Another week that Dad was away, I felt sorry for Mum, but she was more relaxed about Jude and I having sex together. When Dad was home, Jude slept in the spare room. When Dad was away, Mum just expected us to sleep together.

Jude and I sat on the sofa, mum was in the kitchen. “I don’t feel too good. I think I would like to go and lie down,” Jude said. She stood up and sank to the floor.

“We had better put her to bed,” Mum said.

I carried Jude up to my room, and laid her on my bed; mum followed me. Together we started to undress her. I tried to do it discreetly.

“No need to be coy with me, young man. I know you two are like rabbits when you are alone,” Mum smiled.

Mum undid Jude’s jeans and pulled. They came off, jeans and knickers in one stroke. Her legs fell open, and my spunk leaked from her pussy. We had had a quickie just before Mum arrived home. I thought I heard a faint gasp as Mum saw it, but she said nothing.

Mum phoned the clinic. They told her there was a bug going around. Jude would sleep for about thirty-six hours. Mum phoned Debbie, Jude’s mother, and said we would look after her. Debbie was happy with that, she didn’t want to catch it.

I lasted about two hours before I realized I had the bug too. I can’t remember if I had stripped off or not, but I woke naked beside Jude. I remembered nothing else, except for some strange dreams.

~~~

“Morning, lover, you know we have slept for a day and a half?” she said.

I didn’t, we dressed and went downstairs. Mum was sitting at the table. She was drowsy, but she had been fighting the bug until she knew we were over it. Now she went to her bed.

Jude and I ate a snack on the sofa. “I had this weird erotic dream, I dreamt that this older woman, like your mum, but with long blond hair, went down on my pussy and licked me out. It felt great,” she told me.

I didn’t tell Jude about the dream I had, a woman with long blonde hair giving me a blow job. I dreamt that my cum fired in her mouth, and she swallowed.

We went to check Mum, she was stretched out on her bed, fully clothed.

“Better make her comfortable,” Jude said.

We sort of sat Mum up, I lifted her top off and carefully unclipped her bra; as I tried to remove it, her body lolled to one side. I caught her but found I had a good handful of breasts. Jude saw and giggled. “That was naughty”, Jude giggled.

Next Mum’s jeans, Jude handled that. She kept Mum’s knickers on, but it didn’t stop her from pulling the gusset aside and having a peek. She gasped. “Your mum shaves, I’d let you see, but you looking at your own Mum’s pussy is just wrong,” she giggled again.

I knew Mum was shaved, when Dad was away, we teased each other; she wore a short tee shirt and no knickers, and I was happy to let my prick dangle outside my boxers.

For the rest of the day, Jude and I had the run of the house to ourselves. We lay naked on the sofa together, had naughty little fucks when we wanted them, and generally enjoyed the freedom.

Early evening, Jude went out to get some fresh provisions, and I sat and watched TV. I heard movement upstairs, and went up to find Mum heading for the on-suite, she had a faraway stare, I guessed she was still delirious.

She appeared a few moments later, her sodden knickers hanging from an outstretched finger, she saw me.

“You home Duncan? I forgot I had these on, and pissed them. You used to love watching me piss my knickers,” she said in a faraway voice.

She tried to lay on the bed but slumped over it. Her trunk was laid on the bed, her knees, spaced well apart, on the floor.

“Sorry Duncan, I haven’t been a very attentive wife recently. Take what you want, either hole, you know I don’t mind. I probably won’t even remember,” she said.

Oh shit, she thinks I'm Dad, and is offering him a fuck, or even to bugger her. I stared at her open pussy, and willing anus. What the hell was a boy to do.

Jude returned from the shop and, checked on Mum, I followed her.

“What are these doing on the bathroom floor?” Jude said, pointing to Mum’s wet knickers.

I told her about Mum’s delirious conversation.

“Do you want me to try that, piss my knickers? Or, shall I piss your Mum’s knickers?” Jude smirked.

She grabbed Mum’s knickers and pushed her jeans down, then slid the wet silk up into her crotch. Sitting on the bidet, she let her bladder go.

I admit it was very erotic, for both of us. We ran to my bed and fucked, Jude still wearing Mum’s knickers.

“I think you are as dirty and your Dad must be, guess I will have to be as naughty as your mum. But I think we should put these in the wash, we don’t want your Mum to put them back on, and have your sperm slither up into her,” Jude giggled.

I thought about the times I had spunked into the gusset of Mum’s knickers, then found her wearing them.

By the morning, Mum was awake and feeling better. It was then, that Jude’s mum, Debbie texted her to say, that despite our quarantine, they had all gone down with the same bug.

Mum was happy to be left, and Jude and I went over to her house. All was quiet there, we found each of them fully dressed, but asleep on their beds.

“Best to get them stripped and into bed,” Jude shrugged.

We started with the twins, Laura, or Sweet Sixteen as they called her, and Zack. Jude pulled her jeans and knickers off and told me to take her tee shirt and bra off. I tried to be as respectful as I could, but Jude’s little sister has a stunning body. You see all the guys, and half the girls follower her with their eyes, now here she was laid out naked before me.

“Look at that pussy, I don’t think those lips have parted for anyone or anything,” Jude said irritated.

It was true, her pussy lips were tight together. We moved on to Sweet Sixteen’s brother, I lifted the top over his head, Jude pulled his jeans and boxers off.

To our astonishment, his prick was rock hard and bounced about in from of us. Jude seemed as captivated by that, as I was with her sister’s body.

“Oh my god, Zack has got a stiffy, and I am staring at it,” Jude said in disbelief.

We moved on to find Jude’s mum, again I dealt with blouse and bra, Jude removed her skirt and knickers. Debbie’s breasts were enormous, so much bigger than either Jude’s or my mum’s. They were capped by rock hard nipples that just begged to be chewed.

Jude saw me ogling them, and slapped my arm.

“If you think they are big, look at this,” Jude said.

Jude moved her mother’s knee, and expose a bush of black hair with a huge clitoris poking through it. It was like a small penis, and I longed to suck it.

“Bet your glad mine isn’t that big”, she said.

I told her I was glad, but secretly, I wished it was. We checked on the other two, Sweet Sixteen still lay like a perfect doll, too virginal to touch. Zack had moved onto his side, his stiff prick still jutting before him.

We went downstairs to find some food, Jude said she had heard a noise. She went to check.

She came back, horny as hell, demanding I take her doggy style. She leaned over the sofa I was happy to get a nice deep fuck. I tried to kiss her, but she turned away. 

Zack still got a stiffy? I asked.

Jude just shook her head, had she just blown her brother, would her kisses taste of spunk? The thought was just too erotic, my balls did their work and filled her with cum.

That afternoon, the boss of her Saturday job phoned, with the bug going around he was short on staff. Jude left me in charge and went to work.

I did the rounds, Sweet Sixteen was in her virginal world, Zack's limp prick lay against his leg, and Debbie's huge clit just cried out to me.

oOo 

Jude’s body language started to change, things seem to be cooling between us. She was becoming secretive, and at the same time, wanting to know what I was doing, and where I would be; it just felt like she was seeing somebody else. Sometimes, when we made love, her thoughts were elsewhere.

She'd text, and ask me to fix her mum’s lawnmower. Her brother had broken it and then gone to their father's for the weekend.

When I got there her mum was laid out on a sun lounger in a secluded part of the garden. Her bikini top could hardly contain those huge breasts, and the crutch of the matching bottoms bulged with the lips and massive clitoris that was hidden behind them.

We made small talk, neither of us seemed to knew where Jude was. To relieve the aching stiffness in my shorts, I went to fix the lawnmower. Jude’s bro must have pulled the electric cable too hard, a wire had come loose in the plug. A simple repair, and it was running; I finished the job he had started and went back to Debbie.

To my astonishment she had abandoned the bikini and was naked, reading, on the lounger. She saw the look on my face. “You probably saw all this when I had that bug,” she said as if it was nothing.

I sat on the other lounger for a while, trying not to stare. Suddenly, she put her book down.

“When I had that bug, I had a weird dream, that some guy, that looked a bit like my daughter’s boyfriend, put his head between my legs and sucked my clit. Made a real meal of it. Thought of it still turns me on,” she said.

She took my head and moved it towards her crotch. I took the hint and forced my tongue in her pussy. Debbie groaned, and spread her legs wider. I could suck that massive clitoris into my mouth, and probe deeper with my tongue.

After her second orgasm, we rested a moment; then, she took my hand and led me into the kitchen.

“In my dream, I wanted this guy, to get his prick in me, but that didn’t happen. It will now,” Debbie told me.

She pushed my shorts down and stroked my dick. It was rock hard anyway and, not making out with Jude for a while, in needed relieving. I bent my knees, Jude’s mum guided it to the entrance of her pussy, and I pushed up. She was tight from lack of use, but wet from her orgasms.

I took her plump round ass cheeks in my hands and fucked her. Her fuller figure meant that her vagina gripped my prick tighter than Jude’s body ever had. I felt the sap rising, and could summon no will power to stop it.

I don’t know how much cum I pumped into her, it must have been everything I had. My cock softened quickly, and her muscles sealed the tunnel I had created. 

You dirty little sod, she cooed and kissed me.

For a moment, I was taken aback, it seemed wrong for her to kiss me like that. Then, the reality struck me, I had just fucked my girlfriend’s mother, we were allowed to kiss like that. I gripped her plump ass again, and returned the kiss, letting my tongue push down towards her throat.

“Stop it. Otherwise, I will have to harden that cock with my mouth, and get it back up my cunt,” she smirked, pushing me back.

Jude would never use the ‘C’ word. But there was something very erotic about Debbie using it.

“I want to get my cock up your cunt, just as often as we can,” I told her.

“It will make a deal with you. I won’t notice, when you sneak into on my daughter's bed, and leave cum stains on her sheets, if you sneak into my bed, and leave cum stains there as well,” Debbie promised.

It was a deal, I walked home with mixed feelings; not guilt, I was sure Jude was getting screwed somewhere else. It just seemed a pity that I started fucking her mother, as our relationship seemed to be ending. It was just, the potential lack of opportunity, that pissed me.

A couple of minutes into my walk, a college mate pulled over and offered me a lift. It was a chance to chat, and it saved me an hour’s walk.

Home earlier than I was expected to be, the house seemed deserted. I half felt mum was home, but nowhere to be seen. I heard a moan from upstairs, I knew that dad wasn’t home. Surely, my mother wasn’t having an affair with some guy?

I sneaked up the stairs, the door to my parent’s room was ajar, my mother lay naked; her legs wide open, but her crotch was hidden behind a girl’s head. It was Jude.

“Oh god!” My mother said, looking up. She had seen me watching.

Oh, shit,” Jude said, as she realized what had happened.

“Give us a few minutes would you, Honey. We will see you downstairs,” my mother asked.

I sat at the dining table, waiting; it was our normal place for family discussions.

“It’s my fault…,” my mother started to say.

“No it’s mine, I found your mum’s blonde wig and told her about the erotic dream I had,” Jude confessed.

“It won’t happen again,” they said, almost in unison.

I stopped them mid-sentence, it was my turn to speak. “I’ve just fucked Debbie, and I would like to fuck her again. So, why don’t we come to an understanding?” No more white lies about who we are with and, provided Dad and Debbie don’t find out, we will all have a good time.”

The two of them looked at each other and nodded their consent.

“So babe, why don’t you send me and your mum, a text to say you are having a sleepover with Alison tonight. Then, you spend the night here, and I will go back to your place,” I told her.

“Which Alison, I know four of them?” Jude said, phone in hand.

“Keep it, vague Honey,” Mum told her.

When I got back to Jude’s house, Debbie was just finishing her dinner.

“When I saw the text, I thought you might be back, there is more dinner in the oven,” she smiled.

I never ate it, Debbie sat in tee shirt and knickers, hadn’t bothered to put her bra on after I had left. I slid her knickers off, but now, they were now sodden with my cum.

I fucked her long and hard on the sofa, Debbie’s tee shirt under her ass to soak up the juices. She must have cum three times before my second load went into her.

“I noticed that Jude had started shaving, so I guess you like a clean pussy,” Debbie said as we lay on the sofa.

I just smiled and fetched the wash bag I kept at Jude’s house. Debbie told me I was a perverted sod, but she still opened her legs to be shaved.

We settled into a routine, unspoken rules seemed to form. I would leave my love bits on Jude’s left shoulder, mum would leave her delicate bits on Jude’s right shoulder. Not knowing about her daughter’s complicity, Debbie would bite me where Jude had left her mark.

We also tried not to make too regular a pattern to our meetings. Dad being home helped to add randomness to it, but Jude would fain a headache and go to bed early if she thought her mother need a fuck. The twins didn’t know why their mother was a lot more relaxed these days, but they were more than happy with it.

It was early one Sunday morning, my morning wood was about to push into it’s a second home, Jude's mum's pussy. Then Debbie’s phone bleeped for an incoming message. She checked it.

“Shit! The twins have had a row with their father, he is bringing them home at the moment. Get dressed and go now,” she said in a panic.

I did, jeans on, socks and boxers stuffed in my pockets, hoody on and out through the back door. Just in time too, I saw the car, with the twins in, as I turned down a side street.

It was still early when I got home; Jude and Mum were still in bed, they laughed when I recounted my tale of escape.

“You poor thing didn’t get your morning nooky. I’ll make it up to you,” Jude said.

I caught her wink to Mum as she got out of bed and fetched something out of Mum’s wardrobe. Jude led me to my bedroom and stripped me, then bound my hand behind my back with a scarf; another scarf blindfolded me. Then, nothing.

I lay naked, bound on my bed and waited, I heard a soft footfall and called out. There was no reply, only a tongue, licking the dried juices which Debbie’s pussy has spilled over me the night before. Was this Jude tasting her mother’s cum, surely it couldn’t be my mother, sucking another woman’s emissions from my cock?

I felt the pressure on the bed as this body straddled me, then a wet sticky hole engulfed my prick. Unable to see, or use my hands and; my lover hovered above me, with no weight to guide me, it was impossible to know who I was making love to.

The fantasy that this was my mother, the pussy I had longed to fuck since I caught her with a dildo, was too strong. Unable to control them, my balls...