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My Big Milking Tits Ch. 02

This story follows on from My Big Milking Tits, it contains descriptions of incest, lesbian, S&M, and heterosexual sex. Of course there are scenes including lactation. If any of this offends you please do not read. If you enjoy my story please leave me feedback and votes. Remember this story was created by me and even though it is free I still assert my rights as the author / creator.

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I soon learned why women of my age take a young man -- a toy boy -- for a lover. Wayne was insatiable, as insatiable as I was. Whenever my teenage grand-children Jules and Gussie were out of the house Wayne wanted my breasts and sex. I am talking about him fucking me six or eight times in a day. Between taking care of the baby and Wayne I was exhausted.

Whenever I finish feeding Johanna, Wayne would be there, ready and willing. He would suckle on my breasts until I was dry. This set up a supply and demand situation, whatever was demanded my body would respond and supply what was demanded and more. By the end of the week I was producing at least twenty ounces more each day, than I had been before Wayne. Despite the fatigue, despite my breasts feeling constantly heavy, I enjoyed every minute. I could even accept my leaking nipples, I was washing two bras a day. At night immediately Gussie was asleep Wayne would creep into my bed, not that we got a lot of sleep.

"Gran you're looking tired," Gussie remarked at breakfast looking up from his porridge. Breakfast, going on Brunch was an institution in my house. I believed eating at the start of the day ensured everyone ate healthily.

"Yes you do look worn out." Jules agreed, "what do you think Wayne?"

"Mmmm yes I suppose you do. Penny you ought to rest more."

Gussie picked up on Wayne's easy familiarity. "Penny! Wayne how long has Gran been Penny?"

"Since I got peed off with Wayne calling me, 'yer granny'. I told him to call me Penny." I interjected sharply hoping neither Gussie or Jules had noticed Wayne's neck flushing a deep red. "Now come on, hurry up I want breakfast in peace before Johanna awakens, if that happens I can assure you all, I will be really pissed off."

Julia looked over at me. "You know Gran you would not be so worn out if only you had used contraception."

Something snapped. The little minx was in my house speaking to me like this! I don't often loose my temper but a red-mist descended. "How dare you!!!" My hand stung. I realised I had slapped my grand-daughter. The anger was greater because she was echoing her mother Saffron's words, uttered over the phone when I had told her I was pregnant again.

Gussie and Wayne were sitting stock still. The blood drained from Jules leaving her face chalk white apart from the angry mark of my hand on her left cheek. I was shocked, "I'm sorry Jules, so very sorry."

Julia looked through me. "I'm out of here -- coming Gussie." She turned and walked out stiff backed, a slim figure dressed in her customary black jeans and black T-shirt.

Gussie pushed back his chair, "You shouldn't have done that Gran."

Only Wayne remained. My breakfast tasted sour. I felt desolate. Then Wayne did the unexpected, he put an arm around me. "Dinna worry Pen, she'll get over it. She kens she was out of order saying that to you."

I kissed him. Another moment and we would have been having a comfort fuck. Right on cue I heard Johanna's thin wail. I flicked from sex siren to my mummsy mode.

Wayne watched, gorging his eyes on my breasts, while I fed Joanna. Wayne made himself scarce while I changed the baby (what is it with men and nappies?).

No sooner had I put Johanna back in her cot, than Wayne was leading me back to bed. After a week some of the newness had gone, we were familiar with one another, no shyness we knew each others bodies and each others wants. Bed meant stripping, being naked, lying warm body to warm body.

Wayne wanted to suckle on my milky breasts, but first in case Johanna awoke early and I was drained I needed to express milk. We had discovered how to make this fun. Wayne got the glass jug and a clean sterilised bottle. I knelt on all fours, Wayne placed the jug below my breast, gently he squeezed and teased my breast -- then my nipple. The glass jar tinkled as the jet of milk hit the glass. "I love doing this to you," he purred, "Yer like me own wee coo."

"Moo - watch what you say lover boy -- I am no man's cow!"

"Sorry Penny but you ken what I mean."

"Yes what you mean is you are fixated on milky tits." As we talked Wayne did not stop, I could feel the milk flowing as my breast felt lighter. "Change tits hon or I'll be feeling lop-sided."

The milk flowed as rapidly from the left tit as it had from the right. In my groin I had a warm wet feeling. "Tell me truthfully Wayne if I wasn't lactating would you still fancy me."

"Aye of course I would -- its a no brainer."

"Tell me why you would you fancy a woman three times older than you?"

"Your body and you don't act like a woman three times older than me."

"Ah the Peter Pan thing -- I know that I am immature."

"I never said you was immature. Just you don't act old."

"No I wouldn't be having sex with you if I was acting my age. Now tell me what is it about my body?"

"Your attractive."

"What you mean is you are a breast man and I particularly am well endowed in that department."

"Busted - I always have been."

"Tell me why, I am intrigued." I had always wondered what it was about breasts that men found so attractive. Ask a man and no matter how articulate he is, answering this question he always appears to be struck dumb.

"I dunno its a sort of man thing."

"Wayne the jug is full enough." As always I felt a twinge of desolation when Wayne stopped pumping my breasts. It is that horrible responsible mumsie bit before we can resume sex. Wayne was helpful, more helpful than many men. He decanted my milk into a bottle and placed the bottle into the cooler -- he drank straight from the jug swallowing the mouthful of surplus. While he was bottling the milk I said. "Well when do you remember first becoming aware of breasts in a sexual sense."

"Ah now your talking -- I do remember that."

"Tell me."

"It's a wee bit weird you might think I'm a pervert."

"I should worry -- some people would say I'm perverted screwing my grand-children's friend, so no I won't, I don't do judgemental. Not unless it is mass murder or something, if no one was hurt. So tell me."

"I fancied my Mother I sort of became aware of her sexually when I watched her breastfeeding my little sister."

A late baby I recalled -- something else that I had in common with his mother.

Wayne's voice brought me from my thoughts. "I had never thought of my mum and sex until I saw her breasts. I mean I kenned she had been having sex to get pregnant, I'd seen her and my Granny with men, but I'd never thought of her sexually. It was like something got unlocked. Then I saw Granny was the really sexy one. Slim, nice tight rounded bum and her tits jutt-out like Madonna's do!"

I choked back the desire to tell him her jutting out breasts were a tribute to her brazierre makers skill. Or that to my mind her Granny looked half starved.

"So have you been back to your Grand-Mother?"

"No I've only thought about it. Mind you its difficult, both of them wear those really tight lycra leggings they show off every bit of them. See them both going out you can see everything and I mean everything."

"So that got you into older women?" I mused, "Do you think about fucking your mother or granny when you are screwing me?"

"No!" He replied sharply.

"Calm down Tiger I was only asking."

"You made me sound like a pervert."

"I wish you'd stop chucking that word around. If anyone round here would be called a pervert, it would be me. I am the older woman with a toy-boy who is a contemporary of her grand-children."

"Well no. When I am with you, I am with you. I have to admit yes I'd love to fuck my mam but that is never going to happen."

"What about your grandmother?"

"I'd fuck the ass off her, but ditto -- chance would be a fine thing. Would you screw Gussie?"

I was stunned by his question, it raised issues I had never confronted. I had been involved in academic and theoretical debates about sex. One of those debates had been on whether laws against incest between adults were justified, a couple, a brother and sister down south in England had been prosecuted. If I recall correctly the consensus opinion had been, if contraception was used there was no problem. "Wow that came out of the left field." I said, "Since when was Gussie being considered sexually."

"It is the same question as you asked me. I answered you."

"OK I'll answer you. I haven't given having sex with Gussie any thought. However three months ago I was part of a women's writers and artists symposium that considered the question. We thought it was OK between consenting adults provided they used efficient contraception."

Wayne returned to bed and lay on his back, as I said the first flush of sex being an adventurous journey into the unknown had passed, I knew what Wayne wanted. Following the routine we have developed during the past week, I straddled him, kneeling on all fours. One of my erect nipples brushing his lips.

Wayne latched onto my nipple. As the milk flowed from me, I felt an electric ripple of excitement flowing through my body, from breast to clitoris and all points between. The tension building, Wayne knew instinctively to reach down. I sighed a purring sigh of contentment as his hand began palming my pubic bone and the Mound of Venus.

I felt so good in this position, my breasts didn't succumb to gravity and sag or fall to one side, instead they appeared to jut from my body like the boobs of a perky teenager. Of course I still knew that in reality it was gravity pulling them into shape, but just for a short while I could pretend my body was perfect and firm. While Wayne busily slurped.

All the while as he suckled Wayne' massaged around my pubis. His other hand wandered exploring my body from belly-button to my vagina. Teasing my pussy lips. Darts of pain when he pinched and tugged. Wet waves of excitement when I thought he was about to finger fuck me. I shuffled slightly opening my legs in anticipation -- he left me hanging -- excitement building -- body open -- his hand moved away. Still he slurped until I was empty. My breasts were lighter.

Wayne slid down the bed his tongue tracing warm damp trails down my body. His tongue around my navel -- I squirmed as he tickled. He was still moving south across my rounded belly. Tracing a trail around my mound. Did he say "Kneel up", or did I just know what it was he wanted me to do without his prompting. Either way I knelt up, grasping the bed-head raising my body. Aware I was in a position of prayer.

Electric shocks shot through my body as Wayne's tongue gently toyed with my clitoris. Now Wayne was sucking my labia into his mouth, gently raking them with his teeth. Eventually Wayne did what I had been silently begging him to do. His mobile tongue thrust into my vagina. His hands slid up my body to toy with my empty breasts. I could feel the heat and wetness building in my belly almost somewhere within my womb. The build up was long. The build up was intense. Wayne withdrew his tongue.

I was empty. As if I was hanging between Heaven and Hell. "Please Wayne Please."

I could feel his breath warm and dry on my pussy. "Please Wayne", I whimpered like a beaten pussy -- was he playing with me or cruelly tormenting me?

His tongue thrust into my anus. It was many years, decades in fact, since anyone had penetrated my anus. The level of excitement was ratcheting up. I knew I was on the verge of coming. "YES DON'T STOP", I screamed.

I felt sick as his tongue withdrew from my anus. Then elation as he thrust deeply back into my vagina. I came. An eruption cum flowed from my vagina into his mouth. Wayne slurped up my juices.

Barely had I finished coming than Wayne grasped my hips, guided me backwards down along his body. I was so open, self-lubricated and relaxed that his cock simply slid into me. No drama and no desperate wriggling -- we simply fitted together.`

I am moving, beneath me Wayne bucks meeting my movement and thrusting into me. Really I prefer being under him. The sense of total domination by him over me, really turns me on -- being on top detracts -- I feel as though I am screwing him. In a minute I will get him to turn -- that is fun in itself, turning over without his cock falling out of me.

I was about to orgasm when everything changed. "Come on Wayne lover boy make me cum ... push into me ... pinch my nipples ... Oh god what...." Wayne shut off the flow of my protest, pulling my head close to him sealing our lips in a long kiss.

Suddenly hands were parting my buttocks. I felt a lubricant of some type -- cool -- sticky in the crack of my arse, my anus being massaged. It must be Gussie I thought, recalling the earlier conversation. I'll give both of them hell later, a surprise like this is not on.

Oh god he's in me. Pain a white flash like lightening in my head. One thrust and I am filled, my bowel stretched. He's going too fast. Wayne's kiss gagged me. Oh my god! How long is his cock it seems to have gone in miles -- well at least twelve inches. I can feel Gussie's warm body on my back.

No sooner have I grown accustomed to the veritable monster plugging my back-door than he begins to move long slow strokes. At the end of each stroke the complete shaft seems to come out leaving only his cock-head inside me. Suddenly the tempo changes I am getting fucked harder than I have ever been. Wayne does not let me go. Gussie is panting with exertion or ecstasy. He appears to cum with an indistinct exclamation.

Wayne breaks the kiss. A hand laced through my hair lifts my head. Wayne thrusts his cock toward my mouth. "No! Who ..."

"It's me Granny dear," I hear Jules say delight in her voice. "Riding you with my strap-on."

"Jules you!?" I know it is too late for any other conversation. "Jules please just be gentle -- it is nearly thirty years since anyone buggered me."

"A near virgin! How exciting. I love having virgins don't I Gussie?" Jules sounded delighted. To emphasise the point she pulled her strap-on almost out of my anus, then rammed it back into me. "Gussie will tell you Gran I look after my pet's arses. Now Gran relax and enjoy, we are going to have a threesome whether you like it or not. Wayne's at the front door, I'm in the back door and now Gussie is going to test you gag reflex."

True enough Gussie, stark naked was in front of me his erect cock nudging at my lips. What would happen if I did not open my mouth. I clenched my jaw.

"Gran please open wide," Gussie said.

"Granny dear do let Gussie have your mouth."

Still I kept my lips sealed and jaw clamped.

"Open her -- do what I showed you Gussie." Juliana said in an authoritarian voice. Gussie had hold of both sides of my face, his fingers pressed where the upper and lower jaw hinge. My mouth shot open Gussie's cock slid over my tongue.

"Now I'm in." Gussie announced.

"Good it always works now face fuck her." Juliana said yo Gussie.

I felt like a piece of meat, no more a human being than an inflatable sex doll. It must stimulate Jules, because once again the strap-on was hammering my bowels. Meanwhile Gussie was succeeding in his attempt to force his cock-head down my throat. I can only breath by timing my breaths in synchronisation with Gussies's movements. I should be objecting but my body treacherously responds to the pain and the pleasure as my anus was hammered by my diabolical grand-daughter. By comparison Wayne seemed almost inactive although his cock is still filling me.

"Oh!" my muffled exclamation as once again I came.

"Fuck Gran you nearly bit me." Gussie exclaims as he pulls his cock out of my mouth. Spurting thick creamy cum on my face. Some gets in my eyes making them sting.

"You're a fucking wimp!" Jules said to Gussie. "get back in her mouth, I wanted you to save the cum facial for later."

"Gran nearly bit my cock off."

"If she did you'd still have an arsehole for me to fuck."

Jules' language really shocked me. It was not the words in themselves, language I have used many times, what did get to me was the sentiments she expressed. I had never imagined Jules as a dominatrix, but that was undoubtedly what she was. I dare not join in this conversation for fear I would bite him so my thoughts were left unspoken.

I knew I ought to be outraged at this abuse of my body. Jules's casual attitude toward sex, almost as if everyone has been created for her to take her pleasure, apparently I was no more than her fuck-doll. These rational arguments were banished by the electricity ripping through my body. Hitting nerve endings transforming into multicoloured flower bursts in my head. Any protest was muted before it reached my lips as a series of earth shattering orgasms -- one orgasm following upon the previous orgasm in successive warm wet waves -- each successive orgasm of greater intensity ripped through my body.

My jaw must have relaxed. Gussie's belly pressed against my nose. Instinctively I had learned to breath in time with his movement. Snatch a breath when he drew back unplugging my throat. Breath-in quickly, then hold my breath and swallow as he thrust into me. Swallow as he shot his hot cum into my throat. Despite my effort to reinvigorate him, Gussie's cock grew limp and shrivelled.

"I am fucking drained." Gussie exclaimed pulling away from me. This seemed to trigger a chain reaction, Wayne's cock softened and fell out. Wayne then wriggled his way from under me, I nearly fell forward onto the floor, but Jules appeared to have anticipated this -- she held my hips and supported me with a vice-like grip. "Come on Gran get yourself up on all fours."

"Please Jules I cannot take much more."

Jules sounded triumphant. "Oh yes! Now it's only you and me, and you are, Granny Slut." Although it hurt and I felt as though my body had been penetrated by a Jack-Hammer, I was once again fast approaching yet another orgasm. Juliana changed the tempo and motion as she neared her own orgasm, fast short strokes. Her breath rasping beside my ear. "Oh Granny this is the kinkiest sex that I have ever had. I mean buggering Gussie is alright, but like all men he only cums two or three times and that is it." I was about to agree with her when she added. "We women can keep going all night all day too if we want."

"Jules dear I cannot take much more myself -- I am getting really quite sore."

"Well Granny dearest I guess we'll have to do something else then." I felt oddly empty when without warning Juliana pulled her dildo out of my tortured ass-hole. She pushed away from me. "On your back Granny." She ordered me -- without thinking I complied.

Jules straddled my face. I watched as with deliberate movements she removed the strap on, first the harness then the six inches which was embedded in her vagina. She lowered her pussy toward my face, I knew what would follow before she spoke. "Now Granny slut you are going to lick my dripping pussy."

Without question I complied, doing to her what I would want done to me. Gently sucking her clitoris into my mouth increasing the suction then releasing her swollen nub. Treating each of her labia in a similar manner. Now I could feel and hear Juliana loosing control. Her excitement rising -- I plunged my tongue into her vagina. "Oh yes Granny slut that is so good ... don't stop!" I could not stop her weight had me pinned down between her pussy grinding into my mouth and the mattress beneath my head. My grand-daughter was riding my face, and I was enjoying every moment.

With a loud screech, which I can only describe as sounding like a vixen calling for a mate Jules came. "Oh Granny I think you are great!" She exclaimed enthusiastically -- the Miss Pain masque slipping. Then the shutter came down. "I want you for my very personal slave. Gussie you're demoted. Now granny slut, I have to do something about your ass-hole"
For a moment I was mystified. "Gussie get me the mid size one to start Granny." As Gussie left the room Jules turned to me. "A nice gentle Butt-Plug to expand your sphincter, once you get used to it I'll replace it with a bigger one."

"Jules I'm a ...."

"Not Jules, either Juliana or Mistress. Jules infers equality. In matters to do with sex you are not my equal, I am the Mistress, you and Gussie are my Acolytes, you do as I say."

"Juliana ..."

"Better although I think I would prefer Mistress."

I'll really please her. "Mistress Juliana," I'd hit the sweet spot, Jules positively glowed. "I will try the Butt-Plug, but I am an old lady my body is no longer supple I may not be able to take it."

"Granny you will try! Promise me you will try."

"I'll try." As I uttered the words Gussie returned in his hand something pink. He held it out, to me it looked like an oversize baby's dummy -- the only thing that was missing was a piece of blue or pink ribbon. Knowing what it was he held and its intended destination, I was pleased to see a tube of KY Gel in his other hand.

"Oh that is so nice," said Jules in a sneering manner. "Little Gussie is looking after his Granny, without being told to do so he has brought some lube. Really he hopes that I will tell him to lube you up. Afraid not Gussie, the pleasure is going to be all mine. Back on all fours Granny slut."

I felt the cool lubricant flowing over my sore ass-hole, soothing the pain. I relaxed as Jules massaged my sphincter muscle using a circular movement, magicking the pain away as she added more and more lube. "There you are Granny dear just relax and nothing will hurt." She whispered in my ear over and over again as she massaged. Nothing did hurt, it did not hurt when she slid a finger into me, not even when a second finger joined the first. The third finger was uncomfortable, but bearable. I cried out when she forced a fourth finger into me. "Wow Granny you are big, bigger than I thought. Gussie get me the largest plug and get it now."

I think I tried to wiggle away moving forward but this only hurt more as Jules pushed her fingers harder into me. Her other hand gave me a stinging slap on the left buttock. "Keep still Granny Slut or I will be sleeping with my fist inside you."

"Please Jules ..." Another slap. "Please Mistress Juliana, no more. I couldn't take your fist."

Jules laughed. "Too late Granny Slut, you underestimate your own capabilities -- my fist is in." She moved her fist to emphasise the point. The pain was constant, like a searing toothache.

Gussie returned this time with two Butt-Plugs. "Jules I didn't know which one of these two."

"Gussie take lessons from Granny Slut, your fellow slave, and address me properly -- Mistress Juliana."

"OK whatever." Gussie answered in an offhand manner.

"Use my name." Jules almost shrieked she moved her arm as she spoke. It hurt I cried out. "Quiet let's get this into you."

The Butt-Plug did not hurt when she inserted it, but then nothing could have hurt, not when compared to the pain I felt as she removed her hand from my bowels. My anus was on fire. The heavily lubed Butt-Plug was a balm to my tormented ass-hole. Then I felt full. My sphincter muscle appeared to be pulsating contracting on the Plug. It was uncomfortable and yet pleasant. "There Granny Slut, it didn't hurt at all, did it." Jules purred in a professional detached tone of voice a statement not a question.

"No it did not Mistress Juliana."

As I spoke Jules grasped my breasts. "And now Granny Slut, I want to see and taste your milk. Sounds like nectar from the way that Wayne has raved about it. On your back so I can see if you taste as good as has been claimed."

I am not normally totally submissive, or I do not think that I am, but when Jules gave an instruction I found myself instantly obeying. No sooner had I rolled onto my back than Jules bowed to her self appointed task. Sucking my breast into her mouth, her tongue stimulating my hard enlarged nipple. My body was throbbing in anticipation. My breast felt as though it was swelling in Juliana's mouth. Suddenly the tension released. "Oh sweet." Juliana mumbled before resuming her oral play. I could feel the heaviness diminishing as Jules sucked the milk from my breasts.

"Thank you Mistress Juliana that is so good."

Jules continued sucking until both breasts were dry. "Wow there is a lot there. How much do you think you produce?"

"In a day or each time?"

"Each time and how often in a day."

"Say four times a day and about two bottles full that's about twenty ounces."

Jules looked at the ceiling, concentrating then rolled her eyes, "Gran that is more than two litres a day. Wow." A smile flitted across Jules lips. "Tell me if I am wrong. The more the demand, the more you will produce."

"Broadly speaking yes." I replied, too late I saw the direction of Jules thoughts. "I don't know that I want to produce more, my breasts get very heavy and very sore you know."

Suddenly Jules was Jules no more, she switched into her Mistress Juliana mode. "Granny Slut when will you understand the choice is not yours. I am your mistress, I choose and you obey!"

It suddenly struck me Jules and Gussie were very naïve, in relative isolation they had developed their Mistress Slave relationship, they had not introduced the sophistication of 'safe words'.

"OK we will give it a try, but I want an agreed safe word."

"Safe Word." Jules looked nonplussed. "What's a safe word -- I've heard of them but never understood, the Master, the Blessed Marquise never mentioned safe words."

"The Blessed Marquise?" I echoed Jules.

"She means the Marquise de Sade, mainly the Hundred and Twenty Days of Sodom, its been our guide." Gussie said.

"That explains it," I said drily.

"You cannot question me I am Mistress Juliana. The two of you are my slaves, it is your duty to obey me, not to question me." Jules's tone was so petulant I half expected her to stamp her foot and burst into tears. She did not! She stood in the middle of the room starring at both myself and Gussie.

"In a sex game, a role play, you are Mistress Juliana, in the same role play I am Granny Slut your slave, and Gussie is also your slave. When the game ends so too the role play ends, we all revert back to who we are outside the game. I am your Grandmother, Gussie is your brother. We are all real people not figments of a frustrated man's imagination. Don't forget De Sade wrote in a prison cell and a mental hospital, where he was an inmate. Today his works would almost be regarded as wanking material..."

"Oh Gran," Jules exclaimed.

She was such a little girl at heart. "Oh Jules you are funny, shocked when I use an Anglo-Saxon term like wanking, whilst happily including me in your sex games to the point where technically you raped me."

"Raped!"

"Yes raped. Did you have my consent when you took me with your Dildo? No you did not, not even tacit consent in that we had done it before. No Jules at the point when you entered me -- you were raping me."

"But you enjoyed it."

"Yes I did, but you did not have my consent when you first pushed into me."

"Mother always said you were a pushover, that any man only had to get a hand inside your knickers and you forgot the word NO."

Bloody Saffron! My daughter had no right, no right at all to speak about her own mother in that way. At the moment Saffron's complex love life was crashing down around her. Edward, who is Jules and Gussie's father, has decided to become a polygamist -- to justify this he was flirting with some breakaway Mormon sect -- followers of the True Church of Jesus Christ and the Later Day Saints or some such title.

I'd done some on-line research. The Mormon Church had excommunicated them all which meant apart from polygamy Edward had to do little else, no church, no knocking on doors. So my judgemental daughter now shared her husband and home with a woman of her own age Christine and a very immature seventeen year old nymphet simply known as Booby, on account of her physique. This was the reason why Jules and Gussie lived with me.

"Your mother said that!" I shouted at Jules, I must have looked either mad or aggressive Jules took a step back away from me. "She should sort her marriage and your father before she starts on other people. The silly little bitch should have turfed him out as soon as he mentioned polygamy."

"She couldn't throw Dad out -- where would he have gone." Jules cried.

"In all likelihood straight back to monogamy!" I said brusquely for I did not and I never have believed in my son-in-law's sudden conversion to Mormonism.

"Maybe Dad is only doing it so he has more than one woman. But is there any a difference between having several lovers at one moment and having lots of lovers one after another?"

I was getting tired of these personal attacks, "Your point Jules?"

"Well Dad is open and upfront. Mum he has as his child-bearing wife, Christine is a good companion for her and helps around the house, also she has a paid job and contributes to the household funds. And Booby takes care of father ....."

At this point Gussie spluttered with mirth. "She means Dad fucks Booby for two or three nights. Then he spends a night with Mum or Christine. Jules doesn't miss a trick which is why Dad has banished her."

"Do tell." I said, my interest aroused.

"Laugh if you want at least I had her you didn't." Jules said as she stormed out of the room slamming the door behind her.

"Don't be shy Gussie you have my undivided attention."

"This goes back to last Easter."

I recalled a disaster for Jules, she went home the Tuesday before Easter, on the early hours of Easter Sunday she had called me to say her father had thrown her out and how was she to get back. I did not pay for a cab to bring her back four hundred miles, I think that is what she wanted, but I did pick-up the tab for a stay in a Premier Inn for three nights. "Go on."

"Dad was in the Matrimonial Bed -- that is the bed he slept in with whichever of the women he was having that night."

"Go on I understand your father's quasi religious rationale of his libido."

"So Dad was in bed with Mother and Christine, by the sounds having a great threesome. Jules saw her chance, all week she had been making eyes at Booby. Oh Gran that girl is as thick as two short planks -- all tits and no brains. Suddenly Dad leaps out of bed rushes out of his bedroom to the little bedroom where Booby is sleeping -- meant to be sleeping! Booby is on her back, legs open wide and my sister -- Dad's daughter is lapping like a puppy dog at his woman's pussy. Dad went ballistic!"

I could imagine that Edward's ego would have been dented.

"He was throwing both of them out naked. By now Mother and Christine are there, restraining him. All the shouting, crying and screaming I am surprised the neighbours didn't call the police. So Dad lets Jules get dressed, pack her bag but she has to leave in the middle of the night."

I only knew there had been trouble. Saffron had said Jules and her father had argued. Jules had called it trouble saying Dad was being Dad. "I knew some of it, I paid for Jules to stay the weekend in a Premier Inn. So what happened to Booby?"

"Oh Dad prayed for her, and God told him to forgive her" Said Gussie, adding,. "Of course she had to atone for her sinfulness. She cried every time he buggered her, her punishment was to be buggered without lubricant. I don't like her but those nights I did feel sorry for her."

"Like Fuck you felt sorry for her. Gussie just wished it was him who was fucking her arse, or either of her other holes." Jules said dismissively. "I bet you lay in bed wanking while you listened to Dad buggering her."

"Strange how God's punishment includes your Dad enjoying kinky sex." I commented dryly.

"Maybe, with a Dad like Dad, and a grand-mother like you, it is inevitable we would be a couple of incestuous perverts." Jules said.

"Speaking of which, while we are all being honest, how long have you and your brother been having sex?"

"The first time we had intercourse is easy to remember - it was my eighteenth birthday." Gussie said a smile of sweet memory flitted across his face.

"I had lusted for him for a year -- since I turned eighteen." Juliana said. "I gave him a packet of condoms and my body. The condoms were symbolic because I was already taking the pill. Gussie was still a virgin but I wasn't -- I think two virgins together can lead to disasters, so I got laid."

I laughed, "And to think all that time I had thought the noise in the night was you and Wayne. And really it was you and Gussie."

Jules laughed. "I am too young for Wayne."

"No I mean before Wayne and I were together."

"Oh Wayne, haven't you told Gran?" Jules said her voice loaded with seriousness.

"Told me what -- come on tell me!" Wayne seemed to be blushing and shrinking simultaneously.

"Wayne has a thing for older women." Jules said, "to be precise he wants sex with his mother and with his granny. I mean to say I know his mother is your age, but she looks a lot older. She doesn't look after herself. As for his granny she may be about seventy but she looks twenty years older."

"My Ma's not that bad looking and my granny is a real wee cracker -- look at her bum and her tits."

"Yes your gran does have a nice bum I'll give you that -- I've never seen her tits au naturelle so to speak -- only encased in a bra." Jules said voicing my thoughts.

"Is that true you really do not fancy women of your own age?" I asked Wayne -- this all sounded quite fantastical.

"I did tell you a bit."

"I bet you never told the other part of the story." Jules said challengingly.

"No."

"What haven't you told me? After what we have all done together there should be no secrets."

"I did a sort of deal with Jules and Gussie."

"What sort of deal?" I asked -- not really wanting to hear what I suspected to be the truth.

Wayne mumbled.

"Jules tell me about the deal."

"Promise you won't get mad?"

"A bit late for that I think. Come on spit it out."

"We -- Gussie and me -- we worked out you and Wayne had started a relationship. We also knew that Wayne wants to have sex with his granny."

"I thought you said mother and granny?"

"Both but granny most of all." Wayne said. "So yesterday Jules said she knew about us and she and Gussie wanted to have you..." The pause produced a deafening silence.

"So!?" I prompted.

"We offered to help Wayne if he helped us to have sex with you."

"Well Wayne certainly helped you, so now you have to keep your part of the bargain how are you going to do that?"

"Tramadol and Ketamine."

I shook my head in disbelief. "I despair of the ethics. Is rape justified to you?" No sooner had I said the words than I heard Johanna's thin wail of hunger. "That's it sex and sex talk over for now, everyone get looking decent." I pulled on a wrap. "Tidy up the room and sex toys away."

I felt oddly bereft when I had removed the Butt-Plug from my anus. I was glad I had not seen it properly before insertion -- I would not have believed that I could take that size without damage to my anus or bowels.

As I was leaving the room I went over to Wayne, kissed him and said "thank you," I then kissed Augustus and said Thank you, finally kissing and thanking Juliana.
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