It was a sad day for the Houlihan Clan when my father Shamus died in a plane crash that sent him and the rest of his bad into the Atlantic Ocean. My dad was just starting to make a name for himself and was slated to open for a big name rock band. His music was pretty good and it made my mother sad to think that she would not be hearing anymore.
Typical Irish funerals include a wake with lots of alcohol. So it was no surprise that my mother started early that day. My mother is your typical Irish woman, long flowing red hair, green eyes, long legs, and a rack that can't be beat. My mom, Heather, looked sexy although sad in her short black dress. Some of our neighbors and a few of our relatives were trying to make advances toward her, but her resolve was strong. That is at first.
As the day wore on my mother continued to drink and laugh about the good times she had with my father. I noticed that some of the guys that were hanging around my mother were starting to take liberties with my mother that they probably shouldn't have on this day. On the other side of the coin my mother stopped caring about their advances and every once in a while actually seemed to be enjoying it. I approached my mother to see if I could protect from the pervs in the house. "Mom how are you doing at this time?" "I'm doooing asss weeelll asss can be ex-ex-expected. Youuu are such a sweetie for looooking after m-me." She gave me a kiss on the cheek then a small peck on the lips, turned and walked into the kitchen.
I figured I would socialize for a bit, so off I went to grab me a pint. After having a few myself I went to see how my mom was doing. I looked in the kitchen but she was not to be found there. So I searched the rest of the house. What I found shocked me and excited me at the same time. In my mother's bedroom was my mother laying face down on her bed with my Uncle Ethan standing behind her. Mom's dress was bunched up around her waist and her red panties were dangling off her left leg. Uncle Ethan had his trousers down around his ankles and had his penis in his hand. He seemed to be really small maybe 4 inches long, and very thin. He rubbed himself to full erection, and moved up between mom's legs.
"Ey, yes mi darling Heather your arse is finally mine." With that he spat on his hand rubbed it on his prick and then aimed it at my mother's waiting and very vulnerable arsehole. My mother only made a whimper of a noise when she was penetrated, and did not move from her spot on the bed. My uncle was having his way with my mother's arse, and seemed to be enjoying himself. It must run in the family because I instantly got hard, and started to rub myself slowly through my slacks. It was such an erotic scene, and I said to myself I got to get in on the action.
In about five minutes of rapid thrusting my uncle grunted hard and stiffened up. I could tell he was sperming mom's battered arsehole, and did not care what was happening to his own sister. At that point a couple of people were coming down the hall and were making a lot of noise. That scared my uncle, and just as quickly as he shot off he pulled up his trousers and left the room. Not to be caught, I entered into the bathroom, which happened t be attached to my mother's bedroom. I from the bathroom I entered mom's bedroom and locked both doors.
