for the last three or four years," I said, "It started growing just as I was leaving school and by the time I'd left college it was like this. Anyway -- why are you so interested?"
"Cos -- cos -- well I just am -- I just like cocks," she said, leaving me totally gobsmacked this time.
Then I remembered that she's said that she'd show me 'hers' if I did my bit.....
"Errrr Sharon," I started, jerking my cock to keep her interested, "You said I could see yours...."
"Oh hell Chris, I didn't mean to go this far -- I didn't think you'd go along with it," she said, "but if I show you my pussy I'll just have to play with it -- you've got me so wound up! I can't help it....."
"Come on then, let's both play with our bits," I suggested and so saying I started to run my hand up and down my shaft. I was desperate to get Sharon to let me see her pussy!
Sharon's eyes were now fixed rigidly on my cock but her hands were busy too -- both of them burrowing beneath her bikini. She was drawing deep breaths as her hands explored but I couldn't see anything.
"Come on, show me, Sharon," I said as I squeezed my cock and slid my fist up and down a bit faster.
"Oooh yes, I've got to!" she groaned as she stood up; pushed her pants down and sat down again, leaning back on one hand. Her other hand was now delving deep into her cleft -- I could actually hear a wet slippery sound as she played around.
"Hey -- let me see," I said plaintively, "Your hand's in the way!"
"Oh God," groaned Sharon, "We shouldn't, but I want to!"
She lowered herself until she was lying down and slowly she slid her hand away from her pussy -- and there it was; her fascinating sloppy wet slit. A wonderfully erotic aroma of hot sex rose from her body as I leaned closer, my own sex organ shivering with excitement.
It wasn't that I'd never seen a pussy before but to see one so close and in daylight was incredible and to see my sister's pussy was more than I could ever have hoped for. I'd long wanted to see her -- I'd done all the usual things like bursting into the bathroom without knocking, but all I'd ever seen was the occasional quick flash of pubic hair. But now, here it was, spread out right in front of me.....
Her lips were trim and tidy -- no hanging folds of skin; they were flushed and thickened and covered in a sheen of her lubrications and I could even see where her little hole was, almost completely hidden in a veil of her cream. Her clitoris stood erect, its hood partially exposing the inner flesh -- I was captivated.
"Ooooooh," said Sharon, her voice quivering, "I've got to touch myself -- I can't help it -- I want to cum!"
As she spoke her hand returned to her cleft and I watched as she inserted a finger into her hole, bringing forth a deep moan of delight.
"Oooooh," she moaned, "Ooooh, that's better!"
While one finger was inside herself her thumb was busy sliding back and forward over her clit and her hips were now thrusting upwards so far that her buttocks were leaving the ground.
"Oooh yesssss," she sighed, "It's good -- so good."
She stopped her actions briefly and looked straight at me.
"It's your fault," she said accusingly, "You got me all worked up. Come on, play with yourself too -- let me see you do it."
I moved around until I was beside Sharon and began rubbing my cock again; sliding my foreskin up and down my shaft and repeatedly over my knob. Beads of precum appeared and were smeared over my knob and now I could smell my own hot funky sexual odour rising as well as Sharon's more exotic fragrance.
Together we worked; our hands intent on our own organs while our eyes were intent on each other's organs as we brought ourselves to the brink.....
"I'm going to cum," said Sharon simply, "Here it comes -- here it comes! Aaaahhh! Yessss -- I'm cummming!"
Her fingers were a blur as she strummed her clit and drove not one but two fingers repeatedly into her hole -- spurts of her cum were spraying everywhere -- her hips were jerking wildly; her mouth was open and her eyes were closed.
"Oh God -- I can't stop -- oooooh, you bastard!" she moaned, "You made me do this -- oooooohhh!"
Gradually her actions lessened and her body became hers again and finally all movement stopped and she opened her eyes.
"Oh my!" she groaned, still panting, "Oh that was a good one!"
She lifted her head and looked to see my hand still at work.
"Haven't you cum yet?" she asked and I shook my head.
"Didn't want to," I said, "Didn't know if you wanted me to."
"Course I do!" she replied, her breathing more steady now, "Can I touch it before you cum, please?"
"Oh my God, yes, yes," I said, "Please....!"
She rolled over onto her side and raised her hand and soon, through my tortured mind I felt her hand grasp my shaft right near the knob. I felt pressure as she squeezed it and then different pressure as she slid her hand up my shaft, pushing my foreskin over my knob and causing a small stream of precum to dribble from its tip.
"That's so hot," she groaned, sliding her hand back down, "I've never held one this big before -- it's fantastic!"
Her hand started to rub up and down my shaft and I groaned.
"Can I make you cum?" Sharon asked, "Can you squirt for me?"
'Can I ever!' I thought, 'Loads and loads!'
"Ooh yeah!" I cried, "Yeah -- do it -- rub me -- it'll be quick!"
Sharon got into a good rhythm, the tip of her tongue on her lips as she concentrated on my cock. Faster and harder she stropped me, wanking my cock until her hand was flying up and down; then slowing into a sensually smooth sliding motion that had me quivering under her touch.
Then faster once more until I gasped.
"Yes Sharon -- I'm there -- I'm cumming!" I cried, "Gonna cum!"
My hips were thrusting my cock into her hand as she took me over the top and after one final jerk of my hips, a powerful jet of thick white spunk erupted, splashing heavily over Sharon's stomach.
A second one followed the same trajectory -- and a third, before Sharon aimed my penis up my own body where three smaller squirts successively painted sticky cum up my own stomach.
"Oh wow!" I said simply as I caught my breath, "Oh fuck!"
"God!" groaned Sharon, her hand now moving slowly up and down my cock, "Don't you cum a lot! That's way more than my boyfriend makes -- I'm covered!"
And she was -- great streaks and splashes of cum did indeed cover her abdomen and the top of her pussy and her hand was smeared and sticky all over....but Sharon was smiling happily.
"Did I do ok?" she asked, to which I could only nod my head.
She shook her head in disbelief.
"I can't believe we just did that," she said, "But I know one thing for certain.....you get me that vibrator and I'll happily pay you back in kind! Second thoughts, perhaps I won't need the vibrator!"
She reached down and began cleaning herself up with my towel while shaking her head once more and as she leaned forward she reached a hand out and pulled me to her.
Quickly she kissed me on my lips -- just a quick kiss, but to me it was just soooo sexy.
"Thanks bruv," she said, "I'm so looking forward to your job!"
We had two choices now -- to shower or to swim and we chose the latter, both diving in and powering to the far end of the pool and back before resting, both hanging neck deep in the soothing cleansing water.
And just in time was our swim -- as Mum appeared. She's Tina, by the way -- she's just gone 46.
"Hi kids," she said cheerfully, before wrinkling her nose, "Phew -- glad you're in the water -- someone needed a wash, didn't they!"
"Sorry Mum," we chorused. I looked at Sharon and we laughed.
"I bet we both stunk!" said Sharon, "Glad we got in here before Mum turned up."
"More importantly," I said, "At least we had time to finish. Might have had to ask Mum to finish me off!"
Creased with laughter at the unlikely thought, we worked our way to the side of the pool and got out -- soon drying ourselves and making ourselves presentable.
"Better go and give Mum my news," I said as we sauntered back to the house, "If I dare....."
Mum was in the kitchen and I went and stood in the doorway, casually dressed in a t-shirt and shorts once more.
"Hello darling," she said, sniffing hard and then giving me a kiss on my cheek, "You smell a bit better now!"
"Hmmmmph!" I grunted, but I'd got a smile on my face that I couldn't disguise -- and Mum saw it.
"What have you been up to then?" she asked and for a moment panic took over as I thought she meant what I'd been doing with Sharon. Then I remembered why I was smiling.....but could I summons up the courage to tell her.
"Come on then Chris -- you obviously want to say something, so out with it!" she said, "What is it -- you've got a date and you want some money or something?"
I was about to use that opening as an excuse to get away from my 'real' story when I felt a hand on my shoulder and Sharon breezed up to the door.
"Guess what -- he's got a job!" she said loudly and then, with a quick slap on my bottom she was gone, off down the hall and into her bedroom.
Mum stood still -- her mouth open with surprise -- I was in the same boat.
"You -- you've got a job?" she asked, "You clever boy!"
She came and hugged me, her generous, well-filled breasts squashing against my chest and causing my penis to thicken somewhat.
"Well done," she said, "Taken long enough but you never gave up, did you?"
I smiled at her somewhat weakly because I still obviously had to tell her the details.
"Come on then," she said, bringing the matter right to the surface, "Tell me all about it."
"Mum," I started, my voice wavering a bit, "You know there's been nothing going for ages except those useless crappy jobs I've been telling you about...."
Mum nodded in agreement.
"Well, this is the first job that's come up for ages that's full time and pays a reasonable wage," I continued, doing my best to justify what I was going to say next, "And I've got it!"
"Doing what then?" asked Mum and now I knew I'd been forced into a corner.
"I'm going to be the assistant manager at Good Vibrations," I said, letting out a long breath as I spoke.
"Oh well done!" said Mum smiling broadly, "Oh that's really good. You always did like musi...hey, wait a minute! That's a song title all right but that's not what the shop does, is it?"
Her smile had left her face and was replaced by a frown -- not an altogether unhappy frown, but one that implied a question, but I said nothing.
"Good Vibrations, hmmmm....." said Mum with a sudden grin on her face, "Oh -- good heavens -- that's the new sex shop, isn't it?"
I nodded and tried to smile.
"It's all that was going," I tried to explain, "Only job I could find -- I'm sorry Mum."
But instead of a look of thunder that I'd expected, a look of extreme happiness had come over Mum.
"Don't be sorry darling," she replied coming and wrapping her arms around my waist, "What a lovely place to work! And how convenient."
"Eh?" I questioned, "I thought you'd be mad at me."
"Now why should I want to do that?" she said sexily, once again snuggling up to me with her breasts firmly against my chest, "You're going to be so useful!"
"What?" I cried, feeling her suddenly hard nipples boring into me, "Why -- how -- what'd you mean?"
Mum unwrapped herself from me and took my hand.
"Come here sweetheart, I'll show you something," she said as she pulled me down the hall and into the master bedroom, "Come and sit here."
With some trepidation I sat on the bed while Mum went to the chest of drawers and opened the bottom drawer.
"Look -- I'll show you how you're going to be able to help," she said as she held up and shook a bottle in the air.
"Firstly, this is all the lube I've got left -- so I'll need some more."
She put it back and fished out some metallic bits and jangled them at me.
"Secondly, I need some more handcuffs for your Dad; these ones are broken. Oh, and speaking of Dad, he needs some bits too, although I'll let him ask you himself."
Then she emerged holding a drooping plastic penis.
"And thirdly, I need a new vibrator 'cos this one's had it."
"What -- you too!" I blurted before I had time to put my brain into gear.
"Ah -- so you've already been talking to your sister then?" said Mum, laughing, "She wanted to borrow mine the other day but I couldn't help her. But you'll be able to help, won't you darling?"
And once again Mum's generous mammaries were rubbed against me as she came and sat beside me, holding her vibrator and smoothing her hand up and down it, a sexy smile playing on her face.
"You'll be able to help, I just know it," she said, "I'll want one a bit bigger than this one though."
The object she was holding, although somewhat limp was a lifelike creation, complete with veins and wrinkles and even balls and complete with a small keypad of buttons. It was obviously rubbery and flexible, as Mum was now demonstrating with her hands.
"I thought it was waterproof -- well, it should have been anyway," she said, "But when I used it in the bath it expired. Probably just a seal broken but whatever, I need a new one, darling."
As she spoke she once again sidled up close to me until our thighs were touching -- not an entirely unusual thing since we were a nice close family, but under the circumstances it was sending waves of pleasure through me.
Especially so as she laid the rubbery thing on my naked thigh -- fortunately the opposite one to the one down which my penis was now trying to expand...
"Big, isn't it?" she said as she aligned it up down my thigh, "Just imagine if yours was this big -- it would stretch out right down to here."
Her fingers touched my thigh to about where the tip usually reached; the pressure of her fingers causing more seismic waves to flow around my body. My cock was in two minds -- firstly he was all eager to become part of the action but secondly he was scared to show his head to his mother -- but lust seemed to be winning.
I groaned quietly and put my hand over my stiffening penis, hoping that Mum wasn't watching my actions, but she was!
"What's the matter darling?" she asked, "Getting you all excited, is it -- all this talk of sexy things?"
I nodded and 'mmmmm'-ed an embarrassed reply.
"Never mind darling," said Mum, "Working at that shop will soon have you growing up! You'll soon lose that shyness, I bet. Anyway, what are you shy about -- you've seen vibrators before, surely."
"Yeah of course I have," I said, intending to tell her I was only shy of being here with my mother, talking intimately about sex, "It's just that..."
Mum patted my thigh and gripped it, squeezing and caressing me erotically.
"Oh darling, size is nothing to be shy about either," she said, getting the wrong idea, "This vibrator is only a model of a normal penis but it's been enlarged to please us ladies. If you're not this big then there's no need to be shy -- in fact if you're only half as big it doesn't matter, because you're still a growing lad."
"It's not that Mum," I said, "I'm not....."
But at that moment I lost my concentration and my grip on my penis and he sprang out down my leg, making me let out a long groan. Mum's eyes caught on in seconds and lit up!
"Move your hand darling," she demanded nicely, adding to her demand by grasping my hand and pulling it away. I suppose I could have resisted harder but she'd have won in the end and anyway, I usually did as my mother said.....
And there before her eyes was the long ridge of my penis stretching out almost to the end of my shorts -- and he wasn't entirely erect yet! Silently we both watched as he gave a few involuntary twitches and jerks, each movement expanding his length.....until the tip appeared and finally something like two inches of my now shiny penis, all complete with a smear of lubrication was visible beyond my shorts!
"Oh! My! God!!!" exclaimed Mum, unable to close her mouth properly or take her eyes away, "That's -- that's...that's bloody enormous!"
She held her vibrator alongside my cock and my penis stretched a good inch or so beyond the plastic creation.
"Wh....wh....how....oh good God!" blundered Mum and I smiled to myself at her discomfort.
"It grew bigger while I was at college," I said, now feeling a whole lot braver, "It almost doubled in size in two years but it's slowed down now, thank heavens."
"It's still growing....?" asked Mum, a look of astonishment in her eyes and I nodded, more slowly this time.
"Only an extra inch so far this year....." I said casually, "he passed the ten inch mark around Easter time."
Mum held up her vibrator and then lowered it once more alongside my cock -- I won very easily now he was fully stretched out and he was quite a bit thicker than the vibrator too.
"Oh darling," breathed Mum, her voice now quivering with excitement, "I don't know whether to tell you to put it away or to get it out!"
"Do you want to see it then?" I asked, now brave enough to push the boundaries and remembering how eager my sister had been to see it.
I stood up and my obscenely erect penis stretched the material of my shorts, making the hem slide upwards. With a few well timed jerks, more and more of my hot shaft became exposed to Mum's view -- now some six inches was exposed.
Mum just sat there like a lemon -- transfixed -- holding her defunct vibrator in one hand.....while the other slowly fell to her lap.
"That has to be the biggest one I've ever seen in my life," she said slowly, her hand now sliding under her skirt, I noticed, "I -- I -- I'm trying to imagine one that big inside me -- I can't!"
"Do you want to see all of it then?" I repeated.
Mum nodded slowly and I watched her hand completely disappear, her arm now moving slowly up and down.
I undid my shorts and slid my zip down and now the only thing from stopping them from falling down was the way my erection was straining at the material. Slowly I pushed them down revealing my bushy clump of pubes -- then the thick root of my cock. I paused with some two inches of the top of my penis in sight while I watched Mum getting herself excited beside me. There was now a slightly wet sound coming from where Mum's fingers were busy and I pushed my shorts down further.
Gradually the exposed part of my cock disappeared as my shorts slid down -- until with a final push, they slid over my knob and fell right to the floor. My freed erection sprang upwards, slapping against my belly before settling, jerking slowly, a little above horizontal to the floor. A small sticky wet patch remained where my cock had slapped me, the fluid now slowly starting to trickle down my abdomen.
I pushed my hips forward to accentuate his size -- I was proud of him now!
My action made some more precum bubble from the tip and I watched Mum's eyes as they followed the trail of the teardrop as it slid slowly from my cock to the ground.
Then they sprang back up to look me in the face.
"You must have got some of Uncle Dick's genes -- he was hung like you," she said, licking her lips sensuously and breathing deeply, "I can't believe it though; my own son with a cock this big!"
I grasped my shaft and started to rub it -- not really masturbating but merely keeping him alert and Mum gasped and her hand reached out -- although whether to stop me or to have a feel, I didn't know!
"No -- don't!" she said, her other hand now very busy beneath her skirt, "You're getting me all worked up! Oh God, I'm so wet -- I'm flooding!"
But I carried on -- this was getting interesting! Was I about to see Mum's pussy as well!
"Do you want to touch him?" I offered, knowing what the answer would be and Mum nodded, her hand snaking out from under her skirt and wrapping itself round my knob. Her fingers were all wet and slippery on my penis.....
"Oh my -- it's so hot and so biiiig!" she groaned, her fingers playing over and around my shiny, slippery, oozing knob. Her eyes were rolling as she caressed my penis making him jerk under her touch. I took my hand away and allowed Mum full access to the entire length of him -- Mum's hand now looked so small.....
Suddenly Mum started crying, tears pouring down her face.
"Oh darling," she cried, now moving her hand up and down my shaft, "I'm getting so excited I just don't know what to do -- I'm getting all emotional."
"He's yours to enjoy," I said magnanimously, "Help yourself Mum!"
"But I need more," cried Mum, still wanking me, "I need to touch myself too!"
So saying she stood up -- not letting go of my cock though -- and undid her wrap-around skirt, letting it fall behind her, revealing a very skimpy pair of black knickers.
My cock jerked hard as the sight was revealed to me, but Mum wasn't finished.
"I can't cum like this," she said and letting go of my cock she used both hands to slide her knickers down to her ankles.
"Wow!" I exclaimed, "You shave!"
There before my excited eyes was Mum's cleft, shaven smooth but glistening in fluids; her flushed lips slightly parted; her clitoris standing seemingly erect and on guard.
"Nicer to shave," she said, "Your dad doesn't like getting a mouthful of pubes! Oh ooops -- what have I said!!"
I laughed and my cock jerked again as I imagined myself there at her smooth slippery slit, lapping away at her sexy juices.
"Don't blame him! Not partial myself," I said disarmingly, "Don't worry, Mum -- I won't tell him what you said!"
Actually there was no way I'd ever, ever be telling my Dad any such thing -- I don't think he and I had ever discussed anything below the waist -- male or female. But then I wondered about Mum's comments about the handcuffs. Perhaps Dad wasn't so straight-laced as he seemed.....
Mum sat back down; then fell back onto the bed where she patted the bed beside her.
"Come and lie down too," she said, "Let me get hold of you again."
In moments we were laid out side by side; Mum with one hand jammed between her legs again and the other hand wrapped round and wanking my cock.
"Oh darling," she moaned, "I never expected this -- we shouldn't be doing it but I can't help it! It's all your fault anyway!"
I suppose she was right -- the job and the sight of my cock -- but she shouldn't have got excited.....but then again, why not? Hopefully with my new status, more and more women would be interested in me and my cock now. So this was good practice, I reckoned.
"Don't worry Mum," I said, "I'm enjoying it!"
"So am I!" groaned Mum, working both her hands faster, "I'm nearly there -- I'm going to cum in a minute if I keep this up!"
"Don't stop then!" I said and knowing that in her state of mind, nothing would stop her now, I slid my hand from between us and ran it down her flank; over her hip and pushed it under her own hand to cup and hold her sex.
Instantly my fingers slid between her sopping lips and without hesitation I pushed a finger into her wet and welcoming hole.
Mum almost screamed her pleasure and shock!
"Oh God -- no -- no -- you're not supposed to...." she moaned, but far from removing my hand, her hand held mine in place. I moved my hand a bit until I was able to rub against her clitoris and Mum started lifting her hips to meet my actions.
"Oooooh -- that's lovely -- right there!" she groaned as I twiddled her clit with my thumb and probed her hole with a finger, "More -- more -- keep it going.....yessss! Oh yessss! I'm cumming!"
Moments later I felt her let down a flood of lubricating fluids -- my hand was soaked as I worked faster. This was good -- I'd never really been able to enjoy a woman's orgasm before -- my conquests had all been too shy -- but Mum was no shrinking violet!
"Oh God -- yesssss! Cumming! Cumming," she cried while one hand pushed hard on top of mine and the other one worked ever faster on my cock.
"Cum for me darling!" she groaned, "Cum for me!"
I was cumming alright -- any minute now -- a few more strokes and...
"Aaaaaagh Muuuuum -- yeahhhhh!" I cried, thrusting my cock through her fist, "Oh -- oh -- oh God!"
My first squirt flew vigorously into the air and splashed up Mum's torso and over her blouse -- she moved her hand a bit and the next jet squirted onto her thigh followed by my third and fourth salvo and then she was left with just some lesser trickles that ran down over her hand.
Slowly she stopped moving her hand and eventually let go of my slowly wilting penis, bringing her hand up to her face. She sniffed at the trickles of cum and slowly stuck her tongue out. She swiped it over a little blob and tasted the result.
"Mmmmmm!" she exclaimed, "Sweeter than your father, darling, but a bit less flavour -- better texture though!"
So saying she proceeded to clean her hand with her tongue, only finishing when she was all cleaned up.
There were still generous smears of cum over her body though.
"Do you want some?" she asked and I shook my head. I'd had enough shocks today without showing my mother my love of my own cum!
"Don't know what you're missing," she said as her fingers gathered the sticky, slippery offerings and delivered them to her mouth and remarkably soon she'd finished -- all except the squirt that covered her blouse, which had soaked in somewhat.
She stood up off the bed and began undoing buttons.
"Better change," she said as the last button popped, "Now, what can I put on instead?"
As she spoke she shrugged the blouse off her shoulders, leaving her breasts swelling the cups of her 36D bra; the upper slopes of her breasts and her nipples easily visible, squashed under the material.
Yeah -- I know -- I'd been looking at her labels -- and she's a size 10/12 in knickers -- that's size 6/8 in America, I think -- so there! What bloke doesn't check out his mum's size? The measurements were branded into my brain!
She stood there briefly and rubbed her hands absent-mindedly over her breasts before turning to the chest of drawers. And there she bent over almost to the waist away from me; to fish out a clean pair of knickers. Her sweet firm ass split to reveal her cleft, her dimpled asshole and the hanging swollen lips of her pussy, before she stood up once more. Then from the wardrobe she pulled another blouse before she returned to the bedside.
"Don't mind me," she said as I scanned up and down her lovely body, getting full-on shots of her such as I'd not seen in all my 19 years.
"You going to get decent?" she asked as she dressed and I suddenly realised that I was laying there with only my t-shirt and socks on.
I sprang to my feet and quickly pulled my shorts on, almost catching myself in the zip and in moments all the evidence left was a damp towel; a splattered blouse; some wet knickers and the pervading scent of sex. Mum tidied everything away and opened the window wider.
"All done!" she said brightly, almost as if she'd just finished some spring-cleaning or something, "Now, where were we?"
"We were in the kitchen discussing my new job," I said, with a new spring in my voice. The truth was out and instead of being castigated it had been welcomed -- and how!
"Oh yes -- so we were and then I told you about my toys," said Mum as we walked back to the kitchen, "And things sort-of escalated from there, didn't they!"
She winked at me and then wiggled her rump at me as she turned to the sink.
"As I said, you're going to be so useful darling!" she said, "And even more so in due course, I think!"
"Uhhh?" I grunted.
"Weeeeell -- after our little performance I think we can safely say that there'll be times when you'll be needed again and once your Dad finds out..." she said and her mention of Dad got me worried.
"What about Dad? He'll go mad!" I asked, worried once again but Mum disarmed me by coming and kissing my cheek.
"Oh darling -- stop it!" she said, "Your Dad's as bad as me -- he's the horniest bastard this side of....oh, for miles around!"
My eyes and mouth were now wide open -- Dad's not like that, surely!
"Tell you what," said Mum, "I've got to get dinner cooked but when your Dad comes home I'll tell him the news and then tell him to come and have a chat with you -- ok? Don't worry -- he won't bite your had off!"
I nodded -- the relief washing through me. I turned, kissed Mum on the back of her neck and headed off to my room. There, I threw myself onto the bed and just lay there in wonderment thinking about what had happened today. First my sister and now Mum. Wow!
And with those thoughts swirling through my mind I must have drifted off......
I awoke to feel the bed sink beside me and I opened my eyes with a start.
"Hi Son," said Dad, rubbing his hand on my chest, "How you keeping? Got some good news, I hear!"
"Oh hi Dad -- didn't hear you come in!" I said as I sat up and shook the cobwebs from my mind, "What's the time?"
"About.....half past five," he said, looking at his watch, "You been dozing?"
"Must have done," I said, "Feel better for it though."
"Yeah -- must have been a bit traumatic, getting that job and then worrying about telling us," he said, "But your Mum's told me your story and I'm proud of you -- really I am! You've kept at it and your efforts have paid off.....just hope you enjoy your work now."
"Sure I will," I said, "Especially now I know you're not too upset."
"Not too upset -- no, I'm delighted -- honestly," said Dad, "You're going to be so useful!"
"Eh?" I muttered, having heard that phrase several times already today.
Dad patted my arm as he stood up and walked to the door. He looked out into the hall and then shut the door, locking it too. He returned and sat beside me once more.
"This isn't for everyone to know," said Dad, "But I'll be so grateful if you can help -- you see, I can't be seen going into a place like Good Vibrations, can I?"
I chuckled at the thoughts of the headlines in the local rag if Dad was seen at their door and I also remembered that Mum had said that Dad wanted some bits....
"Can't you buy stuff on-line then?" I asked, "Surely that would be safe enough."
"Nah -- someone would find out somehow -- just not the same anyway," said Dad, leaning over me, "But I need...." and he leaned down to whisper in my ear for some reason, "....I need a bigger butt plug and I want to get one of those prostate stimulators too."
For the umpteenth time today my mouth refused to shut until Dad gently pushed it closed with his fingers!
"Surprised you, did I?" Dad said and I nodded rapidly.
"See -- I'm not as stuffy as you might think!" he said, "But I have to keep up appearances on the outside!"
I was looking a little more as if I understood how things were around me when Dad spoke again.
"Oh -- by the way, I was having a business chat earlier today with a certain someone....someone called James," he said with a big silly grin on his face, "And he happened to tell me about a young man who'd impressed him and who he'd offered a job to. See -- I already knew!"
"Oh Dad -- and there was me getting all worried....." I said, collapsing flat back onto the bed.
"Hey -- I hadn't finished.....," said Dad smiling broadly, "And he told me.....that he gets loads of free samples and he also explained that he likes his staff to know what they're selling -- so they all get to bring sex toys home to learn about!"
I sat bolt upright in shock!
"Wow -- Dad!" I cried, as I collapsed down again, "That's -- oh my God!"
Because apart from the excitement and the shock of realising that Dad probably knew more about my job than I did, I'd also immediately realised that you don't only use sex toys on yourself -- well, only some of them -- the rest need the help of a partner or partners! And that means that Dad -- and Mum now knew what home work I'd be getting!!
Instantly a picture of Mum, stripped of her knickers once more, with her slippery wet smooth vagina on show appeared in my mind, this time with a large vibrator shoved up inside her as she orgasmed; it was immediately interspersed with a picture of Dad with his ass in the air, with a butt plug firmly in place between his cheeks and his erect penis dripping between his legs.
Mental pictures that were immediately circulated to my lower brain and to the erectile tissue of my penis and in seconds he began to stretch out once more down the leg of my shorts.
"Oh no!" I groaned as I felt a flush of embarrassment brighten my cheeks. Dad would be able to see my erection; that was for sure!
Actually he could hardly miss seeing the movement in my shorts -- he was leaning over me with a calming hand on my chest as my penis stretched out down my shorts.
"Oh fuck!" I said; a profanity that I hadn't ever used in front of Dad before, "Oh nooooo! I can't stop it!"
Dad's eyes gave away the fact that he'd seen the movements -- they moved rapidly across my body -- then downwards and rapidly back up to look straight at my eyes -- then down again and slowly back. He moved more upright beside me, his hand still resting on my chest, but a bit lower down now.
"Hoo Hoo Hoo!" he chortled, "Who's a big boy then?"
"I can't help it Dad," I groaned, feeling my penis extend itself to its fullest extent, "Ooooh Goddd!"
"What's up -- ashamed of it or something?" asked Dad, his hand now moving in small circles on my stomach.
"No -- it's private!" I said, really meaning that another man shouldn't see it -- but conveniently disregarding the activity that had happened earlier in the day.
"You're joking!" said Dad, his hand now circulating down into the top of my pubic hairs, "If you're going to be working in the sex industry then its all public property from now! Every inch of you!"
As he said that, his hand insinuated itself down into my shorts to gently grasp the thick root of my penis. I gasped as his touch sent tingles up and down my spine and right through to the tip of my cock which immediately jerked and throbbed.
"You like that?" asked Dad as his hand worked its way down the length of my cock, "Well, he likes it, doesn't he?"
A few moments later Dad was the one who gasped.
"Bloody hell!" he said, "You are big aren't you? What's that -- ten inches...got to be!"
"Just about," I said -- and as I spoke Dad pulled his hand away and then, with both hands he dragged my shorts down under my bum and down to my ankles. My penis asserted his rights and stood up, slapping against my abdomen before settling down and lifted away from my body at a slight angle.
"Ten inches!" said Dad derisively, "That's easily ten inches, maybe more!"
I wasn't about to argue with Dad and anyway he now placed his hand back round my shaft. His was a very different touch to the ladies -- his touch was firmer and more to my liking -- much as I would handle my cock myself. My penis showed his approval by leaking and pulsing in his hand and Dad, seeing the trickle of precum, caught it and spread it over my knob.
"Is that good?" he asked as his hand started to move up and down my shaft, "Certainly feels good to me."
"Mmmmm" was all I could reply because I was lost for words. Never before had a man played with my cock and the experience was not only new to me but very exciting too. Dad was reaching parts that no woman had ever reached and his touch was arousing me very quickly.
"Oh Dad," I moaned, "Ooooh I like it, don't stop please, please don't stop!"
"Wasn't planning to," said Dad, "I was going to keep going until you shot all your cum -- until you begged me to stop -- until your balls were empty -- until you were satisfied!"
"Oh God Dad," I moaned as Dad's hand worked wonders on my penis, "Oh yes -- do that -- please!"
Regardless of it being a man who was wanking me I was enjoying it so much that I just didn't care; all I could concentrate on was my impending orgasm, which was almost upon me already!
I could feel my hips jerking spasmodically; thrusting my cock up at Dad's fist, driving my shaft as if into a pussy.
"Dad -- you're going to make me cum," I cried, "Keep going -- keep going!"
But with that, Dad's hand slowed and finally came to a halt, just very, very gently caressing my tortured flesh to keep me on the boil.
"Oh -- no -- Dad, keep going, please!" I groaned while Dad's spare hand held down my hand that I was about to use to finish off what he'd left.
"Hold on, son, take your time," he said, "I'll let you cum soon...."
I was panting hard as he held my penis -- just smoothing his thumb over the tip and gently tickling under the rim of my knob and Dad looked me in the eye.
"Look son -- if you're going to get into your job then you're going to come face to face with some strange people. Ok -- there'll be loads of what you might call normal people too but you're going to meet plenty of gays and bisexuals and transvestites and such -- so you'll need to get used to your body. No use getting all horny when you're talking about a cunt or getting all embarrassed when discussing cocks or assholes with customers....understand?"
"Yeah -- I guess so," I said, "So you're just demonstrating, are you?"
"Sort of," said Dad, "But I thought we should explore your body a bit while we have a chance."
"Eh -- how?" I blurted, not having much idea where the conversation was heading.....
"Ok -- well, first of all, are you straight or bisexual or gay?" asked Dad, still holding my erection.
"I'm not gay -- that's for sure," I said, "But I don't know about being bisexual -- never really tried it except a bit of wanking with my mates."
You ought to!" exclaimed Dad, giving my penis a few quick rubs, "That was hardly being bisexual -- you were just exploring. You'll have to try it -- it's great to be on the receiving end as well as the giving!"
"How'd you mean?" I asked without thinking.
"Why do you think I want another butt plug?" asked Dad, winking at me, "I'll be needing a bigger one soon, I reckon!"
"Sorry Dad, you've lost me," I said, unable to cope with all this information, "Why?"
"Like I said, I want you to be happy with your body like I am with mine," said Dad as he stood up, "So I'll try to start your education."
Briefly letting go of my erection he quickly stripped his clothes off and then sat back down beside me.
I looked up and down at my Dad -- he was far more hairy than I was -- there was no extra fat but plenty of muscle on him and down there, when I dared to look, a thick uncut penis reared from his groin -- already erect.
"Not too bad, am I?" Dad said, massaging his erection before returning his hand to my cock -- which, having been briefly neglected had drooped a little but which now stiffened once more.
"Guess not," I said, not knowing what else to say.
"Wish my cock was as big as yours though," he said with one hand on my cock and the other on his own, "I've got over seven inches but you make me look small."
I didn't really want to look at Dad's cock again because it made me embarrassed, but underneath there was a desire to see it, so I dropped my eyes once more.
Dad, realising that I was looking, lifted his hips to thrust his penis into the air; his huge balls bouncing as he did so.
"Come on -- touch it -- grab a handful!" said Dad as he grasped my hand and pulled it.
Realising that it was something that I somehow liked the idea of, I let him pull my hand into position and soon my fingers were wrapped round the first penis apart from my own that I'd ever touched.
It felt comfortably warm and familiar -- and yet strangely different because although I knew what I'd find, it wasn't my flesh! But my fingers were eager to explore and I let them slide up his shaft until I found the bulge of his knob buried under his foreskin.
"Pull it back," Dad sighed, "Pull it right back!"
I encompassed his knob with my fingers and slid the loose skin down his shaft to reveal Dad's glistening plum-coloured knob. I touched the smooth skin with my fingers and Dad groaned.
"Fuck -- yesssss -- oooh that feels good," he groaned, "Let's get comfortable. Come and lie down."
Together we moved on the bed until we both had our heads on the pillows -- our bodies lying side by side; our erections pointing skywards inside our grasping fists.
Dad rolled towards me and I felt his hand slide down onto my balls, hefting them in his fingers before allowing his hand to slide further down. I lifted my hips, assuming that Dad wanted to lift me upwards and wanting to help him, but instead his fingers slid into the cleft where my asshole resided. And moments later a finger was gently probing my hole, pushing at the puckered flesh but causing no pain. But it was sending sensations through my body and I had to call out.
"Ooooh Dad -- what're you doing?" I cried as another jolt of sensation coursed through me, "Oooooh wowwww!"
"You got any lube -- you know, KY or Vaseline or something -- bound to have something -- every wanker has!" Dad asked.
On top of my bedside locker was a little tube and as I gave him my KY, I suddenly realised where we were heading! Because with a blob of gel on his finger, Dad once again reached down between my legs and after just a quick swipe to spread the gel, Dad's finger penetrated my asshole for the first time.
Talk about weird -- it felt so strange -- I wanted to shit but I didn't -- I wanted to push his finger out but I didn't -- I wanted him to penetrate me more -- but he wouldn't!
"Oh Dad -- don't, please!" I cried, not really knowing what I wanted him to do, "It's making me feel all...."
"Don't worry, son," he said, "You'll soon get used to it -- I'm only using one finger so far anyway!"
His finger was sliding in and out of me and it wasn't all that long before I started to enjoy it, especially as Dad's finger was now moving around inside me and touching places that nothing had touched before. Thrills of pleasure were starting to course through my cock, which was now as hard as rock and quivering with each thrust of Dad's finger.
Then a small dribble of precum oozed from my penis, quickly followed by another and I just had to use my hand on my penis to gather up the lubrication -- and to add additional stimulation to my erection.
Dad pushed my hand aside.
"Let me," he said but instead of him taking hold of my cock as I expected, I felt my hole being stretched some more.
"Two fingers now," said Dad, "Now you'll enjoy it!"
I didn't know what to expect now although the feelings at my ass were increasing as my sphincter was stretched open....but inside, Dad was working well.
With two fingers, he was able to manipulate my body better and I watched my cock spewing streams of precum and jerking wildly. I could feel an orgasm rising quickly and I tried to take hold of my cock again. He batted my hand away once more.
"No son, leave it and see what happens," Dad said as his fingers continued to work away and suddenly he hit the right spot. I just knew he was going to do so -- I'd felt him getting nearer and nearer to my core.....
Suddenly my orgasm hit me -- one moment I was just enjoying things -- the next moment my hips thrust wildly upwards and my cock jumped and sprayed a huge gout of cum up my t-shirt -- right across Freddy Mercury's wide open mouth!
A second jet reached my hair and splattered onto my face and then Dad grasped my cock and pumped out my remaining cum so that it covered his hand and my knob. Soothingly he slid his hand up and down my shaft as he looked at me.
"How was that then?" he asked, "Fun?"
"Wow -- yeah," I said breathlessly, "What was that?"
"Your prostate," said Dad, "And that's why I want one of those prostate stimulators -- see!"
"Wow -- yeah," I repeated, "Better get one for myself then!"
We laughed together -- me lying there covered in my cum and Dad with one hand at my asshole and the other holding my slowly wilting cum-covered penis.
"You'll have to do the same for me sometime soon," said Dad as he removed his hands. He looked at the one that was covered in my cum and brought it to his face. His tongue lashed out and gathered a goodly blob which soon disappeared into his mouth and before long his hand was clean and Dad wiped his lips with his tongue.
"Tasty!" he exclaimed as his fingers now began cleaning my cum from my body and t-shirt, "Nice young cum -- always good!"
Obviously I'd enjoyed tasting and swallowing my own cum so I wasn't entirely nonplussed, however, I was shocked that it was my Dad who was just enjoying the fruits of my loins, but then Dad shocked me further.....
"Tried your own cum?" he asked and I couldn't help but nod -- and even lick my lips and Dad smiled.
"Tried anyone else's cum then?" he asked again but this time I had to shake my head.
"Well, there's got to be a first time for everything!" he said, moving up the bed, "Fancy trying mine?"
I wasn't at all sure what to say or do but Dad filled the silence.
"I've got to cum," he said, "After all that excitement I'm throbbing -- I'm desperate to unload -- my balls hurt, so you can help, can't you."
As he spoke he pushed his penis at me and almost subconsciously I grasped it once more causing Dad to start jerking his cock back and forwards through my fist. But this time his cock was merely feet from my face as he kneeled near the pillow and I was able to watch closely as his foreskin slid in waves up and over his knob and down again. I was able to see flushes of colour pervade his knob as it became excited and able to watch the little beads and oozes of lubrication slide from his slit.
I'd actually quite got into the eroticism of it when suddenly Dad went stiff.
"Aaaaaghhh -- yesssss!" he groaned "I'm there! Gonna cummmmm!"
I was going to ensure that his cock sprayed down my body but Dad's hand came around mine and held his penis firmly and moments later the first generous wave of hot cum erupted.
"Oooohhh yessss -- yessss!" he cried, "Uuuuuuhhh! Uuuuuuuhhh!"
And Dad's aim was good -- straight at my face -- straight over my lips -- straight across my cheeks!
Jet after thick jet covered me -- each one sliding up his shaft through my clenched fist until it was ended. Dad's hand left mine and I too let go, allowing his cock to sag down into a quiescent state.
I opened my mouth to speak but instead a big blob of warm cum slid inside my mouth and before I could think, Dad's finger pushed more sperm inside too!
"Wah!" I exclaimed, blowing a bubble of cum, "Wh....!"
"Just swallow it!" said Dad, "There's more to come."
Obediently I did, suddenly realising that it tasted very little different from my own cum and that it hadn't actually tasted all that bad. I swallowed a second time and then opened my mouth just in time for Dad to drop another finger-load inside and this time I allowed the gooey, slippery stuff to linger while I checked the taste and texture.
Yeah -- Mum was right -- mine had a better texture but Dad's taste was indeed stronger!
"See -- you've done it!" said Dad happily as I sat up and, using a hand towel, cleaned the remnants off my face and chest.
"Wasn't so bad, was it?" he asked and I shook my head.
"Just shocked, I think," I replied, "Never expected....."
"Ah ha!" said Dad laughing, "Bet you thought that your mother and father were a right stuck-up couple, didn't you? Well, we're not -- but we have to keep up appearances! Just wait 'til you're working and can bring some of your work home! Are we going to have some fun!"
"What -- just you and me?" I asked, not really aiming for my life to become a gay one, but Dad laughed.
"No -- no -- all of us!" he said happily, "Even your sister will want to get her share, I bet!"
My mouth dropped open for the umpteenth time today.
"-- and if I know him well enough," Dad continued, "your Uncle Dick and his tart, I mean girlfriend, what's her name -- oh yes, Gloria, will want to get in on the act if they can!"
"Bloody hell Dad," I said, managing to close my mouth at last, "I won't have time for work!"
"Won't have time for sleep is more accurate!" said Dad, laughing, "Come on -- we'd better go and see what Mum's up to! Starving now...."
Together we got presentable and soon we were all sitting at the dinner table stuffing our faces with Mum's excellent meal although still somewhat unsure of my situation, I kept quiet and concentrated on my food.
Mum and Dad however were both looking extremely smug and as we all finished our meal they kept looking at each other and winking, while Sharon and I both looked a bit bemused, although we too shared our own secret.
Then Mum looked straight at me.
"Feeling energetic?" she asked me, leaving me open-mouthed again -- not knowing how to answer.
She reached across the table and put her hand on mine -- and at the same time I felt a foot slide into my lap beneath the table.
"Darling boy," she said, obviously speaking for both herself and Dad, her toes wriggling against my cock, "We've had a bit of a chat between us, so don't feel worried -- in fact -- feel proud!"
Dad beamed at me -- "And your Mum's spoken to your sister too so we're all on the same wave-length I think -- in that we'd like to continue with your education if we may."
And now they were all beaming at me and I felt a hand join the foot in my lap -- Sharon's hand; that was obvious from the way she was handling my growing erection.
I nodded, aware that my cock and I were now the centre of attention and I felt both somewhat aroused and somewhat worried -- but I needn't have worried, as Sharon's hand tightened around my penis.
"In the absence of a decent vibrator, you're going to help stop Mum and me from becoming frustrated and perhaps you can help Dad with his prostate," said Sharon, joining in, to my surprise.
"And so, as soon as we've got this lot cleared away, let's all head for the bedroom!" said Mum, her toes squeezing me one last time, "Come on -- let's get busy!"
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