A FAMILY THAT PLAYS TOGETHER STAYS TOGETHER - or so they say
Chapter 19.
This is not a subtle story; it features SEX and not a lot else!!
This story is a fantasy....well most of it anyway!!
The following story deals with incest, straight sex, gay sex, group sex, anal sex and hopefully romance and probably a lot more so if it's not your thing please move on, if it is your thing then ENJOY!!
Authors note: - Some parts of this story do not feature the family fucking together....just so you know.
ALL characters are over 18 years of age.
ANNE
It seemed that the house was turning into a hotel for various relatives; luckily we had plenty of room.
Alfie my nephew had moved in, he was a nice lad and it was good for Jake to have a man about his age in the house, and, of course Alfie had a great cock and loved to use it in all my holes. He fitted in well with our incestuous family!!
I was surprised and shocked when my husbands Father turned up. I hadn't seen Jim for years. Both our families weren't that big on staying in touch.
Jim and his wife, Joyce, had been good when we'd struggled with the birth of the twins but when Aarons brother, Andrew got into trouble they'd spent more time trying to look after him. When Aaron had bought the roofing business and was doing well his father, Jim, seemed to resent his success, I suppose it was the alpha male thing, and we saw and heard less and less of them.
Jim was always the head of the family and what he said went, all of his sons seemed scared of him and he ran the family with a rod of iron and his fist. Aaron was nothing like that.
Jim had always worked hard but never had much money but they had managed to buy their house in a run down area of London under the "right to buy" scheme and just before they both retired they'd sold it for a small fortune, the area that it was in was now the place to live. Retirement was good for them now that they had money. You could see where Aaron had got his good looks and his gift of the gab from; both Jim and my husband had that glint in their eyes. Jim was always very tactile when we were both younger but of course I was so shy and naive I just took it as him just being friendly.
We all sat down for dinner that evening, Aaron and I were getting on well with Jim but Jill, Jake and Alfie were very quiet and as soon as the meal was over they all disappeared off upstairs.
"Where's Joyce, is she OK?" I asked.
"Oh she's fine, she's away on a girls holiday, well hardly girls as there's not one of them under sixty, in Malaga. She'll be chatting up the waiters, drinking too much and hoping she'll get laid and she probably will' said Jim.
"Dad, that's my Mother you're talking about. Of course she's not having sex," Aaron spluttered.
"Why shouldn't she enjoy herself and get some cock, she's a grown up women, its the twenty first century after all" Jim said and looked at me and said, "you like cock don't you Anne?"
I started to blush so stood up to clear the table.
"Dad, don't talk like that," Aaron said.
In bed that night I was wanking off Aaron when he said "take no notice of my Dad, he's all talk, Mum's not getting fucked, she doesn't do things like that, they're not like that."
I wasn't so sure, the way that Jim had looked at me and the way that Jill, Jake and Alfie were made me think differently.
Aaron started to grunt and his cock swelled in my hand. I didn't want the sheets covered with his sticky load so took the head of his cock in my mouth and with a few wank strokes he gave me a mouthful of his salty hot sperm....tasty. I didn't want his spunk to go to waste and wanted my goodnight kiss from my husband so I pulled my head of his still pulsing and softening cock and kissed him deeply on the mouth, he didn't resist and I fed him some of his cum. Who would have thought that Aaron would have done that a few years ago?
The next morning the house was quiet and empty. Jill, Jake and Alfie had gone to work, Pete, Jill's boyfriend had come in late the evening before so hadn't met her Grandfather yet. Aaron had taken his father to work to show him around, must have been "take your father to work" day.
With a full house there was lots of washing and cleaning to do so after my breakfast I started. I enjoyed housework, taking satisfaction in providing a clean house and a meal on the table when Aaron got back from work. Despite what people thought I enjoyed being a housewife, with all the money we had from the business I didn't want a cleaner or a cook, my only luxury was the gardeners and of course their cocks.
I emptied the dirty linen box in Aaron's and my bathroom, Aarons work gear and his gym gear plus my underwear needed washing. As my knickers and bra were so skimpy these days they didn't take much washing. I couldn't resist it and smelt Aarons work shirt, it smelt of him, his aftershave, his deodorant and his body smell, it was like nectar to me. I saved the best smell for last, his underpants that he'd been wearing to work and then to the gym, I held his tight boxer trunks up to my face and breathed deeply, I smelt his sweat, I smelt his piss stains and I smelt his musty arsehole.
Why shouldn't I enjoy the smell of men's used underpants? Men were always going on about smelling women's underwear and even wearing it, I enjoyed the smell of my men's underwear.
I shook my head and dumped the washing on the landing before heading up to the twin's rooms. Jill and Pete's room was, of course, tidy and the bed made. Jill's dirty clothes were folded up in the linen box and Pete's work gear and gym gear was piled on top, all the time Pete was living here and using his big cock on her and my holes I was happy to pay him back by doing his laundry, all I had to do was throw it all in the washing machine and press the button, I certainly didn't do the ironing for them. Like Jake, Pete's work underwear was old, baggy and stained, not with piss or spunk but with grease and sweat but his "everyday" underwear was of more interest to me. His boxer briefs were stretched at the front, well he had a big cock to pack away in them, but I loved it when he wore briefs as they showed off his bulge through his trousers. Quite often when I pulled his trousers off his balls would be hanging out of the crotch of his underwear and his cockhead would be sticking out of the waistband.
Next was Jakes room, it looked like a bomb had hit it so nothing new there. My number one son left a trail of destruction wherever he went, I shook his duvet and made his bed and started picking up his dirty clothes, he seemed to have stripped off and left his work clothes, gym gear and other clothes all over the floor, a mixture of dirty sweaty shirts, tee shirts, socks and underwear all smelling of young virile man. His work gear went straight into the dirty wash bundle, his gym underwear I couldn't resist, as I picked up a pair I could feel that they were still damp and sticky, damp from sweat and sticky from his spunk. I knew that my son produced grade A baby batter that he sold at The Club so I thought that he'd save his cum up but it seemed that he had to cum at least a few times everyday and so used his underwear as a cumrag to wipe up his spunk from his late night wanking and let his Mum clear up after him, perhaps he knew that I like the smell of my sons spunk first thing in the morning.
A few weeks ago I had to search Jakes car for the garage door "blipper", Jake had a habit of picking up all the spares and leaving them in his car. In the glove compartment I found a pair of his underpants wrapped up in a plastic bag. When I opened the bag the smell hit me, spunk, and sweat, piss and lube, what had he been up to wearing these? I didn't like to ask so after a big sniff I wrapped them back up.
Next stop was the guest rooms. Alfie, my nephews, room was immaculately tidy. I suppose it was his time in the Army that meant he did it automatically. The bed was made, the sheets even had hospital corners and his dirty clothes were folded up and in the linen basket. His tight work T-shirts smelt of him and you could see the marks where his nipples had stretched the material, he had big nipples, like the end of my thumb, his nipples were bigger than mine!! I couldn't resist checking his underwear, no sperm stains but just a small yellow stain where his cock had leaked piss. I decided that he needed some tighter boxer trunks, his underwear was all a little baggy, the problems of having a thick uncut cock I suppose. I'd have to do a bit of online shopping later on.
