Family Matters

It is February and I am sitting on the veranda watching mum and Jean skinny dipping in the pool. Dad is in bed with Helen and if Diane keeps doing what she is doing then I shall be in Diane very shortly. Anne is in England this week screwing with a couple in the millionaires' ditch while meeting with Diane's husband who runs the offshore banking deal for us.
Seven years ago I had begun working for dad after I decided not to go to Uni and his sister insisted that he take me into the company. I was there on the understanding that I did what I was told and learned all there was to learn about domestic laundry and dishwashing machines, and how to maintain and repair them. I was the junior member of staff and so I spent that time in his workshop and to be fair he taught me all that he knew.
When he had started the business, he spent a week travelling around the area, posting handbills through letterboxes in small villages, hamlets, and farms. In this area of Northwest England that is a lot of miles, but now most of the inhabitants in the area knew that he was available and word of mouth would soon have spread that news.
Dad discovered that he had taken the lid off a simmering pot and very soon he realised that with some reliable people, they had a gold mine.
Being the head of a family that had survived the last few years' hardships meant that he already had the nucleus of a staff. He decided that my mother would not be included in that group purely because he had rose-tinted spectacles and had her on a pedestal, but he asked her sister and my sister was also included. His brother Ralph and nephew Jim were also confidently approached and recruited and an operating system was devised.
Dad's name is Fred, he was Fifty-three my mum Brenda was Forty-nine and Aunt Jean was Forty-four. My sister Anne was Twenty-six. I am Sam and I was Twenty-one. Ralph was Fifty-one and Jim was twenty-eight. Ralph and Jim live a mile away and if Ralph's wife finds out what he does at work, he'll be toast.
We are a close-knit family, more so than some because for five years we lived in a large but old caravan. That was all five of us in two bedrooms Guess who had the fold-away bed in the rear storage bay. Not only did we learn how to get along with people of different temperaments when living in close quarters, we learned how to use the differences when dealing with people we didn't know.
Dad was made redundant; he lost his home and we had to do whatever it took to survive as a family. I had been twelve when that happened and am so proud of dad for pulling us out of that state by sheer bloody-minded determination.
I never knew anything other than love, care, and consideration during that period and to this day I believe that being such a close-knit family then has made us into what we have become.
Dad was a very smooth operator. The phone began to ring almost immediately after he'd made the trip and all the calls were from housewives with whom he had met on his initial outing.
Within a month we were fully booked for service visits. Aunt Jean and my sister Anne ran the office admin and kept a log of phone calls.
I never discovered if he knew that it was because I was fucking her that my Aunt Jean had persisted in her assertion that we should stay together as a family and that she had wanted to keep me close instead of sloping off to pastures new.
Dad began to have occasional dizzy spells and feelings of tiredness and so three months ago he involved me in the real business of the company. He began taking me with him on his house calls and showing me how to behave and talk with customers which is how I discovered the reason why my mum very nearly divorced him.
I had believed that it was because mum caught him fucking my sister which seemed to be unreasonable in my book. After all, she had sex with both of us whenever dad went to away football matches. And they are still indulging their urges.
All the customers were housewives who were not averse to making suggestive comments and asking dad about availability. What I hadn't known was that it was my availability they were clarifying. There was a "changing of the guard" ceremony being enacted in which I would take a prominent role and of which I was unaware.
I had no problem with the machines and found it very easy to talk with the customers, mainly because they wanted someone to talk with but I very soon learned that talking was the last thing on their minds.
The phrase 'learning on the job' was never more apt when my first solo task, which was listed as 'tumble-dryer maintenance' turned out to be a 'rapid fuck tumble' while the old man is walking the dog. She had been satisfied, I'd enjoyed it and dad knew that he could trust me to work alone while he satisfied another customer.
Dad had only ever referred to them once, in an oblique way, on our drive back to the workshop when he said that he had married the woman he loved, but he just could not reject offers of sex from lonely or unhappy housewives Bostancı Escort who were prepared to pay for it regularly and so he had accepted their offers. He was pleased and they were happier because of it.
That 'rose tinted specs' thinking almost lost dad his wife because she had been unaware of the 'off the books' activity of the group so when she found out that he had just screwed someone she thought that he was cheating on her and it was only when Aunt Jean explained what was going on that she went to see him, thumped him and took him to bed.
He had been caught out when a woman delivery driver saw him naked through the window of a customer's bungalow; she just happened to be a friend of mum's. He said that he had a business to run and it was because he was so accommodating that the business was thriving but mum was furious that he hadn't talked to her about it.
Mum took over the office so that in future she would always be aware of what was happening which meant that Jean and Anne were now available for customers requiring the female touch.
It was the local lonely ladies wanting more sex than that provided by overworked, sick or disinterested spouses which made the business so successful.
The icing on the cake was that the inhabitants of one particular valley which was known by the locals as the 'millionaires ditch' had discovered what was available and it was their business that accounted for seventy per cent of the family's undeclared income. It had to be undeclared because it had nothing to do with domestic goods.
It was that business which had caused dad to involve Jean and Anne because three of the twelve inhabitants of the ditch were bi-sexual by preference and two others were swingers. During their contract discussions, it had been clear that if there was a female involved then any premium would be acceptable.
Both of them had been on visits which were invoiced as technical assessments and both of them were worn out when they returned home but say that they will happily go again if called upon.
On the drive home from our latest customer visit dad said that when we reached the office he would hand me a flash drive containing the preferences of each code number. The identity and addresses of the code number were on a second drive which he would give me when we arrived home. It was never to be kept in the office.
I should be aware that except for the millionaires' ditch clients, the codes would expect themselves to be serviced along with their machine usually by the offer of a shower after completion of the original task.
Occasionally the machine would not require attention but its owner most certainly would. The inhabitants of 'the ditch' would make their requirements known on our arrival but it probably wouldn't involve machinery.
On arrival at the office, dad told Aunt Jean that he had informed our customers that I was now a service engineer then told them that because of his present health problems, he had to ease up. To this end, he would start a semi-retirement regime and would only be in the office between Tuesday and Thursday each week except when covering for other members' illnesses or holidays.
Mum was happy, Aunt Jean was happy so dad was happy, and my sister was deliriously happy, I knew that was because when Ralph, Jim and I were out on calls she and Jean would be alone with mum and the restroom at the back had a couch in it. As for me, I was nervous.
Uncle Ralph and my cousin Jim had made it plain that they were more than happy to just go and screw whoever. wherever and whenever in return for the money and the pleasure it brought them.
Dad had taken me to the pub and over a pint told me to take my time and be discreet. Those that want it will make sure you know, the others won't say anything, just enjoy what is offered and don't rush. Just make damn sure that there are no delivery services due.
My first day as 'the man to go to' had begun with Aunt Jean telling me to stop calling her 'Aunt'. I had developed the habit after a weekend debauchery as a smoke screen because I reasoned that no one would suspect that I was fucking the woman I called Aunt.
I looked through the preference file. There are some very odd preferences out there, but nothing I would have a problem with and a couple I looked forward to learning about.
Life for this young stallion was going to be wonderful and I hoped, tiring.
My first call had been to a converted watermill. Very picturesque and worth a fortune. It was also isolated, so unless there were lots of distractions close at hand, bloody boring.
Helen made it clear that she was bloody bored. Fiftyish I thought but I learned that she was forty-five, long strawberry blonde hair with long legs and bouncy breasts, too many pounds around the hips and backside but still extremely desirable as I could feel only too well.
"Thank fuck you could come straight away; we have plenty of time because he's gone to town and won't be Ümraniye Escort back until four. I'll show you where the tumble dryer is, just in case anyone calls, I'm not expecting anyone but you never know and I'm nervous."
I quickly undid some screws and took a panel off and then I undid her blouse and took that off, but not as quickly because my file had noted that she loved kissing as her blouse was removed allowing her breasts to be uncovered and fondled.
This had to be done before leaving the laundry room. I found that she certainly did love kissing and didn't seem to mind what I kissed.
The next stop was the lounge where I was asked to stand and allow her to strip me after which she fondled my balls and cock for a while to ensure that there was life in that area and then I was made to sit on a chair as she knelt, and masturbated me until satisfied with the state of what she was about to be spending the afternoon with.
When her tongue licked my helmet and then allowed it to enter her mouth I felt my dick swell even further and then I received a fantastic blow-job. She took her time fellating me as I fondled her big breasts and I was pleased to get a reaction when I rolled her protruding nipples.
She stiffened, and my cock was released from her lovely hot mouth as she straightened and thrust her tits forward to allow me a better purchase of her nipples. She began to pant and her hands once again gripped my erection as her desire increased. Her breathing became ragged and then she spoke:
"Now fuck me, Any way you wish. Do anything you want to do."
That was in the file as an occasional occurrence.
I used her breasts as a means of helping her to stand. I took my time stripping the skirt and stockings from her and then caressed her body and knelt to kiss bits I was unable to get at earlier
I lowered her onto her lovely carpet and having got her amazing body spread before me I took my time caressing her, beginning at her shoulders, and moving slowly down her torso.
She broke her silence again as I stopped sliding a finger down the crease between her thighs and her vulva to press against her clitoral hood.
"I said fuck me; So fuck me. I want to be taken, play afterwards."
I took her. The chair I had been sitting on was used for one leg and a second chair, thankfully within reach, for her other leg and then my mouth was on her labia and then my tongue was busy with her clitoris and vaginal passage.
This was only for a few moments because I had a solid rod to placate and so I moved over her and she eagerly grabbed it and fed it into her wet vagina and Helen received the fuck she craved.
Her eyes widened as I entered her and she gasped as I slammed my groin against her pudendum and kept my cock inside her as I sucked on her nipples and then felt around her buttocks to reach her anus and press against it.
When I was sure that she knew what she was in for I began fucking her and she loved it. She was muttering encouragement as she tried to match my thrusts with her own and my back was going to have red score marks down it for days.
The clock on her mantlepiece told me that my first fuck with Helen lasted twenty-two minutes until she orgasmed. When she'd stopped gasping I made her stand and led her upstairs and asked for her bedroom, She was on her bed for two hours and afterwards, I was familiar with every nook, cranny and aperture that she had.
We showered and she made lunch. Afterwards, I made her kneel on a sofa, bent her over the back and took her doggy style using her breasts as stabilisers.
I asked her if she liked anal because there was nothing in the file about anal sex for any of the customers. On learning that what I had done to her earlier was her first experience of having her rear end interfered with I took her back upstairs, laid her face down over a couple of cushions and then parted her buttocks to kiss, lick and finger her anal gateway until she was wet and receptive to a probing finger.
Turning her over and, moving the pillows as I did so introduced her to the sixty-nine position, I had my head between her thighs so that her clitoris, vagina and anus were within range of my mouth.
I used my fingers to tease her sphincter into the opening and soon Helen had two fingers in her anus and two from my other hand in her vagina as my tongue ravaged her clitoris by way of variation I inserted two fingers into her. anus and my thumb into her vagina as deep as I could and pinched them together thus trapping the membrane which separated them
Helen climaxed and her anal muscles tried to break my fingers as her vaginal muscled happily clamped onto my thumb.
"In future, have a small amount of olive oil and some Vaseline available in your bedroom and lounge because I shall fuck your bottom every time. If you wish you may have condoms available. And please remove your pubic hair."
We visited the shower room again and I enjoyed soaping her and then she did the same Anadolu Yakası Escort for me until I came and she had to rinse herself again.
I left at three forty-five, the family coffers were six hundred pounds fuller and had I talked Helen into having our services on a contract and not just on request because the hourly rate would no longer apply there would be a six-monthly invoice instead of several individual payments at varied intervals to account for.
For a premium, customers with a contract could book a regular visit or they merely had to ring when they wanted attention and we'd fix a day and time to suit them. The standard system clients had to take whatever was available regarding the day and time.
I shall have to return next Monday now because it seems that her washing machine is making odd noises and her husband is complaining that some of his shirts are stained. I understand that this was something my dad invented and offered, for a price.
As I drove back to the office I thought hard about how I was going to learn about anal sex. I had read about it, and I'd seen vids but I had never done it, Using my fingers, and remembering what I'd read about doing it was easy but inserting my dick inside a woman's bottom was not going to be plain sailing, I already knew what I needed to do, it was summoning up the nerve to do it that was hard.
Jean had laughed when I told her what my problem was:
"Sam my love, that is easy to fix and we'll do that tonight. I rather fancy some of that, but you must show me what you did for her because not all first-timers take to having it done so readily."
"When you said "show me" did you mean..."
"I meant to do it to me, you idiot. If you are going to fuck my bottom then I shall want some priming first, which is nice in its own right, but when you know what's coming it enhances the anticipation and it makes the task of fitting your cock into a hole which is much smaller in the beginning, easier."
Jean entered Anne's little cubbyhole of an office and had a word with her. I had heard her giggling and when we'd closed for the night she had hardly been able to keep from laughing until Jean asked her when she'd been lucky enough to experience it and I heard no more, but I thought a lot.
That evening dad sat beside mum as they watched the TV. He had a hand inside her open blouse and was fondling a breast as Anne sat reading beside him. Jean had showered as soon as we arrived home and then entered wearing a loose top and short skirt.
Anne immediately snuggled up to dad and felt for his bulge which was not hard to find, he deserted mum's breast to begin sliding his hand under the back of Anne's loose top which I hadn't seen her wear for a long while.
I knew that Jean had poured some olive oil into a small bottle which used to hold tablets and then she went upstairs for a few moments, came down and fiddled in a sideboard drawer so I guessed that the preparations were complete.
Anne straightened her body and thrust her breasts out. Jean got hold of the hem of the top and lifted it up and over her head revealing one of dad's hands around one of his daughter's breasts.
She turned and leaned towards dad and that pushed her nipple into his mouth. Of course he'd sucked, and of course she'd enjoyed it when she put her hand on the bulge in his trousers and asked him to take her upstairs and allow her to do something about the bulge, which request he had appeared to be in a hurry to agree to.
As they left the room mum said that whatever our plan was she hoped we enjoyed it but dad had better be in their bed by ten.
Mom watched as I took Jean's top off followed by her skirt to reveal a naked Aunt She collected the lubricants and the condoms as I stripped and mum joined in to stroke my cock until it was almost solid and began to fellate me. I held her head still and then began to gently fuck her mouth which is such a wonderful sensation.
I felt the first stirring of an eruption so I stopped doing that and then Jean joined in hugged mum and caressed her as I felt for her mound and pressed a finger in the cleft to arouse her clitoris. I succeeded only too well.
"Sorry Brenda, He asked me to teach him about anal sex because he's got a client who wants lots of it. If you feel in the mood in an hour I'm up for it."
"Sam, I'm sorry love but now you will have to fuck me first because you just lit my fuse. Fuck me and then we can have a drink and then my arse is yours to play with before you put that dick in me again.
Jean was soon lying on my bed with her legs over my shoulders as I applied my mouth to another vagina. Jean always tastes of honey and lavender, Helen had tasted of raspberry and funnily enough one of the tech helpers at Uni had tasted just the same, she was also blonde but I doubt that was the reason.
As I munched her labia I also began pressing a finger against her sphincter, expecting a complaint at any moment which never came and there I was with two fingers both of which were two knuckles deep in jean's backside and I took advantage of that situation and began to finger fuck her rear and she responded by grabbing my head and pulling my face hard against her pussy as she commenced humping her arse up to help me bring her off.