Families, They're Complicated

Helen works hard as a Sales Manager for a packaging manufacturer in the central part of the UK, the Midlands. At home with her, is her 6 year old daughter Jenny. Her step son Philip now 19, is away studying film and media at university. The Ex husband has set up home with his third wife, a twenty year old child bride and seems to have little interest in either of his children.

Helen finished her day late as usual and picked up Jenny from a friend nearby, who collects her from school most days and gives her tea.

"Thanks Jez, you're a lifesaver as usual. God my job is getting me down, the hours. Well paid, but so boring and all those lecherous Sales Managers, grabbing at me, I'm so sick of it.

Sorry love, not your problem I know." Helen finished.

"At least you've got someone pawing you, not surprised with that face and body. Why did that loser husband cheat on you for goodness sake?" Her friend replied.

"Like most men, the little brain he has is in his cock, I'm well rid. Look we must make a wine drenched evening of it soon. I'm going to see Philip this weekend, if the stupid bastard in question, holds to his promise to have his daughter, just once would be nice for her.

Now I must relieve you of my gorgeous daughter, thanks again.

Jenny, stop watching the telly now and come to Mum."

A little blond rocket shoots out and grabs her Mother.

Helen picked up her daughter and after further thanks, took her out to the car. At least her lousy job comes with a nice car, a sporty 3 series BMW. They chat away in the car about her daughter's day at school and when they get home she gives her a quick bath and some milk and fruit before going to bed. The little girl is the one good thing to come out of her brief three year marriage. She adores her and her step son, who is a great lad too.

When Jenny is settled, Helen heated up some of yesterday's lasagne and slumps in front of the telly with half a bottle of red wine. As soon as the meal is finished and the dishes are in the dishwasher, she went upstairs for a shower to get off the days grime. In truth, her job involves a lot more than groping. You don't get the best sales figures in the company by flashing a bit of thigh and cleavage. Helen admired herself in the mirror as she went through her night time beauty regime, cold cream, moisturisers and the rest. At 33 she was still desirable, stomach pretty flat, long shapely legs and her best feature, 38D still firm tits, with big suck able nipples, if only, if only.

Too often, the big orders come at a price, a disgusting one, bent over a desk, short skirt up and underwear down. Fucked without any foreplay, by another obese, sweaty, grunting old man. She's really good at this though, moaning encouragement and pretending to orgasm, just to get it over with. Then usually the hard slap on her ass and squatting down to lick the shrivelled old cock clean .

Helen has this down to a perfect routine. She knows generally who'll need the encouragement to place a big order and wears some weapons grade lingerie that day and lubricates before the meeting, to make the idiot think she has the hots for him.

She was careful to wash herself out carefully, to get rid of the last trace of her humiliation. The worst of it is the bitch secretaries, they know of course, probably have the same treatment when Helen isn't there. The knowing smiles, the contempt, as if they are any better. Despite all this sex, Helen can't remember the last time she had an actual orgasm, except from her toys.

Finally, Helen slips on a nightdress and heads to bed. Despite the exhaustion the right hand spreads her labia and works on the clitoris. As usual, her fantasies centre around Philip, to her shame. Her own son, alright step son, but she felt about him as she would a son, despicable.

Next morning, having shaken her daughter awake, she went downstairs to boil them both an egg. When it was ready, she shouted up the stairs,

"Come on sweet pea, or I'll eat your egg too."

Her daughter ran down the stairs, screaming in protest.

"Now you remember you're going to daddy this weekend, when I go to see Philip at Uni."

"Oh mummy, why can't I come too?"

"You haven't seen your dad in weeks, he wants to see you."

"No he doesn't and that women really doesn't," Jenny finished, sulking.

"Don't say that. you know your dad loves you."

Jenny shook her head angrily.

"Jen, please don't think that. How could anyone not love someone perfect like you.

Now finish that milk, or we'll be late for school and mum will be in trouble again."

They rushed out to the car and Helen struggled not to cry. It was true, her bastard ex could hardly be bothered with his kids, either of them. She'd speak to him before the weekend, ask him to make a special fuss of his daughter. No six year old should think her dad didn't care about her.

The weekly routine rushed by and on Friday, Helen had Jenny's bag packed for her dad to collect her. She even tried to be civil to the pig on the doorstep, as she hugged Jen goodbye.

Next eskişehir escort morning, she threw a bag into the car and headed off to Manchester, where Philip was studying, Media and Film. Meeting up at his student flat, he gave her a warm hug, perhaps a bit too warm. He crushed her breasts against his chest and noticed her slight flush.

"Do you mind, we're meeting a few friends at a pub nearby to grab a bite. Then I'll show you around our studio, let you see what we're doing, OK?"

"Fine, I'd like to meet you're friends. Things are going well then, the course, social life?"

"Yes, great, we're even uploading short films onto the web, getting great feedback too.

Now come on, we can walk to the pub."

They strode off together, arm in arm. Helen felt happier than she had for ages, as they chatted about their lives. When they arrived, his friends were already sat at a table, nursing pints. She was briefly introduced, then they went to the bar to order drinks and sandwiches.

The boys eyed her up, appreciatively. Her short skirt accentuated a shapely firm ass and long legs and the tight blouse, her large firm breasts. They grinned at each other.

"She's perfect, do you think she'll agree, will Phil agree, she is his mum?" Andy said softly.

"Step Mum remember, I bet his lusted after her for years. What a babe, a woman, not the usual dim 18 year old airhead we normally meet. We just have to be friendly, encouraging and hope." Dave replied.

"If we can load it onto the subscription site, we could really rake the money in. I Don't know bout you, but my bank account is pretty empty." Bill chipped in.

"Come on guys, it's about the experience, making, editing the film." Conrad chipped in.

"Bull shitter, it's about banging that gorgeous woman, if we can, if she's, you know, up for it." Dave shot back.

" Now she's coming back, friendly and welcoming everyone."

Two of them got up to pull up chairs and make room. They really did get on well. laughing, giggling, chatting amiably. Helen was really enjoying herself.

"Did Phil ask, would you like a trip to the studio, look at some of the stuff we've been working on?" Conrad asked, he seemed to be the unofficial boss.

Helen nodded her agreement, admiring him as he stood up. God, he must be 6ft 6, very well built and very black. She took in the lump in his jeans, it seemed huge. Now that was stereotyping, about black cocks, still, be nice to find out.

Behave yourself, she thought, shameless bitch. They were all young enough to be her own kids, well just. Later, she was walking down the street, laughing, arm in arm with a handsome young man on each side.

"Two girls on the course, Sandy and Emma, Em, will be there, doing some work on a project." Philip explained.

After about 20 minutes they arrived at a lecture block and went up to nearly the top floor, into their studio. The place was pretty empty. When they arrived, Sandy and Emma introduced themselves. Then Philip took her around to some of the exhibits on the wall, drawings, photos of Manchester.

Sandy looked at the other boys, "What are we doing guys, she's nice, she's Phil's step mum, does he know about it?" Dave shrugged.

"OK then, given the chance, we'll run the cameras as we agreed, but I don't like it and I don't think she'll be up for it, in fact I'm sure she won't be." Emma finished.

"Look girls, this only happens with Helen's agreement, clear everyone?" Dave asked.

"Now lets join them."

They all gathered around Helen, explaining their work, with hands over her back, or waist. She couldn't help enjoying the attention, the hands, not that they were inappropriate. At one point Dave stood behind her, pointing up at a photo, pressing his groin slightly against her ass. God, was that an erection she could feel. She didn't try to pull herself away.

Finally, they sat her down with a cup of tea, to show a couple of their films. They were obviously good, documentaries about life in the city, interviews. When they'd finished. another boy, Joe, said,

"We were setting up for a shoot now, would you like to take part?"

"Me? I'm not an actress."

"No, it's not acting, more an interview, a chat," Joe replied.

"Well OK then," Helen whispered, doubtfully.

The boys sat round in a semicircle with Helen on a comfortable chair in front of them.

They started chatting about her life, her work, what she thought about the country. After a while, Dave said,

"Now we'd like to get onto personal things, explore your life, your sexuality."

"My what? no, that's not appropriate at all, no. I mean it." her voice rose.

"Look, you're in charge, stop whenever you want, but we're going to play forfeits, true or false. If you tell us a lie and we challenge it, you have to take something off, you must be honest."

"This is stupid, if you think I'm going to strip off," Helen was getting angry.

"It's quite simple, always tell the truth and you're fine." Conrad said, "Let's gaziantep escort start, who wants the first question?"

Helen gave Philip a look asking for help and he shrugged.

"Well, have you had any sex life in the last year, boyfriends?" Joe asked.

"No...no."

"How about work, you're beautiful, in sales, don't you get sleazy men coming on to you?" Will asked.

"No, t's professional, nothing like that." Helen replied.

"Liar, lies," They all chorused.

Helen didn't say anything, just slipped off her shoes. Sandy moved closer to catch the shoes dropping and her flush of embarrassment.

"Do they put their hands on you?"

"Yes," She whispered.

"I couldn't hear," Conrad said

"Yes I said," She snapped back and looked apologetically at Phil, who was flushed too.

"Do they try and take your clothes off then?" This time, from Dave.

"No of course not."

"Another lie I think Helen."

She looked daggers at Joe and did nothing for ten seconds, then unbuttoned her blouse and took it off. The pretty white bra was cut low on her large breasts, showing the areola and a hint of nipple. Helen couldn't look at the boys, hanging her head. They in turn were shifting uncomfortably in their seats.

"Can I get you some water love?" Em asked and Helen shook her head.

After a short silence,

"Would you,, you know, let them fuck you, if it's important for work?"

Helen nodded, but didn't speak, or look at any of them.

"Sorry about this, do you let them lick you down there?" Joe asked.

She could only nod again.

"Do you suck them let them cum in your mouth?"

"No, of course not, that's disgusting." She was getting angry now, but wouldn't chicken out and stop.

After a long silence, "I think that's a lie too Helen," Conrad this time.

Another long pause and she sat up, undid her skirt and let it drop to the floor again. Sitting down quickly to hide her groin, in skimpy pants.

Some of the boys groaned, even the two girls filming, were getting turned on. The boys were adjusting their jeans o ease the pressure. Conrad unbuttoned his and dropped the zip.

"Do you ever have to, you know, two men at the same time?" Sandy whispered as she filmed.

"Helen looked up, what do you think I am?"

"I think once or twice, you may have had to do it," Philip whispered.

"Philip, how could you, how?," Helen looked daggers at him.

Eventually, she reached behind and undid her bra, letting it fall, not trying to cover herself. There were gasps,

they are beautiful." Dave said.

Helen said nothing, quite oblivious to the filming now and starting to get excited herself. She needed someone, anyone to fuck her, but Philip was there.

"Helen, have you had two men at once, DP'd?" Dave asked.

"DP?"

"You know, one in the Ass, one in the vagina, at the same time." Em explained.

Now Helen was crimson with embarrassment.

"Did you enjoy it?" Dave again.

She could only, reluctantly, nod.

"Did you ever have more than two?"

"Please, stop it," but she nodded.

"Let them do your ass, perhaps two in the same hole?" This time from Joe

"No, never,"

"Sorry love, think it's another lie." Bill whispered, deeply embarrassed too.

An even longer pause and she stood up and pushed off her last garment, standing quite naked, hands to her side.

"No, please don't sit down, turn round will you, now bend down, touch your toes."

For some reason, Helen did as she was told. The boys all gave up and pulled off their Jeans and shirts, so they were naked too. Sandy bent down between two of the boys to film a close up of her fanny, clearly damp already.

Without saying a word, she stood then sat down again. Conrad was standing by her side and she was transfixed.

"Yes it's true what they say about black cocks, or sometimes anyway.," He smirked.

And he was huge, 9 inches and thick, with heavy balls. It was beautiful.

"Go on, you know you want to, look at it as a challenge, can you cope?"

Despite the tension, Helen had a fit of giggles as she reached out to touch him gently. Biting her lip, she ran her hand up and down his length, so hard and cupped his balls. She'd never seen, felt, anything like it and she looked up at him, with a stupid grin, not caring about anyone else, the cameras, Philip even. It was no use, she had to try and opened her mouth, pulling him down and licking the tip, delicious.

Experimentally, lowering her mouth over the glans and sucking, pushing more in. He gently held her head and thrust. Trying hard to relax her throat. a half of his length sank into her mouth, then her throat, sucking, using her tongue.

Another hand touched her head gently and reluctantly, Helen switched to the boy on the other side. He was nice too, such young, rock hard cocks, delicious, so different. This one obviously lacked stamina and after face fucking her for a minute, he groaned and she felt the first jets on her tonsils, giresun escort swallowing hungrily. Finished, he pulled away, whispering an apology.

"What do you mean, that was lovely, I love swallowing," Helen murmured to him.

"Hey, doesn't the lady deserve any attention guys?" Emma asked.

She put the camera down and knelt between Helen's thighs, pulling her ass to the edge of the chair and her thighs over the arm. Pushing two fingers in her, the girl licked and sucked her clit, drinking her juices, whilst Sandy went on filming. Helen gasped and pulled the tongue harder against her groin, whilst grabbing cocks with the other hand and stuffing them in turn, into her greedy mouth.

Helen noticed out of the corner of her eye, that Philip was hanging back, mouth open and holding a very nice erection, then her eyes closed as she came for the first time.

When she'd stopped shaking and opened her eyes, there was a small mattress on the floor in front of her, with Dave lying on it, looking at her hungrily.

"Look guys, this is crazy, stop, I can't, no, It's just wrong." Helen pleaded, but then said,

"You are all over 18, yes? I don't want to go to prison for raping you."

They all nodded, then pulled her up gently from the chair and over Dave. She was pushed firmly down and he entered her easily, sliding in his full length. Hands under her arms, lifted and pushed down hard, then again. God it felt so good. Another cock pushed against her lips and into her mouth, then another, another. Three boys stood in front, pushing in turn. Helen was accommodating her throat and could take all the boys in, sucking each hard. Another pair of hands grabbed her tits from behind, squeezing and kneading the firm flesh.

Dave started to groan and pull her down, grinding his cock in, till he released and she felt each jet against her womb. It felt lovely, though she hadn't come again herself.

Hands gently pulled her back to a kneeling position, pushing her body down over Dave's groin. She started sucking him clean, till another cock sank into her cunt from behind, without warning. Whoever it was. pulled back and smashed in harder, holding her hips. Helen had to admit, she enjoyed it rough, being used hard, no endearments or tenderness. Her head was gently lifted to face two more erections.

By this point, Helen was lost in the feeling, the pleasure of being gang banged. She was ashamed to admit to having had group sex before, more than once, but seven virile young men, never. She couldn't even think of the risks, Philip, the camera anything, it couldn't matter less. She heard a woman groaning and moaning, asking for more, harder, God it was her.

Her second orgasm hit like a steam train and she screamed, then collapsed onto the mattress, shuddering as if she was having a fit.

"Time out guys, the lady needs 10." Emma said and the two girls handed on their cameras.

They knelt beside her with a basin and flannels, to clean off the sweat and cum, then they gave her water.

"Sure you're OK love, hanging in there?" Sandy asked.

Helen just nodded, no way this was stopping, she wanted everything. It was a once in a lifetime, she knew.

"If you're sure then," Emma went back to collect her camera.

"Round two I think gents, but not too rough, eh."

Helen lay back on the mattress, propped up on her elbows. Conrad walked forward grinning and masturbating himself.

"OK then princess, now you're warmed up a bit."

Helen groaned, but really this was the main event she had been waiting for. He reached up for a couple of cushions to put under her ass, lifted and spread her thighs. Initially, he just ran his cock up and down her slit, pushing against her clit, till she was ready, reaching her arms up.

Conrad pushed firmly until he was three quarters buried in her, surprised at what she could take. She had been loosened up, but still screamed, ending in a groan and a wide grin.

"Bastard, you going to fuck me or what?"

He laughed, pulled back and gave her 90%, the next thrust, all his cock. This was the first white cunt that had coped with him. No substitute for a mature woman he supposed. He just slammed in hard again and again as she shook and quivered under the assault. After just two minutes, Helen had a titanic orgasm, screaming and clawing at his chest. Conrad still hadn't come himself and pulled off her, erect and coated with cum and her juices. Shuffling up to her head, he lifted it gently, for her to clean him. Helen licked and sucked greedily, then sucked at his balls.

"Philip. Philip, Philip, come on man, you know you want to." The boys turned and chorused to their friend.

"No, no, I can't, it's wrong." He said, pulling back.

Helen pushed up and away from Conrad, smiling at him.

"It's strange I know Phil, for me too, but if you want to, it's OK, honest. Only if you want to mind." She finished, holding up her arms.

The boys gently pushed him forward and he knelt on the mattress. Helen gently touched his erection and he jumped.

"Sssh, it's OK, no it's beautiful, shall I, you know?"

She pulled him to her mouth and very gently licked the tip. Swallowing and sucking gently, she knew he couldn't take much of this treatment and she wanted him inside her. They were both oblivious of the two girls coming closer.