After a massive Christmas lunch Ned, his mother, and sister were stretched out in the lounge in front of a roaring log fire. Gentle snores from his mother indicated that she was soundly sleeping, the smile on her lips indicating that her dreams were pleasant. Susie was stretched out along the settee with her head on Ned's lap, whilst Ned reclined with his feet towards the fire. He too had a smile on his lips. Susie looked up at him and asked what he was thinking about.
"This morning, and mother's reaction," said Ned.
"I think she enjoyed herself, even if she was a bit surprised."
Surprised was not in fact how their mother, Juliette, had felt. Shock was nearer the truth. Although she had played around with her brother George, and she had been contemplating a liaison with Ned for several months, the thought of her innocent daughter joining in with a Sapphitic performance had just never occurred to her. She simply hadn't ever encountered such a thing.
"Where the hell did you learn that?" were she first words she spoke when her daughter's face appeared from beneath the bedclothes, damp with her, Juliette's, juices. "Who taught you to do that? And come to that Ned, your performance left little to be desired, you've clearly had a lot of practice."
"Oh now mother..." said Ned.
"Don't you 'Oh now mother' me, Gerald Kelly, I want some answers."
Although nowadays she called him Ned most of the time, when she was being 'mother' she always reverted to his given name.
"Didn't you enjoy it, mother?" Asked Susie. "I did!" And she started to nibble at one of her mother's nipples.
Her mother pulled her head up, but Ned was already attacking the other one. She attempted to stop him, but in the process let go of Susie who immediately returned to her task.
"Oh God, what am I going to do?"
"Lie back and enjoy," said Ned, letting go of her nipple for a moment whilst he moved between her legs and slid his rigid member fully into her, his lips latching on to her nipple again.
"Oh, you little devils ... oh, oh, oh..." she was squirming as if to throw them off, but that was clearly not her intention. It took only another minute or two before she climaxed as Ned filled her once again with his potent seed. When she had recovered she was lying between Ned and Susie with an arm around each.
"Now," she said, in her best mother in charge voice. "Some answers. For starters, are you still a virgin Susan?"
"Oh! And who did that deed? I'll assume it wasn't rape"
"What do you mean 'you did'? What did you do that with?"
"Ned's prick. As you may have noticed, it's a good size. The ideal size, I think, although I haven't tried any others. But you seemed to like it, mother."
"Never mind that," said her mother in high dudgeon, " what about you getting pregnant?" she paused. "Oh, my god ... shit! I never thought!"
"Well, unlike you, mother, we never do it bare back and we avoid the middle of my cycle."
"And you should watch your language, mother," said Ned, grinning.
"Never mind my language, you may well have knocked me up. Oh, what am I going to do? It's no laughing matter," she went on, looking at her two grinning children. "I would be an outcast in this village, we'd have to move miles away. I could get locked up if anyone knew who it was, and you'd be taken into care."
"Well, I'd like a little brother or sister," said Susie.
"So that you can corrupt them too, I suppose," said her mother. "I don't know ... anyway, I asked who did the corrupting of you two? Answers, now!"
"It all started," sighed Ned, "when you sent me to see Mrs Eastly."
"Mrs Eastly? Diana?"
"Yes," said Susie, "and tell her about Bea."
"Bea? Beatrice? The vicar's wife? Good God, who else?"
"Well, only Gillian's mum."
"What? You've sworn you're not responsible for Gillian's baby, but you are for her mothers?"
"Well, it was more like rape really," said Ned.
"You raped her?" asked his shocked mother.
"No, she raped me. Well, it was more like that."
"And you've had Gillian too, no doubt?"
"Got to keep your hand in," joked Ned. "Practice makes perfect and all that. And you have to give her an 'A' for enthusiasm."
"Oh ho very funny. But wait a minute, Diana's expecting, so is Beatrice, and now Gillian's mother. I'm going to be a grandmother three times over. And very soon too, as I recall."
"Four, actually," said Susie.
"Who else is there?"
"No one else. Beatrice told us she was expecting twins the other day," Susie told her.
"Why would she tell you ... you and Ned go and see Diana, and ... she and Beatrice are ... lovers. Bloody hell! And they have corrupted you, both of you. This is terrible, I shall have to go and see them. You're underage too young lady."
"I don't see what the problem is mother," said Ned. "You've just benefited from their tuition."
"That's beside the point."
"Really? Susie and I are your children, and you didn't fight us off did you?"
"Oh ... oh dear!" she paused. "If I don't get up and get that turkey in the oven it'll not be cooked until supper time!"
With that she shook them off and reached for her dressing gown.
"I'll put the kettle on and we can have some breakfast when I've done that."
She left and they heard her go to the bathroom.
"Have you got a johnny?" asked Susie. "Because I want fucking before breakfast, I'm so hot you wouldn't believe, and I don't want mother's dilemma."
The three of them had roused themselves and gone out for a walk in the late afternoon of Christmas day, returning in the gathering dusk to the fireside again. They had talked of many things during the walk but had stayed off the subject that must surely have been uppermost in all their minds.
After a cold supper they prepared for bed in their separate rooms. Nothing having been said by his mother, Ned decided that it would be best if he stayed in his own room. He was just leaving the bathroom when he bumped into his mother. She stopped him and kissed him.
"Have you got any protection? I know we did it without last night, but I don't want to push my luck," she whispered in his ear.
"And this morning," he whispered back. "Yes, I've got some in my room."
"Then I'll see you in my room when I get back from the bathroom."
Ned collected a packet of rubbers from his room and went along the corridor to his mother's room, where she joined him a few minutes later. They pulled back the bed clothes to find a grinning Susie hiding under them.
"Oh well," giggled mother, "if we're all going to hell, we might as well enjoy the ride. Have you got enough for two Ned?"
Ned's Uncle George and Aunty Miri had been away over Christmas, but they were back in time for the annual New Year bash at the manor given by Sir Rawlston and Lady Eleanor ffitch-Bagley. The everyone in the village was invited to the manor, an imposing Georgian edifice, and Ned's family went in George's car.
At some time in the nineteenth century some previous baronet had added a ballroom and an conservatory to the side of the house, and although it had unbalanced the front elevation of the house, the ballroom provided a magnificent space for dancing, and the conservatory for resting in between dances, and of course, for a dalliance of a slightly more private nature.
There was food and drink and dancing and everyone was guaranteed a good time. Ned was determined to dance with as many of the women and girls as possible, and to that end at some time around ten o'clock he was whirling a spectacularly pretty girl around the floor. He had already done his duty dancing with his mother, his aunt, who surprised him by moulding herself to him and holding him very close, and his sister. He had had a very careful dance with Beatrice, and a rather more lively one with Diana, both of whom were now getting rather large. Ned couldn't work out who this girl was, certainly not from the village. She on the other hand seemed to know him and after a couple of dances suggested that they should take a walk. Ned was quite happy with this idea and followed her out into the large conservatory. Once they were out of sight of the rest of the dancers she immediately grabbed him into a clinch, ahot mouth closing with his and a tongue immediately seeking his tonsils. No luck there, of course, he'd had those removed. A few moments later she broke off.
"God, I'd heard you were a good kisser. Over here, behind these ferns, we won't be seen." She led him by the hand and when they were well concealed lifted her skirt and slipped her knickers off. She plastered herself to Ned again, hand searching for his by now very stiff cock. She freed it from the confines of his trousers, made a gasped comment on the size, pushed him back onto a stone seat and immediately turned and sat with her back to him, impaling herself on his rampant member. In this position she was able to move up and down, and Ned's cock was massaging her 'G' spot, not that either if them knew what that was. A further benefit was that he could hold on to her by her small but very firm breasts, and she was able to rub her clit at the same time. He would have preferred to have his hands inside her dress, but that wasn't possible.
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