On the Saturday afternoon of that week, Luke and Tom were at home getting ready to leave for the big football match, when Dawn and her husband Edward walked in.
"Hello, love," said Margaret to her daughter and son-in-law. Father Edward was the local Vicar, a nice man if a bit camp. Until Edward started going out with Dawn, everyone in the village had thought he was gay. Shortly afterwards, they got married. Margaret had found out that Dawn was pregnant and immediately proposed. They had a lovely baby girl called Olivia some six months ago now, and Tom and Margaret were delighted to be grandparents.
"Where's the baby?" asked Tom, and Dawn explained that Olivia was spending the weekend with Edward's parents, who liked to spend time with her.
"That's nice, dear," said Margaret, "Do you want a cup of tea?"
"Yes, please," said Dawn, taking a seat in the kitchen. Father Edward moved to sit down also, but Luke poked him in the ribs as he passed.
"Hey, Eddie," he teased him, "Why don't you come to the football with us? We're going to the match and then the pub for a bit?"
"I don't drink," said Edward defensively, looking rather awkward.
"Oh come on," insisted Tom, "Just come and watch the game then. What are you, a man or a mouse?"
Edward reddened, and was going to argue further, but Dawn spoke up. "Oh, go with them, you never know, you might actually enjoy it."
Edward couldn't say anything after that, so while Margaret and Dawn had their cup of tea, Luke and Tom put a football scarf around the bewildered Vicar's neck to cover up his dog collar and dragged him out of the front door.
"Boys will be boys!" said Dawn smiling when Margaret asked her if Edward would be okay, "They might tease Edward, but he'll be fine!"
"He does need toughening up a bit," said Margaret gently, not wanting to offend her daughter and she was relieved when Dawn nodded and agreed, so she pushed it further, "In fact I thought he might be a gay before you got together."
Dawn looked at her mum and chuckled, "No, he's not gay, although he isn't very energetic that way" she seemed to think for a moment, "But I think it's because he's been tired, not because he doesn't like women." She sounded rather defensive.
"Ah, okay," said Margaret, but Dawn noticed that her normally talkative mother had gone very quiet at the mention of sex.
"Are you all right, mum?" she asked, and when her mother didn't answer straight away, Dawn decided to come right out with it. "Are you and dad having problems in the bedroom?" Dawn knew her mother better than anyone and her woman's instincts had been telling her that her mum wasn't quite herself recently.
She knew her mother had always been so prim and always did the respectable thing, exactly like her father. In a way she felt that her parents probably held each other back. They were just too upstanding and respectable.
She and Luke had always been more than just brother and sister and that hadn't stopped when she had married Edward. Actually out of the two men, she preferred her brother. Whilst she was certain that Edward wasn't gay, he was very in touch with his feminine side and Dawn had used this weakness for her own gratification, from time to time.
When she chatted to Luke a few days ago, she could tell that her brother was dying to tell her something, but couldn't. Dawn could read Luke like a book, especially when they were alone together, and she instinctively knew it was connected with her mother and father. At the time it made her wonder, but now it all started to make sense. It didn't upset her in any way, in fact when she had thought about the possible scenarios she felt herself become quite wet, but she also knew that she had to be careful. Her mother was so respectable and proper that one bad move could easily upset her, and Dawn wouldn't hurt her mother for the world.
Margaret was also thinking about how things were going with Luke, as her daughter asked again if she was all right. Her natural instincts were to cover any of her frailties but also she was weighed down with the relief that Luke had given her. She wanted to tell her lovely daughter at least some of her problems.
She took a deep breath and murmured, "It hasn't been right between your father and me, Dawn. Not in that special way, you know? He is such a wonderful man, but he is unable to do certain things."
Dawn's heart went out to her mother. She knew what a tremendous effort it took to confess something like that. She got up and stood behind her mother and reached around her front to cuddle her. They were both standing up in the middle of the lounge. Margaret wasn't a small woman and the simple action of reaching around so innocently to cuddle her mother meant that Dawn's hands inadvertently cupped her mother's breasts.
Normally this wouldn't have mattered, and would have probably gone unnoticed, but with the partly melancholy mood they were in, it stirred them and they both realized it. Margaret was startled and had the immediate thought of pulling away, but she didn't.
Dawn breathed heavily. She had no intention of pulling away. She squeezed her mother's breasts again, only this time more deliberately.
Margaret didn't move but muttered, "You shouldn't do that, Dawn."
"I know I shouldn't, mum," Dawn responded, but she didn't move her caressing hands.
The two women just stayed like that for a few minutes. I felt so strange; so wrong and yet so right. Dawn was nestling her face into her mother neck, nibbling her ear at the same time, and using her thumb and forefinger to squeeze and gently play with her mother's now erect nipples through her top. Margaret just stood there, breathing heavily and allowing herself to be fondled.
Dawn cupped and weighed her mother's breasts, murmuring to her, "You are a lovely big woman, mum. I would have thought that Dad would still want you all the time."
Margaret whispered sadly, "But he can't do it. He can't stay stiff."
Although Dawn felt sorry for her mother she also felt very aroused, talking like this. Her own husband, Edward was so staid. "A lot of young men would like to have a larger older woman like you, mum."
Immediately Margaret felt guilty about Luke, and also wondered if he might have said something to his sister. Dawn saw a look on her face and realized that she might have alarmed her mother. "Not only young men, mum. You are very attractive to young women as well."
Margaret was skeptical. "But I'm fat?"
Dawn was surprised at the tension in her mother's voice, as she talked about being fat. She knew that her mother had always worried about her weight and always dressed so impeccably to make herself smart and presentable. She also thought about how her mother always used to dress her when she was a little girl, in pretty little lemon and pink dresses. Everything was so proper and respectable. Dawn wondered if her mother was finally rebelling against society's restraints, which had held her for over fifty years.
She kissed her mothers neck again and at the same time squeezed her tits again. "I love you being fat, mum. I love your lovely fat breasts."
For a moment, Dawn wondered if she had gone too far, but then heard her mother say, "Do you really think I have lovely fat breasts, Dawn?"
Dawn felt exhilarated. She knew what her mother wanted to hear. "No mum, they are not just fat breasts; they are gorgeous big tits."
It almost seemed as if Margaret rejoiced in the rather rude words. She had been the prim and proper respectable housewife for far too long. Dawn turned her mother around to face her. "Lets have a look at your big juicy nipples, mum."
