Simon turned his book around for me to read the first instruction, 'On the laboratory model provided', indicate the location or locations of:

1. Ovary
2. fallopian tube
3. Uterus
4. Cervix
5. vagina

I have to say that I blushed a little as I read the list of items that the boys had to indicate on the visual aid, I blushed a little more when I realised that the problem the boys had was, they weren't in their biology lab, so the life-sized model that was used to demonstrate everything from first aid lessons to parts of the human body was ten miles away in their locked school.

The red colour on my face deepened even more when I read the second part of the instruction, using the parts outlined on the model, discuss the human reproductive cycle...'No wonder they separated the boys and girls at Peter's school for biology lessons...they called it blended classes but the female teacher taught thirty girls from the top two classes in year nine and the male teacher taught the twenty eight boys from the two classes.

"You could draw a picture and label that!" I said helpfully...or was that hopefully.

Simon gave Peter a sly look and I could see that both boys were fighting to hide a smile that was trying to show on their faces.

Simon cleared his throat, "You could volunteer to model for us Mrs Clarke...I mean, Peter has seen you loads of times in your bikini, so you shouldn't be shy and your house is really warm, especially here in the kitchen by the Aga!"

I shook my head, "My bikinis are all buried deep in the store room with all the rest of my summer clothes!"

The grin finally manifested on Simon's face and Peter was looking away from me so that I couldn't see the grin on his face as well.

"You could wear your bra and knickers, they're just like bikinis aren't they?"

I shook my head again, "I don't think it would be right for me to strip down to my bra and knickers for your biology lesson Simon!"

Simon pushed his chair backwards and he stood up, I couldn't stop my eyes scanning down to the front of his trousers, he was hard as a rod of iron, tenting the front of his trousers out in front of him. I looked from the front of Simon's trousers and over to Peter's lap, he was still only wearing his pyjamas and his woollen dressing gown, he was trying hard to hide his own erect cock from me but he was failing and because he was trying to hide it, he actually allowed it to escape the fly hole on his pyjama bottoms...I considered that I should really insist that Peter wore underpants under his pyjamas...

I shook that thought off, I'd often seen Peter's little cock slip out of the front of his pyjama bottoms over the years and had never thought anything about it...it was only the Simon element and the damned biology lesson on human reproduction that has changed my way of thinking.

Simon had moved to the Aga and he picked up the boiling kettle and he made me a cup of coffee...something that Peter had never even offered to do for me...mind you...if Simon had offered to make my coffee, I would have turned his offer down but Simon didn't offer, he just steamed right in and made me the coffee.

Simon handed me the cup of coffee and then he kind of backed me into a corner, his body close to mine, like two similar poles of a magnet, as he shuffled in closer to me I was being repelled away from him until my back was against the counter top. I stopped moving away but Simon kept shuffling in closer until the rod in the front of his trousers pressed my dress against my belly. Simon nodded his head and he smiled warmly at me, "My mother wears the same perfume...isn't it 'Rose for Love' from The Greek Perfume Company?"

I nodded my head causing a wisp of hair to fall from behind my ear, covering my left eye. Simon reached up and swept the errant strand of hair back behind my ear but he didn't take his hand away, now he was cupping the side of my face, stroking my cheek and down onto my neck, he sniffed at the right side of my neck and placed his lips against my ear, almost kissing me there, "If my mum wears 'Rose for Love', I know that I have to keep out of the way because she only wears it when she wants to play mummies and daddies...and not always with my father...I noticed that she was wearing it this morning, I think that's why she dropped me off at school so ridiculously early this morning..." Simon's lips crossed the last millimetre gap to my ear and he actually kissed me causing a body quake to run through my body that Simon was bound to have felt through his cock as it was pressing hard into my belly, "...I think she's meeting one of her boyfriends in some hotel on her way to work today!"

Simon's lips kissed down under my ear to my neck and after several kisses, he gave my neck a playful nip between his teeth and his right hand slipped down from my left cheek, down over my shoulder, he stroked over the side of my left breast and onwards down over my rib cage. He had four fingers pressing into my belly, "Would you say that you have one ovary about here...Vicky?"

I nodded my head

Simon kissed his way back up to my ear, "Do you think that Peter can see where I'm touching you?"

I looked over Simon's shoulder, Peter's view of what was going on was being blocked by Simon's body. I shook my head, "No, he can't see anything!"

Simon's kiss was now on my right cheek, "Can I show him?"

I looked into Simon's eyes, there was something really adult about Simon's eyes...whenever I looked into Peter's eyes, I only ever saw a little boy looking back at me but Simon was old beyond his years...as I looked into his eyes, I could feel fumbling between our bodies and Simon moved his lips to cover mine, the tip of his tongue rubbing over my lips easing my mouth open, I took his tongue deep into my mouth and then shook the kiss off and looked over his shoulder at Peter again, he had moved slightly and from his new position he could see the very passionate kiss that that passed between Simon and me. Simon's right hand was now stroking the left side of my neck and he was smiling at me again because I'd shaken his kiss off.

Simon eased away from me slightly, the prodding feeling for his trouser covered cock into my abdomen eased off for the first time in almost ten minutes. His hand swept down from my neck to my collarbone, he was sweeping the neck of my dress open, he looked down quickly as I was looking at Peter. Simon lifted up onto the tips of his toes and he closed the gap between us again as I felt the front of my dress slip over my shoulder and fall down my arm. I felt Simon's rock hard cock pressing into my abdomen again but this time, there wasn't just the prodding of trouser covered cock pushing my dress and knickers into my body, I felt warm and sticky, just above the waistband of my bikini panties as Simon stood on the tips of his toes and he kissed the tip of my nose.

Simon said, "Your lingerie looks really sexy Vicky, it really suites you!"

I felt him pressing the tips of four fingers against my bare abdomen as the sleeve of my dress fell away from my left wrist.

"Would you say that my fingertips are over one of your ovary again...Vicky?"

I nodded my head.

"Can Peter see where my fingers are now Vicky?"

I looked to the table but Peter had moved, he was just a few inches away from me now and he was looking from my bra covered breast to the point that Simon was pressing his fingers into my stomach.

I nodded my head, "He can see clearly now!"

Simon lowered his body off of the tips of his toes, the end of his cock dragging down over my abdomen and when his cockhead reached the elastic holding my knickers up, his cock pushed the waistband down slightly, just enough to stop the friction holding them in place and my knickers catapulted to my knees. My jaw dropped, my mouth fell open and I realised that the right side of my dress had been pushed off of my shoulders.

I tried to stop it falling but Simon stopped me, he covered my mouth with his again and gave me another passionate French kiss.

Simon stroked his fingers up slightly, he formed a loop before stroking back down again slightly and over to my right..."Is that roughly the route that your fallopian tube takes on this side of your body Vicky?"

I nodded my head again, my eyes flicked over to Peter, he was watching his friend's fingers as they traced the line that my fallopian tubes would be taking if he could see inside my body...I noticed something else as well as I looked over at Peter, his right hand was inside the fly hole of his pyjamas, he was holding his cock in his fist and just rocking gently back and forth.

Simon was trying to kiss me again and he spotted where I was looking, "It's your turn now Peter, where is your mother's uterus?"

Peter reached out with his left hand but Simon stopped him, "Come on, you're not left handed, use your right hand and show me where your mother's uterus is!"

Peter let his right hand slip off of his cock and he reached out and put his hand over the area that my uterus hid under my skin, his pre-cum rubbing over my belly as he rubbed slightly in the right place, "It's here I think!"

Simon managed to kiss me and take my eyes off of the open fly of my son's pyjama bottoms, his cock, nowhere close to the size of Simon's, even though they were both the same age as each other to within a few days.

Simon pulled away from the kiss again and gave me yet another broad beaming smile and he spoke to Peter, "And where is your mother's vagina Peter?"

Peter's hand slipped downwards but bumped into Simon's cock, stopping momentarily before continuing down, pushing Simon's cockhead through my pubic hair, Simon took full advantage of Peter pushing his cock down and he pressed forward as the head of his cock turned the corner so now Simon's cockhead was rubbing against my clitoris as Peter said, "Around here...I think!"

Simon kissed me again...no, he didn't kiss, I thought that's what he was doing but he didn't, he took a little of my bottom lip into his mouth and bit it gently before he said, "Don't you think that it's very remise of the text book not to mention a woman's labia majus, her labia minus or her clitoris Vicky?"

Peter's hand was now being pressed hard into my belly by Simon's belly, trapping peter's hand between our bodies as he rubbed his cock further along the furrow between my own labia majus.

I didn't consciously nod my head but realised that I had, "I mean to say...my mother's biggest gripe whenever she gets a new lover into her bed, is that she has to teach him where her clitoris is...it can't be our fault when the school biology classes never teach us boys what a clitoris is or where to find it...don't you agree that every boy should be taught what a clitoris is, where it is and how to use it Vicky?"

I found myself nodding my head again.

"Simon eased his belly back slightly, freeing Peter's hand before saying, "Peter, do you have any idea where your mother's clitoris is?"

Peter pulled his hand away from my belly and returned it to his own cock, this time, Peter wasn't just gripping his cock in his fist as he rocked gently back and forth, this time he was pinching his cock between his index and middle fingers and his thumb as he rubbed himself quite openly now and he said, "No, I have no idea what a clitoris is Simon!"

Simon replied, "I know where it is and I can show you exactly where it is and how to use it to delight a woman...would you like me to show you?"

I knew that although Simon was directing his comment at Peter...he was actually speaking to me, Simon was asking for my permission to show my son where my clitoris was...I have to say that Peter's father never had any idea where my clit was or how to use it so I knew that he'd get no help in that direction from his father but I still shook my head in answer to Simon's request.

Simon closed his body into mine again but his movement was swift and there was upwards pressure from his cock against my gash, the head of his cock rubbing hard against my clitoris, giving me a thousand volt shock between my legs...Simon wiggled his hips from side to side, rubbing the top of his cock back and forth over my sensitive little spot and as he did that movement, he whispered, "Come on, you taught him how to wash his cock when he was a baby, you taught him how to wipe his bottom...aren't you going to help him with something far more important...how to pleasure his girlfriend when he gets one?"

This time I know that I didn't nod my head in agreement but I had stopped shaking my head by now.

Simon pulled his cock out from between my legs, he dropped into a crouch in front of me, his hand caught my knickers as they hung around my knees, pushing them down to my ankles, he kissed my abdomen as he moved his foot to trap the crotch of my knickers between his foot and the tiled floor, he started to stand up again, his hands behind my legs, he lifted me easily off of the floor with his hands just below my buttocks...lifting me clear of my knickers as well as the floor, dumping me in a seated position right on the edge of the worktop.

My right knee was on the outside of his left hip and Peter was already pulling my right knee towards him with his left hand as he rubbed his little cock a little faster.

Simon rolled his body in close again, his cock rubbing my gash again but in my new position, instead of his cock rubbing along my gash, his cock actually entered my vagina and his tongue entered my mouth, he rocked back and forth, his cock rubbing in and out of my cunt...I knew that he was doing it but I just couldn't admit it to myself that Simon, my fourteen year old son's best friend was fucking me on the counter top with my son watching what he was doing so closely that I could feel Peter's breath on my inner thigh as he was bending down looking at his friend's cock sliding in and out of my body.

I knew that everything that was happening was wrong but I'd long gone past being in control of my actions. It only took Simon a few seconds to reach his tipping point and as he gasped through his orgasm, he pulled his hips back and turned slightly, the first jet of semen leaving his cock wasn't in my cunt, it splashed down over Peter's cheek because he was watching his friend so closely.

Simon dropped into a squat again, he lifted my right knee over his left shoulder and pulled my body open even wider, "Can you see the red spot Peter?"

Peter nodded his head.

"That's your mother's clitoris...and the little flap of white skin trying to cover it up is the hood!"

I couldn't see Peter's right hand because he was bending over to look closely at my cunt but I saw his left hand move towards my pussy before he hesitated.

Simon laughed, "It's okay to touch it, women love having their clit's played with..." Simon lifted his right hand, he pressed his index finger just above my clitoris and pressed inwards and up, my clit popped out into the open, "...your mum's lucky Peter, her hood is very thin and really flexible, it's really easy to move it out of the way and a woman gets a lot more pleasure from an exposed clitoris than from a hooded one...just rub it gently!"

Peter's finger brushed over my now exposed clit and I almost levitated off of the counter top as every muscle in my body jerked at my son's touch.

I wasn't the kind of woman who played with myself or spent much time looking into my inner body...in fact, this was the first time I'd actually seen my clitoris exposed in this way and the first time in my memory that my exposed clit had been rubbed. Simon encouraged Peter to rub a little harder, he looked up at my face, "Vicky, do you prefer your clitoris to be rubbed or to be licked?"

I didn't answer, I just gasped as a massive climax rolled through my body.

Peter's breathing increased, he was getting himself off, closing in on his end game and the strangest thought crossed my mind...not, 'Oh my god, my son's whacking himself off while he's massaging my clitoris...' but...'I wonder if Peter is still a dry humper or does he actually fire off real bullets now that he was fourteen years old'...I assumed that Peter masturbated, all men do it, even happily married men masturbated themselves from time to time because they got something from masturbation that they didn't get from having full sex.'

I saw a glint in Simon's eyes, he suddenly grabbed the collar of Peter's pyjama jacket, Simon pulled Peter upright and then he pushed Peter between my legs and before I had the chance to say, "He can't do that...it's incest!" he already had done it...Simon had seemingly casually pushed Peter but his aim was spot on, Peter's cock slipped into my cunt just as he fired his magazine of bullets off in my body and instead of me pushing Peter away from me, Simon was holding Peter's hips in place so that his cock was still engaged in my cunt and now he was pushing Peter's face closer to mine, Peter kissed me, his seed dribbled out of the end of his cock deep inside my belly and as we kissed, Simon was unfastening my bra and pulling it off over my shoulders so that now I was totally naked sitting on my kitchen counter top.

I felt every movement of Peter's cock as it shrank down and began to retract back into his body and as his cock finally slipped out of my body, there was the sound of a splat on the tiled floor that caught Simon's attention. Simon looked down, saw the lump of jellified semen on the tile and said, "Are you out now Peter?"

Peter's lips were still pressed against mine as he nodded his head and Simon pulled Peter away from me quite roughly, pushing him to one side so that the pathway to my pussy was open and Simon filled that space again. As Simon's cock slipped into my well oiled fanny, he pushed against my neck, pushing my upper body away from him until my shoulders pressed into the tiled wall behind my counter top. Simon obviously wasn't interested in kissing me as he fucked me this time but he was interested in manhandling my tits as he fucked me.

My husband had never really shown any interest in my breasts, he showed little interest in my body at all, if he accidentally touched my tits when we were in the middle of one of our five sex sessions a year, he almost apologised for being so forward but Simon liked playing with tits, he was mauling my breasts as he fucked me and he wasn't being the slightest bit gentle with them.

In just thirty seconds I discovered something new about myself...I actually liked having my tits mauled hard while I was being fucked, it gave me an explosive orgasm and that powerful orgasm spurred Simon on to handle my tits even more violently.

Simon was rolling my nipples between the tip of his thumb and the side of his index finger like he was tuning in some difficult to resolve radio station. Simon realised from my body's response that I loved the rough handling on my tits and he changed things up a little and stopped tuning my titty radio station in and he started biting my nipples as he squeezed my tits hard with both hands.

I seemed to be on an orgasmic rollercoaster for an hour before Simon reached his second orgasm, this time, he didn't pull away from me and fire his spunk off in Peter's direction, he locked in hard and spurted a gallon of semen into my body. He was still biting my tits as he panted through his final spurts but then something happened, there was a loud bang at the front of the house and a voice calling out, "Anyone home...I did knock!"

I gasped, "It's Peter's grandfather!"

Simon pulled out, he scooped my dress up off of the floor and threw it at me, he also snatched my knickers and bra up too and hid them in his school bag, I slipped my dress on and fastened alternate buttons to close my dress as quickly as possible and I was actually struggling to fasten the final few buttons as Ron walked into the kitchen.

"I'm sorry to burst in on you like this Vicky...oh, hi guys...home schooling?"

Peter nodded his head.

"What lessons are you doing at the moment?"

Simon answered, "We're doing human biology, the reproductive system but Peter's mum won't let us use her as the visual aid!"

I said, "That's quite enough of that Simon!"

Ron smiled at me as he sat opposite Peter and Simon at the kitchen table, he looked over his shoulder at me and said, "I'm supposed to be with the vet doing our annual TB testing on the cows, he's over the road at the pastures testing all the new mothers and I thought that I'd take the opportunity to grab a coffee before I have to drive him over to the top meadow to see the main herd."

I moved away and made Ron a coffee, returning to his side and placing the mug of coffee in front of him, "Should I make up a thermos for the vet, I'm sure that he'd love a coffee on the drive between the pastures and the top meadow!"

Ron hooked his right arm across my lower back, his hand looped over my right hip and he pulled me into his side, leaning the side of his head against my left breast as he talked to the boys about their school work, Simon said, "We're supposed to discuss the various types of contraception...of course, when that part of the lesson was designed, there was supposed to be thirty boys in the group...so it is harder with just the two of us!"

I felt Ron's body move slightly, he was actually fighting to hold back a belly laugh, he took a few deep breaths and then he said, "What kinds of contraception do you know Peter?"

Peter gave his grandfather an awkward smile, "I know about condoms, they teach us how to put them on at school...and...the pill, the woman can take a pill every day to stop her getting pregnant!"

Ron nodded his head, "They are probably the two best known of the contraception methods...how about you Simon, do you know any other methods of birth control?"

Simon grinned, not an awkward grin like Peter's was, Simon's grin was a conspiratorial grin, "My mother says a man can do Greek sex with his wife so that she doesn't get a baby..." Simon looked at Peter, "...Peter's a quarter Greek isn't he?"

Ron nodded his head, "You'd probably better not use Greek sex in any exam, it isn't generally seen as a contraception method, just a form of recreational sex."

Simon turned his face into a serious expression, "Do you like doing Greek sex Mr Clarke?"

Ron looked up at my face and he smiled at me, "I'm married to a Greek woman, she expects that kind of sex, on the island that she comes from, girls are taught to give men Greek sex before they are taught to kiss them."

Ron's phone took a text message, he read the screen, "The vet only has five more cows to test so he'll be finished in ten minutes, any chance of that thermos of coffee and a few biscuits Vicky darling!"

I pulled away from Ron's side and filled a thermos with coffee and popped it in a bag with a few cupcakes and some bags of sugar and offered the bag to him. Ron didn't take the bag, he swallowed the last of his mug of coffee down and he stood up, he left the kitchen with me in hot pursuit, still trying to give him his bag. We walked through the living room and through to the little vestibule leading to the front door. Ron stopped, he sidestepped me and went behind me to close the door to the living room, I was still holding the bag in my hand as Ron pushed me up against the wall, his right hand was on my ribs and he lifted his hand up under my breast, lifting my left tit on the web between his thumb and index finger, he kissed me and then he whispered, "Let's give the boys a few seconds to get off...it must be driving the boys mad seeing you in your nightdress with nothing under it...no wonder the kitchen smells like a brothel...you've got both of them as hard as iron!"

Ron turned his hand slightly and he lifted the weight of my left breast.

"I got my senses back and managed to say, "It isn't a nighty, it's a summer dress!"

Ron laughed, "June bought you that nighty for your twenty-fifth birthday, I was with her in 'The Sleep Shop' when she bought it for you...I told her that she was wasting her time, I told her that you wouldn't wear a sexy nighty to bed so I was really surprised when I saw you wearing it out in the street the week after your birthday when you were out walking with Peter and John!"

There was another kiss, "I think we've given them long enough to masturbate by now and I have to get on...don't make a big thing of it...remember, all boys masturbate and if Simon and Peter do it together while thinking about you, it's just normal...just boys being boys, even if they help each other, it isn't a gay thing, it's just a pleasure thing!"

Ron finally took the bag with the stuff for the vet's coffee break, he gave me a final kiss, patted my buttocks and he left, walking across the road to the barn on the Pastures farm.

I opened the door to the living room and got a start, both Simon and Peter were in the living room, just inches from the door...the fact that the two boys were right there wasn't the shocker for me, the fact that they were both naked and both hard was the shocker.

I was saying over and over again, "No...you can't...we mustn't do it again!" as Simon and Peter dragged me through the living room to the stairs up to the bedrooms. Between them, the boys stripped me off all over again, as I fought one of them off, the other took over unbuttoning my dress. Peter was working on conjunction with Simon but Simon was definitely in control, Simon was directing things.

I ended up in Peter's bedroom, Peter was on his back on his bed and Simon was forcing my face down against my son's crotch. Simon was forcing me to suck Peter's cock...but not only that, I was being pushed and pulled into position so that as I sucked Peter's cock, I was now on my hands and knees on the side of Peter's bed and as I sucked, Simon was behind me easing his cock into my bottom...I was about to discover the technique needed for a woman to give a man Greek sex at the hands of a fourteen year old boy.

As I sucked Peter's cock I realised that far from being disgusted by the act as I thought I would be, I was actually getting to quite enjoy what I was doing and because Simon's cock was a little smaller than an adult male's cock, I realised that I even quite enjoyed feeling the cock in my bottom as well, at least it didn't hurt having a fourteen year old boy fucking me up there and I'd always heard that it was as painful of hell to have your arse hole invaded by a cock.

Simon had his third climax and he stepped away, allowing me to stand up and stop sucking Peter's cock. I looked at Simon's cock expecting to see a disgusting mess but he was actually wearing a condom...one of the condoms that the school supplied to boys for this part of their curriculum.

Simon tossed the spunk filled condom in Peter's bin and he pulled my face down to his own cock, forcing my mouth onto his flaccid cock but it quickly grew hard again. Peter hadn't cum in my mouth as I was sucking him and because I'd been sucking his cock for so long, he had very full balls, Peter didn't have a condom to sheath his cock in but he did put his cock where Simon's cock had been moments earlier...I wasn't on my hands and knees this time, just bending over to suck Simon's cock so Peter was standing up and fucking my bum with great speed until he emptied his balls up my bum.

It was twelve thirty when we came to a natural end, I'd just swallowed the first load of spunk in my life and it had been delivered by Simon's cock at the same moment that Peter exploded up my bum. I was in a bit of a daze as the boys led me through to the bathroom, they filled the bath with warm water and the three of us took a bath together...even though we were all totally naked in the bath, all thoughts of sex seemed to have evaporated and now it was just two fourteen year old boys messing about in the bathtub together, almost totally ignoring the fact that I was also in the bath with them.

After the bath, I went to find my dress again, it was on the stairs, draped over the hand rail where the boys had left it. I checked the little tag half way down the side seam, usually the tag just held washing instructions but this tag also had, 'Manufactured for The Sleep Shop Manchester'...so Ron was right, his wife had bought me a nighty for my twenty-fifth birthday and I'd thought it just a very pretty summer dress. I slipped it back on, again, I'd left my knickers and bra off, just the ultra thin nighty and I went to the kitchen to make the boys a sandwich for their lunch.

While Simon and Peter ate their lunch, they wrote a quick report on their set reading book for the Christmas holidays and I checked the school website again to see what their art assignment was. 'Draw, sketch or paint a winter landscape!'

I suggested a walk over to the top meadow where Ron and the vet were working, I could collect my thermos and food bag to save Ron coming back down to my house later on and Peter and Simon could draw the frost in the bushes at the side of the field.

I made a concession to the winter, I pulled thick woollen socks on my feet before slipping my wellingtons on and I wore a heavy thorn proof overcoat for the walk up to the cow meadow. Ron and the vet were just sitting in the back of Ron's Toyota Land Cruiser with the engine running, they were drinking coffee from my thermos and eating my cupcakes, using the table in the back of the Toyota as an office desk to fill in all the paperwork for the TB testing that had been done during the day.

Ron stepped out when he saw us approaching, the boys had their sketchpads and drawing implements. Ron realised that the boys had been set a drawing task and he suggested that I go and sit in the back of the Toyota and keep the vet company while he chatted with the boys about their art project.

I clambered into the back of the truck, double, well padded seats on either side of the truck with the table in between that could be packed down between the back seats to make a daybed with the backs of the rear seats forming the mattress. I sat opposite the vet and spotted his eyes falling down to my knees as I slipped into the seat opposite him, my coat fell open slightly, exposing my knees and the bottom of my dress.

The Vet smiled at the thinness of my dress and the incongruous look of thick fisherman's socks, wellington boots and bare legs to the bottom hem of my very thin dress.

He smiled and offered me a bite of his cupcake that I refused.

I found myself looking at the vet in a totally different light...I'd seen him many times...hell, when I was in year six at school, Paul was in year eleven and we all called him a swat back then...Paul was always destined to be a doctor, a lawyer or a vet. I was well used to men looking at me with lustful eyes, before today, if I had been in close proximity to a man like I was with Paul in the back of the Toyota, I would look away and turn myself so that there was nothing for the man to look at but today, for the first time in my life, I was looking at Paul's face, his hair was neatly brushed and he'd shaved that morning. Paul wasn't looking at my face though, his eyes were firmly fixed on my knees and he was wondering why I hadn't turned in my seat to hide my legs from him...I hadn't even pulled the bottom of my coat closed across my legs to hide myself from him the way I always had in the past.

I had to smile at myself when my eyes copied Paul's and I looked down from his face to his knees, not that there was any flesh on show on Paul's knees like there was at my knees. I followed the smart crease of his trousers up towards his lap and found myself checking out the bulge in the front of his trousers, he realised where I was looking and the bulge jumped a little. I felt a slight blush colour my cheeks and my eyes quickly flicked up to his face, he was smiling at me and nodding his head and then I spotted movement, he parted his knees slightly and nodded his head again, he was encouraging me to part my own knees a little and I was totally surprising myself because I was actually parting my knees slightly, allowing Paul to see slightly higher up under the hem of my dress.

The back door of the Toyota jerked open, I almost jumped out of my skin, my knees clamped together automatically and I spotted Paul covering the bulge in his trousers with his clipboard.

Ron looked from me to Paul, he grinned and then he looked back at me, "Can you check behind my driving seat, there should be a picnic blanket tucked into the space back there!"

I leaned away from Ron and looked behind his seat, "No, nothing behind either seat Ron...sorry!"

"The boys have nothing to rest their sketch pads on, I've offered them a blanket to lay on while they draw..." I saw Ron look at Paul's brown lab coat folded over the front passenger's seat's headrest and then he looked at me again, "...your coat's waterproof isn't it Vicky?"

I nodded my head.

"Can the boys borrow it to lie on...you won't need it in here, the Toyota's heater's very efficient!"

I would usually have objected, especially as I was only wearing five items of clothing, four of which were on my feet but I just gave Ron a sweet smile and unfastened my coat and slipped it off of my shoulders...remembering a few hours earlier when Simon had done the same movement with my dress.

I handed Ron my top coat and Ron closed the door on us and walked away into the field, Paul and I were both looking in Ron's direction as he stopped, turned and closed the gate into the field, he said in an overly loud voice, "Come round here boys, you can draw the hanging tree up on top of the hill."

Paul looked back at me and he placed his clipboard back on the table and then he burst out laughing..."I felt like a naughty schoolboy getting caught out by the teacher just then!"

I burst out laughing as well and nodded my head in agreement.

"Where were we?"

I shrugged my shoulders and looked into his eyes, he looked back down at my knees and then he parted his own knees overly wide, to give me a hint.

I blushed a little again and opened my knees slightly more than I had before.

Paul's grin widened and he had to slip his hand down the front of his trousers to give his cock a little breathing space inside his trousers before slipping his right hand to my left knee. He looked at my face, a curious expression on his face, expecting me to push his hand away from my knee but I didn't.

Paul looked all around, the back of the Toyota was a little like being in a greenhouse, glass on all sides of us, Paul checked that Ron and the boys were out of sight before he said, "How far can I go?"

"What do you mean...how far can you go?"

Paul slipped his right hand along my leg, from my knee to the bottom hem of my dress before he stopped for a moment, he smiled at me and slipped his hand a little further up under my dress. When he had reached as far as he could from his seated position, he slipped off of his seat and onto his knees at the side of the table. His hand was suddenly into fur and his smile widened more, "No knickers on Vicky?"

I shook my head, he looked at my chest and his left hand covered my right breast, "No bra either?"

I shook my head again.

"Did Ron know that all you had on under your coat was a dress and nothing else?"

I nodded my head.

Paul looked in the direction that Ron had taken the boys off in, I looked as well, Ron ducked back out of sight but there was no mistake that Ron had left the boys drawing at the top of the field while he had returned to spy on me and Paul.

"I think that dirty old dog Ron wants to spy on his daughter-in-law fucking the local vet...you feeling shy Vicky?"

"I'm usually very shy but I'm feeling a little reckless today."

Paul was just stroking the tips of his fingers of his right hand through my pussy hair as his left hand squeezed my right breast through my dress but after telling him that I felt a little reckless today, he pulled both hands back, he was holding the bottom hem of my dress in both hands, looking into my eyes as deeply as possible, giving me a moment to stop him and when I didn't, he pulled his hands apart, popping every button up the front of my dress in one swift movement.

He lunged forward, forcing my knees apart, his trouser covered cock rubbing against my cunt as his mouth fought to acquire mine and he started manhandling both of my breasts, much more roughly than Simon had done earlier but his cock was still inside his trousers and now it was my turn. I was looking over Paul's shoulder, Ron was now standing at the side of the bush growing around the gate post, out in the open now as I fought to open Paul's trousers and release his trouser snake...not only did I release it but I took control of it as well, heaving it into the open and pushing its head against my vagina.

I saw Ron move towards the hedgerow again and was surprised, I was sure that with me being now totally naked in the back of his car, he would move in to take a turn at me after Paul had finished with me. I heard Ron say, "You can't tell your dad Peter...do you understand me?"

I suddenly spotted Peter and Simon, one either side of Ron as they shuffled in closer to the side of the Toyota.

Having Ron, Simon and Peter watching as Paul fucked me gave me a far more powerful orgasm than just the act of Paul fucking me could ever do.

It was a day of total madness, I'd committed adultery with an old school friend, I'd committed incest with my own son and I'd broken at least a dozen laws with my son's best friend and now as Paul was jerking his seed into my cunt, I was wondering if my father-in-law was going to blackmail me into letting him fuck me as well!

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