Chapter 5

Eventually, mother and son separated. Rachel realized that she was still in a state of arousal. Her son's cock was still erect! She wished she and her son could fuck again. But then it wouldn't be fair to Jim. He had been waiting patiently.

Rachel smiled at Jim and asked, "Ready, Jim? Have you observed how my son did it to me?"

Jim nodded.

"Would you like to show me? Would you like to do it to me?"

Jim nodded smiling.

"Come and fuck me, Jim. I like to see how good you are."

"I have never done this, aunty."

"That's good. That means I am lucky, to be fucked by your virgin cock."

Jim got between Rachel's naked thighs and brought his erect cock close to her cunt. Rachel guided the tip into the wet entrance of her eager vagina.

"Push your cock in, Jim. Fuck me the way my son fucked me."

Jim slowly pushed about three inches of his hard cock in. The sensation was fantastic. The inner muscles of Rachel's vagina gripped his cock warmly. Screaming, "Auntyyy..." he fell on her naked body and kissed her on the mouth passionately.

Rachel kissed back, her arousal increasing rapidly. She caressed his cheeks and moaned, "Hmm... hmm... hmm... hmmm..." She cupped his bare buttocks and pulled him rapidly closer to her again and again, willing him to thrust his cock deeper.

Jim broke the kiss and yelped, "Aunty, oh God! This is wonderful, aunty! I feel so nice!"

"I'm glad you like this, Jim. Enjoy yourself. Move your cock, please. Thrust it in and out."

Jim raised his upper body and cupped Rachel's bare buttocks. Slowly he pressed forward, slithering his young hard cock deeper. As he did so, he gasped, "Aun-tieeee..."

As Jim thrust his cock in, Rachel raised her hips and encouraged, "Yesss, I like that, Jim. Do that again."

Jim withdrew his cock and thrust it in again, gasping, "Aun-tieeeee..."

Rachel raised her cunt to receive the inward thrust of Jim's cock and gasped, "Fuckme Jim... do it again."

Wildly aroused, Jim began lifting up his best friend's mother's buttocks and thrusting his bloated cock in and out, gasping "aun-tieeee..." each time he thrust his cock in.

A delighted Rachel responded by raising her cunt to welcome her son's best friend's cock, gasping "Fuckme Jim" each time the hard cock went deep into her convulsing juicy cunt.

So, their fucking increased pace and pleasure. They yelped with delighted,

"AUN-TIEEE."

"FUCKME JIM."

"AUN-TIEEE"

"FUCKME HARDER JIM."

"AUN-TIEE... I LIKE FUCKING..."

"I LIKE FUCKING ALSO JIM..."

"THANK YOU, AUN-TIEE..."

"THANK YOU FOR FUCKING ME, JIM..."

So Rachel and her son's best friend fucked on and on. Rachel was amazed at the young boy's vigour and strength. He fucked her violently, his cock pumping into her hot cunt rapidly and deeply. He was as good as her son. She was thrilled by the thought that she now had two young virile boys to fuck her. Her husband was not important any more!

After fifteen minutes, Rachel sensed Jim going wild with rapid deep thrusts. He was fucking her demonically and groaning unintelligibly. She too was shaking and shuddering as if being shaken by a demon. Her pleasure was mind-blowing!

Suddenly, Jim plunged his overheated cock deepest, held it there and stiffened screaming, "AUNTY ( he shot a load of sperm), AUNTY ( another load of sperm), AUNTY (another shot of sperm), AUNTY (sperm shot), AUNTY (sperm shot), AUNTY (sperm shot), AUNTY (sperm shot)..." He shot his hot laval sperm ten more times.

Simultaneously Rachel climaxed. Her orgasm was unusually intense. Her body shivered as if it was being electrocuted. Shuddering maddening she screamed, "YYEESSSSSSS... JJIIIMMMMMMMM... YYESSSSSSS JJIMMMMMM... FUCKME FUCKME FUCKMEEEEEEEEE FUCKMEEEEEEEEEEEEE FUCKMEEEEEEEE..."

Ben watched jealously how intensely his mother was enjoying fucking with his best friend. But was glad his mother enjoyed fucking. That was good for him, even if he had to share her with Jim.

Finally their climaxes subsided. Rachel and Jim kissed each other thankfully and separated.

Jim panted, "Tha... thank yo-you aun-ty."

"I... I must... I must tha... thank yo... you, Jim. I love... the... way you fuck... I like your young cock... good for me, Jim... your cock is good for me."

Ben, her son, asked, "How about mine, mom?"

"Yes, son... yours too. I like you and your best friend. Both of you have good cocks and know how to use them."

"Thank you, aunty."

"Yes, thank you, mom. Can we do it again, mom?"

Rachel almost said yes. She was still in a very aroused state. The cocks of the boys hadn't wilted also. Instead she said, "I think it's better for Jim to go home now. It's already late and his mother would be worried."

Ben quickly agreed, "Yes, you had better go home, Jim, before your mother gets worried."

Rachel and the boys cleaned themselves in the bathroom and then dressed up.

Before leaving the house, Jim asked, "May I come again tomorrow, aunty?"

"Why, Jim? To study maths or to see me?" she asked smiling cheekily.

"To see you, aunty... and to make you happy."

"Good, boy! Now you have learnt to talk honestly."

Rachel kissed him on the mouth passionately before bidding him good-night.

After Jim left, Rachel asked her son, "Enough for tonight, son?"

"What about you, mom?"

Before she could answer, Rachel heard her husband park the car in front of the garage.

"Your father is here, Ben. It has to be enough for tonight."

"All right. Good-night, mom." He ran up to his room.

Rachel greeted her husband at the door. He looked at the way she was dressed and smiled. "You look terrific in the low cut blouse and split short skirt!"

"I have dressed for you, darling," she lied smiling.

That night her husband made a tame effort at love making. "I'm sorry I can't be as good as I used to be, dear."

"It's all right, Bran, I understand. You are not to blame if your back is not good."

Her husband brought up the subject of dinner with his boss the next week.

"Must we go, Bran?"

"It will help me a great deal, darling. I'm sure Bill will give me the branch manager's job if we are nice to him."

"You mean if we are nice to him or if I'm nice to him?"

"Oh, darling! I hope you are not offended."

"No, Bran. Just curious."

"Please, darling."

"All right, Bran, but you know that I have never liked him. He has always given me that lecherous look."

"It's because you are so beautiful... so sexy, darling! Almost every man looks at you with lust in their eyes."

"Oh Bran!" she smiled and kissed him on the mouth.

Her husband soothed her. "We are going there for dinner, that's all. Not as if something dreadful is going to happen."

"All right, I'll be a good wife and help you."

The next two evenings, Rachel went out with her husband and son. Therefore, Jim was asked not to come over. They had dinner together and took in films at the Trafford Centre.

Saturday night Rachel gave her husband a good workout in bed. Since her husband couldn't fuck her because of his back pain, she fucked him instead. She made him lie on his back, mounted him, and fucked him again and again.

Later, they lay side by side.

"Bran, I'm a bit concerned about our son."

"What about, darling?"

"You see, with you away in London most of the time, he doesn't interacted with you. I worry that his knowledge and thinking would not develop very much."

"Think so?"

"Yes. He should talk and discuss with an adult."

"He can talk with you."

"But I don't know much about the world. He should talk and discuss things with an adult male."

"I suppose he should."

"You know, I have an idea."

"What?"

"Jim's coming over here to study with our son, gives me an idea."

"What do you mean, dear?"

"How about inviting Jim's father over, on days when you are in London. Jock, being our best friend, might be able to talk and discuss things with our son. Help our son to develop and think like an adult."

"Yes, that's a good idea. Why don't you talk to him?"

"It's better that you talk to him. You two have been friends for a long time, since your rugby days."

"What do you want me to tell him?"

"Ask him whether he could come over here on days when you are in London... to talk with our son... to help him engage in mature conversations."

"All right, I'll phone him from London tomorrow."

"Thank you, Bran."

"Do you also feel a bit lonely? When I am away?"

"Yes, darling, more than a bit."

"Perhaps Jock and his wife can come over and provide you with some company. You can chat with Peggy while he chats with our son. He has always been a good helpful friend."

But she didn't like the idea of Peggy also coming along.

"I suppose so, Bran. I'm more concerned about our son."

The next day, her husband left for London after lunch. Ben had gone out to play rugby with his friends. Rachel phoned Jock on his mobile.

"Hello, Jock. This is Rachel. Are you free to talk?"

"Yes, I'm in town, alone. How are you, Rachel?"

"I'm fine. I have something to tell you."

"What, Rachel?"

She explained to him what she had asked her husband to do.

"That's a very good idea, Rachel."

"Yes, but he might suggest that you bring Peggy also. You must find a way to come alone. You may bring Peggy once in a while. But most of the time I need you to come alone, Jock. I'm sure you understand why."

"Yes, I understand, Rachel. I'll tell Bran that Peggy will have housework to do. Also that she would need to keep Jim company while he studied and did his homework."

"Yes, try to give reasons to avoid bringing Peggy, Jock."

"Do you like me to come this evening?"

"Of course. I need you. It seems ages since I saw you... and kissed you."

"Can I bring something for you to wear? I have already bought something special."

"Yes, please. I'll wear anything you like me to wear. Just be nice to me."

"Will your son be with us this evening?"

"Yes, Jock. We have to include him. We need his cooperation. Otherwise he might tell his father about us."

"I understand. He might tell Peggy and Jim also."

"I need your cooperation, Jock. When you and I do things together, like hugging and kissing, please persuade my son to do the same with me. I would like him to enjoy himself also."

"All right, Rachel."

"Yes, let me hug and kiss him also. After all he's my son. It should be okay for me to love him."

Jock knew that it wasn't okay. It was incestuous! But what he was doing with her was adulterous! So, how could he object?

"Yes, Rachel. I understand. Be nice to your son as much as you want."

When Ben came home he wanted to hug and kiss his mother. She allowed him a little bit of hugging and kissing only. She advised him to go to his room and study first.

"After dinner, we can be nice to each other, darling."

"Is Jock coming?"

"Yes."

Evening Rachel and Ben had dinner early. After washing up the dishes, she spent some time with her son on the sofa, hugging and kissing him. Soon they were both aroused. The phone rang. Rachel took the call. It was her husband.

"Yes, darling?"

Her husband had good news. "I've spoken to Jock. He has kindly agreed to come over."

"Thank you, Bran."

"But he says that he wouldn't be able to bring Peggy and his son." He went on to mention the reasons that Jock had already given her.

Suppressing her delight Rachel said, "That's okay, Bran. I understand. We mustn't upset peggy's normal life. Let Jock come alone."

"All right, dear. I have to run along. I'll phone you later." That ended the phone call.

Rachel explained to her son the arrangement that his father had requested of Jock at her request.

"Mom, you are a clever one, aren't you? To get dad to ask Jock to come? You desire Jock, don't you?"

"Yes, darling and also his son. But, most importantly I want you, Ben."

"You are a hot one, mom, to need three of us," he said smiling and kissed her.

Smiling and aroused, Rachel kissed back. "But don't tell Jock about you and Jim. That we have fucked."

"Why, mom?"

"We don't want him to know that I have fucked his son for obvious reasons. As for the two of us, let him think that you and I have only hugged and kissed before."

"But I want to do things with you, mom."

"I know. What I'll do is persuade Jock to ask you to do things to me. That way it will look as if only today you are doing things to me. It will appear more decent."

"All right, mom."

The door bell rang. Ben opened the door and admitted Jock. He gave Rachel a package. "I bought something for you to wear."

She took the package and left it on the sofa. Then she and Jock greeted each other by hugging and kissing. The three sat on the sofa and chatted for a while. Rachel brought drinks for him and her son.

Jock told Rachel, "Brandon phoned me. He asked me to come over and chat with Ben and you frequently."

"I'm glad, Jock. So, you must come often."

Jock took the package he had brought and offered it to Rachel. "Hope you like the dress."

"Do you like me to wear it now?"

"I like to see how beautiful you look in it. But I wonder whether Ben will agree for you to wear it."

Rachel turned to her son and asked, "Is it all right, son? For me to wear what Uncle Jock has bought for me?"

"Is it a daring one, Uncle Jock?"

"Yes, Ben, a bit. But I think your mom will look gorgeous in it. She has the beauty and body for it. Why not let her try it on?"

"All right, mom. I'm sure you don't want to disappoint Uncle Jock."

"Thank you son." She took the package and went upstairs.

In her room she got naked and put on the items found in the package. There was no bra or panty!

First she wore the mini skirt. It was loose, flaring and only about six inches long. It had to be worn low, very low on her hips to cover, perhaps inadequately, her loins and buttocks.

Then she got into the tiny top. It was bare back and sleeveless. Two thin soft strips came down on the outer sides of her chest and curved in to support the under sides of her swelling breasts and cover the lower part of her big boobs. The edges came up just enough to cover the nipples and aureoles. Even so the nipples and aureoles were visible through the thinness of the fabric. The rest of her big breasts, which was a lot, bulged out bare and bold.

She wore two other items: hand sleeves and stockings. Both were made of white fish-net fabric and her smooth fair skin showed through. Her stockings came up to her upper thighs, ending below the edge of the skirt. The myriad holes showed off her full shapely thighs that were smooth and fair.

Rachel knew that she looked hot, very hot. She was sure that both her son and Jock would love her sexy appearance. Obviously Jock had imagined her in this outfit. And it was a damn sexy outfit too. It heightened her hot sexy desires.

She descended the staircase slowly. Both her son and Jock were at the foot of the staircase, smiling and staring at her gorgeous body. Could they see her naked loins beneath the short skirt?

When she reached the foot of the staircase, her son and Jock took her hands and led her into the living room. They smiled and their eyes roamed happily all over her gorgeous body.

"Do you like the outfit, Rachel?" asked Jock.

"Yes, Jock. I hope it's nice on me."

"You look gorgeous in it, Rachel. You are absolutely fabulous!"

Rachel turned to her son. "Do you like mommy in this outfit, son?"

"Yes, mom! You are absolutely marvellous!"

"Isn't Uncle Jock clever in choosing this for me?"

"Yes, mom."

Jock said, "It's not so much the dress, Rachel. It's your body that makes the difference. You don't look like a mother of a 15 year-old son. You look like a 20 year-old and you have the most voluptuous body I have ever seen."

"Oh Jock!"

"It's true, Rachel. Ask your son."

She turned to her son. "Do you agree with Jock, son?"

"Yes, mom. I don't think any girl can match you beauty and sexy figure... or voluptuousness."

Jock added, "That's why you shouldn't cover it up too much. Your son and I like to see your beautiful body." Rachel saw his eyes roam all over her boobs and thighs.

"Let's have some drinks." Rachel led them to the mini bar. She poured three glasses of sweet wine. As they sipped, she moved slowly close to Jock and saying, "Thanks for the dress, Jock," kissed him on the mouth.

Both of them were holding their glasses in their right hands. As they kissed eagerly, Rachel deliberately spilled some of her wine on Jock's shirt and slacks. Jock pulled away abruptly. "My shirt!"

Rachel suggested, "Why don't you change into something simple, Jock. We don't want you to soil your clothes. Remember that day when you got your slacks soiled?" She reminded him of how he had ejaculated in his slacks.

"Yea, I'd better, but I didn't bring any..."

"It's okay. You can wear my husband's. Let's go up to my bedroom."

Rachel went up the staircase followed by Jock and her son. They could see her bare beautiful buttocks under her short skirt. They were round smooth and exciting.

In the bedroom, Rachel gave Jock a pair of her husband's pyjama bottom. "Wear this, Jock."

"All right, but only if your son also wears something similar."

Rachel was happy that Jock remembered her request to get her son involved. "All right." She gave her son a pair of pyjamas. "Wear this, son."

As they prepared to go into the attached bathroom to change, she told them, "Don't wear anything else. Wear only the pyjamas, please."

Jock was not going to refuse. He went into the attached bathroom first, removed his clothes and got into the pyjama. It was white, loose, and thin, very thin. His semi-aroused naked cock lifted up the pyjama in front, the big head clearly visible. The fly was open; there were no buttons. Jock adjusted his pyjama so that his cock didn't come out of the fly opening. But the thin fabric gave a good view of his balls and cock. Jock was surprised that Rachel was that bold to ask him to wear something like that.

"Ben, you can also come and change now," called out Jock.

Ben came in and changed into a similar pyjama. His semi-erect cock and balls were also visible. The fly was open as there were no buttons.

Jock told Ben, "Don't be shy. Since your mother gave us these pyjamas, she won't scold us for wearing them."

The two of them entered the room. Rachel was sitting on the edge of the bed with her feet on the floor. Her short skirt was tucked ineffectively between her thighs.

As they approached her, she stood up smiling and moved away from them. "Oh my God! Two naughty boys! Don't touch me!" She took a hair-brush and pretended to ward them off.

She laughed playfully, pretended to avoid them and darted about giggling, as if she didn't want them to catch her. Her big boobs jiggled delightfully, threatening to escape from the blouse completely.

Jock caught on to the playful act. "Come on, Ben, let's catch your mom." Then, when he was close, he whispered to him, "Just chase. Don't catch yet. Let's watch her move."