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Rite of Passage - Different Sex Story - Chapter 351 by CopyKatto full book limited free
344 Jason's Journey Pt. 1 Ch. 1-3
Schaka
Chapter 1
Jason Beavaneax surveyed the grimy waiting room of the Collegetown bus station. The cracked greyish white tile was littered with the flotsam and jetsam of a public place. The occasional hot dog wrapper, the carelessly discarded cup and, yes, people marginalized by choice or circumstances wafted around the room. A maintenance worker with a short handled broom and dustpan was making a desultory attempt to clean up the trash. His duties did not extend to the people.
Aside from Jason, there were ten people waiting for this last bus of the night. They covered the gamut from a disreputable looking, rheumy eyed transient to a young couple. However, one denizen stood out from the rest. She was an older white woman. It was Jason's hobby when he traveled to people watch. He had a native ability to read body language. When combined with his minor in Psychology, he was very successful in reading the inner workings of a person's mind. This woman was under some stress. The firm set of her lips suggested that. The way she sat with her knees spread and legs crossed at the ankles suggested an asexual person or at the other end of the spectrum, a sexually repressed person.
The woman had an interesting face. It was moon shaped, weathered and lined. Hell, he thought, she had to be at least 50! Aside from a decent rack and some fair legs, she was typical of the truck farmers in the area. Grey mingled liberally with her reddish brown hair. Her dress was a threadbare faded print affair. It looked like it would hit just above her knees. He guessed she was 5' 7' or so, maybe 150 pounds. His eyes moved on, looking for a better travelling companion.
"Ben Lomond, Ben Lomond! The bus for Ben Lomond departs from Lane 1!" The dispatcher's nasal voice issued tinnily over the PA system.
Jason rose from the plastic bench, retrieved his backpack and casually slipped it over one shoulder. He stretched, his 6' 4", 240-pound football player's body loomed large in the tiny waiting room. He slouched slowly toward the boarding area.
Hearing the boarding announcement, the farm lady fumbled for her suitcase and purse. She stood and bumped into Jason.
"Excuse me," Jason exclaimed, moving quickly to the side.
The lady skittered back so quickly that the back of her legs hit the seat and she unceremoniously fell back in her seat with her legs flying into the air, her skirt billowing. She frantically used both hands to catch her dress. As she struggled to get her dress down, Jason caught a glimpse of a hairy pussy.
"That's...that's ok," May Allen stammered nervously.
Although May had some contact with Black men in and around her small town, she had never interacted with one. The closeness of this large young Black man intimidated her. She cast a sidelong glance, taking in his broad shoulders and well-muscled arms. His head sat like a block of mahogany on his square shoulders. His unusual slate grey eyes were penetrating, mesmerizing causing May to hold his look for longer than was comfortable. Her face colored as she realized he had probably seen her pussy. That possibility was embarrassing. She instantly regretted her rebellious decision to go without panties. However, Henry, her husband had made her so dammed mad by ignoring her. May flashed back to earlier that evening.
May Allen stepped from the shower and strode naked across the threadbare carpet into the bedroom. She retrieved two shabby towels from the linen cabinet. One she coiled like a turban around her greying red hair. With the other, she began drying her back, seesawing it back and forth. She was aware that her pendulous breasts moved in opposition to drying, swaying back and forth.
"Gawddamit, May, I don't see why you have to go visit your sister! I need you here to help with the chores.
Her husband, Henry, stood shirtless in the bedroom door in well-worn bib overalls. Dirt and straw from cleaning the barn covered him.
"First off, Henry, get the fuck out of the house and stop tracking mule shit, dirt and hay into my clean house! Second, I only get to see my sister a few times a year. I will go when I fucking well please!"
May placed one leg on the kitchen chair in the bedroom. Her husband took no notice of her nakedness. She dried first one leg then the other. She took the towel between her legs and vigorously dried her thick thatch of reddish brown pubic hair. A faint shock went through her as this action encountered her clit.
"Hurry up then! I need to get back here to finish cleaning the barn!"
I am standing here necked as a jaybird and all he is concerned about is cleaning the fucking barn, she thought. After thirty years of marriage and five children, it was as if I was part of the furniture. She turned to chest of drawers and retrieved a plain white bra. The faded label read 38C. She donned it and inspected herself in the cracked mirror. Her breasts bulged out of the top of the old bra. At 48, her breasts had lost the fight with gravity. In contrast to her heavily tanned legs and arms, they rested like large white melons on her chest surmounted by her large pink eraser like nipples. The rubbing of the towel had caused them to become hard and erect. Hard work kept her belly flat and her legs toned. Even so, having five babies left a pattern of stretch marks across her abdomen.
A quick inspection of her panty drawer revealed they were all in a sorry shape. They were frayed and worn. She angrily slammed the drawer shut. A woman should have a decent pair of panties to wear. However, her husband was frugal to the point of being scrooge like. To hell with it, she thought, he wouldn't let me buy any lingerie; I'll just not wear any! May had these moments of rebellion before. Unbeknownst to Henry, she often went to church without panties. It made her feel incredibly wicked to feel the breeze from the fans in the church blow across her naked pussy.
From their closet, she took her best dress, a faded flowered button up the front affair. It stopped about 1" above her knees; showing off what she thought was her best feature, her long, well-muscled legs. As she slipped it on and buttoned it, she felt a queasiness in her abdomen. Fucking great, I'm ovulating, she thought.
May and Henry had not had sex in nearly five years. She decided birth control pills were an unnecessary expense. Besides, her irregular periods suggested she was entering menopause. An unwanted pregnancy was the furthest thing from her mind.
"Here, let me help you," Jason offered his hand.
May was stunned at her boldness when she let his massive ebony hand engulf hers. Her tanned arm looked pale compared to the deep dark brown of his arm. He effortlessly pulled her to feet. She stood uncertainly in front of him. An unaccustomed warmth started in her nether regions and permeated her body.
Jason stepped back to let the lady move in front of him. He chuckled to himself as he thought about the beaver shot he got. Who would have thought that an older woman would go commando! As she moved in front of him and started toward the doors, he noted the soft sway of her full hips. Not bad, he noted, not bad at all! He stepped around her and pushed the swinging door, allowing May to move from the lounge area to the boarding area.
Diesel fumes assaulted his senses as he followed May through swinging doors. The old Scenic Cruiser sat in its lane, idling roughly and belching fumes. The paint job was faded and the exterior displayed the scars of years of use. Jason and May were the last ones to board. The driver, his grey uniform frayed at the cuffs and collar, took their tickets and ushered them inside. He and the old Greyhound retread had seen better days.
The migrant workers filled the first ten seats on the lower level behind the driver. Jason followed May as she moved past the smelly bathroom and up the stairs to the upper level. He noted the hard muscle in her legs as she climbed the few stairs. May was aware that he could see her legs well up her dress. She felt an odd little thrill. Henry never looked at her legs. She felt a dampness between her legs. It was followed by a heat that permeated her body. May brought one trembling hand to her ample chest. Dear god, she thought, what is happening to me?
May sidled up the narrow aisle, stopping midway of the upper observation section of the bus. She easily lifted her suitcase and was about to shove it in the overhead. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Jason standing patiently. Unlike the strong independent woman she was, she pretended to struggle because of its weight and the height of the bin.
"Here, let me help you," Jason offered.
He slid in behind her in the narrow aisle, reached over May and pushed the bag into the bin. In the process, his cock brushed over her full mature ass. The firmness of her ass surprised him. Did she push back against him?
Uncharacteristically, May pushed her ample behind back against Jason. An electric shock coursed through her. It felt to her like it started between her legs and radiated upward and downward through her body. She broke out in a light sweat. She felt a flutter in her abdomen and her nipples grew hard as diamonds. Her legs wobbled and she thought she was going to faint.
"Thank...thank you," she mumbled.
Dear lord, she thought, what has come over me! I actually rubbed my ass against his crotch. Lately May felt an unaccustomed heat course through her body. Some she knew were the hot flashes of menopause. The others were an intense sexual arousal. Her nipples were hard and sensitive. This usually occurred when she was ovulating. But the intensity of both was more than she experienced in years. It felt like he had pressed a shovel handle into her butt! Her knuckles turned white as she squeezed the arm of the seat. She felt the fabric of her dress rub her ass as he sidled past. Hurriedly, May slid into the seats. She watched as the large Black man moved past her to the rear. She repressed an urge to glance back and see his butt.
Jason smiled as he moved down the aisle toward the back of the bus. It was risky rubbing his cock over her butt. She could have screamed and that would cause a problem. Instead, she reacted as though she liked it. He planted his bulk into the five across rear seats. He rested his back against the wall and stretched out across the seats.
The ancient bus shuddered as the driver ground the gears into reverse and backed out of the boarding lane. The gears clashed again as he forced it into low gear and lumbered into traffic. With practice ease, the driver moved quickly through the gears and attained highway speed.
In his back row seat, Jason surreptiously eased his 16-ounce Coca Cola bottle from his backpack. The bottle was a 50/50 mix of Coke and Wild Turkey. As he took a sip, he caught the old white woman watching him.
May manufactured reasons for her to turn in her seat and catch glimpses of the young Black man. For some reason he fascinated her. An unaccustomed warmth spread threw her body. What is wrong with me, she thought.
When Jason caught her staring at him, he offered her a drink from his soda bottle. She was like a deer in the headlights. She wanted to turn away but she could not. A tidal wave of emotion washed over her.
"Come on," Jason implored, "have a drink!"
Despite her fears, May found herself rising to accept his offer. A pang of guilt shot threw her as she glanced down to see if the other passengers were watching. I am just going to the back of this very public bus to have a drink, she reasoned, why should I feel guilty? She thought about Henry. Her anger at his ignoring her welled in her. I am more than just a farmhand!
May walked the few steps to the back of the bus. She kept looking over her shoulder at the passengers on the lower level. She was not sure why she accepted a drink with from this stranger. Maybe it was an act of defiance at an uncaring husband. May slid into the middle seat, her legs extended in the aisle. To her right were two empty seats. To her left, Jason offered her the Coke bottle laced with Wild Turkey.
"I...I...I just want you to know I am married and don't normally do this kind of thing." May took a tentative sip of the spiked Coke. She sputtered as the heat of the liquor burned her throat. She felt the alcohol suffuse her body, warming her.
Jason watched as May took another sip. He noticed how her breasts rose as she raised the bottle to her mouth and leaned her head back to take a drink. Lawd, he thought, her jugs were as big as my Mama and my aunt. "Ma'am, all we are doing is having a drink together!"
Ma'am! The word aged her. It reminded her she was past middle age. Most of her life was behind her. It also reminded her of the obvious age difference between her and her newfound drinking partner. She carefully observed him as he took a big swig from the bottle. He could not be more than 20 years old! He was younger than her youngest! He was extremely dark with startling slate grey eyes. His shaved head was enormous, sitting like a block of obsidian on an almost non-existent neck. His broad shoulders nearly filled the space between the back wall of the bus and the seat. Her eyes trailed down over his broad muscular chest. His waist was almost waspish but flared to large thighs and legs. She felt a tingle that was partly the alcohol and partly the large bulge in his pant leg. That couldn't possibly be his cock, she thought.
"My name is May," she said feeling self-conscious about drinking with this young man
Jason noted that May turned toward him with left leg bent at the knee resting on the seat and the other in the aisle. Her dress rode up exposing her leg to the lower thigh. It was a well-shaped leg, lightly covered in a brownish hair. He accepted the proffered bottle. Time to up the ante, he thought. "I'm Jason," he said as he offered a toast and took a deep draught. He let his hand drop to her ankle. When she did not protest, he lightly squeezed it.
His hand was hot on May's ankle. She felt the heat move up her leg and warm her nether regions. She was a little high. Normally all she drank was the hard cider she and Henry made. The 100 proof Wild Turkey and Coke was going to her head. May felt like the world had shrunk to this little cocoon of him and her. It was like they were the only people in the world. She stole a look at his dark open face. His eyes were calm open pools of grey. I am the center of his world. All he cares about is me. When I speak, he listens, really listens. Henry never listened. It was a pleasant feeling. This strange young man made her feel safe and needed. She felt warm and adjusted the hem of her dress.
Jason watched as May's dress rose higher. It cut across her thighs, exposing all of her lower legs and a lot of her thighs. Her dress tightened across her breasts as she took another deep swallow. Jason thought he could see her hard nipples challenging the thin dress. She offered no protest as his hand slid up her lower leg, partially disappearing under her dress. A warm moist heat issued from under her dress.
May's skin tingled as Jason lightly caressed her lower thigh. The tingle moved up her leg. She felt herself getting wetter. The tingle moved up her abdomen causing it to quiver. It invaded her breasts, making her nipples harder and more sensitive. It suffused her neck, ears and face causing her to flush. Jesus Christ, she thought. What is happening to me? I'm behaving like a teenager on her first date. As he took a swallow, she watched his pant leg tighten as his cock hardened. It seemed to go on forever. Henry's was the only cock she had ever seen. This one was much larger. May licked her lips hungrily. She saw a hand move out and lightly squeeze the bulge.
Jason groaned as May squeezed his dick. He felt her fingers tightening and relaxing on his man meat. He lowered the bottle slowly. May's eyes glazed as her hand rubbed his cock. She seemed to be in a trance. A light sheen of sweat covered her forehead. Her tongue flicked across incongruously dry lips, moistening them. He let his hand slide slowly up her dress. The hair on her legs felt like silk. He stroked back and forth, each time he moved further up her thigh pushing her dress higher.
May started as she felt the back of Jason's hand brush lightly against her pubic mound. Her eyes rose and locked with his. I should stop this, she thought. It has gone too far. May moaned as Jason's finger moved gently up her sodden slit. Her fingers tightened on his cock. Reluctantly, May removed her hand from Jason's cock. Using both of her hands, she grabbed his invading hand and held it tightly. She groaned as she pushed his arm back, causing his finger to slip out of her aching pussy.
"We must...we must stop," she groaned haltingly, "this is just not me!"
Jason scooted forward so that their knees on the seat touched. With his free hand, he reached out and stroked her chin with the back of his hand.
"You know," he said, "perhaps you are right!"
He leaned in, cupped her chin and lightly touched her lips with his. He let his tongue slip out of his mouth and slide lightly across her parted lips. His free hand roamed down her neck, causing May to tremble at the feather lightness of his touch. He moved from her lips to her chin, lightly kissing it and planted kisses on either side of her neck. His free hand slowly unbuttoned first one then another of the buttons on her dress.
Jason caressed her breast through her bra as he planted kisses just above her cleavage and then on the fleshy mound of each breast.
"Yes, yes this is so wrong," May gasped loudly, "I'm married, and I'm a Christian I can't cheat on my husband."
Jason pushed her bra up over the quivering mounds of her breasts. Her nipples were pink and rigid. They were as large as the first joint of his thumb. He lowered his head and gently suckled.
"Does your husband do this?"
May released his wrist. With one hand, she pressed his head into her bosom. She breastfed all of her children. She loved the intimacy of those moments, the feeling of completeness as the issue of her womb was nourished by milk from her breasts. Henry always wanted the door closed. He felt it was not seemly for a man to watch a woman feed her babies.
"No, never," she moaned.
She again grasped his cock and began squeezing it. Her gasps turned to moans as he nibbled lightly on one nipple while pulling on the other with his thumb and forefinger.
"You are so beautiful, so beautiful," Jason moaned, suckling on her rigid nipple.
May responded to the light pressure of Jason's hand on her chest pushing her back on the seats. She lay back as he kissed each nipple. He planted kisses on her abdomen, and then let his tongue explore her navel.
May's body undulated under Jason's ministrations. Her skin was hypersensitive. Each kiss sent sensations coursing through her body. She felt like she was on fire. Where is he going, she thought. Oh no, he is not going to kiss me down there.
May grasped Jason's head in both hands and tried to push him away.
"No...no...not there...not there!"
Jason pushed her hands away. When she tried to close her legs, he forced them apart with the pressure of his head. Finally, he planted that first sweet French kiss on May's labia. He ran his tongue up and down each lip. Then he started at the bottom and let his tongue part her lips and move slowly up until he flicked her clit.
"Does your husband do this?"
"Oh god...oh god...oh god!" May's hips bucked against Jason's head as he alternately licked and kissed her engorged labia. When he took her pussy lips in his mouth, she felt a pressure building. It was as though she was about to explode.
"Please...please...stop...I can't...oh my god...oh my god!"
Jason raised his head, his face smeared with May's juices.
"Should I stop?" He knew she was too far gone to want him to stop.
Wild eyed, May raised her head. She looked at Jason's sweating face. All of her life she had believed that oral sex was filthy, an act performed only by degenerates. Now this young Black man had her nearly naked with his face buried between her thighs.
Mini orgasms wracked her body. Her vision was clouded with sweat and lust.
"Don't stop," she whispered. She wrapped her legs around his back, giving herself up to the delicious, forbidden kisses.
Jason took her clit in his mouth and sucked it hard. It engorged with blood, growing in length and girth. He slipped two fingers in her tight, dripping wet pussy and finger fucked her. He could feel her vagina spasming as her orgasm overtook her.
Helen was having an out of body experience. She was above them, watching the back of his sweating black head between her thighs. She watched her hips thrust against his face. Her face was contorted in unaccustomed lust, her mouth open. She saw herself suddenly spasm as though electricity had shot through her body, twitching, contorting.
Only the distance from their fellow passengers and the roar of the engines that prevented them from hearing May scream as her orgasm rocked her body. Her thighs clamped tight around Jason's head. She forcibly pushed his head against her pussy. And she squirted! The force and quantity of her ejaculate filled his mouth. Try as he could, he could not drink it all down. In addition, when he closed his mouth, the stream went up his nose! Jason forcibly pushed her thighs from their vise like grip on his head. He rocked back on his haunches enduring a fit of coughing. May's come covered his face and dripped on to his already soaked tee shirt.
May turned bright red. She was very embarrassed. She sat up, unconsciously letting her dress drop to her waist, fully exposing her breasts. Their vigorous foreplay caused the skirt portion of her dress to also rise to her waist. Her pussy hair was soaked and gleamed wetly.
"Oh my god, I am so sorry," she wailed, making ineffectual attempts to wipe her ejaculate from his face.
Jason slowly recovered from his coughing fit. He extended one hand to reassure her and inadvertently touched her breast. He squeezed it.
"It's ok," he managed to choke out; "I'm ok!"
He took the tail of his tee shirt and wiped his face.
"I don't know what happened. That has never happened before!"
Jason smiled inwardly at this role reversal. The young was educating the old.
"You had an explosive orgasm and you squirted"
Jason glanced down the aisle of the bus. The people in the lower portion of the Scenic Cruiser were sleeping.
"I've never done that," May wailed, "but then I have never had someone kiss my...me...
Down there!"
He undid his pants and slid them down around his ankles. May watched as his huge pole sprang free. The size stunned her. He was at least two inches longer than Henry. Her hand was barely able to encircle it.
Jason reached over and placed one hand behind May's neck. He applied gentle pressure, pulling her head down to his throbbing cock. He could feel her resisting.
"Come on, May, you can do it!"
May was in a panic. Yes, she had heard about... this. She knew what he wanted her to do. She read about it in books. Sometimes at the church socials she and some of the other women had whispered conversations about it. One woman had even claimed to have done it once. But the consensus was only loose women did such things.
"Please... please I...I can't!"
Jason increased the downward pressure on her head. He grabbed a handful of her hair and twisted it.
"You know you are going to do it! Just as you knew you wanted to get fucked."
Conflict raged in May. Why was she doing this? Something was changing in her.
May felt the bulbous head of his ebony tool touch her lips. He moved it back and forth across her lips, smearing them with his pre cum. Reflexively, May licked her lips. His pungent saltiness invaded her mouth. The taste made her lightheaded. Like a cat, she let her tongue flick across the head of his cock.
"Please don't make me!" She moaned. Between her protestations, her tongue explored his dick head. The taste of his juices was as intoxicating as the Coke and Wild Turkey they drank. She groaned as he forced it into her mouth. It filled her mouth. She had trouble breathing. The corners of her mouth ached from stretching to accommodate it. She felt his grip on her hair tightened as his hips pumped forcing more and more of his cock into her mouth. May felt a gooey wetness between her legs. What is happening to me, she thought? Almost impossibly she felt his man meat swell in her mouth. She tried to pull back, knowing what was coming. But Jason held her head tightly, his grip on tufts of her hair was painful but arousing.
As he came, pumping copious amounts of his seed in her mouth, May's pussy went into spasms as her orgasm overtook her. As her body undulated from the force of her orgasm, she choked on his seed. It ran out of the corners of her mouth and ran down her chin.
Jason's grip loosened as he pumped his seed into May's mouth. May collapsed on his crotch, his cock trapped between them, spewing its juices down her cleavage, staining her bra.
Jason lay on his back, his chest heaving. One hand lay on May's head stroking her hair. The other lay on the floor of the bus. For her part, May's head lay on his still hard cock. She could feel the wetness between her legs as she gradually came down from her orgasm. She was aware of the wet stickiness on her breasts. Her bra clung to her chest with its wetness. She amazed at the eroticism of feeling his cock pump its last spurts between her breasts and over her abdomen.
"Wow," Jason exclaimed, "that was amazing!"
May raised her head and looked at the perspiring face of her lover. She was exhausted. She could sleep right here. She groaned as he pushed her off him and swung himself into sitting position. She could feel his sperm covering her breasts and belly. She wiped one hand over her body, trying to remove his come. All she succeeded in doing was smearing it over her body. She held her hand in the air, looking around for something to wipe it on.
"Lick your fingers clean!" May looked first at Jason then at her come covered hand. She held his eyes as she thoroughly licked her hand clean. When he reached for her hand and pulled her toward him, she meekly obeyed. She sat next to him, both of them recovering. May was aware her bra hung loosely from her shoulders, soaked in Jason's semen. It covered her breast and abdomen. Her dress was bunched around her waist. Oh my god, what have I done?
"Sit on my lap!"
May rose to her knees and swung her leg over his. She felt his cock slapping against her ass. What am I doing, she thought. I'm behaving like a slut.
Jason pulled her to him and began a long passionate kiss. At first, he was the aggressor, forcing his tongue into May's mouth, winning the duel. May was intimidated and more than a little frightened.
I'm married and shouldn't be making out with this stranger on this very public bus, she thought. She turned her head and saw the backs of the sleeping heads of the other passengers. What will they think of me? May began passionately sucking on Jason's tongue. Then she pushed his tongue out of her mouth and forced hers into his mouth. Their tongues dueled for supremacy.
Jason grasped one of her hands and pulled it down between them. He placed her hand on his throbbing cock.
"Put it in," he groaned huskily.
Dear god, what am I doing, she thought as she stroked Jason cock? His hands transferred to her ass. He gripped each large cheek and squeezed almost painfully. Their eyes locked. They both streamed sweat from their exertions
"Put it in," Jason said with more force. He squeezed her ass harder causing May to wince.
Like the neophyte she was, May fumbled trying to position his cock at her entrance. She felt his mushroom head settle in between her pussy lips. She hesitated, unsure of herself and the situation. Thirty years of marriage and a lifetime of Christian upbringing screamed at her to stop.
She and Jason held each other's eyes,
"Sit down on my dick," Jason said between clenched teeth.
Nervously, May licked her lips. She winced again at the painful grasp of his hands on her ass. I have never fucked any man but Henry she thought. No man has ever seen me this naked and played with my tits. She shuddered as she recalled him licking her pussy. And no man has ever kissed me down there.
May relaxed and slowly eased down on Jason's man meat. She felt his sex slide between her labia and enter her vagina. She groaned as his pole stretched her like never before. At first, there was pain. She paused, letting her pussy become accustomed to this unrivalled invasion.
"Oh god," she moaned, "oh god!"
Her vision blurred. Her head dropped to his shoulder. She wrapped both of her arms around Jason's neck. She lowered herself further, her pussy straining to accommodate his tool. The bus hit a pothole and she dropped, accepting all of him into her married pussy.
Jason flexed and began a slow in and out. He was aware that May was merely holding on, letting him do all the work. That was fine for now. She was so tight he needed to fight to keep from coming. He moved the finger of one hand closer to her anus. He began slowly rubbing her starfish.
He firmly gripped her ass cheeks and began moving her up and down.
"Does that feel good?'
"It...it hurts...a little, but yes, yes it feels good!"
"I'm going to let you set the pace. Pretend you are sliding back and forth on a chair."
May obeyed and felt his cock sliding back and forth in her pussy. She thought she could feel the head of his cock pushing against her cervix. A slight queasiness caused her to try to remember an important fact. It felt too good. She had never been this full and the sensations were incredibly. Frantically she began moving faster.
"Easy, easy," Jason cautioned," I'm not going anywhere. This is all about you."
About me, she thought. He said it was all about me! With Henry, it had always been about him. A quick finger fuck to get her wet then he would climb on top and before she got into it, he would grunt and come. As she slowed, she felt his finger sliding up and down her anus. A part of her was embarrassed and a little disgusted that he was playing with her asshole.
"You are choking me," Jason laughed, "not so tight!"
"Ahh, I'm sorry," May moaned, loosening her death grip on his neck "I just...just..."
Jason pressed his index finger against May's asshole. It slipped in to the first joint and stopped.
May froze. "What are you doing?"
"Just relax, baby, just relax!"
Jason worked that first finger joint slowly in and out of May's asshole. He added a slight corkscrew twist to open her up. He could feel her natural lubrication increasing.
I...I...I don't...I don't think," May groaned. She was apprehensive about his finger in her ass. It seemed so dirty, so over the top. Her sphincter muscles reflexively tightened and loosened, reacting to this unexpected invasion. She wanted him to stop. However, his cock throbbing in her pussy diminished her inhibitions against this deeply held taboo. It didn't feel that bad, she thought, just different. She grunted as the second joint of his finger slid into her anus. May closed her eyes and touched her forehead to his. She could hear the squishy sound of their lovemaking.
"Does it hurt, "Jason asked?
"No," May said haltingly, "it just feels...different!"
May continued rocking slowly on his dick, reveling in the full feeling. Mini orgasms continue to wrack her body, causing her to quiver almost uncontrollably. During one of these orgasms, Jason pushed his finger in her ass past the second joint. May's mouth opened in a silent scream. She placed her mouth on Jason's and kissed him long and deep. She found that when she rocked back and forth on his cock, his finger moved in and out of her ass. The feeling progressed from odd to erotic.
Her world blurred and contracted. There was nothing else in the world but his cock in her pussy and his finger ravishing her ass. Shock after orgasmic shock shook her as she moved toward her orgasm.
All most impossibly, she felt him growing in her. The throbbing was pronounced, more urgent, the thrusting harder, quicker. His swelling cock set her nerve endings on fire. Her head rocked back, sweating streaming from her face, her mouth opened in a silent scream as she felt him release in her. It forced her own orgasms sending her into paroxysms of pleasure as they reached their peaks together. Even after they orgasmed, May continued her slow undulations.
They made love twice more before they were both too exhausted to continue. They took turns changing clothes and cleaning up in the tight smelly confines of the on board lavatory. Realizing her one bra as beyond being used, she decided to go braless. She slipped into an old peasant skirt and scoop neck pullover top.
"Wow!" Jason exclaimed as he watched her breasts swing freely as she moved toward him. "You look incredible!"
May blushed at the unaccustomed compliment. She slid into the seat next to him. She leaned over and kissed him lightly on his lips. "Thanks," she breathed, "thanks for... everything!"
Jason shushed her, placing a finger on her lips. "Thank you, sexy lady!"
Then they collapsed in the seats, Jason's back against the wall, May sat between his splayed legs, laying on his chest. Jason's strong arms encircled her. His hands cupping her breasts. Unbeknownst to either, they shared the same thought: this feels so right!
"Bonny Doon, Bonny Doon'" The blare of the PA system pull May groggily from her sleep. She ran her fingers through her hair. She was confused about where she was. Then the events of the evening flooded back into her mind. She realized she was laying on the young Black man's chest. They had sex, right here in the back of the bus. She had done things, had let him do things that she had never done. Instead of shame, she felt sated, complete. As she studied his sleeping face, she felt an odd connection to him. She also had a headache, the wages of her drinking.
She sat up and looked around. Several more people had boarded the bus during the night. She glanced over at Jason, snoring peacefully. She went to wake him. So what do I say, May thought. Thanks for helping me break my marriages vows. Thanks for making me behave like a slut. Thanks for...for the best sexual experience of my life?
The bus slowed and lurched as the driver geared down to exit the freeway. May stood, straightened her skirt and retrieved her bag from the overhead rack. She grabbed the seat back for balance as the bus negotiated the poorly maintained blacktop.
For a moment she was torn. She looked back at Jason. He looked so young. Resolutely, she turned back and strode down the aisle toward the exit. As she descended the stairs to the lower level, she was aware the some of the other passengers looked askance at her. The driver merely leered.
"Hope you enjoyed your...trip..." he said suggestively.
May ignored him. As she stepped onto the gravel-covered lot of the diner/ bus stop, she spied her sister waving at her. The gravel crunched loudly as she moved away from the bus and toward her sister. Behind her, she heard the bus door close. The driver forced the bus into gear. It lumbered back onto the blacktop.
"Hey May baby," her sister cried, embracing her sister, "here give me your suitcase!"
"Gawd, Ellen it is so good to see you!" Over her sister's shoulder, she watched the bus move past them, heading toward the freeway.
"How's Henry?" Ellen asked. She noticed her sister was uncharacteristically braless as they got into the truck. She seemed to glow with some inner light. She seemed more content, more sure of herself.
May turned sideways in her seat. She stared blankly at her older sister. She knew her life had changed. She just was not sure how much.
"We need to talk," May said quietly, "I am not sure if I can take Henry anymore!"
Ellen turned and looked sharply at her sister. The Silverado swerved. She quickly recovered. She opened her mouth to press May and then thought better of it. There would be plenty of time later.
"How was the bus ride?"
"It was wonderful," May said, feeling a tingle in her sore nether regions, "just wonderful!"
The sun streaming through the large window woke Jason. He looked around and realized May was gone. He stretched in the seat. Oh well, he thought.
"Ben Lomond, Ben Lomond, five minutes to Ben Lomond"
Jason retrieved his backpack. He was a little surprised that he was disappointed May was gone. She was just a hook up. Still!
Chapter 2
"How is school, baby?" Susan Beavaneax was a big woman in many ways. From her 38DD breasts to her 39" hips. She stood 5'8", and admitted to being a little north of 200 pounds. Her brown paper skin color attested to her creole heritage. That and her startling grey eyes gave her an exotic look that meant she never had any trouble standing out. She steered her 1990 Cadillac Eldorado through the curves of the mountain road. Her full skirt was across her lap, exposing most of her thighs. She was bare leg wearing open toed clogs. The pearlescent pink of her toes and fingers caught the light.
"Good, Mama, very good! The extra course works paid off. I'll graduate this January."
Stealthily, Jason looked at his mother's full firm legs. She always drove like this. He first noticed it when he entered puberty. His mom was in the car impatiently waiting for him. As he walked by the driver's side window, he looked down and saw, for the first time, his mother's panty clad pussy. It became an obsession. He manufactured reasons to look in the car and under his mom's skirt. He was sure she caught him a few times. He would see her looking at him with a slight smirk.
"While you are here, I want you to help your Aunt Helen."
"No problem! What does she need done?"
"Well," Susan began, "she has separated from Andre and she is about five months pregnant!"
"What!!? What happened? Why didn't you tell me?"
Susan right hand raised and flapped at the wrist.
"That's grown folks business, baby! Your father and I decided not to worry you with that!"
"But...but...but!" Jason sputtered.
"But my ass! Wasn't a damn thing you could do then. Now you can help out this week you're home!"
As Susan negotiated the winding mountain road, she thought back to the conversation with her sister.
"Susan, I just put Andre out!"
"WHATT!!??
"Well, I told you I thought he was fucking around on me!"
"Don't say another word! I'm on my way! You got any rum?"
"Bitch, you coming to talk or get drunk?" Helen laughed.
"Both and I'm bringing something else for the head!"
Susan unzipped and stepped out of her housecoat. She stood in her bedroom in powder blue boy shorts and matching demi bra. Her gaze travelled slowly over her extensive wardrobe. Her eyes fell on an A line denim dress with roll cuffs. It had four buttons at the top and slits on each side that came to her lower thigh. She took it off the hanger and replaced the hanger in the closet. She slipped the dress over her head and wiggled it into place. She turned slowly in front of the mirror. She liked the way this dress moved when she walked. It slid nicely across her hips. Her fingers moved to the four buttons at the collar.
Fuck it, she thought, may as well show the girls off. She eyed her shoe collection. She chose the silver turquoise faux high-heeled sneakers. Susan eyed her toenails critically as she slipped on the shoes. No time to do them. She walked over to her dressing table, surveyed her assortment of nail polishes and chose one that matched her open toed heel/sneakers. She grabbed her purse off the dresser and turn to leave. She stopped. One more thing, she thought. Susan went back to the wardrobe and felt along the shelf. Her hand hit the large baggie. She took it, opened her purse and stuffed it in.
Susan walked out of the bedroom, turned, and walked the short distance to the stairs. She felt the air get under the dress and cause it to billow as she trotted down the stairs. She smiled as she thought about the effect that would have on some lucky man who was coming up the stairs as she went down. She paced quickly to the refrigerator. She scrawled a note to her husband, Adam.
Took the car. At Helen's. You on your own for dinner. Don't wait up
Luv
Me
Susan grabbed the keys to the Coupe Deville from the hook in the kitchen. She smiled quietly to herself as she beheld its candy apple red glory. Adam had bitched when she said she wanted it. He raised his voice as much as he ever did and shouted that we could not afford it. That night she put a good fucking on him. Hell she even tongue fucked his ass. Two days later, she drove her baby off the showroom floor.
She slid into black leather seats, slid the key into the ignition and marveled at quiet thrum of the engine. She pressed the button on the garage door opener and backed out of the driveway, and put the car in Drive. She paused and with a devilish grin, pulled the hem of her skirt up until her panties could be seen if someone was lucky enough to look in her windshield.
The air in Helen's kitchen was thick with sweetish aroma of reefer. A half-empty fifth of Bacardi Dark set on the circular glass kitchen table. Helen and Susan sat across from each other. Both of their eyes were at half-mast.
"Fuck that tired ass motherfucker," Susan slurred, "you better off without him!"
"I know, I know, but I still...!" Helen was a slighter smaller version of her sister. She was just as tall and normally about 20 pounds lighter. She wore one of her husband's tee shirts and a pair of red bikini panties. Her breasts were a full cup size smaller than her older sister at 36D. She had a catch in her voice. She was not going to cry but the sadness caused her shoulders to droop. That, the rum and the marijuana had her disoriented. Her sister was a fuzzy blur. They had both had more than their limit but still they smoked and drank.
"You should move in with me and Adam"
"No, I can manage here. Besides, your husband don't need two women in the house"
Helen got unsteadily to her feet. She picked up her glass and her sister's and tottered carefully to the refrigerator.
Susan watched the soft roll of her sister's behind as she filled both glasses from the indoor ice dispenser and walked cautiously back to the kitchen table. When they were teenagers, they would sometimes sleep belly to belly, tit to tit with their arms entwined around each other. Their mother had made them stop, saying it wasn't seemly for two females to sleep like that.
Helen splashed rum in each glass, added cola then flopped heavily into her chair.
"Honey, Adam does what he is told. If you want to move in, pack and we can go now!"
"Susan, we too fucked up to go anywhere," Helen laughed drunkenly, "come on, and let me get some blankets so you can sleep on the couch!"
"Shit, if that limp dick husband of yours is gone, I can sleep with you like we used to!"
The sisters staggered down the hall, each with a hand on the wall for balance. Helen turned into the bedroom and then struggled to get her tee shirt over her head. Susan tried to help. She grabbed the arms and pulled. Her momentum landed her flat on her ass with her legs spread.
Both women were caught up in a fit of laughter. Helen, her large breasts swinging freely, had tears in her eyes as she pointed at her sister.
"Girl why you wearing those fancy drawers? You getting something on the side?"
"You know I don't fuck around! But I do love the attention."
Susan struggled to her feet. She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head.
"And, "Susan slurred," the bra matches the panties!"
She simulated a model's walk and pirouetted to show her sister the full effect.
Helen staggered to her feet and moved the few steps to her sister. She smacked her sister smartly on the ass.
"OUCH!!" Susan grabbed her ass with both hands and rubbed it vigorously. "Girl, nobody but my man slaps my ass like that and he better be on his knees behind me!"
Susan reached out, grabbed Helen's nipple, and twisted. Helen pushed Susan's hand away and cupped her sore nipple.
"Bitch that hurt!"
Helen tried to grab Susan's nipple and only succeeded in pulling her bra off.
"Gawddamit, Helen you broke the clasp on my bra!"
Susan swayed drunkenly as she let the bra straps slide off her shoulder. She brought the bra close to her face to expect the clasp. While she was doing her inspection, Helen reached for her nipple again. Susan pushed her hand away and then pushed Helen back on the bed.
Susan jumped on the bed and straddled her sister. She grabbed her hands and forced them above her head. Susan was the stronger of the two. Despite Helen's best efforts, she knew she was pinned.
"What now, Susan, "you done turned dyke and you gona fuck me?'
Susan rolled off her sister and onto her back. They were both breathing heavily.
"You wish! Unless you done grew a dick, we are done gambling!"
They both roared with laughter.
Susan turned on her side to face her sister.
"Look, Pumpkin, I am here for you! I have always and will always be here for you!"
Helen turned on her side and gently kissed her sister on the lips. Their tongues touched. They were close. They were the only girls in a family of five boys. They were used to taking care of each other.
"Thank you baby, I know it!"
Briskly, she turned her back to her sister
"Now, let's get some sleep!"
Susan scooted close to Helen, pressing her body against her. She draped one hand over her, cupped her breast and went to sleep.
It was two weeks later that Helen called Susan to announce she was pregnant.
"What!!," Susan intoned, "you what?"
"Pregnant, god damn it, I'm pregnant!"
Helen's voice broke as the weight of her separation from her husband and the unexpected pregnancy weighed on her.
"I thought Old Limp Dick didn't have enough juice to knock you up!"
"Don't you be calling him limp dick! He had some nice meat. He just didn't have 'nough swimmers to get the job done!"
"So what did you do? Recruit someone else to the swimmer team?"
"No, slut," Helen said angrily, "I guess we just got lucky!"
"Girl, you don't need that kind of luck! So what are you going to do? You going to tell Andre?"
"No, I put him out because he kept dipping his wick in strange pussy! Ain't no reason to expect any different if I let his tired ass back in. No, I'll do this by myself!"
"Bullshit! You know I'm here for you!"
Susan took the exit for Highway 9.
"Mom, where are we going?"
"We going to run by and check up on Helen. See if she need anything. She big as blimp! I told her she could get a job floating over football games with electric messages on her fat ass!"
"Mom! You shouldn't talk about Aunt Helen like that!"
"I'll talk about her anyway I want! She was my sister before she was your aunt!"
Exasperated, Jason slumped in his seat. He watched the fir trees whip by. He knew his mom and aunt loved each other. However, it still shocked him to hear how they talked about and to each other!
Susan steered the Caddy into the guest's parking space of Helen's apartment. While she fumbled with her purse, Jason bounded out of the car and sprinted around to open his mother's door. He was rewarded with a full on view of her black panties as she swung first one leg then the other out of the car.
Susan was aware of the effect she had on her son. If pressed, she would say it was accidental or meaningless because he was her son. But a storm raged in her. It was not lost on her that Jason had grown into a big strapping, very sexy man. She loved everything about him. Lately when she and Adam were having sex, she imagined it was Jason. Yea, she thought, that was some weird shit, but it really got her off!
Jason, Helen and Susan were chatting around Helen's kitchen table. After some halfhearted reluctance, Helen agreed that Jason could help while he was home for spring break. As she warmed to the idea, she began making a list of what needed to be done.
Jason groaned inwardly. While he had no plans for his vacation, he had not planned to spend it being a gofer for his pregnant aunt. He planned on hanging out with some of his buds, knock down a few beers and, hopefully, get some stray pussy.
Briefly, May Allen popped into his mind. She was a great fuck. He was disappointed she was gone when he woke up on the bus. Then the rational part of him kicked in questioning the place of an older woman in his life.
"Well Jason?" Helen asked.
"Excuse me, Aunt Helen, what did you say? I'm afraid I was daydreaming!"
"I said take my car. That will give you transportation. I'm too fat to drive that little sucker anyway!"
"Girl, why don't you stop kicking yourself! You ain't the first woman to get pregnant!"
Jason jumped in before they went off on one of their interminable arguments.
"Where are the keys, Aunt Helen?"
Helen hooked a thumb toward the kitchen door leading to the parking lot.
"They hanging on that hook by the door"
Jason slid his chair back from the table, stood and walked the few steps to retrieve the keys.
"Ok, I'm going to head on home!"
"Ok, be here around 9 tomorrow. I need some help with some boxes!"
Chapter 3
Jason guided the old Honda through traffic. It was not too bad this time of year. It would be another month before the tourist invaded this side of Monterey Bay. He turned into Aunt Helen's parking lot and slid into her parking spot. He was ticked with his mom for volunteering him to be Aunty's gofer! He planned on decompressing from his heavy course load and perhaps getting some pussy. However, his mother was insistent about family taking care of family. Jason walked the few steps to Aunt Helen's garden apartment and rang the bell. He heard a muffled reply and waited, shifting impatiently from foot to foot. He could hear Aunt Helen moving slowly toward the door.
Jason was shocked at his aunt's appearance when she opened the door. Her flowered cotton housecoat was open, revealing, her white translucent fullback panties and matching granny bra. He could see the thick black thatch covering her sex. Her rich brown areola covered most of the bra. Her dark nipples were clearly visible.
Her belly was bare and protruded between the two. As she stood there, one hand absently massaged her distended womb.
"When you get through staring, come in and close the door! You might want to close your mouth too. Flies might get in!"
Helen stepped back and surveyed her nephew. She had watched as the pudgy, shy little boy grew into this strapping example of manhood. He filled out the tee shirt, and as her eyes glanced down, she noticed the bulge down his skintight faded Levi's. Lawd, she thought, the boy is hung. Despite herself, she felt a tingle in her pussy. Her ex-husband, Andre, was five months gone. Aside from her revenge fuck of a bar pick up, she had no dick in two months. Her hormones were in overdrive. Sometimes she wanted to fuck so bad she could scream. Her dildo helped. However, nothing could take the place of a man with a hard dick! She massaged her belly as the baby moved. She felt bloated. As big and unsexy as she was, it was going to be a long dry spell.
Jason stepped nervously into the compact kitchen. It was dominated by the center breakfast island with the grey marble counter top and contrasting black stools. The center of the island was a griddle used to fix a breakfast right at the table.
"So, Aunty Helen, mom says you got some stuff you want me to move for you!"
Helen motioned down the hall toward the bedroom.
"Andre left odds and ends here he ain't come back to get. I got the Salvation Army coming to get them. The boxes need to be on the front."
Jason eased past his aunt, unconsciously avoiding any contact with her. He did noticed she seemed to be uncomfortable. She kept rubbing her belly.
"Is everything ok, Aunty?"
Jason was a little panicked, thinking his aunt was about to deliver or something. Intellectually he knew it was not time but he had a man's visceral fear of what to do if a woman went into labor.
"I'm fine. It's just that the baby seems to ball up on one side and it's uncomfortable. If I massage him...my belly...it seems to help!"
"Ahh...yes Ma'am," Jason stammered, "I'll just start moving these boxes to the front."
Helen went into her room and sat at the side of the bed. She opened the drawer on the mahogany nightstand and retrieved her mandarin oil. It was part of her daily ritual. She poured a small amount of the essential oil into the palm of her hand and rubbed it vigorously between her palms to warm it. She placed a hand on either side of her abdomen and began a circular rubbing motion. She would start just above her crotch, work both hands upward to her breasts, then slide them to the center, rub down the middle, slide them to the outside and repeat the motion. She lay back on the bed and continue her ritual. It not only helped to relax the baby, but hopefully it would minimize her getting stretch marks.
Jason would glance in at his aunt each time he went into the spare room for another box. At twenty, she was the first pregnant woman he saw up close and personal. For some reason her massaging her belly was the most sensual thing he had ever seen. He felt his cock growing as he watched her unintentional eroticism.
Helen was unaware that Jason was entranced with her belly massage ritual. What she was aware of was that she had accidentally dropped the bottle oil onto the floor. She sympathized with turtles as she struggled to sit up. Just as she decided to roll to her side, slide to her knees on the floor and stand that way, Jason spoke
"Are you ok, Aunty?"
Embarrassed but amused, Helen turned to answer her nephew. Her reply caught in her throat as her eyes locked on his semi rigid cock trapped down his pant leg. That big motherfucker would wreck a pussy she thought licking her lips.
"Come help Aunty get up baby!"
Helen was laying on her side. Jason walked in and awkwardly tried to turn her to her back.
"Look, baby," Helen laughed, "just put your hands on my hips and turn me while I push with my arms."
Working together, they got Helen to a sitting position. She looked around and could not find the mandarin oil.
"Jason, could you find that stuff for me."
When Jason knelt to search, he was at eye level with his aunt's sex. She sat in that wide legged posture that all pregnant women adopt. His eyes were glued to the wet crotch of her panties while he fumbled blindly for oil. The faint aroma of his aunt's arousal assaulted his nostrils.
Helen was aware of the display she was putting on. She was aware her pussy was twitching and moist. And frankly, she didn't give a fuck. It made her feel less like a fat brown whale to have a man, any man, even her nephew, realize she was a woman. Under partially closed eyes, she watched with amusement as Jason struggle to retrieve the mandarin oil and ogle her pussy.
"If you can't find it, that's ok, Jason!"
Jason tore his eyes away from staring at Helen's pussy. He looked down and saw the oil under the edge of the bed.
"Here it is, Aunt Helen," Jason choked, handing her the bottle.
"Would you mind massaging my back for me," Helen cooed.
"Ah...Aunty...I ...uh...!"
"Just a little...PULlleeeze!!"
Helen realized she was putting her nephew in a difficult situation. At that age, he was all hormones and cock. He would probably have to go somewhere and jack off after he massaged her. But, fuck it; she needed a man to massage her back. She needed to feel the caress of a man's hands on her body. In the absence of any other likely candidates, he would have to do.
"Help me up!" Helen said, extending both hands. Jason pulled her to her feet.
"Jason, I'm going to kneel on a pillow with my arms on the bed. However, I need to take off my robe and bra!"
"Aunty, I don't know...!"
"Damn it, Jason, don't be so damned embarrassed! You giving a pregnant woman a back massage and not feeling her up!"
"Yes...yes Ma'am," Jason stammered. He could feel his cock pumping precum into his Jockeys.
Helen stripped off the old cotton robe and tossed it on the bed. Then she undid her bra and tossed it on the bed also. "Give me your hand!" As Jason offered his hand, he ogled his aunt's huge milk filled breasts. They lay comfortably on her distended belly. Jason thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world.
Helen knelt awkwardly on the pillow by the bed. She folded her arms, rested them on the edge of the bed. This position allowed her abdomen and breasts plenty of room. Her panties hung loosely under her belly. Jason poured a small dollop of the fragrant oil in the palm of his hand. He rubbed his palms together vigorously to warm the oil. He started at the nape of her neck and, using his open hand, massaged gently down the left side of her body. When he reached her panties, he made a fist and pressed down gently on her pelvis just above her tailbone. Helen's soft moans assured him he was helping his aunt's back pain.
He kneaded up the right side of her body to her neck, came back down next to the spine and repeated the closed fist massage on her pelvis. His aunt's satisfied moans continued, but they were now accompanied by a pronounced undulation of her pelvis. The aroma of her arousal blended with redolent orange scent of the mandarin oil to fill the room with a heady, intoxicating scent. They were both feeling a little light headed. Jason poured a small amount of the oil on Helen's lower back. He gently kneaded up the sides of her abdomen, the heel of either hand on either side of her spine, his fingers extended to cover the sides of her abdomen. Helen dropped her head and moaned softly. Fuck, that feels good, she thought. Now if I had cock to ride, it would be perfect.
Her hips continued a slowly circular motion as Jason's hands moved up her belly. When his extended fingers moved across her breasts, she felt little shocks as her relaxation and arousal increased. She called a halt when she felt his hands slide down her tits and gently cup them.
"Help me up," Helen croaked.
Jason stood and wiped the excess oil from his hands with a towel. He offered his hand. Helen used her other hand on the bed to lever herself to a standing position. She realized her lower back pain was gone. She also realized her panties were drenched with her juices. Helen turned so her back was to the bed. She took Jason's hands in hers and sat heavily on the bed. For a brief moment Jason was bending over her as she sat. They held each other's eyes.
"Let me do your legs also, Aunty!" Jason knelt in front of his aunt and took her left foot in his hands. He nervously stared at the sopping wet gusset of her panties. He inhaled deeply, filling his nostrils and head with her aroma. He looked up to see his aunt staring at him. Even a relatively inexperienced 20 year old could see the rampant lust in her eyes. He took one ankle in his hands and gently kneaded up the leg to her buttocks. When he repeated the massage with the other leg, his lust overcame him. He leaned in and kissed his aunt's wet panties.
Initially Helen's head rocked back as her nephew first kissed her panty clad pussy. When he pushed them to the side and kissed her dripping wet pubic thatch, she at first gave herself up to the erotic sensations. Then she recovered and pushed his head away.
"That's enough, Jason!"
"Yes ma'am!"
Helen giggled uncontrollably. When she saw the confusion on her nephew's face, she patted the bed next to her. Jason stood and sat next his aunt, their hips touching.
"Honey, you don't kiss a woman's pussy and then call her ma'am!"
"Yes... Aunty" His eyes were fixed on her breasts.
"Aunty Helen, you are absolutely beautiful," Jason moaned as he gently cupped her enormous breast.
"Oh Jason...Jason... if that were only true! I'm a fat whale."
Jason let his hands stroke out to Helen's nipples. She jumped as he tweaked them.
"Sorry, Aunty!"
Helen leaned over and let her head rest on his chest.
"That's ok, baby. I'm lactating and they are super sensitive!"
"That is so incredible, Aunty! Can I see?"
Helen realized that this had gone further than it should. However, she needed to hear that someone cared.
"Sure!"
He looked at Helen's engorged breasts with wide eyes.
"Go ahead, squeeze one!"
"Me?" Jason exclaimed.
"Yeah, you!" Helen laughed, "Just hold one at the base and slowly and gently let your hand slide forward."
Nervously, Jason did as he was told. The heft and warmth of his aunt's breasts surprised him. He squeezed and slid his hands over her breasts. He giggled as milk squirted from Helen's breast.
Helen watched with amusement as Jason behave like a kid with a new toy, squirting milk over her floor. Her pussy spasmed at the unaccustomed attention. Her breathing grew ragged as his child like wonder at her lactating breasts. He smeared some on his hand and licked it.
"Not bad!" he giggled.
A light sheen of sweat broke out on Helen's forehead. Her sister would kill her for this. Nevertheless, she ached to be held, to have someone tell her it was ok. She needed a man in her life.
"Why don't you suck one and get a mouthful?" Helen said huskily.
Jason froze. He knew this was crossing a line.
"Are you sure?"
Helen nodded weakly, unable to trust her voice.
Jason leaned over and tentatively licked Helen's leaking nipple. A sensation started in that nipple and shot through Helen's body. Every inch of skin was alive, the nerve endings throbbing. She felt her pussy twitch uncontrollably.
"I said suck it, not lick it like a fucking cat!"
Chastened, he took her nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. He was rewarded with a flood of sweet warm breast milk. The more he sucked, the more he got. He felt his aunt grab his head and push it against her bosom. He was painfully hard. His cock was pumping copious amounts of precum. For the first time in years he was in danger of coming in his shorts.
Helen knew she was going to come. Every muscle, every nerve screamed for release. The baby felt like he was turning somersaults in anticipation. With one hand, she held her nephew's head tight against her breasts. The other dropped to his jeans. She pushed the zipper down, past his soaked Jockeys. She stroked him hard, knowing what she wanted, what she needed. As her hips thrust, she vigorously jacked Jason.
They came together. Jason pumping rope after rope of semen on his aunt's thigh and bedspread. For her part, Helen thrust her hips repeatedly up and down.
The sound of their ragged breathing filled the bedroom. Jason still held her tit in his mouth. Helen's hand dropped to her hip. She raised it and saw it was covered with Jason's come. She brought her hand to her mouth and licked the bittersweet nectar from her hand.
"Jason, if you mother finds out what happen, she will kill me! You must never tell her or anyone else! Do you understand?"
"Yes Ma'am!"
Jason stood and let his jeans and jockey's drop to his ankles. His still rigid cock bounced lightly.
Helen watched her nephew remove his clothes. He stood nude in front of her, the head of his cock dripping the remnants of his coming. Her head roared as lust overcame her. She reached out grabbed his member and pulled him toward her. Snake like, her tongue flicked out and captured the drips of semen. Susan would kill me, she thought as she inhaled her nephew's massive tool. But I miss this so much.
Jason watched as his cock slid sensuously in and out of his aunt's mouth. He saw it glistened as her saliva covered his man meat. Her tongue circling his mushroom head added an indescribable sensation. And below that expert mouth, below those milk engorged breasts was sensuous protrusion of her pregnancy. He felt his balls tingle as his arousal moved toward its inevitable conclusion. He groaned with disappointment as Helen moved her head back and released his cock with a faint pop.
"Noo, baby, you ain't coming in my mouth! Not this time anyway! I want that dick in my pussy!"
"Yes ma'am!"
"And, motherfucker, I just sucked your dick! STOP CALLING ME MA'AM!"
"Yes, ma...erh...Aunty!"
Ruefully shaking her head, Helen lay back and rolled to her side. "Lay down behind me! I'm too big for missionary and doggy would probably be uncomfortable. So we gona have to do it laying down!"
"Yes Aunty, Jason stammered nervously. He was used to the more complaint college girls. Helen was an experienced older woman who knew what she wanted. He lay down behind his aunt. He slid up close, letting one arm drape across her belly. With the other he positioned his cock at the wet hairy entrance to her sex. He pressed forward, sliding his cock head between her swollen labia.
"Easy, Jason, easy! Aunty ain't had no dick in months and that monster of yours is stretching me already!" Helen groaned as her nephew's massive tool moved past her pussy lips and entered her vagina. Oh fuck, she though, fuck that feels so good. She felt an unaccustomed pain as she accepted him into her pussy. She felt the baby move slowly. He gona feed you, she thought, he gona give us what we both need.
Jason massaged Helen's belly as he slowly pumped in and out. His aunt's pussy felt incredible as her birth canal walls flexed and relaxed with each stroke. Go slow, he thought, go slow and let this incredible feeling last. He felt his cock bump her cervix. Under his hand he felt the baby moved. Don't worry, he thought, I won't be coming that far.
Helen felt the baby move and began thrusting back hard against Jason's cock. Give it to me, baby, give aunty all that cock. "Fuck me Gawddamit, fuck me hard! Give me that cock!"
They fucked hard and long. Helen lost in the need for his cock; Jason realizing that a pregnant pussy was the best pussy ever.
Helen's wetness increased, the sloshing sound making her giggle at how wet she was.
"You okay, Aunty??"
"Yes baby, aunty is fine! Now fill my pussy with your seed! Come for Aunty!"
Jason felt Helen's pussy began to flex and relax, milking his cock. He felt that familiar tingle in his balls. It moved up his cock and exploded with the power of a high pressure hose into her pussy. Spurt after spurt sprayed against her cervix. They both felt the baby move.
"Aw fuck, Jason, fuck that was good!"
"Aunty, you are incredible!"
Their hands met as they both massaged her belly, quieting the baby. Their fingers entwined. The baby's movement quieted.
For the rest of Jason's spring break their daily ritual was set. Every day as he entered her apartment, he would tell her how beautiful she. He would use both hands to caress her belly as they kissed. Helen giggled like a school girl when he would kneel to kiss her womb. Then he would clean, do laundry and run errands. In the afternoon they made love. They experimented with various positions. Their favorite was her kneeling by the bed, her arms crossed on the bed. And there were the daily back and leg massages. When it was time for Jason to return to school, Helen felt an intense feeling of lost. Her lover, the man in her life was going away. He wouldn't be back until after the baby was born. She knew she could handle it now.. She felt like the most beautiful woman in the world!
345 Jason's Journey Pt. 2 Ch. 1-4
Schaka
WARNING!!! This story contains scenes of incest and interracial sex! If you are offended by this DO NOT READ THIS STORY!!
Part 2, Chapter 1-4
The Scenic Cruiser moved smoothly down the Interstate as Jason slept. His head bobbed in rhythm with the occasional rough spots in the smooth concrete. He had his usual seat in the back row of the bus. It was the only one that could comfortably contain his bulk. The remainder of the seats were mostly a mixture of college students and local residents.
He had purposefully taken the late bus hoping to bump into May. He regretted not getting her full name or some contact information. More and more that connection he felt with her dominated his thoughts. He missed her.
He stared out of the window at the greying skies of the coming dawn. The dark outlines were becoming discernable as trees and low hills, interspersed with wheat and vegetable fields. He held his watch to his face and touched the button on the side that illuminated the screen.
He was anxious to see his family, particularly his new baby cousin, Theodore. Aunt Helen had called him shortly after his birth. She sounded tired. She thanked for all he did to help her through her pregnancy. She went on to say she knew it couldn't last but that it meant a lot to her that he was there for her.
The week of spring break they had together was one of intense intimacy. He felt himself getting hard as he recalled all they had done. But he thought the massages were the most intimate expression of their feelings.
The bus jerked as the driver slowed to make the exit and negotiate the semi-circle of the cloverleaf. The bus moved smoothly over the blacktop. The driver braked again and down shifted as he made his turn into the terminal. With the ease of years of experience, he guided the bus into its diagonal berth. He picked up the microphone and made his announcement:
"Ben Lomond, Ben Lomond, all out for Ben Lomond!"
Jason swung his legs into the aisle and stood up. He reached in the overhead bin and grabbed his small-wheeled suitcase. He moved quickly down the narrow aisle and nodded at the driver as he descended the steps and walked into the terminal. He quickly spied his father standing stolidly by the counter.
Jason waved and walked over.
"Hi Dad, "he said brightly, embracing his father!
Adam returned his son's embrace.
"It's good to have you home, son! My truck is out front!" Adam said pointing to the street in front of the terminal.
Jason made small talk with his father as they moved through the small crowd and out of the terminal. As he folded his tall frame into his father's F-150, he thought his father looked greyer, his face more lined then he had when he left for school in March. While his dad had never been a big talker, he seemed more reticent than usual.
When he made his weekly phone call home; it was his mother he talked to most. His dad's total input for each call was to ask about his health and tell him to be good and study hard. He knew his father took a quiet pride in knowing his son would be the first one on either side of the family to graduate from college. Still, he seemed quieter than usual.
They exchanged small talk as the truck tooled through town. Ahead, Jason saw the turn that would take them to their home. He felt a stirring in his jeans as their home hove into view. Aunt Helen was there and he was anxious to see her. The last thing he had done before returning to school was to convince her to move in with his parents.
Susan ran across the kitchen. She stood on her tiptoes and threw her arms around her son's neck.
"My baby's home, my baby's home," Susan screamed, plastering her body against her son.
"Hey mom!" Jason's arms encircled his mom and partially lifted her in the air. This caused his hands to slide down to her full soft hips. The combination of this contact and her breasts and pussy pressed against his body caused his cock to swell.
"Put me down" Susan squealed. She felt an unaccustomed warmth as she felt her son's cock harden. Her baby was a man now. He was no longer a pudgy teenager. He was a big strapping man. And, she thought, he is packing some serious dick in those jeans. She felt a moistness between her legs. Sick bitch, she thought, you getting worked up by your son.
"When your mother gets through mauling you, come downstairs and let's have a beer and talk," his father said.
Jason put his mother down, but kept his hands familiarly on her upper hips. "Sure, dad, in a minute!"
He glanced over his mom's shoulder and saw his Aunt Helen.
Helen walked quickly to where Susan and Jason stood. She felt a pang of jealousy as she noted Susan's arms around his neck and his arms on her hips as they turned to acknowledge her.
"Don't you hog my nephew!" Helen said, playfully pulling Susan from Jason's arms. She replaced him in his arms, wrapping hers around his waist. She stood on her toes and pecked him on the cheek. She felt heat suffuse her body as he embraced her.
"Hey, no baby bump!" Jason rubbed his hand across Helen's belly. With a shock, he realized that all she had on was a cotton robe.
"Hell no," Helen chortled, "The bump is upstairs in his bassinet! Come see your cousin!"
"For sure," Jason said, "Mom are you coming?"
"No, y'all go ahead! I need to finish cooking dinner!" Susan watched her sister and son collide gently at the hip as they climbed the stairs with a speculative look. I wonder, she thought, I wonder.
Helen grabbed Jason's hand and pulled him up the stairs. He followed her upstairs, noting fullness of the baby fat in her thighs.
The baby lay sleeping peacefully, his fists balled by his head.
"I just fed him so he good for a while." She lowered her voice and glanced at the open door. "He like you, loves to suck my tits!"
Jason felt heat build in his face. Many times he had recalled that spring break week. His mouth watered as he remembered the sweet warmth of her breast milk. His cock hardened as he recalled her jacking him off and then their slow languid 69, laying head to toe with her belly between them.
He and his aunt embraced. She stood on her tiptoes and covered his mouth with hers. Her tongue traced the outline of his mouth and then aggressively forced its way into his. He sucked hungrily on her tongue, his hands groping her ass, pulling her housecoat up exposing her butt.
"MMM, Aunty you feel so good!"
"Baby, you don't know how many times I masturbated thinking about you!"
Jason let his hands slide to her thighs. He gripped them firmly and lifted Helen off her feet. Instinctively Helen wrapped her legs around her nephew's waist. Her robe rode up, causing her naked pussy to press against his jeans. Briefly, their tongues dueled as they dry humped each other.
"Put me down," Helen groaned, "your momma and daddy just downstairs. We can't let them catch us!"
Reluctantly, Jason lowered Helen to the floor. She took her arms from around his neck and stepped back.
"Let me see what you look like without the belly!" Jason said, fumbling with the buttons on her housecoat.
"I'm still fat, just not as round!" Helen giggled as Jason unbuttoned her housecoat.
Jason opened her coat and gazed at her milk-filled breasts. His eyes roamed down to her belly pooch. He extended his hand lightly rubbed it.
"I think I like you better pregnant!" he teased.
"Well that ain't going to never happen again!"
Jason ran his fingers lightly over the stubble of her shaved pussy. "Mmm, that feels nice! Are you going to keep it that way?"
Helen ran her hand over the stubble of her growing pubic thatch. "Do you like it shaved?"
"I'm not sure! Let's experiment with different styles as it grows out." Jason's hand covered his aunt's hand over her pussy. He let his index figure slide between her fingers and into her wet hole.
Helen reached out and draped her arms around his neck. Her head dropped and her hips began to gyrate slowly. "Boy, you know you got the devil in you, teasing Aunty like that!" Abruptly she pushed him away. "Stop it! You better get on downstairs before your folks start wondering what we been doing up here!"
As Helen pushed Jason toward the bedroom door, she turned to check on the baby. Jason took the opportunity to smack her smartly on her butt. He bolted for the door and down the stairs.
Helen rubbed her stinging ass. What am I going to do about that boy, she thought. There ain't no future for us. Besides, he's my sister's boy. It just ain't right that we did. The baby began to fret in his sleep. Helen leaned over and adjusted his blanket.
"You remember him," she cooed, "He fed you when you was in my womb."
Chapter 2
"When do you start at MVC Enterprises?" Susan sat on the floor, her head resting on her husband's legs. She wore a Zinfandel colored silk peignoir with a burnout fabric trimmed in silk charmeuse. The gown and robe ended just above her knees. Her legs curled under her, caused the short gown to ride up revealing her smooth chocolate thighs.
The bulge in Jason's jeans were a testament to the semi see through gown. Her deep dark areola were clearly visible through the lighter colored fabric.
"I already chatted with HR, a Ms. Allen. She said Mr. Cochran wants to meet with me." Jason had been home two weeks. He went through a series of interviews with various staff members at MVC Enterprises. They had recruited him heavily while he was in school. Now it appeared they wanted to make an offer before he graduated, locking him in to them. He didn't mention it, but he and Annabelle Allen had hit it off. They had even sat up a date for a drink.
"Why is that?" chimed in Helen.
"I suspect he wants to offer me a position when I graduate!"
"You be careful with them people! I know they the biggest employer in the county, but I hear odd things 'bout that compound they live in."
Susan's eyes flicked from her son to her sister. Even though they sat on opposite ends of the couch, they seemed closer. Now Susan was not outraged at the thought of some hanky panky between her two relatives. In bayou country, the limited availability of the opposite sex and the tight confines of a family's shack meant that a little playing was inevitable. No, a little casual sex was, if not okay, at least understood. If she were honest with herself, she would admit to being jealous.
Susan adjusted the bodice of her peignoir. She pulled at the hem, exposing more of her thighs. Across from her, Jason caught a glimpse of the dark recesses under his mother's gown. He felt his cock harden. Helen also saw Susan flash her son. The hussy, she thought.
Later, Jason and Adam were halfway through a twelve pack. Adam had noticeably loosened up.
"So dad, how is it having two women in the house?"
"Do you study foreign languages in school?" Adam asked cryptically.
"Uh...no dad! Why?"
"All I can read and write is English. But I seen Chinese and I know what their symbol for confusion is! It's two women under one roof!"
Father and son roared with laughter. "Boy them two women would try the patience of a saint!"
Upstairs, Helen and Susan were putting a dent in a fifth of rum. Their conversation covered everything from baby care to local politics. Finally, Susan asked Helen the question that haunted her.
"Is Theo Jason's son?"
Helen was taking a sip of her drink when Susan asked her question. It caught in her throat, causing her to cough explosively.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" Helen managed to choke her words out while still coughing.
"Bitch, I see how you two been making goo goo eyes at each other. And when you think ain't nobody looking, your hands all over each other. All I want to know is that my son's baby?"
"No, damn it, that's Andre's baby! Why you think it's Jason's?"
"Cuz you and Andre were together 10 years and no babies. Then Jason is home one summer, spends some time at your place supposedly helping Andre and BAM! You pregnant!"
"Like I told you, we got lucky!" Helen could see where this was going. She and Jason had agreed if their relationship did come out, that they would be honest about it. They both realized that there was no future for them as a couple.
'The real question is: how long you been fucking my son?"
Helen held her sister's eyes as she contemplated her answer.
"It started while he was home for spring break. We...I...let things get out of control!"
"Out of control," Susan screamed, "you fuck my baby and all you say is things got out of control!"
"Look, after I put Andre out and then found out I was pregnant; I wasn't feeling good about myself. I was fat and alone. Jason kept telling me how beautiful I was. One thing led to another!"
Helen recalled the deep depression her baby sister was in. she remembered being very worried about her. Then after Jason's spring break, she was her old self again. Young dick will do that to you, she thought ruefully. She reached out and grasped her sister's hand.
"So what are you going to do now?" Ain't no future for y'all. And while we don't have the hang ups about family and sex, other people do, he got a bright future and I don't want nothing to interfere with that!"
"I know, I know! He and I have talked about it. He gona have his life and I'm gona have mine. Andre and I been talking. He wants to come back and be a daddy to his baby. I told him if he leave them chippies alone we could talk."
"Don't tell him we had this talk." Susan sat up, and took a long pull on her drink. "Why don't we get out and let off some steam. Adam has to spend a couple of days up north on a project. You know, get a little crazy!"
At first, Helen was reluctant. But Susan wore her down. She decided to talk to Jason after her and Susan's night out.
Chapter 3
Jason lay full length on his parents' bed. He was in his stocking feet, clad in his favorite faded jeans. His white tee shirt pulled tight across his muscular abdomen. The sleeves of the shirt stretched tight over his large arms.
It was nearly a month since he got home for the summer. The interview with Tom Cochran had went well. They agreed he would start after the Christmas holidays. The more than generous salary also included a house in the compound.
His mom, Susan, sat primping, preparing for her much anticipated night out with her sister. Her French cut panties rode high on her full milk chocolate colored thighs. The vanity seat caused her ample ass to spread pulling her panties tight. The dark chocolate of her round plump nipples strained against the half bra. The mounds of her large breasts threatened to tumble from the bra like a landslide of tan flesh.
Tonight she needed to blow off some steam. The shock of discovering that her sister was fucking her son shook her confidence. Unconsciously, she thought of her son as one of her "men." The fact that another woman could take a man from her shook her confidence.
She observed her son in her vanity's mirror while they chatted. He was her only child and she loved him without reservation. She noticed the outline of his flaccid member down the legs of his skintight jeans. Like his daddy, the boy was hung, maybe bigger! The fact that her sister got some of that young cock angered and intrigued her. She felt herself getting damp as she imagined them together.
Lawd, she thought, I do need some excitement if my son is turning me on! She leaned forward, applying lipstick gloss to her Cupid's bow lips. She knew this caused her ass be more noticeable. She knew her ass was a man magnet. Unconsciously, she enjoyed her son seeing it on display.
Her husband teased her about watching her ass move when she walked. He said it was like watching two little boys wrestling under a blanket. Susan was a voluptuous, curvy example of African American pulchritude! She knew it and flaunted it!
She had a big appetite for food, sex and good scotch. Her husband, Adam could attest to the sex part. At fifty, she still needed fucking two to three times a week. If he came home from his construction job too tired to perform, he would lay in bed and listen to her get off with her extensive toy collection.
Despite her blatant sexuality, Susan was intensely loyal and true to her husband. She might put it out there for men to see and lust after, but it was strictly look but do not touch. Well, maybe a little touching, she confided to herself.
As long as he could remember, Jason was fascinated with his mom's body. He was sharp enough to know that mothers form their sons' image of women. He wondered if she moaned like her sister during sex. He chortled to himself at the incestuous thoughts. What was that old saying:" We all have secret thoughts that would shame Hell?"
Jason watched hungrily as she carefully arranged her hair so that her blond streaked raven curls fell over her shoulders and breasts. With some embarrassment, Jason felt his cock getting hard. His skintight jeans provided no room for his 9 inches to grow.
Susan licked her lips as she watched her son's cock grow. She enjoyed knowing that she had that effect on men, any man, even her son. She envied Helen for having had her son.
Susan abruptly stood and walked toward her closet. She stopped and turned in front of her son. Her pussy was inches from his face. She leaned over, placed one finger under his chin, lifted his face to hers and pecked him lightly on the mouth.
Her breasts swayed disturbingly. Jason could see the dark outline of her aureole. There was a hint of a chocolate nipple peeking above the half bra.
Jason saw his mother's panties were damp in front. His nose wrinkled unconsciously, picking up the faint aroma of her arousal. He instantly went from semi to a full painful hard on. It took a conscious effort of will not to lean forward and kiss his mother's panty clad pussy. He moistened his suddenly dry lips as she moved past him.
"Go tell Helen I'm ready!"
Jason stood, exited his mom's bedroom, turned and walked down the hall past the washroom to his old room. He tapped lightly on the partially closed door. "Aunty, it's me! Mama is ready!"
Helen stood with a bra in each hand. Neither fit her post pregnancy breasts. She had weaned Theo but the doctor said it would take time for her to dry up completely. She sighed and squeezed her breasts into the largest bra she had.
"Okay, I am just about ready." She resisted the urge to invite him in. She had done pretty good avoiding being alone with him. But she knew if he saw her in panties and bra, he...they would not be able to stop. Besides, she just had her six week checkup and was due to start the pill. Even Andre was getting frustrated at the forced abstinence.
She sighed as she slipped into the pink lace beaded party dress. It had a scoop neck that showed off her cleavage. The hem dropped to about an inch above her knee. The bottom two inches were hollow giving the effect of a shorter dress. She decided to go barelegged and slipped into her blood red pumps.
She inspected herself in the mirror and liked the effect. She sighed, as she knew this was her last big party night. Next week she was moving back to her apartment with Andre. She heard Jason's move away from the door and down the stairs. Lawd, I'm going to miss that young man! And she thought ruefully, his incredible cock!
Helen turned, checked on the baby sleeping peacefully in his bassinet and then walked into the hall.
Susan had noticed her son's massive hard on. The sight of that much young cock getting that hard sent a thrill through her body. Adam had better get home soon, she thought, because now I am getting off seeing my baby's hard on. She walked over to the liquor cabinet. She opened the filigreed oak door and grabbed a bottle of Glenlivet. She splashed an inch into a glass tumbler, threw back her head and down it in a swallow.
Susan sat on the side of the bed and picked up the package of pantyhose. She eyed them critically for a second and then decided fuck it. She would go bare legged. She checked herself out in the full length mirror on the closet. She smiled at the wet spot between her legs. She let her hand lightly stroke her clit through her panties. An electric shock went through her body. I had better not start that, she thought. Like an alcoholic, she knew a little rubbing would only lead to a long session with her vibe.
Susan slipped into her shirtwaist dress. She hurriedly buttoned it up the front, conscious of the fact she was running late. She smoothed it over her full lush frame. She loved the way it moved when she shook her hips. She opened a button at the top. May as well let the girls out for a showing, she laughed.
The sisters met in the hall and started downstairs. They eyed each other approvingly and went down to where Jason was waiting for them.
"Come on, Helen, Susan chortled, I don't want to waste no time fooling around. Momma wants to get a little crazy tonight!"
"Girl, don't be talking like that in front of your son! Whatever will he think of us?"
Jason smiled shyly at the back and forth banter. He had seen them like this many times. He knew that it was mostly talk. Most of his life he had heard this pseudo sexual talk. They were both open about their sexuality.
"Ok, baby we are out of here!"
The rattling of a key in the door woke Jason from where he was sleeping on the couch. He felt around the coffee table in the darkened room and found the TV remote. He pointed at the flat screen and hit the Info button. It was after 2 a.m. He smiled to himself as the loud whispers and muffled titters announced the return of his mom and aunt. Mom and Aunt Helen must have had a good time.
He stood, wiped the sleep from his eyes and padded bare foot to the door in his boxers. He opened the door to see his mom and aunt swaying drunkenly. His aunt bent forward, the key in her right hand, trying to conquer the intricacies of inserting a key in that tiny slot while dead drunk. Her left hand was on the door for balance. Opening the door caused her to lose her balance. Helen fell forward through the open door into the arms of her nephew.
Instinctively, Jason's arms shot out to break her fall. He succeeded in getting his arms around her waist but her momentum carried them both to the floor. He took the brunt of the tumble, barking his head on a kitchen counter. They lay on the kitchen floor, her skirt around her waist and Jason's hands had slipped down and were now gripping her full plump ass. The odor of stale scotch, sweat, perfume and the faint hint of marijuana assaulted his nostrils.
She and her sister thought this was the most hilarious situation ever.
Not only had his mom and aunt been drinking, Jason thought, they toked also.
"Girl, get your big ass off my son!" Susan reached down to help her sister up. She bent at the waist and wrapped her arms around Helen. She overbalanced and fell in a heap, her head on her sister's ass, her legs splayed out behind her.
"You get your head off my ass!" Helen whooped.
Laughing hysterically, Susan tried to stand. The best she could do was roll off her sister and onto her back.
Jason realized that neither of them was in any shape to be coherent. He got a firm grip on his aunt's waist and rolled her off him. That caused her skirt to roll up under her. Jason got an instant hard on when he saw his aunt's hairy pussy. She did not have any panties on!
Helen was dimly aware that her nephew was staring at her pussy. In a saner moment with less alcohol and drugs in her system, she would have quickly covered up. Hungrily, she eyed his thickening member. She tried to shake her head to clear it of the evil thoughts she was having of sucking that young cock again!
He stood and surveyed the women. His mom's thick black bush shot out from either side of her panties. He looked back at his aunt's bare pussy and noted a faint gleam of wetness. When he finally raised his eyes, he saw unbridled lust in Aunt Helen's eyes.
"Boy, what are you doing in your drawers with that thing poking out?" his mom said.
Jason looked down, realizing that he was clad in only his boxers. His cock was hard and extending down the leg of his boxer.
"Ahh...sorry, mom, aunty, let me go get my pants on!"
Helen's eyes stayed glued to her nephew's enormous tool. She ran a wet tongue over her lips. Dam, she thought, I'm going to miss that cock!
"Later, honey, help Aunty up first"
Jason offered his out stretched hand in a futile attempt to pull her up. He quickly realized that despite his size, she was too big to pull up. He squatted in front of her, wrapped his arms under hers. As he positioned himself to pull her up, he felt, her lips graze the tip of his dick through his boxers. A shock went through his body.
"Girl, what you doing to my boy? Cut that shit out!"
In her drunken state, Susan felt a little out of body. Somewhere in her mind, a caution sign went up. She knew they should not have smoked that joint. All that dude was trying to do was get in one of their panties. She vaguely recalled him fingering her pussy before she called a halt. The reefer and alcohol had her feeling detached from the world.
"Wait a minute, Jason; I need to catch my breath!!"
Helen was sweating profusely from her exertions. She had managed to get to her knees but could go no further until she caught her breath. She leaned forward and wrapped her arms around Jason's waist. Inadvertently, her head ended up resting on his cock. She had been here before. She kissed his cock through his shorts. She was high, horny and needy!
"You just jealous because you ain't where I am, Susan!"
Jason's aunt had her arms around his waist in a death grip. The side of her face was rubbing up and down his shaft. Despite her protestations, when he looked at his mom, she was slack jawed with spittle running out of the corner of her mouth. She stared hungrily at her son's large man meat.
"You slut, just cause you didn't get no dick don't mean you can use my baby!"
Neither of them knew that the reefer was laced with other street drugs. The dude at the bar had planned to fuck them both. He had used this combination of drugs before. He knew the effect was a dropping of inhibitions and a burning need to fuck.
Jason noticed an edge to their banter. The sexual overtones were there, as always. However, there seemed to be a hard note of intent under all of the chatter.
Susan crawled on hands and knees to where Helen knelt with her head on her son's cock. She managed to get her hands on her sister's shoulder and roughly pull her away. Helen fell backwards on the kitchen floor leaving Susan at eye level with her son's cock." Helen, I told you to leave my baby alone! Go on back to your husband!"
Jason realized that he was close to realizing a fantasy. His mom and aunt were high out of their minds. He was not sure how far this would go, but he planned to let them do whatever they wanted. Tomorrow there would be hell to pay, but tonight was going to be fun. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of his boxers and slid them to the floor.
Susan watched as her son undressed. She watched his cock spring free and felt it slap under her chin. For a brief moment time froze. Jason's cock twitching, slapping gently under his mom's chin was the only movement.
I'll show that bitch she can't take my baby from me! Susan watched as a hand came up and encircled it. That hand pulled her son's tool to her mouth. She kissed the head. She ran her tongue down its length and back to the head. The saltiness of her son's pre cum invaded her mouth, causing a flood in her pussy. The erotic mustiness of her son's crotch filed her nostrils. That aromatic drug released the last restraints. She slowly inhaled her son's member. She felt a gooey wetness between her legs. It ran hotly like molten lava down between her thighs. I need to stop, she thought.
"You greedy, bitch, you just want it all for yourself!"
Helen tried to get up but could only raise to an elbow. Her hand found her sex and rubbed that wet hole idly. She watched as her sister's head bobbed back and forth on her son's cock. Two fingers found her overheated hole and plunged into its depths. Fuck, fuck, she thought, I got to get some dick!
Jason's eyes moved from the sensual sight of his mom's mouth stretched around his lipstick streaked dick to Aunt Helen sitting legs akimbo, her three fingers frigging her sopping wet hole. He gripped his mom's head in both hands and began fucking her mouth.
Helen managed to get to her knees and crawled closer to her sister. Through heavily lidded eyes, she watched Susan suck her son's cock. She watched as Jason grabbed his mom's head in both hands and began fucking her mouth. Susan's lip gloss was streaked redly over his huge member; her saliva drooled and hung obscenely from her chin before dripping to the white tile floor.
Helen crawled between Jason's legs. She licked her nephew's balls hungrily. She felt him flinch as she sucked one of his enormous eggs into her mouth. Fuck, this young meat tasted good.
Jason knew he would not last long. His mom was bobbing wantonly on his cock, her head a blur as she inhaled his tool. He drew a sharp breath as he felt his aunt slip a finger in his ass while she sucked his balls. He released his mother's head and braced himself against the kitchen counter to keep from falling.
"Gimmee some of that young meat!"
After a brief struggle, they settled into position on either side of Jason's cock, alternately licking down the shaft and sucking the head. Occasionally, they met at his plum sized dickhead. They would wetly kiss, duel with their tongues and then lick back down his tool. Helen had found Jason's prostrate and massaged it hard. She knew that this would cause him to explode.
"Come on, Gawddamit, give us that seed. Show us what you got!"
Explode he did! Jason shot a geyser of love juice. For what seemed like forever, he hosed his mom and aunt. They sat back on their heels with their mouths open and tried to catch as much as they could.
Jason collapsed to his knees, spent. Through a haze, he looked at his mom and aunt. Both of them were covered in his cum. The white cream covered their hair. Love juice covered their tightly closed eyes. It dripped from their noses onto their dresses. The thick white goo covered their mouths, giving them a "Got Milk" mustache. Their necks and dresses were coated in white dripping juice. He watched as they lewdly lick their lips. His mom took both hands and wiped her eyes clean. Then she licked her cum covered fingers. His aunt copied her sister's action to clear her eyes.
"My dress is fucked!" she said.
She stood, struggled a moment with the zipper. Then she stepped out of it, letting it drop to the kitchen floor.
Jason watched with bemusement. His aunt stood before him clad only in a white bra. He noted the pooch of her belly left over from the recent birth of his cousin. That thought triggered concern for the baby. He sprinted up the stairs to check on him.
Susan managed to stand, using the kitchen counter as a crutch. There was a fire in her pussy like she had never felt. The potent drug combination that the dude in the bar had tricked them into smoking was peaking. She had to have some cock. She followed Jason, crawling up the stairs on all fours.
Helen stood in the kitchen weaving from side to side. Her head was spinning but her pussy was on fire. She watched her sister follow Jason upstairs. She slipped and almost fell as she traversed the cum slickened floor. She gripped the bannister with both hands and made her way upstairs
Jason saw that the baby was sleeping soundly. He walked into the hall just as his mom reached the nursery door. She still wore her cum covered dress. He could see his seed all over her face with just a clean spot where she had wiped her eyes clean. Behind him, he saw Aunt Helen staggering down the hall, balancing herself with one hand on the wall.
In for a penny, in for a pound he thought as he grabbed his mother's hand and led her down the hall to her bedroom. He turned and saw his aunt stagger into the bedroom.
"Bitch, don't you get in that clean bed in the jizz covered dress!"
Susan glared at her sister but stripped off the dress. As she stepped out of her dress, Jason pushed his mom onto the bed. He crawled between her fat thighs and buried his face in her dripping wet pussy. The aroma of her arousal was like a drug to him, causing him to push forward with his head, trying to get as deep as he could in her smoking hot cunt.
"Aw fuck, you pussy eating mother fucker, get it all! Lick my fucking pussy!" Susan said she thrust her hips up. She grabbed his head in both of her hands, trying to pull him deeper.
Jason just had plunged two fingers in her steaming hot cunt when Helen stuck a finger in his ass. He yelped and tried to get up but was trapped with his mother's legs wrapped around his back.
Jason began grinding his cock into the mattress. The sensation of Helen massaging his prostrate was indescribable. It caused his whole body to shiver. He felt his mom grab him behind the head and force his face on her pussy.
"Don't stop, baby...don't stop! Mommy needs this! Mommy has to have it!"
Jason was amazed at how large his mother's clit was. Swollen and fully distended from the hood, it was as big as the first joint on his ring finger. He sucked it hungrily.
Somewhere in her drunken haze, Helen realized that if she kept massaging his prostrate, he was going to cum. She had to have some cock before he came. She felt her nephew shudder as she withdrew her finger. She spread his ass cheeks and kissed the wet starfish she found there. She licked it, relishing Jason's muffled moan. Then she let her tongue trail up the crack of his ass, lavishing kisses on each cheek. She planted kisses on each hip and his back as she moved up his body. Finally, she lay full length on her nephew's back. She nibbled on each ear. One hand went between them and she frigged her smoking hot hole. In haze, she thought, her sister has a greedy bitch. She being serviced and she, his aunt, his lover was getting nothing. She would fix this bitch.
She crawled over Jason, pausing briefly to grind her pussy into the back of his head as he ate her sister. Helen's breasts hug invitingly just above her sister's. Susan raised up and took a tentative lick. She liked the taste. She moved a little higher and took one milk-filled jug in her mouth. Milk shot into her mouth as she began nursing her sister's tit
Through a mist of lust, Helen watched her sister nurse at her breasts. Lazily she brought one hand over and stroked her hair. She loved her sister. She felt the stickiness of Jason's drying cum in her sister's hair.
Helen felt Susan tremble as another orgasm wracked her body. She looked back and smiled at her nephew. He was such a good boy. She watched him lick her sister. One hand was buried between Susan's thighs finger fucking her pussy. The other lay on her thigh. She smiled as she saw one of his legs bent at the knee and moving in a circular motion in the air. That must really taste good, she thought.
She turned 180 degrees so her face was even with his. She scooted back slightly placing her pussy at her sister's mouth. She groaned as she felt her older sister's tongue invade the cauldron of her overheated cunt. She roughly took hold of his hair and pulled his head up.
"Let me do it baby!" she moaned.
"Ok Aunty but let mom get on top"
Neither of them was sure what he would do but they obeyed. Then they buried their faces in each other's pussy. Helen was right. Susan's pussy had an incredible taste. She buried her face in her slippery wetness, sliding her face back and forth to cover it in her copious juices.
Jason lay next to them, his head supported by his arm and watched his mom and aunt 69. Even at 20, the eroticism of this moment was not lost on him. Not only was he witnessing a fantasy most men have, but the women doing it were his aunt and mother. He listened to the moans and slurping sounds as they lost themselves in each other's cunt. He smiled as Aunt Helen eased a finger in his mom's ass. He stroked his cock as his mom's big ass rotated on Aunt Helen's finger, trying to get it deeper.
He took a step forward and knelt over Helen's head, his enormous balls resting on her forehead. He heard his mother moaned in disappointment as her sister transferred her attention from Susan's pussy to Jason's balls.
"Dammit, Helen, don't stop! I am so..."
Her complaint was cut short by the thrust of her son's cock can sized tool into her dripping wet pussy.
"OHHH Fuck," she screamed,"Easy, baby, easy! Oh my fucking god!"
Jason slowed his invasion of his mom's cunt. He was about half way in. He eased back and watched her pussy lips turn out. Then he pressed in. Her labia turned in, carried by his girth. Under him, his aunt watched in fascination as her sister's hole stretched to accommodate his love tool. Helen licked her lips, knowing the full feeling her sister must be experiencing. She kissed each of Jason's balls in turn. Then she raised up and spit on his cock to provide some lubrication for her sister. She used her tongue to spread her saliva over the exposed part of her nephews cock.
Susan's eyes rolled back in her head. She could not take it! He was too big. She began to move forward to slide off. Jason chose that moment to slam home, balls deep in his mom's pussy.
"Fuck, baby, fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"You should see how hot this looks from down here," Helen moaned," I can't wait until it's my turn!"
Jason slid back, pulling three or four inches out. Then he eased back in. He noticed his mom was frozen, not moving at all. He could hear soft moans and grunts as she tried to accommodate his tool. He slid back out. On his way back into her cunt, He drew his hand back and slapped her ass hard.
"Move your ass, mom, you can handle it!"
Urged on by her son, Susan began to rotate slowly her big ass on her son's cock. As her wetness increased, she rotated faster. Then she began to thrust back hard, burying her son's cock deep in her vagina. She felt the head of his man meat enter her cervix. The sensation of pain/pleasure was indescribable. She began cumming, as if she had never cum before. She heard someone screaming. In a haze of drugs, alcohol and hormones, she realized she was the one screaming. She felt Jason slapping her ass as he pounded her with a fierce urgency she recognized. He was going to cum. Her son was going to cum in her womb. He was going to fill her with his young potent seed. A corner of her drug and alcohol soaked brain realized the danger. Her husband had a vasectomy and she was not on the pill. She wanted to stop him but lust overcame apprehension. She felt him swell in her. Then he began thrusting hard, pumping her full of his semen. Just as she passed out, she felt his cock pop out of her pussy.
Helen watch from underneath her sister and her nephew with a lurid fascination. Never in her 47 years had she seen something so erotic. She had a ringside seat as Jason pounded his mother. She could see the white froth of Susan's arousal cover her nephews cock. It ran out of her pussy and down her thighs. It dripped onto the mattress. She raised her head and caught some of this love liquor in her mouth. She licked her sister's pussy, getting high on her juices. Then she saw Jason began the short hard strokes. She knew he was close to cumming. She watched as he thrust hard into his mom and leaned back. She could see his seed pulsing up the large vein under his cock. She reached up, grabbed his shaft, yanked it out of her sister and caught the last spurts in her mouth.
Jason collapsed on top of his mother as she lay spread eagle on her belly in the bed. He realized he was still hard. Maybe not the nail driving hardness he had earlier but hard still. His chest heaved as he tried to get his breath. Unlike his mother and aunt, he was still clear headed. He knew what had just happened. He also knew there would be hell to pay when they sobered up. However, for now he had lived any man's dream; he had a 3some! In addition, that threesome was with his mother and aunt!
Helen crawled to her knees. She looked at Jason's jism oozing from his mom's pussy onto the sheets. She glanced over at her nephew. He lay on his back trying to catch his breath. However, his youthful cock was at half-mast, covered in his and his mom's juices. His pubic hair was wet and matted with sweat and cum. She crawled toward Jason's cock licking her lips. She grabbed it at the root and treated like an all-day sucker. She licked up and down and around it, reveling in the taste and aroma. She felt him stiffen as she worked her way down to his hairy crotch. She sucked and licked the creamy juices from his pubic hairs. She looked up into the exhausted face of her nephew. She straddled his hips, positioned his semi hard cock at her slit and slowly slid down, grunting as he slid easily into her pussy. Having the baby had left her larger than normal but just large enough to enjoy this boy's cock.
"You just lay there, baby, Aunty is going to do all of the work!"
Jason felt the smoothness of Helen's pussy as she began to rock back and forth. Her pussy was like a warm wet hand sliding easily up and down his length. He began to thrust up, pounding her loose wet hole.
"Aunty, your pussy feels amazing!"
"It's all yours baby, Auntie's pussy is all yours!"
Helen placed both hands on his chest. She felt the scratch of his pubic hairs on her vulva as she undulated from shoulders to ass, moving her sex back and forth on Jason's cock. It had been so fucking long! She loved the feel of his youthful dick filling her needy pussy. Mini orgasms rocked her body as the head of his tool pounded her cervix. She felt the head slide in and out of her still open birth canal. She thought she was losing her mind in lust as the knob entered her cervix and retreated.
She felt him swell as his orgasm approached. She frantically redoubled her efforts. She had to get there! She had to cum! As Jason grunted and began pumping seed into her womb, she screamed as her orgasm wracked her body.
She rolled off him onto back. The drugs, alcohol and strenuous sex took their toll. Helen passed out.
Jason looked to either side of him at his mother and aunt. It had been a hell of a night!
The wail of a crying baby snapped Helen out of her drunken sleep. Unsure of where she was, she struggled to her feet. The glare of the morning sun assaulted her eyes causing her head to pound. Jesus, how much had they drank. She was surprised to see her naked sister lying next to her sleeping. As she struggled to her feet, the stench of her bedroom overwhelmed her. It smell like a two-dollar whorehouse on Saturday night!
What had they done? She moved naked toward the nursery, her milk filled breasts ached. All it took was the cry of a hungry baby and she began expressing milk. She was stunned to see Jason standing naked in the nursery holding the baby. He turned and smiled at his aunt. Then he tested the milk on his wrist, nodded in satisfaction and eased the bottle into the baby's mouth.
"Just what in the hell are you doing naked?" As she spoke, vague memories began to roll into her mind.
"Don't you remember, Aunty Helen?" Jason had a big broad smile on his face.
Helen watched her baby suck hungrily on the bottle, his face intent, his little fists balled up on either side of his face.
"Oh my god," she wailed," we didn't?"
Jason continued his broad smile. "Yes we did! You and mom!"
The soft pad of bare feet behind her caused Helen to turn. Her sister looked like hell. Her eyes and face were swollen. The hair on her head was matted as though glued together. Susan's pubic hair, Helen thought she could see small flakes of...what...dried cum? She was walking wide legged as though she was sore.
"Jason, just why the fuck are you naked", Susan shouted! She grabbed her head with both hands as the reverberations of her voice caused her head to throb.
Helen held up one hand, palm extended fingers up. "Sis, you need to keep your voice down. I'm hungover."
She turned to Jason. "Change the baby and put him down. Then meet us in the kitchen."
"Yes, ma'am!" Jason nodded.
Susan sounded like an old car.
"But, but, but...!"
"Come on, Susan, we need to talk! And you, young man, get dressed and cover that weapon!"
Jason entered the kitchen sheepishly. The smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the room. His mother and aunt stopped talking when he entered the room. His mom pointed at a chair between her and her sister.
"Sit down, Jason!"
Susan and Helen had recalled most of the night's activities. They had shared their shame at coming home drunk out of their minds and literally raping Jason. Or so they thought!! Now they needed to deal with the aftermath.
Jason had just spent a night like no boy his age had ever spent. He felt like a man. He had serviced two mature women and had satisfied them both. Now it was time to pay the piper. He wandered what form his punishment would take.
"Jason, your aunt and I have been talking. We want to apologize to you for...for... what we did!"
"Yes, baby", Helen added, "we got a hold of some bad shit somewhere and it fucked with our heads!"
"Yes," Susan broke in, "we have decided the best thing to do is to forget about what happened!"
Mentally Jason breathed a sigh of relief. He was expecting a major repercussion. However, it seemed both of them just wanted to forget it. He nodded assent to them but knew he could never forget last night.
"Now, Jason, you have to promise, never, never, never to tell anyone!" Susan shook her finger in his face for emphasis.
"I promise!" He stood and headed to the front.
Both women watched his tight ass as he moved passed them into the Living room. They both felt a twitch deep in their pussies. Avoiding that young virile cock was going to be very hard.
Chapter 4
Jason drove the Caddy smoothly through the curves of Highway 17 as he headed down the Hill into Santa Cruz. It was a week since that mind blowing 3some with his aunt and mother. Although they all were more touchy feely, the women seemed to have decided they it had went further than they expected. While Aunt Helen was sanguine, his mother was wrestling with guilt. Even so, when he hugged her this morning, he cupped her breasts. She had ground her magnificent behind into his crotch before she slapped his hands and made him stop.
He exited the highway and headed through town toward the boardwalk. He and Annabelle, Belle, were meeting for a drink at the Compass Room bar on the bay. He guided the car into a spot just outside the bar. The bar was busy. Tourist season had started and the roads, stores and restaurants were packed. He paused at the entrance. The bar was full, RB music wafted from the jukebox. He spied Belle when she stood and waved.
He mentally did a wolf whistle as he strode toward her and took in her clothes. Belle wore pale pink spandex booty shorts. They emphasized the full curves of her hips and behind. They were topped with a cut off white tee shirt that stopped about midway of her flat muscular belly. Her large breasts caused the tee to hang loosely. Her flip flops were also pink with a blood red rosette over the toes. The barest hint of a camel toe caused Jason to get a chubby. Combined with her shoulder length carrot red hair and heavily freckled moon shaped face, the effect was dazzling.
Belle took a few steps to meet Jason. She wrapped her arms familiarly around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. She noted the thick muscular legs that dropped like mahogany tree trunks from his beige cargo shorts. His camo tee was tucked into his shorts emphasizing his broad chest. He wore no socks with his well-worn grey canvas shoes.
"Hi," she said brightly, "I got us a booth on the veranda facing the bay."
They walked through the glass doors to the veranda. Jason let her slide into the booth first. The booth was a high back wicker affair. The back curved and provided a modicum of privacy while not detracting from the ambiance. To their front and off to their right the expanse of sand sloped down to the gently rolling waves of Monterey Bay. Further to their right craggy bluffs jutted out. The tables to the left were filled with tourists.
"You must think I'm terribly unprofessional to invite you for a drink when I was interviewing you."
"Not at all," Jason laughed, "I was trying to figure how to ask you out!"
They made small talk as the server came to take their order. While waiting for their drinks they made small talk about the warm sunny day and large crowds of tourists. Despite the fact it was their first social meeting, they shared an easy familiarity.
When their drinks arrived, the conversation had moved to their families. Jason related while he was born in California, his family were Louisiana transplants and he was an only child. Jason noticed that Belle's demeanor changed markedly when he asked about her family. Aside from offering that she was the youngest of five children and raised on a farm, she offered no more details. Jason read her closed down body language, tightness around her mouth and furrowed brow, as signs of a recent hurtful trauma related to her family.
By the second round of drinks, Jason's hand lay comfortably on Belle's thigh. They both were enjoying the sun, soft breezes and each other's company. When Belle leaned in and kissed him, her hand found his thigh and gently stroked it. By the third round, they were making out like teenagers.
"Who Whee," Belle exclaimed, fanning herself with her hand, "perhaps we should take a stroll on the beach and cool off!"
They strolled hand in hand toward the bluffs. The crowds thinned as they moved toward the bluffs. The sand changed to small sharp pebbles, making it uncomfortable for a bare foot person to walk. As they rounded the bluff, they came upon a small shelter beach, barely wide enough for two people. In front of them the bluffs continued.
Belle turned to face Jason. She stood on her tip toes, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily. Her tongue lightly touched his partially parted lips. She felt his hands drop to her ass.
Jason was a little surprised at Belle's aggressiveness. In some ways she was like his mom and aunt, sexually aware, knowing what they want and going after it. He let his hands slide down and cup her full firm behind. He squeezed it roughly.
Belle lowered one hand between them and massaged his erection through his shorts. She moaned lustfully as her hand felt its length and girth. Her pussy moistened and began to throb as she anticipated his massive tool entering and filling her. With her mouth still covering his and their tongues dueling, she unzipped his cargo shorts and freed his man meat.
Jason groaned as Belle's hand slowly stroked his erection. He used one hand to push down her boy shorts. He pushed them down over the swell of her bubble butt and let them drop to the sand. He felt her undo his pants. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. Their lips ground against each other's as their hands explored their genitals.
Belle broke their kiss and let her head drop to his chest. Her hips began to slowly thrust against his hand massaging her pussy. She felt her hand becoming sticky with his precum as she continued to slowly stroke him. She took a hard sibilant breath as his index finger invaded her sodden slit.
They slowly sank to their knees, their mouths finding each other on the way down. Their tongues moved back and forth in each other's mouth, first her sucking his tongue, then he sucking hers. Overhead the seagulls circled and squawked, the waves broke on the sand next to them.
Jason reached between them and took hold of his cock.
"Wait, Jason," Belle groaned, "let me put it in!" Belle wrapped her legs around his waist. She gripped his neck with one hand while Jason held her waist. Belle leaned back and looked down at his dark throbbing, heavily veined tool. She took it in her hand and pulled gently.
Jason moved forward reacting to Belle pulling on his dick. He looked down between them marveling at the contrast between her freckled hand and his cock. They both watched as Belle positioned the head of his meat against her swollen cunt lips. Again Belle pulled gently. Jason moved forward, his mushroom head pushing between the dripping lips of her neatly shaved pussy.
Belle released her grip on his cock and let her hand join the other around his neck. They held each other's eyes, relishing the joy they felt in each other.
"Now Belle?"
"Yes baby, but slowly! I want to feel you slowly filling me!"
Their eyes moved from drinking in each other to looking between them as Jason slowly entered her.
"Fuck Belle you are so damn tight!" Jason's cock throbbed as it entered the glove tight snugness of her twat.
"Jezuz, Jason, Jezuz! I can feel your dick head pushing into me! I can feel my pussy stretching!"
Jason felt his tool bottom out against Belle's cervix. They both looked down to see his balls dangling with two inches of cock still to go. They began a slow in and out rhythm, their eyes alternating between watching between them and drinking in the need in their eyes.
"Does that feel good, Lover? Does my cock make you feel good?"
Their speed increased as their passion deepened.
"Oh Jason, I love how you fill me! Every inch of my body can feel you in me! Fuck me hard baby!"
Belle's legs tightened around Jason. She moaned loudly as his balls finally slapped her ass, causing her to have a mini orgasm.
Jason leaned forward and balanced on one hand. He wrapped the other around Belle's waist. Without missing a stroke he laid her on her back on the sand. Belle's screams of ecstasy rivalled the sounds of the seagulls and the bay. The white clouds and blue sky blurred as she came to a screaming orgasm.
"Oh fuck, fuck, I'm coming! Don't stop! I'm coming! Oh gawd! Oh gawd!"
Jason felt her pussy spasm around his cock as Belle thrust up, coming hard and wetting them both as she squirted. Jason raised on his arms and slammed hard into the vee created by her legs wrapped around his back. He pounded her so hard the sand built up behind her head as she was pushed toward the water.
"Come again," he demanded, "do it again! I want us to come together!"
"Then keeping fucking my hard! Make me want it! Make me come, Gawddamit!"
Unexpectedly, Belle slapped his face. The suddenness of the blow caused Jason to see stars. He took one massive hand and slapped her back. And they came! Their orgasmic screams drowned out the sounds of the sea. The seagulls roosting on the bluffs took to the air as though a predator's scream had been heard. Below them two bodies gyrated and thrust as their screams filled the air.
Jason lay exhausted on top of Belle, sweat streaming off him. Belle's legs dropped to either side of Jason's body. Her hands slowly moved up and down his body. She slowly ground her crotch into his, relishing the feeling of him pumping his seed into her, wanting to get every drop.
"That was amazing!" Jason groaned huskily.
"Who you telling?" she laughed. Belle let her hands drop to his ass. She marveled at the size and hardness of his athlete's body." I have never had better!"
Jason rolled off of Belle. They lay next to each other as they recovered. Belle rolled to face Jason, holding her head in one hand. "And if you think this is a one night stand, you got another think coming!" she said laughing, wagging one finger in his face.
Jason rolled toward her and kissed her. "Are you kidding," he chuckled, pointing his finger first at himself and then at his semi hard cock, "me and him have found a home!"
Two weeks later*
Helen heard the phone ring as she stared in horror at the pregnancy test stick. In a trance, she picked up the phone.
"Helen, Helen, Oh my god, I just took a pregnancy test and I am pregnant! You know whose baby it is!"
Helen nodded her head wearily.
"Welcome to the club!" Helen answered quietly
"You mean... you are...?"
"Yes I am" she replied.
"Helen, what are we going to do? My husband had a vasectomy so he will know it's not his! Gawddamit, I am fifty years old! I can't be having babies!"
"Susan, I am not sure what we are going to do! But at least I still have my maternity clothes!"
346 Jason's Journey Pt. 3
Schaka
This story contains interracial sex. If that offends, please go no farther
Chapter 1
They exchanged small talk as the truck tooled through town. Ahead, Jason saw the turn that would take them to their home. He felt a stirring in his jeans as their home hove into view.
Although he was home for two weeks after that fantastic night with his mom and aunt, nothing else had happened. If anything, Susan had been more standoffish. She called a halt to their chats in her bedroom. She also began wearing house robes that covered her from neck to ankles.
When he called Aunt Helen to ask her about his mom's sudden change, she explained it was a mixture of guilt and shame for what had happen. But even she, his other mother, avoided being alone with him.
Jason retrieved his bag from the bed of Adam's truck. He trudge carefully up the walkway in the light November rain. His father led the way into the house. Jason dropped his bag in the foyer. He looked questioningly at his father. With a tired smile, Adam pointed toward the kitchen.
The aroma of nutmeg, sweet potato pie, cornbread dressing and turkey and ham permeated the air. Susan was in full holiday feast mode. Her back was to her son as he eased up behind her and threw his arms around her waist.
"Happy Thanksgiving, mom!" Jason cried. Something did not feel right.
Susan turned and warmly embraced her son. Tears streamed of joy down her face. Her baby was home!
Jason pushed his mom away and look down at his mother's distended belly.
"Mom...what...are you... are you pregnant?"
Susan gripped her son's face with both of her hands and kissed her son wetly on his cheek.
"You ain't gone blind have you, baby? I'm either pregnant or I have the granddaddy of all gas attacks!"
They shared a brief laugh at her brassy joke.
"Why didn't you tell me?"
"You had school to worry about! We saw no need to worry you with the goings on here!"
"Well, congratulations!" Jason turned and extended his hand to his father who took it and shook it silently. His father seemed a little sad. There was a hard set to his jaw and he swallowed hard a few times.
"Thank you, son. Why don't you put away your stuff. There is a game on in a few hours. We can catch up while we watch. Would you mind picking up your aunt? Her husband, Andre was held up by a late plane."
"Ok, dad, no problem!' Jason watched his dad move to the basement door and disappear into his man cave.
Turning to his mother, Jason said, "Mom you look amazing! You almost glow!"
Susan walked over to her son. She placed her flour covered hand on his cheek. He eyes were sad as she looked into his eyes.
"You so full of it! And if I am glowing, it's because my baby is home!"
The rain increased as Jason made the short drive to his aunt's apartment. He mulled over the stunning news of his mother's pregnancy at 50. Something was nagging at the edge of his awareness. It was like when you can cannot quite remember a name or an address. You know that you know but you cannot quite pull it up.
He guided the truck into a space just outside his aunt apartment. As he stepped out of the truck, he felt the bite of cold on exposed skin. This could turn into a serious rainstorm. He tapped lightly on her kitchen door. He smiled as her heard the wail of his little cousin followed by his aunt's cooing trying to calm the toddler. He must nearly four months old by now.
He heard the doorknob turn and had a big smile on his face as it opened.
"Jason! How are you, Sweety?" Helena spread her arms wide, preparing to hug her nephew.
"Aunt Helen! How are...?" The words froze in his mouth as he surveyed his aunt. She wore a multicolored muumuu. It hung low in the back but high in the front as it tried to cover her belly.
"Aunt Helen, are you pregnant?" The words stumbled out of Jason's mouth.
Helen assayed a lop sided grin as she watched her nephew process the information overload he was experiencing.
"Yes, Jason, I am pregnant!" She reached out, took his hand and pulled him inside.
"But so is mom! How...who...I mean...!"
Helen watched as the light went on in Jason's brain.
"Oh my god, no! You don't mean...?" His finger pointed at Helen's round belly. It then folded back and pointed at himself.
"Yes, Jason, it's your baby!" Helen watched him closely. He was beginning to sway. She pointed at a kitchen chair. "Sit down, Baby! If you pass out, ain't no way I can pick your big ass up!"
Jason slumped in the chair. The room moved around him as he tried to collect himself.
"But mom is pregnant also!" he said.
Helen slid into the chair next to her nephew. She took his hand in hers and began to stroke it.
"Yes, Susan is pregnant also!"
"Am I...?" He could not finish the sentence. Horror welled in his throat blocking the words.
"Yes, Jason, Susan and I are pregnant and you are the father!"
The movement of the room accelerated. Jason felt himself losing consciousness. A sharp crack on his cheek snapped him back.
"We ain't gona have none of that!" Helen was indignant.
With some difficulty, she reached up in cabinet and got a glass. She moved to the fridge, pushed the glass against the recess lever in the door and filled the glass with ice. She filled the glass with water and walked back to the kitchen table. She sat the ice water in front of Jason. Then she awkwardly slid back into her chair. She watched as he took a deep gulp. When he went to speak, she extended her hand, palm out, fingers spread and up.
"Hold it, she said, let me explain otherwise we might be here all night! Presumably I can skip the birds and bees conversation!" A smiled played across her lips as she raised one eyebrow questioningly.
She had him recall the night they had come home drunk. He nodded. She went on to explain that she had just had her six week checkup and was just starting on the pill.
"But...but mom?"
"Years ago your father had a vasectomy. Susan was on nothing!"
That was the niggling datum the Jason could not drag up. He knew Adam had a vasectomy.
"What did mom tell dad?"
"We lied," Helen said blithely, "we told him that some guy got us high and took him some pussy! That is pretty close to the truth. He went looking for him but, thank god, he didn't find him! And for me, I just adjusted the weeks a little and told Andre it was his"
"Why didn't mom tell me?"
"She figured you would want to do the noble thing and accept responsibly. It is better your father and my husband not know the truth!"
Jason nodded at the ramifications of admitting incest with his aunt and mother.
"Ok, get my bags. I am staying the weekend with y'all! Andre just called. His flight just landed in San Jose and he is on his way."
Jason scooped up his aunt's bags and tossed them into the back of the truck. Then he helped his aunt and baby into the truck. The rain was much heavier now with reduced visibility as Jason crept down rain slick roads toward his parents' house.
At one point, they were stuck at a traffic light. Helen jumped slightly.
"What's wrong Auntie?"
Helen reached over, grabbed Jason's hand and placed it on her belly.
"I get a little feeling sometimes, like popcorn popping, I think the baby is starting to move!"
Jason kept his right hand on Helen's belly. Just as traffic started to move, he felt a sensation under his palm.
"Is that it," he said excitedly.
Helen smiled and nodded at her nephew. She laid back in the seat, relishing the feel of her baby's daddy, her nephew's hand on her belly.
By the time Jason guided the F-150 into the driveway of his parent's home, the rain hit with its full fury. Visibility was no more than a few feet. Jason opened the door of the truck and jumped to the ground. He moved quickly around the front of the truck, opened the door and helped his aunt out of the truck.
Helen clutched her baby tightly as she gingerly eased herself to the ground. Despite the cold driving rain, she felt warmth suffuse her body as Jason's arm encircled her waist. They carefully negotiated the driveway.
Susan was concerned about her son and her sister. The rain was coming down heavily. She moved to the window facing the driveway, peering through the rain for her husband's truck. She started as she felt Adam's arms encircle her waist.
"Don't worry, Momma, Jason's a good driver. They will be ok!"
Susan let herself lay back against the strong broad chest of her husband. He was a good man, a good provider. How many men would accept his wife being pregnant by another man? How many men would still show her love and affection after this ultimate betrayal? She let herself cuddle in his strong arms. Dear god, she thought, even this good man would probably not accept his son fathering the child.
"There they are," Susan cried!
They watched as the truck eased into the driveway. They saw Jason bound from the truck, run around and help Helen from the truck.
"I'll get the door," Adam said!
Susan felt a twinge of envy as she watched her son wrap his strong arms around her sister and help her up the driveway. She mentally shook herself, dropping those unhelpful thoughts. They were all in this together. Besides, she thought, I have Adam. A part of her mind was horrified at the implication of that thought. Does that mean that Helen has Jason??
Despite the flurry of activities associated with the holiday dinner, Jason managed to get a few minutes alone with his mom.
"Mom, I am so sorry about getting you pregnant!"
He was behind her, his arms wrapped around her ample ass and now matching belly. Susan let her head lay back on her son's strong chest. She felt warm and protected.
"It's not your fault, Baby!
"But it is! If I hadn't...!"
Susan clasped her son's hands, pressing them tighter around her swollen womb.
"But we did! Moreover, we are all adults! Adults accept the responsibility for their actions. I...we...are having a baby! I will love and care for it just as hard as I loved and cared for its father!"
Jason felt his mom's butt move slowly back and forth against his cock.
"Mom!!"
Susan giggled.
"Sorry Honey! But I just had a flash back to that night! Wowee doggy! That was some serious fucking we did that night!"
"MOM!!"
Susan managed to get her hand between them. She grabbed her son's cock and gave it a squeeze.
"Now get out of here before an old woman loses control...AGAIN!!"
Jason lay nude on the futon in his father's man cave. He had talked to Belle on the phone. She was spending Thanksgiving with her mother and aunt at her aunt's farm. Over time, after several trips to visit him on campus, she had explained why she did not talk about her family.
After thirty years of marriage, her mother had left her father. She was living with her sister down by Watsonville. To add insult to injury, she was pregnant. Not only that but she refused to say who the father was. They were estranged for several months. However, as her mom's time drew near, she was due next month, they reconciled. In fact, she was moving her mom back to Santa Cruz to live with her.
Jason had not mentioned it to her, but he planned to ask her to move in with him. Now he thought about his dad's joke about the Chinese symbol for confusion, two women under one roof. He sighed heavily. Well, tomorrow he would drive up to Misty Valley to see his house. He shuddered as he realized he had to tell mom and Aunt Helen he was moving into his own place. He was not sure how they would take that!
His dad was sanguine, saying it was time for him to get out on his own. His father had ended their conversation, after they polished off a six pack, by reminding him that nothing was more important than family. "Family trumps all troubles, all people!" Adam said wagging one huge finger in his face.
Aunt Helen, Andre and their baby were using his room. Andre was over the moon with joy. For many years, he and Helen had wanted kids. Now BAM! BAM! They had one and another on the way. With a little help, Jason thought wryly.
He heard footsteps upstairs. The footsteps moved across the kitchen. He heard the door at the top of the stairs open. Slow, heavy steps made their way down the stairs. He turned to his side and raised his head on his elbow. In the dim glow, he could make out his mom's shape.
"Is everything ok, mom?"
Susan moved over to the futon. She pushed her son's legs aside and sat down heavily.
"I thought we should talk and this is the only chance we will have for the next few days!"
Susan glanced down and saw the outline of her son's cock through the sheet. Coming down here was a bad idea. It had all seemed so clear when she was upstairs lying next to her husband, Adam. She would go downstairs and she and her son would have an adult conversation about their situation.
"Ok mom"
However, she realized now that what she really wanted was sex with her son. She flashed back to the pain/pleasure of Jason's cock in her sex. She felt her pussy getting moist under her caftan.
"It's important that you don't let this change your life. Me and your father want you to finish college!"
Jason let one hand rest on his mom's thigh. He gently stroked it up and down.
"I will, mom. I will need a lucrative career to take care of you and Aunt Helen. I want to be a good father to my children."
Jason's hand had pushed Susan's caftan up. Now his hand was stroking the inside of her thigh, mere inches from the furnace that was his mom's pussy. He could feel the heat on his fingers.
Susan knew she should stop him. She knew that she had to be the adult, try to maintain some propriety. She grabbed his hand but did not move it from her thigh but held it tightly.
"And...and, Susan moaned, we must...!?
Susan looked down and saw her hand was rubbing her son's cock through the blanket. She watched in amazement as it grew.
"We must remember that we are mother and son. We must control our ...needs!"
Susan slowly pulled the blanket down, exposing her son's cock. She watched it grow as she slowly stroked it.
"Fuck, mom!"
Jason wilted under his mom's withering glance.
"Watch your language, young man!"
"Ok, ok, but if we are going to talk you have to stop stroking me!"
Susan looked deep in her son's eyes. Then her gaze trailed down to her hand encircling his cock. She leaned down, gently kiss the large mushroom head and let her tongue wander over his large slit. Jason gasped, his hips involuntarily thrusting up. With an effort of will, Susan sat up and released Jason's cock.
"Even though we have committed the ultimate disrespect of your father, we must not allow ourselves to carry this any further."
She put a finger to his lips as he sat up to protest.
"No, no, you must listen to me!"
She jumped and her hand went to her belly. She kept it clasped there as the sensation ran through her womb. Realizing what was happening; she grabbed her son's hand and placed it on her womb.
"That's our baby! It's moving for the first time!"
For the second time that day, Jason felt a child of his move in its mother's womb. His gaze went from the miracle he felt with his hand to his mom's almost beatific face. He raised up on one elbow and kissed her lightly on her cupid bow lips.
The feelings of love she felt for her unborn child and her son overwhelmed Susan. She returned his kiss with a tidal wave of passion. She took his head in both of her hands and let her tongue wander over the fullness of his lips. She was dimly aware that Jason had unzipped her caftan. It fell in folds around the plumpness of her womb.
Their tongues dueled in each other's mouth as their passion built. He took her breast in his hand and kneaded it from the base to the diamond hard tip that was her nipple. He gloried in her sharp intake of breath and lustful moans. This was his woman and he wanted her.
Jason's other hand moved from her womb to the blast furnace heat of her sex. Through her neatly trimmed fur, he lightly stroked her swollen labia. His fingers came away coated in the slick, thick goo of her arousal. The aroma of her arousal permeated the close confines of the man cave.
Susan's pelvis began a slow pulsing up and down as her son's finger ran up and down her engorged pussy lips. As his finger moved across her enlarged clit, she felt a squirt of love juice from her pussy. She recalled when she was pregnant with Jason how she was always horny, wearing poor Adam out.
Jason felt his mother's juices hit the palm of his hand. He let one finger slowly enter her. He felt her head drop to his shoulder as she fucked his finger. He gasped as he felt her reflexively grab his cock and squeeze it.
"Oh baby," Susan moaned," you make momma feel so good!"
She took his head in her hands and pushed him down, down to her needy pussy. She needed to be licked! She needed to feel her son's mouth on her pussy.
Jason slid to the floor, planting kissed on the roundness of her belly. He kissed his way around its girth and found her hairy hole.
Susan lay back crossways on the bed, her legs spreading to allow her son access. She heard a scream and realized it was her scream reacting to her son's kisses on her labia. She gripped his head, forcing him deeper between her full thighs.
Jason's tongue flicked lightly at his mother's clit. It had swollen to the size of the first joint of his ring finger. With each flick of his tongue, Susan shivered. He felt her thighs quiver, they clamped painfully hard against his head. Suddenly his face was drenched in her ejaculate. Jason sputtered as her juices filled his mouth and nose.
A light sheen of sweat covered Susan's body as she lay back on the futon after her orgasm. One hand grasped her belly instinctively. Her breaths came in short hard gasps. Her legs relaxed, freeing her son from the vise of her thighs.
Susan raised her head to see her lover. She saw his face and hair dripping her juices and began to giggle.
In mock anger, Jason wiped his face with his open hand.
"You did this, mom!"
Susan could not stop giggling at her son's appearance.
"I'm sorry, baby, you just look so funny!"
Jason rose to his knees between his mom's thighs. He let the head of his meat touch his mom's pussy lips. With one hand, he gripped it at the root and moved it up and down between the swollen, goo dripping lips of her womanhood.
"For laughing at me, you are going to have to beg to get this!"
"Look, boy," Susan tittered," I been doing this a lot longer than you and I ain't never begged for no cock!"
Jason let the head large mushroom head of his cock push lightly into his mom's love canal. When her hips involuntarily thrust up to receive him, he pulled back. His eyes moved from her face, showing lust and frustration to her pussy. It lay gaped open, her labia quivering.
"Say please, mom, say please stick it in!"
Jason could barely contain himself. Every fiber of his being cried out to ram his tool deep into this most inviting of all love canals. He knew they would fuck eventually but he wanted his mother to beg for it. He wanted to control, however briefly, this strong dynamic woman. He rubbed the head over her clit and then moved it between her pussy lips down to the peritoneum. He heard her groan loudly as he pressed against her starfish.
"No, gawdammit, I won't beg, I won't!"
"You know you want it! Say it mom, say it!"
"Aww fuck, baby, fuck, I need you, I need you, I need you!" Please stick it in mommy, PLEASE!!
Jason smiled broadly, as he let his cock slide slowly into the streaming cauldron of his mom's cunt. His reward was a low lustful groan. As he continued to slide his length into her sex, she raised up and stuck her tongue out at him.
"We both win!" she cooed!
Jason reached down, took both of his mother's tits in his hands, and massaged them as he slowly pumped in and out of her. The squishy sound of an overheated pussy filled the tight confines of the man cave. Jason could feel her pussy quiver internally.
"Do you know how much I have dreamed of this moment? Do you know how much cum I have shot while imagining being in this most amazing of all pussies?"
"No more than the times I have dreamed of this moment. My son, my baby, fucking me and feeding his baby in my womb!"
The thickened walls of his mom's pussy twitched spasmodically as Jason maintained the steady two step of sex. In and out, he moved with a deep powerful rhythm, in and out. His hands kneaded his mother's tits, starting at the base and working their way out to her rigid nipples and back again.
"Does that feel good, mom? I am making you feel good?"
Helen felt her vagina stretch to accommodate her son's tool. She could feel him sliding back and forth in her pussy. Each thrust radiated thrills that started in her love canal and move through her body. She could feel the baby move as its father's tool pressed against her cervix. Love and lust dominated her mind. Love for her son and his baby; lust at for the inimitable intimacy that only an incestuous relationship can bring. Jason was at once her son, her lover and her baby's daddy!
Helen gasped out the words she had only said to her husband.
"It's your pussy, baby, all yours! You make your mother feel like she has never felt before!"
"Come with me, mom! Come with me! Let's share the moment!"
Their plunging increased frantically as they pushed each other to their orgasm.
"I'm coming, baby, momma's coming! Come with me! Feed our baby!"
Their orgasms were like out of body experiences. They were one person in a world of their own. Their bodies pushing against each other, their ejaculates drenching them both and the sheets. They lay for a few minutes bathed in sweat, their breaths coming in short, hard gasps.
Slowly they came down together. The walls of the man cave came back into focus. They had been somewhere else during their lovemaking. Now they reentered the real world. Still on his knees, Jason head lay on his mom's belly. She gently stroked his sweat drenched head.
"I'd better get back upstairs"
Jason slid back and watched as his cock slid wetly from his mom's pussy.
"Just a minute, mom! Let me clean you up."
He quickly walked the few steps to the basement bathroom. He took a towel from the rack. He turned on the water and adjusted it to a comfortable warmness. He soaked the towel thoroughly, wrung it out and went back to his mom.
Helen still lay on her back. Guilt, doubts and love wracked her mind. She had always been a one man woman. Now she was cheating on Adam with his son!
Jason knelt between his mom's legs. Impulsively, he leaned down and kissed her come and sweat soaked pubic thatch.
"Boy, unless you gona lick me clean, you better stop!"
Jason let his tongue move through his mother's still swollen labia. He felt her shiver. He sat up and began wiping the residue of their lovemaking. The intimacy of this action was not lost on either of them.
"There," Jason exclaimed as he finished wiping his mom's vulva, "all done!"
Susan stood, retrieved her caftan from the floor and slipped it on. She stood on her tiptoes and lightly kissed her son on his lips. The she retreated back upstairs.
The following day was Thanksgiving. Jason woke to the rich, spicy aromas of the holiday feast. He could hear the footsteps of his mom and aunt on the floor above. The murmurs of their conversation drifted down. The words were indistinct but the tone was jovial.
He rolled to a sitting position, his feet slapping the cold floor. Jason decided against adding a robe to his normal boxers and tee shirt. He stood and padded bare foot up the stairs and into the kitchen.
"Good morning mom, Aunt Helen!"
Jason walked over to his mother, wrapped my arms around her ample waist, and kissed her on her cheek.
"Morning, baby! I'll have breakfast ready in a few!"
He sidled over to Helen and repeated his greeting, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.
"Morning, Jason!"
Aunt Helen rotated her ass seductively against his groin. She leaned her head back and whispers in his ear:
"I saw Susan sneaking back to her room walking wide leg! You need to feed this baby too!"
"Any time, Aunty Helen, anytime!!"
He cups her breasts and squeeze them.
"Y'all better cut that shit out," Susan warned, "we ain't even had breakfast yet and y'all playing spank the monkey!"
Helen glanced toward the Living Room and the stairs leading up to the bedrooms, verifying that Adam and Andre were not in earshot.
"Gurl, don't you be sweating me! I saw your big ass sneaking back to bed this morning. The whole hall stank of sex!"
Susan shot a quick glance toward the stairs. She tittered.
"And, Lawd, it was amazing! My baby know how to handle his business!
Jason felt heat rise in his face. It was embarrassing to hear his mom and aunt discuss having sex with him. He realized that they dealt with their misgivings and were comfortable with the situation. He, on the other hand, was still trying to get his mind around the fact that his mom and aunt were pregnant and he was the daddy. He shook his head ruefully.
"Mom, Aunty Helen, you are embarrassing me!"
"Well, you weren't shame faced when you was laying that pipe and knocked us up!" Helen offered.
Jason stepped between them extending both arms, playing acting like a referee separating two fighters.
"Ladies, ladies, don't fight over me!"
"Ain't no fight", Susan offered, "you my son." She lowered her voice and said:
"And you my baby's daddy!
Helen placed her hands on her full hips, let her head rock and hissed:
"This belly ain't gas! He knocked me up too!"
Exasperated, Jason turned to his mom. With his palm open, he slapped her smartly on the ass.
"OUCHH!! What you think you doing? I'm your mother!"
He turned to Helen who was trying to scoot away. He smacked her ass.
"If you two don't stop, I'm going to spank you both!"
The two sisters looked at each other and grinned.
"So now he want to get REALLY kinky and started spanking us too. It wasn't enough that he took advantage of us while we was high!"
"Yeah," Helen added, "and had us eating pussy for the first time in our lives! So what other weird shit you learn in college!"
Jason threw his hands in the air in defeat.
"I'm going to shower and get dressed, he groaned!"
Their good natured laughter followed him down the stairs.
Chapter 2
Belle could almost scream in frustration. She was stuck in traffic. A protest march of some kind had the intersection blocked. Jason was due at her house any minute and she was going to be late.
She spied a phone booth and managed to pull over and park near it. She exited her jeep and hurried to the phone. She fumbled in her purse and found a quarter. She dropped the coin in the slot and heard the familiar chimes. She dialed her home and waited impatiently as it rang. The rain began again, streaking the grime on the exterior of the phone booth. On the fourth ring, her mother answered.
"Mom, I am stuck in traffic. Jason is due any minute and I have one more stop to make. I'll be about thirty minutes late."
May smiled at the torrent of words unleashed by her daughter. "Don't worry, Dear, I'll entertain your young man!"
"Oh thank you mom! You are the greatest! Bye!"
May shook her head ruefully as she hung up the phone. Annabelle had her share of boyfriends but apparently, this one was special. She stroked her belly as she moved slowly toward the kitchen. Her flowered caftan swished softly as she walked. Caftans and muumuus were her primary clothing in this final month of her pregnancy. She wore a bra to support her milk laden breasts but no panties.
Part of the way there, the doorbell rang. The bell rang again as May moved slowly toward the front door. She opened the door smiling, prepared to meet her perspective son in law. Her smile froze as she saw the ebony visage of Jason, her Jason, standing in the door.
They stood for a moment thunderstruck. In an instant, their eyes took in each other. Jason managed to speak first.
"May, what are you doing here?" Confusion was apparent on his face.
May unconsciously touched her distended womb. The baby was turning restlessly. It seemed excited. "I...I live here now with my daughter!" A riot of emotion ran through May. There was confusion at seeing her erstwhile lover standing at her daughter's door. There was a joy at seeing the man who had so changed her life. Finally, the beginnings of a horror at realizing her daughter's boyfriend was the father of her baby.
May finally noticed that Jason was dripping wet from standing in the rain. "Come in," May's voice cracked.
He stepped into the small foyer. Jason watched as May moved slowly across the room. Her wide hips caused the dress to sway softly. "Please sit down. It is obvious we need to talk before Belle gets home!"
"Belle, where have you been? For weeks I hung around town hoping to see you!"
May plopped down heavily on the brocaded divan. Wearily, she patted the empty spot next to her. The baby seemed to be doing somersaults in her womb. Slowly she related the tale of her life after their encounter on the bus.
She and her sister, Ellen sat on opposite sides of the breakfast counter in her large farmhouse kitchen. The kitchen was roughly 20' by 20'. It was a throwback to the days when the farmhands were fed supper by the farm owner. The counter was actually an old 9' long oak table that her husband converted to a more modern breakfast counter.
The house itself sat in the middle of a 100 acre farm where they grew lettuce, cauliflower and other vegetables. It was more than 100 years old, built of granite blocks and close to 2500 square feet. Her husband's grandfather built the house in the late 19th century. The master bedroom was adjacent to the kitchen. The living area was opposite the kitchen. Down a short corridor from the living area were three small bedrooms.
Jim's grandfather had planned for children. He had also planned to have them at a distance from the master bedroom. He, like his son and now his grandson enjoyed sex and did not want children close enough to put a damper on his fun.
Ellen wore her Oshkosh by Gosh bib overalls. They were the kind that were like shorts, stopping just above her knee. Under these, she wore a tee shirt and, incongruously, red French cut panties.
Of her four children, only her 24 year old son was still home. He was the oldest and would inherit the farm. Jim jr. was still single and dated sporadically.
"What happened, May? You and Henry have been married 30 years!"
"Ellen, I just reached the end of my rope. He saw me as little more than a farmhand, there to do chores and fix his meals. We hadn't had sex in nearly five years!"
"Five years!! My god, sis, how did you manage that?"
Both sisters had high sex drives. More than once, they were caught with one of the local guys. However, May never got past handjobs while Ellen got married because she was pregnant.
May chuckled and held up her calloused hands. "If it wasn't for these, I would have left him years ago!" Embarrassed, May covered her mouth with her hands as Jim jr., Ellen's son, entered the house.
Jim jr. was easily 6' 1", around 190 pounds. While Jim was fair with blue eyes, He had his mother's red hair and green eyes. He was also a full head taller than his father was. Jim jr, heavily tanned, had laugh wrinkles around his eyes. May noticed her sister's eyes were fixed on her son's crotch. When Ellen caught May staring at her, she nervously shifted her gaze to her hands.
"Mom, dad said we would be late for supper. We are having some problems with the pump for the irrigation system!"
"Okay, honey, thanks!'
"Aunt May, if there is anything I can do for you, please let me know!"
"Why thank you, Junior, I'll keep that in mind!" May noticed the emphasis on the "anything".
As Jim jr turned to head back to the fields, May saw the color in her sister's cheeks. A thought crossed her mind that she quickly suppressed.
Later that evening, May lay in the bed. Ellen gave her the room at front of the el shaped corridor. Jim jr had the room at the far end. The middle room was vacant. The warm welcome helped as she spent her first night as a soon to be single woman. She sighed as she recalled the short acrimonious call with Henry. She told him she would not be coming back. True to form, after the initial shock, he complained about having no help during the chores.
May was exhausted. The day had been physically and emotionally challenging. As she dozed off, she thought she heard the floor creak as though someone had crept past her closed bedroom door. Later the sounds of moans woke her briefly.
The next three weeks were a blur as she retained a lawyer, called her children to tell them of her decision to divorce their father. None of them took it well, but Anabelle was the most vehement. She hung up on her mother.
May had also missed her period. She thought nothing of it at first. She suspected she was in menopause. She mentioned it to Ellen who promptly made an appointment with her doctor. She left that appointment stunned. She was pregnant. Moreover, there was absolutely no doubt about who the father was!
She told her sister while the men were in the fields. She also told her who the father was. Ellen began to chastise her for being so careless. When she continued, the hair trigger of suppressed emotions exploded.
"At least I'm not sneaking around fucking my son! Don't you dare berate me!"
The opened mouth, wide eyed shock that Ellen showed was all the confirmation anyone would have needed. "How...no...I'm not ...how did you find out?" Ellen's eyes kept making furtive glances at the door. Her husband and son were due in for supper at any moment.
Relenting some, May reached out, covered her sister's hand with hers and patted it. "Two or three nights a week, I have heard you tip toeing past my room. Then I would hear the muffled moans, groans and the creaking bed. It didn't take a detective to figure out what was going on."
"How old are you now, May, 48?" May nodded.
"I was 49 and entering menopause. Instead of a decrease in my sexual desire, mine increased wildly. Poor Jim was having trouble keeping up! He is 5 years older than me."
May nodded again. "I experienced something similar!"
"Well, I got me a vibrator. Two or three times a week, I used it and it helped. But the only time I could use it was during the day while the men were in the field." Ellen began to warm to her topic. "The one I had back then was only six inches long. Since then I moved up to a nine inch one"
"Really??" May's hand went to her mouth.
Ellen leaned forward and whispered, "Junior is huge and I kind of got used to big ones!"
May giggled nervously.
"Anyway," May continued, "I was using my little one and Junior came in just like he did the other day. I didn't hear him. I was so into it, I didn't even know he was in the bedroom door watching me! That is until I felt him sucking my titty!"
"Oh god, no," May exclaimed, "What did you do?"
"Well my eyes popped open. I had them closed. My eyes pop open and there is my son kneeling by my bed, sucking my nipple and stroking the biggest cock I ever saw!"
May leaned forward. She broke out in a light sweat and she felt moist between her legs. "Oh my god!"
"Yea, that's what I said! So there I am, my feet on the bed, my legs spread like the wishbone on a turkey, my fat ass in the air and moaning to beat the band. And we both came! Me shooting a stream the length of our bed that damn near ruined my bedspread and Junior creating a dinner plate sized puddle on the throw rug by the bed."
"And??" May was breathless with anticipation.
"Well I was trying to recover and figure out what to say, when he stands up, his cock still hard, mind you, comes around, gets on top of me and shoves it in!"
"Get the fuck out of town!" May exclaimed.
Ellen nodded. "You remember that old Starland Vocal Band song, "Afternoon Delight'? Well that's what it's been! Afternoon, evening, nights, anytime we can! It's star rockets in flight!"
Both women were still laughing when the men came in for supper.
"And Jason, I stayed there until Belle and I reconciled and I've been here ever since!"
While May told her story, Jason had placed one arm around her back and the other on her abdomen. He slowly stroked her as she finished relating her story. May's head was on his shoulder. Throughout her tale, she slowly stroke his cock. She pushed down his sweat pants and tried to lean over to suck his cock. They both laughed when her belly would not let her.
May stood, lifted her caftan and straddled Jason. When he went to hold his cock and put in in her dripping wet pussy, she playfully slapped his hand. "You taught me how to do that! Let me do it!" May got a firm grip on his dick, positioned at her pussy and slowly slid down. "Lawd, I have missed this!"
As May's head dropped to touch his forehead, Jason placed on hand on either side of her belly. He felt the baby kick. "Hey, he said, "daddy is home!"
May slid up and down the thick slick shaft of her young lover. She felt the fullness she missed, she felt the baby kick as Jason's cock touched her cervix.
They had only fucked that once on the bus but they made love now like long time lovers. They knew the rhythm each needed. They knew the pace that brought them both to orgasm together. They came together. Jason filled her pussy and her womb with his seed. The baby, who was active during their lovemaking quieted down.
For several minutes, they stayed like that, forehead to forehead, May's arms around his neck, Jason caressing her belly, his cock buried deep in her.
Later, When Belle arrived; they were sitting on the divan talking. They had decided to tell her. She had a right to know. Neither of them knew how she would receive the news that her boyfriend was the father of her mother's baby.
"Well, sorry to be late! But you two seem to have hit it off!" Belle felt a slight unease as she saw Jason and Belle sitting side by side. Their hips were touching. Each had a hand laying familiarly on the other's thigh.
"Annabelle, May said quietly, sit down.. We need to talk!"
347 Jason's Journey Pt. 4
Schaka
Jason's journey continues. The four women in his life make some decisions.
All characters are over eighteen years of age. This is a work of fiction.
Jason's Journey - Part 4
"I don't understand!"
May had just told Annabelle that she was pregnant by Belle's boyfriend, Jason.
"Belle, I'm not proud of what I did on that bus but it did change my life for the better. Your father and I were strangers after thirty years of marriage. Having sex with Jason on the bus was my rebellion. Getting pregnant was an accident!"
"So you are telling me you fucked my boyfriend, you are having his baby but it's a good thing for you! That's fucked up!"
"Baby, Jason pleaded, I didn't know you when I met May on the bus!"
""Right! You both keep saying that! The realty is the man I let into my life has been fucking my mom! And what happens when the baby comes?"
"Well, I want to be in the baby's life...!"
"How the fuck is that going to work? By the way, you two looked chummy when I came in. Had you been fucking?"
Both Jason and May dropped their heads. Their faces reflected their guilt.
"Oh my god! Oh my fucking god!" Belle turned and stormed out the door. Jason jumped up and ran to the door, trying to catch her.
"Let her go, Jason! She needs time to work things out in her mind!" May's head dropped to her chest and she began crying.
Jason walked back to the divan and sat next to May. He put his arm around her shoulder as she sobbed.
"It'll be okay, May, I promise you it will be ok!"
"But, Jason, I have left my husband and betrayed my daughter. I have nobody and no place to go!"
"You'll stay with me!
Ellen hung up the phone. She had just called her sister May to let her know that Annabelle was at the farm. She sighed as she thought about the mess they were all in. Hell, she could not judge May. She was fucking her son. She knew that had to stop. There was no future in it for him or her.
She walked slowly from the small living room to the large farmhouse style kitchen and out on the porch. In the distance, she could hear the growl of the tractor as her son and husband worked in the fields. It looked like another good harvest. The past four years had been profitable years for the farm. She and Jim Sr managed to put away a sizeable sum. Maybe it was time to take that vacation they had promised themselves for so many years. That Caribbean cruise would give them a chance to reconnect. Moreover, she thought ruefully, it would give her a chance to break this addiction she had for her son's cock.
Ellen had been having sex with her son for more than six months now. While she had to admit it was the most exciting and fulfilling sex, she had in her near 50 years, she knew it had to stop. Jim Jr needed to get out with his life, find a nice girl and start a family.
Annabelle lay in the dark on her back in her Aunt Ellen's spare bedroom. After she stormed out of her apartment, she realized she had no place to go. After driving aimlessly for a while, she decided on her aunt's place. She spent many summers and weekends on this peaceful working farm. Despite being heartbroken, she smiled at the thought of those summers. Her cousin Jim had been her first.
A soft knock on the bedroom door drew her out of her reverie. Thinking it was her aunt, she told her to come in. When her tall handsome cousin stuck his head in the door, she scrambled to cover herself. She was topless with just her bikini panties on.
"Jim, you should have said it was you!"
"Sorry, Belle, I should have. But you were in such a state when you arrived this afternoon; I wanted to see if you were ok!"
"I'm sorry I barked at you." Belle patted the side of the bed. "Sit down!"
"So what's going on, Carrottop?"
"James Carruthers jr., if you insist on using THAT name, I will call you Junior!"
Jim jr. raised both hands in surrender. "Ok, ok! But my, my, we are touchy today!"
Belle's mood softened. She realized she was taking her anger out on her cousin. "Sorry Jim. It's just life can be so fucked up sometimes!"
"If you want, we can talk about it. I don't know if I can help but talking about it might help!"
Annabelle related the story of her mother and Jason between sniffles. When she finished, she had sat up and was resting her head on her cousin's shoulder.
"Wow!" Jim explained, "Fucking wow! That is intense!"
"Ya think!" Belle injected sarcastically. She sat up and placed her hands on her hips, causing her large tits to jiggle disturbingly.
Jim cleared his throat and tried not to stare at his cousin's breasts. "But look, all of that happened before you met him."
"But, it's my mom, Jim! It's my mom he was and is fucking!"
"And what about us? We were fucking up until a few years ago! Should he hold that against you?"
Belle flopped back on her back. Her tits jiggled and then sat like twin mountain peaks on her chest.
"And look, put something on! I can't talk if you keep jiggling your jugs in my face!"
"That was different! And you used to like my jugs!" Belle reached over for her tee shirt draped on the chair and wriggled into it.
"I still do! However, if I am going to help, your breasts can't distract me. How big are they now anyway?"
"36D! So what should I do?"
"First move over so I can lie down! Let me share a secret with you. Perhaps it will help you put things in perspective. You cannot tell anybody!"
"Ok! Ok! We have shared secrets before!"
Jim took a deep breath. He needed to talk to someone about his relationship with his mother. Belle visiting gave him the perfect opportunity.
"I'm fucking my mother!"
"WHAT! Belle's scream echoed through the small room. Jim quickly rolled over and put his hand over her mouth.
"Shush, dammit! Mom and dad are sleep, not dead! "Belle nodded her head and Jim removed his hand.
"You are..." started loudly. She saw Jim raise his hand to cover her mouth again and dropped her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. "You are fucking Aunt Ellen?"
"YesI"
"When...how...give me the fucking details!"
"Well, it's been going on about six months. She usually sneaks down here 2 or times a week after daddy is asleep!"
"Two or three times a week! The old girl has a lot of life in her. But what does that have to do with me?"
"Well, one of the things I have learned is there is a big difference between sex and love. I enjoy fucking mom. Nevertheless, I still love her and dad. What I do with mom is just sex."
Belle snuggled closer to Jim. She caressed his abdomen with the palm of one hand as the other stroked his thigh.
"Was it just the physical act with us?"
"At first! We were just horny teenagers. But I came to love you for more than that hot bod and dripping wet pussy!"
Belle slapped his leg affectionately. Her hand moved up and palmed his bulge. "Same here Tiger! If we hadn't had the pregnancy scare, I'm not sure how far we would have gone."
Jim jr. and Belle's relationship ended three years before when her period was 6 days late. As they sweated the days, they tried to plan what they would do. They realized there was no future for them. By the time her period arrived, they had decided to cool the affair.
Jim turned to Belle and kissed her lightly on the lips. "So you on the pill now?"
"Yes I am!"
"What size did you say your breasts were?
Belle pulled her tee shirt up over her tits. "Want to see?"
Jim leaned over and flicked Belle's nipple with his tongue. Then he lay across her and took the other in his mouth.
"Mmm bigger and tastier than before!"
"I'm bigger and tastier all over, Belle said quietly.
"Oh really! Let's see!"
Jim slid down Belle's belly, planting kisses all the way. When he got to her navel, he let his tongue explore its depths. Then he let his wet tongue tip trail down and across the smoothness of her silk panties. The aroma of her arousal assaulted his nostrils. He moved his feet up by her head as he used one hand to push her soaked panties to the side. He groaned as he felt her take him in her mouth.
Jim let his tongue slide through her molten wetness. His reward was a flood of her juices when he flicked her clit with his tongue. For several minutes the cousins lay head to toe, savor the juices and taste of each other. Their moans and groans filled the confines of the little room.
Belle bobbed faster and faster on Jim's large cock. She could feel the large vein swelling as her neared his orgasm. At the same time, Jim took Belle's clit in his mouth. He sucked it hard like a little cock while slipping two fingers in her pussy. They came together. Belle squirted hard against Jim's hand while he filled her mouth with his seed.
Belle raised her head. A trickle of cum drooled from the corner of her mouth and ran down her chin. She made an effort to wipe it off.
"Just like old times, she smiled"
Jim turned and straddled Belle. He leaned down and they kissed. Jim could taste his sperm in belle's mouth. He slid easily into her pussy. They fucked until they were exhausted and fell asleep
Ellen slipped out of bed and tiptoed out of the bedroom. She glanced back in the darkened room at the shape of her snoring husband. It had been two nights since she fucked Jim Jr. Her resolve to end the affair with her son had slipped. She rationalized that a few more times would be ok. She would break her addiction to her son's cock when she and her husband took that cruise. Jim Sr. had agreed that they should take some time off. Besides her pussy ached for Jim jr. big young cock.
She moved stealthily across the kitchen and into the living room. She froze as she entered the hall leading to the bedrooms. What was that noise? Her ears strained trying to sort out the muffled sounds. Tentatively she took a few more steps forward. It was coming from the room where Belle was staying. She took a few more steps and listened intently.
The sounds were the moans of someone having sex! She could hear the bed creaking. A light went on in her head. Jim jr. was in the room with Belle and they were having sex! Outrage welled in her chest. The very idea that they were fucking in her home, under her roof outraged her. Good god, they were cousins! She took another angry step forward. Then the reality of the situation came to her. She was on her way to fuck her son and found out he was fucking his cousin.
She smiled ruefully. There was little different between what they were doing and what she and Jim jr. had been doing. It was all incest. She realized that her outrage was really jealousy. A muffled oh fuck wafted through the door. Jim jr. was really fucking her good.
Ellen turned and walked back down the hall and across the living room. She moved purposely through the kitchen and back into her bedroom. She pulled the covers back and slid into bed next to her snoring husband. Ellen reached down and took his flaccid member in her hand. She stroked it slowly feeling it get semi hard. She leaned down and took her husband's cock in her mouth. Her head bobbed slowly as she savored the feel of this familiar tool in her mouth.
"Wha...wha...what?" Jim Sr struggled to wake up. "Ellen what the hell are you doing, he said sleepily?"
Ellen raised up and looked back at her husband. "Sucking your dick, Jim! You can go back to sleep or you can get busy at the other end! However, tonight I need the taste of you in my mouth.
Jim Sr lay on his back as Ellen bobbed lazily on his cock. He turned sideways and pushed up her nightshirt. "Sweetheart, you are full of surprises!"
Ellen groaned as Jim Sr kissed her pussy. I hope that you will never know what kind of surprises, she thought as she and her husband 69ed.
The four of them sat at the breakfast table the next morning.
"Thank you for letting me stay here, Aunt Ellen! I'm going home today!"
"Well, Sweety, you are welcome anytime!"
Jim jr. walked Annabelle to her car. "So you have decided what to do?"
Belle stood on her toes and kissed Jim jr. on the cheek. "Yes, I have!"
She resisted his attempts to find out her decision. She waved at her aunt and uncle standing on the porch. Then she jumped in her car and began the drive home. Yes. She had made up her mind about her mom and Jason. Now she needed to tell them and get on with her life.
Susan and Helen sat across from each other at Susan's kitchen table. They were drinking coffee instead of their usual rum. They were both five months pregnant. Alcohol and reefer were off limits. Jason had just packed some clothes and left.
He had just told them about May. He also told them that he was going to let her stay at his home in the Misty Valley until she had the baby. Susan and Helen tried unsuccessfully to convince him not to do it.
"Can you believe this mess?" Helen took a sip of her coffee and grimaced. "This shit will never replace rum!"
Susan shook her head. "That boy got to learn how to keep that dick in its holster. He got three women pregnant in less than a year!"
I don't know if that white woman...what's her name...really count. She was just a one night stand!"
Susan grimaced as she sipped her coffee. "Her name is May Allen. Look, I'm worried about him getting hooked up with some old broad like us and ruining his future"
"Bitch, what you mean old broad? I was riding that young cock like it was a thoroughbred horse and I was the jockey!"
"You didn't do any more than me! My pussy still twitches when I think about it!"
Helen took a sip of her coffee and looked wistfully out the kitchen window. "Yeah, me too! And my ass too!"
"Your ass," Susan screamed, "Your ass! You let him have your ass?
"You hussy! He ain't never even tried to get my ass! When did this happen?"
Helen smiled coyly at her sister. "Well you remember dinner the week after the baby was born? I had just moved in. Adam went to bed because he had to be up earl and we was talking."
"That man," Susan exclaimed, "all he do is eat, sleep and work!"
"You left out one other thing he do," Helen teased," I hear y'all in your bedroom!"
"You kinky ho! You need to find some man to shake your bed so you won't be listening to me and my man!"
"Girl, you ain't said nothing but something to do! As soon as I get my six week checkup, I'm getting back in the saddle.
Jason raised his arm above his head and waved it back and forth.
"Ladies, ladies, you shouldn't discuss your sex life in front of me!"
Susan dismissively flapped her hand at her son.
"We ain't talking about nothing you ain't doing." Susan turned her attention to her son with a slight smirk. "You are getting some, aren't you?"
"None of your business!" Jason fired back, laughing.
Helen felt an odd sensation as the subject of Jason's sex life came up. She knew that she was part of his sex life. Maybe only a small part after that afternoon four months ago, but a part nevertheless. She was not sure if she wanted to hear about other women.
"What about that white girl down at MVC Enterprises? Y'all seem to be kinda chummy."
"Mom, her name is Belle. She is just a friend."
"Have I ever seen her?" Helen felt a wave of anger sweep over her. It took a major effort to keep her voice even and not betray her jealousy.
"No ma'am," Jason offered, "she is in HR down in Santa Cruz at MVC Enterprises. Three years ago she put me on as summer help."
Susan leaned conspiratorially toward her sister. "He helping to do more than work. He been at her place more than here!"
Helen felt a tightness in her chest. She really did not want to hear about Jason's sex life. However, she could not stop listening.
"Mom, you know that's not true!" Jason stood and stretched. "I need to get some sleep. Mr. Corcohran wants to see me tomorrow morning."
"What's up?" Helen managed to choke out.
"I think he will offer me a full time job!"
"Baby that would be great!" Susan said, pride filling her chest.
"Yeah, but you be careful! I hear they get a little kinky in that gated community he lives in!"
"Aunt Helen, I have talked to Mr. Corcohran many times. He is a nice guy and a good business man!"
Jason turned and went downstairs to his father's man cave. Aunt Helen and the baby would be staying in his room until she was able to go home.
Helen stopped and took a long sip of her coffee. "Look I know we ain't supposed to do this, but can we put a little rum in here for flavor?"
"I'll get us both some rum and I got a joint hid away. Bu no mo 'til after the babies are born!"
Susan stood awkwardly and straightened her nightgown. It was black silk with straps and a scoop neck. It stopped about mid thigh. She pushed the three step stool by the cabinets to the short cabinet above the refrigerator. She step on the first step and teetered.
"Come here and help me. This belly throws my balance off!"
Helen pushed the chair back and stood slowly. She walked over to where her sister was and put one hand on her ass.
"Freak! I said hold me not get free feels!"
"Ho! Will you go on and get the shit! Don't no body want to squeeze this fat ass but Adam!"
Susan took a step up the ladder and looked back down at her sister with a smile. "My baby, Jason likes it!" She took another step up, looked back
"And if I recall, when we had that threesome with Jason, you couldn't get enough of licking it!"
"You freak bitch! You was creaming like you liked it! Now quit playing and get the rum!"
Giggling, Susan reached up and pulled out a half a fifth of Bacardi Dark. She handed that down to Helen. The she stood on her tiptoes. Her face was a study of concentration as she felt around on the shelf. Then she smiled, turned and displayed her discovery, a nice fat joint.
Susan climbed down from the ladder and walked back over to the kitchen table. She splashed about two fingers of rum in each coffee cup. She sat the bottle on the table and walked over to the stove, turned it on. With some difficulty, she bent over and lit the joint. She stood and took a long, lung filling drag.
"Ho! Do I get some or you gona stand there and hog the reefer?"
"Ok, OK, Susan said." She walked over and handed the joint to her sister. Susan watched as Helen took a long drag, held it then exhaled. "Okay now finish the story!"
"Well, Helen continued, all that talk about him fucking that red headed white bitch had me mad and horny. I knew I couldn't fuck him but I just needed to get the come taste in my mouth!"
Susan nodded and licked her lips.
"So I sneaked downstairs. He was laying there on that futon. His cock was making a tent in the sheet. I tiptoed over, slowly pulled the sheet back. He must a been having a wet dream. There was a wet spot on the sheet. I leaned down and started licking it and he woke up!"
"Aunt Helen...what...?"
"Shush," Helen said, "we don't want to wake your folks up!"
Jason groaned as she swallowed his cock.
"You got to be quiet, baby! I shouldn't be doing this but I need it!"
Jason sat up on one elbow. With his free hand, he ran his fingers through his aunt's hair. He leaned forward and let that hand slide down her back to her ass. He stroked her ass and let his finger slide over her puckered starfish.
"We can't do nothing 'til I have my six week checkup. But I just had to taste you."
Jason forced the tip of his finger into her anus. "This don't need a six week checkup, "he moaned.
Helen groaned as Jason's fingertip invaded her ass. This was one of her hard and fast no no's. She had never done anal. She held his cock in one hand and licked it from root to tip.
Jason managed to get his whole index finger into Helen's ass. Her sphincter muscles clamped down hard. He waited, enjoying the sensations of her talented mouth and tongue on his cock. As she relaxed somewhat, he began to slide his finger slowly in and out.
Caught up in her uncontrollable lust, Helen paused and raised her head. "I don't do booty fucking," she moaned.
"Not even for your favorite nephew? "
Helen began bobbing rapidly on Jason's cock. She tried to make him come. She knew if he did not that she would eventually let him have her ass. A lifetime of fear caused her to redouble her effort.
Jason set up and grabbed his aunt's head in both hands. As he forcibly pulled her head away from his throbbing cock, her tongue wagged in the air just above his dick head, trying to get one more taste.
"Stay there!" he ordered her as he took the few steps to the bathroom. He thought he saw something useful in the medicine cabinet. He opened the cabinet door and saw the small bottle of mineral oil. He took it and walked back to the futon.
"On your knees, Aunty!"
"No fucking way," Helen said, "ain't nobody had my ass and I ain't starting now!"
"Then you should leave, Aunty Helen!"
"You putting me out?" Helen was indignant. She risked a lot sneaking down to give this ungrateful boy a blowjob. Now because she would not let him fuck her ass, he was telling her to leave.
"No ma'am, I'm not! All we did when you were pregnant was get each other off orally. It was fun 69ing with you, but I want more! If I can't have your ass, I'll wait until your checkup!"
"What makes you think I'm going to give you some pussy then? Once I'm back in shape, I can have any man I want!"
As Helen stood, Jason sat on the futon, his cock bobbing gently. He pulled the sheet on him and turned on his side. "Good night, Aunt Helen."
"Wait a minute," Susan said, "You mean you sucking his dick and he made you stop because you wouldn't let him fuck your ass!"
Helen took a long sip of her coffee/rum mixture. She pushed the cup toward Susan for a refill. "And the little shit turned his back to me!"
Susan refilled both cups with rum, took a long pull on the joint and handed it to Helen. Helen took a pull.
"Well, go on! Tell me what happened!"
"Well, I'm pissed, right? I mean my husband, André don't fuck my ass. So I go upstairs and get me a glass of water. I am good and pissed."
"Girl, you should have been! I bet that redheaded bitch got him into that! What happened next?"
"Well, I decided to go back and give him a piece of my mind. I mean I don't take second to nobody!"
"Heard that shit!" Susan nodded her head weaving
Helen turned and stared at the door leading down to the man cave. She strode purposefully toward the door and down the stairs. She would give him one last piece of her mind and then get on with her life. No twenty year old brat was going to tell her what to do!
As Helen took the last step into the darkened room, Jason grabbed her around her waist, pinning her arms to her side.
"What the fuck!" she exclaimed.
"Shush, Aunty! You'll wake mom and dad."
Jason picked her up and threw her belly down on the futon. He lay on top of her and pinned her arms behind her back.
"Let me up Gawddamit!"
"Keep it up and they'll hear you."
Jason grasped both of Helen's wrists in one of his massive hands. With the other, he poured the mineral oil over her ass crack. He drizzled some on his throbbing cock. He figured she was coming back and waited for her. He thought he recognized something in Aunt Helen that she did not know about herself. She was a submissive. Not the "Please spank me" kind. He thought she liked rough treatment. He recalled the spring when he smacked her ass and she smiled shyly while cursing him.
Helen bucked and kicked trying to free herself. This bastard was not going to fuck her ass! She tried to draw her legs up and kick his balls. He deftly avoided her. Then she felt the slickened head of his cock slide between her ass cheeks. She tried humping her ass up and down to throw him off. Too late, she realized that was the wrong move. She was forcing her ass against his cock.
She felt the head of his dick press against her butthole. "Stop, damn it!" She felt the pressure as he pushed down against her struggling body. She felt pain as her virgin ass prepared for its ultimate violation.
"Stop! Don't do this! PLEASE! It hurts!"
"Quiet, Aunty, otherwise mom and dad will wake up and discover us like this. What would you say? Would you tell them that all you wanted was to suck my cock but I wanted your ass and you said no?"
"Fuck that hurts," Helen groaned as an inch of her nephew's cock slid into her ass. She felt him pause. Her sphincter muscle began to relax. She felt him slide back until just the head pressed against her anus. Then he slid back in.
"You like that, Aunty? You like my dick in your ass?" Jason drew back one hand and smacked her ass hard. The sound echoed through the tight confines of the room.
"Aw fuck, Helen moaned, her ass stinging with his repeated assaults, I'm not one of your bitches! I'm your aunt!"
Jason began a slow in and out of Helen's tight ass. He had to go slow because he felt like he might pop any minute. "Say it, Aunty, Say I'm your bitch!"
Despite herself, Helen's hips began to move, accepting more of his cock in her ass.
"Never, you motherfucker, never!"
Jason saw that she was moving with him, pumping her ass up to accept more and more of his cock. He continued smacking her ass hard, causing his hand to sting.
"Aw fuck, Helen moaned her ass pumping."
"This is what you need, Aunty, you need someone to take charge."
Helen pumped harder against her nephew's invading cock. There was pain but there was also this incredible feeling. It felt like her ass and pussy were on fire. She felt Jason release her hands. Instead of trying to throw him off, she slid them both under her. She frigged her pussy with both hands, reveling in the feeling of her ass full and her pussy gushing. Every inch of her skin was alive, pulsing with an inner fire suffusing throughout her body.
"Say it, Aunty, Say it!"
"I'm your bitch," Helen moaned, thrusting hard against the cock in her ass, "I'm your bitch!"
They came together. Jason's seed exploding into her ass, filling her bowels while her pussy flooded the futon. Even as he lay on her back exhausted and spent, she kept moving her ass. The feeling was incredible.
As she came down, she could feel his dick softening but staying hard enough to stay in her ass. She rotated her ass, relishing the feel of his semi hard cock moving in her ass.
"So what now, Jason?"
Jason rolled off Helen onto his back. He watched as she sat up on the edge of the futon.
"What do you mean, Aunty?"
"Will you please stop calling me aunty? You just reamed my ass and you keep saying aunty!"
Jason took her chin is his hand and kissed her lightly. "You will always be my aunty...and my bitch!"
Helen stared hard at her nephew. A flood of conflicting emotions washed over her. She was not sure what she felt. Was it love or lust? Did it really matter? She stood and felt his seed oozing out of her ass and running down her legs.
"Well, your bitch needs to clean up and get back to bed. The baby will want a feeding soon!"
"Girl that sounded so hot!"
"Yeah, and once I got into it, it was fucking hot!"
The two sisters silently drained the rum bottle and finished the joint.
"Well, you know what we got to do!"
"We gona dress?"
"Let's just put on a coat over our gowns!"
The sisters trooped out and got in Helen's car.
May sat looking disconsolately at the television. A sense of incredible sadness overtook her. She left her husband, her daughter was gone and pissed and Jason was a good man but 30 years age difference was too much to overcome. A knock on the door drew her out of her black pit of despair. She struggled to her feet and walked to the door.
Two large Black women stood at the door. They both had red eyes and seemed unsteady on their feet.
"You May Allen, one of them said"
May nodded.
"This is my sister Susan Beavaneax, Jason's mother. I'm Helen Granteau, his aunt.. We need to talk!"
348 My Funny Aunt
Schaka
So I'm divorced from my first wife and living in a downtown high rise. There was a death in the family. I was asked to board some of the relatives coming in town for the funeral. The son of my "funny aunt" prevailed upon me to let her stay at my place. I resisted. He pleaded. His wife was pregnant and they already had two kids. There was no room.
My place was small. It was barely 800 sq. ft. It was just 2 tiny rooms. But I relented. I gave her my bedroom and I bunked on the couch.
Her son dropped her off early in the afternoon. She was 50ish and I was 30. She was amazingly well preserved. Her breasts had lost the fight with gravity. But they were full and lush. They tended to jiggle disturbingly when she moved. She was 36-38, D or better. Like most older women she had fantastic legs. They were long and well-shaped. She stood 5' 7"- 5' 8" or so, about 170 lbs. Her ass was full, round and well-shaped. She had a slight pooch to her belly. Her black hair was mingled with grey. She wore stylish wire rimmed glasses. She also had a fondness for sour mash whiskey. At that time in my life, so did I.
The three of us put a dent in a quart of Maker's Mark. When he left, nobody was feeling any pain. While he was there his mom had changed into peignoir. It was a knee length, filmy pink thing. It covered all the vital parts but when the light was just right, you could see the outline of her lush body through it. I caught myself staring, trying to imagine what might be under the insubstantial gauzy thing
We finished off the bottle and she tottered off to bed. I grabbed a beer and settled into watch some TV. Two beers into it, I needed to piss. One of the inconveniences of my small apartment was that the bathroom was in the bedroom. I knocked gently on the door and got no answer. I eased the door open calling her name. She was passed out on the bed, flat of her back. The pink peignoir had ridden up around her hips. Her pussy was on display. Her bristly black bush was streaked with gray and neatly trimmed. Her labia were large. They were the color of ripe plums, a rich blue black color. Between them was the beginning of the pink inner lips. They glistened slightly with her wetness.
I shook myself out of the lustful trance I was in. I tiptoed across the floor. I partially closed the bathroom door and took a leak. When I finished, she was still laying there, her wet pussy on display. I tiptoed back across the room. I went out into the other room and closed the door behind me. I lay down on the couch, those vague memories flooding back. The effects of the alcohol kicked in. I fell asleep, stroking my dick and having incestuous thoughts about my aunt.
I was having this strange dream, almost a wet dream of someone sucking my dick. It was an incredible blowjob! Light teeth action on the head of my dick continued with a hot wet tongue licking the underside and on down to my balls. The light pressure of a finger against my ass was replaced by a wet tongue. Nearly ready to cum, I woke up.
My aunt was kneeling on the floor, my dick in her hand, her face buried between my thighs. I could feel her tongue probing my asshole. I jumped up from the couch.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I screamed at her.
My sudden movement caused her to lurch backward. She was sitting on the floor, her back against the couch, her legs splayed out in front of her.
"I'm sorry. I...I...I must have drunk too much!"
I was at once repulsed and aroused. Even as I screamed at her to go to bed, my dick was so hard it hurt.
"You perverted old bitch!"
Pre cum dripped onto the floor. She was on all fours trying to get up. She was too drunk to stand and rolled to her back. I sat on the couch. My temples throbbed with the beginnings of headache from the adrenaline and a hangover.
"Aunty, just get up and go back to bed." I uttered tiredly.
I was too tired to deal with this now. Aunty was still struggling to get to her feet. She tried to crawl but her knees go tangled in the folds of her gown and she would roll to her back. She pulled the gown up and started to crawl toward the bedroom. All this did was put her big ass on display. She crawled past me. On impulse, I slapped her ass. She rolled to her back again. I felt my dick getting hard as I stared at her gleaming wet pussy.
I mentally slapped myself. Boy, you are a perverted mother fucker to be staring at your aunt's pussy like this!
It was obvious I was going to have to help her up. I stood over her, got my hand under her arms and helped her to her feet. In the process I could feel her full breasts against my arms. She slumped against me. I turned her so that my arms were under her arms and under her breasts. As I duck walked her back to the bedroom, my hard dick was being bent back by her weight against me. I pushed her forward. She fell face down on the bed. I could see small wet spots where my pre cum and stained her peignoir. She mumbled something and started snoring.
Her peignoir was trapped under her. I could see her full ass. Her left leg was bent slightly. The hair of her pussy was clearly visible. I found myself slowly stroking my dick. The urge to fuck that full ass was almost overwhelming.
I turned to leave, but hesitated at the door. Instead, I walked to the head of the bed. I leaned forward so my dick was above her head. I rubbed my dick against her cheek. Pre cum shone wetly on her cheek. I drug it across her lips.
I began to slowly stroke my rigid member. The old freak had it coming. After all, she had started it.
Whap!
Whap!
I slapped her face with my dick. She snored, open mouthed. I positioned my dick just in front of her open mouth. I felt my seed rising from balls. The pressure built. I exploded. I watched as rope after rope of my man fluid shot from my engorged member. It hit her open mouth. I watched through lust filled eyes as her face and hair where covered in my love fluid.
I braced myself against the wall, spent. The headache was fully there now. My head throbbed. I watched as aunty rolled over, smearing my cum on the sheet and spreading it all over her face.
I staggered out the couch. What the fuck was wrong with me?? Jezuz, I had just jacked off on my drunk, sleeping aunt's face. I sat down heavily, ashamed of myself. I lay back on the couch and tried to get back to sleep. I dozed off with my dick getting hard again as the image of my aunt's cum covered face filled my mind.
The next morning it was like it never happened. She showered and dressed first in the bedroom. While I was showering and dressing I heard her answer the door for her son. They were having take out coffee when I came out of the bathroom. Aunty was wearing a dress with a full skirt. It came to just below the knee. It flowed and moved with her when she walked. I was struck by the fact that she was wearing stockings with a pattern to them and a seam up the backs of her shapely legs. The bodice of the dress was cut just low enough so the tops of her large breasts were visible. The cleavage that made was only rivaled by the Grand Canyon! She looked like, and probably was, a late middle age cougar on the prowl!
The day was spent visiting relatives and paying our respects at the funeral home. The services were scheduled for the next day. Late in the day we stopped at a liquor store and grabbed a bottle of Maker's Mark and a 12 pack. We also got some take out Chinese. While we ate and drank, Aunty changed into her pajamas. She took some light teasing from my cousin about packing so much lingerie. She gave me a quick look as she said she only had the two and had spilled something on the other. I felt the heat come to my face. She knew what I had done!
The three of us killed the 12 pack and about 1/2 the Maker's Mark. When her son was leaving, with motherly concern, she cautioned him about driving drunk. She closed the door behind him. She turned, leaned against the door, looked at me and said we have to talk!
"I know you jacked off on my face last night." she said. "And I had it coming."
"Nobody has that coming! But waking up with my aunt sucking my dick was very confusing!"
"I'm an old woman with too much sex drive and not enough sex. I heard you pissing and got incredibly turned on. When I thought you were sleep, I came out just to look at your dick. Then I touched it...I...I got carried away."
We were both drunker than we should be but we were having the conversation we both needed.
"If there is anything I can do to make up for what I did, please tell me!"
I poured us both another drink. Aunty downed hers in one gulp. She slumped down on the couch. She tried to stand. I unzipped my pants and took my hardening dick out of my pants. It sprang erect like it was spring loaded. I grabbed her head and forced my dick in her mouth.
"Finish what you started, you old freak!"
With loud smacking sounds she inhaled my dick. I felt the head first touch the back of her throat then move down it. Up her head came and down it went forcing my dick deeper in her throat. Her drool was running down my dick to my balls. I felt her finger pressing against my ass.
I fell backward on the couch. She crawled between my legs and continued sucking. Her head bobbed up and down, fully engulfing and swallowing my dick deep in her throat. Her finger pressed against my anus, then entered it. She stroked my prostrate as she sucked my dick.
I could hear this strange animal sound. It moaned, squealed and cried out. It mewled in passion. I realized it was me. I also realized that I that my ass was off the couch. Aunty's finger was buried in my ass. She moved it back and forth. I was balanced by my head on the couch and my feet on the floor.
Expertly, she massaged my prostrate. She rubbed it slowly back and forth while deep throating my dick. I thought I was dying. My heart was trying to jump out of my chest. I tried to take deep breaths. All I did was moan louder. My body, suspended by my neck and feet, began thrust up and down, trying to get my dick deeper in her mouth, to get her finger deeper in my ass. Then I started cumming. The first spurt went deep down her throat. Then she pulled it out of her mouth. She sprayed her face with my cumming, pulsating dick. She moved my dick back and forth like a hose, covering her face in my cum. After what seemed like eternity, an eternity where I felt my insides were pouring out through my dick, I collapsed back on the couch.
I was gasping for air. I was drenched in sweat. My dick was still pulsing little drips of cum on to my couch. My aunty was on all fours in front of me. Her hair was matted with my cum. My seed was dripping from her nose and chin. There was a relatively cum free area around her eyes where she had wiped it off.
"How did I do?" she asked.
I managed a weak laugh.
"Fucking great! But you owe me! I intend to collect!"
After all of this, we were still awkward around each other. She went into the bedroom and I heard the shower come on. I stripped naked and lay on the couch. I turned my face to the back of the couch. I heard the bedroom door open. There was a long silence then I heard the door close. Soon I dropped off to sleep.
The next day we did our kabuki dance for dressing for the funeral. She showered and dressed in the bedroom. When she finished, I entered the bedroom, closed the door and did my thing.
She wore a very severe charcoal grey suit. The skirt hit just above the knee. It was tight enough to emphasize her full ass. The jacket fit tightly at the waist. The sleeves on the jacket came to her wrists. There were 3 or 4 buttons. Her large breasts were trying to bust out of the top. I recall wondering if showing that much skin was appropriate for a funeral. When I came out of the bedroom her son was there.
After the services, we attended the repast in the basement of the church. By chance I was in the hall leading to the bathroom as she was coming from the bathroom. I stepped to the side to let her pass. For whatever reason as she passed me, I smacked her hard on the ass. She squealed and jumped. Amazingly, she broke out in a light sweat.
"I noticed you have a large army belt hanging in your closet", she said, "Maybe you can use that instead of your hand later"
I watched her large hips move down the hall in stunned silence. But the beginnings of an idea took root in my mind.
We stopped by a family member's home for a few drinks. It turned into a party. Aunty's son bailed early when I told him we would get a cab. Aunty was feeling no pain. I had a few but was busy in a card game most of the evening. About 9 p.m. a cousin told me that aunty was passed out in a spare bedroom. I was pissed! I went to see about her. Not only was I winning at cards, but all I was supposed to do was provide a place for her to stay. Now I was baby sitter for a passed out freak.
Someone had pushed the clothes on the bed to the side. She was faced down on the bed snoring. I tried to wake her a few times with no luck. My cousin had said she couldn't stay because he already had a full house of funeral guests.
I had him call a cab. He, his wife and I carried her to the cab and dumped her in the back seat. She had her head against one door. I slid in and put her legs in my lap. Her skirt had ridden up around her hips. The old bitch was wearing thigh highs and no panties. With no hesitation, I slid my hand under her skirt and began fingering her very wet pussy. I took her clit between my thumb and forefinger. Her clit was huge, almost a tiny dick! I rolled in back and forth between my fingers. Even drunk and sleep her pussy got incredibly wet. Her juices were running down my fingers and getting on her skirt. I looked up and the cabbie was watching me in his mirror. With some difficulty, I got her skirt up around her waist. By the time the cab reached my house, she was bucking against my fingers and moaning. The cab driver was a traffic hazard because his eyes were glued to the mirror the whole time.
I had the cab pull up to the elevator in the underground garage. I tipped him a little extra to help me get her to the elevator. Her skirt was still up around her waist. She was sprawled in the back of the cab. One leg was on the floor and one on the seat. The driver, a middle aged white guy, was bug eyed looking at her black pussy. It gleamed wetly.
"Want some?" I asked.
"Nooooo man!!" he said. "I don't want no trouble from some woman crying * later!"
I noticed he did get some feels of her bare ass as we half walked, half carried her to the elevator. She was starting to come around. She said something about pulling her skirt down. I propped her against the wall in the elevator and hit the button for my floor. On the ride to the 22nd floor, she started trying to straighten her skirt. Drool was running out of the corner of her mouth. She rocked back and forth with that loose boneless motion all drunks seem to have. The elevator stopping at my floor caused her to fall back against the wall. She was sliding to the floor when I grabbed her around the waist. I bent, let her waist fall over my shoulder and stood. She was now face down over my shoulder. Her fat ass was against my cheek. She must have weighed a ton! I staggered down the hall the short distance to my door.
Once in my apartment, I carried her into the bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. I heard her skirt rip as she hit the bed. I went to pee. When I came out of the bathroom, aunty was standing with her ripped skirt in her hand. All she had on was thigh highs, no panties, heels, and the suit jacket still buttoned. Somehow this was strangely erotic. I watched as she staggered slowly to the dresser. Her ass jiggled slightly as she moved away from me. I had thought her legs were her best feature. But that big heart shaped ass was begging for cock. When she bent to open the dresser drawer, her clam shell pussy peeked out from between her ass cheeks.
Despite myself, I was getting hard watching this weirdly erotic scene.
"What are you looking for?"
"I need a needle and thread to fix my skirt!"
She swayed slowly from side to side. She was uncaring about the image she presented. I began to slowly stroke as she rambled through the drawers. I knew there was no needle and thread there but I didn't want her to stand. I walked up behind her. With one hand, I pushed her head down. With the other, I slid my dick into her pussy.
"What...Wait...What the fuck are you doing?" she screamed. . I stroked in hard one time. She was trying to raise her head but I wouldn't let her. I thrust in hard one more time.
"OH no...this is just...just...wrong!" she mumbled.
She was trying to move away from my dick. She dropped to her knees and I slid out of her pussy. My dick was hard and throbbing. It gleamed wetly. It visibly twitched as I stood over her. I dropped to my knees. I grabbed her full hips. I positioned my dick against her pussy and rammed home. She screamed and tried to pull away. I gripped her hips tightly and thrust hard against her full ass.
I smacked her ass with my open hand.
SMACK!
"Move your ass, you old freak!"
Slowly she began to thrust back against my dick. I heard the guttural sounds again. This time it was both of us. No words, just moans, snarls and the squishy sound of hard dick in wet pussy. To that add the occasional pussy fart as we fucked like wild animals. I felt a sudden wetness against my thighs as she came, squirting like a fire hose. That put me over the top. Two or three short hard strokes and I released deep in her old pussy. I collapsed on top of her, my weight pushing her to floor. We lay there breathing heavily.
I was losing my fucking mind! My anger at this old drunk was turning me into an abuser myself. I went out and lay down on the couch on my back. A few moments later aunty came into the living room. She wore a robe. She had taken off the jacket and heels but still had on the thigh highs.
Without a word, she went into my tiny kitchen and began fixing coffee. My dick was slowly softening but still throbbed slightly. While the coffee was percolating, aunty came and sat on the couch at my feet. I was naked from the waist down. She went to say something. Her hands flopped uselessly in the air. She lay down with her head in my lap, my throbbing dick lying just in front of her face.
She licked the head of my dick slowly, tentatively. It was covered in drying pussy juices and my cum. Aunty licked the length of my shaft. She licked my pubic hair, getting the cum from there. She raised my balls and licked under my balls. She spent extra time licking my sweaty asshole.
She rose to her knees and pumped up and down hard, sucking my hard cock. Then she turned. With some difficulty and with no lube, she took me in her ass. At first slowly, then with a growing urgency she rode up and down. With each thrust, the down stroke was harder. She plunged me deeper in her ass.
Roughly I pushed her off me. She rolled to the floor. I retrieved my army belt from the closet.
"Slut, I want you on your knees hugging that couch!"
I could see both apprehension and lust in her eyes as she did as she was told. Her anus was still open from our brief fucking. I lightly snapped the belt across her fat ass. There was a satisfying smack of belt on flesh.
"Oh...fuck! She moaned wiggling her ass.
Smack! She lurched forward. Her ass rippled slightly at the force of my second blow.
"Jezuz...make me feel it! I need to be punished!"
I braced my feet. I drew the belt well back of my head. To increase the force, I mentally aimed for a point just past her ass. The belly whistled as it came past my head and landed loudly on her waiting ass.
SMACK!!
"You useless tramp! Tell me what you need!"
SMACK!!
"Oh my gawd! Harder...I need..."
SMACK!!
"I need...I need to be...used!"
The belt whistled in the air as I brought it down hard on her reddening ass. I could see the cross hatched outline belt marks on her ass. I was sweating profusely. My dick was so hard it hurt. With each stroke of my belt, my dick would sling little drops of precum.
I wanted to fuck her! I wanted to pound her into the ground in an orgy of sex and domination. I stepped back. I had a better idea.
"Did you pack a raincoat?" I growled at her.
She was confused. She ran her hands over her ass. She inspected the blood my belt had drawn. She crawled on all fours over to me.
"Yes." She said. "Why?"
"Clean yourself up. We are going out! Wear thigh highs and a raincoat. Nothing else!"
Obediently she walked into the bedroom. I heard the shower come on. I stood naked and sweating in my living room. So she wanted to be used! I would show her what used meant. She was my bitch for the night!
She was presentable when she came out of the bedroom. I had her open the coat. As ordered, she had on thigh highs and heels. The London Fog hit her just below mid-thigh. It had five buttons. The last button was just below her hips. From there to the hem was open. It could be gathered at the waist by a belt.
We took a cab to a bar I knew south of downtown. The neighborhood wasn't that great but I knew the owner, Joe. He poured a good shot and ran a clean joint.
Aunty and I sat at the bar. I told Joe that she was a woman I had picked up. Joe was early 60's and had an eye for women. Aunty asked to go to the ladies. I told her it was ok. Joe watched her ass move under the coat as she walked to the back.
"Man, I'd love some of that!" he said.
"Go on and get some."
He looked at me incredulously. "You shitting me?"
"Look, she is just a whore I picked up. If you want to fuck her, fuck her!"
Joe looked at me long and hard. Finally he said:
"I'm here by myself. But a blowjob would be nice!"
Aunty came out the bathroom and started toward me.
"Give Joe a blowjob!"
She froze. Our eyes locked. She looked from me to Joe. I could see the conflict in her eyes. Just when I thought she was going to say no, she gave me a slight smile. Still, holding my eyes, she said:
"Where do you want me, Joe?"
Joe motioned to the back end of the bar. The bar was L shaped with the small end of the L at the back of the bar. Aunty walked to the end of the bar. Joe walked down, lifted the gate and step out from behind the bar.
His eyes shifted from me to Aunty as he unzipped.
"Are you sure this is ok?" he queried.
"Enjoy, Joe! Open your coat and show Joe what he is getting!"
Aunty undid the belt. Then she slowly unbuttoned the coat starting with the top button. Joe's eyes popped at the sight of aunty's lush body. Tentatively he reached out and cupped her breast. He looked back quickly at me. I smiled and nodded. He leaned down and licked at her nipple.
Aunty's nipple was instantly hard. Her eyes were hooded. She looked over Joe's head and smiled wantonly at me. She was enjoying herself. She was a submissive. Let herself be used like this both excited and humiliated her. She sank to her knees. She took Joe's cock in her hand and stroked it.
Joe's 6" sprang to attention. My aunt could barely get her hand around his girth. She licked the slit. She smacked her lips at the taste of Joe's pre cum. Slowly she licked around the head of Joe's massive dick head. He easily had the girth of the bottom of a beer bottle.
Aunty took him into her mouth. Even at only 6", his girth prevented her from taking his entire dick into her mouth. She got his massive head and a little more into her mouth. Tears came to her eyes as she strained to get more in. She bobbed slowly back and forth on Joe's dick.
Joe had his hands on either side of aunty's head. He was trying to get more of his tool into her mouth. His eyes were closed. His pants lay on the floor around his ankles. His legs were bony. The skin sagged slightly. His ass was skinny and sagged. But that skinny ass and those bony legs were pushing as much of his enormous dick into her mouth as he could.
He pumped harder as his orgasm neared. Aunty let go of his cock and put her hands on his waist, trying to slow his thrusts into her mouth. Suddenly it became academic. I watched Joe's bony legs thrust forward hard and began to tremble as he released his man fluid into her mouth.
Aunty was gagging and trying to pull away as copious amounts of cum flooded her mouth. Her cheeks swelled like a chipmunk as she tried to contain the sperm flood. She pulled back. She coughed and spewed her mouthful of cum all over Joe's crotch. But he wasn't finished. The last blasts of jism hit her full in the face. She fell forward on all fours, coughing up Joe's seed. He dribbled the last drops into her hair as he reached back to balance himself on the bar.
Aunty was a mess. As she stood I could see her breasts, neck, face and hair were covered in cum. It dripped from her chin. It slowly rolled down her cleavage. She looked at me and smiled. She used her hands to wipe her face. Then she licked her fingers.
My dick was so hard it hurt. I stood to reposition it.
"I am going to the ladies to clean up! Would you have Joe pour me a drink?"
Joe had managed to get his briefs and pants up. He moved back behind the bar, dropping the gate behind him.
"Man, where did you find her?" Joe wheezed, still struggling to catch his breath.
"I found her downtown."
"She definitely knows how to polish a nob!"
I laughed at the old school phrase for a blowjob. Joe busied himself pouring two huge drinks. In the bar mirror I saw aunty come out of the ladies. She had done her best but she still looked like she had been rode hard and put away wet!
All of her makeup was gone. Her hair hung like an old dishrag, limp and damp from her attempts to wash cum out of her hair. Her face was puffy from lack of rest and too much alcohol. Her coated was buttoned carelessly. She had assayed just two buttons with the belt in the middle of those. Her huge tits were trying to burst out of the top. When she walked, the coat rode up, exposing bare leg almost too her pussy. She had taken off the stockings.
She sat next to me. She crossed her legs facing me. Her neatly trimmed pussy was on display. She took a long pulled from the glass of whiskey. She placed her hand on my leg.
"Is there anything else you want me to do?"
Joe smiled back down the bar at us. Two husky white guys had come in. They wore bib overalls, Timberlanes and hard hats. Joe greeted them jovially. Without asking, he began fixing their drinks.
I turned back to my aunt.
"We'll see." I answered.
She glanced down the bar at the young construction workers.
"Would you like to see those young studs fuck your aunty? Would you like to see them plow my pussy while you watched?"
She moved her hand to my cock. She stroked it slowly. I could feel it twitching. I motioned for Joe.
"Do you think your customers would like a little fun?"
"Look, the blowjob was nice, but I can't have too much off brand shit going on here. If the city found out, they would snatch my license."
I nodded. "Please get us a cab then."
Joe made the call while aunty and I finished our drinks. I noticed that one of the construction workers kept glancing down the bar. I looked down at my aunt's legs. She had recrossed them. The guy was looking right at her bare pussy.
I slowly ran my hand up aunty's bare thigh. I fingered her pussy. I made sure the guy could see me doing it.
Joe was busy with his late night rush of shift workers. Aunty get up and walked slowly back toward the washrooms. I noticed that her hip movements were slightly exaggerated. I watched the young guy in the mirror. He was entranced by her.
Aunty got to the men's room. She stopped, looked back at the young construction worker. Then she pushed the door and went in. The guy must have set some kind of record getting to the men's. When he reached the door, he glanced around furtively, then he went in.
I got up and walked slowly to the men's. When I entered, the guy was slipping on a condom. Aunty was naked. Her coat was draped over the partition. She was leaning against the wall with her legs spread. The place stunk of piss and vomit. I nearly gagged.
"How much is this going to cost me?" he asked.
"Nothing, I just get to watch."
Although this guy stood better than 6' and weighed a good 230 or so, his cock was barely 5" with a raging hard on. His girth was maybe the width of two fingers. He gripped her ass with two grimy hands. She grunted as he rammed his dick deep in her old pussy.
He thrust hard once, twice, three times. Then he grunted and came. He fell forward and lays his face on her back. He was breathing heavily. Finally he stood. He tossed the condom in the toilet and zipped his fly. He pulled out a well-worn leather wallet. He pulled out a bill and stuffed it in her coat pocket. Without a word he turned and walked out the door.
Aunty laid her head in my lap as the cab moved rapidly north. Her coat was fully buttoned and tied tightly around her waist. She reeked of alcohol, sweat, sex and piss. I could have hammered nails with my dick.
We didn't speak throughout the cab ride. Nor did we speak in the elevator. When we entered my apartment, I ordered her to strip.
"On all fours, slut!"
Aunty dropped to her knees. I went into the bathroom and got a tube of KY Jelly and my army belt. I stripped. My cock bounce like it was on springs as I stood naked above her. I squirted the lube on my rigid cock. I knelt behind her. I squirted lube on my fingers. I rammed two fingers into her ass. She grunted and fell forward. I grabbed her old fat ass with both hands and pulled her back to her knees. I rammed my dick deep in her ass with one thrust.
"You filthy stinking bitch!"
I pulled back and thrust home again.
"Motherfucker, you ain't had no bitch who did all I did for you!"
I began a slow in and out.
"You useless old slut! You owe me."
"Then take my ass, you bastard. Take it. Treat me like the slut you want me to be
We growled and snarled at each other. Our fucking was animalistic. There was no love, just need. I thrust my rigid member in her tight ass repeatedly. She grunted and thrust back hard. I raised the belt high and brought it down hard on her ass. She bucked and squealed.
"Harder, motherfucker, harder! Punish me if you're man enough!"
Whack!
The belt whistled through the air and struck her ass and wrapped around her hips. I could see the red welts raising.
"Yes..Yes.. Yes!! Make me feel it! Make me feel your love!"
Whack!
"You useless old bitch! All you good for is fucking like the tramp you are!"
Whack!
Large welts covered her chocolate ass. Still she bucked back against me. The room stank of our sex, that pungent, aromatic aroma of semen, pussy secretions and our sweat.
Whack!
"AWWWWWW fuck! I'm cumming!" I screamed as I pumped my seed deep in her fat full ass.
"Give it to me, give to me deep, gawddam it! Fill my ass you motherfucker!"
Rope after rope of my man juice pumped deep in her ass. I could see it started to ooze out of her ass and run down her thighs. I collapsed on top of her. She dropped to her belly, my dick still pumping its last drops of seed into her ass.
We lay there. Both of us were breathing heavy. We sounded like steam engines as we try to get our breath. I rolled off her on to my back. Aunty slowly got to her hands and knees. I could see the tic-tac-toe of my army belt on her ass. Rivuletslets of blood formed the outline.
"Fuck, baby, fuck I musta cum 5 or 6 times! Aunty ain't had a fucking like that in years!"
She smiled at me. "Here, let aunty clean you up."
She licked my nipples, sending thrills through my body. She bit down on my nipples hard. I jumped and smacked her ass. She moaned, arching her back.
"Careful, you old slut!"
"Your slut!" She moaned as she licked the sweat from my chest and belly.
Her tongue trailed lightly across my belly. She sucked lightly on my sweat soaked pubic hair. Her tongue trailed down my still sweating thighs. Her erotic licking of my body caused my dick to slowly harden.
She took my cock in her mouth. She licked the residue of our anal sex from my cock. She took each ball into her mouth and roughly sucked them. I smacked the back of her head.
"Careful bitch!"
She looked up at me smiling.
"I'm yo bitch! Aunty will always be your bitch. I will do whatever you want me to do." She leered at me as she slid down between my thighs. She pushed my legs up on her shoulders. I felt her tongue probing my ass. I felt her tongue fucking my ass.
My dick was rigid. I felt her finger replace her tongue in my ass. Again, somewhere I heard this wild animal snarling and mewling. I heard it scream. I realized I was that animal. Aunty was massaging my prostrate while she sucked my cock. I felt my ass pounding into her finger, trying to get it deeper.
I screamed as I came. At one time I was trying to get her fingers deeper in my ass and my cock deeper in her throat. I howled as my body reacted of its on volition. I had no control. I was a spectator. From a distant place, I watched these two sexual animals, one screaming in ecstasy. The other leering in triumph, her face and her covered in my cum.
I awoke on the floor of the bedroom. Aunty was on the floor next to me. Her head was even with my dick. She was snoring loudly. The room reeked of stale whiskey and sex. I heard a distant ringing. I rose to my elbows, still on my back. Again the ringing. I realized it was the phone. I crawled on my hands and knees and picked up the phone.
"Hello." I croaked.
"Schaka, is that you?"
I cleared my throat.
"Who is this?"
"It's your cousin, asshole!"
I looked back at his mother. Her ass was cross hatched with the marks of my belt. Her hair was matted with my cum.
"I'm on my way to pick up mom. She has a plane in two hours."
I hung up, crawled over and smacked her on the ass. She came awake with a jolt, wincing at the pain. To save time we showered together. One more time I fucked her ass. It was a quicky, more from form than need.
When her son arrived I was dressed in my robe. He quickly gathered up his mom and her bags. He thanked me profusely for letting his mom stay with me. She hugged me and thanked me also.
As they were turning to leave she turned to me.
"Look, I didn't get a chance to do any shopping. Would it be ok if I came back in a few weeks?"
We both smiled as I nodded my assent..
349 My Mother in Law
Schaka
My first wife and I lived in California. Like most Midwestern transplants we had a hot tub and used it. It set on the deck and was sheltered by acacia bushes. The neighbors might be able to see us but it was through the filter of the bushes.
We had settled into a comfortable routine. We would have drinks on the deck each evening while I fixed something on the grill. After dinner and more drinks we'd have sex on the deck or in the hot tub or both. She particularly loved to sit on the edge of the hot tub while I licked her pussy to orgasm. Then she would slide down into the tub, straddle me and we'd fuck slowly while the water jets forced bubbles up between us. We would then stagger off to bed. Usually we slept spoon fashion and would fuck one last time like that before drifting off to sleep.
One day she announced that her mother was coming to stay with us. Her mom lived in the Midwest. She and her husband were divorcing. She needed someplace to stay while the property settlement was worked out. The mother in law and I had never got along. She never felt I wasn't good enough for her "baby". I felt she was just a worrisome big tit old drunk.
Things were no better when she moved in. The liquor bill looked like the national debt. My ex-wife spent most of her time refereeing the spats the mother in law and I had. We eventually settled into an uneasy truce for the sake of the woman we both loved.
The mother in law was a functional drunk. She could drink all day and, aside from slurred words, move about the house. Then abruptly she would pass out. The ex-wife I and settled in to a new routine of less sex on the deck and more in the bed because of my mother in law. But one evening the mother in law had gone to bed. The ex-wife and I had our drinks and dinner on the deck. After dinner we had drinks sitting on the edge of the hot tub. I slowly slid into the water and buried my face in that fantastic pussy! The ex-wife protested a little at first...worrying about her mom seeing us. I held tight to her hips and kept licking and sucking her clit.
As she was giving herself up to my pussy licking and grinding her pussy into my face, I glanced up and saw her mom standing in the hall leading to her bedroom. With one hand she held up her nightgown while the other was buried in her pussy! She was getting off watching me eat her daughter! She saw me watching her. Our eyes met as I licked her daughter to orgasm. I moved across the hot tub and sat down. The lust in my wife's mom's eyes was obvious. Her daughter slid into the water, walked across and straddled me, her back to her mother. While we fucked I watched her mom work her fingers into her hairy pussy. It was strangely erotic to be fucking the daughter while her mom watched masturbating.
The old bitch slumped against the door as she came. She tottered back into her room. Her daughter had an earth shattering orgasm. Her pussy gripped my dick like a vice, forcing me to cum. We hugged and kissed. Then we staggered upstairs to our room. We were a lot drunker than we normally would be. Instead of our normal spoon style sex session, she passed out. Still semi hard, I walked downstairs for a nightcap.
Her mom was behind the bar fixing herself a drink. Without a word she fixed me one and handed it to me. We got into a whispered argument about her watching me and her daughter.
"You perverted old whore, I saw you getting off watching your daughter have sex!" I hissed
"I noticed you didn't stop when you saw me watching you", she fired back.
I was wearing PJ bottoms. The mother in law had on one of those nightgowns that were like a long muscle shirt. Her huge tits poked out of the side.
At one point in our whispered fight, she went to stand up. She was too drunk and slumped to her knees. I tried to break her fall but ended up with two hands full of big ass tits. They both popped out of the side of her gown. She was easily E cup. I put my hands under her armpits in and attempt to lift her. All I succeeded in doing was forcing her head into my crotch.
And then, unexpectedly, she reached into my PJ bottoms, grabbed my dick and began sucking! I was stunned and pushed her away. My cock came out of her mouth with a faint popping sound. I staggered past her and leaned my back against the bar. I was a lot drunker than I usually was.
"What the fuck are you doing?" I said.
She was on her knees in front of me. She wore that loose lopsided grin all drunks have. My cock was rock hard now. She crawled over on her knees and took me in her mouth. I made a feeble attempt to push her away again. But I was too drunk and she was too good. I didn't want her to stop. She made loud slurping sounds as her head bobbed back and forth. Her saliva was running down the length of my dick. I could feel her saliva dripping off my balls into the crack of my ass. I reached down, grabbed a big tit and pinched her nipple hard!! She moaned and reached one hand back to her pussy. She balanced herself on her knees with the other hand while her head continued to bob back and forth. I could hear the wet sounds her pussy made as she furiously rubbed her clit.
At some point I slid to the floor. I was pinching both nipples as hard as I could. She was moaning and groaning. I felt myself starting to cum. So did she! Her head bobbed faster and faster. I unloaded into her mouth. Spurt after spurt filled her mouth. It began to ooze out of the side of her mouth and down her chin. It dripped on to her big jugs. She was gulping madly trying to get all of my seed. At the same time she was bucking against her hand, cumming.
We both collapsed on the floor, spent.
I got up, using a bar stool to balance myself. My mother in law was on her hands and knees trying to stand up. The combination of the alcohol and the excitement had her blowing like a steam engine. I thought she was going to have a heart attack.
"You ok?", I said
"Help me up"
I squatted behind her, put my arms around her waist and attempted to lift her. My semi hard cock was rubbing her ass through her night gown. She pushed her ass back against my dick.
"You going to fuck me?", she gasped, trying to catch her breath.
"Not so loud, you old bitch! You are going to wake up your daughter."
She reached behind her and grabbed at my dick. I moved back so quickly that I fell backwards, banging my head against a bar stool. A little stunned and still very drunk, I sat sprawled on the floor. My wife's mom crawled over and grabbed my dick. She started slowly stroking me. Despite myself, I was getting hard. I pushed her away and walked out onto the deck. I motioned for her to follow me.
As she struggled to get up to one knee, I could see the hair on her pussy was wet and matted. She struggled to her feet and staggered out to the deck. I closed the sliding glass patio door behind her. We took seats in chairs facing each other, our knees touching.
"I whispered urgently, that can never happen again. If your daughter had caught us it would have been devastating for her and our marriage"
She leaned forward. The smell of scotch wafted over me.
"Oh yeah, it's going to happen again. I ain't had no dick in months. We are going to have to be careful. I don't want to hurt my baby, but we are going to fuck"
"Have you lost your mind or has all the alcohol softened your brain? I don't even like your drunken ass. We have never gotten along. You don't appeal to me. There is no way we are going to fuck."
"I'll tell her myself, she said, unless you agree to fuck me whenever I want,"
I was too drunk to argue. I nodded my head in surrender. She finished her drink and tried to stand. She over balanced on the chair and fell back on her ass, legs splayed. I realized she was too drunk to walk. I grabbed her around her waist and lifted her to her feet. She sagged heavily against me. Her bedroom had an entrance on the deck. I duck walked her to the sliding glass door. I managed to get her in the room. I dropped her face down on the bed. Her gown had risen up around her waist. Her ass was surprisingly full and round for a 60 year old woman.
I tried to ignore my hardening dick. I closed and locked the patio door. I walked out into the hall. I had to balance myself on the walls as I stumbled upstairs to my room. My wife lay face down in the bed. She was butt ass naked. In the dim light I noticed how much her ass looked like her mom's ass. I leaned down and kissed her full firm ass. She didn't move. I knelt down and gently parted her legs. She stirred a bit but didn't wake up. I pulled her ass cheeks apart and licked her asshole. She moaned a little. Licking her asshole always drove her wild. I forced the tip of my tongue into her rosebud.
She mumbled sleepily, "I'm sorry baby; I am too high and too sleepy."
Frustrated and still aroused by my unexpected blowjob from my mother in law, I stripped off my pj bottoms and crawled in bed. My wife rolled to her side and scooted her luscious butt over. I rolled to my side. Lying spoon fashion, she began to softly snore. My hard dick was pressing hard against her ass. We had sex like this before. I would slide into her delicious pussy and fuck her while she slept. Sometimes she woke and it turned into a raging all-nighter. Other times she slept through it. The next day she would tease me about stealing pussy while she slept.
I couldn't stop thinking about her mom in the downstairs bedroom. I rolled to my back, slowly stroking my dick. The old drunk gave great head. Her daughter was an enthusiastic cocksucker and pretty good. Her mom was better. My dick hurt it was so hard. Pre cum coated my hands as I stroked. I reached over in the nightstand and got the lube we kept there. My first thought was to lube my wife and fuck her ass.
Instead I stood and walked softly to the bedroom door. I opened it and went downstairs. It was barely 11. A lot had happened in a few hours. I grabbed a beer. I was naked. My dick stood erect. So the old bitch thought she was going to blackmail me, did she. I downed half the beer in a swallow. I had brought the lube with me. It lay on the bar. I picked it up and walked the short distance from the bar to my mother in law's room. I opened the door to her room. She was still on her stomach snoring loudly. But she had taken off her gown.
Her huge tits bulged out of each side. That full ass was on display. it was slightly wrinkled but still full. The room stank of old alcohol. I closed the door behind me. I walked over and opened the patio door. I walked back to the bed. I was a little unsteady on my feet. I sat on the side of the bed. I reached over and stroked the mother in law"s ass. I was startled when she said, what the hell do you want? She rolled to her back. Her tits sagged to either side.
"Well, "she said, "what do you want?"
Her lips turned down in a sneer. I went to finish my beer. She grabbed it and drained it. I reached down and eased a finger into her pussy. She kept leering at me but spread her boney legs. I added a finger and stroked her G spot. Very quickly she was soaking wet.
"I knew you would be back for some of this pussy!"
"Not your pussy, I said, I want that fat ass!"
"Nobody gets my ass!"
I squeezed lube onto my finger. I stroked her pussy, spreading lube from her pussy to her asshole. Quickly, I rammed my finger in her ass while my thumb entered her pussy. Her ass rose off the bed. She struggled feebly but the alcohol made it an unfair fight.
"Leave my ass alone!"
"No, you old bitch, if we are going to fuck, I'm going to fuck your fat ass!"
She struggled to get up, turning on her side. I pushed her over on her belly. I straddled her, pressing the head of my rigid dick against her rosebud.
"No, you bastard!, he said, Nobody gets my ass."
She struggled as I pressed harder against her asshole. The tip of my dick was pushing into her ass. I squirted lube on her ass and my dick.
"Shut up, you old slut. You'll wake your daughter up and she'll see us."
"You motherfucker, she hissed, stop!"
I slipped my shaft into her ass. Fully half of my 8" was in her. I waited. I could feel her sphincter muscles tightening. I squirted more lube on her ass and my dick. Her face was buried in the pillow. All I could hear was muffled curses and moans. I slowly pulled back and then eased back in.
"You said we were going to fuck. If we do, I want this old flabby ass!"
I stroked slowly in and out. I could hear her cursing into the pillow but I couldn't make out what she was saying. I continued to slowly stroke in and out, squirting more lube on her ass and my dick. Somewhere in the first 2 or 3 minutes, the curses changed. I was still a motherfucker but with moans. Her ass was now up in the air. She was on her elbows. She was thrusting back into me. I slapped her ass as hard as I could.
"You like it, don't you bitch?"
She thrust back hard into me starting to match my rhythm. I squirted the rest of the lube on us. She was making sounds like a wild animal, grunting, groaning and cursing me. I grabbed her ass with both hands and pulled her back into me with each stroke. She was thrusting hard now. One hand has between her legs, rubbing her clit. We fucked like this for nearly 10 minutes. I was close to cumming. She had shuddered to at least one orgasm. I started to cum and was thrusting hard into her tight ass. She buried her face in the pillow and screamed as I came. I collapsed on top of her. We were both breathing heavily.
"Get off me, you bastard!"
I got up, walked to the bedroom door and left. I cleaned up in the upstairs bathroom. I got in bed with my wife. She was still lying on her side; I embraced her and fell asleep. Little did I know that this would begin a ten year affair with my wife's mom.. Nor did I suspect that anal would become our preferred way to fuck!
350 My Mother in Law Ch. 02
Schaka
The next day was Saturday. My wife was up early, fixing breakfast. My wife was in the habit of going topless around the house. Sure enough, when I got downstairs, she had on some hot pants and nothing else. I walked up behind her, cupped her breasts and nibbled her neck. She ground her big ass against me. The she pushed me away.
"Mom is out on the deck." she cooed, wriggling out of my grasp. "Keep her company while I finish cooking."
I wasn't sure what my reception would be. I sat across from her at the patio table. She was wearing my wife's cut off jean coveralls. She had no bra on and the only part of her tits I couldn't see were the nipples. Her tits bulged out of the side of the coveralls.
"Good morning."
She leaned over and hissed! "You fucker, I can barely walk."
I leered at my Mother in law. "you said we were going to fuck!"
My wife called us into fix our plates. We chatted about their day. Mom and my wife were going shopping. I had some reports to work on and decided to stay home. In reality I didn't want to be trapped with them on one of my wife's all day shopping trips.
They left and I went to work. By 2 p.m., I had finished my work and fixed my first drink of the day. By the time mom and daughter got home at about 4, I had a nice buzz going. My wife had a slight headache. She announced she was going to take a nap. Her mother had fixed herself a drink. She plopped down on a deck chair. I glanced out on the deck and she was sipping at the ever present drink.
She had changed into one of my tee shirts. Her huge tits sagged to either side of her body. The hem had ridden up to just below her hairy pussy. Like a lot older women she great legs. The extra weight they put on added a curve and fullness.
She walked in to fix another while I was preparing the food for the grill. Her big jugs swinging gently as she walked. The tee shirt strained to contain them. Nudity had been one of the bones of contention when my wife told me her mom was coming. We were closet nudist. We routinely moved around the house nude. Even dressed, my wife's favorite outfit was panties or shorts and no top. With mom, there I always wore shorts. At least the old biddy was covering herself.
We hadn't really talked about the previous day. As I grilled she fixed our drinks. It was nearly six. I was feeling no pain and Mother in law had done a successful job of catching up. She was drunk.
"How's your ass?" I teased.
"Better! I had never have been fucked in the ass. My husband is strictly a missionary guy with the lights out. The only other thing he would let me do was suck his dick. "
"You are good at that!"
"Practice, practice, practice! I sucked his dick a couple of times a day. I would finger myself while sucking him. Once a week or so we would fuck. That lasted all of 5 minutes, if I was lucky. I rarely came. After 28 years, I couldn't take it anymore. I picked up a couple of guys at bars. He caught me with one. And here I am!"
The food was ready. I went to get my wife. She was still asleep. I tiptoed downstairs. I told mom she could eat if she wanted.
"Well, if my baby is still sleep, I want to suck your dick before dinner."
"Look you old slut, I'm not your boy toy! Go to a bar and pick up some poor bastard."
"No, I don't have to do that. I got all I need to drink here and your 30 year old black dick to keep me satisfied."
I was sitting at the bar. She was in a chair across the room from me. She walked over, knelt in front of me and pulled my dick out of my shorts. She started licking my shaft up and down like it was an all day sucker. I grabbed her greying blonde hair and pulled her head back.
"Go get a drink." I ordered her.
She looked puzzled but did what she was told. She came back and started sucking; doing that little trick she did the night before. She opened her mouth wide and fed my dick down her throat. I could feel her throat open and close around my cock. The old bitch had no gag reflex! Just as I was about to cum, I pulled out of her mouth. I grabbed her glass and came in it.
Bewildered, She looked at my cum floating in her scotch.
"Drink it!" I ordered.
"Freshen my drink." she slurred.
I added more Johnny Walker Red to the glass and handed it to her. She stirred it with her finger. Then she sucked the liquid off her finger. She took a small sip.
"Very nice!" she smiled.
We sat quietly sipping our drinks. She slurped the drink greedily, looking over the top of the glass at me. My dick got hard again as I watched the old slut guzzle her scotch/cum cocktail.
A few minutes later we both looked up to see my wife coming down the stairs. She looked magnificent! Her 36D swayed rhythmically as she descended the stairs. Her wide hips, clad only in pink full backs seemed to move in time with her breast. I glanced at mom. She too was entranced by her daughter's sensuality.
My wife was a little unsteady on her feet after dinner. She had no more than her usual two glasses of wine but her words were slurred and she couldn't walk without holding on. I realized that the combination of her headache medication and the wine were having an unexpected effect. Her mom and I were concerned. We had her sit in a lounger. In a few minutes she was softly snoring. It was a very warm night for northern California. I was wearing only shorts. My tee shirt sagged unevenly on her. The front was high because of her huge tits. The back drooped below her ass.
We drank and talked softly while my wife slept. The conversation was almost civil.
"Do you think she is ok?"
"Yeah!" I said. "She shouldn't be mixing medications and alcohol. She's out like a light but ok."
I walked over to my wife. Her large breasts moved slowly up and down as she slept. Her head was to one side, lying on a pillow. Her legs were splayed to either side of the lounger. The nylon fabric clung to her as she perspired lightly. I leaned over and kissed her on her lips. She didn't stir. I took one nipple in my mouth and sucked greedily. No reaction. I ran my tongue between her breasts, moving through her cleavage down to her navel. I lingered at her navel tracing its outline. I moved down and kissed her pussy through her panties.
I knew her mom was watching but I didn't care. I pulled her panties to the side. I licked her labia. She was slightly moist and a little sweaty from the heat. I heard her mom moving around behind me. I ran my tongue slowly over her labia, savoring her sweaty sweet pussy. I parted her labia with my tongue. I licked upward, lightly touching her clit. She stirred but kept snoring. I lost myself in the moment, savoring her wetness and the taste of her sweet pussy.
I was startled when her mom's thigh brushed my shoulder. She was standing, drinking in hand, swaying slightly, entranced by the sight of me devouring her daughter's pussy. The old bitch had a decidedly kinky side. I pulled on the tee shirt. She knelt beside me. I grabbed the nipple of one of her big jugs and twisted it.
"You bastard!" she mumbled.
Her hand was stroking her hairy pussy. I pulled her closer. Her face was inches from mine and her daughter's pussy. Quickly, I grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her closer to her daughter's pussy. She dropped her drink. Wild eyed, she tried to pull away. I forced her head between my wife's legs. She bucked as I rubbed her face in her daughter's pussy. She fought me, trying to turn her head to the side and away from her daughter's pussy.
"Lick it you, old slut, and I'll let you up!"
I could hear her mumbling, you bastard, you bastard, over and over again. Then, amazingly, she began licking her daughter's pussy. I released her head. On all fours, she hungrily licked. I watched as she forced her tongue between her daughter's pussy lips. She licked and sucked at her vagina opening. She grunted and snorted like a pig rooting. Then she moved up and sucked my wife's clit into her mouth. One hand came up and she slipped a finger in her daughter's pussy.
I moved behind her. I lifted the tee shirt. I drove my dick deep in her old pussy. She bucked forward and then back. We settled into a rhythm. The old bitch's pussy was as tight as a drum. I could feel it contracting and tightening. It was almost like she was giving me a handjob with her pussy. And wet!! Oh my fucking god! Her 60 year old pussy oozed juice!
All I could hear was the wet squishy sound her pussy made, the slapping of flesh on flesh as I drove hard into her and the slurping sounds she made as ate her daughter's pussy! I was close to cumming. Mom had cum at least once. I had felt her pussy spasm and get a vice like grip on my dick.
I smacked her ass hard.
"You good pussy old slut!" I growled. "Move your ass!"
She moaned loudly, thrusting back.
"Knock the bottom out of my pussy! Harder, gawd dammit! Harder!"
"Back that fat ass up!"
"Harder, motherfucker, harder!"
We were wild animals. Growling, snarling and snapping at each other as we fucked. There was no love. Just an uncompromising lust, an animal need!
Then my wife, her daughter stirred. Her mom pushed back hard, trying to move away. Inadvertently, my dick was buried deeper in her pussy. She grunted and dropped to her face, her ass in the air. I pulled out, my dick glistening with her wetness. My balls were aching with the need to be emptied.
Very quickly, we moved to the bar, straightening our clothes. My wife's mother's blue eyes were as wide as dinner plates. She would later tell me that she was in shock. Her pussy was dripping and throbbing, and the taste of her daughter's pussy was fresh in her mouth. While I fixed us fresh drinks, she grabbed the empty glass from the floor.
Slowly, the object of our love woke. Her eyes were unfocused. She sat up and rubbed her eyes. She apologized to us for dozing off. We pooh poohed the apology and suggested she go to bed. I helped her upstairs. She fell across the bed and began snoring again. I slipped her panties off. The crotched was soaked with my saliva, her mom's saliva and her pussy juices. I held them to my nose and took a long sniff. The aroma was fabulous!
Downstairs her mom was standing behind the bar. I tossed my wife's panties on the bar. She silently fixed me a drink. Without a word, she walked around the bar. She knelt in front of me.
"I'll clean you up." she said.
She licked every inch of my dick. Then she inhaled it. She sucked my dick well down her throat. I reached back, picked up my wife's panties and pulled them over her head. She never stopped sucking. Her finger was buried in my ass, stroking my prostrate. I reached back for her drink. Suddenly I came. It was like a fire hydrant. A strong stream of cum blasted down her throat. She caught most of it in her mouth. Some she swallowed. The rest was matting her grey/blond hair.
With her cheeks puffed out like a chipmunk, she took her glass. She spit cum into her drink. She stirred her Johnny Walker with her finger and took a sip.
Mom took my wife's panties off her head. She took the crotch of her panties to her mouth and sucked on them. Then she rubbed the rim of her glass with the pussy soaked crotch of her daughter's panties. She took another sip. She smiled wickedly at me. Then a more serious mask settled across her face.
"I'm your bitch.. but never again make me lick my daughter's pussy!"
351 Rite of Passage
Schaka
A young boy comes of age in a week of love, lust and keeping it in the family.
Chapter 1
Jimmy Smith's sister's legs were thrown over each of his shoulders as he thrust hard into her tight tunnel. Looking down, he could see the white froth coating his cock and the soft, downy-brown of her pubic hair. The air filled with the squishy sounds of his cock pounding her juicy wet pussy. Her small breasts flew back and forth. Her shoulder-length brown hair surrounded her sweating face. Her eyes locked on his, her mouth open with a soft mewling sound issuing from it. Her full hips thrust up rhythmically, meeting each of his downward thrusts.
The rhythmic contractions of her vagina told him that she was close to another orgasm. He tightened his grip on her thighs and thrust harder. He could feel the mushroom head of his cock pressing against her cervix, trying to force entry. Their animalistic grunts and groans grew more strident as they reached the point of no return. As they had done so many times before, they pushed each other toward their orgasms.
"Oh fuck...oh, fuck...oh my God, Jimmy, oh God I'm coming, I'm coming!"
"Give it to me, Julie! Cum for me! I want to feel you squirting against me."
"Fill me up, Jimmy! Pump my pussy full. This is your pussy and always will be. Now fill me up, goddamnit, fill me up!"
Jimmy began the short hard strokes that presaged his orgasm. The staccato slapping of flesh on flesh echoed in the room. He could feel her pussy contracting, gripping, and pulling his juices out of him. He thrust hard once, twice, three times, four times, releasing his seed into his sister's womb. Finally, he fell forward, collapsing on top with her legs wrapped around his back. They lay like that for several moments, sharing gentle kisses and soft words of endearment.
"Oh my Lord, I'm going to miss this!"
Julie kept her legs wrapped tightly around her younger brother's back. She loved to hold his sperm in her as long as she could; it added to the intimacy of their lovemaking. From their preteen explorations, to their early teen mutual masturbation sessions and finally to the first penetration, they shared an empathy that caused their sex life to be almost otherworldly in its intensity.
By a quirk of the calendar, he was 18, like his sister. They were born 10 months apart. Jimmy was one grade behind Julie because of the minimum age requirements for entering kindergarten. Julie was leaving for college while Jimmy was a senior in high school.
She was at once elated at the prospect and saddened by it. She gently stroked his sweating back and nuzzled his ear, kissing it softly.
"Mmmm, Thanksgiving seems so far away. And," Jimmy laughed, "this means I'm going to have to find a real girlfriend."
As he said this, Jimmy nibbled lightly at his sister's ear lobe. He yelped as Julie brought a hand down smartly on his bare bottom.
"Whoever you find, Buster, she had better be prepared to take a backseat to me."
Jimmy rolled onto his back. He leaned over, taking the nipple of her small breasts into his mouth. He sucked gently on her still-hard nipple. Julie's hand caressed the back of his head, gently holding him.
"Hopefully, she will have bigger tits."
Julie put both of her hands on her brother's chest and vigorously pushed him off her. She then threw one full thigh over his waist and straddled him. She shook her finger in his laughing face.
"Oh, you mean like Mom's big jugs? I've seen you ogling her when she's walking around in those tight T-shirts."
He raised his hand and gripped her waist. He let them slide lovingly over the curve of her full ass and back up to her waist. He repeated this several times
"Seriously, why do you think she started doing that? I mean, the past year or so she has been dressing absolutely slutty. Kind of like you!"
Jimmy quickly brought his arms up over his face in a mock defense. Instead of trying to hit him, she reached down and lightly tickled him. As he began to squirm, she rolled off him and lay next to him, her leg thrown across his leg, her head on his shoulder with one arm across his chest. She felt his body shiver as she kissed his nipple.
"I dress like that to tease you, silly. And I suspect that's why Mom does it."
"Get serious! Why would Mom be dressing like that for me? I mean, she's forty years old and she's got Dad."
"Mom is thirty-nine years old," Julie emphasized, "and she's concerned about being forty and over the hill. I heard her talking to Aunt Anna about how horny she gets and how sex with Daddy has gone downhill."
Julie began slowly kissing her way down her brother's hairless chest. She let her tongue move wetly over his abdomen, tonguing his navel. She continued down, letting her tongue run from his navel down across his downy cum-soaked pubic thatch. She sucked gently on his sweat and cum-soaked pubic hairs. Lord, she thought I am going to miss this. She let her tongue run through the tangled mess of hair until it reached his still hard cock. She let her tongue run from the base of his cock to the tip, licking off their combined juices.
"Hey, no fair! Turn around so I can taste you, too."
Quickly, Julie turned, swung her leg over his head and lowered her pussy toward his face as she leaned down to engulf his cock. Her tits pressed against his stomach as she pressed her mouth down over his cock.
Jimmy reached up and wrapped his arms around her full butt. He caressed it as he gazed at the swollen moist lips of her pussy. Eagerly, he reached out with his tongue and drew a long slow stroke through her lips, caressing them and tasting her tangy wetness.
She groaned as she felt his tongue invade her dripping snatch. They both loved this so much. They had discovered oral before they discovered penetration. When jimmy had his first orgasm in her, he had tasted her and said it was the best thing he had ever tasted. Since that time, they always ended by licking each other clean.
"Lick me, baby. Lick me long and hard. Clean our juices from your pussy!"
As his cum dribbled out of Julie onto his chin, he eased his finger into her tight anus. The internet had been their sex education class. They searched it and experimented with the various things they saw there. He forced his tongue into her overflowing hole.
Julie took her brother's cock in her mouth and slid slowly down its length, her tongue sliding around its circumference, licking up all of the precious juices. Her mouth opened in a silent scream as she felt the delicious sensation of her brother finger fucking her ass while sucking her clit. She redoubled her efforts, knowing that she would come quickly from his ministrations.
"Dear God, baby. You suck cock so well. I...I can feel me sliding down your throat!"
Jimmy worked his finger rapidly in and of his sister's tight asshole. He knew how much she loved this and that it would put her quickly over the top. At the same time, he could feel his cock sliding effortlessly up and down her throat.
Jimmy homed in on the hard nub of her clit; circling his tongue around it and making her squirm and buck her hips on his face. He tightened his grip on her full firm ass to hold her in place
"Fuck fuck fuck oh shit I'm coooommmmiiinnnnggg!"
"Sonofabitch. I'm cuuummmmminnnnggg!"
As one, they exploded; Julie spraying her brother's face while he emptied his load down her throat and into her belly. They fell next to each other head to toe, exhausted.
Julie swung her feet to the floor and sat up on the side of the bed.
"Come on! Let's shower so I can get back to my room."
Jimmy stood, wiped Julie's cum from his face with his open palms, and started toward the bathroom
"By the way, were you serious about Mom?"
Julie turned and kissed her brother's cum-covered face.
"Yes, little brother, I'm serious. Mom has a serious case of the hots for you. And if you do anything about it, you had better damn well call me with all the details. Now let's get our shower."
Jimmy watched his sister's delectable bubble butt as she walked to the shower. He followed her swaying ass. He imagined it was his mother's bare ass swaying in front of him.
Dinner that Sunday night seemed a little odd. There was an empty chair where Julie usually sat. Earlier that day the three of them stood in the driveway watching Julie and her girlfriend Caitlin depart in her fully loaded minivan. The two girls had an eight hour drive to campus. They promised to call during the trip and when they arrived.
Jenny Smith wore a loose fitting cotton A-line skirt with her now trademark t-shirt. Under that, she had on her new tan sheer bra and matching panties. Her legs were bare and she was barefoot.
Waves of emotion washed over her as her eyes moved surreptitiously from her husband to her son. More and more she was amazed at how similar they looked. Naturally, Henry was heavier, his face fuller. His gut reflected a love affair with beer for most of his 43 years. However, they shared the same dark eyes and brown hair - although, Henry's was mostly gone.
Her son, on the other hand, was a lightly-muscled six-footer. He was still developing but she was sure that he would end up at least a 6'2", 200-pounder like his father was in his youth. She wondered if his cock was as fat as his father's was.
Jenny was instantly ashamed. For the life of her, she could not figure why her son's body obsessed her. Her sister Anna teased her that it was the result of being married 20 years and getting ready to turn 40. She crudely called it "lack-a-nooky."
"By the way guys," she said, "Anna will be spending a couple of days with us. She and Caleb are having a few issues and she wants to get away."
"Issues?" Henry laughed. "The only issue they have is that she wants babies and Caleb is obsessed with his career. He ought to do less work at the office and more work in the bedroom."
We could use a little more work in the bedroom around here, Jenny thought.
"Henry, don't you be talking like that in front of Jimmy."
"Aw, Jenny, the boy knows about sex. We had our talk a year ago. Didn't we, Jimmy?"
Embarrassed, Jimmy nodded his head quickly. He recalled his father's fumbling attempts to explain sex and procreation. A topic he and his sister had educated themselves about on the Internet and then practiced on each other. Thankfully, their mother put Julie on the pill a few years back. Her rationale was "just in case."
As they ate dinner, Jimmy was entranced by how his mother's breasts bulged outside the frame of her body. He could see the imprint of her nipples on the t-shirt. Like most boys, he sneaked a peek at her bra size and knew she was 38C.
"Jimmy! Did you hear me?"
"I'm sorry, Dad. I...I was thinking about Julie out there on the highway."
"Yes, well, she'll be okay. However, I want you to go out and clean the pool. The leaves are falling off the trees and I don't want the filter to plug up again."
Jenny mentally shook herself. She was aware that her son was distracted because he was staring at her breasts. She knew he was watching and she had enjoyed his attention. Maybe I need to see a doctor, she thought. I am not sure what the hell is going on with me.
Anna and her sister sat at the kitchen table sharing a bottle of wine. In the adjacent family room, Jimmy and his father watched Sports Center after Monday Night Football. It was after midnight when the boys said goodnight to Jenny and Anna. The women waved airily and went back to their conversation. Their florid, sweaty faces and eyes at half-mast attested to the number of glasses of wine they had drunk.
In his bedroom, Jimmy stripped to his boxers. Just before crawling into bed, he unlocked the connecting door to the bathroom. He and his sister routinely left these doors unlocked. Just as they routinely locked their bedroom doors. All hell would have broken loose if Mom or Dad caught them playing. However, with his aunt staying, he made sure the bedroom door was also unlocked.
Jimmy woke to someone pulling the sheet back and crawling into bed with him. At first, he thought it was Julie. As he crawled from the depths of sleep, he reached over. His hand touched not Julie's delectable ass but his aunt's big sweaty butt. He bolted upright, confused. He reached over and turned on the lamp on the nightstand.
"Aunty Anna! You're in the wrong bed."
She mumbled something incoherent, rolled to a sitting position and tried to stand up. She stood weaving for a moment and then fell back crossways onto the bed. Her knee-length cotton nighty flew up and landed across her abdomen.
In the low light cast by the lamp, he could see his aunt's hairy pussy. Her pubic hair extended in a vee up her belly to just below her navel. It was a lighter brown than her hair. Her gleaming, prominent pussy lips were spread like butterfly wings.
Her belly was surprisingly trim, with only a small pooch. In many ways, she was a slighter smaller version of his mother but with bigger tits. They both had the same soft brown hair and dark eyes. Anna was a slightly shorter and thinner than his mom's 5'6", 190 pounds.
The sight of all this naked female flesh had his cock rigidly pointing at the ceiling. He could feel pre-cum running down the underside and over his balls.
"Aunty, I'm going to pull you to your feet and then help you into the other bedroom, okay?"
He put one knee on the bed and grabbed Anna's arm. He pulled hard and got her to a sitting position. She slumped forward, her breasts hanging loosely from her chest. A thin sheen of sweat covered her body. Her mouth hung open and her head lolled from side to side.
"Just let me sleep here, Jimmy. I'm too drunk to get up."
Low alcohol tolerance must run in Mom's family, he thought. He knew when Mom and Dad went out that Dad sometimes had to carry her to their room.
He decided to sleep in his sister's room and let Aunty have his room. As he turned toward his sister's room, Aunty gagged.
"I think I'm going to be sick."
Anna tried to stand and fell to all fours. Jimmy saw her back undulate in a dry heave. He quickly wrapped his arms around her waist. It was a major effort but he managed to get her to her feet. It was not lost on him that his hands were now crossed under her ample breasts. In addition, his leaking cock painted her lower back with his secretions. She was like a rag doll. That is, if a rag doll was 5'4" and 170 pounds. Her breasts were warm and heavy on the back of his arms and hands.
"Hold on, Aunty. You can't make a mess on the bedroom floor. Let me help you to the bathroom."
He began to duck-walk her to the bathroom. Inevitably, he could feel her large breasts sliding back and forth on his arms and hands. His rigid cock poked her in the ass. Anna giggled.
"What is that you're poking me with?" She reached back with one hand and grabbed his cock. Instinctively, he pulled back, pushing her away. She fell forward on her hands and knees. She finished the trip to the bathroom crawling. Her gown slid up around her waist. Jimmy could see her succulent pussy framed by her full thighs.
Jimmy was transfixed. He slowly stroked his aching cock as he stared at the gleaming slit of his aunt's pussy. Between the wings of the butterfly, he could see a hint of pink.
The room filled with the acrid smell of vomit. Disgusted, he retrieved a towel from the linen closet and wet it in the face bowl. As he turned back toward her, Aunty had assumed the position that he saw his mom in many times after her women's club meetings. She was hugging the toilet, her cheek on the bowl with the wall behind the toilet partially supporting her.
Puke stained the front of her nightgown. At this point, Jimmy prepared to bail. It was one thing to get free feels on his inebriated aunt, however, it was quite another to have to clean up her vomit.
"Aunty Anna, I'm going to wake up Mom and Dad to help you."
"No...no! Your dad would bitch. I can manage."
He watched as his aunt struggled to all fours. From this position, she tried to remove her nightgown. He sighed, realizing that cleaning her up and getting her to bed was up to him.
"Aunty, you got to take off that soiled nightgown and take a shower."
"Jimmy, please help me. I'm too drunk to do it alone."
Anna managed to get to her knees and then sat back on her heels. She struggled to pull the nightgown over her head. She managed to get both arms out but could not pull the gown over her head. Spent, she fell forward on her hands.
The acrid odor of her vomit assaulted his nostrils. However, his cock was rigidly hard as he watched her large breasts sway invitingly. He mentally shook his head to clear it and then stepped to the shower stall.
He pulled the shower curtain back and turned on the water. Aunty was still on her hands and knees, the nightgown hanging loosely from her neck. Bleary-eyed, she stared at his crotch.
"You've grown a lot since I used to change your diapers," she slurred.
Aunty licked her lips and grinned. He was not sure what that meant, but he knew he had to get her in the shower. Gingerly, he pulled the filthy nightgown over her head and tossed it to the bathroom floor. Then he squatted in front of her and looped his arms under hers. He pulled her to a kneeling position, her cheek resting on his abdomen. Jimmy was winded. He paused to catch his breath and reposition his arms. That is when Anna grabbed his cock and licked it.
The shock went through his body. He looked down into the leering, sweating face of his aunt as she licked the pre-cum from the head of his cock. He knew he should push her away. He wanted to, however, her tongue sliding around the crown of his cock felt incredible. He stood there while she took his cock in her mouth. He learned that night there is a big difference between eager horny amateurs and a grown woman with experience.
Aunty's mouth slid up and down his cock, taking it a bit deeper each time. Despite being drunk, her tempo was soft and sensual, as though she were making love to his cock with her mouth. Her mouth slid up and down with long smooth gliding motions, smacking her lips and sucking wetly, swirling her tongue about the head each time she pulled up, and massaging his shaft with it every time she went down. Her saliva ran wetly down his balls. With each plunge of her sweet, sucking mouth, she took more and more of his cock, eventually opening her throat and letting it slide in.
Unable to hold back, he erupted in his aunt's mouth. His sister always teased him about how much he came. This time it was as if a string was pulled from his balls through his cock. He felt every excruciating inch of that string as he emptied his ball sac into Anna's mouth. His aunt began coughing and gagging. She pulled back. Still he came, spewing his hot love juice like a volcanic eruption. When he finished, a white frothy mess covered his aunt's face, neck and the tops of her tits.
Breathing heavily, he reached out with one arm and balanced himself against the wall. Anna slumped back, sitting back on her heels. She made a loose uncoordinated attempt to wipe his sperm from her face. When she cleared her eyes, she looked at her hands, looked around for something to wipe them on, and then casually licked her hands clean.
"Wow," she mumbled, "that was a lot!"
He watched as her tongue flicked out lasciviously, ran around her lips cleaning cum from her mouth.
"Oh God, Aunty, "I am so sorry!"
Anna's head was beginning to clear.
"Jimmy, just help me into the shower. You must never, never, never tell anyone about this! Do you understand?"
Diffidently he nodded. Aunty laughed a little and shook her head.
"Lord," she said, "what have I done?"
Anna was more sober after sucking off her nephew. Nevertheless, she still needed help to stand. He guided her into the steaming water. In the process, his boxers got wet.
She slumped against the wall of the shower. She did not go to her knees, but she was having difficulty standing. Jimmy's still-hard cock throbbed as he watched the water stream through the deep valley between his aunt's mountainous breasts. It ran through the thicket of her pubic hair and streamed through slit of her labia.
"Aunty, you need to soap up some."
"I can't, Jimmy, just leave me here."
Jimmy realized he was going to have to help her. He slipped off his boxers and stepped into the shower stall with her. He took the sponge and soaped her front. His hand moved slowly across the open area just above her breasts. Gathering courage, he lifted one large tit and washed it on both sides and underneath. He repeated that procedure with the other, but this time he used his free hand to pull gently on her huge nipple.
Anna watched her nephew through slitted eyes. Somewhere within her a voice screamed at the impropriety of what she was allowing her nephew to do. She moaned softly as he pulled hard on her nipple. Languidly, she reached out with one hand and grabbed his cock. Her fingers could not meet around the circumference.
Jimmy's cock had never softened, but now it was harder than ever. He ran the sponge across her full, lush body. Slowly, he washed down to her pubic thatch. A part of him noted that her pussy hair was darker and thicker than Julie's. His hands slid down and began washing the creases on either side of her vulva where they met her thighs. He heard her gasp as he washed across her swollen pussy lips, the sponge touching her thick, protruding clit.
Anna grabbed her nephew's hand holding it tightly against her needy pussy. Frantically, she humped his hand on the sponge.
"Dear God, you're still hard!"
The warning voice, fainter now, screamed at Anna to stop. He was 18; she was 38 and should know better. However, need and alcohol overcame common sense. She turned and placed both her hands against the shower wall. She could feel the water cascading down her back and sliding between the cheeks of her ass.
Jimmy knew what she wanted and he was scared to death. He had never fucked a grown woman.
"Aunty, maybe we should get out and dry off."
Anna reached back, grabbed his cock and guided it to her entrance. That other voice screamed again for her to stop.
"First, you are going to fuck me. You're going to do what my husband hasn't done in months, give me a good fuck!"
Anna pushed back and felt his fat youthful cock slide into her aching cunt. She gasped as he stretched and filled her. She could feel the head of his cock sliding through her pussy. The feeling was incredible. She began thrusting back against his thick youthful meat.
With the hot water streaming over their bodies, Jimmy began pumping hard and fast in and out of his Aunt Anna's pussy.
"Slow down, Jimmy, slow down. It'll make it better for me, and you'll last longer."
She reached back, placed her palm against his belly, and pressed lightly. He stopped, unsure of what to do. He could feel her pussy contracting around his cock.
"Now, baby, long deep strokes!"
He slowed down, pulling his cock out until the lips of her pussy just covered the head. Then he slowly drove in, feeling her outstretched hand controlling how hard he went. He began to understand what she wanted. He gripped her hips and began a slow in and out. This was new for him. Nevertheless, it felt incredible.
"Like this, Aunty?"
"Yes," she groaned, "fuck me deep and slow!"
He groaned, too, as his penis moved slowly through this tunnel of warm, wet velvet. Velvet that contracted, squeezing him and drawing him in even deeper. She was not as tight as Julie was, but her pussy felt as though it was caressing his cock.
"Do it, Jimmy! Do it to me!...Do what my husband won't do, darling! Fuck me! Oh God, yes, baby, fuck me!"
Still hardly able to believe what was happening, Jimmy let his body do what came natural. He fucked her with long, deep strokes, every stroke bringing a gasp of pleasure from her mouth.
Anna began moving faster, slamming back against him. Jimmy realized that leaning against the shower wall was a woman, a grown woman who writhed with pleasure as he fucked her. A woman who urged him on with whispered obscenities.
"Fuck me hard, Jimmy!" Anna clawed savagely at the shower wall as she thrust her hips back. Anna was a woman who wanted to be fucked, needed to be fucked, lived to be fucked! Fleetingly, the dangers of unprotected sex with a potent teenager crossed her mind. She tried to remember where she was in her cycle and could not.
"You're fucking me good, Jimmy! Your cock feels so good inside me! Fuck me! Fuck my brains out, Jimmy! Make me scream!"
Jimmy's lips pulled back, exposing his even, white teeth, snarling as he fucked his aunt hard. His hand flew up and whacked her hard across her full ass. Anna screamed and thrust back hard. She was bent almost double with her hands pressed against the wall. Her head hung down with her wet hair covering her face.
"I'm going to cum, Jimmy," she hissed. "Tell me what you're doing to me, tell me, Jimmy!"
"I'm fucking you Aunty. My cock is buried in your steaming hot cunt!"
"Do you like Aunty's pussy, Jimmy? Does it feel good to you?"
Recalling how much Julie enjoyed it, Jimmy again brought his hand down sharply on his aunt's ass. Her yelp and hard thrust back told him she liked it.
"I love your pussy, Aunty Anna! It feels so fucking good!"
Aunty screamed and thrust her butt back hard against him. He felt her pussy contract, gripping his cock like a vice. He could feel her pussy massaging his dick bringing him to his orgasm. He pumped hard, exploding deep in her birth canal.
"Fill me up...give me all that good juice! Oh, fuck! I can feel it. I could feel you splashing against my cervix. Oh dear God! So good...so good!"
They stood there for a moment, exhausted, the water streaming over them. Anna's auburn hair hung wet and limp around her shoulders. Her back undulated softly as she came down.
Jimmy slowly slid his still semi-rigid cock out of his aunt's pussy. He turned off the water and slumped against the wall.
"Are you okay, Aunty?"
"Jimmy, I am more okay than I have been in months!"
Anna turned and stared at her nephew intently for a few moments. Then her eyes widened slightly as her gaze trailed down to his semi-rigid cock. She shook her head in wonder.
"Dry yourself off and go to bed. I think I can handle it from here. But remember, you must tell no one!"
Later in bed, Jimmy slowly stroked is cock. "I fucked my aunt, a grown woman, and she liked it." He could hardly wait to call Julie and tell her.
Chapter 2
Jimmy woke to the smell of brewing coffee and frying bacon. He could hear his parents and aunt chattering downstairs. He grabbed a robe and began the slow descent to the kitchen. He was not sure how his aunt would react in the cold light of day. Last night she had been drinking. She might believe that he took advantage of her. In a way, he guessed he had. He was ashamed of himself and prepared to face the music.
Anna had on a below the knee cotton robe that belted at the waist. Her hair hung in loose auburn curls around her shoulders. In the bright morning sunlight, He could see the faint streaks of gray amidst the brown. There were crows' feet at the corners of her dark eyes and the beginning of deep laugh lines around her mouth, the same mouth that sucked his cock last night.
His mother wore a semi sheer peignoir. It was beige and translucent in the bright sunlight. It stopped just above the knee while the robe continued down for another inch or so. The effect was, as she moved around in the bright sunlight of the kitchen, that he could see the outline of her heavy breasts moving beneath the robe. He noticed that over the past few months that mom's nightwear became more provocative. She used to wear long cotton gowns with matching robes that dropped below the knee.
Light teasing at having slept so late greeted him. His aunt gave him a long hard stare. A slight smirk played across her lips. His stomach did somersaults until he realized that the hammer was not coming down.
"Jimmy, his father said, I have a list of chores that you need to work on this last week before school starts. You can start by mowing the grass."
Jimmy groaned as he thought about a morning spent in the hot late summer sun. He had plans to hook up with some friends for little B-ball. Mowing that half-acre lot would take most of the day.
After breakfast, he went to his room and changed into some Jersey shorts and a T-shirt. He slipped on some old sneakers, preparing for a day of hard drudgery.
Aunt Anna cornered him in his room. She told him she remembered just enough to know what the two of them did. She mildly chastised him for taking advantage of her while she was drunk but accepted responsibility for her condition. She went on to say it would have to be their secret.
After dad left for work, Jimmy's mother and aunt decided to go shopping. He was busy mowing the lawn when they both appeared on the patio.
In keeping with what seemed to be a trend for his mom lately, she was dressed in tight white cotton shorts that hit her mid thigh. Her tight matching white T-shirt accentuated her breasts and draped itself seductively over the top of her full butt. As usual, her nipples were hard. They pushed saucily against the white T-shirt. Her coral lipstick and light beige eye shadow complimented her tanned skin. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail.
His Aunt Anna was just a trifle less sexy but no less seductive. Her skintight jeans reveal the faintest hint of a camel toe. Her white halter-top stopped just above her navel, leaving her soft belly exposed from the top of her pants to the bottom of the halter-top. She wore her hair loose, falling in soft curls across her shoulders.
"Okay Jimmy, we are leaving. Back in a few hours." He watched his mother's breast jiggle as she waved.
As he waved back, he could see aunty smirk as she watched him leer at his mom's breasts.
After spending the morning mowing grass, Jimmy showered and changed into some old sweat pants and an equally old t-shirt. His mom was on him to throw them out. However, the loose fit was comfortable and good enough for around the house.
He fired up his video game and lost track of time as he struggled against the ubiquitous assassins. The sound of the garage door opening startled him. He glanced at the clock and realized he had played for nearly three hours.
The sound of the two women happily chattering meant that they had a good day shopping. He heard the clatter of flip-flops climbing the stairs as his mother and aunt made their way upstairs
Jenny peeked into her son's room. Her face was flushed with excitement. She loved to shop. This trip she had bought sexy lingerie at Victoria's Secret. She loved the silky feel, the wanton sexiness of the store's lingerie. In her hands, she held several bags.
She caught her breath as she saw the lump that was his manhood outlined by his sweat pants. She had told him to throw those ratty, much too revealing, things out.
Jimmy glanced from the bags to her breasts. Her perpetually hard nipples thrust against her T-shirt like erasers on a #2 pencil. They jiggled disturbingly as she excitedly related the shopping adventure. However, that was mom. Any kind of excitement and her nipples get hard. He heard dad tease her on occasion about being one big erogenous zone.
"Have you been inside all day playing video games, Jenny asked? You should be out having fun."
"I mowed the grass, mom, like dad said. That took most of the morning."
"Aw Jenny, leave the boy alone."
Anna gave him a clandestine wink over his mom's shoulder.
"Well, I'm going to take a nap before starting dinner. What are you going to do, Anna?"
"Well, if it's okay with Jimmy, I think I'll let him teach me how to play his video game."
"Uh, sure aunty."
Jenny turned and squeezed by Anna on her way to her room. For a moment, the soft roll of her ass captivated him. His mom had the best ass ever. Aunt Anna cleared her throat. She winked and smacked his mother's ass as she moved into the hallway.
"Anna! You stop that."
Jimmy watched entranced as his mom's face colored deeply.
"Really! You told me you like that."
"Anna, you are impossible. Stop talking like that in front of my son."
Jenny continued down the short hall and entered her bedroom.
"How many times have you wanted to do that, Jimmy?"
"Uh, what, Aunt Anna?"
"You know what I mean. I've only been here a day and I have caught you several times staring at your mother's butt."
He blushed furiously as she laughed and kind of waved him off.
"I'll take a shower and be right back."
Anna turned as she approached the bathroom door. She reached behind her neck and untied the halter-top. She held it in place with one hand.
"She really likes that," Anna said with a knowing smile.
"Ummm, likes what, Aunty?"
Jimmy's cock was uncomfortably hard. Most of Aunt Anna's breasts were exposed. He knew what they looked like. He came all over them last night. Nevertheless, it still was arousing to see her standing there like that.
"Jen likes being spanked."
Anna turned and exposed her bare back to her nephew as she drop the halter top and walked into the bathroom. She reached back and pushed the door. It swung partially closed.
I need to stop teasing him, Anna mused as she unzipped and wiggled out of the jeans. She dropped them on the bed. As she stepped out of her blue thong, she noted that the crotch was moist. She held it to her nose and inhaled deeply.
Lord, the boy is barely legal and I have the hots for him. Anna walked nude into the bathroom. As she turned on the water and adjusted the temperature, she glanced at the partially open door. Let him get a peak, she thought impishly. He has seen it all anyway.
Jimmy tried to continue playing the video games. The sound of the shower and the sight of the whiffs of steam wafting out of the partially closed door distract him. Images of Aunt Anna laying against the shower wall with his cock plowing her pussy kept popping up in his mind. His cock was rigid as he recalled the milking action of his aunt's pussy. It pushed up until the head was poking out of the loose elastic of the sweat pants.
"Jimmy! Earth to Jimmy!"
Jimmy jumped as he realized his aunt was calling him. She was standing just outside the bathroom door. She had on a blue knee length Terry cloth robe. It was tightly knotted around her waist. She was barefoot with a large white towel wrapped around her wet hair like a turban. As she moved toward him, he could smell her clean fresh aroma. Faint whiffs of lavender scent proceeded her as she walked to his bed.
"Sorry aunty. I was engrossed in my game."
Anna eyed the significant bulge in her nephew's sweat pants. She could just make out the head of his cock tried to push out of his waistband. Unconsciously she licked her lips. Careful girl, she thought. Do not let what was an unexpected treat become a habit.
"Never mind! Scoot over and show me how this works."
Last month, for his 18th birthday, his parents gave him a 42-inch flat screen. They had it mounted on the wall just opposite his bed. He could lay in is bed and play video games. Anna sat down next to him and then bumped his hips with her butt to make him move over. The bed was standard size and barely big enough for one. Anna and Jimmy sat thigh to thigh. Having her that close caused his stiff cock to leak even more pre-cum.
Anna glanced down, smiled and patted his bulge.
"Down Tiger! The only game we are going to play is video games... This time."
For the next half hour, aunty and Jimmy played video games. She was lousy at it but enthusiastic. There was much laughing, giggling and casual touching.
Anna would slap his shoulder and whoop with joy when he avoided a particularly difficult trap. Her hands griped his thigh in excitement as he successfully sprinted through the castle runs, avoiding the assassins.
Once, when he was close to hitting the 10th level, Anna tickled him to distract him. Without thinking, he treated her as he treated his sister. He rolled on top of her and trapped both her hands above her head. Laughing, she struggled trying to free herself, her legs kicking beneath him. He wound his legs around hers, thoroughly pinning her.
"Let me up! No fair you bigger than me."
"I won't let you up until you promise to stop tickling me."
Anna twisted and turned, trying to break free. In the process, her robe came undone. She was acutely aware that she was virtually naked under her nephew. As she playfully struggled to free herself, she felt his cock slide across her abdomen.
The eroticism of their play was not lost on her. She knew she should stop him. Anna pushed up with her hips trying to throw Jimmy off her. Their struggles caused his sweat pants to slide down. His cock was free of the sweat pants and trapped between their sweating bodies.
Anna could feel the lava like heat of his juices painting her belly as they struggled. It added to the eroticism of the moment. Her pussy felt wet and gooey. Her breath was coming in short gasps. She moaned as Jimmy slid down and the length of his cock sawed up and down between her swollen labia.
Jimmy played this game with his sister before. He knew that their roughhousing usually ended in sex. He could feel his cock sliding through the lips of his aunt's pussy. The aroma of her arousal competed with the fragrance of her lavender soap. Still she struggled. The expression on her face was less playful. Her tongue snaked out and moistened her lips.
Jimmy pulled his hips back. As his aunt thrust up and then fell back, he followed her down. His cock slid easily into her dripping wet hole.
Helpless, still held tightly by Jimmy, Anna managed to thrust her hips up. She felt him sink deep into her needy hole.
"Oh fuck Jimmy! God, do you know how good that feels?"
"Tell me that aunty. Tell me how it feels."
Jimmy tightened his grip on his aunt's wrists trapped above her head. He kept His legs wound tightly around hers. It restricted his movements but gave him a sense of control he had never felt.
"I...I feel so helpless. I feel like a captive in some story out of the Arabian nights. Wanting what was going to happen yet fearing it. Knowing I was helpless to stop whatever happened."
Anna had a submissive side. Years ago, her husband and she experimented with light bondage. She was a strong willed woman. However, the helplessness she felt back then enhanced their sex life. That is, until her husband was caught up chasing career advancement.
"Ummm, I like that feeling of being controlled...of being forced to be...to be a slut. The only rule is to do what I'm told."
Although Jimmy and his sister played this game, they had never progressed to the level Aunt Anna suggested. He decided to go with the flow.
"Are...are you my slut?"
Anna relished the sensations of his youthful tool filling her mature hole. He may have lacked experience. However, he was making up for it with stamina and a willingness to please her.
"Go slow baby. Go slow. There's a spot just inside my pussy... at the top. Each time... Oh fuck! You slide back and forth in my pussy... Oh Jesus! I can feel you all through me... the head of your cock hits that spot. It sends little chills and thrills through my body."
Jimmy raised his hips until just the tip of his cock was in Anna's pussy. He stroked slowly, letting the head of his cock rub across his aunt's G spot.
"Is that the spot aunty?"
"YYEEEESSSSSS!! Sweet Jesus that feels good."
A tremor shook Anna's body as a mini orgasm overtook her. Being restrained restricted her movements but added to the eroticism. At 38 years old, she was submissive to her 18-year-old nephew. Somehow, it seemed natural and oh so kinky.
A stray thought caused a lustful tremor to shake her body. He is young enough to be my son. This could be my baby fucking his mother. My son in my pussy. Dear god that would be so hot!
Jimmy continued pulling his cock out until just the head was inside her swollen lips of his aunt's labia. Then equally slowly, he would slide all the way in until he felt the head of his cock hit her cervix.
"Aunty, your pussy feels amazing. I can feel it squeezing my dick."
"Can you baby? Does it feel good?"
"Fuck yeah, aunty! It feels like I am in a wet velvet tunnel that kind of pulls and squeezes."
Anna felt Jimmy released her legs and arms. She wrapped her legs around his back and arms around his neck. She began thrusting up harder, feeling an earth shaking orgasm coming.
Jimmy could feel the spasming of his aunt's pussy increase, getting harder and tighter. He had to push hard to get his cock through her pussy. He felt that boiling in his balls that told him he was about to cum. He began to thrust faster using short hard strokes.
Anna felt the short hard strokes of her nephew and knew he was close to cumming. They were going to cum together. Her lips pulled back across her teeth in a primal snarl as she redoubled her efforts thrusting harder. She became an animal in a breeding frenzy. This could be my son, she thought. My son filling his mother's pussy with his sperm.
"Oh my God aunty! I'm cummmminnng!! I'm cummmmiinnggggg!"
"Oh shit... Shit...! I'm Cumming with you I'm coming with you! FFFUUUUUUCCCKKK!!"
The two lovers became the beast with two backs, grinding their bodies into each other. Jimmy contributed and Anna accepted his life giving seed. For Anna, the room blurred. She could feel powerful spurts of her nephew's ejaculate bathing her womb.
As they came down, their bodies intertwined, Anna's vision cleared and she looked into the lust filled eyes of her sister peeking around the door. That tears it she thought. She heard the floor in the hall creak as Jenny tiptoed back to her room.
Then Jimmy's mouth found hers and she was lost in the sensuality of their kissing. Their tongues dueled and played in each other's mouth. A corner of her mind realize that Jimmy will still hard and beginning to thrust into her again. She smiled wryly to herself. The upside of having sex with a virile 18-year-old was that he could fuck all day and never get soft. The downside of having sex with a virile 18-year-old was he could fuck all day and never get soft. I am going to be so sore, she thought wryly.
""Jimmy, have you ever done anal?"
Jimmy hesitated. He and Julie did anal many times. Julie confided that there were times she preferred it.
"No aunty, he lied, no I haven't."
Aunty gave her nephew a long hard look. It crossed her mind that this 18-year-old seem to be more proficient in sex than one might think. The only real thing she had told him was to slow down when he fucked her. However, she knew some women, like her sister Jenny, liked it hard and fast. She shook her head and turned toward the dresser to get the baby oil. She knew good sex took practice. Where would a 18-year-old find the time and the willing female to practice?
"First it takes lube! Lots and lots of lube!"
Anna beckoned for her nephew as she walked into her bedroom. She retrieved the lube she used for her vibrator from her suitcase.
"I want you to take this baby oil and squirt it on my anus. Then use your finger to work in it. Okay?"
"Yes, aunty."
Jimmy and Julie had spent hours on the Internet researching anal sex. They spent many pleasurable hours engaged in it. Jamie knew what to do but he knew it was important to keep Julie and his secret.
Anna handed the baby oil to her nephew. She walked over to the bed and got on all fours with her ass pointing toward her nephew.
"Pulled my ass cheeks apart and squeeze the oil right in my anus. Okay? Think you can do that?"
"Yes ma'am. I think I can."
Jimmy crawled into his aunt's bed with his knees between her legs. He used one hand to pull one of his aunt's ass cheeks aside. He aimed the bottle at her winking starfish and squirted. The clear oily liquid splashed against Anna's anus and slowly ran down her crack.
"Oooooo! That feels so fucking good. Now take your finger and working it in."
She felt Jimmy place his finger against her anus. As she felt his finger press against her anus, she pushed out to allow his finger in. Unbeknownst to her, her Internet educated nephew knew an Internet anal technique with which Anna was unfamiliar. As she pushed out, he pushed his thumb in and turned it slowly in the gap between the first and second ring.
"How does that feel, aunty?"
The nerve endings in Anna's anus tingled sending a pleasurable sensation throughout her body.
"Fuck! Oh shit, Jimmy! Where the hell did you learn that?"
"Learn what, aunty?" innocence dripped from Jimmy's voice.
Jimmy squirted more lube on his thumb where it entered his aunt's ass. As he did, he spread his fingers across his aunt's warm moist ass. Then as he twisted his thumb in her anus, his fingers stroked her ass. He could hear his aunt's grunts and groans of pleasure. He knew she was losing herself in the sensations of anal sex.
Jimmy let his hand slide around his aunt's ass until his index finger was at her pussy. Then he began a rocking motion with his hand, simultaneously finger fucking her ass with his thumb while fucking her pussy with his index finger.
The sensations overwhelmed her. Anna scream split the air as her body reacted. She came hard, squirting a stream onto the coverlet. She fell to her belly too weak to hold her body up. She humped the mattress as her nephew continued simultaneously finger fuck her pussy and ass.
"Oh my God! Oh my fucking God! What are you doing to me?"
"Beg me to fuck your ass, aunty. Beg me!"
A part of her realized that her nephew was asking for total surrender. A role reversal was happening. She was no longer the teacher, the dominant; she was the student, the submissive.
"Please, please Jimmy! Fuck my ass! Please fuck my ass! I want that beautiful cock buried in my anus. I want to fill your cock fill my bowels. Please Jimmy please!"
Jimmy smiled to himself as he eased his fingers out of his aunt's holes. He watched her anus pulse, waiting to accept his cock. Between his aunt's spread legs, he could see the large wet spot on the coverlet. Her pussy was almost continuously oozing a clear whitish cream. He slid forward on his knees. He lay his cock in the well lubed crack of her luscious butt. Using both hands, he pulled her cheeks apart. His cock slid up and down several times; teasing her, letting her feel the head of his tool sliding across her aching anus, touch her swollen pussy lips. Then back up again.
"You bastard! Stop fucking teasing me. You know I want it. Please Jimmy please!"
Jimmy positioned the head of his cock at his aunt's anus. He pressed slowly in, meeting the initial resistance of the first ring.
The sensations of Jimmy sliding effortlessly into her ass overwhelmed Anna. She was making noises she did not even know existed and the whole thing was blowing her mind. All of the sensations were making her feel so vulnerable. The way he was fucking her ass was so incredibly hot, so primal. Her nephew, her 18-year-old nephew, was fucking her ass and oh, my god she never wanted it so badly!
Jimmy maintain a slow but persistent rhythm. He and Julie practiced this a lot and they both decided that this was the best way for anal sex. Not a hard pounding, not at first, but a slow constant pumping action. His lips pulled back across his teeth, snarling. Aunty was tighter than Julie was but she loved his tool in her ass as much is her niece did.
"Talk to me, aunty! Tell me how it feels"
"It feels so dirty and so hideously kinky! Fuck baby, just a little faster please. I was built for this, to be fucked. You are my nephew and you are fucking my ass. That dual taboo makes me feel so slutty, so bad. Harder, Jimmy, harder! Fuck my ass harder. I feel like an animal. No nuances, no complexities, just a bitch in heat. I'm an incestuous slut with my nephew's cock pleasuring my ass!"
Jimmy leaned down and kissed her sweating back. He moved up and kissed her just behind the ear. He balanced himself on one hand and used his left hand to reach around and grab her breast. He squeezed it hard. Anna groaned loudly and thrust back hard against his cock.
"I'm going to come, aunty. I'm going to come and fill your bowels with my seed. Tell me you want that."
"Yes Jimmy! I want it. I want it bad. I want to feel your sperm splashing against my intestines."
Jimmy wrapped his arm around his aunt's chest cupped her other breast and squeezed her nipple. He could feel the boiling in his balls that presaged his orgasm. He raised up on his knees. He used both hands to get a firm grip on his aunt's ass. Each time he thrust forward he pulled her ass back because his cock.
"After I come in your ass, aunty, I want you to lick my cock clean."
"No Jimmy, please no! Don't make me do that."
Struggling to hold back his cum, Jimmy brought his hand up and then brought it down firmly on Anna's sweating thrusting ass.
"Say you'll do it, aunty! Say it!"
"Oh God no! Oh please no! Don't make me do that!"
Jimmy could hold back no longer. He began the short hard strokes, spraying his potent seed into the depths of his aunt's bowels.
"I'm Cummmminnnnggg! I'm cummmming. Oh shit! Oh my fucking god!"
Anna's back undulated as she accepted her nephew's seed into this most intimate of orifices. Her orgasms had been continuous, like waves on the ocean rising and falling. However, when he started cumming, filling her, she screamed at the top of her voice.
Jamie rolled over on his back, exhausted. Sweat poured off his body. His eyes were closed as he tried to recover. She felt his aunt sit up in bed. She gently kissed his sweating face. Then she kissed his chest. Followed by his navel. Then, hesitantly, she took his cock in her mouth. At first, she just held it. Then she began the familiar sliding up and down as she cleaned his cock. When she finished, she cuddled next to him, her head on his shoulder arm thrown across his chest.
"Jimmy, I'm your slut. Do you know what that means?"
"Uh, no Aunty!"
"I will do anything you want whenever you want. Do you understand?"
"I think so, Aunty. Does that mean you will help me fuck mom?"
Anna languidly ran her hand over his hairless chest. Then she raised up and kissed him lightly on the lips.
"Yes baby. I will help you fuck Jenny."
Chapter 3
Later that afternoon, Jimmy was laying by the pool reading. The sliding patio door leading to the family room was just off to his left. To his right was the kitchen door with windows overlooking the pool. He could hear voices in the kitchen. He sat up on the side of the lounger. The voices were his mother and Aunt Anna. He rose and crept along wall to the kitchen window.
"You just cannot fuck my son. You just cannot."
"Why Jenny? Because you want to and are afraid?"
"That is outrageous, Anna!"
"Jenny, I have watched you. You are dressing like a slut. And we both know that's not for your husband."
Jimmy leaned in just enough so he could see them. They stood side-by-side with their backs to the sink.
"Jenny, your son is an amazing fuck! He had me feeling like a teenager again. He has stamina and a big cock. He fucked me until I could fuck no more. And he was still hard!"
Jenny's voice began to tremble. She reached up and rested her hand on Anna's shoulder.
"Anna... I don't know what's going on with me. I want him! But I must not...I must not!"
Jimmy watched as Anna turned and embraced his mom. She took her face in her hands and kissed her long and hard on her lips. For a moment, Jenny just stood there with her arms at her side. Then her arms moved up. One arm stopped and affectionately cradled Aunt Anna's ass, squeezing it gently. The other moved between them and caressed Anna's breast. Jimmy's breath caught in his throat at this unexpected intimacy.
"We are weird pair, aren't we Anna?"
"It's okay Jenny. It's okay! It has been a long time since we were girls and played with each other. I don't know what came over me with Jimmy. The first time I will blame the wine. This afternoon it was just pure lust."
Jenny sniffled. She reached in her pocket, retrieved a tissue and wiped her nose. A smile creased her face.
"You and Jimmy looked incredibly hot. When he came, it went on forever."
"Your son has an amazing cock. It has a nice size. And it doesn't hurt and it stays hard."
He watched as Aunt Anna gingerly rubbed herself.
"My butt and pussy still hurt. While he was fucking first my pussy and then my ass, he kept spanking my butt. I just could not stop coming, Anna laughed. "
"Dear God, you know how much I love that. Do you remember when you used to spank me until I came?"
Anna step back, pulling Jenny away from the sink. She turned Jenny until she was facing the sink. She wrapped one arm around Jenny's waist. Then she brought the other down sharply on her ass.
"You mean like that?"
Jenny's head dropped between her shoulders. She grasped the sink for balance.
"Dear God, Anna, stop that! Jimmy is just upstairs."
In quick succession, Anna slapped Jenny's ass with first her right then her left hand. Jenny whimpered as her knuckles whitened in their death grip on the sink. Her large ass rotated in circles.
"Not until you do what we both know you want to do."
"Oh God Anna! Not that! Not here. Jimmy might see us."
Anna grasped her sister's shoulders and turned her so she faced her.
"You know you want to do it."
Anna backed slowly toward the kitchen table, pulling Jenny with her. When her butt touched the table, she began pushing down on her sister's shoulders.
Jenny slumped to her knees, turned her head sideways and laid against her sister's crotch. She gripped the hem of Anna's short skirt. Slowly she pulled her skirt up.
Anna slid back on the table. She spread her legs. Jenny leaned forward and kissed her sister's labia.
For Jimmy it was as if a curtain was raised. His mother was not only revealing aunt Anna's pussy but she was also unveiling a special relationship she had with her sister.
Jimmy pushed his shorts down and pulled out his cock. While he watched his mother lick Aunt Anna's pussy, he began to stroke.
"Do I still taste good Jenny?"
Jimmy watched as his mother's head pulled back. Her face glistened with the wetness of Aunt Anna's pussy. She looked up adoringly into her younger sister's face.
"I wish I could live on eating nothing but your pussy. I would lick you like this for breakfast, lunch and dinner."
Jimmy watched as his mother ran a finger along the edges of her sister's vulva, outlining her labia. He was amazed when Aunt Anna's legs visibly trembled. His groan matched his mother's as his aunt pushed his mother's head away from her pussy.
"We had better stop, Jen. As much as I enjoy that, you're right. Jimmy is just upstairs.
Jimmy watched as his mother reluctantly pull Anna skirt down. She stood and lay her head on his sister's chest. Anna gently stroked her sister's hair. She looked sad.
"I remember a lot of the things we used to do. I also remember the things we talked about. We both wanted children, a family. You have yours. But my husband doesn't want a family."
Jenny pulled her sister to her. Both hands slid down and she cupped her ass.
"Well, maybe this time away will make him think about it."
"I doubt it Jenny, I really doubt it. However, I'm desperate. He and I are having dinner tonight to talk about it."
Stealthily, Jimmy slid along the wall to the patio door leading into the family room. Carefully, he slid the door open stepped in and closed it behind him. He tiptoed across the family room to the hall and upstairs to his bedroom. After he closed and locked the door, he lay there slowly stroking is cock.
His head was buzzing. He was not sure what he just overheard. What did it all mean?
First, his mother knew about him and Aunt Anna. While she was upset, she did not explicitly tell auntie to stop. In fact, there seemed to be an element of jealousy. More why you and not me.
Second, mom and auntie played like he and Julie when they were their age. He tried to imagine mom and auntie in bed with their heads buried between each other's legs. The image caused his cock to get incredibly hard.
Third, Aunt Anna enjoyed rough treatment and hinted that mom like the same thing.
There was a soft knock on the door.
"Jimmy? Can I come in?"
"Just a moment mom."
He quickly stuff his cock back in his shorts. He walked to the door unlocked it and let his mom in. He walked quickly back to the bed so she could not see is hard cock. He sat up in bed and pulled the sheet over him.
"Uh, we need to talk."
"Talk about what, mom?"
"Anna and I have been talking... About... What you two have been doing."
"Uh, okay!"
Jenny sat on the edge of the bed facing her son. She wore her old sweat shorts. She usually wore them when she was working in the garden. They were her old sweat pants that she cut off mid way her thigh. When her husband teased her that they could at least afford some decent clothes for her, she would say they were comfortable and fit over her big fat ass. She had on an old ratty T-shirt. It was obvious she did not have on a bra. As usual, her nipples were hard. One of her feet was on the floor. The other leg, bent at the knee, rested on the bed. That caused her shorts to pull back into a delicious camel toe. As she began to talk, Jimmy thought he could detect a slight wetness at the center of the camel toe.
"I saw what you two did and it's wrong. I just talked to Anna about it."
He was not sure where this is going so he just nodded his head. He heard the whole conversation and knew that they had not come to a resolution.
"Alcohol causes people to do funny things. Lord knows I know that. Two glasses of wine and I am done for the day. Anna had had too much to drink when you...she did what you did."
"But mom, this afternoon she hadn't been drinking and we did it again."
"That still doesn't make it right."
Jenny stood. She was out of her element. She drew herself up to her full 5'6".
"Look young man, you two have to stop what you doing. I will not stand for it. Do you hear?"
Abruptly, Jenny spun on her heels. As she did, her succulent ass was less than a foot from Jimmy's face. He never knew what came over him. He pulled his hand back and smacked her ass as hard as he could.
"Jimmy, she screeched, just what the hell do you think you doing?"
Jimmy was terrified. He was acting more on instinct than anything else. He threw back the sheet and swung his legs to the floor. Jenny backed toward the bedroom door, both hands rubbing her ass. Her face was red. Jimmy notice that the wet spot in the center of the camel toe was growing. He strode past her, closed the bedroom door and locked it. He could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He had a funny metal like taste in his mouth. Sweat streamed off him in rills.
"What... What... Do you think you doing?"
Jenny's eyes were as wide as dinner plates. Beads of sweat stood out on her nose and forehead. She took a few tentative steps backwards. The back of her knees hit the footboard on his bed and she tumbled backwards on it. A riot of emotions stormed through her. First, there was outrage with her son for taking such liberties. Then there was an undeniable arousal.
The image of his sister riding his son's cock to multiple orgasms flashed through her mind. They look so fucking hot. Jenny felt the moistness between her legs increase. She had to regain control of the situation. Otherwise, something terrible might happen.
"Jimmy, this must stop. I am not Anna. You cannot be doing those things to your mother."
Jimmy's heart beat like a trip hammer in his chest. He thought it was going to jump out. At the same time, the conversation he overheard played back in his head. Aunt Anna suggested that his mom and she liked the same things.
He tore his eyes away from the twin peaks of his mother's delicious breasts. Her nipples were like diamonds trying to cut their way through the thin fabric of the T-shirt. He glanced down at her crotch. The light gray material of the sweat shorts turned dark between her legs. The quaver in her voice when she talked to him did not suggest fear but indecision.
In one motion, he sat on the bed next to his mother, grabbed her arm and pulled her across his lap. She was kicking and screaming trying to get up. Her struggles caused the legs of the shorts to pull up over the lower cheeks of her succulent ass. He stared at its pink fullness. He could feel his cock throbbing against her abdomen as she struggled to stand up. He raised his hand and brought it down hard on her rump.
Using one hand to hold her firmly across his knees, he use the other to repeatedly spank her fat rump. He brought his hand down as forcefully as he could on her butt. The sound echoed in the confines of the room. He brought it down again. His hands stung from the impact. Jenny's screams were muted.
"Jimmy, you must stop. This is not right."
Jenny's arousal began to trump her fear. She was not a kinky woman. However, from the time she was a small girl spanking by her father aroused her. She recalled his startled embarrassment when you realized she enjoyed spanking. In their late teens, Anna spanked her while she masturbated. When she married, her husband enjoyed administering her kink. However, over time he lost interest. Now another person, her son, was causing her to have mini orgasms.
"I heard you tell Aunt Anna that you really like this. And I want you to be happy mom."
He used is free hand to slide her shorts down to the bottom of her ass cheeks. His mother's butt was full and pink. Small dimples of cellulite covered it. Between her womanly thighs, he could see the clamshell of her pussy. His red handprints had an almost neon glow on her delicious ass. The crotch of her shorts were soaked. In quick succession, he smacked her ass with first one hand then the other repeatedly. He only stopped when the stinging in his hands became too painful for him to take. By this time, He could feel is mother's wetness dripping down his thighs. Instead of screaming for him to stop, she was furiously humping his thigh.
"Oh Jimmy! This is so wrong!"
Jenny shivered, feeling her pussy convulsing at the arousal caused by spanking. Though she protested, lust replaced fear and shame. It was wrong. It was so god-awful wrong. Nevertheless, it felt so fucking good.
Jenny flinched in pain as her son slowly stroked her bright red ass. He leaned down and gently kissed it.
"I love you mom."
He rained kisses on his mom's ass while gently rubbing it. Her screams of indignation gradually turned to mewls of pleasure. As her crotch began to rotate slowly against his thigh, He let his finger slide deep into her wetness. Simultaneously, he brought is left hand down smartly on her ass. Jenny moaned and bucked back hard against his finger and began to slowly hump it.
"Jimmy, please. I... I!"
The metallic taste in his mouth grew stronger. His heart was beating so fast that he could barely talk. It seemed to be stuck in his throat. Jenny was saying stop but she kept humping his finger. She was grinding her crotch against his thigh. Jimmy knew he should obey his mom but he was too far gone to stop.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I'm cummminnnggg!" Jenny bucked against her son's thigh as a soul shaking orgasm overtook her.
He added a second finger to his mom's pussy. Before his eyes was the perfect ass that he had lusted for so long. His mom frantically humped his fingers. He leaned down and gently kissed her ass. He could see the whitish liquid streaming from his mother's pussy and across his thigh.
"I have always loved your ass."
"Oh baby! Mommy loves you. Don't stop!"
Jenny's cries climbed the scale until they were a high-pitched scream. He could feel her pussy contracting around his fingers. Then she squirted. He felt the hot liquid hit his thigh and run down the on the bed. As she came, he smacked her ass repeatedly several times. She collapsed, her arms hanging to the floor and her legs limp. He leaned down and kissed her ass again. This time he let his tongue slide to the crevice of her ass. He did this with his sister Julie and she loved it. His mother moaned and pressed her ass against his invading tongue.
He used both hands and gently separated his mom's ass cheeks. He licked her anus. Jenny groaned as she ground her steaming pussy into his thigh.
"Do you like that mom? Does dad do this to you?"
"God baby that feels so good. He used to but not anymore. But please Jimmy... Please... Don't fuck me! I know you want to but I'm not ready for that."
He began to tongue fuck his mother's ass while is two fingers slowly stroked her pussy. He found her G spot. As he stroked it Jenny began to hump is fingers again.
"Oh no Jimmy! If I cum again I'll die! I'll just die!"
He managed to get the tip of his tongue into the succulent opening of her anus. He kept flicking it. Suddenly Jenny's back arched up. Her face contorted and her mouth flew open in a silent scream. He was afraid he had gone too far, that he was hurting her. Again, her pussy gushed that fragrant liquid. It ran down his wrist, across his hands and onto the sheet. As his mom went limp, Jimmy raised his hands to his mouth and licked her precious juices from his fingers.
He shook her and she did not move. He slid from under and turned her on her back. He caught his breath as he beheld the salacious gleam of her cleanly shaved pussy. He could see the nub of her clit peeking out of its sheath and pulsing slightly. Unable to control himself, he leaned down and French kissed his mom's pussy letting his tongue slide up and flick lightly at her swollen clit. A tremor shook her body but her eyes remained close.
"Mom! Mom! Are you okay?"
He knew there was no one in the house but her and him. He had just about decided to call 911 when her eyes fluttered. Her eyes were unfocused, rolling independent of each other. She seemed to be trying to focus. Finally, they rested on her son. Her breaths were hard and labored.
"How... How long was I out?"
"Are you okay mom? You were just out a few moments. I was about to call for help."
"No, no you can't call anyone. I'll be fine. Help me up."
Jenny was unsteady on her feet. When she tried to walk her sweat shorts almost tripped her. Jimmy squatted in front of her and helped her step out of them. His eyes were even with her gleaming wet pussy. He could see her swollen pussy lips. Impulsively, He leaned forward and kissed them again.
Jenny grabbed her son's head and pressed it to her pussy. Involuntarily, her hips thrust forward.
"No baby, we must stop. Don't do that."
Despite her protestations, she held her son's face pressed to her pussy. The aroma filled his nostrils. It was overwhelming. He felt a little dizzy. He let his tongue slip from his mouth and along her gleaming wet slit. Jimmy turned his head to the side and began French kissing his mom's pussy. The wet heat of her need was almost palpable against his tongue.
His tongue found her swollen pulsating clit. He took in his mouth and sucked it hungrily.
"Oh fuck, baby! You must stop!
Jenny wanted her son to stop licking her pussy but she could not help herself. Multiple orgasms had excited every nerve in her body. As her son sucked on her clit, she had sensations in her belly. It somersaulted continuously. Her nipples were rigid. Her body quavered as another orgasm, smaller than the first, shook it.
"Enough Jimmy! This is gone a lot farther than it ever should. Stop!"
She screamed the last word. He sat back on his heels and looked up at her.
"I love you, mom"
She looked down at him. Her eyes was soft and he could see tears forming at the corners.
"I love you too baby. I love you so much. Now help me to my room. Then you get cleaned up. I'll shower and start dinner."
He wrapped his arms around her waist. He could feel her warmth next to him as he guided her to her bedroom. He walked over to her bed. She reached down with one hand and she sat down. She looked up at her son.
"Now please leave me alone before this goes any further."
Jimmy walked back to his room. He closed the door and started to lock it. Then thought better of it. There was really no need to lock his bedroom door anymore.
Chapter 4
"You did what?"
Anna and her sister were having coffee. Henry was at work and Jimmy had gone to play basketball with his friends. Jenny had just told her that Jimmy spanked her to an orgasm while fingering her pussy.
"I know, I know! I was chastising you for having sex with him. Now I have done everything except fuck him."
Anna took a sip of her coffee. As she did, she observed her sister over the rim of the cup. Jenny was flushed and unable to sit still in her chair. She scooted from side to side and recrossed her legs.
"Why didn't you fuck him?"
"I begged him not to. Nevertheless, I know if he pushed me on my back, my legs would have popped open as if they were on springs. I haven't been that aroused in years, if ever."
"So what now, Jenny? You have let the genie out the bottle. You know he's gonna want more."
"Dear God, I don't know! I lay in bed last night my pussy aching for my 18-year-old son's cock."
"Hello girlfriend! Let me tell you, it is a nice cock. I mean, he's not horse hung or anything. But it's a nice size cock that fills your pussy. When I got home last night, I woke him up and rode him until I got off."
"Last night! You fucked my baby again last night?"
"Yep, Anna said nonchalantly, and came like a schoolgirl!"
"But what is all this sex doing to him? He should be out with his girlfriend and not with a couple of old broads like us."
"Jenny, he can have both of us and his girlfriend and none of us will ever know the difference. The boy stays hard."
"I don't know Anna, I just don't know."
Anna stood up and quickly walked around the table. Before Jenny could react, she pulled her chair back and pushed her gown up around her thighs. She eyed her sister's pussy then leaned forward and kissed it.
"Anna, stop that! You know we agreed years ago to stop doing that."
"I just want to prove a point. You just ashamed to admit it."
She leaned forward and tenderly kissed her sister's wet hole. Initially, Jenny tried to push her sister's head away. Then she grabbed it and pressed it to her needy pussy.
"Anna! Anna! What kind of people are we? Are we wrong because we love sex with each other so much?"
Anna sat back on her heels. She used the back of her hand to wipe her sister's juices from her mouth.
"No we are wrong for denying ourselves. Moreover, you are wrong for denying yourself the thing you want most, sex with you son. Let's go upstairs."
Jimmy left the basketball lot early. He still had a list of chores to do and it was already Wednesday. As usual, He rode his bike up the driveway, open the side door to the garage, and put it away. He saw his mom's car and assumed she and Aunty Anna decided not to go shopping the day.
He was hot and sweaty. The absolute best thing on a hot day was ice-cold water. He knew his mom kept some in the refrigerator in the pitcher. When his mother was not around, he drank straight from the pitcher. That was a big no-no but he thought it tasted better that way.
As he turned up the pitcher, he heard a noise. Thinking he was busted, he quickly put the pitcher down. At first, he thought it was mom and Aunty Anna talking upstairs. It sounded more like a moan then someone talking.
He started to call out that he was home, but something stopped him. Quietly, he climbed the stairs. The further he got up the stairs, the louder the sound became. It was definitely moans.
"Oh Anna! Baby that feels so could."
Jimmy could hear soft slurping sounds.
"Jenny, I have missed us doing this. I just loved the taste of your pussy."
Jimmy's cock was instantly hard in his shorts. It could not be. It just could not be.
"Jesus! I love your finger in my ass while you suck my clit."
Jimmy eased around the corner. Just to his right was the open door of his mother's bedroom. The sounds of lovemaking were coming from there. He stuck his head around the corner.
Aunty Anna and his mother were in a 69 position with his mom on top, her ass pointed at the bedroom door. Aunt Anna's head was toward the door. He could see her face was wet with his mom's pussy juices. He could also see Anna's finger in his mom's ass. The aroma of two sexually aroused women filled the room. He was entranced, unable to pull back. He knew he needed to stop looking otherwise they might see him.
Anna heard the floor creak. She looked back, her sister's pussy just above her head. At first, she was shocked. There stood Jimmy his cock in his hand slowly stroking.
"Don't stop licking me, Anna. I'm so close. Please keep licking me."
A devilish thought crossed Anna's mind. She used her free hand to wave and get Jimmy's attention.
Jimmy froze, with his cock in his hand. Copious amounts of pre-cum covered his hands. Aunt Anna beckoned him to step forward. Jimmy hesitated, not sure what she wanted. He had that distinctive metallic taste in his mouth again. His heart felt like it was going to jump out of his chest.
Anna took two fingers and began frigging her sister's pussy. She continued to beckon Jimmy to come forward.
"Do you like that, Jenny? Do you like my fingers in your sloppy wet hole?"
"Fuck Anna! You know I do. But use the dildo again. I need something fill up my hole."
Stiff legged, Jimmy moved forward. His eyes glued to the sloppy wetness of his mom's pussy. He could see her juices leaking down her crease and across Aunty Anna's hands. Aunt Anna beckoned again and he stepped forward.
"Here baby! I have just what you need. You keep licking my pussy and am going to give you just what you need."
Anna indicated to Jimmy that he should remove his shorts. Stiffly, with fear stiffening his muscles he let his shorts drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Anna beckoned him to step forward again. He could smell the aroma of his mother's creaming pussy. Jimmy jumped as Aunt Anna wrapped her hands around his cock and pulled him forward. She raised up and licked the pre cum soaked head.
Then she positioned Jimmy's cock at her sister's entrance. Without further prompting, Jimmy stepped forward, his cock sliding into the wet confines of his mom's pussy.
"Shit... Shit... Fuck! Anna, that dildo feels incredible. It seems bigger than usual."
Anna scooted down and began to suck her sister's clit as Jimmy began to slowly move in and out of Jenny's pussy. His mind spun. His mother's pussy felt incredible. He could feel it spasm as it gripped and loosened around his cock. He remembered Aunt Anna's instruction about going deep and slow.
As he drove in hard, his hips slapped against his mother's ass. She jumped. Her head popped up and she turned around and looked into the lust filled face of her son. She tried to get up but Anna had her hands wrapped around her ass and held in place.
"Oh no! Please no! Stop Jimmy. Stop!"
Jimmy began to slow. The voice of parental authority was strong. His mother had said stop. Just as he was about to obey, his Aunt Anna lowered her head and shouted at him.
"Fuck her hard Jimmy! Fuck her just as I showed you...long hard deep strokes. She wants it."
Confused but so deep into it he could not stop Jimmy be kept up the long hard strokes. He reached forward and gripped his mother's hips using them like handles. Each time he thrust in, he pulled her ass back. The staccato sound of flesh on flesh echoed around the room.
"Oh Jimmy! Oh! Oh fuck! That feels so god damn good."
Anna began to lick her sister's clit. She let her tongue slide from her clit to the slickened length of Jimmy's pole and back again. The taste was like a narcotic. From the frothy wetness of Jimmy's cock pounding her sister's pussy to the slick pulsating of Jenny's clit and back again. She could feel Jenny's head dropped back between her legs, hungrily licking her pussy. At the same time, she felt Jenny's fingers into her ass.
"Oh you Bitch! You hot Bitch! Finger fuck my ass you slut. You know how I love that."
Jimmy was lost in a miasma of lust. The aroma of sex and the sloshing of his mother's super heated pussy permeated the air. Fucking his mother was better than he ever imagined it would be.
"Do you like it, mom? Does it feel good to you?"
He remembered how his mom had reacted to him slapping her ass. As he pistoned in and out of her juicy pussy, he brought his hand shut down sharply on her large ass.
"Oh fuck Jimmy! Your cock is amazing! At dammit do it again! Spank your mommy's ass!"
Still stroking hard into the slick spasming confines of his mother's amazing love hole, Jimmy smacked her ass twice in quick succession. The effect was electric. He felt her clampdown on his cock.
"Cum for me mommy! Please cum for me!"
"Come on, you bitch! Cum for your son!"
"OHHHHHHH!! I'm CummmminnnG!" OH GAWDAMMITT!!"
Jenny continued screaming. Her large hips thrust back hard and repeatedly as her orgasm washed over her. Jimmy heard his Aunt Anna cough as his mother squirted her essence over Aunt Anna's face and his crotch. The vice like grip of her pussy exerted on his cock caused him to come. He squirted his potent seed deep in his mother's welcoming pussy.
Anna slid down, coughing. Jenny had squirted directly in her mouth. She slid out from under Jenny coughing and covered her mouth with her hand. Jenny collapsed on the bed with her son Jimmy falling on top of her his cock still deep in her pussy.
"Oh my God, that was incredible! But what I have done? What have I done?"
Anna slid down took her sister's head in her hands and kissed her deeply. Then she raised up and kissed her nephew.
"Baby, you've done what you always wanted to do. You fucked your son. And you loved it. Moreover, you going to do it again. But first move your big ass out of the way. it's my turn"
It was late the same afternoon. The sun was slowly sinking behind the trees adding a golden hue to the pool. Jimmy, his mother and Anna lay nude on towels spread at the edge of the pool. The two women were exhausted. All afternoon Jimmy fucked them each in turn. They both had lost track of the number of orgasms they had.
Now they lay by the pool, each in the crook of one of Jimmy's arms, recuperating in the warmth of the setting sun.
"Anna, you slut! I should hate you but all I can really say is thank you. Thank you so much!"
"You're welcome, Anna laughed."
Jenny idly stroked the semi hard cock of her son. "My God baby! How can you still be hard? You came at least twice in both of us and I lost track of how many times I came."
Jimmy was a little embarrassed. He had spent all afternoon fucking his mom and his aunt. Now they lay naked in this intimate embrace. He liked it but was unsure of what it meant for the future.
"I'm sorry mom! It stays as hard."
Both women laughed indulgently. Anna leaned over and gave her nephew a long soulful kiss. "Don't worry baby. Your mom and I will find something to do with that."
Jimmy pushed his bike up the driveway after school. For the past month, he, his aunt, and his mother had many stolen moments together. Usually when his father was out of town on one of his many business trips. Anna reconcile with her husband but still managed to come by to share Jimmy with her sister.
He was not surprised to see both cars in the driveway. When he walked into the kitchen his mom and Aunt Anna was sitting at the table drinking a soda. They had an unusually somber look on the face.
"Hi mom, Aunty Anna! How are you?"
"Sit down, baby. Your aunt and I need to talk to you."
Concerned, Jimmy slid into the empty chair at the kitchen table. His eyes flicked from his mom to his aunt. Despite this somber expression, he thought he could detect a gleam in their eyes.
"Jimmy, his aunt said, you probably didn't know this but I wanted a baby and my husband did not. I was not on birth control but we used condoms. Well, I'm pregnant."
Jimmy's head began to swim. His mouth opened and closed like a guppy. He was unsure what to say.
"And baby, his mom said, so am I. We are both pregnant and you are the father."
The room began to move around Jimmy. He thought he was going to pass out. Then he felt a light slap on his face. He looked into the concerned faces of his mom and aunt.
"I'm sorry," Jimmy wailed, "I'm so sorry!"
Both women stood walked around and embraced him from either side.
"It's not your fault, Jimmy; we are grown women and knew the risk."
"Yes, baby, it's our fault. However, we want you to know that your father and your uncle are not aware. It will be our secret. Moreover, you must not never tell anyone. Do you understand?"
Jimmy wiped tears from his eyes and nodded his head. He was confused about what that meant for his future but he trusted his mother and his aunt to help him through it.
"However, you have special treat for the next eight months. Some men say that pregnant pussy is the best there is and you're going to have two to fuck."
"Yes," Jenny smiled, "and we have a few hours before your father gets home."
Jenny stood and took her son's hand, pulling him to his feet. She walked to the stairs. His Aunt Anna stood and followed them up the stairs.
Jimmy and his sister Julie had many nights of phone sex as he recounted fucking his mom and aunt. Thanksgiving was coming and she could not wait to join the family fun..
