Chapter 1: The Beginning

Sally was a slut, of this there was no doubt, the evidence was there for all to see if they looked hard enough. The clothes she wore, and her behavior left no doubts. Now you may say, she has the right to be who or what she wants, it is a free world and what is the harm that she is doing. Also, if it is truly her own choice, who are we to criticize.

All of that is true and under normal circumstances, it would be left at that, except for Sally, her mother Deidre, and her brother Jeremy, it was far from a normal time. If the truth were known Deidre was jealous of her daughter, although I would have to say that Deidre could be mistaken for Sally’s sister.

Stand them side by side and you would think there was a mirror between them, and you were seeing a reflection of either one of them, Blonde haired, large breasted five foot six comely wenches, either of them could be any man’s wet dream material. Yet personality wise they were poles apart, Deidre at 55 years of age was shy and reserved and showed this by the clothes she chose to wear.

Sally on the other hand, was liberated, outgoing even feisty when challenge and again her clothing told you of her nature. She did not own a skirt longer than 24 inches, dresses even stopped well above the knee. You get the picture, dowdy mum, flirtatious daughter, and a brother delighted to be in the mix with either of them. You will have noticed, no mention of a father figure! He left the scene three years ago in a messy divorce. Which cast aspersions one the sexual nature of the mother.

For three whole years, Deidre had to live with clear sounds of Sally’s liaisons and of Jeremy beating his manhood at night, All the while poor Deidre was not getting any and beginning to miss even the once-a-week sex with her ex-husband. Not that it was any great shakes because all he ever did was reach his own satisfaction and regularly left Deidre close to orgasm but never actually getting there. Because he had been her only lover, they had met when she was only sixteen and married by the time, she reached twenty-one, she never knew any better until the office Christmas party, four years ago. Deidre hated to admit it but a drunken fling with one of the younger men in her office.

Within twenty minutes of grabbing her first kiss that night, she was in a closed office, with the guy fucking her from behind and she finally felt the rush, the skyrockets in her mind told her this was something special. Since that night, she had noticed more and more that Henry, her ex-husband was self-centered and lacking concern over his wife’s sexual happiness. It was final realization that led to her divorce, with the Children being over 16 years-of-age; their future residence was decided by them themselves. Both chose to live with Mom and see Dad once a month, or whenever they needed to.

It was this situation which led to the first incident I want to talk about. Deidre had been having a bad time over the last four weeks, as I said earlier that she was not getting any activity in her sex life and yet she was listening to her grown children huffing and grunting their way through many highs. On the Friday night in question, she had taken a shower and had resisted the urge to play with herself, a combination of how she was brought up and the system of her younger life telling her sex was bad, but self sex was disgusting and the work of the devil’s idle hands. After the shower she took her time in blow drying her hair and slipping into her night attire.

For some reason, she chose to wear a silky night gown and super silky kami-knickers. Then settling into her double bed, she tried to read a little but the silky feel nightclothes seemed to tease her nipples and that in its self-caused a heightened lusty desire in her shaven cunt. Setting the book onto her bedside cabinet, she flicked off the light and settled back. Almost immediately she could hear the familiar rattle of Jeremy’s bed head as it banged into the wall in time with his steady speed of his wanking. No sooner did that cease; low moans could be heard from Sally’s room.

What Deidre did not know was the things happening right outside her bedroom. Sally’s bedroom door was open with her twin bedside lights illuminating the three-quarter size bed, she slept in. Sally was totally naked, with her legs spread wide and her three fingers of her left hand was plunging in and out of her soaking cunt. More shockingly though was that stood in her bedroom doorway was her brother, Jeremy, his stiff cock stretched out before him as his hand slowly stroked it whilst staring intently at his sister’s lewd sexual act. Deidre suddenly caught her breath, did she really just hear what she thought she heard; her curiosity now peeked, and she climbed out of bed and stood with her ear pressed to her bedroom door, there it was again. “Come closer brother dearest, come see what I have for you!” it was clearly Sally’s voice.

“Yes, Slutty Sally, I know you want my hard cock to fuck you so much!” Jeremy replied. At this Deidre turned the door handle and gently pulled the door open a fraction. Through the crack which now appeared, she saw the back of a naked Jeremy move slowly into his sister’s bedroom. Now a shocked Deidre wanted to go into the other room and to stop this disgusting liaison between her siblings, but when she went to open the door wider, her arm would not move. She shot out her other arm and between the two she managed to open the door wide enough to exit her room. Now her legs refused to move her forward as she saw the figure of her son disappear into his sister’s room.

Deidre could work out how she managed to cross the corridor, and now stood almost in the exact same spot she had seen Jeremy in moments ago. Now she could see Sally and Jeremy; He was halfway to his sister’s bed and Sally pulled her slick fingers from her cunt and slowly but deliberately brought them to her own mouth and licked them clean. Deidre felt her body lose its will to obey her own orders to move. It seemed her hands now had a mind of their own because instead of reaching for the bedroom light switch just to her left, her right hand now pushed its way up under her Silky top and then down inside her Kami-nicks, she almost gave herself away as her fingers made their first contact with her cunt.

Meanwhile on the bed, Sally now reached out with her free hand and closed her hand around Jeremy’s cock, whilst He asked, “Tell me, slut sister, what do you want y cock for?” “Oh, handsome cocked brother of mine, I want you to fuck me in every hole! I want you to ... Oh fuck, Mother!” she squealed. Suddenly Jeremy turned his head and saw standing in the doorway his mother, eyes closed and her hand moving rapidly up and down over her cunt area. Jeremy Laughed, “Sally, don’t worry, by the look of things, mommy will lose her innocence tonight. She is so fucking horny I think she will love to join us!”