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Matthew Ryder watched in silence as the hands of the clock
inched round to eleven, narrowing like the blades on a set
of garden shears. Uncomfortable in an unaccustomed charcoal
suit and sombre tie, the young man's head was bowed
to stare at a pair of black patent leather shoes in which
it was almost possible to make out his handsome yet grave
features. At the tender age of seventeen, the loss of a father was a
heartbreaking wrench, particularly when he was the only
family the inexperienced boy had ever known. Yet that was
about to change dramatically with the introduction into
his life of the four nubile sisters and mother he'd
never had the pleasure of meeting. Close by, his grandma rustled the curtains nosily, as old
folks do, eyes trained on the road outside. Until two days
ago, when his whole world imploded, Matthew hadn't
even known she and his grandpa were still alive. Clad in
black too, the old lady's stout shape and frizzled
white hair resembled a pint of Guinness. "The car's
here, " she announced, then more brusquely to her
husband: "Come on Arthur, get your jacket...Are
you ready, Matthew dear?" He nodded silently and stood, smoothing himself down,
spiky brown hair ruffled compassionately by his grandfather,
also colour co-ordinated in black. It was tough on them
too. Losing a son was not quite right in the great scheme
of things that dictated parents should not outlive their
offspring - even if it was his selfish and pompous father.
Fortunately their hurt was dissipated by Matthew's
father having voluntarily distanced himself, fleeing
to Manila some two decades ago with their grandson in tow,
and no word since ‒ until now. Silence prevailed throughout the journey as the hearse
sauntered its way to the greywashed cemetery. The subsequent
service went on around Matthew without his really noticing,
the words hollow and worthless, his grief unquenchable.
Distant relatives, made more distant by his father's
stubborn refusal to leave Manila, offered heartfelt condolences
prompting Matthew to force a series of smiles. Then finally
the coffin was lowered into the ground, taking with it his
father's lifeless corpse.

Still in a daze, the young man was led away by his grandparents
to be driven somewhere remote and leafy for the wake. Referred
to as 'Hannah's house', in his state of mind
Matthew didn't realise the significance at first.
Head pounding, it was only after a couple of stiff brandies,
foisted upon him by some anonymous uncle, that the surroundings
began to take shape. Tangible features on those around
him slowly formed, as if a thick fog had suddenly evaporated.
And there before him stood an attractive blonde older woman.
"We didn't get to talk at the cemetery....I'm
so sorry, Matthew." He thanked her politely as he had all the others, not knowing
who she was or how she knew his father. "Matthew, I'm
Hannah March...I'm, um, I'm your mother."
The young man's eyes bulged like a goldfish's
and he broke out in a cold sweat. How on earth did he respond
to a woman his father's stubbornness had forbade him
from ever having contact with by phone or email, let alone
meeting? All he really knew was that she was an evil Jezebel
who'd broken his late father's heart. Standing face to face, she seemed anything but evil and
nothing like he'd imagined. Looks-wise she was on
a par with Sharon Stone or Kim Basinger in their prime. And
oh those delightful heaving breasts... Matthew wasn't
sure of the protocol, whether they should hug, kiss, shake
hands, or what? Evidently Hannah felt likewise, an embarrassed-looking
standoff arising. Thankfully, the situation was salvaged by the arrival
at her side of a petite and pretty young girl roughly the
same age as Matthew. With smooth brunette hair, deep hazel
eyes and a personable manner, she was as equally breathtaking
as his mother. Hannah spoke, addressing her long-lost
son. "Matthew, this is Meg...she's, um, she's
your sister...your half sister." Meg smiled demurely. Matthew knew he had a sister, or several to be exact. Even
his secretive father hadn't been able to suppress
that information. Yet Matthew had been given an ultimatum:
warned to give up hope of ever meeting them. If he did, he
could forget about his father forever. "Come on bro, "
offered Meg with a radiant smile, slotting her fingers
warmly into his, "I'll introduce you to the others."
Matthew took a deep breath, looking at his mother for approval.
It didn't seem right to leave her so quickly. But she
smiled warmly and indicated to go with Meg. There'd
be time enough to catch up later, she affirmed: three more
days before the flight back to Manila, her parting touch
on his shoulder tender and loving. In the short space of time it took to wander from the lounge
to the living room, Matthew had learned that at nineteen
Meg was the eldest of his four sistters, or half sisters
to be exact. Each with a different father, his mother, it
seemed, had indeed been something of a Jezebel in her younger
years. His eyes fell upon three looking lovely girls, all
self-conscious and seemingly anxious to make the right
first impression.

Firstly Meg introduced Jo who, at eighteen was the second
eldest. With short spiky boyish hair and no make-up, she
was simple yet attractive. In the present company of beauties,
however, she did not grab his attention immediately. "This is Beth, " announced Meg, moving along
the line. A dusky skinned girl of mixed race girl and aged sixteen,
stepped forward. Beth smiled in greeting, her ancestry
attesting to his mother's penchant for black guys
that Matthew's bigoted father had taken to the grave.
It was the catalyst that forced his father to flee England
for the Philippines with Matthew in tow twenty years ago.
Yet if his father had seen the fruits of the relationship,
surely he'd have proffered a different opinion, for
Beth was by far the most stunning of the four, her mocha tinted
skin as smooth as rayon. The last of the quartet was another little beauty with golden
hair in ringlets and a pair of piercing ocean-blue eyes
behind an oval pair of spectacles. "You must be Amy, "
pre-empted Matthew, displaying a limited yet serviceable
knowledge of American literature. Amy smiled in greeting. "Amy's the baby of the family, " enlightened
Meg. "Am not, " Amy retorted, screwing up her pretty
features. "I'm fourteen in two days time, "
she said proudly.

"You're still the baby of the family, "
Beth retorted, an impish twinkle in her deep brown eyes
as she tried to impress the handsome new family member.

Amy pouted and folded her arms.

Given that none of the girls had known Matthew's father,
the grief that was overbearing elsewhere in the house was
in short supply here. And that suited Matthew just fine.
Having had to endure two days of his grandparents'
hurt on top of his own, he craved an escape. The funeral done
and dusted and the dead laid to rest, it was time to look forward
in a more positive vein.

Matthew would have loved to get to know them better but,
at that moment, he was whisked away to the garden by grandpa
to be introduced to other distant relatives. He smiled
dutifully, soaking up the sympathy like a sponge until
finally he was set free. Torn between spending time with
his newfound sisters or heading away from the house for
some peace and quiet, he elected for solitude.

Standing at the perimeter of the garden, the young adventurer
could hear water trickling the other side. Hopping up and
over the wall, immediately he began to descend alarmingly
down a dusty slope, feet unable to gain a grip and pulling
up only at the last moment before his new shoes dipped in
the meandering stream. On the other side of the watery expanse a thicket of trees
rustled. The city dweller could barely believe his eyes
or his luck. This was tranquil and fresh, in stark comparison
to the humdrum and stifling urban existence he'd become
acclimatised to in Manila. Only now did it register on Matthew
that nearly two decades of his life had been wasted and could
never brought back. Despite everything, he couldn't
help but feel resentful of his father. Locating a log that had been laid across the stream as a makeshift
bridge, Matthew tiptoed across. Heading towards the wood,
twigs beneath his feet made a wondrous sound as they snapped,
whilst covert crickets chirped a cacophony. So exhilarating
to be away from the claustrophobic and choking funeral
party, his only regret was being lumbered with a suit and
tie. Loosening at the neck, he worked the tie free and popped
open the top button of the shirt. Matthew felt free at last,
in so many ways.

He could happily have stripped off completely yet had been
raised to be a conservative fellow, unaccustomed to nudity.
Mae-Lin, his father's housekeeper, was the first
and only woman he'd witnessed naked. That experience
merely intensified the longing for a girl his own age to
strip naked, to let him touch her firm breasts and do all
the things that horny teenaged boys dream of. A sagging
middle-aged woman hardly bore comparison. It was as well he didn't allow the newfound lack of inhibition
to run riot, for at that moment a gentle yet urgent whirring
sound filled the air. Stepping off the path at the last moment,
he felt a whoosh as a muscled and tanned guy, clad in lycra
and sporting a baseball hat, flashed by on a mountain bike.
Moments later a second bike passed. This time the rider
was female. Struggling to keep up with her male cycle buddy,
the girl's cute backside was raised as she stood down
hard on the pedals in flip-flops, puffing and panting as
the forest floor stifled her progress like it was made of

Stopping up ahead to wipe a forearm across a moistened brow,
she turned briefly to look at Matthew, offering a half-smile
through the pain of exhaustion. A pair of breasts that heaved
at a cream coloured tank top looked like they craved to be
squeezed. Before there was time to return the smile however,
she was gone, tight arse bobbling seductively.

The peace restored, Matthew's only companions in
the forest during a mile-long stroll were the birds that
hid furtively in the trees, the squirrels that slid smoothly
through the undergrowth like creepers and the watchful
crickets keeping time like a metronome. Reaching a clearing,
the youngster contemplated getting back to the house.
Yet he was drawn by a sixth sense down an almost hidden path
that would take him even farther away from his destination.
Glancing down, he noted its dusty surface scored by two
thin tyre tracks, filling him with curiosity.

Following the trail for another mile, once more the distant
sound of lapping water was audible. It was then that the
tyre trail ended, two bikes hastily discarded on their
sides a few feet away. His eyebrows elevated at the discovery
of a discarded white Adidas trainer, then another a few
feet on. Next was a balled-up black sock, then another.
Continuing, Matthew encountered a pair of flip-flops,
then a lime green lycra top, shorts and a baseball cap. More
intriguingly, he discovered a ruffled-up tank top, accompanied
by a throbbing feeling between his legs. The feeling intensified upon spying the Holy Grail: a skimpy
bra and thong set in matching lilac. Reaching down, Matthew
caught hold of the thong, bringing the crotch to his nose
and breathing in deeply. It reeked of intoxicating pussy
juice. A more subtle aroma than the stench that seemed to
be ingrained in his fingers for days after playing with
Mae-Lin, Matthew felt his entire body quake with desire.
This was a young female in her sexual prime. Slowing, he tiptoed towards another clump of trees, through
which the stream down below swelled into a wide bowl like
a private swimming pool. Able to creep closer, tree by tree,
he heard voices, breath held tight. Visible from the waist
up, the couple frolicked in the stream. Mesmerised, Matthew
couldn't take his eyes off the girl's breasts,
big and bouncy with droplets of water clinging to the vast
expanse of flesh. A sight to behold ‒ only the second naked
woman he'd ever set eyes upon in the flesh ‒ the throbbing
in his groin became an unwelcome distraction. But things would get better, much better. Without warning
the boyfriend ducked down, disappearing beneath the black
marble surface. The scene before Matthew lapsed into freeze-frame
as suddenly the girl squealed, her legs taken from beneath
her. Riding momentarily on the guy's strong shoulders,
a squeal rang out as she was bucked clear, flashing the briefest
snatch of pubic hair before she hit the water. Yet despite
its ephemeral nature, the image of that pretty pussy was
imprinted on Matthew's brain like a lingering filament.
Surfacing, the girl shot a look that was stern yet playful.
The pair grappled, sinking below the surface before emerging
in a heated embrace, her legs wrapped around his midriff.
Their lips smacked purposefully before tongues made exploratory
manoeuvres within. Matthew found himself rooted to the
spot, a hand brushing across his crotch, guiltily appraising
its semi-hardness. He was sorely tempted to masturbate,
such was the arousing effect the couple were having on him.

Just as well he didn't follow the urge, for at that moment
Matthew discovered that he and the couple were no longer
alone in their reverie. "They sent me to find you, "
clarified Meg, causing her younger brother's face
to turn a spectral white and perspire profusely as his eyes
darted from the approaching Meg to the lovers, like a spectator
at a tennis match. "Did you, um, want to be alone?"

Moving alongside then pulling up sharply as the scene came
into focus, Meg gasped hoarsely then exclaimed: "Matthew!"

"Shush, " he said embarrassedly, hands raised.

"Oh my, " she whispered as the couple's
intimacy increased.

The siblings exchanged furtive glances before Meg moved
to the front to gain a more favourable pitch. In doing so,
her soft arse brushed the partial erection, thankfully
enclosed behind the suit trousers. A lok up and aside as
the shaft slotted cosily in the groove, Meg relaxed easily
into her long lost brother's big strong chest. Chin
on her crown, Matthew towered over the girl, fixing his
gaze once more on the playful couple, hands resting idly
by his sides.

His heart thumped into Meg's shoulder as the couple
up ahead continued petting furiously. Evidently growing
tired of the water, the guy lifted the girl into his arms,
climbing from the stream, dripping wet. Meg eased back
as if scared of discovery, yet Matthew remained rooted,
the sudden movement rubbing his foreskin as it fitted ever
more snugly into the accommodating groove.

The two lovers moved to within twenty paces, blissfully
ignorant of their audience. Unashamedly exposed to the
elements, they seemed unfazed by a slight chill in the air,
illustrated on the girl's erectile nipples. Matthew
could hardly take his eyes off them, except to gaze down
longingly at the gorgeous and smoothly shaven pussy. At
the same time, Meg's eyes were fixed firmly to a thick
cock that swung impressively between the guy's legs.
As Matthew's hands hung idly, Meg moved hers behind
to rub his buttocks. Instinctively, Matthew began to move
his groin in time, forgetting that this was his sister.
Both could be forgiven, however, for there'd barely
been time for things to sink in, let alone make sense. Seemingly
as horny as he, Meg purred as she wiggled her cute arse all
over his rapidly stiffening cock. Up ahead in the clearing the guy had succeeded in working
his cock up into a savage looking beast, sprouting proud
in all its circumcised glory. The girl moved in stealthily
on all fours like a prowling tigress, tongue running seductively
around the inner circumference of her lips. Leaning back
upon his elbows, chest inflated, he reached out for her
hair, ensnaring a set of fingers in the brunette tangles
and wrestling her face close to the outstanding appendage.
Dipping, the girl smiled as her tongue tip touched his balls
lightly before licking all the way up the rampant shaft.
At the crest she togued the eye lovingly before enveloping
the engorged head with a succulent mouth. Matthew shuddered as he felt Meg's body tense against
his and heard her breath begin to quicken, a guilt-ridden
glance his way before settling back down on his cock and
rolling it between her arse cheeks like a hotdog in a bun.
Thighs clamped tightly together to rub her aroused cunt
lips, she whimpered gently. Hands still idly by his sides,
Matthew experienced the overwhelming urge to reach around
and feel her tits. Yet he hesitated, wracked by doubt and
inexperience. As if to prompt some action, Meg arched her back. pushing
out a delightfully pert chest like a rooster. A pair of thick
nipples strained at the front of the lightweight blouse,
threatening to pop the buttons. The outline of a lacy half
cup bra beneath sent Matthew crazy with desire. Shaking
like an arthritic, his hands elevated. As Meg held her breath
in heightened anticipation, still he was unable to touch

Her wantonness reaching mammoth proportions, Meg removed
her hands from his bumcheeks and over his hands, guiding
them close. Each erect nipple quivered as contact was made.
His palms covered the firm orbs, appraising. Fingers reflexing
instinctively he cupped lovingly.

The effect on Meg was startling, eliciting an audible breathy
squeal that very nearly gave them away. Thankfully the
other couple were so engrossed in their own lustful games
that it went unchecked. Adjusting, Matthew ran his thumbs
around each teat, tracing small circles. Scared of what
she might unleash, Meg's front teeth became embedded
firmly in her bottom lip, eyes screwed tight as the feeling
between her thighs liquefied. Up ahead, the guy had arrived at the throes of ecstasy, the
girl seemingly anxious to join him. Running a hand down
her spine and backside, she plunged two fingers deep into
a gaping cunt as she continued to deepthroat with vigour.
Sucking and licking, she frigged her pussy wildly, inducing
an intense orgasm and a light spray from her cunt that hung
momentarily in the air like a sprinkle of perfume. Simultaneously
the guy began to exhale, his face contorting like he'd
stood on a wasp.

The girl felt the first telltale jerk, tossing back her
head and finishing him off with a blurring fist. Cum ejected
like foam from a fire hose, looping in the air and peppering
the girl's face and tits. She kept labouring away until
every last drop had been drained and the once impressive
cock melted in her grip. Suddenly Matthew felt Meg's body in front spasm and
go limp, a little gasp escaping her lips as the orgasm from
the dry fuck took hold. No time to dwell, suddenly a hue black
cloud passed overhead to darken the scene. It was the cue
for the pair of sibling voyeurs to hotfoot it away before
risking an embarrassing discovery. "Um, sorry..."
Matthew began as they traipsed off down the path. "That
was wrong...very wrong...we, um, shouldn't..."
Meg pushed up on tiptoes to give her younger brother a peck
on the cheek before running off ahead with an impish giggle.
Lapsing into a childhood his overbearing father had denied,
Matthew tore off in pursuit. Gathering up her shoes in hand
and lifting the skirt above the thigh, Meg sprinted off,
utilising her knowledge of the forest to thwart the handsome
pursuer. However, his superior speed and stamina ensured that Matthew
caught her just before the log. A symbolic crossing, it
was the bridge that would take them out of the fantasy world
of the forest and back to the mundane reality. They play-wrestled,
laughing till their chests ached. Taking Meg in his strong
arms and swinging her around, Matthew felt alive and invigorated.
Though he craved to prolong the moment just a little longer,
the prospect of returning to his grandparents' tdrab
errace in the suburbs and eventually to city life in Manila

As he play-fought with Meg, their limbs tangled and they
tumbled to the floor whooping joyously. Little thought
for the neat and respectable clothes they wore, grass stains
and mud scrapes were unavoidable. Going in for the kill,
Matthew straddled his sister and tickled mercilessly
at her belly, inducing an uncontrollable fit of laughter.
Fortunately ‒ or unfortunately ‒ any further high jinks
was curtailed by the arrival of blonde cutie Amy, , shooting
a curious glance across the stream. "You found him
then?" "Yeah I found him, " replied Meg, easing Matthew
aside and rising to her feet with a smile. Putting on her shoes once more and taking to the log with
arms outstretched in a cruciate pose, Meg hurried to join
her sister on the other side. Heel catching a knarl, a squeal
rang out as the eldest sister tottered one way then the other,
hands groping thin air before falling sideways and plunging
in the waist high water with an undignified splash.

At the water's edge, Amy was in stitches, doubled up
with pained howls of laughter. Matthew too found it physically
impossible to suppress a laugh. From the stream, Meg issued
a look that was half pure evil and half bemusement. Hands
on hips she pouted and appealed to her brother: "Help
me out." Dutifully Matthew moved to the stream's edge, stretching
to hold out a helpful hand. Yank! The next minute his body
was moving forward of its own accord, feet unable to grip
on the bank and plunging in cold water. Surfacing he blew
a fountain of water from his lips. In retaliation for her
wickedness, Matthew slashed the surface with an arced
arm, sending a sheet of water cascading over his wicked
older sister. As she squealed, his eyes were drawn to a pair
of hard nipples that had sprouted and pressed against the
wet blouse. Meg grinned before launching a tidal wave of
her own, things quickly becoming messy. Up above them,
Amy jumped up and down in sheer glee, her blonde ringlets

So as not to be left out, the youngest sister bolted down
the bank and launched herself into their midst, shrieking
delightfully as she bombed the surface. The trio made sure
to duck and splash each other thoroughly until every stitch
of clothing was soaked through and they were breathless.
Hauling himself out, Matthew helped lift his sisters to
the bank in a gentlemanly manner before they walked back
bedraggled to the house. "Matthew is so much fun, "
observed Amy innocently, pressing to his side for warmth.

"Mmm yes he is, " responded Meg, her idea of
fun somewhat less innocent. Their mother was waiting for the errant trio. "What
on earth...?" "We had a little accident, " offered Meg, eyelashes
fluttering innocently. "We fell in the stream, " added Amy. "Hmm, I can see that...all three of you...?"
Matthew caught sight of gran and grandpa in the background,
his heart plunging. Looking ready to depart, he was anything
but. "You can't get in the car wet like that, Matthew, "
the old man scolded.

He offered apologies as the girls confronted their mother.
"Maybe Matthew can stay with us tonight?" suggested
Amy hopefully, adopting a doe-eyed demeanour. Matthew's ears pricked up. "Hmm, I'm not sure about that, " mused
Hannah. "The first time we meet him and he brings you
two back like that." "It was an accident, " Meg appealed. "And
it wasn't Matthew's fault." "Oh go on mummy, say Matthew can stay, " pleaded
Amy. "Please mummy...for my birthday." Hannah contemplated, giving her long lost son the once
over and allowing a smile to restore her pretty features.
"Okay, Matthew would you like to stay with us for a
short while?" she enquired. "It'll mean
two of you girls having to share a room though."

"That's okay, " chipped in Jo, the tomboy,
who'd tagged onto the conversation, the lovely little
dark-skinned Beth close at her shoulder. The other sisters looked at Jo in surprise as if her words
were totally out-of-character. Evidently Matthew's
charm had melted a stubborn heart. All eyes looked his way,
"Say you'll stay, Matthew, " entreated
Amy. He smiled, the decision simple. "I'd be honoured
to." Amy clapped her hands together like a seal, which was appropriate
given her dripping state. "Right you three, bathroom, " commanded Hannah,
playing the matriarch. Matthew felt his cheeks flush. "It's okay, " said Amy with an aside. "We
have three bathrooms. I'm sure Meg will show you."
As a delighted Amy skipped to the downstairs bathroom,
the older girl guided Matthew upstairs to his. His eyes
lingered on a backside he could very easily reach out and
grope. Meg hesitated teasingly at the bathroom door before
pirouetting and heading off down the landing, leaving
him alone. Overjoyed to be rid of the clinging heavy clothes, Matthew
stripped and hung them to dry on the hot rail. The steaming
bath filled to a third of its capacity and topped with fluffy
bubbles, he climbed in gratefully among the welcoming
suds. Oh that felt so good. It hadn't been the easiest
of days, salvaged only by meeting the girls and discovering
the joys of the forest. He wanted to stay forever.

After a ten-minute soak, a knock at the door caused the self-conscious
teenager to look up in alarm. "Fresh towels, "
clarified his mother from outside. "It's okay,
I won't peek." She wandered in, keeping her promise, eyes elsewhere.
Just as well, for the lather had receded to a light fringe,
exposing Matthew's nicely honed body completely.
Hannah hung the towels on the hot rail then turned unexpectedly
to face her son. Despite the promise of earlier, she did
look, eyes lingering longer than was befitting of a young
man's mother.

Matthew gulped as she smiled warmly and came to sit on the
edge of the bath, overshadowing her long lost son. "You
know Matthew, you're the age I first met your father, "
she mused as her son shuffled uncomfortably in the water.
"He was a handsome devil back then. You remind me of
him a lot."

The mention of his father triggered the emotion to rise
once more in the bereaved youngster and he found himself
suddenly and unexpectedly weeping. "It's okay
honey, really it is, " she comforted, leaning in
to take him into her arms in a display of maternal instinct.

Locked together, her soft hands stroked his back up and
down as their cheeks touched. Given the proximity of the
pair, a layer of bathwater unavoidably coated the front
of Hannah's diaphanous blouse, turning it virtually
transparent. Without a bra, a pair of fulsome breasts stuck
wetly to the front. As Matthew eased from her grip he couldn't
help but stare, bringing a flush to both their faces. Reaching
out, she ruffled his damp hair, lips pursed. Eyes on his
submerged penis, she whispered: "I think we're
all going to enjoy having you here, Matthew."

And I think I'm going to enjoy it here too, he thought,
a surprise rush of blood to the cock causing it to jerk and
elevate, the head erupting through the water's surface.
Quick to hide his embarrassment, Matthew flipped over
onto his front. "Mmm, you're just like Jo, "
Hannah observed. "She likes having her back scrubbed
by her mummy too."

Desperate to hide his erection, Matthew was in no position
to argue.

Taking hold of the bar of soap, Hannah dipped her hands in
the bath and worked up a thick ball of lather. Leaning over,
she perched on the edge of the bath, massaging the soap into
Matthew's strong shoulders. Her touch exquisite,
Matthew's eyelids drooped contentedly. He was unable
to relax completely, however, on account of the throbbing
hard cock beneath him. "Look how wet you've made
me..." Hannah observed, unbuttoning the blouse
and shaking it clear to unveil a pair of gorgeous orbs Matthew
could just see out of the corner of his eye.

Despite being the unfavourable side of forty, the sag in
them was minimal. And they were natural too, illustrated
in the delightful heave and plunge as she jinked. The aureolae
were big and puffy, housing two enormous and highly sensitive
nipples. Hannah placed a hand beneath each, appraising
each asset, before lifting the right one to her lips and
sucking the swollen nipple long and hard. Matthew could
barely believe what he was witnessing. Lowering her skirt
and stepping out of the panties, she cocked a leg up and stepped
in to the bath, resting over the backs of Matthew's
legs, knees supporting her weight in a masseur-type pose.
Matthew rested chin on hands against the back-bath, cock
stil uncomfortable beneath him as his mother's flesh
touched his. Soaping up once more, Hannah spread the lather
thickly over her expansive tits. Tilting forward she began
to rub her son's back seductively with the delicious
orbs. When Matthew realised what was happening he very
nearly came in the bath, his cock stiffening yet further
until it was painful. Hannah kept at it for what seemed an
eternity, moaning as her sensitive nipples made tracks
up and down her son's strong back.

Hands finding his hips, Hannah lifted till his torso was
upright. Her tits that were pressed into his back felt like
soft warm pillows. Breath racing, her lips traced a line
from earlobe to shoulder blade, kissing every part of the
manly neck in between. Adjusting his strong buttocks,
Matthew felt the taut flesh rub the damp scrub of his mother's
pussy. Supporting him with one hand, the other caressed Matthew's
wide manly chest, covered in damp matted hair. Hannah combed
her fingers through the forest whilst nuzzling his neck.
Lovingly she teased Matthew's nipples with the ball
of her thumb, bringing a shudder of pleasure in the inexperienced
young man. Yet it was about to get a whole lot better as, without warning,
the hand that had been by his waist moved stealthily across
and inside his leg, grazing the cock and weighing the balls
in her palm. Matthew groaned as she shifted to take hold
of his cock, cradling it like a mother and baby. "Mmm,
my darling boy, " she enthused, moving the foreskin
tenderly up and down to unveil the purple mushroom head

Matthew glanced down momentarily to see his mother's
fist wrapped tightly around his cock and stroking back
and forth in a gentle rhythm. Tossing his head back, he let
out an impassioned sigh. At the same time Hannah rubbed
her pussy into his arse. "Oh baby boy, " she
whimpered, upping the speed of her ministrations to the
bloated member.

Matthew's cock jerked in her fist, blurring as she
readily attained optimum speed. This carried on for what
seemed like an eternity, Matthew's head swimming.
When she did have to let go through wrist numbness, the lovely
cock sprang back to thump his belly hard, such was its rigidity.
Swapping hands, Hannah wrapped her fingers firmly around
the beautifully proportioned appendage, jerking purposefully.
"Cum for me, baby boy, " she pleaded, their
lips brushing as Matthew tilted his head to the side. They kissed long and deep, lost in one another as Hannah's
hand slipped and slid. "cum for me, " she reiterated,
both rewarded with an orgasm that smashed through Matthew's
like a train wreck, a porcine squeal escaping her son's
pursed lips.

Matthew fired at the sloped surface of the back-bath, depositing
a healthy glob. Her strokes unerring, Hannah induced a
second spurt that measured up to any of the previous men
in her life's initial efforts. She glowed with the
pride of a mother and a lover. Ensuring to drain every last
drop of seed, she dunked his numb cock in the soothing water.
Pushing up onto the soles of her feet, she kissed the damp
crown and slipped out of the bath. "Now if you're
a good boy, mummy will come to tuck you in at bedtime, "
she promised before departing. She kept her promise too, leaning over her son in the semi-darkness
of Jo's room, her heaving breasts almost spilling
out of the silken nightgown. Reaching up with a smile, Matthew
gave them a good hard squeeze. They compressed like sponge
balls, the nipples bloating to his touch. "Oh baby, "
Hannah breathed as her tits were pawed, squeezed and fondled,
lowering further to deliver a goodnight kiss.

Matthew parted his lips, allowing his mother's velveteen
tongue to slip inside. They kissed with a passion that stole
their breaths. Drawing back for air, Hannah smiled. "Welcome
to the family, Matthew."

The tent halfway down the bed did not go unnoticed, eliciting
a little grin from the wanton woman. But, as much as he tried
to force them open, Matthew's eyelids were wavering
and Hannah too knew that her energy was ebbing. It had been
a draining day and for now fatigue had drawn a veil over it.
But they realised a new one was just an energy boosting night's
sleep away. As she headed back to her bedroom, through the briefly opened
door, Matthew heard excited chattering from the girls'
bedrooms. His arrival had transformed not only his mother,
but all four of her nubile daughters, each in various flushes
of womanhood. Matthew sighed contentedly as sleep enveloped
his body. Morning couldn't come quick enough.

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I don't have a title. I loved the story and hope there
is a lot more to cum. The family that plays together stays


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How about "'Hannah has a place for you!"


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when are you going to tell the rest of the story please give
us everything mum and half sister >>!