Oh fucking hell it's Brendan yet again!

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Mothering Sunday part one by T Smith

The first time Brendan Lee saw his mother naked was an epiphany for him. She was taking a bath and he had to use the toilet. As he entered the bathroom; Mrs Lee was soaping her huge breasts, paying particular attention to her extraordinary areolas. Tweaking her erect nipples. Running her fingers in a circular motion around each proud nipple, first in a clockwise motion, then anticlockwise; every now and then tugging on each nipple very hard before once more softly moaning as she caressed them for a few moments. Then starting the whole process again. All the while her progeny watched attentively as he sat dribbling piss into the pan.

Brendan had a very low attention span. His advanced mental acuity meant that he had to have all manner of stimuli with which to sate his thirst for knowledge. Most of the time you could not find him anywhere about the small house that he lived in with his mother, father, aunt and two other sisters; unless of course you knew where to look. If you were to creep quietly up to the cupboard hole under the stairs and look through the cracks in the wooden door you would find him. A flashlight in one hand, one of his father’s art magazines in the other.
He had stumbled upon a fabulous pantheon of epic proportions to the God of filth. His father was obviously a devoted follower of this particular deity and had amassed most of the hard core pornography in the Western world.

All of the books, magazines and super eight films were of a pleasingly solid erection guaranteed, ejaculation sure to follow nature. There were periodicals featuring “Naughty Nina” and her mammoth tits; who would use her mouth in a very unusual way on young men’s cocks. He wasn’t really sure of why she did this but her communicating with their bell ends was done at such close quarters that it looked as if she mistakenly thought their winkles were microphones. There was a clutch of books which seemed to be for those people with a predilection for spanking. Brendan thought how many of the hairbrushes used were of the “Denman” nylon variety. He had found several of his mother’s brushes on a high shelf; out of sight. Maybe his mum was being spanked without anyone knowing. That would explain why she always returned from uncle Pete’s with a sore arse. She walked funny and could not sit down for ages when she came home.

Brendan became more and more interested in pornography and getting a glimpse whenever he could of his sisters, his mother, even his auntie naked. It was this obsessive behaviour and the fact that he was always on the look out for glimpses of snatch, tits and arses that almost certainly led to the demise of his parents eleven years of marriage. As he was spying on one of his sister’s friends he realised the man poking her was in fact his own father. After telling his mother of what he had seen. Brendan watched his father trudge off sadly into the night never to be seen again. Over the next few years Brendan’s sexual fervour grew out of all proportion to anything else in his life until:

One night Mrs Lee got in very late and was obviously the worse for wear.
“Wwwhaatt you fucking looking at?” she slurred at Brendon as he let her in.
“Don’t you take it out on him you fucking cunt!” came the unexpected retort from Mrs Lee’s own sister, Janice; who on hearing the commotion had gotten out of bed at the same time as Brendan.
“It’s not his fault you haven’t got any cock tonight. Why don’t you leave him alone?”
“Wwhhaat d’you fucking well say to me little sissster……..I’ll fucking chin you if you don’t mind your own bastard business” And as she said these words, she slipped down the wall that she had been leaning against since drunkenly entering the house. She was losing conciousness at the halfway point down the wall, then completely fast asleep before her soaking wet arse hit the vinyl flooring.

“Come here Brendan, you can sleep with me tonight sweetheart” said the big titted lovlie who was only wearing the briefest of nightdresses, her breasts and muff were clearly on view to anyone who happened to look. And she got the boy up from behind the dresser, where he had been hiding for fear of his mother striking him. They just left Mrs Lee comatose, trumpeting out huge animal like sounds that might be described as snoring and repaired to the bedroom.

As she turned the key in the door to lock them in, first Janice flicked at the light switch to bathe the room in sudden darkness, then released the string holding her see through negligee up, and let it fall to the floor. Now standing in the moonlight; her enormous tits silhouetted against the dark backdrop , fully nude she beckoned the boy towards her; an open invitation to get to grips with her beautiful body and he was quick to comply. What was going to happen here he asked himself as he moved gingerly forwards. She clasped the boy to her breasts and could feel something moving and becoming larger at his crotch area.

“Time to take the Pyjamas off I think, well, aren’t you going to take them off Brendan, you ARE a big boy now; well judging by that bulge in the pants you are!“ and with that she undid the draw string and removed his bottoms to show her his quite extraordinarily large penis. The boy’s face betrayed his inner feelings and he looked as if a deer caught in the on-coming headlights of a Mach Truck.
“Let me stroke if for you, you would like that wouldn’t you sweetness?” Brendan’s eyes closed as first one finger, then two, three and then the whole hand began to roll his foreskin up and down, back then up, then back again. He had never known pleasure like this in his eighteen years. The talons stroking his cock were having a profound effect on his penis, it was bigger than he had ever seen it and very hard, he thought it likely that his organ was about to burst.

“Fucking hell, look at the size of that dick” she could not help but blurt out as it reached it’s full length and girth. The monster cock seemed to dwarf Brendan’s body, which was only very slight.
“D’you want me to suck it for you Honey?” she asked him rhetorically, before dropping down onto her knees and sucking his whole length into her willing, parted red lips. Janice was truly an expert at cocksucking, and so she should be; having sucked, fucked, licked, been dicked, had it standing up, laying down, up the arse, been double plugged, frugged, rimmed, fisted, twisted over a barrel, had it against a wall, in a lift, on a green, done it between stations on a train, screwed missionary, been buggered and just plain old shagged senseless. All in all she could have fucked, sucked, wanked and chucked countless men’s muck for England. And she was not yet even nineteen.

By this point Brendan could not control what was happening to him. But if he could have done; he was sure that he wouldn’t want to. His Aunt threw her head back, laughing loudly, then fell backwards onto the bed; parting her legs as wide as she could, she pulled Brendan towards her vagina and forcibly pushed his head down to where her sweet honey pot was.
“You have got to lick my cunt little man and then I will let you fuck me.” Before he could respond his face was pressed against her cunt and his tongue was darting in and out of her hole. Even with his face so close to her snatch, and with his air supply becoming scarce; he continued to work on her cunt as if he had been eating pussy for years. And not, in truth, only been tasting a woman’s parts for about ten minutes. His young face was flushing red, as he stuck to the task at hand. Faster and faster, his tongue probing deeper and deeper, within her most private place. Taking her higher and higher towards sensations of such pleasure; it was almost too much and she had to pull his face up from her minge.

“Right stick that monster dick into me Brendan and fuck me good!” And with no fuss the boy held his solid member at his balls and with a squelching sound entered her sopping wet fanny. This was a much, much better sensation of pleasure than he had just had. But as was usual for Brendan with his highly advanced emotions and mental state he took to fucking like a duck to water; and in no time to speak of he was bashing his huge cock into his Aunt’s cunt with an assurance that belied his very young age.
“What’sss happening Auntie I don’t know what is happening to my winkle…..” and at that exact moment he experienced ejaculation for the very first time.
“Ooohh! That felt fantastic Auntie. Wooahhh! I liked that, although my end of my penis is all messy and ooh look there’s a pasty stuff dribbling out of your front bottom.”
“Here wipe yourself down, and then come into bed, it’s very late and we have both got to get up early, I have to get the samples for my new dress over to Molly, and you, my little soldier have to be up for college in less than three and a half hours”

Janice snuggled up against the naked body of her sister’s off-spring and quickly fell asleep. And as for Brendan he could hardly sleep for trying to force his now permanently hard cock into her cunt or perhaps even her arsehole every time she moved in any way, or tossed and turned over, so her bum was rubbing against the boy’s penis. This went on for the next two and a half hours until her alarm went off for the first time at six thirty eight. Just before it was due to cry out again at six fifty two there was a loud knocking on the bedroom door. Brendan awoke with a start from an extremely fitful sleep. In fact he thought he had only just nodded off when he was roused by this noise at the door.
“Are you in there Brendan darling….mummy wants you up for college.” The lad jumped out of the bed and for a split second wondered why he wasn’t wearing his pajamas and why his Auntie was still asleep with nothing on except a pair of ridiculous sun shades eye patches which were supposed to block out any light and so aid restful sleep. She looked fucking lovely without her clothes on he thought; apart from the silly eye mask thingy which made her look like the Lone Ranger.