By now, Pam had found a boyfriend, so our visits died out. We had done our job, as had she.
Not so with Pete's mum, who I still saw now and then, and had also fucked his dad a couple of times.
I came home one day to find my mum in an evil mood. She sat me down at the kitchen table and asked, "I went out into the garden the other evening and heard sounds coming from the camper van. Have you and Pete been having sex in there?" I blushed and nodded. She calmed down. "Huh, like father, like son. I caught your dad having sex with your uncle Roy when you were a baby. With me being pregnant, and then breast feeding, I was off sex for a while." Too much info, I thought. She went on, "From what I saw, Roy is very well endowed, Kate is a lucky lady. Anyway, I didn't want to be a single mum and somehow our marriage survived, though it wouldn't surprise me if your dad had been back to Roy, or other men. If you and Pete are an item, you may as well be comfortable indoors, just keep your bedroom door shut, and the noise down."
I called Pete and told him we had been rumbled, but we could now fuck indoors, and suggested he told his parents, as they would find out sooner or later. He came round later with an overnight bag, a bottle of wine and flowers for my mum. Embarrassingly, she kissed him on the cheek. After the initial conversations, we went to bed. For the first time, he took control, undressing me first, kissing me then working his way down my body and giving me head, while managing to scramble out of his clothes. On the bed, we play fought for a little while before he pinned me down and forced his tongue into my mouth. He kissed my neck and nipples, and licked my armpits. I didn't even know they were erogenous. He shuffled down the bed and gave me head, then held the base of my cock and guided it in. I lay there and he did all the work, becoming a power bottom, using his ring muscles to milk me, but stopped before I shot my load. We rolled on to our sides and carried on without slipping out. From here I could get a hand on him I jerked him at the same speed as we were fucking. He came first, firing over the sheets. He pulled off me, turned around and sucked me to completion, feeding my cum back into me. We slept cuddled together. In the morning, we used the bathroom and showered, and went back to bed, where I made love to him. We had quiet foreplay for over half an hour before I mounted him. He eventually came unaided. He took yet another load from me, much more comfortable than being in the campervan. Coming downstairs, both dad and mum were there. With a grin, dad asked how the two love birds were. We just giggled.
One evening I had a text from Kate, saying she hadn't had my young cock in a while, and it would be nice to feel it inside her again. "Oh, and by the way, bring your boyfriend. Pete was delighted. We drove over Friday evening, I had a semi all the way. Just in case, we packed overnight bags. Kate greeted us, in just a thong, not caring what the neighbours may think. Inside, Roy was sat in and armchair, naked, gently masturbating. On the sofa was a man of about 30 I didn't recognise. Slim with a prematurely receding hairline, Ivor was there to join in the fun. On seeing us, his penis grew to a similar size to mine, and uncircumcised, the way I like them. We were immediately asked to strip, but Kate kept her thong on, the reason for which became apparent later. We were given a beer and kissed everyone in turn, with Ivor giving my nuts a squeeze. The living room had been cleared, and a mattress put on the floor, with sachets of lube around. Ivor got Pete to sit on his knee. They kissed and Ivor stoked Pete's knob. He then lifted him up and planted him on the mattress. They made out, with Ivor rimming him. He tried to penetrate, but Pete was too tight, so he opened a sachet of lube, and we watched as my boyfriend was mounted. They fucked for a while, then turned on to their sides and humped some more, but Ivor stopped before he shot his load, saying he didn't want to cum too soon. I went next, with uncle Roy's weapon. Having had it several times, I ad learned to relax my sphincter and push out, like I was trying to shit. With plenty of lube, he slipped in and began pumping. Kate sat on my face and I ate her cunt while she frigged herself. I couldn't see, but someone, (I later found out it was Ivor), sucked me. Being fucked, sucked and having my tongue in a fanny was too much, and I blew my load, making Roy cum inside me. Kate lay on the floor and Pete had his way with her, sliding in alongside the sting of her thong, making him cum quickly. He was followed by Ivor, siding in on Pete's semen. Kate fingered herself to orgasm.
With us all sated, we had more beer and wine. Roy told Ivor how they had seduced their nephew (I didn't need any seducing, but it sounded better). Feeling brave, I asked Roy how he came to shag his brother. He blushed and said they'd shared a bed all through childhood, and one thing led to another. He took my dad's virginity on his 18th birthday. That night I slept with Ivor, Pete was lucky enough to share a bed with Kate and Roy.
The next morning, having all used the bathroom and showered, we ate breakfast in the nude. Afterwards, Kate wanted me to shag her in the garden, so we took a blanket outside, and the others followed and watched me fuck my aunt. This made the rest of them horny, and Pete, who was becoming a bit of a slut, offered to take on Ivor and Roy. Ivor went first, his cock being the smallest, even at 7". Pete moaned and groaned as he was shagged in various positions. He unloaded and it was Roy's turn to demonstrate what he could do with his massive tool. He finished by having Pete doggy style for effect. Pete jerked himself, making the blanket dirty while Roy plowed away and came deep inside. With all of us once more satisfied, it was time to go home. We stopped off at Pete's so that he could get clean clothes, then on to my house. Mum had prepared a lovely meal, with red wine, and had put clean linen on my bed, giving me a wink and saying the old ones had some unusual stains on them. We all laughed. That night in bed, Pete and I could at long last, make love, albeit quietly, without fear.
