Chapter 4

Alex was feeling more and more unsettled as the time for the party drew nearer. On one hand he had no desire to upset his mother but he was damned if he was going to remain celibate just because of her. If some girl, Emma or any other, wanted to throw herself at him he was not going to turn them away as he was not currently in a relationship. On the other hand he knew he was feeling jealous of his father and the way that Rowan was going OTT with the touchy-feely stuff so, on that level, he could understand if she was feeling something similar about the way he was behaving.

The problem was that neither had any claim on the other and it was not like they would ever have sex together again.

He made his way down to the ballroom a few minutes after the start time to find that most people had arrived already and the bar area was packed. He looked around for his family as he waited but could not see them anywhere and sent Saskia a text.

>where r u?

> sorting out the mess that dickhead created

>wtf?

>dnt ask. C u in a few. Dbl vodka and RB pls x 2

>kl

He finally got to the bar and made his way out of the throng and found a spare table away from the music speakers. He was putting the drinks on the table when he heard Saskia’s voice behind him.

“For Christ’s sake tell her she looks fantastic. How that fucking man has got to this age without having someone take a carving knife to him I’ll never know.”

Alex looked at his sister who looked stunning in a silver and black bandage dress with a plunging neckline and whistled appreciatively.

“You look fab-u-lous, Sis. Anyway, it’s unlike you to take against him. What’s he done now?”

Saskia looked over his shoulder and went sotto voce.

“I’ll let you work it out for yourself. Here they come now ... please be kind.”

Alex turned and immediately felt blood rush to his cock as he looked at his mother and a host of adjectives rushed through his brain. Her long blonde hair was done in a messy bun with a few trailing tendrils framing her face making her seem very young until you looked at the way her firm breasts were visible through the split in the dress and it was obvious she was all woman.

He thought she was achingly beautiful ... stunningly sexy ... but he couldn’t say that without sounding a bit pervy.

Rowan was looking at him with a look of shy hopefulness as he stepped towards her and smiled at her.

“You look stunning Mum ... you and Sask could be sisters.”

He was going to gently stroke a stray tendril of hair from her cheek but decided that would look too intimate so simply gave Rowan a perfunctory peck on the cheek. He kept his body away from her so that she would feel the semi that the sight of her had given him.

Rowan was disappointed and tried to move closer to hug him but he backed away and she guessed the reason when she glanced down at his groin. The corners of her mouth turned up in a small, triumphant smile.

‘God he’s hard ... I did that to him ... well fuck you Mike!

Alex avoided eye contact with her as they broke apart but he caught her downwards glance and more blood rushed to his face so that he was in danger of having none left for the rest of his body.

“Thank you, sweetie. At least someone noticed I had made an effort.”

The scorn in her voice was obvious and Alex looked over at his father who was standing somewhat embarrassedly behind his wife and would not meet his eyes.

‘You are a fucking idiot ... if I had a woman like this ... dressed like this ... sod the party ... I would have locked the door and not come out until the morning.’

Rowan turned to look around the room and Alex glanced over at Saskia who he hoped was pleased with his attempt to ‘ be kind ‘. Instead he found her glaring at him and he shrugged questioningly and mouthed ‘ WTF?’ at her. She glanced down at his crotch and gave a small nod and then back to his face. The meaning was clear ‘ I said be kind, not throw a boner.’

Alex blushed even more and turned away on the pretence of picking up his drink and adjusted himself he did so. He was saved further embarrassment by the arrival of Mike’s sister, Amy and her son Jake and her new husband Roger with his daughter, Emma. Emma made a bee line for Alex and threw her arms around his neck in a proprietorial manner and gave him a passionate kiss. Emma could feel the remnants of Alex’s deflating erection and thinking it was because of her, ground herself against it in a not very subtle way until Roger jokingly suggested that they get a room.

Alex looked immediately at his mother and tried to tell her with his eyes that it was not his fault but she looked angry and shrugged dismissively at him before turning away to talk to Amy. He turned to look at Saskia for some support who also dismissed him with a shrug... ‘ not my problem, Bro ... you got yourself into this... ‘

Rowan was seething at Emma’s behaviour and equally pissed off with Alex for not breaking the kiss earlier and allowing the body contact that he had denied her. The fact that she had no claim on her son’s body was ignored as the flames of jealousy were fanned.

The DJ started the music for the evening with the traditional first dance for the bride and groom and Alex took the opportunity to escape to the bar. He spent the first hour chatting with other relatives until the dancing stopped and the buffet was served but knew he couldn’t hide in the background forever. His sister found him as he was exiting the bathroom and immediately gave him hell.

“Where the fuck have you been? You were meant to have a few dances with Mum. She’s looking gorgeous and Dad’s being a complete shit. The least you could have done was hang about and bolstered her ego.”

“What and have her hassling me because of the way that Emma’s behaving? She seems to have got a stick up her arse about me and other girls and it’s none of her business if I fancy a quick hook up with Emma ... it’s not like we’re...”

He broke off as guilt overwhelmed him.

He had been about to say ‘ it’s not like we’re related ... it’s not incest or anything... ‘ but found himself thinking about the wonderful incestuous sex with his mother. Saskia saw the look on his face and wanted to know what he was going to say. He fobbed her off with an excuse and then changed the subject by suggesting they go and get some food.

They took their plates back to the table and it was obvious that Rowan was annoyed by his absence as witnessed by her sarcastic comments about ‘welcome back’ and ‘we were going to send a search party’. She glowered at him as they ate and she again decided to get handsy with Mike but this time it was definitely to make Alex jealous as she was even more annoyed with her husband than with her son.

Emma was also pissed off and pouted at him but sidled up to him after they had finished eating.

“Are you avoiding me as I thought we were going to hook up?”

He blushed and felt like telling her the truth that she was not his type ... petite, blonde, small boobs ... mother ... but looked around and caught Rowan pointedly staring at him, daring him to make a move. This annoyed him just as much as her overt display with his father and he decided to piss her off even more and bent to whisper into Emma’s ear.

“My mum keeps giving us the evils so I’ll meet you out by the summer pavilion in about 5 minutes. Look affronted at something I’ve said and storm off and hopefully it will put her off the scent.”

Emma gave a bravura performance and put an outraged expression on her face and raised her voice.

“Don’t be so disgusting Alex ... you’ve had too much to drink. I’ll see you around ... NOT!”

Alex watched her go and then looked around at the rest of the family group and saw a range of responses from non-committal shrugs from Roger and Amy, a ‘ you are such a cretin ‘ smirk from Saskia and a ‘ serves you right ‘ glare from his mother. He waited a few minutes until the music started again and edged away from the group and out into the hotel gardens.

Emma was waiting in the small summerhouse and launched herself at him as he entered and started kissing him voraciously before Alex gently disengaged.

“Look, Emma. I think you’re a beautiful girl and other circumstances I’d be really into you but just at the moment I’m not sure it’s a good idea ... if my mother ... fuckkkk ... what are you doing?”

Emma was taking no notice of what he was saying and was running her hands over his cock. She looked up at him with a naughty smile.

“Tell your mother to fuck right off, Alex, you’re a big boy now. Anyway I felt this big boy (giggle) earlier and want to see what he feels like between my tits ... I love titty fucks don’t you...?”

Alex was speechless as Emma pulled the top of her skin tight, strapless tube dress down releasing her huge bra-less breasts which flopped under their own weight against her body.

Alex was transfixed by the sight ... but not in a good way ... it did nothing for him and he could not understand why. His thoughts were panicked.

‘ When did I stop liking big boobs? What’s happened to me, I love big tits? Don’t I?”

Emma got down on her knees and undid his trousers before pulling down the zip to extract his limp penis from inside his boxers. She looked up at him in surprise and disappointment.

“Bashful, huh ... got performance anxiety? Don’t worry ... I can fix that.”

She proceeded to slurp his cock into her mouth and Alex’s first thought was the contrast with the wonderful deep throat blow-job his mother had given him 24 hours previously ... It was those memories ... her inch-by-inch inhalation of his hard shaft ... the feel of her nose against his stomach when she bottomed out ... her tongue lapping his balls ... and the look of delight and lust on her face ... and not Emma’s amateurish effort that started his erection growing.