Tuesday

Rachel shook loose strands of long auburn hair out of her face and looked up, a little surprised, at the familiar silhouette outlined against the light streaming in through the back door.

“Hi mum, what’re you doing home so early?”

“I don’t know love. Your father called and asked me to get home.”

As Sally walked into the kitchen her eyes ran over her daughter. To the casual observer it would seem almost impossible she could be related to the young, russet-haired girl still hunched over her books at the table. Where the mother was thin and tanned, with light brown hair bleached almost blond by sun, her daughter was pale-skinned and freckled, with a generous, but not excessive, figure, topped with a bosom large enough to rest on the table top, half-covering her books. Only when you looked at the curve of their mouths, and the slight turn-up to their noses, was there real evidence of a shared genetic history. You had to look at the two pairs of almost identical deep blue eyes to be really sure though.

“I don’t know how you can work like that.” Sally grumbled. ” Don't you ever think of sitting in a way that doesn’t keep your chest covering everything?”

Her mother's complaint was the usual, and it wasn’t as if Rachel had asked to be so well-endowed, so the teenager just ignored her and carried on with the conversation she’d already planned, “I was going to stay in tonight. I’ve got a load of homework and thought I’d get it finished. I promised Chelsea I’d try to go out with her this weekend, there’s a new dance club just opened in town. If I’m all done will that be OK?”

“You and Chelsea out on the town? Dressed up in who knows what?”

Sally always dressed pretty demurely, and, despite her words, she knew that Rachel tended to copy her, hoping to tone down the evidence of her large breasts. Although a little twinge of envy meant she still sometimes acted as though her daughter was walking round in a mini-skirt and boob tube . It didn’t help that Rachel’s baggy jumper and loose school blouse weren't really working at hiding her assets. As Sally threw her jacket over a chair, Rachel noticed, with her own twinge of jealousy, that her mother didn't even appear to have felt the need for a bra under her blouse.

“Dancing all night again. Maybe I should join you?”

Before Rachel had a chance to protest at this, she heard her father’s key in the front door. His coming home early was so unusual, all thoughts that her mother might actually come dancing were banished.

“I wonder what dad wants? He never comes home early. Maybe it’s a surprise holiday.”

Sally looked more pensive, “I doubt it, I know they’re on an economy drive at work. I just hope he still has a job.”

In between trying to maintain her daughter’s modesty, helped considerably by Rachel’s natural shyness about displaying her figure, Sally always had a nagging worry that her husband was about to lose his job. Frank, Sally’s husband and father to their two children, Rachel and Joel, worked for a large marketing firm. Although he'd lots of work, Frank had been complaining recently about how tight times were in the company, leaving his wife constantly worried that he might get laid-off.

"My girls are both here, excellent!" Frank’s smile didn't suggest a man without a job. Even as Sally helped him off with his coat he continued excitedly talking. "I've got some great news. I'm being promoted!"

"Darling that's wonderful!" Sally, her anxieties thrown aside, dropped his coat on the floor to give him a big hug.

"That's great dad." Rachel reached down to pick the forgotten coat up before moving in to hug her father as well. "But why are we all home early?"

"That's the best bit." said Frank, extricating himself from their joint embrace, and pulling back so he could see his family more clearly. "When Mr Dearlove, he's still the MD for now, was telling me I'd be in charge of a department, he also mentioned I'd need to provide the entertainment for this month's board meeting."

Sally's smile had fallen a little, wondering if the extra news would be that great, now it broke out again as she looked proudly at her husband.

"And you'll be wanting me?" she asked, not even finishing her sentence. Frank just nodded so she carried on. "That's great news. When Jim was promoted he was just asked to send Caroline off for scrap and take a company wife."

"Mum, what are you talking about?" Rachel had been listening, quite confused, to her parents exchange.

"Haven't I explained before?" Despite being proud to be asked, Sally wasn’t about to discuss the details with her teenage daughter, so avoided explaining by saying, "Your father's a company man. That means I'm signed up to provide entertainment at a company function at any time."

"I don’t…" then understanding dawned on Rachel's young face, her mother had never discussed what being married to a company man involved, but she’d learnt about it anyway,  "So you're going to be tortured and snuffed?"

Sally was a bit shocked, she hadn’t realised how much Rachel knew, but in this happy family moment she didn't want to admonish her, so settled for a brusque, "Of course."

Rachel tried to look disappointed, but couldn’t help being more intrigued. She’d long ago realised that her mother would always find a way to avoid discussing anything like that with her children, so whatever she'd learned had come from odd hints and playground gossip. She suspected her father had had the conversation with her brother Joel, but her mother had always blushed and awkwardly changed the topic when she brought it up.

"Will we be coming to watch?"

This time Sally really was shocked by her daughter, but tried not to show it. However, she was relieved by the answer she was able to give. "Of course not, love. The board meeting is a private function, I don't think they ever allow spectators."

Frank had been looking more and more uncomfortable during this exchange. Now he found his voice and broke into the conversation, stuttering a little.

"Actually dear, Rachel will be seeing the entertainment." The worst over, he spoke more confidently, "I'm sorry, I should have been clearer to start with. They want you both."

"Really!"

This news took Sally aback. She’d heard rumours about the board meetings, and had been hoping to entertain the directors without Rachel finding out exactly how. Then thoughts of her daughter’s modesty were pushed aside as she realised what this meant for her husband. As a result her voice bubbled with admiration when she spoke again.

"What have they got planned for you?! They must have you on the fast track if they want us both."

"Mum."

Both parents turned to look at their daughter, her face thunderous.

"You know I'm supposed to be going out with Chelsea this weekend.” Rachel complained. “Do I really have to do this instead?"

"Of course you do, Rachel. We're both signed up to the company." Sally spoke sharply, annoyed, she hadn't brought her daughter up to be so selfish. "You'll be helping your father's career, isn't that more important than a night at a club?"

"It's just not fair, you're always stopping me from doing my own things!"

It wasn't true, Rachel had at least as much freedom as her other friends. But, feeling hard done by anyway, she stormed out and up to her bedroom. A few seconds later the thumping beat up of a dance tune started reverberating through the house.

"Do you think I should go up and talk to her?" Frank asked, he knew Rachel could be a little emotional, but she was usually quite happy to help out when it came to her family.

"No. Give her a bit of time to calm down." Sally rested her hand on her husband's arm. "She's just upset because she planned to go dancing with Chelsea on Saturday. She'll be fine in a few minutes."

Upstairs Rachel was slumped on her bed, letting the music block out the world. Typical parents, she thought, never caring if I've got anything planned. Her mother was right though, she did like helping her family. As her anger subsided, she began to regret her behaviour, particularly on such an important day for her father.

She rushed down the stairs and into the kitchen, anxious to get her telling off over.

"Mum. Dad. I'm really sorry. I'd love to go with mum and be the entertainment for the board meeting." was what she meant to say, but the sight of her parents hastily adjusting their clothes stopped her at 'sorry'. Instead she heard herself asking, "What were you doing?"

Sally, looking flustered, lied with, "Nothing dear."

Her father, looking rather more relaxed and cheerful, asked, "So you're okay with Friday?"

"I'd love to do it, dad. I am sorry I got so grumpy, I was just a bit disappointed." Hoping to make up for her only behaviour, she added, "Is there anything else I can do?"

Her mother, who, having straightened her dress, was looking a lot calmer, responded, "That's okay love. Just so long as we don't get any more tantrums."

Relieved that she wasn't in trouble, Rachel was able to think about other things, had her parents had been having sex when she came downstairs? This curious thought brought up a new concern, which she quickly voiced.

"On Friday will I have to take my clothes off, I don't want to be exposed in front of strangers?"

Fortunately for Sally, who really didn’t want to answer that, Frank took this question.

"Of course you will, Rachel. The board aren't going to want to miss a chance to play with those lovely big boobs of yours."

Her hands flying up to cover her bust, Rachel stood, pink-cheeked and speechless, at her father’s answer. Sally seemed unable to speak either, while her husband just smiled at their reactions. The silence was broken by a new voice entering the conversation.

"What's going on here?" Joel, Rachel's brother, had walked unnoticed into the kitchen, still dressed in his muddy football kit. "What was that I heard about big boobs? Is Rachel finally going topless this holiday?"

"Really Joel!" Sally, shocked back to life, complained.

"Joel!" Rachel echoed, her brother’s teasing having its usual effect, causing her to say more than she meant. "This isn't funny. Mum and I are going to be the entertainment for this month's board meeting at dad's work."

Joel's face broke into a broad grin. "Excellent! Can I come along? Dad's company's board meetings are supposed to be legendary."

"Sorry son. Like we were telling Rachel earlier, the board meetings are private. Even I don't expect to be in there, they're only for the directors."

"Mind you," Sally couldn't help chipping in, "from the sound of it, it won't be long before your dad is a director."

"Oh well." Joel sighed, moving behind his sister. "I'd better make the most of it now."

In one swift move he reached round to grab one of Rachel's substantial breasts, pinching down hard on the nipple. His other hand slid under her skirt and into her knickers.

"Oi!" Rachel exclaimed in surprise, as his finger roughly probed between her thighs before she could push him away. Her brother had never done anything like that. She complained to her mother, expecting her support as usual, even if Joel had taken his teasing to a whole new level, "Mum, he can't do that."

The reaction from her mother left her flabbergasted.

"Rachel." was her mother's slightly weary response. "I think it's a bit late now. The board aren't going to spare us on Friday. If your brother wants a little fun now, there's no reason he shouldn't."

Emboldened, Joel reached across and gave a tight squeeze to one of his mother's nipples, leaving a muddy patch on her blouse and eliciting a squeak, as much of surprise as pain. His father beamed proudly as Sally looked down at her top.

"Joel, you’re filthy!" Sally tried to complain. "You're going to have to take those muddy clothes off right now."

Seeing his father's expression, Joel decided to push his luck and gave his mother a big hug.

"Now you're pretty filthy too, mum." he said, grinning. "You'd better get out of those muddy clothes as well."

Sally looked to her husband, regretting giving Joel an opening. “We’re definitely going to be the entertainment on Friday? No chance of them changing their minds?”

Frank nodded. Sally sighed and began meekly undressing beside her son. Rachel, blushing at this totally unexpected turn of events, started to head for the door, but her father put a hand on her shoulder.

Now she was signed up to be snuffed, Sally wasn't prepared to argue if Ron or Joel wanted some fun with her, but she'd been relieved to see Rachel leaving at this moment of high embarrassment. It was with some horror she heard her husband say, "I think you should stay, Rachel. This could be educational.”

Rachel, despite the awkward situation, found herself watching, more fascinated then she cared to admit, as her mother and brother stripped in the kitchen in front of her. She was impressed with how good her mother looked naked. Thirty-eight, and with two children, she still had pretty smooth skin, and quite a bit of pertness where it mattered. Her biggest surprise, though, was her brother. It was many years since she'd seen him naked, and last time he hadn't had a substantial, rock-hard, penis sticking out proud from his crotch.

"Bend over then."

Even now Rachel half expected her mother to refuse. Sally, though, submissively turned round and bent over the kitchen table, her legs spread wide, revealing an unprotected pussy to her son's lustful gaze. With the impetus of youth, he slammed straight into her, drawing a grunt of pain as her unprepared snatch was forced open.

Despite the surprise attack, after only a handful of strokes it was pretty obvious Sally was not resisting, actually seeming to push back against Joel's penis as he hammered into her. Frank, who had been standing to one side, smiling at his son's performance, now turned to his daughter.

"I think you should get in there and give them a hand." he said, not failing to notice Rachel's red cheeks. Blushing or flushing? He couldn't be sure.

"Me?" asked Rachel, startled. "What am I supposed to do?"

"Come on girl. Use your imagination." her father encouraged her. "I know your mother likes having her nipples bitten, and I'd be amazed if your brother didn't like being rimmed, especially while he's buried deep in your mother's cunt."

Rachel didn't know whether to be shocked or excited. Her father had never spoken so coarsely before, and her usually reserved mother was now sprawled, naked, over the table, letting her brother drill into her. A sheltered upbringing had left her with a question though.

"Rimmed?" she asked her father.

"Licking his arsehole." her father explained. "Make sure you push your tongue right in. It's an amazing effect, ripples right along your cock."

"But he's only just back from playing football." This sounded disgusting and Rachel anxiously objected. "He's going to be all sweaty and smelly, particularly back there."

"Especially as I took a dump at half-time." Joel turned his head to chip in, a big grin on his face.

Again her, so proper, mother, bent over the table and strangely breathless, gave Rachel a shock with words she never expected to hear from that mouth.

"Come on Rachel, stop being so squeamish." Sally panted, thrusting harder against Joel's cock. "This will be nothing compared to Friday. I may not know what we'll be doing then, but I'm certain it'll be a damn site more than licking a shitty ringpiece."

****

In bed that night Rachel was surprised to find her hand slipping between her legs as she recalled what she'd done.

Remembering the smell of her brother's unwashed and sweaty arse was still making her gag a little. Joel having her kiss her mother, intertwining tongues, his sweaty, dirty smell on her lips and in her mouth. That bit had made her blush red with embarrassment - and her mother gag in turn. Then wincing with sympathetic pain as her mother cried out when she bit down on her teats, hard enough to draw blood.

Rachel wasn't sure why she'd masturbated so fiercely. Why the memory of having her face pushed into her mother's sagging snatch, to lick up the dribble of her brothers cum from that dark hairy bush, was the thought that pushed her over the edge into her own orgasm.

This story is a fantasy, set in another place, with only the slightest passing nod to our reality as it’s glimpsed on a distant horizon. If this isn’t immediately apparent to you, I strongly suggest you seek urgent psychiatric care.