BBQ Lessons Ch. 03

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It was another scorcher. Jack was out and I set the sun lounger on the patio pointing south; made myself a pitcher of gin and tonic and ice, and laid in the sun. I was wearing my very brief micro bikini, and I had made it even briefer by gathering the bust so that each side really only covered my nipples, and then bunching up the bottoms around my crotch so that only my crease was covered.

I lay back, my pitcher in the shade behind my back rest. I dozed, confident that I was getting as near an all over tan as it was decently possible to do.

“Hi mum.”

So much for solitude, oh well. Jack was okay seeing me I suppose, after all, he had been very much up close and personal with me ever since the BBQ.

“Hi Jack. I thought that you were at Steve’s gaming today.”

“Yeah, well, his mum was being a bit odd, so I said I was going home, Steve said he would call round later.”

“Oh.”

“Steve told me something today, something amazing.”

“Oh, what?”

“Well, you know Tony?”

“Yes, it was his house that you were gaming at the other day.”

“Yes. Well, as you know he has a baby sister.”

“Yes, what, seven, eight months old?”

“Something like that. Anyway, his mum weaned her.”

“Okay, yes, that is what normally happens.”

“Yes. Only her milk didn’t dry up.”

“Oh, that can be uncomfortable. I think they have to have their breasts bound if that happens.”

“Oh? Well they found another solution.”

My mind boggled, I guessed where this was going. “Oh?”

“Yes, Tony takes it.”

“You mean he drinks her milk?”

“Yes mum, from the source.”

“Oh shit.”

“Oh, that isn’t the best bit. Tony takes one boob, his dad the other.”

“What the… No way, that is, well I want to say perverted, but I don’t think even that covers it.”

“It gets better mum. Who ever empties the boob first gets to choose front or back.”

“What do you mean front or back?”

Whether they shag her fanny or her bum. She double teams them.”

“No way, I don’t have a word that covers that, I really don’t. How does Steve know?”

“Steve said that Tony showed him a video. They have CCTV in their house, and Tony downloaded it and showed Steve on his phone.”

“Why would he do that?”

“One upmanship I guess.”

“Have you seen it?”

“No, I guess Tony and I are not that close, so he wouldn’t know if he could trust me or not.”

“But he trusted Steve, who told you.”

“Yeah, but Steve knows I wouldn’t tell anyone, and I wouldn’t.”

“But you told me.”

“Yeah, but you won’t tell anyone. I think it just shows that there is a lot more going on that meets the eye, and more than we ever know.”

“Well, we will see. Top up my glass will you, from the jug behind me.”

Jack reached and took the pitcher, filled my glass and then replaced it in the shade.

“Think I will join you of that is okay?”

“Of course it is, it’s your garden too.”

Jack went off into the house and I took a drink from my glass and lay back. What was Tony’s mum thinking? That was so weird, and what on earth was his dad thinking, allowing his son to have sex with his wife, the son’s mother. It just seemed wrong to me but I couldn’t help but try to image the logistics of having sex with one dick in your bum, the other your fanny. Wouldn’t they get in each other’s way? I couldn’t work it out.

Jack returned, now sporting his somewhat brief briefs, and lay his sun lounger facing me. I could see why, he was hoping for a clothing malfunction. And then I remembered he didn’t really need a malfunction, I was pretty much already displaying everything I had.

The thought of that made me feel a bit aroused, I guessed I was probably a bit wet down there, and if I wiggled too much then the lubrication would help move my clothing into positions that I probably wouldn’t want. Nothing I could do about it; I was expecting to be alone today and had acted accordingly.

“What did you think of Tony?”

“I think that is wrong on so many levels.”

“How does it compare to you and me?”

“Me and you what?” I already knew the answer.

“Shagging.”

“That was a one off fuelled by too much gin and too much imagination. We are not doing it regularly you are not moving into my bed. What Tony’s parents are allowing, and doing, is far beyond anything I could countenance.”

“So, not happening again then, you and me?”

“I am not expecting it to.”

“Shame. Am I that bad?”

“You know that you are not, but that is besides the point.”

“Okay. I need the loo, back in a bit,” he wandered off and I lay back.

“Hi Mrs M,” Steve’s voice just at my side.

“Oh Hi Steve, Jack is inside if you want to see him.”

“Oh I would much rather look at you Mrs M, you know you are so hot.”

“I don’t think you should be saying that to me, you need a girlfriend.”

“There are none that hold a candle to you Mrs M, and I can just toroslar escort imagine what you could do with a candle.”

“What?”

“Although, thinking about it, you are so hot the candle would melt.”

“I think you are being a little forward.”

“I would want to be a lot more forward. You know what Jack did yesterday?”

“No, what?”

“He shagged my mum. Yup. On her bed, shagged her and filled her.”

“How does this affect me, and how do you know?”

“She told me. She described him in great detail. It kind of made me jealous.”

“What, of your mum?”

“No. That I hadn’t had the opportunity to do the same with you. You know you stop people breathing with your body, you are beyond hot. All I can think of is peeling your bikini off and running my tongue along your slit, tasting you and then..”

“That is enough young man, you are being inappropriate.”

“Am I? I am nineteen, you are not related to me, why shouldn’t we shag?”

“I don’t have sex with someone just because they want me.”

“Why not?”

“And with that question comes the answer. I am not a teenage boy, some things mean more than a quick roll. There is more to life and that is something that you have yet to learn.”

Jack came out, “Oh hi Steve,” he said.

“Hi, I was just saying to your mum she should have sex with me as my mum had sex with you.”

“Oh? Good luck with that. Shall we go in, or what”

“I’m quite happy staying out here where your mum is.”

“Fair enough, there are chairs in the beige store over by the shed. Grab yourself one.”

“He is a bit forward,” I said to Jack whilst Steve was busy finding himself a chair.”

“Maybe, but better than being deceitful.”

He had a point. I closed my eyes and let the sun’s rays bake my body.

After a few hours I was feeling dry and my Gin and Tonic had run dry. “I’m going in for a bit,” I said and got up and went into the kitchen. I adjusted my bikini to its more normal, covering state.

I had just poured another Gin and Tonic, I turned and walked straight into Steve. He took my drink from and placed it on the work surface as he gathered me in his arms and kissed me, mouth open, full tongue. I stood there stunned and then I felt his hands inside my bikini bottom, and then fingers in my crease.

“God Mrs M you are so wet.” And with that he had a finger inside me, wiggling, touching my G spot, a thumb on my clitoris. I was stunned and didn’t react, and Steve took that as approval, pulled my bikini bottoms off and lifted me onto the work surface and dived between my legs, his tongue now working my lips in my sex, not my lips on my face, with two fingers inside me.

He was right about one thing, I was very wet, but that was besides the point. I grabbed his head and pushed him away.

“Steve, stop it.” I got down off the work surface, grabbed my bikini bottoms and went upstairs to get dressed. I didn’t realise that Steve had followed me. As I was by my bed, he pushed me and I fell back onto the bed as he was pulling his shorts down. As I was trying to recover my composure and get up, he was above me, his dick pressing at my opening, and then he was inside me.

“Fucking stop it Steve,” I was shouting, trying to push him away.

Jack came in and grabbed Steve and pulled him back.

“Fucks sake man, that’s my mum. I think you better leave.”

“You could fuck her arse while I fuck her fanny,” Steve shouted, “she wants it, look at her.”

“Steve, fuck off home, now. I will maybe see you tomorrow.”

Jack pushed Steve out of the bedroom and followed him downstairs. I heard the front door shut and be locked. Jack didn’t come straight back, and that gave me time to cover myself with a robe.

“He’s gone mum. I went and locked the gate and the back door. I’m sorry, I don’t know what has come over him.”

“Thank you. He is lucky I am not going to call the police and say he attacked me. That is serious. That would ruin his life for ever.”

“I know. I am sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, it is not your fault. He was just being a dick. But he better keep out of my way for a while.”

“And mine. He doesn’t know that I know he is shagging his mum. If he starts being funny again, I shall tell him I shall spread that around all our friends and I shall inform the police. It is illegal after all.”

“Be careful Jack, you don’t want that accusation levelled against you, it is just as illegal for us.”

“I know mum, but no one knows about us, and no one ever will. Steve said earlier that just because I didn’t want to shag you, no reason why everyone one else shouldn’t.”

“I thought that you did want to, in fact, we did.”

“I know mum, and yes, I do want to, you know that, but Steve and the guys don’t need to know that. I just said,’fucks sakes lad, she is my mum, leave it.’ And make sort of retching noises. What we do is secret to us. Did he hurt you mum?”

“No Jack, he didn’t. He did shove his dick inside me, but that didn’t hurt, it was just tosya escort uninvited.”

“I thought that it must hurt a woman, there is so much fuss made of it.”

“No Jack, it is the act, the physical act of the attacker inserting part of himself inside the woman uninvited, that is an invasion of her body. It can be psychologically overwhelming for some women.”

“Oh. Okay. Are you traumatised?”

“Me, no, he was just being a prat, and you came and rescued me before any damage was done.”

“Do you want a hug?”

“No baby. I just want to be left alone if you don’t mind, and no I am not upset with you, I just want to be alone for now.”

In the morning I got up, showered, my hair in a cap so it didn’t get wet, put my robe on and went downstairs. I made some toast and sat with a coffee in the conservatory.

“You alright mum?” Jack said as he walked in.

“Me? I am fine love.”

“I meant yesterday, Steve and all that.” He bent and kissed my forehead.

“Oh Lord, yes, your friend was being a prat. It could have been worse than it was, but it is fine.”

“Good. I am going out today, over to Greg’s. He has a new game from America for his PlayStation that I want to try. His mum is out all morning so we can be loud as we like.”

“Ah. Okay. You know I will never understand this obsession with games.”

“No. Did you know that part of the acceptance trials for the RAF are the ability to use games controllers, that is basically how they fly the drones.”

“No. I didn’t know that. Are you thinking of applying to the RAF?”

“Maybe. Undecided. I don’t want to fly planes, but a drone pilot sounds cool.”

“Oh, okay.”

Jack wandered off and I heard him washing and doing his teeth, he is not really quiet at anything. I had finished my coffee and was just listening to the birds in the garden when Jack called goodbye and I was on my own.

I must have dozed off again when I heard the doorbell. Ensuring my robe was properly tightened I opened the door and was confronted by a huge bunch of flowers. Behind them was a sorry looking Steve.

“I am sorry Mrs M. I came around to apologise.”

I stood there a little unsure what to do.

“I was out of order and I was being stupid.”

“Yes you were.”

“So I am really, really sorry Mrs M.”

“If I let you in can I trust you or are you going to attack me again?” I knew my words were harsh, but he had to understand.

“Oh God, no, I won’t, I am sorry, really.”

I opened the door and stood back to let him in.

Steve walked past me, it really was a very large bunch of flowers, I guessed from the florist in the parade in the next road over. They wouldn’t have been cheap. He headed to the kitchen and put the flowers in the sink, put the plug in and ran the tap.

“They probably will be best in water,” he said, looking very sheepish.

“Yes, I will find a vase later and arrange them. Thank you.”

“I don’t know how to say sorry. I don’t. I don’t ever do things that I have to apologise for.

“Except for yesterday.”

“I know. I really do not know what happened, it was as if my brain flipped. I saw you in your bikini, and.” I interrupted him.

“And nothing. You should be better than to act like that because of what a woman wears. My God, would you attack your mother at home if she wore a bikini? Well, would you. No, of course you wouldn’t.”

“No. But, I am sorry Mrs M, but she is not as hot as you, I mean, seriously, she isn’t.”

“Would you stop with the hot business, I am just a woman, a mum, that has kept herself in trim.”

“Oh Mrs M you are much more than that. You are just so perfect in every way. The way your boobs sit on your chest, your nipples just the right size.”

“Stop it, you are in danger of getting carried away.” I said.

“No. No I won’t I am just explaining, and below your boobs, your tummy with its cute belly button, so inviting, and then your mound Mrs M, your mound that is shaped so wonderfully, your..”

“Stop there.” Lord he was making me feel hot, “I think that is enough Steve.”

“But I can’t Mrs M. When I saw you with your bikini pushed into your slit, your fanny flaps shining and welcoming, such a perfect roundness, so inviting. Only your hole hidden.”

I knew I was squirming. I knew that I had gotten wet and I bet my flaps as he called them, were more than glistening.

“You need to calm down Steve. You need to seduce a woman, to touch her softly, kiss her gently, hold her, caress her, that is the way to a woman, not to force yourself on her, you are not one of the Mongol hoards, don’t behave like one.”

Steve stood in front of me and ran the back of his hand across my cheek, a finger running across my lips.

“Like this Mrs M?”

“More like that, yes.”

He closed the gap and his lips brushed mine, his hand on my lower back, gently running into the crease of my bottom.

His tongue ran along the purse of my lips, parting them, me gasping.

His hand rose from trabzon escort my back and moved to the front and cupped my breast through my robe.

“Like this Mrs M?” He whispered into my lips.

I found myself pressed against the work surface, his hand at my robe, parting it, delving inside, touching my thigh and then moving higher, so close. His tongue pushed deep into my mouth and I found myself kissing him back, my tongue wrestling with his as his hand found my sex.

I gasped at the touch and my knees almost sagged, I widened my legs and his finger slipped into my valley, my very wet valley and he found my opening. Gently he slipped inside me, softly rocking his finger back and forth inside me.

“Oh shit, why couldn’t you be like this yesterday?” I asked quietly, my arousal levels at ten, my body shivering with anticipation. “Let’s go upstairs.”

I pulled away, almost grimacing as his finger left me, and headed out of the kitchen and went upstairs. I slipped my robe off and sat on the edge of the bed, Steve was right behind me. He pulled his T Shirt off and then slid down his shorts. His dick was hard and aiming upwards, he had a good set of balls beneath and a good chest. He sat next to me, turned and cupped my face in his hands and kissed me.

I turned slightly and kissed him back and reached down and held his dick. I pulled his foreskin down a little and then ran my thumb around his exposed end. I pulled away and knelt on the floor and took his dick in my mouth, my hand holding his balls, rolling his testes inside his sac.

“Oh fuck, Mrs M,” he gasped as he lay back and widened his legs. I ran a finger from my other hand beneath him, behind his balls and pressed at his sphincter, pushing until it gave way and I was inside him.

I let go of his balls and pulled his foreskin back, exposing his rim in my mouth. I licked his head and then sucked, shagging him with my mouth and fingering him at the same time. He was gasping and uttering ‘shit’ as I took him. I moved further and further down his shaft, past my tonsils and into my throat, blocking my air, he was bucking, and making gibbering noises. I pushed my finger inside as far as it would go and waggled it around inside him, pulling my mouth back to gasp for some air.

His bucking got stronger, him shagging my mouth, me sucking and holding position as best as I could. I slipped my finger from inside, pulled my mouth away and using my hand I masturbated him hard, pushing his skin as far down as I could, his dick head straining as the skin tightened. He started to jerk, his body moving up off the bed, I slowed, I released him and I leant up and kissed him.

“There is more to it than just shoving your dick in a fanny,” I said, “see if you can persuade your mum to give you lessons. For me this is a one off, a thank you for the thank you.”

He was gasping, taking in breaths, not exhaling, just gulping. He seemed to gather himself together and he moved down, his head at my crotch. His tongue dipped between my lips, its roughness almost a scratch on the velvet of my lips. He stroked my valley with his tongue, a finger circling my entrance as his nose dabbed at my clitoris. Already aroused, my levels increased, I could feel my pressures growing, a pulse that wanted to spread.

I was clutching the sheet, my fingers curled, knuckles white, my toes were straight, pointing at the ceiling and my buttocks clenched, his touch was perfect. I could feel my orgasm building, I tried to hold off, but my body denied me and my back spasmed as my body erupted, the sharp pangs of pleasure and pain shooting from my crotch, caressing my nipples, my ears and my toes, I screamed, long, loud, high pitched and I lay rigid for a moment and then I collapsed onto the bed.

Steve looked up and then moved to lay over me, holding his dick, he guided it to my opening, pressed and entered me, his girth stretching me more than his fingers, forcing my fanny to open and allow him access. I felt his foreskin roll back, and then his balls nestled at my thighs and he was at my depth. I could take no more, I took all he could give and I was full.

He started to move, his dick sliding in and out, filling and emptying, shagging me as if I were the last fanny on Earth. I looked past him and saw Jack standing in the doorway. I beckoned him over with my fingers.

“Steve, roll over I want to go on top, then Jack can shag my arse.”

I had never really taken to anal, but what Jack had said about Tony’s mum and taking her son and husband had stayed on my mind. We rolled and Steve’s dick stayed in place. I felt Jack on the bed and he moved my legs apart, his finger pressing at my crinkle. He moved and something bigger replaced his finger and pressed, insistent, my sphincter resistant, but then the inevitable and with a sharp pain, I felt Jack’s dick inside me.

“Oh, fuck mum,” He said and started to press until he was all the way inside. My pains had gone and now I had a strange sensation, a dick in my fanny, which I could feel, and another in my arse which I could barely feel, just the stretch at my opening. Jack started to move, I could feel the movement as he slipped in and out, but little inside. Oddly I could feel it more as movement on Steven’s dick.

“Oh God yes,” Steve gasped, “that is so wild, that is like being wanked from inside.”

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