1 A Romance Begins — The first steps on David and Helen's journey as true lovers

It has been many years since the events I am about to recount to you and now as I look back at them in the twilight of my life I can honestly say je ne regrette rien (I regret nothing) and that I have been blessed with the love of several extraordinary people. My story begins in my youth, when I was eighteen and had dark brown hair (now snow white), grey eyes with no lines around them, a somewhat Roman nose and strong (according to those who love me) jawline. I stood six feet two in my socks and I had the figure of an athlete which was not surprising because I was a middle distance runner and if I may say so a pretty good one, especially at the ten thousand metres which I truly loved. My name is David Wilson, the events I recall here took place almost sixty years ago and this is the first time they have ever been shared with anyone outside those with whom I experienced them. I hope you will read them, understand what and why they happened and even perhaps agree with our motives. If you do not I understand because of course we all strayed far from conventional society's definition of 'normal' but in truth we believe we were right. Arrogant perhaps but also true and while we fully understand your right to disagree with us we simply say we acted out of love, that these events were nothing more or less than a method of expressing that love and that they were never an end in themselves, merely an addition to a deep and lasting bond of love that has lasted and deepened over the years. So, read on and all I ask is that you do so with an open mind and that you judge for yourselves if we were right or wrong from inside your own heart not from what others tell you to feel or think.

Anyway, to business then; I was eighteen, had just got home from a long day at college where I was soon to take my A-Level Final Exams and I had just reached the top of our stairs when I realised that Helen's door was open and that she was clearly in there because her mobile phone was ringing stridently. I walked to the door, leaned my shoulder against the frame and immediately felt my heart begin to race as a stirring began to make itself known in my pants.

"Hi Charlie," Helen breathed softly into her phone. My eighteen year old sister was lying on her bed and her green eyes were already smouldering as she caught sight of herself in her wardrobe mirror. Her long red hair was loose around her face and shoulders and her plush rose red lips were curved in a knowing little smile. "What's up baby?" She asked and I didn't need to be any kind of psychic to know the answer because I was thinking exactly the same thing her boyfriend was. "Oh you're so bad you naughty man." Helen giggled softly and I could hear the slight thickening in her voice that went nicely with the rapid rise and fall of her pert thirty two B tits and the rosy pink blush that began to form at the base of her throat. "A-ha, I just bet you do." I grinned when Helen caught my eye but then my grin faded because she beckoned me in and silently mouthed, "Is it hard? Good, show it to me you naughty boy. Come on, get that big hard dick out for me." I nodded while my sexy sister smiled, lay back and began to speak in a girlish but incredibly sexy half breathless tone.

"I'm lying on my bed with nothing on but my thin, lacy black bra and panties set. My firm, round breasts and cherry red nipples show right through the cups and I'm running my fingers along the edges and into the valley between my silken skinned globes because hearing your sexy voice makes my heart beat faster and my skin is tingling at the thought of your sexy blue eyes widening with excitement for me. My soft, red, curly hair and plump, tender, creamy pussy lips look sooo pretty through the little triangle of black see through lace that I just know you'd be very excited if you saw me like this." Helen looked down and matched her actions to her words as I slowly unzipped my pants and undid the button on my dark grey jeans. "I'm stroking my tummy, running my fingers up and down from the little black bow on the waist of my panties to the one that sits on the bottom of my pretty little bra and my tummy is fluttering because I'm imagining your eyes raking my lithe slender body from my head to my toes while your hand runs over the front of your tight white briefs. Uh-huh, yeah, I want you to do that now Charlie and tell me what it does to you." Helen ran her right hand along the inner curve of her right breast where the bra cup met her skin and watched me rub my thickening shaft through my briefs which were white cotton and already stretching taut over my rapidly stiffening prick.

"Mmm, yeah, my nipples are getting very stiff baby, in fact they're poking really hard into the flowery lace because hearing you groan like that really thrills me." Helen teased her nipples with a fingertip as her bra stretched over them and the blush on her neck began to spread across her collar bones. "A-ha, I'll pull the cups down now and bare my wide, swollen, cherry nipples just for you honey. Ohhh, I've been thinking about you all day and I love touching myself for you so much. Mm-hmm, take it out now baby, take your big, hard, sexy dick out and rub it for me." Helen bit her lip as she watched me release my cock from its confinement and then she stunned me. In the past she'd always watched me wank slowly when she lay there rubbing herself and talking dirty to Charlie and I expected this to be the same but today my sister took my hand before I got it to my shaft and she shook her head. "Mm! Yeah Charlie, I'm playing with my nipples, rubbing them and pinching them and thinking of you, thinking of your hot horny eyes feasting on me while you pump yourself slowly." Helen pulled my hand down onto her left breast and flared her nostrils as my fingers bumped against her nipple. I was still in shock so that first touch was clumsy but as the reality sank I cupped her breast, curling my fingers onto the upper swell as my palm covered her nipple and I felt like I had a pebble digging into me because the swollen cherry red nub was so stiff.

"Ohhh yes," Helen sighed and her hand slid up my inner thigh to cup my balls. "It feels so good; oh it's making me sooo hot. A-ha, they're rock hard Charlie, absolutely bullet stiff. Are you baby? Is your cock iron hard and standing right up for me? Don't come yet, Charlie do it slowly, I want us to come together, uh-huh, stroke it up, and down, up, and down. That's how I'd do it for you, slow, gentle, horny strokes so I could feel your hot hard shaft pulse in my hand while you made, made me wet." I ran my hand across both of Helen's tits and she arched her back while her hand held me in a loose but sexy grip that made my dick throb but didn't make me want to shoot my load instantly despite this being the fulfilment of a fantasy I'd had for three or four years.

"Mmm, I'm lifting my knees, sliding my feet up the bed." Helen whispered throatily. "My hand is sliding slowly down my tummy with my fingers pointed down. "I'm imagining you kissing me, using your mouth to muffle my sigh of hot lust as your hand moves lower. A-ha, my knees are parting now, spreading my long, slim, quivering thighs as my fingers run over the front of my panties and caress my plump, warm, juicy lips through the lace. Ohhh, oh Charlie, I can feel so much heat radiating from my pussy through these pretty panties that it's almost burning my fingers. Mm! Oh! Are you throbbing? Is your big fat mushroom gleaming for me? Is pre-come making that sexy helmet shine and feel sticky? Yeah, my petals are flowering, uh-huh, they're parting like my thighs and my panties, oh my panties are slipping into my moist, pink, velvet soft crease." Helen cupped her hand over the tip of my cock and I felt her soft palm touch the pearl of pre-come that was already forming while I rubbed a camel toe into her knickers with my middle finger.

"Yes," Helen hissed as her eyes began to flutter and her breathing became ragged. "I'm sliding my panties to one side, baring my soft shaven lips and hot wet slit, oh yes touch it, my clit, touch my stiff, pink, clit mm!" Her hips jerked a little and her hand clutched the top of my shaft in a reflex as I caressed the pebble stiff nub with the lightest of touches. "Yes, I'm wet. So, so wet. A-ha, yeah, I'm pumping it for you, wanking your hot, hard, sticky shaft. Ohhh!" Helen's eyes flew wide when I slid my finger down the hot slippery crease between her swollen cunt lips and they pleaded with me as she gurgled in a low liquid moan, "Charlie, I can feel your finger inside me, pushing through my juices into my pussy. Ohhh, oh it feels sooo good, please, don't stop. Yes, I can almost see it baby," Helen panted as her inner walls squeezed my fingertip. I'd only inserted one and only as far as the first knuckle because she was a virgin and I didn't want to hurt my beautiful sister.

"Oh baby are you close?" Helen asked and smiled when I nodded. I could hear a deep groan come faintly out of her phone and Helen clamped her thighs around my hand as I felt a deep spasm in her tunnel. "Charlie, I'm imagining that I'm sat on your lap, that your luscious mouth is on my heaving tits and your fingers, ohhh they're up my skirt and, mm! Inside me, making, making me wet, oh God, Charlie, I'm clutching you, my mouth buried in your hair to muffle my moans because, oh, baby, I'm, coming!" I dropped my head and clamped my lips to Helen's left nipple as she arched and writhed on the bed. "Charlie I'm coming, come with me, please, come with me. Uuurgh, ohhh it's so good, Charlie come, come for me honey." Helen sobbed through a climax that caused her whole body to tremble and thrash so much that I struggled to keep my lips on her tits at all much less in silence while her pussy seemed to want to suck my finger all the way into it as her juices literally spurted down her red hot velvet soft tunnel. "Oh baby, oh that was amazing." Helen relaxed into her duvet cover and her thighs slowly parted as she recovered from her orgasm. "No, my pesky little brother isn't home yet but he will be soon and you know we'd never get any peace with him around. I'll see you on Friday baby and if you're a good boy, well, maybe we can do more than just talk about having a bad boy's hand up my skirt while he throbs in my fist. A-ha, yeah, me too, I'd better go and get dressed because my annoying little brother will be home soon and he'll probably have one of his idiot friends with him. Mm-hmm, me too honey, 'bye." Helen killed the call then turned her phone off completely.

"Why didn't you come?" Helen said with an irritated edge to her voice. "Wasn't my technique good enough or am I just not worth coming for?" Her irritation only increased when I laughed in disbelief and she got a mulish look on her face that reminded me of us as children arguing about what programme we were going to watch on television.

"No, you were awesome, fantastic." I said sincerely and it was Helen's turn to look stunned when I sat down on the bed beside her and said, "I held back on purpose but I barely managed it. I did it because I thought that if I came it would hit you and put you off because I don't want my lovely sister to think I'd treat her like a porn star. I didn't think you'd want my spunk on your face or your luscious tits like they do it in the films because you're not some cheap little tart. You're just too special and too beautiful to be treated like that and besides, just touching you and feeling you come was more than I ever dreamed could really happen and I didn't want anything to distract you from that or make you feel dirty when I was trying to make you feel as special as you are."

"Oh that's so sweet." Helen said and then she sat up to wrap her arms around my neck then to my surprise she kissed me on the lips. I assumed that was an impulsive gesture but when it broke her eyes were just as bold as they had been when she guided my hand to her breast and I became very aware of the fact they were still bare as I felt them pressing into my chest. "David, when you were sucking my tits and fingering me I almost cried out your name because it felt so good to have my sexy brother's lips and fingers on me. I'm glad Charlie's gone because now I don't have to pretend about who's really making me hot, horny and wet." Helen then kissed me again and this time her lips opened against my mouth and her tongue slid out to explore mine while she lay back and dragged me with her.

When the kiss broke she stroked my face and whispered, "When we were still at school I used to love what seeing me in my little white blouse and sexy grey school skirt did to my naughty little brother. When I walked up the stairs in front of you I'd know you were watching my ripe little peaches sway and it thrilled me so much I'd tingle inside. I'd feel your eyes climb up my legs, raking my long slim thighs all the way up under the pleats and my tummy would flutter because it made me feel so sexy to be lusted after by my own brother. I'd bend over a table or my bed sometimes and feel your sexy brown eyes on me. Knowing my own brother's cock was tenting his pants at the sight my white cotton school knickers where they moulded themselves to my ripe little bum and plump, tender, virgin pussy excited me so much that I'd feel my juices start to gather at my tunnel. I'd imagine your cock throbbing in your fist while you tried not to imagine peeling your own sister's panties down and my pussy would become hot and damp under my tight, white knickers. I'd lie on my bed and slip my hand down between my legs to rub the cotton into my slit while I pictured you wanking to a fantasy of your sexy sister lying under you, moaning softly as your big hard dick filled her pussy to the hilt. I could sometimes hear you stroking yourself through the wall and every time I did I'd rub my tits and stroke myself because I knew you were thinking of me and it turned me on to know my brother was dreaming of having my legs wrapped around him while he took me mercilessly, pounded his hot throbbing cock in and out of my juicy cunt while he muffled my screams of ecstasy by kissing me and slipping his tongue into my mouth. David. I've come hundreds of times to mental pictures of you losing patience with your cock teasing sister and ravishing my helpless body, ignoring my desperate pleas for mercy and running your hands, lips and cock all over me until I finally surrender and beg my brother to screw me senseless, to make his sweet innocent sister take his iron hard cock into her soaking snatch like the dirty little slut she is." Helen then nuzzled my neck and in a hoarse voice she asked. "Are you gonna do it David? Are you gonna get between my legs and fuck your slutty sister senseless? Come on, I won't stop you, give it to me you gorgeous sod, slip me your pole and do me."

"God, I want it but we can't," I whispered as we kissed passionately and Helen wrapped her left leg around the back of my right thigh. My cock pulsed against her hip while I lay with my legs either side of her silken skinned right thigh and her soft mound pressed against my own.

"You're my sister and a virgin, you deserve a first time that's as special as you are with a man who loves you the way you deserve to be loved." Helen cocked her head curiously and smiled teasingly as she rocked her hips gently and stroked my spine. "Helen, I don't want you to look back one day and regret your first time with a man, to think it's some sordid little secret that you have to hide from everyone. You always said your first time is going to be on your wedding night with your husband and that can't be me, not ever so we can't do what I want. It wouldn't be right, or even fair." Then I kissed Helen's throat and ran my hand up the back of the leg she'd wrapped around me to cup her gorgeous arse before I looked her in the eye and said, "One of my favourite fantasies about that uniform might be something you'd like though."

"Oh?" Helen asked softly and I saw the excitement in her eyes grow while under my chest her heart beat faster and her breathing began to quicken once more.

"I've pushed you against the wall and yanked your blouse open so your luscious tits are bare and your nipples are shining 'cos I've been sucking them." I began quietly, interspersing my sentences with kisses to her lips and throat before placing my lips back at her ear. "You're whimpering that it's dirty but I've made you hold your skirt up and your knickers are stretched between your knees. You're looking down, saying it's perverted to force your own sister to open her legs at all much less grope her poor helpless bottom while I kneel down and lick her defenceless muffin. You moan that it's wrong to make my sister wet, to suck her clit and flick it with my tongue. You tell me that I mustn't run my tongue down your slit like this but you start thrusting your pussy at me and when my tongue slides into your tight virgin tunnel you start to pant and babble that it can't be happening, you can't be coming on my face. You look down and say it's unfair that your brother's eyes are so cute when he's so dirty but I grin and then slowly lick the whole length of your pussy."

"Stop talking and do it!" Helen snarled into my mouth as she unwrapped her leg off me and I smiled as I kissed her throat and levered myself into the space between her thighs. "Oh God," Helen panted and clutched my head as I kissed the blushing skin on her upper torso. "David you could have done it. I wouldn't have stopped you, oh God, I wanted it too." I reached the upper swell of her pert tits and then ran my tongue in a decreasing spiral all the way around her left breast as my sister whispered, "Do you remember the blue swimsuit I bought for Spain? It was backless with a halter neck and dad hated it because it showed so much of my cleavage and left the outside of my tits almost completely bare? I wore it for you because I had this fantasy where my brother was putting cream on my back. I imagined you rubbing it into my sides and then you'd feel the sides of my firm little tits and get a hard on while I lay face down and pretended nothing was wrong. My brother would hope that I didn't notice him stretch his fingers under the Lycra and sneak a feel of my ripe round tits and I'd lie there pretending he'd got away with it for a little while. I'd wait with my eyes closed until your fingertips brushed my nipples and then I'd 'catch' you and gasp in shock. I'd roll over onto my back and stare at your blushing face and pretend to be deeply upset by you fondling your own sister that way but you'd see my rock hard nipples poking right into the fabric and you'd grin as you put your hands on them and squeezed. I'd protest that you were being filthy but I wouldn't stop you and my back would arch under me as you called me a liar. You'd peel the thin blue strips to the side, tugging them off my nipples and then you'd lie on your tummy and start to suck one while you rubbed and pinched the other. Ohhh, yeah, like that David, just like that."

"God you're beautiful." I whispered reverently as I gently took my sister's left nipple between my lips and circled the swollen nub with my tongue. Helen stroked my hair and looked down at me as I caressed her right nipple with my fingertips and cupped the almost stone hard globe of silken skin that heaved under my hand. Her heart was racing and I kissed her breastbone while I looked up and watched her head recline in awe. Her soft mouth formed into a beautiful pout and a soft sigh of pleasure flowed from her as her eyes closed and her pleasure mounted. "You look perfect and taste even better than I dreamed you would. Everything about you is so beautiful." I kissed her right breast then spiralled it with my tongue just as I had the left while under my stomach her hips rocked, pressing her soft warm pussy up against my abdomen. As I gently clutched her nipple with my lips and tongued the wide puffy tip I felt her heart suddenly pound while underneath me there was a sudden increase in the heat radiating from her moist velvet soft sex.

"David!" Helen gasped and started to shake uncontrollably. "Ohmigod I'm! Coming! Uh! Oh! Day, David, I'm, I'm coming ohhh!" I was stunned but delighted as Helen moaned in a low drawn out contralto, "Ohhh don't stop please don't stop David please uuurgh." I'd never imagined I could make a girl climax by sucking her nipples or simply by having my stomach touch her pussy but there was no question at all in my mind. Helen, my beautiful sister was having an orgasm and her soft moans were accompanied by a deep pulsing in her belly that I could feel under my chest while I could also feel hot moisture smearing onto my abdomen while she writhed and clutched my head tightly. It didn't last long and it wasn't as powerful as some of her other orgasms would prove to be but the very fact it was happening at all made it feel extra special to both of us. "Ohhh. Oh wow, oh David that was, well, wow." Helen giggled when it was over and she stroked my hair tenderly as she said, "Thank you little brother. I love you too."

"Good," I whispered as I slid lower and kissed her diaphragm. "But that was just the starter and there's no way I'm going to miss the main course."

"I know," Helen breathed sensuously. I was kissing her tummy and it flinched under my tongue which made my already aching cock throb under me. I was pressing it firmly into the bed to trap it between the mattress and my belly to hold my own excitement at bay at least a little as my sister opened her legs wider and then put them over my shoulders. "I sat at my desk last night and opened my legs. I pretended you were there and I looked down to see my dirty little brother looking up my little white nightie at my pussy kissing panties with hot eyes and your hand wrapped around your rock hard cock. I pretended I was teasing you, rubbing the camel toe in my little lace thong while you begged me to let you see my pretty pink slit and tight little tunnel. I imagined you groaning with frustration then suddenly grabbing my knees and pushing my thighs wide open so you could see my quim. I pictured you yanking my panties aside and I felt my pussy sucking my finger while in my head my brother hooked my legs over his shoulders and rammed his tongue into me. I tried to escape but you grabbed my legs and easily held them in your big strong hands while I whimpered and begged for mercy because I'd been going to show it to you really I had. You looked up at me from between my forked thighs with smouldering eyes and your tongue lashed my clit while I tried to convince you that I didn't really want my own brother to put his mouth there. I wriggled and squirmed but all that did was make you lick me harder and it made my pussy grind forward into your mouth so much that I began to drench your face. I even imagined mum coming in to ask if I'd seen you and me lying, saying no when at that very moment you were flicking my defenceless clit with your tongue where mummy couldn't see."

"Ssshh," I whispered and kissed the slope leading from her tummy down to her quim. "Relax Helen, I want you to feel it and not worry about talking dirty. I'm not Charlie and you turn me on just as you are. Sis', you never needed to say a word to excite me, just the way you look does that all by itself." I kissed the soft thatch of short dark red hair that was trimmed in a triangle and looked like an arrow pointing down at her sex. Then I lifted my head and paused just to look at my beautiful sister's pussy, revelling in the sight of her plump creamy skinned lips, soft rose pink slit and quivering inner thighs while the scent of her arousal wafted headily into my nostrils. Her clit peeped out almost shyly from its hood and her juices gleamed like jewels on both her pussy and the narrow crease between her gorgeous bum cheeks. I turned my head and kissed the inside of her left thigh, relishing the taste of her silken skin and the slight twitching in her beautifully toned muscles before doing the same to her right leg. I licked the channel between her plump outer lip and thigh on each side as well; loving the soft moan that issued from Helen's throat as I saw her juices delicately flowing from the exquisitely pretty tunnel that I knew led to her womb. Then because I simply couldn't wait any longer and because I was desperate to please my beautiful and loving sister I dipped my head and kissed her soft warm pussy and looked up into her eyes.

"Oh God," Helen whispered, "Oh David, your tongue, please, use your tongue." I slid my hands up her flanks then cupped her tits as I sucked her clit then circled it with the tip of my tongue. "A-ha," Helen gasped as she arched her back and clutched my hair. "David that's so good. Oh God, oh baby brother you feel, feel so good." I'd never actually had my lips on a girl like this before but I licked Helen's slit up and down slowly, searching for the places that made her gasp and quiver the most while I opened my mouth wide and covered her lips with it. She definitely liked to have my tongue circle her clit but not directly on it because it seemed to be too sensitive for that and she gasped in pain when I flicked it. When I sucked the outside of that little button it was a different story, resulting in a soft thick moan of pleasure and a fresh stream of juices which I followed and caught with my tongue. Then after a few minutes I experimentally pushed my tongue just inside Helen's tunnel and the result was a sudden low groan of delight followed by a spasm in her sex. Helen's hips jerked hard and her hands clawed my scalp as she clutched me reflexively. "Oh. Oh god. David lick me, please," Helen panted then began to babble breathlessly. "Oh yes fuck me David your tongue fuck me with your tongue ohmigod don't stop! Taste me, come on taste me lick me David I want it put it inside taste me coming David I'm coming taste me lick me David taste it ohgodohgodohgod David don't stop coming I'm coming aaaargh! DAY! VID! OHHHH!" Helen's scream echoed around the room and she bounced under me as a climax smashed into her that neither of us had been prepared for. Her pussy grabbed my extended tongue and she mashed her mound up while pressing my head down and her whole body went into an extended spasm of absolute ecstasy.

"Helen?" I asked after the spasm faded and my sister collapsed back on the bed. I climbed out from my position between her legs and lay beside her, wrapping my arms around her quivering body while Helen's eyes flickered and she sobbed for breath. "Helen are you alright?" I was alarmed at how shaky my sister still was and how she seemed not to know where she was. "Have I hurt you?" I saw Helen shake her head and felt a sudden relief but she still wasn't speaking yet and I began to wonder if I'd done something wrong in another way. As it turned out Helen wasn't yet speaking because she hadn't yet got her breath back but when she did regain control of herself I was both surprised and delighted by what she said.

"Oh my God that was awesome! Better than awesome! Little brother your tongue is lethal! I mean it; I was coming so hard I thought I might actually die from it! A multiple, you gave me a multiple orgasm and it was, well, there isn't a word for what you just did to me." Helen was wide eyed and smiling delightedly as she hugged my chest so hard I nearly couldn't breathe. Then she kissed me firmly on the mouth and giggled, "Oh, I can taste myself! Bad boy, stop grinning like that when your poor sister just tasted her own pussy juices on your naughty tongue." Then she very firmly and deliberately kissed me and the little minx sucked my tongue while her pussy ground against my hip while her left hand started to trail down my chest.

"David," Helen said in a soft and totally sincere voice that put a lump in my throat when she put her hand on my heart. "I love you, I always have and I always will." Then she rolled and shifted until she was sat on her heels by my waist and she bit her bottom lip when she saw my cock was covered in pre-come while my balls appeared to almost be breathing as they visibly tightened and relaxed, tightened and relaxed in a slow almost measured rhythm. "I wanted to kiss you all over the way you did me but I don't think it's fair to make you wait any longer." Helen swept her hair back until all of it was over her left shoulder while she lowered her head and pointed my cock straight up at the ceiling. "I want you to watch, to see what I'm doing to you." Helen said and then pressed a soft kiss to the tip of my prick. "Mmm, you taste of salt. I like it; I love it because it's yours." Helen's lips pouted against my spongy helmet and then began to slide over it, allowing the purple mushroom shaped head into her mouth while she looked up at me with soft loving eyes. Then she pulled up and hissed "No! Dammit!"

I groaned softly but gave her a lop sided grin as Helen swore, "Fuck it, couldn't she have waited five more minutes? Shit, I'm sorry bro', I really am."

"HELEN! DAVID! I'm home!" Mum yelled from downstairs as if we hadn't heard the front door crash open. "David! Come and help me! I've got the shopping in the car and it needs bringing in!"

"Coming mum!" I called back while Helen scowled mutinously and watched me pull my pants on as I whispered, "Or I would be if it wasn't for your lousy timing." Then I bent forward and kissed my sister gently on the lips and added, "I know, it's alright sis' I promise. We can do this later if you want because they're out tonight." Helen still looked upset but I added softly, "I love you so I can live with waiting as long as I have to OK? I know it's gonna be perfect no matter what we do or when. Because it's you sweetheart."

"David! Will you get down here please?" Mum yelled and I hustled out of my sister's room to head off the possibility of mum heading upstairs to find us like this. "About time! What were you doing up there? Were you asleep?"

"No mum, sorry, I had my headphones in." I lied and then kissed mum's cheek and said, "Anyway I'm here now so the shopping will be in the kitchen in a jiffy." Mum smiled as I added, "You look nice; have you had your hair done? It looks different."

"Flatterer, you don't need to try and soft soap me because it won't work." Mum said but with a smile as I opened the boot of her car and grabbed several of the heavy bags. "But yes, I have had my hair done and it's nice of you to notice. Do you really like it?"

"Yeah, it suits you. It really frames your face nicely." I said and it was true; mum's ash blonde hair was artfully arranged in a soft feathered cut that emphasised the oval shape of her fair skinned face and drew attention to her large light blue eyes beautifully. Her high cheekbones and wide dusky pink lips simply added to the effect and as mum smiled her nose which was slim and had a slightly upturned pointy tip wrinkled in a way that I knew turned a lot of men's knees to jelly just like my sister's did. Their colouring was different but in all truth mum and Helen's features were very much alike and as I dragged the bags over the boot sill I couldn't help noticing other things they had in common too. "Wow, mum's got an arse just as hot as Helen's and her legs are even longer. God they're absolutely smoking hot. In fact everything about her is drop dead, smoking hot, gorgeous and so horny the Pope would drool."

"Well come on, let's get those inside before they defrost." Mum said and turned to walk ahead of me while I found myself admiring her in a way a good son shouldn't.

Mum had the whole 'soccer mom' look going, wearing a red checked shirt that she'd knotted under her breasts which left her midriff bare and gave me a flash of the inner curves of her rounded breasts and I also caught a glimpse of a very pretty white lace bra cup because she hadn't fastened any of the buttons above the firm knot that sat in the middle of her chest almost directly against the base of her cleavage.

Her snug fitting dark blue jeans were moulded over her apple shaped cheeks and dipped into the valley between them while the rest of the denim emphasised the length and shape of her long slim legs. Her small feet were adorned with a pair of white trainers and by the time I realised I'd just scoped my own mother from head to toe and back again my cock was fully stiff and straining against my underpants almost as much as it had when Helen had touched it.

I mentally chided myself and thanked God for baggy tracksuits that hid teenage boners and thought, "For Christ's sake, you're already doing stuff you shouldn't with your sister and that's bad enough so stop fucking perving over your mum as well or are you totally sick? Jesus, isn't molesting one member of your own family and getting away with it enough luck for one lifetime?"

"Hi mum." Helen said as I packed the frozen food into the chest freezer that sat in the garage next to our large country style kitchen and mum put the kettle on. "Hey, great haircut mum? Where did you get that done? It'll knock dad's socks off when he sees it." I walked back into the kitchen while being silently thankful for the fact my hormones had subsided and my erection was gone but the moment I saw Helen I thought, "Ohhh shit."

My sister was wearing a dark blue belly top that was sleeveless and V-necked so her gorgeous tits were moulded by the loose fabric and if that hadn't been bad enough she'd put on a pair of denim cut off shorts that were so short I could see the base of her bum cheeks hanging out of the back while the frayed hems caressed her thighs and the tight zip dug a pronounced camel toe into her pussy. She was hugging mum as I entered the kitchen and the sight of her in profile standing on tip toe sent my cock screaming up so fast I was surprised no one heard a 'boing' as it bounced like Zebedee's spring from the magic roundabout.

"I got it done at Simone's, the new place on Market Street." Mum said and then I detected a slight sadness in her tone as she added, "I don't know if it was worth it though; your father can be a bit dense that way sometimes." I felt my heart ache a little for mum but I also knew that I could lift her spirits and defend dad at the same time.

"Mum, don't worry about it even if he doesn't. Dad worships you and he'd say you look gorgeous if you were dressed in a bin bag. He doesn't care about fancy clothes and posh hairdo's, he just thinks you're drop dead gorgeous no matter what. He always has and my mates think it's funny when they see him look at you because everyone can tell he's drooling like a teenager. Not only that but most of the teenagers I know drool over you for real; I don't know any of my friends who don't have a crush on you and so does dad, really, he's still got a crush on you and if he doesn't spot the little changes it's 'cos he still sees the girl he married and he always will." Mum looked at me with wide eyes and her lips actually trembled a little while I saw what seemed to be tears forming in the corners of her deep blue eyes. "You're gorgeous mum, that's an objective statement of fact not a subjective opinion and I know, not think, know dad feels the same now as he did back then."

"Oh, you think so?" Mum asked and hugged me fiercely as I nodded and put my arms around her waist. "Thank you dear; that's such a lovely thing for you to say." Mum then giggled after standing on tip toe to kiss my cheek and she said, "Gosh, it seems like only yesterday that you had to stand on a chair to give mummy a kiss and now look, I'm struggling to reach you at all." Mum laid her left cheek against my chest and smiled as I kissed her forehead and carefully avoided mussing her new haircut.

Helen stood behind her, smiling and giving me a thumbs up for making mum feel good about herself while I did my best to keep my thoughts on the track a son's should be and ignore the feel of her soft but shapely breasts against my chest with moderate success. I had my hands on her spine and it was bare, with warm silk smooth skin that I'd have liked to stroke but didn't because that's not what a son does when he's holding his mum and besides, I wanted mum to feel safe and happy not disgusted and afraid to be in her son's arms. Then mum looked up and giggled lightly as she said, "I used to have to stand you on the table for a cuddle and a goodnight kiss. Now I need to be on tip toes to reach and if you get any taller I'll need a chair." My resolve to be a good son wavered quite a lot as mum got up on tip toes, dragging her tits up my shirtfront as she planted lips that were far too soft and alluring on my cheek tenderly but it held. "Oh stop that! You're not too old for a kiss from your mother at home so stop blushing as if I just ruffled your hair in front of all your friends or something."

Mum laughed while I mentally thanked whatever God was watching for not letting mum see the blush was caused by the raging boner in my pants and the fight I'd just had with myself to not turn my head and slip my own mother some tongue while groping those luscious globes in her shirt. My sister had a wicked little gleam in her eye as I looked over mum's shoulder and I knew Helen was reading my mind just as I could read hers. What she did to help relieve the stress I was feeling in the presence of my beautiful mother and sister is a story for another time.