Chapter 8

Gina and I had been having our clandestine affair for just over six months, spending as much time together as possible without arousing suspicion; generally, a couple of hours snatched here and there; not perfect, but in our circumstances it was all we could sensibly manage. 

The sex was as good as ever, Gina would always be in just stockings and heeled shoes, and within five minutes of me walking into her house, her lips would be wrapped around my cock. If we were lucky we'd get to see each other on my day off from work on Saturday, sometimes stretching into Sunday. It was on one of these weekends that everything went pear-shaped.

It was on a Saturday afternoon, I'd been there about two hours. We were in the kitchen, Gina was bent over the table, her stocking-clad legs apart; I was behind her, my cock in her pussy, fucking her for all I was worth while she kept begging me not to stop; we were so engrossed we never heard the front door open and close.

"Mother"! We both looked at the doorway. It was our worst nightmare; Sandra was standing there and she wasn't happy. "Mother, what are you doing"?

"Oh god Ssssandra", She stammered. I just stood motionless, my cock still buried in Gina's pussy.

"We're fucking Sandra", I said. "What does it look like"?

"But you're half her age", she snapped.

"What the hell difference does that make? We're two people who find each other sexually attractive", I retorted. 

My erection had now subsided and my cock had slipped from Gina's pussy. She turned around and faced her daughter, not attempting to cover herself up.

"Cover yourself up Mother", she said.

"I will do no such thing", Gina snapped. "This is my house and I will do as I damned well like". Her face was one of indignation. I looked at the pair of them.

"Why don't we go in the lounge and talk this over", I suggested.

"Good idea, come on Sandra, you too Phil", said Gina. "Don't bother dressing; she's already seen you naked". We both followed Gina into the lounge, Gina positioning me between them.

Once in the lounge, Gina and I sat together on the sofa, Gina with her legs apart. She was intent her daughter wasn't going to bully her. I opened mine slightly, displaying my flaccid cock and clean-shaven pubic area; Gina had shaved me that very morning; I caught Sandra looking in my direction more than once and the look on her face wasn't one of disapproval.

"How long has this going on"? She asked. Her gaze never left the region between my legs. Was my brother's ex-girlfriend having indecent thoughts? Gary and Sandra had split two months ago after he found out she'd been fucking her boss when she'd supposedly been working late.

"We've been seeing each other for about six months if that's what you mean. Since the Barbie Phil's parents had in June", answered Gina. "He stayed the night after dropping me off at home".

"You mean he made a move on you when we'd left you in the car", Sandra replied.

"No, I made the first move", Gina said. She was standing now; I wish she hadn't; my cock began to grow. 

"We spent the night making love and do you know something Sandra, it was wonderful. Wonderful to have a man appreciate me and my body. I did things that night I had never done before".

"What do mean by things you've never done before"? Sandra asked, looking at me. I did not attempt to cover myself.

"That is for Phil and me to know, it is none of your business", answered Gina sternly. She looked at me for the first time since she'd stood. 

"Oh Phil, you're hard again".

"Can't you at least cover yourself up"? Sandra asked me.

"Why the hell should I, you've not taken your eyes off it from when it slipped from your mother. What's your problem Sandra; you've seen cocks before, plenty so I'm told", I snapped back.

"Bastard"! She said.

"Oh dear, have I hit a nerve"? I asked sneeringly.

"This is getting us nowhere", interrupted Gina, "and I've told you before, I make the rules in this house. Phil will stay as he is. Sandra colored up, both with rage and embarrassment, her eyes looking down to the floor.

"I'm sorry Gina", I said taking hold of her hand. I don't know what she thought I had in mind, but she sank to her knees and ran her tongue along my cock. It twitched so violently it nearly caught her in the eye.

"You two make me sick", said Sandra, "I'm off to tell his parents.

"SIT DOWN"! Gina shouted. "You are going nowhere. What do you think telling them will do. Do you think it will stop us? Well I can tell you it won't". 

I was proud of her; I'd never heard her stand up to her daughter like this before. Sandra tended to ride roughshod over her; now the tables were turned. Sandra sat in the chair, dumbstruck.

"Not quite the Saturday we'd planned is it", I said to Gina.

"Not quite my lover", she answered, her right hand taking hold of my still erect cock, her head lowering towards it.

"We can't, not with Sandra sitting there", I protested.

"Of course, we can, can't we Sandra? You don't mind if I suck Phil's cock do you"? I looked at Sandra as she sat in the chair.

"No mum, I don't mind. This is your house", she answered in a very reproachful voice.

"See my lover, I told you she wouldn't mind", said Gina as she took my cock in her mouth. I looked at Sandra; she was watching her mother, not in a way that spelled disgust, but of someone who had been firmly put in their place. 

Gina was making sounds I'd never heard her make before; she was enjoying her victory. I looked at Sandra; she was close to tears. I couldn't help smiling; this was so sweet; the bitch who'd shagged behind my brother's back was getting her comeuppance. 

I was reveling in the glory so that I didn't notice I was coming until I shot my load into Gina's mouth. She raised her head; come was dribbling from the corners of her mouth. 

Her head moved to mine; I knew what was coming and opened my mouth. She stopped and told me not to swallow it; our lips then made contact and I felt my spunk flow into my mouth.