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72. Two Moms Two Laps Two Hours 1-3 (66k)

Two Moms, Two Laps, Two Hours - Incest/Taboo

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You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.This little tale is an homage to some of the most popular stories on Literotica.

NakdSalr's "Mom Takes a Ride" (1 2), and byRetired04's "Sitting On My Son's Lap", are both slightly absurd, fun and erotic situations, with a Mom going for an extended ride sitting on her son's lap, with others in the car. IMHO "Mom Takes a Ride" sets a high bar for this kind of story, being a quick easy read, and the car scene ridiculously erotic.

I thought I'd take a shot at a similar story, from the Son's point of view. I also carried the absurdity just a little too far. If you've read any of my work, undoubtedly you know I require a lot more setup, background, character development and so on. I can't help myself.

I don't have the talent to make the story as short as I'd like, but I'm working on that.

I hope you enjoy it. - TTT

P.S. This is an entry for the 2012 Summer Lovin' Contest. It is about Aunt's and their Nephews, as well as Mother's and Son's. If that's not your cup of tea, please read one of the other excellent entries."Harold, this is crazy! We're never going to fit all that in the car."

I had to agree with Mom on this one. We were shutting down the summer cabin early, and as usual, it meant bringing home lots of gear that had migrated there during our multiple 'mini-vacations'. Unfortunately, Dad's workload had exploded with a new contract, and it was unlikely we'd get back out to the house again that summer.

This season we'd accumulated more than ever. The coolers with all the game meat were the main culprits. We'd planned on the wild pig hunt earlier in the summer, but had to reschedule twice, due to weather. Mom and Aunt Marie had conniption fits when they found out we'd be hunting on the last day of our vacation. After a bit they settled down and gave in. Mom was a big believer in 'male bonding'. Dad and I didn't do enough together, other than watch football part of the year, by her way of thinkin'. We'd taken up hunting two years back, and even though it was pricey as hobbies go, it turned out to be good for us. It brought us closer, and though we were usually all business during the hunt, we opened up a good bit during our outings. Truth is, it was kind of cool.

My cousin Colin had never really known his real father, and had never been close with either of his two step-fathers, neither of which were in the picture any more. Aunt Marie welcomed any opportunity for him to hang out with other men. Besides, I think she kinda liked the old man. You can't blame her, he's pretty good as Dad's go, if a little ultra-conservative on occasion.

In the end they let us 'he-men' go with their blessings, insisting that we prove ourselves as 'providers' and bring home the bacon. Literally. In the mean time they'd keep the cave clean, and work on polishing off some of the fermented brew. We'd been derelict in our duties, and they had a good bit of work ahead of them, at least in the drinking arena.

We headed out well before dawn to a local orchard where the owner was having problems with herds of feral pigs. It was my first time hunting hogs, and Colin's first time hunting, period. We'd had him practicing out back on the property, chewing our way through a mess of ammunition. Another manly thing the Mom's thankfully approved of. But the play time was over. Big leagues now. We had no idea what to expect.

If you've never gone wild pig hunting, there's no way I could do it justice in a few paragraphs, never mind an entire novel. It's beyond description. We had the time of our lives. We killed wild beasts, dragged their massive carcasses across fields, skinned and cleaned them, and all in all felt pretty damn good about ourselves. Nothing like killing critters, especially big mean ones that could tear you open in seconds, to get a man's testosterone and adrenaline pumping. I swear, after one particular episode I could practically feel my voice deepening, my chest hair growing, and my dick swinging free, half-way to my knee.

If any of you 'men' have got some kind of deep-seated issue with me killin' stuff, as far as I'm concerned you can just pull up your panties, shave your goatee, and move to France, ya damn wusses.

Ladies with issues? Understood. It's a man thing. Come sit on my lap, and I'll explain everything. Heh. (It's an inside joke, never mind.)

The day had been incredible, to say the least. We'd harvested eight all told, and spent more time cleanin' them than we had hunting. We'd filled two large coolers to the brim, and still left most of the meat with the property owner. The farmer was pleased as could be with our results. The pig issue was becoming a huge problem, causing massive crop damage and ground erosion. He welcomed us to come back any time, and clear out as many as we possibly could. Dad shook his hand, and told him we might take him up on that.

We were exhausted yet exhilarated. Colin had killed one ferocious boar that weighed in around 200 lbs, and I'd shot a trophy sow that easily exceeded our 250 lb scale. We'd worked our asses off dragging the pigs back to the Jeep, and learning to skin, gut and butcher a hog bigger than me turned out to be a supremely time-consuming and messy effort. I was never more appreciative of that winch on our Jeep. Dad knew what he was doing, and had all the tools we needed. I'm sure he could have finished it in half the time, but our learning was a big part of the process. Dad always took pride in teaching me, and I appreciated it, even if I didn't say so very often.

The sun was hanging low in the sky by the time we made it back to the cabin, which put a damper on our excitement. We were late getting back, and knew it would be a lot later before we got out of there, with at least a 2 hour drive ahead of us before we got home.

Turns out things weren't all that bad. Aunt Marie and Mom had finished up most of the packing and a stupidly large pile of gear was stacked in the car-port, ready for loading. We backed the Jeep in and found the sisters parked on the front porch, beers in hand.

Colin ran over, still completely stoked over his first hunting trip, but before we were 10 seconds into our story we were cut off.

Mom was holding her nose, and pointing to the lake. "Go! In the lake, clothes and all. Now!"

Aunt Marie was no better. "Lord, y'all stink! You're filthier than those pigs you claimed to be hunting. Harold, I gave you my handsome boy and you returned this?"

Dad laughed. "This young MAN shot a 200 lb boar with 5 inch tusks that could tear you wide open faster than you could say 'Woo pig sooie!'" He put his big old meaty hand on the back of Colin's neck and gave him a squeeze. I saw Colin wince. I knew that squeeze well. I'd suffer it happily. It was the closest thing to affection we men are allowed to share.

Ten minutes later we were swimming/bathing off of our dock, with the Moms parked on the end, listening to our tales while still working on their beers. I suspected they'd had more than a few. It was easy enough to see they were feeling no pain.

To hear Colin tell it, we'd killed Hogzilla, and needed a backhoe to drag it back for cleanin'. Dad shed some reality on the stories, but our Moms were happy we'd had a good day, and were clearly pleased with Colin's contagious excitement in particular.

Alright, I'm gonna throw this out there, even though a lot of y'all are gonna think me perverted or something. Try to be open-minded.

Aunt Marie is hot. Her ex-es must have been some stupid sumbitches.

There. I said it. And don't judge me until you've seen her.

If Mom wasn't, well, Mom, it'd be pretty easy to put her in the same category. Hell, except for their boobs and butts, they could almost have been twins. Come to think of it, they are - Irish twins at least, born only about 11 months apart.

They were both wearing bikinis which they had selected to best emphasize their most noteworthy features. They were obviously sisters, with much the same build, and nearly identical features. Aunt Marie had been considerably more blessed when the boob fairy made her appearance, but Mom had the whole package, including the most perfect ass in the free world. Don't believe me? Ask Dad. He pointed it out in the first place.

Aunt Marie's bikini top was barely able to contain her enormous bounty, and for a woman closer to 40 than 30, they stood up firm and proud, defying age and gravity.

Mom's bikini on the other hand, while nicely encasing her more-than-worthy breasts, emphasized her amazing hips and ass. It was small in the back, showing a lot of cheek, which some might have considered overdoing it a bit, with only family around. I personally thought it was a generous gift to all of mankind, to keep those bodacious cheeks on full display.

Bodacious. That was Dad's word for them. Funny the things guys talk about as they get older. Especially while huntin' with all the testosterone pumpin'. Who ever thought my Dad would brag about Mom's bodacious ass? To me?

The ladies where making us scrub some of the filth off our clothes, passing them out piece by piece. We were developing a nice little pile of wet clothing, which may not have been clean, but was a whole lot better than it had started.

Mom got up and took her cover-up off, but before she could jump in, I stopped her. "Mom! Wait!"

"What?" she asked peevishly.

"I, uh - I'm naked in here."

Colin chimed in, "Me too, Aunt Alice."

Mom rolled her eyes and glared at the old man.

Dad laughed. "Hey! Don't blame me. I'm not the one going commando. Looks like you and your sister's bad habits are rubbing off."

Mom blushed mightily, but Aunt Marie just grinned. Mom dug into the tote bag she'd brought down to the water, and came up with a couple of pair of boxers she tossed to Colin and I. Once I noticed that Aunt Marie was getting ready to get in the water too, I almost wished I hadn't said anything. Hell, let's be honest, there was no 'almost' about it.

After a bit they joined us, and we splashed around playfully. Dad was the first to retreat from the cold lake water, and he made his way to the house to get dressed and start the winterizing and car loading.

Mom and Aunt Marie were always competitive, mostly in a good-natured way. Parties, outfits, dinners, hair-dressers, bargain hunting, everything between them seemed to be some kind of competition. To hear the family tell it, they had always competed over everything since they were kids.

That day was no different and they were soon talking about chicken-fights. We'd done a lot of that the previous summer, and before much longer Mom was up on my shoulders and Aunt Marie was on Colin's, each trying to knock the other one off. Mom was giving me grief, threatening physical injury, grounding, and even starvation if we didn't win.

Like I said, competitive. Especially where her younger sister was involved. So I kinda cheated. Just a little.

I'm about 4 inches taller than Colin, so moving out into water that was just a little deeper gave me an unfair advantage. When the water was almost up to his neck, I turned and forced him backwards. After one step his mouth was at the water line, and after just a few seconds of tussling, and my blocking his way back into shallower water, he was choking. He coughed, turned sideways and started walking away, his mother sliding backwards off his shoulders. Mom grabbed Aunt Marie by the shoulders, leaning over and almost dunking me. She was fighting hard, and her legs were nearly cutting off my circulation, her chest pushing my head almost into the water. When I stood back upright, Mom was crowing over her victory, and I looked up to see Aunt Marie struggling to get back onto Colin's shoulders, half drowning him. It was a few moments before I realized she was topless.

Mom was laughing, waving the bikini top around in the air, while Aunt Marie finally straightened up and covered herself with her hands. "Alice! You rotten little cheat!"

I was walking toward them, for a better look, when Mom threw the top back to her from a few feet away. "You know you love it, Em," Mom laughed. "It's not like you've ever missed an opportunity to show 'em off. Can't say I might not do the same if I had puppies like those."

Aunt Marie struggled to put the top back on, precariously poised on Colin's shoulders. Poor boy. Missed the whole show. And a hell of a show it was. Getting dressed again put her breasts completely on display for me. Her areola were dark and huge, at least 3 inches across, covering half her breast. The cold water had her nipples hard and puckered. They stood out nearly 1/2 an inch, near as big at the tip of my pinky, and begging for attention. I knew it would be a while before I'd be able to get out of the water without embarrassing myself, in spite of the cold.

"Show 'em off? In front of your son? That's pretty outrageous even for you," Aunt Marie answered, tucking her breasts back into her tiny top. "All talk and no action, I'm thinkin'." Even inside her bikini her big nipples poked out deliciously, screaming for more personal attention.

"Jeremy can't see nothin'," Mom teased, "just like poor Colin didn't get to see your big ol' titties bouncin' around." She was wiggling around, and I saw Colin's wide-eyed reaction. "There, now we're even. Both boys got an eyeful. Feelin' better?"

"Jesus, Alice! Put that back on before Harold sees you. That's all I need to hear about on the ride back. You get wild, and I get the blame."

"Spoilsport. Who's all talk now?" I had tilted my head back and was trying to catch just a little view of what the commotion was all about. I had a quick glimpse of Mom's tits, her nipples pink and erect, when she thumped me on the head. "Eyes ahead, Jeremy."

Caught. Damn it.

After the excitement, we all headed back to shore and dried off best we could, before we'd start helping Dad load up the vehicle.

I still had visions of Aunt Marie's amazing boobage on my brain. It was like sunspots; I just couldn't shake it. Of course it didn't help when she snuck up on me, and put me in a head lock, while I was drying off. Getting my face smashed into her breast was too strong a reminder of what I'd just seen.

I love my Aunt Marie. As far as sister's go, she's definitely the fun one. She's doted on me and spoiled me for as long as I remember. She'd always tussled with me, and it still drew Dad's ire that we'd never outgrown it. She had a way of talking to me, when I was younger, that made me feel older, more mature. When things got hairy, I'd sometimes call her and talk it out with her. She was a great listener.

But in the last few years, especially since she split up with husband number three and spent so much time around us, I couldn't help but notice her as a woman. Give me a break, she was ridiculously sexy. You'd feel the same in my shoes. Trust me on this one.

Mom, on the other hand had always been the stable one, the reasonable one, the conservative one. Aunt Marie would show up at our house in Daisy Duke's and a halter top. Mom? Mom dressed like a Mom. Aunt Marie would sneak me a beer, Mom would ground me for having alcohol on my breath. Mom set a 10 o'clock curfew on my dates, even as a senior. Aunt Marie made sure I had a rubber.

Don't get me wrong. Mom was a great mom, and I loved my family like nobody's business. But every boy should have an Aunt Marie in his life.

The head lock was too much. I scooped her up in my arms, and motor-boated her cleavage. She laughed hysterically.

Unfortunately, Mom, who was only about 5 feet away, unbeknownst to me, didn't see it the same way.

"Jeremy! Stop that!" She spoke sharply, through clenched teeth.

The sound of her voice froze me in place, then I set my Aunt carefully down. You could see the tears in her eyes from laughing so hard.

"She started it," I argued weakly.

"And you think that's the appropriate way to end it? With your aunt?"

Aunt Marie tried to come to my rescue. "It's a boob day, Sissy. No big deal. You said so yourself."

Mom was caught. "Alright. I get it. Playin' around. But think, Jeremy. What if your father walked up when you were doing that? What then?"

"He'd have to wait his turn," I quipped. Sometimes my mouth moved faster than my brain.

Mom stared at me, her mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. She finally just glared at Aunt Marie shaking her finger at her. "You! You're a bad influence." Then she stomped away.

Aunt Marie almost choked holding back her laughter. "I can't believe you sometimes, Jeremy. You're so like your father at your age, it scares me."

"Like Dad?"

"He was just as impetuous, mouthy and confident as you. Jesus, he was something." She had a far off look in her eye. "Your Mom won that one, I'll give her that much."

I put my arm around my diminutive aunt's narrow waist, and tugged her along. "We better get going, no telling what Mom would think we're up to, if we linger longer."

"No telling what we'd get up to either," she teased, goosing me.

"Aunt Marie!" I said, jumping.

"Just keeping you on your toes," she laughed, running away from me so I couldn't exact my revenge. Rotten thing.The Jeep Wrangler Rubicon is a decent-sized vehicle. But in this case, not even close to big enough.

"It'll never all fit," Mom continued to argue.

"It'll fit. It's like a puzzle, we just have to find the right combination," Dad argued.

But Mom was right. Five adults and a pile of gear nearly 6 feet high was too much for the old Jeep.

Aunt Marie was the first to suggest collapsing the seat behind the driver. "It'll be a tight squeeze, but maybe we can get the rest in. You'll have to sit three up front and two in back. Someone's going to have to ride on the console."

"Damn it!" Dad growled, re-adjusting some of the gear in the rear. "Nobody's going to be able to sit on the console for over 2 hours."

Mom had a different solution. One I never would have expected to hear from her. "I can sit on Jeremy's lap," she suggested. "If he gets too tired we can take a break, and Colin and Marie can take the front seat."

We were still walking around half-dressed, although I had a t-shirt on with my boxers, and the sisters both had cover-ups, which mostly covered up. Still, looking over at Mom dressed in her bikini, and thinking about her sitting on my lap for 2 hours was a little disturbing. Had to keep my thoughts calm. The boxers wouldn't do a very good job of camouflaging my excitement if things got any worse down there.

Dad grunted, and we tried out Aunt Marie's solution. We soon realized that even with the seat behind the driver collapsed, we still had a lot of gear outside. He was struggling to squeeze the largest suitcase sideways between the front seats, resting on the console, while leaving enough room to access the gear shifter. Even that was a poor fit, pushing the soft top upward to the point where it looked like it might tear.

It was obvious to everyone but my obstinate father, we still weren't going to make it. "Fuck it!" Dad growled. "Let's just leave some of this crap behind, and we'll get it in a couple of weeks."

Now I knew he was getting frustrated. He rarely swore.

Aunt Marie struggled to be the voice of reason. "C'mon Harold, I think we're almost there. If we lay down the other seat in back, instead, I think it'll fit."

I tried to be helpful. "The night's warm. We could ride with the top down. Stack things a little higher. And the suitcase will fit then."

Dad looked tired. It had been a long day. We'd been up since 4:00 a.m. "That seat behind mine is barely wide enough to fit one person, never mind two."

Aunt Marie wasn't giving up. "I guess the boys will just have to suffer through two hours of having their Moms sit on their laps. It'll save you wasting a full day coming back here in a couple of weeks, not to mention a $100 worth of gas." She turned to me and Colin. "Y'all reckon your legs can survive two old ladies sitting on 'em for a couple of hours?"

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Maybe it was just the beers talking. The idea seemed beyond crazy to me. I mean, Aunt Marie was always teasing, but this was a new extreme. Especially since Mom would be involved too. But Mom and Aunt Marie seemed to think it the most natural solution in the world.

Colin, on the other hand, seemed to be even more shocked by the concept than me. He kept looking back and forth between our mothers, the mere idea of what they were talking about short-circuiting his brain.

I might as well mention it here, since we're not holding anything back. Colin's got it bad for Mom. I'm not sure what it is, but it's undeniable. He tries to hide it, but in one weak drunken moment, he confessed it all to me. He'd spied on her several times, hell, he'd practically worn a path through the bushes to her bedroom window. He was always snapping pictures of her on his phone, like we couldn't tell what he was up to. He even asked if I had any naked pictures of her. Right. Like I'd share them with him if I did?

It was kind of a family inside joke, but I don't think anyone but me understood just how bad a crush he had on Mom.

As you can imagine, this discussion had him breaking out in a cold sweat.

Mom rubbed her hand in my hair. "Whaddaya say, Jeremy? It won't be that bad. We can take a break if it gets too uncomfortable or your legs fall asleep."

My mouth was as dry as the west Texas wind when I finally agreed. "Sure. We'll be fine. It's not like you're Mrs. Wilson." Mrs. Wilson was our 250 lb VERY friendly neighbor. She'd tried to sit on my lap on the front porch, once. It was a disaster of epic proportions, worthy of its own tale. But not right now.

Aunt Marie giggled. "Hardly. I don't think the two of us combined could make one of her." She was right of course. Mom was a fanatic about her weight, dieting like crazy any time the scale inched over 110 lbs. Aunt Marie might have had her by a few pounds, most of that filling out her bikini top at the moment. The image of her naked tits flashed before my eyes. Damn. I looked at her chest again, trying to make out her protruding nipples. Rats. I guess she'd warmed up.

"It's settled then. Let's get this show on the road," Mom said.

It took another 10 minutes to unload the one side, and reload the other. Somehow, barely, we got it all inside, although we struggled to close the rear passenger door. We reorganized a few things, so the top items wouldn't blow away in the wind now that the top was down, and tied them down so they wouldn't shift too much during the drive. It was getting dark, and we knew it would be late by the time we made it home. Mom and Aunt Marie had finished off the last of their beers, while Colin and I had long ago emptied the one each we were allowed. Dad, on the other hand, was still working on a Red-Bull, looking to stay awake and alert for the long drive ahead.

With the vehicle fully packed it became obvious how crowded the backseat would be. There was almost no leg room, and the space was narrower than either front seat. Mom and Aunt Marie were whispering to one side, and then Mom came forward. "So, who will it be, Colin? You want your Mom back there with you, or would you rather have me sit on your lap for a couple of hours?"

Damn, Mom! Tease the boy much? He'd probably have a brain aneurysm if she kept it up.

It turned out Dad had serious issues in that department.

"I think these boys are a little too old to have their momma's sitting in their laps for that long," he said in his 'and-that's-final' tone.

"But it's Ok for their aunt's to sit on their laps?" Mom asked pointedly.

"Hell. I don't like any of this, but given those two options, I'd say yeah. It's better for their aunt to sit on their lap."

Mom rolled her eyes at him, but she knew him as well as I did. Hell, who am I kidding? She knew him a whole lot better. This one was a lost cause. She could argue 'til she was blue in the face, but he wasn't going to budge on this issue. Dad was like that. Mom got her way better than 95% of the time, but on those rare occasions that he had his mind made up about something, you'd be better off waiting for the Mississippi to start flowing north than him changing his mind.

Aunt Marie stayed out of the line of fire, and waited for them to come to a decision. Sexy and smart. Dad didn't say a word, he just stood there with that dark look on his face, and his arms crossed.

Like I said, Mom knows Dad, what makes him tick, and how to play him. After just a few seconds, we watched her walk over to him, and put her hands on his arm. "Of course, Dear. I'm sure you know best about these kinds of things. They're not little boys anymore." She tugged his arm and got him walking with her, away from the rest of us, while they chatted back and forth. It didn't look like they were arguing at all, but when they turned back toward us, Mom was wearing that grin of hers that told me she figured she'd forfeited that battle, but was winning the war.

Aunt Marie was standing near me and when they walked away she put her arm around my waist. "You don't mind too much if I sit on your lap, do you Jeremy? I'll try not to make it too uncomfortable for you."

I turned to my Aunt and put my hands under her arms. I lifted her up, getting her to squeal softly, while I gave her a little shake. "Heck, I figure you can't way much more than 150. That shouldn't be any problem."

Aunt Marie glared at me, smacking me on the arm. "150! You take that back! I don't weigh a pound over 110."

"Really? Mom weighs about 110, and I'm pretty certain you have her by a good 20 lbs or so." I gave her another little shake for emphasis, which set her breasts to swaying, hypnotizing me.

In reality, other than their breasts and butts, they were so similar in size and shape it was unlikely their weight varied by more than a few ounces. But Aunt Marie was just too easy to tease. And she had it coming.

"20 pounds!" she shrieked. "Do I look like I weigh 20 lbs more than Alice? Really?"

Mom and Dad were approaching and it only took Mom seconds to see what was up. "Jeremy! Stop teasing your old aunt. There's no way that she's more than 10 pounds heavier than me."

Aunt Marie turned to glare at my Mom, but when she saw that we were all grinning, she stammered over her accusations, and finally turned back and poked me in the chest. "You're going to pay for that one, buster."

"I know. Believe me, I know. Thanks to Dad, I'll be paying for at least 2 hours. Damn 20 extra pounds. You need to lay off the Twinkies."

She smacked me again, this time pretty hard. I know she left a hand mark on my arm for a good bit.

"Alright Colin, why don't you join me up front, and we can load up," Mom announced.

Dad looked apoplectic. "Certainly you're not going to ride home in your bathing suits?"

Mom look surprised. "God, I can't believe we almost forgot. Riding two hours in these wet suits would be miserable. I'm chafing already. Marie, where'd we put the bag with the travel outfits?"

Aunt Marie wore a look of apprehension, before turning to the car. I saw her sigh in relief as she found the tote bag was actually accessible. She struggled for a second to get it loose, then climbed out of the vehicle, bag held high in victory. "Got it."

Mom passed us clothes to wear on the ride home, and she and Aunt Marie moved into the house to change. While they were gone, Colin and I quickly changed into the outfits she'd held out for us. Just a pair of knit shorts and a t-shirt, but way more comfortable than 2 hours of sitting in wet clothing. We were already wearing the boxers, and they were still wet, so they had to go. Truth is, we went commando most of the summer, so it wasn't all that unusual. I personally liked the freedom; I hated encasing the 'boys' in anything tight.

Mom and Aunt Marie showed up just a couple of minutes later, wearing large baggy t-shirts that reached halfway down their thighs. Mom posed for Dad, lifting the edge of her shirt, displaying some God-awful ugly colored shorts. "Better now?"

Colin and I both gave our Ok's. Dad had changed into sweats earlier so he was already set. "That's a little more reasonable," Dad grudgingly admitted. "Let's load up."

The back seat was narrow with the passenger side down. I climbed in, and took a minute to push and tug at the boxes and suitcases next to me, until I had a bit of shoulder room, and a place to rest my arm. Aunt Marie waited patiently, then carefully maneuvered her way in, tucking her t-shirt under her bottom, while we experimented with what worked best for our legs. In the end she sat with her legs outside mine. I was uncomfortable with my legs pressed together, so I opened my knees about a foot, my feet still together. It resulted in pressing Aunt Marie's legs apart, one up against the door, one against the suitcase wedged in between the front seats. Not the most dainty of positions. It gave me a nice view of a lot of smooth bare thigh.

After Dad completed one last check of the house, he climbed in and started up the engine. "Alright, the end of another great summer. Hell of a last day, huh boys?"

I was caught for a second, wondering if he was talking about the current situation, but Colin recovered faster. "No kidding. We gotta do some more of that pig hunting. That was friggin' intense."

"I'll say," I added, so it wouldn't seem like I was too distracted. Not that I didn't have every right to be. Aunt Marie might not have Mom's 'bodacious' ass, but it felt pretty incredible, pressed against my lap.

The property road was rough, and even off the lane, the main road was still unimproved for the first several miles. It was one of the reason's we'd bought the Jeep Rubicon in the first place. Not the smoothest ride in the world, but it took to off-roading like a pig to mud.

The interior was loud. With the top off, the wind made things noisy and Dad was cranking his classic rock, which thanks to Sirius, he never had to do without.

I think my Aunt and I both understood this was a good bit beyond our typical play. She'd sat in my lap before, watching a movie at home, but this wasn't the same. Not by a long shot. We were in our own little private cocoon, and barely clothed.

Dad pulled out very slowly, and I tried to find a comfortable place for my arms and hands. I finally rested them carefully on her legs, about mid thigh. "Is this Ok?" I asked.

I expected some laughing response, but she just put her hands over mine, sliding them a bit higher. "Nervous?" she asked me.

"A little."

"Don't worry. We'll be fine. I trust you."

My fingers were slowly sliding along her skin, the smooth soft silkiness of her inner thigh. We reached the end of the open driveway, and Dad sped up a bit, as we disappeared into the trees.

Almost immediately we hit a big bump which killed any ideas of propriety we might have had. She bounced across my lap with a squeal, hitting the door hard, her shirt twisting under her. My hands reached out, grabbing one thigh way too high under normal circumstances, and struggling to keep her from falling into the foot-well. Her t-shirt slid almost up to her chest, during a second almost equally bad bounce, and she was lying on her back in my lap, her legs pointed at the ceiling, her knee practically giving me a black eye.

My eyes were drawn between her legs. She wasn't wearing shorts. Hell, she was barely wearing panties. I don't know if Dad would think this was better than bathing suits.

Aunt Marie gasped, struggling to sit upright, and I tried to help, when the next bad bounce turned her sideways on my lap, and I had to grab her butt to stop her from sliding off of me. I gripped her rear tightly, fighting to keep her in place, and miraculously we got her seated again.

Thanks to the panties she was wearing, that grip was more skin then cloth. I didn't want to ever let go.

She had her hands and feet braced against anything she could find, and stared at me with real surprise. I reached forward and pulled her shirt around, where it had gotten twisted, and straightened it out so it covered her pretty little panties again. The bouncing was continuous but manageable for the moment. I held her shirt tail in my hand and on a bigger bounce, quickly slid it under her butt.

"There. Back to PG-13," I teased.

We both started giggling, and she laughed out loud when she was launched, landing hard on my lap.

We tried to settle down. It was a hopeless task. Every few seconds another dastardly road blemish sent us ricocheting off of our surroundings. More than once I had to push the baggage aside to prevent us from getting buried. We were giggling like kids, struggling to get positioned over and over again, limbs flying everywhere. It was more than a little exciting, with my Aunt's chest obviously unencumbered by a bra, and like to put my eye out on a couple of occasions.

During a brief interlude of near smoothness, Aunt Marie leaned a bit toward the door and twisted her torso, looking at me. "Hang onto me, Jeremy. I don't want you guys to have to recover my broken body after I get ejected from this wild ride." She had her mouth inches from my ear, and I still could barely hear her.

I slid my left arm between her and the door, while my right arm encircled her waist. I tugged her in close. I gave her side a little squeeze, pinching imaginary love handles through her shirt.

"I take it back. No more than 5 lbs difference."

She elbowed me. "Stop it. You're just being mean now."

We hit a particularly bad rut in the road, and we were both thrown toward the middle of the car. I tried to hang onto her, but her arms and legs were flailing, and almost clocked me. I caught a breast flush in the face, and instinctively opened my mouth, clamping on for a moment, until the momentum dragged her away from me.

"Harold!" Mom yelled. "Slow down before you get us killed! Another bump like that last one, and if I don't get hurled out of the car, your nephew's going to learn a lot more about his aunt's anatomy than is proper."

Dad finally slowed down, and probably none too soon. That last lurch left Aunt Marie's legs spread-eagle in the air, and I found myself clutching her to my chest, one hand on her breast, and the other gripping the inside of her thigh just a hair's breadth from her crotch. Her shirt had crawled up past her waist again, and looking down I got a really good look at those panties. Tiny pink ones, with an embroidered red heart and the word 'Me' written in girly cursive below. Heart Me. I'm sure you can understand how that resulted in an immediate change in my status below the waist.

I don't know how long Aunt Marie let me grope her like that, but she eventually peeled my hand off of her thigh, and pulled her shirt down enough to cover her bottom. She reached for my other hand, loosened the death grip I had on her tit, and sat back upright. She smiled at me, as she put my hand back on her breast, patting it softly. I gave her a little squeeze. She moved her lips next to my ear. "Boob day."

That set us to giggling again, and I gave her tit a nice long feel. She put her hand on mine again, "Gentle, Ok? And this stays between us."

"I'll be gentle," I assured her. "I'll be anything you want me to be."

She smiled. "Do you like my panties? I wore them special for you."

"I love them. And I do."

"Do?"

"I do love you."

She moved her mouth to my ear. "It's not about that kind of love. Know what I mean?"

I nodded mutely, while I struggled with the agony of my cock hardening while still bent in half. She must have noticed my discomfort. "Am I too heavy?" she asked, sounding serious for once.

I know I blushed. "Not at all. You feel great." I told her. "Maybe a little too good." I confessed.

She raised her eyebrows, and then grinned hugely. "Jeremy Daniels! Are you getting a hard-on for your aunt?" Her mouth was inches from my ear, and I could feel her breath. It wasn't helping the situation.

"Sorry. Didn't mean for it to happen," I answered lamely.

She was still wearing that silly grin. "Don't be sorry. It's a nice compliment. Makes me feel all gooey down there. Do you need to adjust yourself?"

I nodded, and sighed in relief when she lifted her hips off of me. I straightened myself out, pointing it straight upward, toward my belly. Aunt Marie lowered herself, then wiggled her butt against me, a lot more than was necessary, so that my shaft was resting in her butt cleavage.

The whole boob thing was no longer my main concern. The road was still rough, and I held her by the hips, so she wouldn't bounce away on the deeper ruts. Dad's slowing down made it manageable. Our playfulness had fallen by the wayside, and we sat quietly for a while. Each bump would lift her up, and my arms would pull her back down, rubbing against my raging hard-on. I realized I was no longer pulling her straight down, but I'd ease her forward and slide her back, each time we lost contact.

Aunt Marie had one hand on the door handle, and the other pressed against her chest, to keep her overactive tits moderately under control. I could tell I wasn't the only one getting worked up. She was actively playing along, rolling her hips, wedging me deeper in her crack.

I was going nuts.

Aunt Marie seemed to understand my predicament. I'll say that for a woman who was nearly 40 years old, she was pretty darn flexible. She twisted around, and pressed her mouth to my ear again.

"We're being a little naughty, don't you think?"

"Too naughty?" I asked, hoping she'd say no.

"It's a little much. You're driving me crazy, baby."

Driving her crazy? "Me too." A sudden bump lifted her up, and I tried to be more careful about how I brought her back down. "God, you feel good."

She gave me a little kiss. "And you feel big. Really big. When did my little nephew grow up so damn much?"

Yet another bump had me moan, as I felt the pressure of her ass slide along my shaft. That one was all her doing.

"Listen sugar. We've got a long trip ahead of us, and we need to get comfortable, or we'll both be miserable. We can be grownup about this, right?"

"Sure," I told her.

"Ok. Can you slide down just a bit?"

I struggled to move my hips forward an inch or two. "Like that?"

Aunt Marie nodded. "Trust me?"

"Of course. With my life. You know that."

"I know. But I want you to relax for a second and don't make a scene. Ok?"

I didn't know where she was going with this, but I nodded.

My aunt reached down between us, and I felt her hand slide into the leg of my shorts, searching out and finding my stiffness. She tugged it forward gently, then I felt the material of my shorts move aside, and our connection was skin on skin. She wrapped her warm fingers around my shaft, and held me in place while she sat down in my lap, my aching cock between her legs, pressing back against her soft crotch.

She ground her hips in a bit, her hand pressing my hardness against her crotch. Then she closed her legs, and I peeked around her to see the head of my cock, playing peek-a-boo, between her soft pale thighs.

She leaned back against me, then deliberately wrapped my arms around her body, one around her waist, the other just below her tits. She leaned her head against mine. "As wild as the other was, it wasn't at all comfortable. I couldn't spend 2 hours like that. Isn't this a little more comfy?"

I was trembling. Comfy was NOT the right word for what I was feeling. "Better." I admitted.

I wondered if this wild side of her had anything to do with all the booze she'd consumed. I could smell the alcohol on her breath. I turned my hand upward and gently cupped her tit.

She sighed. "We can't get too carried away now, Ok?"

"What's too carried away?" I asked nervously. I wondered if she referred to where I'd put my hand.

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She looked like she was about to answer, when the Jeep came to a near stop, then turned onto the paved road. I held her tight while we got tossed around for a second, before the Jeep started to straighten out and pick up speed. "Everyone doing Ok?" Dad asked.

Mom announced that they were alright up front.

"A little uncomfortable going there for a bit, but everything's fine now," Aunt Marie answered, giving a soft tug on my cock, before tucking it back between her fine legs.

It was full dark now, almost pitch black, with no lights to speak of on the road we were on. The heavily tinted windows didn't help any. There was no moon out, and the stars overhead were our only illumination. "We should make better time from here. That first bit was kind of rough, with Ruby so overloaded."

"I'd say," Mom answered, "I'm afraid poor Colin had his hands full, trying to stop me from bouncing out of the car. This is a lot better."

"Sorry about that, but it should be smooth sailing from here." Dad cranked up his music again, so he could hear it above the noise of the road and the wind.

Aunt Marie didn't seem to mind the way I was holding her, and as my hands wandered a little more, she took it in stride. "Much better," she said to me, now that we weren't being tossed around like the pop-up dice in a 'Trouble' game.

"What's too carried away?" I asked her again, since I didn't want to push my luck.

My aunt gazed into my eyes, then leaned in and pressed her lips to mine. God! I was kissing my aunt! It felt so good, our tongues colliding, her breast filling my hand, my cock hard and warm, trapped between her legs.

It was the longest, best kiss of my life. She felt so good in my arms, and her mouth was warm and yielding. I learned more about kissing in a few minutes with my aunt, than I had in my entire life.

Our lips separated, and she opened her eyes, looking into mine. "You can't fuck me, Jeremy. Not here. Not in the car with Colin right up front."

Her words almost set me off. So much meaning. So much unsaid. I couldn't fuck her. That was the limit? Everything up to that was Ok, then? And it wasn't that I couldn't fuck her. No. I couldn't fuck her right that moment. Not in the car with her son nearby. But afterwards? Elsewhere? Jesus! The implications were mind-boggling.

No doubt about it. My Aunt Marie was a wild one. Bad enough that she was so beautiful, with that tight-ass body, and world-beater jugs. But she looked so much like Mom, I would find myself thinking about how similar they were, and what it would be like to be with Mom instead. I know. Not a proper thought.

Like you'd be any better.

With the implied go-ahead signal, I slid my hands up inside my aunt's shirt, and captured both her breasts, enjoying them to the extent I could. I wanted so much more. I got braver and pulled her shirt up, peeling it off of her. She complied graciously and within moments I was in heaven. I pulled off my own t-shirt, so I could feel our flesh press together.

Her unfettered tits were open playthings now. I couldn't get enough of them, and she didn't seem to mind. No, not in the least. "Having fun?" she asked me, while her hands remained between her legs, idly toying with my cock. At the moment she was rubbing my precum all around the head in little circles that were on the verge of torture.

I was looking at the front seat, wondering how far Dad would have to turn, to see what we were up to. I craned my neck to get a look at the rear-view mirror but it was completely blocked by the suitcase. We were 100% hidden from view. Our own little private island.

"Have I told you lately how much I love you, Aunt Marie?" I answered.

"I know sweetie. And I love you back twice as much."

"Impossible."

She giggled. "Did you ever think we'd be in a position like this?"

"Fantasized maybe. But I never thought it would really be possible."

"You fantasize about me?" she asked, as if she didn't know.

"All the time." I hesitated, "Don't be mad, Ok? But when I jerk off, you're who I dream of."

"Mmmm. Now why would I get mad about that? It's hot. How long has that been going on?"

I chuckled. "Ever since my first hard-on."

She moaned. "God, you're making me so horny, Jeremy. How often do you do it?"

"Two, three times a day. Maybe more. A lot more when you're around."

"I..." she hesitated, "I sometimes think about you, when I do it." She gave my cock a squeeze. "Now that I know what you're packing, I'm guessing you'll star in my fantasies a lot more often. I might have to rename my favorite toy after you."

I pressed my lips against her shoulder and caressed her tits, gentler now. She fantasized about me!

I couldn't resist her any longer, and I slid my hand into her panties. She opened her legs a bit, then carefully lifted them around mine, so she was spread wide open. I nibbled on her neck and shoulders, played with her fabulous breasts, and slowly learned my way around her soaking wet pussy, one finger at a time.

I could feel her body respond to my actions, her legs tensing, her breath shortening. Her tight slit moistened and clutched at my fingers as I worked two fingers deeply into her. She twisted her torso, bringing her lips to mine, her eyes blazing.

She had long abandoned my cock, and was just enjoying the attention I was giving her. She was completely at my mercy, and I explored her pussy as much as possible, rubbing, feeling, pulling, pinching, watching her every reaction. I reached further past her pussy, rubbing my finger over her tight butt hole.

"Uh-uh," she warned, "exit only."

I had no problem with that. I was just learning her body, and eagerly went back to finger-banging her. I managed to get the better part of three fingers inside of her, and worked her over hard, twisting and pounding away at her sopping slit. She moaned hard, and pressed back against me.

"Are you going to come for me, Aunt Marie?" I asked teasingly.

She whimpered and nodded.

"You're going to let your naughty nephew make you come? You're getting off on having your sister's baby-boy play with your amazing body, aren't you? You're going to soak his filthy fingers in your cum, you bad girl."

She moaned, pressing against my intruding digits. She nodded again.

"You know you're mine now, don't you?" I told her, stabbing her pussy with my stiffened fingers.

"Jeremy..." she moaned softly, the words whisked away by the wind almost before I could hear them.

Aunt Marie had been single for almost two years. I knew at the moment she didn't have a boyfriend. And she fantasized about me. I was more than willing to step up.

"Mine, Marie." I growled, my fingers pressed deep inside of her, my hand clutching her pussy tightly. "You've given yourself to me, and I refuse to let you go. I can hardly wait until we can be together alone, and I can fuck your beautiful brains out."

She groaned, pressing against my hand, coming intensely. She seemed to come for a long time, but I wasn't sure. It was hard to tell with these things. When her body stopped shaking, and her breath returned to normal, she looked like she was finally back in the real world. I petted her sweet slit and caressed her naked breast, while she relaxed.

With a huge sigh she came back to life. She put her fingers to her lips to hush me, then proceeded to put her body through contortions that would make a Yogi jealous. She was slow and meticulous, and it took me almost a full minute to realize she was turning around. With the final lowering of an outstretched leg, my beautiful aunt, wearing nothing but a pair of thoroughly soaked panties, had straddled my waist and was facing me. Her knees were on the seat on each side of me, tightly wedged between my hips and the car. She reached for my shorts, and pulled them down from the sides. I lifted my hips, and they abruptly slid down almost to my knees. Giving me a huge Cheshire Cat grin, she lowered her hips and ground her steaming crotch against my exposed hardness.

"You really shouldn't fuck me, not here," she told me, her voice soft and sensuous.

Shouldn't? My how things had changed already.

I took her big tits in my hands and lifted them to my lips. It was glorious being able to taste her, lick, suck, and nibble on those beautiful mounds. I found myself getting carried away, sucking as much of her tit into my mouth as possible, pressing my teeth into her skin, tugging strongly on her nipple.

She sighed. "I always knew you were a boob man. I guess that's one place where you and your father differ. You like your aunt's titties?"

I pulled my mouth away long enough to pull her down for another hot kiss. "I love my aunt's big yummy titties," I told her, going back for more.

"I know. When you were a baby, did you know that sometimes I would breast feed you, and your Mom sometimes breast fed Colin? You were both nursing at the same time. You loved my big tits. Can you imagine? Even bigger than these."

"I think I remember that," I teased. "Given half a chance, I'd do it again."

She moaned sweetly, and held my head to her chest.

Aunt Marie was rubbing her crotch up and down my cock, rolling her hips, pressing hard against me. It was obvious how sensitive her tits were, her moans were now continuing almost non-stop. I had a hand inside the back of her panties, clutching and squeezing her ass cheeks, and slid my finger down lower, crossing her tight little pucker, and easing into her pussy.

She reached down between us, and pulled her panty crotch to the side, pressing her naked pussy against my cock. All I had to do was lift her an extra inch or two and I could be inside of her.

Her hips were grinding against me maddeningly and she leaned her head down. "I'm going to come again," she gasped for me.

I wanted to answer her, but not enough to relinquish her tit. I sucked hard, tonguing her nipple, thrusting my cock against her crotch, while my hand pulled her against me, my finger solidly buried. I pulled her higher on my cock, feeling her wetness engulf the head, before maddeningly sliding back down the outside. She did it again, grinding away at the top, the head sliding between her lips. I was about to fuck her. She gasped, pressing hard and the head popped out of her as she slid down my length once more. Her grinding stopped and shifted into a series of short hard thrusts, accompanied by cries, quickly smothered in my shoulder.

"Everything Ok back there?" I heard my father ask.

Aunt Marie was in no shape to respond. She was still cumming against my cock, grinding against me viciously. "We're fine Dad. Just got a bit of a cramp trying to change position. I think we're Ok now." I had to yell to be heard over the noise of the road.

"How 'bout you, Alice?"

"I'm fine. You still OK, Colin?" Mom asked. "I'm not too heavy, am I?"

Colin's voice sounded strained. "I'm good. At least for a little while longer."

Dad seemed mollified. "Great. If y'all can hold out another 15 to 20 minutes, we can take a break at the crossroads, and top off the tank. That's pretty close to the halfway mark."

"Sounds good to me," I answered, while Aunt Marie continued to clutch my body, her mouth clamped on my shoulder, muffling her moans. She hadn't stopped humping me, and it was driving me crazy.

"A break will be nice," Mom answered.

Dad cranked the music back up and the sounds of Boston's More Than A Feeling filled the car.

Aunt Marie had finally calmed down, and she held my face in my hands, staring into my eyes. "Fuck! That was incredible! I can't remember the last time I came that hard, or that long!"

I was holding her ass, and slowly pressing my cock against her. "You're driving me crazy, Marie. I'm really close to coming."

She got a concerned look on her face, and I saw her looking around our small area. "Shit. Can you last until the stop? Otherwise you're going to make a hell of a mess back here. And I don't imagine anyone will miss the smell."

I closed my eyes. "I'll try. But you have to stop moving. I'm almost there now. I can't believe I haven't come already."

Aunt Marie moved back off of me and stopped moving at all. My cock was straining, any touch at all likely to set it off. For several long seconds I hung there on the verge, and felt the immediacy to come recede. I opened my eyes to see her grinning hugely. "I have an idea. Be patient and hold on for a few more seconds, Ok?"

I nodded.

She lifted her leg carefully, pushing mine outward, and then moved hers inside of mine. She did the same for the other leg, moving slowly and carefully. The worst of my impending need was past. I felt the pulse that had been beating in my temple slowly die down. I'd somehow resisted the urge and wasn't going to spontaneously erupt.

Aunt Marie was kneeling between my legs, and she eased her legs off the cushion one at a time, sliding her feet under the front seat until she was kneeling on the floorboards.

She tapped me on the thighs. "Kneel on the seat," she told me.

The words had been a little loud, but fortunately Mick Jagger was louder. No response from up front.

It was awkward, and I was no way as flexible as my loving aunt, but after a couple of tries I managed to get my knees under me. She pushed them outward, widening my stance. I hung onto the roll bar to keep my balance.

Aunt Marie rose up as high as she could and tugged my head down until our faces were only inches apart. She whispered to me. "You can come now, I figured out a way to deal with the mess."

I groaned, as she slid down my body, and took my cock in her mouth. "Jesus!" I shouted.

Whoops.

Dad turned down the music. "You Ok, Jeremy?"

"Yeah," I managed to gasp. "Just a few more minutes, right?"

"We can pull over now, if we need to."

"No! I mean, I'm good. We're almost there."

"Alright." I waited for him to turn up the music, but he didn't. "One hell of a day."

"Incredible," I told him, while my Aunt cranked up the blow-job action. She'd slowed when Dad started speaking, but I watched her grin, her naughty side coming to the fore, and she was pumping her face on my cock.

Dad was on a roll. "I still can't believe our luck. Pretty sensational first time for Colin, don't you think?"

"No kidding," Colin answered from in front.

We were all practically shouting to be heard above the road noise. I was glad, thinking it did a pretty good job of drowning out any other stray noises. Aunt Marie was going to town on my cock, and even as close as I was, I couldn't hear anything from her.

"What did you think when you saw that big sow just laying there, Jeremy?"

"She was beautiful," I answered, rubbing my hand down Aunt Marie's hair. "I'd never seen anything like it. And so close."

"Yeah. I kept expecting her to spook and you'd lose the opportunity of a lifetime," Dad bellowed.

"I couldn't believe my luck," I told him, getting into the idea of talking to my Dad, and Colin and Mom for that matter, while Aunt Marie's warm mouth was stuffed full of my cock. "We just kept gettin' closer, and closer, and closer," I said, accentuating each 'closer' with a thrust between my Aunt's talented lips.

I think I pressed too hard. I got a smack on the ass for the last one.

"It was like a gift from God," Dad reminisced. "To think we could get within 30 yards before she even moved!"

Colin spoke up. "She was so big! I didn't realize how big she was at a distance, but I was getting nervous as we got nearer. What if she'd turned on us?"

"What were you thinking, Jeremy?"

"I knew I was getting too close. I couldn't wait much longer." That was the truth in more ways than one. "I could feel my heart beating so hard." I had one hand tangled in Aunt Marie's hair, moving her head, thrusting between her lips, her hand and mouth performing miracles on me. I'd never felt anything so good. I didn't think anything could.

"I know that feeling," Dad said. "Massive adrenaline rush."

"Yeah. My legs were practically trembling," I said, feeling my voice start to crack from the strain of talking while getting ready to pop. "I had her in my sights, watching her head, waiting for the perfect moment." I took a deep breath, to try to settle myself, but it was no use, I was on the verge. "I knew I couldn't hold back any longer. I had to take my shot. Fast, before the moment passed." I was looking down at my Aunt and she was watching me, her eyes open wide, her mouth open wider, as her hand pumped me.

"Bang." I practically screamed, feeling my juices rise, my body tensing, as I exploded into my aunt's hot mouth.

"It was a beauty," Dad said proudly. "Perfect head shot."

"Best shot of the day," Colin added. "She just dropped to her knees, looking up for a second, trying to get up. She was done for, and didn't even know it."

Aunt Marie was sucking me dry, and I was trembling all over. "I don't know if anything will ever match that first one," I said, gently caressing my aunt's gorgeous face. "It was almost sad, to think my first one might be my best ever. Where do you go from there? Everything else can only be a letdown."

"A trophy like that? A man could wait his whole life and never bag one half as nice. God was smiling on you today. If you ever top that, you're a better man than I am," he laughed.

"Doesn't mean I can't try." I leaned forward, speaking toward Dad's seat, my message for him. "Thanks Dad, for making the whole thing possible. I know I don't say it enough, but I really appreciate everything. I love huntin' with you. I don't think it gets any better than this."

"You're welcome. We should do these things more often. Go out as a family. It's so much better, when you can share a perfect outing with those you love." Damn. That was about as sensitive as the old man could get. I don't think he'd ever told me he loved me. I knew that he did, and I loved him, but it's one of those things that's understood, and not spoken about. We both told Mom we loved her every day, but that was different. She was Mom. And we were men. Still, I felt a little moisture gathering in the corner of my eye.

Aunt Marie's warm mouth still engulfed me. She was moving slowly, gently, and I was heartbroken to feel her release me.

I lifted my head above the roof line, letting the fierce wind wash over me. I wanted to raise my hands over my head and scream 'I'm King of the World!' I realized that if I stretched up just a bit higher, I'd be able to see into the front seat. I could see the top of Dad's head and leaning to the middle, I saw a view that shook me to my roots. Mom was sitting on Colin's lap, mostly sideways, and his hand was inside of her shirt. It made me tremble to see it.

"Alright. I see the lights ahead. Not a moment too soon, I'd say," Dad announced. "You boys will finally get some relief in a couple of minutes."

Relief? I almost laughed out loud before Dad cranked the music back up.

Aunt Marie and I struggled to get ourselves decent, giggling as arms, legs and sundry body parts were flailing away. We were in a hurry, but it didn't stop us from getting a nice little grope in now and then. We were still putting on our shirts when we pulled into the gas station. Dad stopped at the pumps. "Fill it up, Jeremy? I have to take a leak."

Aunt Marie was in my lap, her breath reeking of my essence, both of us breathing hard from the final exertion. My hand was back inside her shirt, caressing her breast. "Sure. I got it."

I opened the door, but before I would let Aunt Marie off my lap, I pulled her head down to mine. "Thank you, that was incredible."

She smiled. "Don't get too excited, cowboy. That's not usually on the menu. Extenuating circumstances." She climbed off my lap, slithering out the door. I felt myself responding already to the sight of her ass moving away and gave her one last pat. "Need anything from inside?" she asked.

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"A Gatorade would be nice," I said. Then I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer. I whispered in her ear. "You might want to get some breath mints."

She nodded. "You don't know the half of it. That stuff doesn't sit well in my stomach. And you had to pump out enough to choke a pro. I'm gonna need some pepto, or alka-seltzer or something. I hope you appreciate it."

I gave her a hug. "I hope to show you how much, in just a little while."

She gave me a peck on the cheek, and I looked over to see that Mom was watching our whole little scene. Busted.

Oh well. I happened to know that she hadn't been the perfect little innocent on that trip either. Not with Colin in the state he must have been in. Even she said it, he had his "hands full."After filling the tank, I moved the Jeep and parked in front of the building. Stretching gingerly, I realized I had been more uncomfortable than I'd realized, and my legs were aching.

I hit the head, and found Mom and Dad chatting again. Dad seemed preoccupied. I went over to pass him the keys, and he pulled me to the side.

"Listen Jeremy, I need you to do me a favor."

"Of course. What?"

He looked around briefly. "Your cousin was getting a little too friendly with your mother, on the ride. She's a little nervous over the whole thing. Not that I don't understand how that might happen. We all know how he feels about your mother. She's a handful, and for a young man to have that sitting in his lap for such an extended period, you can see how things might, well, come up." He looked at me very directly to make sure I got the point.

"Colin is still immature in a lot of ways. Sometimes he doesn't have the sense that God gave a goose. I don't think your mother should be sitting with him any longer. Can you switch seats with him? Let his Mother deal with his wandering hands. And other things."

"Of course Dad. Why don't I just say something to him?"

Dad shook his head. "I don't want to if we don't have to. This day was too right, too perfect. To mess it up like that. So far there's no damage done. Just some teenage foolishness. Hell, it's his dream come true. Let's just try to keep it in check."

"Alright. I won't say anything tonight. We'll see about tomorrow. It burns me up thinking about him doing anything to Mom."

It was the truth. Maybe not fair or even sensible, but hey, I'm a teenager, and that's my Mom.

"Let it go, for now. Your mother is handling it. Think you can broach the subject of switching places? Be better if it came from you."

I didn't think Aunt Marie would like to hear me suggesting that. I could see inside the store that Mom and Aunt Marie were huddled together like accomplices planning a crime. They looked pretty animated.

"Sure, Dad. I'll take care of it."

He put his hand on my shoulder. "I'm proud of you son. You took an awkward situation and handled it like a man. It'd be nice if you and Colin could spend more time together. Maybe you'd rub off on him a bit."

I was feeling a little guilty now. If Dad knew that my 'manly' way of handling things was getting a blow-job from my MILF aunt, he might feel differently.

When the Moms came out finally, Aunt Marie was blatant, walking right toward me, Gatorade in hand. She had a beer in her other. There was a definite swing in her step. "Ready for hour two?" she teased.

"Dad wants us to change up the seating," I told her, walking with her around the back of the car, to avoid everyone else.

She looked over at him nervously. "Are we busted?"

"I don't think so, but he's acting pretty damned suspicious. We gotta cool it," I said. Seemed better than saying 'your son got too grabby'.

"Crap," she glanced over at my Dad. "I'll make it up to you later, I promise."

"I'm going to hold you to that." I opened the rear door for her. "Hey Colin. Let's switch, Ok? I want to talk to Mom a bit."

I saw him struggle against the urge to argue, but how could he? "Sure," he finally said, sounding more than a little dejected.

I went over and joined Mom. "That Ok with you, Mom?"

"Of course. I'd love to have a chance to 'chat' with my favorite boy." Her tone had a bit of a challenge to it.

I climbed into the front seat, relieved to have a little more room both at the legs and to the sides.

"Ready for me?" Mom asked.

I patted my lap. "Absolutely."

Mom slid into my lap, and I couldn't help but immediately recall all the things that I'd done with her little sister. Not good. Think of something else or I'd have some serious explaining to do.

"Alright. If traffic isn't a problem, we should be back home in an hour, maybe an hour and a quarter at worst. Everybody settled in?"

"Ready over here," I announced.

"Back here too," Aunt Marie answered.

"Great. We're off." Dad backed out, cranked up his tunes, and we hit the open road.

We were barely back on the blacktop before Mom twisted in her seat, sitting at an angle across my lap, her weight mostly on my right thigh. She leaned against the door, and glared at me.

Crap. This didn't look good. "Everything," she hissed. "You're going to tell me everything Marie did to you."

Funny how she phrased it. Not what I did to her, but what she did to me. I was a little set off by her tone. "Ok, Mom, but you're going to tell me everything that went on up here, that had Dad telling me to switch seats."

Her eyes blazed. "That's none of your damned business! I'm the adult here."

"As am I, Mom, or have you forgotten?"

"Do as your told, young man!" she snapped, loud enough to get Dad's attention.

"What was that Dear?" he asked.

"Nothing honey, we're just chatting," Mom said casually.

"Ok, didn't mean to interrupt," he said. I heard him turn the music up just a bit louder.

I didn't want her angry with me. I knew that I had already pushed things too far. I pulled Mom closer wrapping my arm around her waist, and resting my hand on her leg. She stiffened. "You're right Mom. Sorry. I'll tell you everything. I was just curious, you know? Dad confronting me like that. I almost had a go at Colin."

I could see her anger recede, and her eyes softened. "Don't do that. It wasn't that big a deal, really."

"Ok. I'd still like to hear it, if you don't mind afterwards. But if not, that's Ok too."

She put her hand on mine and nodded. "We'll see. Now start at the beginning."

I explained how much tighter the seating was in back, and how we were boxed in. "Remember how bumpy the road was? We were being bounced around like throw toys."

"How exactly were you seated?" she asked.

She almost leaped out of her skin, when I pulled her back over onto my lap. "We were like this, but her legs were outside of mine, otherwise she'd slide down between my legs."

Mom opened hers a bit, and slid them over mine. "Like this?" she asked.

Our faces were very close, and I could see over her shoulder. "Yeah. And mine were open a bit like this." I showed her. "In the back seat, that wedged her legs in tightly against the door and the gear."

"Not very ladylike," she muttered.

I laughed. "We were just trying to survive at the beginning. I swear. It was almost like a game, really kind of fun, but nothing bad. One time she bounced all the way into the roll-bar, hitting her head. Another time she ended up with her legs sticking out the roof, and her shirt almost up to her armpits. But we just couldn't stop laughing at the absurdity of it."

"I don't know what your father was thinking, driving like that. It was almost as bad up here," she admitted.

"I barely got her sitting up and mostly dressed again, before she was dumped on the floor, and all I could see was legs and panties. After that I reached around her waist, like this, and hung onto her, so she wouldn't get launched again. It helped a little, but when we hit that really big hole we were practically turned on our heads, and I grabbed her so she wouldn't get hurt, and that's when the trouble started."

"Details, Rotten! Everything, understood? Don't you dare leave anything out." She was scary serious.

I nodded. "She got twisted sideways, kind of like this," I adjusted Mom to the side a bit, "and when we settled down, I had my hand between her legs, and I was hanging onto her boob."

I moved my hand down to her leg, placing it on the inside of her thigh, pressed against her shorts. She put her hand over mine and moved it down an inch or so. "Ok, I get it. We don't need a repeat of everything. How'd your hand end up on her breast?"

"It was an accident. I swear. My arm was around her back." Again, I moved my arm behind her, "and when she landed in my lap," I pulled Mom back in place, trying to ignore the feeling of her soft cheeks pressed against me, "my hand just naturally grabbed on so I could hold her."

I slid my hand around her, stopping just short of cupping her breast. I wasn't ready to lose that hand yet. Even so, I could feel the soft swell of her tit against my wrist.

"And then?"

"She pulled my hand off her boob for a second; I'd been clutching it pretty tightly. Then when we were seated normally again, she put it back, laughing that it was a 'boob day', and told me to be gentler."

"God. I knew it! She's such a fuckin' troublemaker."

"I could have stopped, but it was just too hot. I'm sorry Mom. But Aunt Marie's tits are pretty incredible."

"Bigger isn't always better, you know," she told me.

Oops. Sore subject.

"I know. I mean, well, like yours. Yours are better. Firmer, not all saggy and bouncy, like hers." Ok, I was skirting the truth a bit. Mom's were nice, but Aunt Marie's were amazing. My hand had been poised over her boob for a while now, and I carefully moved it closer, until I was barely cupping her.

"Hers don't really sag much at all," Mom admitted. "Not for ones that size. Only fake ones sit up much firmer than hers." She reached over and pushed my hand off her breast, sliding it down a little. But she didn't say anything. "What then?"

"All of the moving around in my lap, and my holding her boob was just a little too stimulating. I guess she could feel it, and she asked me if I needed to adjust myself down there."

"So you were getting hard?"

"C'mon Mom! Of course I was. It's purely physical. I mean, look, even now, when I'm nervous, and worried, I'm still getting hard. I can't help it." Of course the fact that my hand was almost in her crotch, and the other had crept back up and was touching the bottom of her breast didn't hurt.

Mom turned her head toward me, and I leaned forward a little so she wouldn't have to crane her neck so far. I lowered my face, blushing. I had just admitted that I was hard for Mom. "It's Ok Jeremy. Don't be nervous. You're not in trouble. I just need to know." I was surprised by her giggle. "I guess it's inevitable that she'd notice when you got hard. Pretty difficult to miss. Are you Ok?"

"I...I'm a little uncomfortable. Would you mind?"

"Go ahead," she said, lifting up off of me. "Show me what you did."

"Nothing that bad, really," I explained, while I straightened my cock. "It was kind of caught, and I just needed to straighten it out. She sat back against it, but it wasn't anything overt, you know. Trying to get comfortable, that's all."

Mom settled back down, and her ass nestled against my cock. "Jesus, Jeremy! I can see how this might be a problem." I think she realized what she was doing, and she pulled away a bit.

I put my hands on her hips. "The road was the biggest problem. We kept bouncing around so much, and I was trying to keep her from getting hurt." I bounced my Mom on my hips a little, drawing her back against me, shoving my cock deeper between her cheeks. "I couldn't help it. The bouncing just went on and on and on." Fuck. Aunt Marie might have tits to die for, but Mom's butt was ridiculous.

She reached back and patted my hand, "Easy, Tiger. That's enough now."

I held her close, my cock wedged deeply between her cheeks, but stopped the bouncing. I almost lost it when I felt her ass cheeks clench hard around my cock, squeezing. When she relaxed, I seemed to settle in even further and she did it again, her butt grabbing and holding me, while she wiggled her hips.

I was surprised as hell when she turned and chuckled. "Bet your aunt couldn't do that."

"Jesus, Mom. That was wild."

She blushed. "Sorry. I didn't mean to get carried away."

"What's up with you two anyway? She kept talking about Dad, and how lucky you were. She said you won that one. And she kept comparing me to him."

Mom sighed, and she turned in my lap, my cock sad to see her go. She leaned her back against the door again, so we could face each other more easily. "She's always been jealous of me. Even when we were just kids. Always trying to one-up me. I never even knew what set it off."

I pulled her a little closer, repositioning her. I reached inside my shorts and adjusted myself at the same time, so I wasn't stuck under her leg. I undid the tie, loosening the top. She snuggled in closer, resting her head on my shoulder.

"She got her tits early. As a freshman she had one of the biggest racks around, and all of a sudden every boy was interested. I didn't even start dating until I was a junior, and even then, my own were just starting to come in. But nothing like hers."

"But you've got great tits, Mom!"

She giggled. "That's not something you say to your Mother, Jeremy."

"It's true." I reached for her breast, overtly, reaching right across her body, and gave it a soft squeeze. Only for a second before I dropped my hand back into her lap.

She sighed. "Thank you. When I started dating, things got bad for a while. She would always flaunt her body around the guys, especially if I brought them home. Our family was pretty liberal about how we dressed around the house, and she took advantage of it. Twice she stole my boyfriends. That was pretty hard to take. We didn't hardly talk for most of my senior year."

It was hard for me to think of my aunt like that. "That doesn't seem like Aunt Marie."

"I guess there was a lot to it. I was the first-born, and got away with more growing up. Got a lot more attention. And it was obvious that I was Dad's favorite. When Aunt Jenny was born, Mom doted on her. I figure Marie felt kind of slighted by it all. But I wasn't thinking about that back then. I was hurt."

My arm was laying across her lap, and I was caressing Mom's outside leg while she talked. She seemed to like it and didn't give me any grief when I reached her hip, under the edge of her shirt. She just snuggled in closer, telling me about their relationship. I slid my hand around her, and caressed the edge of her ass.

"I met your father in college. He was a Junior, and I was just a Freshman. I didn't know what he saw in me, but he adored me. God, Jeremy, you should have seen him. So handsome, so smart, so confident. And he was mine." I could hear the wistfulness in her voice. "He was my first, you know? I was the only girl on my hall that was a virgin."

"Boys were stupid back then."

She laughed. "Oh a few tried, even with Marie trying to steal them all away. She slept with my first real hard crush. He was the first boy I went down on, and a few days later, he was with her. Do you have any idea what that was like? Even after he slept with her, he tried to get me to blow him again. What an asshole! I didn't think I'd ever be able to forgive her for that." She trembled. "I hardly ever think about those times anymore. I still get angry."

It was surreal. We'd never talked like this, and it seemed so weird, holding her in my lap, knowing she was hardly clothed, and that I'd had my hard cock pressed against her butt just a few minutes ago. For a few moments, she wasn't my Mom as much as a beautiful girl opening up to me. Really opening up. I stared at her mouth, unable to think of anything but her lips wrapped around some strange hard dick.

"Your father and I were getting serious. I was scared to death to take him home. But he was determined to meet the parents, and you know how he gets. We went home for spring break, and that little bitch did everything she could to steal him. She even climbed into the shower with him, naked."

It was hard for me to hear that. Aunt Marie? Dad?

"He chased her out of there, and told me everything. Can you imagine, throwing a naked girl out of your shower, with tits like hers? She and I had a knock-down drag-out that came to blows and he had to separate us. Even then she wouldn't give up, and right in front of me she tore off her shirt, pulling out her ace card again.

"Your Dad was incredible. He smiled for her. 'Nice tits,' he said, 'but to tell the truth, I'm an ass man. Have you seen your sister's ass? God almighty!'"

Mom giggled. "I'll never forget those words. Every last one of them. -Have you seen your sister's ass? God almighty!- Marie was shattered, and walked out of there, not even bothering to put her shirt back on."

She sighed, quiet for a moment, her hand caressing my chest. "That was the night. I slept with your Dad for the first time, sneaking into his room in the middle of the night. He was so gentle, so caring. He's big you know, kind of like someone else around here."

My heart almost stopped when her hand settled onto my cock, which had lost a little of its hardness. She rubbed me, and I could feel the blood rushing back in.

"I was scared. I didn't see how it could fit. I mean, I'd had nothing up there bigger than the handle of my hairbrush. No way that monster would fit. No way. He'd tear me open."

Her hand was lightly stroking me, softly but steadily. She seemed completely unaware. Her legs opened, and her shirt shifted back, exposing her shorts to me. They were some kind of ultra-soft fluffy material, very stretchy and loose on her. I could see they'd shifted a little, and I swore I could see the edge of her pussy. She was going commando again. Her opposite hand slowly crept between her legs while she talked. Her eyes were closed as if she was envisioning it all happening again.

"It wasn't how long it was. No, it was the thickness. I didn't think they were supposed to be like that. It was just too much." Her hand was wrapped around my cock, squeezing it gently. "I knew what I was getting into. We'd been doing a lot of other stuff, and I was blowing him pretty regularly. He loved that, and I really liked doing it. I mean a LOT. There's something about a big fat cock in your mouth, and knowing that the guy on the end of it is in absolute heaven. So I had a very good idea of how big it was. It barely fit in my mouth, and my jaw would usually ache afterwards. No way that thing would fit down there."

She chuckled. "I was wrong. It fit. Barely, and it took a lot of caring and caressing. I was afraid his poor tongue was going to fall off, he licked me for so long, getting me ready. He tried a couple of times, and it just wouldn't go. I was practically in tears. But he was patient, and would calm me down, go down on me a while, and then try again. When he finally slid inside of me, I thought he was tearing me open. God, it hurt so bad, Jeremy! But he kissed my tears away, and slowly eased his way in. He was so excited he only lasted a few seconds, but I could feel his big thick cock pulsing inside of me, and it was all worth it. I was a woman."

Mom's hand was massaging her pussy, and I could see how wet she was. Amazing.

Mom sat up, her eyes open again, and pulled her hands back into her lap, clenching them together. "You're father's a good man. The best I've ever known. He was so patient with me." She leaned back. "It took me a long time before I really enjoyed sex. The fucking part, at least. I loved making your father happy, and would go down on him in a second. Anytime he wanted. I still do, to this day. He returned the favor, and often. But the sex wasn't good for me. I couldn't enjoy it. God only knows why."

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She settled back down, burying her head in my shoulder. "I can't believe I'm telling you all this."

"Mom, you have no idea what this means to me. I feel closer to you than I ever have."

"Even closer than with your cock practically in my butt?" she chuckled.

"Mom!"

"Jesus, Jeremy, don't have a cow. I'll tell you a secret. When you were pressing your big fat cock between my cheeks, I liked it. A lot. Too much. That's why we had to stop."

She kissed me on the neck, a soft warm kiss that left me trembling. "You remember how your father said he was an ass man? He really is. He liked to play with my ass, and even lick me back there. It was so incredibly naughty. Over time he played with it more and more, slipping his fingers into me, especially when he went down on me. I wasn't stupid. I knew what he wanted, but I was even more afraid. I screwed my courage up on Valentine's Day, lubed my virgin butt-hole with half a tube of KY, and waited for him naked in our bed, a big bow wrapped across my ass cheeks. He took me up on the offer. And you know what? I liked it. No, I loved it. After that, I'd let him fuck me in the butt at least once a week. Sometimes a lot more. Does that shock you?"

Shocked was an understatement. "A little. But it's the hottest damned thing I ever heard."

She eased her hand down to my cock again, slipping inside my shorts, deliberately stroking it. "One night, he was insatiable. He came in my ass twice, but kept going. He fucked me raw, until I had to ask him to stop. He was still hard as a rock, and he turned me over and fucked my pussy. No preliminaries, he just stuck it in and fucked me senseless. I must have come a dozen times for him. After that, sex was no longer an issue. I was his, any hole, any time. The very next day he asked me to marry him."

"I never thought I'd be so jealous of Dad," I confessed.

Mom slid down in my lap, her rear nestled between my legs, her legs open. I don't even know when it happened, but my hand was between her legs, slowly massaging her crotch through her soaked shorts. One of my fingers was pressed against her flesh. Her hand had a solid grip on my cock and she was stroking me good. It was too much to believe.

"Your aunt, of course couldn't leave well enough alone. She'd dropped out of college and was living with Dan, Colin's father. When we announced our engagement and our plan to get married after your father graduated and got a job, she made Dan propose to her, and planned their wedding right away. She had to be first, you know. I couldn't believe how petty she was. When we came down for the wedding, things were pretty ugly. She didn't even want me to be a bridesmaid, but Mom made her. Four months later your father and I got married, and things still weren't good between me and Marie, but they weren't as bad. At least we could talk some."

I tried to slide my hand into her shorts, but I found out I'd reached her limit. She stopped me, but put my hand back on her pussy. "Behave," she told me softly, and I went back to fondling her. I know she liked it. There was a wet spot the size of half-dollar there, and it was just getting bigger. I could even press up inside of her.

"When I got pregnant with you, right after our honeymoon, that's when we finally patched things up. She was so happy for me. God, I loved her for that. Then we had a long talk and she broke down. They were having trouble getting pregnant. She'd been trying since they first got married. There was a lot of crying and apologies that night, and we worked things out. Six months later she was pregnant, and I had graduated. Everything was so much better. There's always remained a little competitiveness, but nothing too bad. Until now."

"Now? How?"

"She's trying to take you from me."

That was like a slap in the face. "That's crazy talk, Mom."

She didn't like that. "Don't tell me what's crazy! I know her. You don't. To you she's the fun, playful aunt who adores you and would let you get away with anything. I'm the old fuddy-duddy."

I laughed. "Fuddy-duddy? Who says that? And I don't think you're a fuddy-duddy. I mean, look at you!" I ran my hand over her body for emphasis, up to her breast, and then back down between her legs.

She blushed. "Well maybe not right now, but you know what I mean. She's making her play for you, and throwing it in my face." She turned in my lap and practically faced me. "You know what she said to me? Do you? She said you had the sweetest cum she'd ever tasted. Can you believe that? She doesn't even suck cock. She NEVER swallows. And she told me you had the sweetest cum. I could fucking strangle her."

I felt like pond scum. "What else did she say?"

She sat upright, pushing my hands away. "Never mind what else she said. You need to finish telling me everything. Where were we?" She turned and sat on my lap again, facing forward, pressing her butt up against my hardness. "What happened after this?"

"You'll have to raise up a second," I told her. She obliged, leaning forward and lifting her ass way up.

I pulled the leg of my shorts back to my crotch, and pulled my cock forward, so it was almost completely exposed. I inched my hips forward, and drew my Mom back into my lap. I heard her gasp, when she felt the hardness of my cock press up between her legs.

"Oh, Jeremy, you didn't!"

"I didn't, not really. I just got it straightened out. Aunt Marie pulled it out of my shorts and up between her legs, rubbing it, pressing it against her panties."

"Fuck! I knew it! That bitch!"

"Yeah, and then she told me to get comfortable, and not to get too carried away. She leaned back against me," I tugged my mom backward, until she was resting against my chest. "When I asked her what she meant by carried away, I was kind of worried that we'd already stepped over the line. I had my hands on both of her tits already," I cupped mom's breasts gently, "and she was rubbing my thing like there was no tomorrow.

Mom seemed resigned to letting me show, and not tell. Her breath was becoming a little more labored. She didn't call me on touching her breasts, even when my fingers found her hard nipples. "How was she rubbing you," Mom asked breathily.

I took her hand and brought it down between her legs. I pushed her fingers against my hardness, pulling back until she was pressing it against her panties firmly. "Kind of like that, but occasionally wrapping her fingers around it and stroking it."

"And that wasn't getting carried away?" she asked. Her hand lingered on my cock, moving slowly over it, while my hand slid inside her shirt, moving back to claim her breast.

"No. She said I couldn't fu... couldn't have sex with her. Not in the Jeep with everyone around."

"Not in the Jeep. Such a fucking slut," Mom groaned.

"No, but she said everything else was Ok." I moved my other hand inside my Mom's shirt, and toyed with her breasts. Aunt Marie's breasts are huge and amazing to look at, but I was coming to realize that Mom's breasts were just as fun to play with, and if possible more sensitive.

"She let me play with her body, especially her boobs. It was super-exciting for me, you know." I kissed my Mom on the neck. "But yours are better."

"Really?" she sighed.

"Really. I love your tits, Mom." She was quiet while I fondled them, pinching her nipples between my fingers, loving the full feel of them.

"What else?" she said softly.

"I guess the next part was my fault. I wanted to feel her skin against mine, so I pulled her shirt off."

"Jeremy, you're so bad, always pushing things," she sighed. "Just like your father."

I pulled her shirt up, and she resisted a moment. "No, baby."

"Just for a bit Mom, so you'll understand what happened next." I kept tugging at her, and she relented, letting me take her shirt off. Watching her raise her arms over her head, allowing me to pull her tee over her head, had my heart beating like a hummingbird's.

I looked down at her tits, holding and squeezing them. "Jesus, Mom, your tits are fantastic."

"Shhh. Try to behave, Ok? Remember I'm your mother. This is just for the story. What happened next?"

"She had told me I could do anything, right?" I freed one hand, sliding it down Mom's belly. "And playing with her big tits was cool and all, but," I eased my hand into Mom's shorts, "I wanted to make her feel as good as I was."

I slid my finger into her, and she moaned softly. "Jeremy, do you have to do that?"

I ignored her question. "She has some hair down there. She's not smooth like you, Mom. That's really sexy." I slid a second finger into her, "Open your legs wider, Mom."

She whimpered softly, spreading herself open for me. "Somewhere in there, we kissed for the first time," I explained, and I let go of Mom's breast so I could pull her face to mine. I kissed her, pushing her lips open with my tongue, pressing against her teeth until she accepted me. My head felt like it was going to explode. I fingered her harder, feeling her respond, so much like her sister. I pulled my lips away. "I made her come for me. I made her come really hard." I kissed her again, more possessively. I had two fingers deep inside of her, and her whole body was rocking against the fierce fingering I was giving her. I squeezed her pussy, while tugging on her nipple. She finally stopped all resistance, and let me play with her pussy to my heart's content. Our lips never separated, and she kissed me back with more passion than I ever could have dreamed of. I was hard on her pussy, pounding into it, squeezing it. I alternated between rubbing her clit and fingering her. She bit my lip then pulled away, throwing her head back, and moaning. Thank God for Pink Floyd. Nobody was the wiser.

After she'd come for me, I caressed her pussy, sliding a single finger inside, stroking her gently, rubbing her clit softly.

Mom lifted her head, and looked at me. "You're pretty good at that, you know?"

"Did you and Colin do anything like that?" I asked.

She shook her head. "Not even close. He spent the whole time playing with my tits, outside my shirt, and then for a while inside. Toward the end he kept trying to rub between my legs, and I finally let him, but that's as far as it went." She was whispering and I could barely hear her. She sounded nervous. "He was hard for me from the moment I first sat in his lap. Do you know how aggravating it is to have somebody tease you for an hour? I was ready to scream by the time we pulled over."

"Why did you let him?" I asked.

She sighed. "I guess it was payback. I knew, I just knew she was going to let you take liberties. Hell, she had your face between her tits in broad daylight. I had no idea how far she'd go. And that poor boy is so smitten with me. I know it drives her crazy how he his around me. She even caught him beating off to a naked picture of me. Now I close my blinds whenever he's around. I wasn't really thinking through things. But if you were going to play with her tits, I was going to let him play with mine."

I pulled my hand out of her panties, and rubbed her softly on the outside of them. "Do you want to know the rest?"

She nodded.

I grabbed the sides of her shorts, and pushed them down her legs. She lifted her hips up and they slid over her bottom easily. She took over from me and pushed them over her knees letting them fall to the ground.

Fuck. Mom was naked. This was even better than with Aunt Marie.

"I don't know if you could do what she did next. Aunt Marie is awfully flexible."

"How? What did she do?" She sounded irritated.

"She turned around and straddled me."

Mom looked hurt. "Like I couldn't do that? Please! Have some faith in your mother."

It was actually easier since we had more room to work with, and it only took her a few seconds to get spun around. I positioned her legs properly, and before she sat down on me, I pushed my shorts down around my ankles.

Mom had paused midway, and spoke to Dad. "How are you holding up, Harold?" She practically had to yell.

Jesus! Mom was completely naked, straddling me, and decided that was the time to hold a conversation with Dad.

He turned the music down. "Not bad, I'm not nodding off or anything. Another half-hour or so. If we don't hit any more traffic."

"If you get too tired, let me know. We can trade off."

I had my hands around her, feeling up her full ass. Damn she was fine!

Dad laughed. "Right. Like I'm gonna sit on Jeremy's lap."

"Or he could sit on yours," Mom teased, before allowing me to pull her down into my lap.

"Not on your life."

"You know, Jeremy could drive, and I could sit on your lap," she teased.

"Damn it, woman, don't tempt me!" I heard him laugh. "God, that is tempting though."

He seemed to be seriously pondering it. "No, I couldn't trust myself. You guys doing alright?" he asked.

"Wonderfully. We're having the best chat. I told him all about us, the early years."

"I hope you didn't tell him ALL about us," he laughed.

"Not all. But I think he's going to be looking at you differently from now on."

"Jesus. I knew this was a bad idea. Don't believe everything she says, son."

I laughed. "I believe every word that comes out of her mouth. And all I've got to say is, 'You da man, Pop!'"

"Very funny. So y'all are Ok for another 30 minutes?"

"As long as it takes, Dear," Mom answered sliding her hips forward and pressing against my stiff shaft.

I moved my mouth to her breast, wondering if she'd stop me. Au-contraire, she pushed her chest into me, stroking my hair.

"That's good. Everything's cool now?"

"Much better, thanks." From the tone of her voice, you'd never have guessed I had her hard little nipple between my teeth, tugging on it.

"Good. Let me know if you guys need a break." With that he turned the music up.

Mom let me work on her titty a little longer, before pulling away.

"That was very naughty, young man. Sucking Momma's titty while she's talking to your father." Her words were teasing.

"Irresistible, Mom. Couldn't be helped. Perfect tits like yours were made to be sucked."

"Your aunt was positioned like this?"

"Yeah. She was in my lap rubbing herself against me down there, grinding hard. She was driving me crazy, while she let me play with her boobs some more." I went in for a couple of nice suckles, while Mom proved she could grind with the best of them.

"You know, I'm going to have to kill her, right. Corrupting my little boy."

"I was getting too excited, and I told her I had to come," I confessed.

"And that was her opening. You didn't... you didn't fuck her, did you?" She was barely able to make herself say the word fuck. It came out as a whisper.

"No. She said we shouldn't. I knew she'd let me, but I didn't think my first time should be like that, with her."

"Your first time? You're teasing me right?" Mom asked, slowing her grinding to a near halt.

"No. I've done lots of other stuff. It's not like I'm a kid. I've had plenty of blow-jobs, but I've never gone all the way."

She laughed. "Like Mother, like son. Sometime we'll have to hear about those blow-jobs. Penny, I assume?"

"Penny, and a few more."

"My big boy, the stud. You should tell your old man. He'd be proud. So then what happened?"

I had my hands on Mom's incredible ass by this time, and I was pushing my cock against her, feeling her moistness lather up my shaft.

"She blew me."

Mom leaned back and looked at me. "God DAMN her! I was still hoping it was a lie. How?"

"She got on her knees on the floor boards, and she sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. She did all that while we were talking about our hunting trip."

"And she let you come in her mouth?"

"Yeah, and swallowed every drop."

"Now I've heard everything. See what I mean? She'd do anything to win you over." Then she turned serious again. "I'm not going to do that. Not here. Not like this."

Not here. I liked the way that sounded. "I don't want you to."

She glared at me. "You don't think I'm as good as her?"

I pulled my Mom down and kissed her. "Mom, I have no doubt you'd put her to shame. Someday I'd love to have you suck me. Truth is, right now I wouldn't last five seconds in your sexy mouth."

"You bet your ass you wouldn't. These lips are magical. Ask your father some time." She kissed me hard, putting her tongue to good use. When she had me gasping, she pulled away. "What do you want, then?"

I held her ass cheeks in my hands, and pressed my cock against her. "You know what I need Mom."

She stared into my eyes. "I think we better take a break here, buster." She took her shirt and put it back on, covering up her wonderful tits. She was killing me.

She pulled my hands away from her ass, and slid away from me, so she wasn't pressed against my shaft. I wanted to beg her to stop, to reconsider, but understood that I'd gone too far. Asked for too much.

It only took her a few more seconds to get turned around again. She reached between her legs, and casually moved my cock to the side, so she could sit in my lap, without impaling herself. Then she leaned back against me, her cheek brushing mine.

"I'm sorry Mom. Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad, baby. A little disappointed."

"I didn't mess things up too badly did I? Please tell me I didn't."

"Jeremy, I'm your mother. We went way too far. You need to settle down. Jesus, your father is only a few feet away." She didn't seem angry just concerned.

"How can I settle down? You're sitting in my lap, telling me stories about your first time, about blowing Dad, and giving up your ass to him. Never mind making me relive all the crazy things I did with Aunt Marie. I'm going crazy here, Mom!"

"Shhh," she whispered, taking my arms and wrapping them around her waist, making me hug her. "I know. I was bad too. I'm sorry. But I had to stop you. Ten more seconds and you and I both know what would have happened."

I held her tight with one arm, and slid my other hand back between her legs. She might have put her shirt back on, but her shorts were still under the front seat somewhere. I gently stroked her pussy, cupping it, teasing it open.

She pushed my hand away. "Stop! Stop it now, or I'll tell your father."

I didn't know if she was serious or not. I drew my hand back, and nuzzled her neck. My hand came up and caressed her tit through her shirt. She whimpered for me, arching her back, pressing against me.

"You're just so beautiful, Mom. So damn sexy," I whispered to her.

"Jesus. This is all that damn Marie's fault. This should have been just a simple little drive, maybe a little playing around. A little tit, but that's all," she said.

I was more cautious this time, reaching between her legs, and caressing her inner thigh. I petted her thigh slowly, reaching higher and higher. My cock was swinging free, and I carefully guided it upright, where it could move around freely. I teased her terribly, pushing my cock so it would swing forward and slap against her pussy lightly. All the while I was nibbling her neck, her ears, gently playing with her tits, telling her how incredibly hot she was and how crazy she made me.

"Jeremy," she moaned softly, "we have to have limits." She was burning up. Her hips were grounding down against my lap, and as I teased her thighs, my fingers touching everywhere down there but where it counts. She was squirming for more. Her body was begging for my touch.

I moved the head of my cock between the lips of her pussy, and pushed. I felt her open up marginally, then she was shifting her hips, stopping me. I had her positioned perfectly in my lap, her legs open wide, her opening just the right distance from the end of my cock. The top of my cock lay across her molten slit, the head brushing her clit. When I drew back, I could feel the moistness against my skin.

Mom moaned softly, then turned her head and looked into my eyes. "This is a dangerous game you're playing."

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I took my hands away from her breasts long enough to pull her forearms across her toned belly. I gripped them tightly with one hand, pulling her back against my chest. She struggled against my hands half-heartedly. "Don't, Jeremy. Please don't."

I raised my other hand back to her breast, and tweaked her nipple, making her gasp. I pressed my lips against hers softly. "Close your eyes, Mom. Feel me."

I was rolling my hips slightly, rubbing the head of my cock up her slit until it pressed against her clit. By rapidly tensing and releasing my PC muscle, I could make it slap lightly against her. Her breath was coming faster.

Her tongue slid out of her mouth, her eyes still closed, seeking out mine. I moved closer, letting her lick my lips. I could feel her hips moving sexily.

I kept poking at her, moving my hips, squeezing my PC, jabbing toward her, forcing the head of my cock against her. I couldn't tell if her movements were meant to stop me or help me. I felt myself enter her for a bit, then pop free. She moaned softly. Her body was completely immobilized, captured in my arms.

My lips slipped over hers again, kissing her deeply.

Her lips went slack, her eyes tightly closed. I could feel her tilting her hips down, raising her sweet ass up, offering me a perfect target. I moved slowly, drawing my cock down her wet slit. I felt the wetness of her lips spreading open for me. Pulling down as low as possible, I hesitated, feeling her push her hips forward. I thrust up hard, and she gasped loudly as the head of my aching cock pierced her, pushing past her resistant opening, settling inside of her.

I waited for some response, but she stayed quiet, shivering in my arms. I pushed further, moving inside of her, half my length entering her.

She groaned, her eyes fluttering open. Our mouths were pressed together, maintaining soft contact, our breath shared.

"Stop. We have to stop, baby. We can't be doing this."

I released my tight grip on her, to see how she'd respond. She could have pulled off of me, but she stayed still, her eyes looking into mine.

"Relax, Mom. Let's slow down and relax a moment." I slid my hands inside her shirt, rubbing her soft skin, lowering my lips to her neck, kissing her velvety skin.

She sighed, her entire body untensing. As her legs relaxed she settled into my lap, my hard cock slipping in even further.

I groaned, pushing against her, feeling the incredible warmth of her surrounding my shaft. "God, Mom. I had no idea it would feel so incredible! I love you so much, Mom."

I held her in my arms, listening to her sexy little noises, I rolled my hips sliding in and out of her, while she stayed completely relaxed, letting me have my way with her. She seemed so small in my lap, and so warm.

Mom shivered again, turning to face me. I moved my lips to her, kissing her softly. "Is this what you wanted, Jeremy? You couldn't wait for us to be alone? You had to take me here? Like this?"

"Mom, I'll never regret doing anything I could to be inside of you. It's the most wonderful thing I've ever felt."

"Better than my slutty sister's filthy mouth?" she asked teasingly.

I breathed a sigh of relief. She couldn't be too mad to be teasing me. "No comparison. None. This is so amazing. I love being inside you."

She leaned back, facing forward, pushing her hips down, letting me sink in deep. She reached her arms over her head stretching. Mom sighed deeply, clinging to the overhead crossbar. I reached higher inside her shirt, taking her tits in my hands, massaging them, while my cock filled her repeatedly.

She pushed down onto my cock, grinding against me. She lifted her legs, all her weight settled down onto my cock, drawing me in deep. She brought her legs between mine, one at a time, pulling them together. Incredibly I settled into her even deeper, my entire length completely filling her tight pussy. She let go of the overhead bar, and leaned forward, resting her arms on the dashboard.

I watched in amazement as she raised her hips drawing nearly all the way off, then pushing down, taking it all. I opened my legs as wide as possible, giving her room to work. She was beautiful, that incredible butt moving up and down, taking me over and over. Fuck, my Mom was hot.

I moved my hands to those sexy ass cheeks, holding them, lifting and pushing up into her. It was too incredible to even think about. God, it felt good.

She moaned loudly. "Damn, so much like your father. So fucking good!"

Dad turned down the music a bit. "What was that?"

"Nothing Dear, Just telling tales on you."

"All lies, son. Don't believe a word of it." I probed Mom's depths, feeling my body shivering. I was fucking Mom, my beautiful hot mom, with Dad just a few feet away talking to us.

"You know I was right. Penny was blowing him. A lot." She wriggled her butt for me.

"What kind of conversation are you two having?"

"The best ever. You and Jeremy have a lot in common."

"I knew this was trouble," he growled. "Everyone OK in back?"

I heard Colin's voice. "Mom's asleep. I'm fine."

"Alright, we're almost on 635. Maybe 15 or 20 minutes to go. That going to be a problem?"

Colin said he'd be fine.

"Think you can last another 15 minutes, Jeremy?" Mom asked, rolling her hips around my cock.

"I'll try."

Dad laughed. "You can do it. You lasted this long."

"Ok, Dad. Just don't be surprised if I can't walk tomorrow."

"Such a tough job, holding a pretty girl in your lap," he teased.

"She's not some pretty girl. It's Mom," I whined, emphasizing my words with a couple of long, deep strokes.

"You just remember that. You keep riding herd on him, Alice."

"Count on it. I'll ride him all the way home."

I almost lost it. That was just too damned teasing. I couldn't believe her! Dad had to know something was going on with a comment like that. Ride me?

"Fifteen more minutes." He cranked up his music again, and I screwed my mom to the tune of Van Halen's eruption.

Mom smiled at me, and we both started giggling. "You're so bad! Ride me all the way home?"

She tried to look innocent. Kind of hard to do, half-naked with my cock buried inside her. "You don't think I should? Besides, look who's talking. 'Last 15 minutes?' 'I'll try'?"

I pulled her back to me, sliding my hands inside her shirt, hugging her tightly, and screwed her. "I'm not going to last much longer," I confessed.

"That's alright baby. Finish inside Mommy. Fill your naughty Mommy's pussy. I need your cum, sweet baby-boy."

Too much. Pulling out the 'Mommy' card was totally unfair. I was right. I didn't last another minute before exploding inside of her. I came bullets, coming so hard I thought my insides would start pumping out any second. Mom started to shift in my lap, and I pulled her back hard. "Don't."

"We're going to make a mess, sweetie."

"I'm not done yet. We've got at least 10 more minutes," I told her.

Mom looked around and I watched her reach for the suitcase beside us. She eased the zipper open, and slipped her hand inside. A few seconds later she fished out a t-shirt, and slid it under us. She opened her legs, bringing them back around mine, opening herself to me. "That'll help. You sure you don't want to stop?"

I was sliding in and out of her, just a little. I concentrated on the feeling, willing myself to stay hard, thinking about what I was doing. I was inside my Mom. I was balls deep in her tight pussy. Hot, wet, Mommy pussy. Full of my cum. I reached for her tits, and squeezed them. My Mom's tits. Her wonderful full tits. I pinched her nipples, feeling their hardness, tugging on them. My Mom's hard nipples. Hard for me.

And, thank you God, I was hard for her. Again.

I slowly fucked her, and teased her tits mercilessly. I had both hands back inside her shirt, and nibbled on her neck. "God, Mom. This is incredible. I can't believe how good it feels to be inside you," I whispered.

"Don't stop. Just like that. You're going to make Mommy cum again. I'm going to cum all over your big fat hard cock. Make Mommy cum for you, baby."

I twisted her nipples, making her gasp. My cock was a steel rod, piercing her endlessly. In and out. Driving as deeply as possible. Feeling the cool air on my wet shaft each time I pulled out. I moved my lips to her ear, and nibbled her lobe, taking it between my teeth. She was trembling and I heard her whimper when I thrust into her harder.

I thought about what it would be like to have her on a bed, free to move around. Pounding my cock into her from on top, or from behind. Maybe even in her behind. Especially into her nasty hot behind.

I could smell our sex, and only hoped the open roof was doing its job.

"God Mom, I could fuck you forever," I whispered. I grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, so I could get more action. She was so slender, so small, she felt like a toy in my hands. A hot sexy toy I could play with to my heart's content.

That did the job. The extra inch or two was exactly what I needed. Up and down I forced her onto my cock, slamming into her as best I could. I could feel her thighs trembling. Faster and faster I went, hammering her, straining at the effort, but willing to die, just to fuck her faster, harder, better.

She pulled her hand up and I watched her press her forearm to her mouth, just in time to smother her cry as she came for me. My Mom was coming on my cock. It made me want to fuck her even harder.

She lifted her feet up and put them on the dashboard, looking too damn slutty for words. She lifted her ass up, giving me room to work. It was perfect, allowing me to use my full length on her. I looked out the window and saw we'd turned off the highway, we were on the home stretch, just a few miles to go. I hated for it to end.

I reached between her legs, and felt where I was sliding inside of her. Inside my incredible Mom. It was all too perfect to believe. "I'm fucking my Mom," I said softly, giving words to my thoughts.

"Yes you are, you naughty little pervert," she teased.

I felt us slowing down, and looked out the window. We were pulling into CVS, just a couple of miles from our house. Mom pulled her legs down quickly, straightening her shirt. My cock was still lodged inside of her, so close to coming it was maddening.

"Why are we stopping, honey?" she asked, while she reached down under the seat, searching for her shorts.

"I thought we should get a few items, since our frig is practically bare." He explained, turning off the engine, the sudden quiet unnerving.

Damn. We were so busted.

"Harold. I look horrible! And I'm not dressed for shopping."

I heard his door open. Mom and I struggled to adjust ourselves to look at least partially reasonable. We both adjusted our shirts, and I watched Dad walk around the front of the car, coming over to our window. I pulled my shirt down as far as possible, trying to hide the fact that I wasn't wearing my shorts. Hopefully the dark would cover for us. Jesus, I was still ridiculously hard, and deep inside Mom. Not good. I rolled the window down.

He leaned on the windowsill. "Milk, bread, juice. Anything else you can think of?"

Mom smiled. "Eggs and bacon, for breakfast. I'll go shopping tomorrow."

Dad nodded. "Ok. I'll be right back. Later, you're going to have to tell me what you've been up to."

I felt myself sweating. How much did he know?

He winked at me. "Penny, huh? So you tell your Mom all your secrets, but not your hunting buddy?"

I laughed, my nervousness immeasurable. I almost gasped when I felt Mom's tight pussy clutch at my cock. "She started it, Dad." I leaned closer to him, keeping my voice down. "Have you seen your sister's Ass? God Almighty!"

His eyes almost popped out of his head. I watched him turn bright red. "Jesus, Alice! What have you guys been talking about?"

She laughed. "Lots. It's Marie's fault. I had to explain some stuff to Jeremy, before things got carried away. We'll talk about it later. I promise."

I had my revenge on her, pulsing my cock inside of her, while she tried to explain herself.

"You bet your ass we'll talk about this later," he grumbled.

I hugged Mom tightly, pushing into her, right under Dad's nose. "Dad, it was great. We really had a nice talk. You have no idea how great it was to have her open up to me." I looked over at her. "I've never felt closer to her than I do now."

I pumped my cock, and felt the responding squeeze from my Mom.

Dad straightened up, reaching in and tousling my hair. "Don't believe everything your Mom says," he laughed. "She tends to romanticize things. But I'm glad you too got along so well. I was a little worried, to be honest. Things could have been awkward, you know?"

"Hurry back, Dear," Mom said. "I think poor Jeremy's lap is about worn out."

"I'll be back in a sec." He walked off, straightening his shirt and sweats.

Mom looked over at me, and put her finger to her lips, hushing me. She leaned to my ear. "Quiet."

"You Ok back there?" She asked loudly.

Colin answered. "We're good, Aunt Alice. Mom's still napping. Thanks."

I was lifting her up, pushing into her. In the parking lot at CVS. Jesus, I was out of control.

"Hurry now," she whispered to me. She leaned forward, raising her hips for me.

I pounded into her, my cock hardening. Our little conversation break had taken the edge off my need, but sliding my cock into Mom was working its wonders. I fucked her fast, a little worried about the squeaking of the seat, but figuring Colin was probably too distracted on his own to worry about it. If Aunt Marie was sleeping, half naked in his lap, I had no doubt he was taking advantage of it.

Mom was helping me, moving her ass in counterpoint, slamming down onto my upward thrusts. I was getting closer. I was torn. I wanted to come before Dad came back out, but I never wanted to stop fucking Mom's incredible pussy. In and out, I stroked her, relishing every moment of our skin-on-skin dance.

"Damn it," I groaned, pulling her back abruptly into my lap, driving deeply into her, as my father returned from the store. Mom straightened out the bottom of her shirt just in time. For a moment, just before he arrived, I had a glimpse of her smooth pussy, with my cock lodged in it.

He passed two bags in through the window. Mom took them and placed them at her feet. "It'll only be for a few more minutes," he explained. "I know it's already crowded in there."

"It's fine Dad. We're good."

"Alright. Final stretch." He turned and got back in the car. The tunes started up and we backed out of the parking spot. Before we were back on the road, Mom had her feet up on the dashboard. "Finish," she told me, "fast."

I held her sweet ass in my hands, and pounded her, while Heart's Magic Man blasted away. Her head was beside mine, and she was being bad.

"That's it baby, fuck your Mommy. You were so bad, teasing your Mommy while your father watched. I almost pulled my shirt up so he could see what his perfect little boy was doing to his helpless wife."

I moaned, fucking her harder.

"God, you feel good in me, sweetie. So hard. So big. Do you like it? Do you love Mommy's hot pussy? Are you going to give me a nice little present? Fill Mommy's pussy with your hot baby batter? Don't make me beg for it, baby. I'm already growing addicted to your monster cock."

"Mom, you're so fucking hot," I gasped.

She whimpered, while I fucked her as hard and fast as possible, not caring how much we moved or how much noise we made.

"Incredible," she moaned. "I love your cock, Jeremy. You're killing me. You're driving Mommy insane. You fill me so deep. Your fat cock stretches me so very nice. Mommy's close, baby. Really close," she gasped the last words. "Make Mommy come, baby."

"Mommy," I groaned, and slammed into her, unloading inside her again, pumping until I was dry. She was trembling, and I realized she had come with me. Gasping, I leaned back, still unable to fully believe what we had done.

I almost blacked out, seeing spots before my eyes. After a few moments I felt Mom rubbing us with the spare t-shirt before she searched for her shorts again. She reached down to the floor boards, and when I saw that 'bodacious' ass, I trembled at the thought that I'd be fucking her again, first chance I had.

I had her ass cheeks in my hand, squeezing her, and even rubbed my finger over her back door. Her stories had me thinking very, very naughty thoughts about that opening.

I felt her pull my shorts up my leg, then maneuver the other one in place. She struggled to get them up over my knees, then onto my thighs. I was being bad, and managed to somehow slip most of my finger up her tight butt, making it that much more difficult for her to work my shorts up my legs. When they reached the top of my thighs, regretfully I pulled out of her butt, giving her ass one last pat, and I pulled them up the rest of the way.

"God. You are your father's son. You like Mommy's bottom?" She was pulling her own shorts up, raising her hips and hiding that incredible ass. I wanted to cry.

"I love it," I admitted.

"Maybe you'll get a chance to show me how much." She turned to the suitcase, and opened it stealthily, pushing the shirt full of evidence inside. She turned and smiled for me. "Good thing I do the laundry."

That got a giggle out of me.

She leaned back against me. "That was pretty incredible."

"Are you kidding? Beyond incredible."

She turned and planted a kiss on my lips. "We're not going to do this in our home. You understand?"

"Mom..."

"I mean it. Don't even try."

I felt suitably chastened. "Yes ma'am."

The smile returned to her face as we pulled onto our street. "Doesn't mean that you and I can't have a few outings of our own. Ok? Just keep it cool."

I hugged her so tight, I thought I heard vertebrae cracking. "Love you, Mom. Trust me, Aunt Marie could never take me from you."

"If you fuck her, you'll never have me again," she said softly. "You'll never have my mouth or my tight little rear. Never fill this pussy again."

I was a little worried. "Did you do this to spite her?"

She squirmed out of my grip and turned sideways. "I didn't plan this. I swear. But you're too much like your father was. You drive me crazy. I felt like a teenager again." She squirmed in my lap. "You came a lot, didn't you? I'm going to have to jump in the shower quick, or your father's going to know something's going on. My poor pussy's absolutely full of little Jeremies."

We turned into the alley behind our house.

"I'm glad you were my first," I told her.

She kissed me softly as we pulled into the driveway. "You're only my second. Just you and your father. Ever. Forever."

"I can live with that," I said, getting one last good feel of her breast.

She smiled. As Dad turned off the car, she whispered. "You think Colin behaved back there?"

"No way. Aunt Marie's going to have the sorest boobs in town."

"What was that?" Dad asked, as the car got quiet before I could finish my sentence.

"Sorest butt in town. We're not doing that again. Not without a pillow or something," Mom answered.

"No kidding. I think my legs are both asleep. I'll be lucky to be able to walk," I said.

"Jesus, Jeremy. She only weighs a few pounds. Man up."

"I'm just kidding Dad. It was cool. Fun even."

"I hope it wasn't too much fun," he growled climbing out of the car.

Mom had the door open, and was crawling out of the car. I watched her wipe the insides of her thighs with her hands, then she turned to me and licked them.

Christ. What a tease! If I got hard now, Dad would kill me.

She turned back and reached between my legs, coming up with the shopping bags. She whispered to me, "Your cum IS sweet. Sister slut was right."

"What are we waiting for?" Dad announced, stretching. "Let's get this thing unloaded." He opened the back door. "Wake your mother up, Colin. We're not going to leave her outside all night."

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I climbed out of the Jeep, stretching my legs and making sure I was decent. Didn't look too bad. Dad was already carrying two suitcases inside, and I grabbed one of the coolers.

"Leave that in the garage, Jeremy," Mom said, "and I'll take care of the meat later."

Would she ever say anything again without my hearing naughty undertones?

I was walking past the car when I heard Aunt Marie. "Damn it, Colin!" she hissed. "Where are my panties?"

I chuckled and watched Mom hurry over to help her sister out, before Dad returned and the shit hit the fan. Now that she'd won the competition, I guess everything was Ok again. Mom leaned in and I saw my juices were still running down the inside of her thigh.

Best fucking day ever.Two Moms, Two Laps: Home Rules - Incest/Taboo

The mom's set the rules Dad gets involved.

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You can temporarily switch back to a Classic Literotica experience during our ongoing public Beta testing. Please consider leaving feedback on issues you experience or suggest improvements.The mom's set the rules and Dad gets involved.I woke in the night, to find Aunt Marie sliding into my bed. I felt her cuddle up to me, her hand wandering mischievously.

"That was mean of you, Jeremy, to let me fall asleep in the horny clutches of my son. Your Momma had him so worked up, he had to take it out on me," she pouted.

I drew her in close, hoping she wouldn't try to do anything. I wanted her, don't get me wrong, but not enough to endure the wrath of Mom. "I'm sorry. Dad found out that Mom wasn't safe with him. He made us change seats."

I was awash with a mix of emotions. Hot Aunt Marie was touching me, and I wanted to kiss her, push her back on the bed and fuck her senseless. At the same time I was nervous, afraid I'd be unable to resist her touch, and ruin everything I had going with Mom. I settled for a soft little kiss.

I was regretting sleeping naked. Aunt Marie's hand had settled on my cock, stroking me.

She sounded irritated. "He was so nice and well behaved, holding me, cuddling me nicely. I just relaxed and drifted off. I couldn't believe I woke up damn near naked, my shirt pulled up to my chin, and my panties missing. I would never have believed it of him!"

"C'mon Aunt Marie. How could any red-blooded man resist you, even your son? Someone as hot and beautiful as you, asleep in his lap, half-naked?"

"But he's my boy, Jeremy! You wouldn't do that to your mother, would you?"

That, and a whole lot more. "If she had tits half as nice as yours, I'm not sure I could resist." I reached over and gave her breast a squeeze.

She gave me a warm kiss. "I know I promised I'd make it up to you, but we can't make love here. It's too dangerous. Your Momma would kill me if she found out. I mean, literally, kill me."

I tried to find an out. "I love you Aunt Marie. So much it hurts. I'm worried that if we do much more, it could mess things up between us."

She kissed me again, silencing me. Aunt Marie was a great kisser. Even better than Mom, I hated to admit. I figure she'd had a lot more practice.

I was hard in her hand. "Let's take it slow then. We don't have to do everything first time out the door. We'll have some fun and see where it goes. Remember, your old Auntie loves you, and I'd love to be your teacher."

She pulled away from me, sitting up on the side of the bed, her hand still under the covers, jerking me off. "Do you want me to finish you off?" she asked teasingly.

She was wearing an oversized t-shirt and the bottom was pulled up high enough for me to see her panties. Damn, I'd love to get inside of them. I reached my hand inside her shirt and cupped her tit. Fucking incredible.

The light came on in the room and both of our hands made quick retreats. Probably not quick enough. I turned my head to see Mom standing in my doorway. She appeared disheveled and worn out from the day's activities. "What's going on, Marie?" she asked, in a scary tone.

"Saying goodnight to our sweetie," Aunt Marie answered innocently, leaning down and giving me a quick kiss.

"Can I speak to you a minute?" Mom said.

Aunt Marie stood, and straightened out her shirt. "It's kind of late, Alice. I was just going to bed. My head's still spinning a little. I think we overdid the drinkin' a bit."

"It'll only take a moment," Mom answered, walking in and taking her sister by the arm. As they walked out, whispering in hushed tones, I heard my Mom. "Don't even think about it," she hissed.

"Why don't you ask him..." was the last I heard from my Aunt on the matter, before they closed my door.

What I wouldn't give to have been a fly on the wall for that conversation.When I woke, I lay in my bed for a long time reviewing the previous day. It was almost too good to be believed. I'd been able to play with my gorgeous Aunt's incredible body before she gave me an amazing blow-job. Then I'd had my Mom, playing with her, teasing her, feeling her tits, kissing her, before she fucked my brains out in the front seat of our car, with Dad only a few feet away. Twice. She was so hot. I had fantasized about her a bit, of course, but never really thought of having sex. I'd dreamed of seeing her naked, and maybe even having her walk in on me while I was jerking off, and helping me finish. But as far as Mom went that had been pretty much it. I'd never really seen myself replacing my father in her bed.

Even when they had sex and I listened at the door, I could imagine what they were doing, listening to her muted cries, but didn't really envision myself in Dad's place. They had a good marriage. They still seemed to enjoy being with each other a lot.

It was easier to fantasize about my hot-to-trot Aunt, who chewed up husbands and spit them out. Those huge tits of hers were a fantasy magnet. The way she was always so playful with me, it was easy to dream of our activities becoming less socially acceptable. I had thought about doing all kinds of naughty things with her. I had for years.

Aunt Marie, yes. Mom, no.

They looked similar, eerily so, similar face shapes, same eyes, usually the same hair, although they both liked to change it up now and then. But there was something that set them apart, other than the boobs and butts. Mom was the pretty one, and sweet as the day is long. Aunt Marie was the sexy one, one look at her enough to start the fantasies running. Mom was the girl you'd take home to mother, Aunt Marie was the girl you'd lock in your basement, chained naked to a pole. Easy to see how I'd made Aunt Marie the object of all my late night Kleenex sessions.

But after being with Mom, all my old fantasies seemed inadequate. Mom was incredible. So much sexier and naughtier than I'd have possibly dreamed. I wanted her. I wanted all of her. I wanted to feel her lips around my cock. I wanted to watch her mouth drain me. I wanted to make love to her in every position I could possibly imagine. I desperately wanted to know what it was like to slide my hard cock into her ass, fucking her until she screamed. Like Dad did.

I knew I'd do anything, anything at all, to make those dreams come true. Even if that meant saying 'no' to Aunt Marie.

I threw on shorts and a t-shirt, and went downstairs to see what a new day might bring.

It was already after 9:00. Dad had left for work. I walked into the kitchen where Mom and Aunt Alice were sitting at the kitchen table, deep in conversation. There was a palpable chill in the air.

"Mornin'," I said loudly, making my presence known.

Mom glared at her sister, then stood and came to me, giving me a hug. "Mornin' slugger. At least one of our mischievous boys is up. Hear anything from Colin?" she asked, walking over to the oven.

"Nothin'. His door's still closed." I walked over to Aunt Marie, giving her a hug and a kiss on the cheek. I always did, and figured it was safest to try to maintain some normalcy. Even if the kiss was longer than usual, and on the edge of her mouth.

"Good morning, handsome," she said, glancing over at Mom warily.

Mom had pancakes warming in the oven, and she deposited a tall stack of them on my plate when I sat down at the table. She put several pieces of crispy bacon beside them. She'd even warmed the maple syrup.

While I feasted, Mom sat down and worked on her coffee. There was a tenseness at the table, and I didn't know what to do to change it.

Mom fired the opening salvo. "Jeremy, things got a little crazy in the car yesterday. Marie and I want you to know that even though the playfulness might have gone too far, it's alright. We all do some things we, well not regret, but think better of afterwards. It was the wrong time, and the wrong place for something like that. You understand?"

"Sure Mom. I know it was over the top, with Dad right there," I admitted between bites. "It's not like we planned it; it sort of just happened."

"Precisely. Our silliness in the lake started something we should have nipped in the bud. I'm sure the booze didn't help. What happened wasn't only inappropriate, but it was foolhardy to do it where we did. I know it's hard to put the genie back in the bottle once he's loose, but we have to consider everybody."

Aunt Marie added her two cents. "It wasn't just your father, Jeremy. Colin isn't as worldly as you, and he could misunderstand what went on. We had fun, yes, but I think we all know it was only a moment of crazy naughtiness. You understand that your mother and I, we're family. There's things that people wouldn't condone, happening between you and me, or even you and your Mom." She nodded toward Mom who was blushing.

"I know Aunt Marie. I'd never say anything."

"Of course you wouldn't," Mom interjected. "None of us would. It stays between us. And I know you're not going to want to go back to the way things were. Things have changed, irrevocably."

Aunt Marie put her hand on my arm, giving me a squeeze. "They don't have to go back to the way they were, but things can only go so far, and we have to be very, very careful about what we do, and where we do it."

"I understand," I told them. I was willing to say anything. This was going much better than I would have dreamed possible. After the previous night, I figured I might find one of them strangled this morning. I would have bet on Mom doin' the strangling.

"I'm sure you do, but it's so easy to make a mistake. Even now, I bet you'd love to reach out and touch your aunt's breasts. They're almost irresistible, aren't they?" Mom asked.

I nodded, slightly embarrassed I was so transparent.

"But that's exactly what can't happen! What if Colin were to come down and see that. You touching my breasts," Aunt Marie said sliding over next to me, pressing those big tits against my arm. "Or worse, seeing you touching your mother's."

"Marie," Mom said warningly.

"I'm just sayin'. We have to be careful and responsible."

I was nervous about where this conversation was heading.

Mom moved closer. "Touching like that has to be very private. We have to set boundaries. You're a healthy teenager, and your hormones are raging. We understand that. Your Aunt and I can help you with your journey into adulthood, but only up to a point. What happened in the car is already pushing the boundaries." She was blushing. "Doing things with your hands is one thing. Using your mouth is dangerously risky. If anyone were to find out about that, it could be a disaster."

I nodded again. It sounded like touching was still on the table at least.

Aunt Marie spoke up again. "Your Mom and I had a long talk. A very long talk. We agree that we won't stop everything, but full-blown sex has to be off-limits. We can't take things that far."

"And nothing at all happens if your father or Colin are around," Mom said firmly.

I suspected that their talk hadn't covered everything we had done. I looked at Mom. "So what we did in the car is Ok, but we can't take it much further than that?" I asked.

She nodded. "If we can draw our limits there, and understand the time and place for it, I think we can accept that our relationships have changed."

"Exactly," Aunt Marie agreed. "Even some of that might have been a little over the top, and will have to be a very occasional thing. Can you agree to that?"

I had finished most of my breakfast and pushed it away. "Of course. I'd never do anything to mess up our relationship, or hurt anybody else in the family. I love you both so much, and even though I'd love to do more, I understand what you're saying. I can let you each set your limits."

Mom shook her head. "No! We don't each set our limits. We have to agree on the limits together, or I don't know how much I can let the two of you be alone."

"Alice, don't start. I've told you I'm willing to follow your rules," Aunt Marie argued.

Mom was determined to have her say. "No sex. Are we understood, Jeremy? Aunt Marie is a gorgeous, sexy woman. You're going to want to do things. Naughty things. Can you stop it before sex? Or do we have to end everything?"

I wanted to make sure we were all on the same page. "By 'no sex' you mean no screwing right?"

Mom reddened and nodded.

Aunt Marie made it even clearer. "You don't get to put your thingie inside my woohoo," she said very softly.

"Marie!" Mom whined.

"Making it crystal clear for him. That's what we're saying, right?"

"Am I the last one up?" Colin spoke up walking into the kitchen.

We broke apart like a football team out of the huddle, Aunt Marie scooting away, and Mom leaping from her chair. "Morning, sleepy head. Any longer, and your cousin would have eaten your share of breakfast."

He was acting nervous, sitting awkwardly in his chair, his glance constantly moving back and forth between Aunt Marie and Mom.

Mom retrieved Colin's breakfast from the oven. "Jeremy, if you're done, your father said you should change the water in the coolers, and make sure the meat is iced down enough. He said if you're feeling up to it, you can try butchering one of the smaller pigs."

It appeared they wanted to have a talk with Colin similar to mine. I'm guessing from the sounds of things, his access was going to be more restricted than mine. Probably a lot more. Poor guy. To be that close to heaven, and to have it yanked away.

I headed out to the garage, and dragged the coolers out to the backyard. We had the better part of five whole pigs on ice, and Dad's mysterious concoction that they were bathed in needed regular icing to keep the water cold. I dragged the coolers over to the drain out back, and dumped the water. I filled them most of the way with the hose, adding a gallon of Dad's additive, and three bags of ice to each. I'd see about butchering one later, when I had Colin's help.

Afterward I headed up for a shower. I was feeling distinctly grubby. And the shower provided great cover for a release I desperately needed.

When I came out, Mom was waiting for me. "Feeling better?" she asked.

"Tons." I was wearing only a towel, and wondered how much it would hide if I kept talking to her. Just being near her was making me excited. I had come only 10 minutes earlier, alone unfortunately, but it appeared my cock hadn't been informed of that.

"Your Aunt and Colin are loading their car. They're going to head home after lunch," she said, walking with me to my bedroom.

When we were inside, she closed the door and didn't resist when I pulled her into my arms. "You understand why we had to have that conversation?"

"I think so. You didn't tell Aunt Marie what we did, did you?" I asked, holding her close, enjoying the feel of her body against mine.

"Of course not! I told her that you did what Colin did. That and nothing more. This way she thinks that if she gets to continue doing what you guys did, she'll be one up on me."

I kissed her, and even though she didn't reciprocate much, she didn't stop me. "What about us?" I asked.

"If you follow my rules with your Aunt, and can keep a secret, we can have our own rules," she said reaching down and adjusting my wrap.

I loosened my towel, letting it drop to the floor. "Jeremy. We have to have rules, and I told you, not in this house."

"I'll follow your rules Mom. I'll do anything you say," I assured her.

"Good. Once Marie leaves, you and I can talk about those rules." She picked up my towel, her face nearly brushing against my hard cock. She turned and handed it to me. "I don't mean to tease you, but this isn't the time, understand?"

"Perfectly Mom. Thanks."

"Don't thank me now. You'll get your chance later. I promise." She stood in the doorway. "I'm going to send Marie up here to you, and keep Colin busy for a while. Say your goodbyes."

Damn. I loved my Mom.

I didn't bother getting dressed. I lay on my bed, gently stroking the erection Mom had left me with, keeping it primed for my hot Aunt.

Within a few minutes, I heard the knock on my door. "It's me, Jeremy. Can I come in?"

I stood and went to my dresser, acting like I was getting dressed. "Sure, Aunt Marie. It's open."

She opened the door, closing it tightly behind her. "We'll be leaving in an hour or so, and I wanted to make sure we both agreed on where things stand."

She was wearing a t-shirt and shorts, and before I could turn around, she had her t-shirt off, and was removing her bra. One look at those tits, and I wanted to throw all the rules out.

I went to her and took her in my arms, pulling her face up for a nice kiss. Her hand was already gripping my cock. She stepped back and pulled her shorts off, wiggling out of them, standing before me in just her panties.

"We only have a few minutes," she said sadly.

"Let's make the most of them."

She smiled. "I like the sound of that."

I drew her over to the bed, and we both stretched out on it. She was in my arms in a heartbeat. I kissed her, my hands exploring her body.

"I know the rules sound extreme at the moment, but we have to follow them for now. I'm hoping to change them before too long, with your mother's permission."

"I don't know, Aunt Marie. She's gonna want to maintain her limits."

"Trust me, sweet boy. I'll work on her. In the meantime, the way I understand it, there's only one thing we can't do. As much as I'd love it, you can't put that big thing inside my pussy. Other than that, we can have some fun." Her stroking of my cock assured me she was willing to do plenty.

"Did you have something in mind?" I teased.

"I'm willing to use my mouth, if you are, stud," she said. "Just warn me before you come, Ok?"

"I'd love to," I assured her.

"Good. Why don't you start then? I take a little longer to get warmed up." She rolled over onto her back, and started pushing her panties down.

I helped her remove that last slip of clothing, then moved between her legs. "I'm kind of new to this," I warned her, suddenly nervous.

I needn't have worried. She was very open, even eager to give me directions. I was a willing pupil. After about 10 minutes of her tutelage, I knew my way around her warm pussy pretty well, and even though my tongue in particular was tiring, I did my best to follow her directions and learn my way around.

I knew I was doing Ok when she grabbed me by the hair, shoving my face down into her moistness, and came for me.

I learned that I liked going down on her. A lot. I liked the feel, the crazy sexy smell, and the taste of her. I loved feeling her react to what I did, and hearing her sexy whimpers, gasps, and moans. I especially loved the feeling of her losing control, crying out my name, and her entire body shaking when she came for me. I was going to do that a lot more often, if I had my druthers.

She was as good as her word. After I got her off, she had me lie down and she attacked my cock with her mouth. She was so good, knowing what to do to drive me crazy. Her hands and mouth worked together, the perfect tandem.

Aunt Marie pulled off after a bit, still stroking me. "You want to know a secret, Jeremy?"

"Yes," I moaned for her.

"I don't do this for many men. Almost never, to be honest."

I groaned. "That might be the meanest thing I ever heard."

She laughed so sweetly, it nearly made me shoot. "But I'll do it for you. I can count on one hand the number of times I let a man, even my husbands, come in my mouth. I have a feeling you're going to change that."

She went back down on me, watching me, while she sucked me off. It had only been a couple of minutes, but I couldn't hold off any longer. "I'm going to come," I warned her.

My sexy Aunt pulled her mouth away, stroking me. "Where do you want me to take it? On my tits? On my face? Or maybe in my mouth?" she teased.

"In your mouth," I gasped, holding back as long as possible.

"Greedy boy," she giggled, and then lowered her mouth over my pole, bobbing her head on my cock beautifully.

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I groaned and let loose, filling that sexy, warm opening.

She let me finish, and I felt her tongue teasing me, the wetness of her full mouth incredible. She pulled back, until just the head was between her lips, and swallowed. She slid her lips back over the head, sucking me, making me squirm. I was super sensitive, and each time her tongue stroked me, I jerked.

She pulled away, grinning. She slowly opened her mouth, showing just a hint of my juices, then closed it again, swallowing. "There. That's two for Jeremy, and four for everyone else. Ever."

"That was amazing, Aunt Marie."

"I'm glad you think so. I can't believe I actually like doing that for you."

"I'm glad you do."

"I'm sure you are." She moved up on the bed, and kissed me deeply. I could taste the difference, after she'd sucked me off.

She climbed off of my bed, and started getting dressed. "I guess I better head back down before your wicked mother drives my poor boy crazy." She had her panties on and was buttoning her shorts. "I know you're going to want to do things with your Mom, I understand that. She's not going to be able to get past her ideas of what's allowed. Any time she drives you too crazy, you know I'm only a few miles away. Give me a little warning, and I'll get rid of Colin, and we can take care of you proper."

"I'll be callin' a lot," I told her.

"Good. I like to hear that," she said, adjusting her shirt. "You better get dressed now, before your Mom comes up to check on us."

I did, demanding one last kiss from her before she could leave my room. "You are the best aunt ever, Marie," I told her.

She grinned. "You're probably right. And you don't even know the half of it yet."I got dressed and headed down to be with everyone else. Colin may like hunting, but it didn't take long to figure out he didn't like the butchering that comes with it. Kind of squeamish.

He was watching me cut some ribs out, standing to the side. "Pretty crazy car ride, huh?" he said out of the blue.

I almost cut off a finger. Luckily just nicked it, nothing a little duct tape couldn't take care of. I put the knife down and reached for the cabinet that held the tape. "Yeah. I think crazy describes it pretty good." I grabbed the tape, tore off a strip, and rinsed my hand clean.

"You're not mad at me, are you?" he asked cautiously.

I dried my hand, and wrapped the tape around twice before answering. "I was a little, last night, but Dad said to keep it cool," I admitted.

He sounded like he was ready to shit his britches. "Your Dad knows?"

I went back to work, a little slower and more careful this time. "He knows that you were feeling up Mom's boobs, and you got hard for her."

"Jesus!" Colin groaned, pacing up and down the garage. "I couldn't help it, you know? Having her on my lap like that, all the bouncing around, and especially after she flashed me in the lake. I'm sorry."

God, if he started crying I was going to pop him one.

"Stripping your own sleeping Mom naked probably wasn't the smartest thing either," I reminded him.

He leaned back against the sink, and held his head in his hands. "I know. God, I know. Don't think I didn't get an earful about that. I just couldn't help myself. I was so worked up."

"You in trouble?" I asked.

He shook his head. "I thought I'd be in deep shit, but they both sat me down, and told me my behavior was unacceptable. Especially any touching below the waist. Aunt Alice said if that happened again, she'd tell your Dad." He was back pacing the floor. "They didn't seem to be too mad about me touching their boobs. You don't think that might be Ok now, do you?"

The stack of meat next to me was growing. "I wouldn't press my luck. Maybe special occasions, when the time is right, things are private, and everyone's had a couple of drinks. Then we might get away with something like that."

He stopped and stood next to me fidgeting. "You did it too, didn't you? You touched my Mom's boobs."

I wiped my hands before wrapping up the meat in butcher paper for the freezer. "Let's just say I took some liberties too, and they spoke to me about it as well."

"They're pretty incredible, huh? You going to try it again?" he asked.

Already did, and once you leave, even more. "When the time is right. For now, they laid down the law, and I'm going to do whatever Mom says. Take it easy, until the time is right."

"I...I kissed your Mom," he blurted out.

"Damn it, Colin! I don't want to hear that. Keep it cool! If you ever get another chance like last night, play it smart and don't get carried away. And whatever you do, keep it to yourself. If you ever talk about this to anybody else, I swear I'll kick your ass."

He backed away. "No. I'll never say nothin'. I promise. I figured it was Ok to talk to you, but only you, ya know?"

I moved the meat to the freezer, and washed up for good. "I understand. I guess if you need to talk to anybody, I should be the one." I turned and faced him. "How far did you go with Mom, anyway?"

He glanced at the closed door to the house. "She let me feel her up, inside her shirt. She even let me rub between her legs a bit. At the end she let me kiss her a couple of times."

"Pretty brave," I teased.

"I was scared spitless that she was going to shoot me down at any moment," he admitted.

"What about with your Mom?" I asked.

He turned a deep red. "I was bad. Once she fell asleep I felt her up pretty good, and even took her panties off so I could see what it was like, you know? To see a real one. She was completely out of it, and I couldn't think straight. When she didn't respond to my doing whatever I wanted with her tits, including sucking on her big nips, I had to try more. I mean, even with my fingers inside of her, she didn't wake up. Good thing we didn't have much more time on the road. I was real close to doing something that she would have killed me for."

I had closed up the coolers and put away the tools. "Good thing is right. I don't imagine that would have gone over well. She seemed pissed as it was."

"Yeah. I guess I'm lucky I didn't get in more trouble." He shrugged. "Too bad your Mom was awake the whole ride, huh?"

I shook my head. "If she was passed out, I don't think I would have done anything. Not like that. Especially with Dad three feet away. I was happy the way things worked out anyway. Mom and I had the best talk ever. It was epic."

The door opened at that moment, cutting off any reply. "You boys about done in here? We have some sandwiches ready before we have to leave," Aunt Marie said from the doorway.

"Just finished," I told her, heading for the door, with Colin a step behind.

Fifteen minutes later we were seeing them off, after loading their gear into the car. Aunt Marie surprised the shit out of me by giving me a big kiss after Colin got in on the passenger side.

"Remember what I said," she whispered. "Give me a call anytime you feel the urge."

I held the door for her, watching her bare legs as she got in the car. I couldn't help but think where those sexy pins lead to. "I will."

Mom walked over to me, sliding her arm around my waist, possessively, while we waved goodbye. "What was that about, at the end?"

"She said anytime you leave me too frustrated I should give her a call," I explained, wrapping my arm around her waist.

She turned and we walked back into the house. "God, what am I going to do with that tramp? Are you going to behave with her?"

I locked the door behind us, and slid my hand into Mom's. "100%. We talked about that while we said goodbye. We both agreed we would keep to the rules, but she said she's going to work on you to get them changed."

I turned to pull her into my arms, but she stopped me. "Slow down, cowboy. Last night doesn't mean you can grab me anytime you want. I'm still your mother, and you need to show me a little respect."

"Mom, believe me, I'm going to show you so damn much respect, you're not going to be able to walk straight."

I was shocked when she slapped me. "Don't talk to me like that! I thought you understood we'd have rules. We're not going to turn your father's house into some incestuous playground. I won't have it!"

I stepped back from her, confused and ashamed. "Sorry. I didn't mean anything bad, I was only teasing."

She closed her eyes, and brushed her hair away from her forehead. "Shit. It wasn't supposed to be like this. Listen Jeremy, I'm tired, grouchy and a little mixed up. I got almost no sleep last night. I'm going to take a nap for a couple of hours." She looked at her watch. "Let me put another load in the wash, then wake me at four, so we can straighten things out before your father gets home."

She walked past me, brushing her hand against my arm before heading to the laundry room. She turned before she'd gotten far. "If you've got so much energy, why don't you put away the laundry, clean out the jeep, and see what you can about those coolers of meat."

Crap. I'd really stepped in it.

I was folding the clothes when Mom headed up the stairs. It was a little after twelve; she'd get a few hours of sleep in. And I had a small window of opportunity to get back into her good graces.

Or I could just call Aunt Marie.

I did every chore I could think of, helping with the laundry, cleaning up in the kitchen, emptying the Jeep and washing it, and doing what I could with the hog meat.

It was nearly four when I took another quick shower to get the hog stink off me, before going in to wake Mom.

I opened the door to her room, and she was dead to the world. "Mom?" I said softly, getting no response.

She looked so pretty, so relaxed, I hated waking her. I knelt down on the bed next to her and nudged her shoulder. "Mom, it's 4:00."

She rolled away from me. "A few more minutes," she mumbled, barely audible.

Damn it. I had been such a jerk. I slid into the bed next to her, sliding under the covers, and put my arm around her. "I love you, Mom. I'm sorry about earlier."

"Shh," she whispered, reaching up and holding my arm.

I slipped my other arm under her head, and spooned up close to her, holding her. She sighed and pushed back against me, her hips meeting my crotch. I nuzzled my cheek into her hair, kissing her neck and hugging her tighter. "Mmm," she purred.

It was nice to hold her. When she let go of my arm, I ran my hand down her side, across her soft skin. A lot of soft skin. When I reached her hip I still met nothing but skin. Mom was naked.

That had the expected reaction down below. I pushed my new erection against Mom's soft rear. She pushed back a little. "Be good, Jeremy."

I brought my hand back up and pushed her hair away so I could get to her soft neck. I kissed her there, while my hand sought out her breast, holding it softly.

Mom sighed, scooting away a bit and rolling onto her back. I moved my hand away from her breast and rested it on her smooth belly. She cracked one eye open sleepily. "What time is it?" she mumbled. I peeked past her at the bedside clock. "It's 4:08."

"Ten more minutes."

I kissed her lips lightly, and was surprised when they parted for me. I kissed her again, and felt her tongue brush mine. My hand returned to her breast, cupping it gently, caressing it.

She seemed OK with me touching her. I sat up and pulled off my shirt and shorts. I wasn't going to be too bad, I just wanted to feel her skin against mine. I curled up next to her again, pressing my lips to hers, sharing the longest, sweetest kiss, while my hand explored her soft body.

When I reached between her legs, rubbing her pussy, she opened her eyes a little. "Gentle, baby. I'm horribly sore down there."

I kissed her cheek. "I'm sorry Mom, if I got carried away."

She chuckled softly, coming awake. "It wasn't you, sweetie. Your old man was feeling his oats last night. He got a little crazy, making me tell him all about what Colin did and quizzing me on your behavior."

I was stunned. "What did you tell him about us?"

She turned toward me, her hand fluttering across my chest. "It's hard for me to keep secrets from your father, baby. I told him everything about Colin, and I told him what you did with Aunt Marie. I hope you're not mad."

My Mom was naked, and she was accepting my caresses. How mad would you have been?

"Of course not, Mom. But what about us? What did you tell him about us?"

She reached down and held my cock which was pressing against her, and giggled. "Look at you. So worried about what your father might have found out, and still sporting a boner for your old Mom."

The smile left her face slowly. "I'm sorry I hit you."

"No. I deserved it."

She turned on her side, and slid her thigh between my legs. "We have to have rules, Jeremy. This could all get so out-of-control if we do whatever we want."

"What are your rules, Mom? Not the Aunt Marie rules, our rules."

My hand was sliding across her back and her ass. Damn she felt good. "No sex in the house. Kissing, touching, all has to be done when nobody is here. We don't do anything in here, in your father's bed. If we can follow those rules, you can find out how much better your mother is than her slutty sister when it comes to oral entertainment."

She pushed me onto my back with a gentle nudge, and moved on top of me, straddling my waist. "Do you think you can live by those rules, Jeremy? Or do we have to cut you off completely?"

"I swear Mom. I'll do whatever you think is best."

She looked down at me grinning. "Did you do your chores? Or did you run off to your Aunt to get your rocks off after I rejected you?"

"I wouldn't do that," I told her, shocked that she would even think that I might. "I did everything you asked and more. Two loads of laundry, cleaned the kitchen, washed the Jeep, and finished what I could with the meat."

"But you thought about running off to her, didn't you?" she said, with surprising sincerity.

"Are you kidding? All I could think about was hurting you and disappointing you. I wanted to make it up to you."

She leaned down and gave me a soft kiss. "I believe you."

She was straddling my hard-on, and rubbing herself against me, driving me nuts. "Are you going to follow the rules with your Aunt?"

I nodded. "That's what we talked about during our goodbye. I made sure she knew that I wasn't going to go against anything you said. No way." I moved my hands up to her hips, and pushed back against her. "She told me not to worry, she was going to get you to change the rules."

Mom stopped her rubbing, sitting still. "You're willing to tell me your Aunt's plans to let her fuck you?"

"After last night, there's no way I'm keeping anything from you, Mom, ever. The sex, that was incredible, but the talking, the opening up, that was the greatest. I feel so much closer to you now than I ever have. Closer than I've ever been with anyone. Thank you for sharing all that with me."

I could see her eyes were moist. She leaned down and kissed me again, so tenderly it made my heart ache. I felt one of her tears fall down and hit my cheek. I held her. "I love you, Mom. You could never understand how much."

She pulled back and smiled. "Tell me I can't understand, when you're a parent. Until then you'll never really know how I feel."

She sat up again, and tapped my chest. "Jeremy. I'm going to bend the rules this once. What we did last night was pretty damn incredible, but I want to move past that craziness. You understand this won't happen again? Not here?"

I nodded mutely, unable to believe what I was hearing.

"Like I said, be gentle. Between you and your father, I'm very sore." She lifted up and guided my aching cock between her legs, slowly settling down onto me, until I was deep inside of her.

"Mmm," she hummed sweetly. "Let me get used to you."

She moved up and down a couple of times, slowly, until the movement was smooth and easy, and then she lowered herself to my chest, lying on me. "Now what was the question you had about your Dad?" She said it teasingly, giving a small wiggle with her hips.

"God, Mom. You feel too good for words," I gasped, holding her incredible ass cheeks in my hands while I pushed into her, feeling the glory of her warmth engulfing me.

She chuckled. "That was the question?"

"Dad," I finally was able to utter. "What did you tell him? About us?"

She sighed, rocking back against my gentle thrusts. "After I told him what Marie said to me, I explained that I had to know what you had done, and in the process of getting the story out of you, you showed more than you explained."

"Oh God, Mom! Dad's going to kill me!" I groaned.

She rose up a bit and gave me a soft little kiss. "He nearly fucked me to death, during the tellin'."

"He wasn't mad?"

"A little. But more worked up than anything else. To think his boy was feeling up his wife, just a couple of feet away. It near drove him crazy. Especially the part of you gettin' me naked. I told him that we didn't do everything that you and Marie did; that a blow-job was over the line."

She spread her legs a bit, raising up so I could get a little more motion. I was fucking my Mom! Not crazy like, just sliding in and out of her, and relishing the feeling. But I was doing it. I was fucking my Mom, with her full cooperation. In her bed. I wasn't going to last much longer. "What about the rest?" I had to ask.

She sat up, settling down on my cock, looking down at me. "He asked me if I had wanted to blow you. I admitted you had me pretty worked up, between telling you all about our old history, and acting out your little episode with Marie. 'He's big, you know, just like you,' I explained to him. 'So much like you when we were young, it was hard not to.'"

She started screwing me slowly. "He couldn't leave it alone. 'Poor bastard. All worked up like that, and not getting to find out what he's missing,' he said, then he made me go down on him. After he got off he still wasn't done and he had me get him hard again."

Mom stopped her movement, grinning at me. "I figure he was right. It's a shame that you didn't get to experience my mouth. Would you like to?"

All I could do was nod.

She climbed off of me, kneeling between my legs. She held my cock up, her juices glistening on my skin, stroking it slowly. "You have a beautiful cock, Jeremy." She licked the entire length of it, while watching me.

I groaned loudly for her, reaching down and stroking her hair.

She smiled, and her tongue explored my shaft and head, teasing, tasting. Her lips pressed small kisses all around it. She rose up a bit, still looking up at me. "Don't hold back. Enjoy it, and let's get this first one out of the way." Her mouth opened, and I watched in amazement as my cock disappeared in Mom's loving mouth.

She used her mouth and hands together, driving me wild. It was the most incredible thing, far surpassing Aunt Marie, Penny, and any of the other girls. She closed her eyes and pushed, taking my entire length inside of her warm mouth, until her nose was pressed against my pubes.

The third time she did that, I couldn't hold back any longer. In spite of her direction to not hold back, I didn't want it to end, and did my best to make it last, but I was doomed from the start. "Mom," I gasped.

She pulled back off of me, stroking my cock with her hand, massaging the head with her tongue, and keeping her lips clamped around my shaft. "Mom!" I cried, erupting between her lips, and letting her milk me dry.

Mom swallowed my load, sucking me gently, and then turned sideways, laying across my thigh, while she used her mouth to clean me and return the steel to my shaft.

She pulled back after a bit. "Better than Marie?"

"Jesus, Mom. That was incredible! Comparing what Aunt Marie did to that would be blasphemy. You are amazing."

She was playing with my new hard-on, stroking it, kissing it, sucking it for short moments. "How about Penny and your other conquests?"

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"Not even in the same league. If you're a ten, there not even five's. Hell, I might have to come up with a whole new scale." I rose up on my elbows, looking down at her. "That was mean, Mom. Completely unfair."

She looked at me puzzled. "What?"

"You've ruined me! I thought what they did was pretty spectacular. I loved it. I couldn't believe how hot it was coming in Aunt Marie's mouth, and watching her swallow my cum. And the first time Penny sucked me, the sensation was so new, I could barely contain myself. Now I know better. I'll be comparing every blow-job I ever receive to yours. How are they ever going to measure up?"

She smiled, sucking me for a bit, before answering. "You know what the worst part is, Jeremy? That wasn't even a good one. I'm going to blow your mind, once we've gotten you past your hair trigger." She grinned, climbing up the bed, and settling into my arms. "So you've got your naked Mom in your bed, and she's willing to do anything you want, this once. What are you going to do now?"

"Anything I want?"

"Anything."

"I want to be on top of you, to start," I explained. "I want to see you come on my cock."

She smiled, and kissed my chest. "That's sweet. I want to come on your big fat cock." She rolled over onto her back and opened her legs.

I climbed between them and she pulled her legs back, exposing herself to me. I gazed between her legs at the smooth flesh, curving into twin mounds, with that mysterious slit in the middle. A small wrinkled line of flesh occupied the center. "Uhh, Mom? I changed my mind."

She raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Really?"

"Yeah, if you don't mind, I want to go down on you."

She giggled. "Please, be my guest. I don't think you're going to find too many girls who are going to say no to that offer."

I lowered my body, examining her smooth pussy up close, kissing her inner thighs. "I'm new to this," I explained hesitantly.

"Shh. Don't worry. You'll do great. If you need any guidance, Mommy will make sure you get things right."

I had to taste her. I just had to. I needed to feel her with my tongue, open her, revel in the texture, the taste. I licked her slowly, parting her lips, working from bottom to top. I pulled back, opening her with my fingers, seeing her up close. The smell was intoxicating, and I took a deep breath, filling my lungs with her glorious odor. I stuck my tongue deep inside of her, tasting her wetness. I peeled back the hood at the top, seeing her little bulb of flesh. It was smaller than Aunt Marie's. I touched it softly with the tip of my tongue. "Is this your clit, Mom?"

"That's it baby. Be gentle, Ok? That's particularly sore today. Your father gave it a serious working over last night."

I teased it carefully, running my tongue around it, seeing how it reacted. I moved closer and took it between my lips, sucking on it lightly, teasing it with the tip of my tongue.

"Not right on top of it, baby. Suck the skin around it," Mom said softly, brushing her hand across my hair.

I backed off, blowing gently across it, while I slid a finger inside of her, feeling her warmth and wetness. I had her squirming nicely.

"You didn't tell Dad we had sex, did you?" I asked, still unable to get the thought of her confessing what we did to him.

"After I told him I wouldn't blow you, I guess he assumed that was as far as it went, and I didn't volunteer any more," she said softly, reaching down and pushing my head back between her legs. " I have to be honest with you, baby. If he had asked, I don't know if I could have lied to him. I just can't."

"I understand." I played to my heart's content, sucking on her lips, sliding my tongue inside of her, teasing her clit the way she'd told me, all while fingering her. I practiced what Aunt Marie taught me, and I seemed to be getting a nice result.

"He was on top of me, fucking me like it was 18 years ago, hard and needy. He made me tell him everything we talked about, about our past. I told him what we had discussed, of course, and it seemed to drive him wild. I hadn't seen him like that in a long time." She was talking softly, breaking off when I did something she particularly enjoyed.

When I pushed her legs back and pressed my tongue against her little brown star she gasped and went quiet. That was something I came up with on my own. Aunt Marie meant it when she said that area was off limits.

I found if I stiffened my tongue and pressed hard, I could get the tip inside of her, making her moan. My Mom's sexy moan. I loved that sound.

With the talking out of the way, I concentrated on what I was doing, seeing how I could get her to respond to my actions, each additional moan, groan, whimper or squeal driving me on.

It wasn't long before I had a finger in my Mom's ass and was pumping her while I licked her pussy for all I was worth. I felt a new change come over her, her body tensing up, her butt-hole opening up for a second finger, her pussy getting wetter. I moved up and sucked on her clit. It felt larger now, swollen, and I used my tongue to play with it. Her legs stiffened and closed around my head, her fingers in my hair pulling me harder against her.

Mom cried out loudly, crushing my head between her legs, while her ass clenched down on my fingers like a fist. She drove her hips up against my face, hard, while she came, trembling. When she started to relax I eased up on her, pulling my fingers out of her butt, and licking her slit.

I had made my mother come on my tongue.

It was without a doubt the best thing I'd ever done. I felt God like. I'd made Mom come. Huge.

She was breathing heavily, her hand caressing my head. "Now, Jeremy. I need you inside of me."

I moved up between her legs, my stiff rod more than ready. I pressed the head against her slit, and she pulled her legs back, opening for me. The sight of my cock head pressed against her swollen pink lips was far better than any porn, short-circuiting my brain. I pushed the head inside of her, then pulled it back out so I could watch it open her again. After a few seconds, I pressed a little further, watching the first couple of inches disappear inside of her. I was enthralled with the view, and fucked her carefully, with short little strokes, slowly opening her up, driving further, feeling the sensation of her hot channel allowing me in. I thought about the fact that I had come out of that mysterious space, amazed that it would even be possible. She was too tight with my cock only halfway in.

I giggled.

She rose up on her elbows looking at me. "Something funny?"

"Not funny. It's just hard to believe that 18 years ago, I came out of here. Now I can barely get my cock inside of you, you're so tight. How could I ever have come out of this?" I was still sliding my cock back and forth, watching it as if my life depended on it.

She laid back. "It wasn't easy, I assure you." I felt her pussy tighten up around my cock, making me groan. "Those are some naughty thoughts. Thinking about your Mom like that, while you're sliding your thick cock inside of her."

I pushed hard, burying the entire length inside, stopping when I was balls deep. "It's just so amazing. You and Dad doing what we're doing, ending up in me coming out of here 9 months later. It's all so incredible."

"Does it bother you?" she asked tentatively.

"Bother me? Are you nuts? It's the most wonderful thing in the world!" I leaned over her, my arms extended on each side of her chest. "You and Dad doing this. Making love, and making me. You made me. You brought me into this world and cared for me. I love you so much, Mom."

I dropped to my elbows, and started driving inside of her, feeling my full length penetrate her repeatedly. It was too much to comprehend. Mom, who had done everything for me, who had given me life, now giving her body to me completely. I felt myself tearing up, and turned my face away.

Her hands reached up for me, turning me back. I could see her eyes were moist. "Don't turn away, Jeremy."

I brought a hand up and brushed the tears away, sniffling. She pulled my face down to hers, kissing me softly, and then more intensely. My movements had slowed but I sped up again, pounding into her, trying to push more and more of myself back inside of her.

She turned her lips slightly away from mine, gasping. "Like that, baby, don't stop. You're going to make Mommy come."

I held her face in my hands, our lips barely touching, my tongue exploring her lips and teeth, while I drove into her, long strokes, as hard and fast as I could.

Her mouth went slack and I was breathing hard, gasping as I felt the impending need to come build inside of me. I closed my eyes, concentrating on fucking her, intensifying her own need, determined to last long enough to satisfy her.

I was at my limit. "Mom, I'm going to come," I gasped.

She whimpered, humping back at me, her hands grasping my biceps, digging into them.

The urge burst upon me, and I slammed down, my insides turning to lava and flowing into her. I pulled back and pounded into her again, making her cry out. Her legs flailed at my thighs, while I filled her. Her body turned to stone, every muscle clenched and she threw her head back with a cry. I fucked her all the way through my orgasm, stream after stream pouring into her, until I was spent. She was still coming, and when I slowed I could feel her pussy clenching around my cock. Her upper chest was flushed, and I started screwing her again, short, fast strokes, for as long as my stiffness would hold out.

I felt her body start to relax, and she opened her eyes, looking around until they slowly came to focus on me. "Jeremy," she gasped, and I was astounded to see her eyes roll back, and her body stiffen up again, tiny senseless noises escaping her lips.

It was the most amazing, most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Mom was coming on my hard cock.

I couldn't keep up the blinding pace with which I'd been fucking her, and slowed down, giving her longer strokes, at a less breakneck speed. My arms were tired, my thighs were burning, and my lower back was straining. Still, I pounded her, pulling her through her orgasm, and only moments later setting her off on another.

My mother was multi-orgasmic. Unbelievable.

I rose up onto my knees, pushed her straining legs back almost to her chest, and with the change of position the pain faded and I went back to driving into her as fast as I could, my hips a blur. Somehow my hard-on had maintained itself throughout, and I was again as hard as ever.

Mom was blowing like a buffalo, coming off her latest orgasm, when she screamed out, coming hard like she had the first time. I was starting to get worried for her. Her face was bright red all the way down to her perfect tits. She was holding her breath, and then gasping for air. I slowed down to an easy pace, released her legs and leaned over her.

She was slow to come to her senses after the last one, her entire body shaking, her legs spasming uncontrollably.

"Shh," I whispered, caressing her face. I leaned down and kissed her softly, and I saw her eyes focus on mine again. "No more," she gasped.

I slowed to a stop, still hard inside of her, and lowered my body onto hers, letting her feel some of my weight. I was physically incapable of stopping, but the motion of my hips was now minimal, working away at her slowly, with only a few inches of back and forth motion.

I kissed her gently, while she relaxed completely.

"Mom?"

She was gasping through her mouth, her chest heaving. My mother was staring at me, her eyes wide open, as if she didn't recognize me. I slowed further, pushing deep. She groaned softly, and a smile turned up the corners of her mouth. "Wow! That was unexpected."

"Everything Ok?" I asked.

She swiveled her hips beneath mine before stretching her entire body, her back curving deliciously, her breasts pressing up against my chest, her arms stretched out over her head, pushing against the headboard.

"Kiss me, baby boy," she asked softly.

My lips pressed against hers, and we shared a long warm kiss, gentle and exploring, our tongues playing together. I ground my hips against hers, moving in circles, playing inside of her.

She abruptly hugged me close, pulling me down onto her, her arms squeezing tightly. Her calves wrapped around my rear, pulling me tight and slowing our screwing to a crawl.

She released me, and I rose up over her, my cock still buried, amazed at how good she looked.

"Remember how I told you about the time your father wore my ass out and then fucked me silly? The first time I really enjoyed sex?" she asked.

"Sure, one of the hottest things I ever heard. That and tying a bow on your ass to give him your anal virginity."

"I haven't come like that since then. That was incredible. You were incredible."

"Inspired. I am with the sexiest, most beautiful woman in the world." I gave her a long hard thrust.

"Mmm," she sighed. "Now that you've fucked your poor mother senseless, what are you going to do with her?"

"I...I'd really like to do you from behind, if it's Ok."

"After that, I don't think I could deny you anything. So you want to do my butt?"

"Uh, not yet. I just want to see your amazing ass, and hold your soft cheeks while we do it."

"So you want to fuck your Mommy doggy style, fill her pussy up with your sweet cum again, and then fuck her in the ass?"

"And then do it all over again," I told her with a smile.

She grinned for me. "Sounds like a plan. So what are you waiting for? I'm yours. This body is yours. Position me however you want me. Do whatever you want. I'll never say no to you, baby."

I pulled out of her, kneeling tall. "Let's start with that talented mouth of yours around my cock for a bit."

She got on her hands and knees and crawled to me, her mouth open, and taking half my length all at once. I pulled her hair to the side so I could get a better view of her pretty face full of my cock.

"Suck me like you sucked Dad last night," I urged her, thrusting into her mouth.

She pulled off gasping, a string of saliva stretching from my cock to her lips. "Are you sure you're ready for that?"

I grabbed her head, and pushed my cock back into her mouth. "Do it, Mom. Suck me off, make me come for you. Then get me hard for you all over again."

She pulled away again, and then pushed me to the side. She quickly climbed on top of me, straddling my face. "This is how I sucked your father, Jeremy." She engulfed my cock again before lowering her crotch down to my face.

Mom was a demon. She sucked me feverishly, fast and deep, her hands teasing me. I gave it my best effort to return the attention, licking her soaked slit, and playing with her rear, but she was too good, too demanding with her mouth. Each time she took me down her throat, it was like a cattle-prod to my nervous system. I could feel the hitch in her motion, and the tight penetration, driving me insane.

She pushed my legs apart and licked my shaft before working on my balls. First licking and sucking, I groaned when I felt one slide into her mouth, her tongue rolling it around like a marble. Then she was working on the other one, her hand stroking me the whole time. She managed to get both of them in her mouth, sucking and licking, before she went back to tending my cock, taking me deep.

She pulled off, gasping. "Your father can stay hard for me for a long time, no matter how hard I work him. Ten minutes is common. He's made me suck him for upward of an hour at a time." She pounded her head up and down on my pillar, freeing it from her mouth with an audible 'pop'. "Do you think you're going to be able to hold out, baby? Are you going to man up and make Mommy earn it?"

I reached down and pushed her face onto my cock, forcing it down her throat. "Suck it," I demanded, pressing my face back into her pussy, distracting myself from the action below, while I tried hard to make her come for me. I'd show her how much of a man I could be.

It worked for a bit, while I concentrated on what I was doing, my tongue working over her sensitive clit. I was feeling proud. I may not last an hour, but I wasn't going to shoot off in two minutes either.

Then Mom cheated. She slid her finger in my bottom, pushing in deep, and had me keenly aware of everything she was doing. She took me down her throat, pounding on my cock for what seemed an eternity, before pulling up and gasping. As soon as her mouth left my cock, her evil finger started stroking inside of me, sending shockwaves through my body.

I'd brought a knife to a gunfight. No way I was winning this one.

I completely forgot about my efforts to pleasure her, and her mouth slid straight down my cock to the root again, her tight throat massaging the head, her wicked teeth scraping my shaft, that unavoidable finger doing things to me that I couldn't fathom.

With a loud groan I lost any semblance of control I had, shoving my cock upward and erupting. I was as far inside of her mouth as I could reach, and when she swallowed, ripples of pleasure ran down my cock, milking me dry.

I gasped, my world suddenly gone black, as if I'd stood up too quickly. I closed my eyes, grabbing onto the sheets, oblivious to her cleaning me up. I could hear my pulse beating in my temple, hammering away like a sledgehammer, my heart racing, ready to burst within my chest.

I swear I was within moments of passing out completely. I opened my eyes slowly, to see Mom looking down at me, with a teasing grin on her face. My eyes tracked down to that miraculous mouth which I'd never be able to look at the same.

My mouth was dry, and my tongue sore. I opened my lips and croaked, "Wow."

She laughed a little, bringing her moist lips down to mine, brushing them lightly. "Not quite ready to replace your father in my bed, are you, sweetie?"

I reached for her, and she slid into my arms, letting me hug her. I tried to speak, but nonsense sounds came out at first, making her giggle.

"I would never want to replace Dad," I eventually was able to reply. "Never."

She hummed pleasantly, her hand softly stroking my cock, which in spite of my professed desires to do her all over again and finishing inside that mysterious back door, was down for the count.

"No? Then what are you trying to do?" she asked.

"I just want to love you too, Mom," I confessed. "Love you as much as him. Have you love me just as much. Show you my love as intensely, as thoroughly."

"Your father's a special man, Jeremy. He's going to be a difficult one to compete with." Her tone was very serious.

"I don't want to compete with him. I want to share you with him."

She rubbed her crotch against my hip, nibbling on my shoulder. "Now that's a thought. Being shared by both of you. Two huge cocks, one at each end. Or one in back and one in front. Jesus, that would be wild. Marie would be so jealous," she murmured.

It wasn't what I had in mind by sharing. I was thinking more one-on-one, and keeping my end of it a secret. But her words had me envisioning her lying on my father, riding him, her perfect ass sticking up in invitation. Dad reaching up and spreading her cheeks for me, as I climbed onto their bed, my hard cock in hand. Mom looking back at me in anticipation, her desperate need portrayed on her pretty face. Sliding in behind her, seeing where my father's shaft was spreading her open, pressing my cock-head against her other opening, and pushing it in firmly.

"God, you're bad," Mom teased. I felt her hand wrap around my new erection, stroking me. "Where were you in that little fantasy you just had?" she asked.

"In your bottom," I confessed.

"And your father?"

"Underneath you, all the way inside you, holding your ass cheeks open wide for me."

She sighed, her hand caressing my hardness. "You know, don't you, that of all the ways this thing we're doing could possibly work out, that's about the least likely scenario possible."

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"I know," I said, stroking her smooth back. "When I said I wanted to share you, I meant like now. He can have you sometimes, and so can I. Not together."

She ran her tongue across my chest, making my erection harden. "I know, sugar. It's just too easy to tease you."

She sat up, looking at the clock. "We have to stop now. There's still a lot I need to do before your old man gets home. We'll have time together later, I promise, Ok? I'm sorry to leave you like this."

I sat up, pulling her to me for a quick kiss. "Don't apologize. That was spectacular. But just because we're being naughty, doesn't mean the house has to suffer, right? If you were late with dinner every time we did anything, that wouldn't be good."

She grinned, climbing off the bed and heading for her bathroom. "See? That kind of thinking will make sure that there's plenty of this," she waved her hand up and down her body, like she was modeling, "in your future." She did a little spin for me, then turned and wiggled her ass. "Lots of this, too, if you're very, very good."

I headed to my room for my third shower of the day. Wouldn't be good to go to the dinner table smelling of sex and Mom.We always ate pretty early, and that night was no different. Dad came home and changed out of his suit, while Mom put the finishing touches on dinner. I set the table in the kitchen, where we ate most of the time, unable to stop myself from staring at my Mom's ass every chance I got. Damn, I'd been so close.

She was wearing light grey yoga pants, so tight they crawled up her butt, and when she leaned over, I could see the perfect outline of her incredible pussy. It was obvious she wasn't wearing panties. This was a Mom I didn't know or recognize. My Mom would never wear pants like that where anybody could see her. Hell, I wasn't even sure if Aunt Marie would.

Mom was a yoga fanatic, going to the studio nearly every day. She mostly went in the mornings, but a couple of times a week she'd go in the evening, sometimes both. I loved those yoga pants on her, but her normal wear was black, and never this tight. These were practically obscene. God bless her.

When Dad came down, she was leaning over the oven, checking on the roast. He walked up behind her, obviously ogling her ass. He ran his hand over her butt, down her crack, sliding it between her legs.

Mom gasped, looking back at him, and rolled her hips teasingly.

"Harold..." she warned him, looking over at me.

Dad looked over his shoulder at me, gave me a wink, and smacked Mom on the rear.

Jesus. We were in new territory now.

Mom and Dad kept their intimacy behind closed doors, except for the usual kisses in greeting, and some evening cuddling. I'd never seen him fondle her like that. I felt like he was laying claim to her.

"How'd the butchering go?" he asked me, sitting down at the table.

"Not bad. Got maybe a quarter of it done. Colin wasn't much help, no stomach for it."

Mom turned to me. "Fetch your father a beer from the garage."

I ran out to the beer fridge, returning with a Shiner. His daily beer. Walking into the kitchen, I came to a halt. Mom was bent over, kissing Dad deeply, and his hand was between her legs again. When she pulled away, I could see she was blushing. "Now that's how you welcome your man home," he said grinning, holding his hand out to me for his beer.

I couldn't help staring at Mom. To go with those painted on Yoga pants, she was wearing a skin-tight white yoga top, and her nipples were so hard, I could see the outline of her areola. This was fucking nuts.

Mom served up dinner, and we ate, casually talking about cleaning up after our trip. There was still plenty to do, butchering, gun cleaning and maintenance, vehicle work, and lots more. I wasn't looking forward to it, but I had to admit, summers at the cabin were worth the trouble before and after.

"You going to the studio?" Dad asked, a comment on Mom's outfit.

"If you don't mind. It's been over a week. You know how I get," Mom replied.

"Go ahead. Jeremy and I will finish up with the meat. Don't worry about the dishes, we'll take care of them," he told her.

She glanced at the clock. "I don't have to leave quite yet, I can do them."

Dad shook his head. "Nonsense. I know you like to get there early. Go on."

Mom cleared her own dishes, then came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She turned and gave Dad a kiss, and it was almost as good at the one I'd interrupted. Damn, they were in a lovey-dovey mood.

As soon as Mom left, Dad had me on the dishes, while he got things started in the garage. I was happy enough to work separately from him. I was feeling nervous about what had happened with Mom and Aunt Marie, and what he knew about it. I figured that his behavior with Mom that evening must have had something to do with it.

I couldn't spend the whole night washing dishes, and it wasn't long before I was in the garage, back to butchering the beef. It was illuminating watching Dad work. What had taken me half a day to do, he was able to finish in minutes.

"Don't just stand there," he said, "get working."

"I'll only get in your way. You'll finish twice as fast by yourself."

"Yep. But gettin' done fastest ain't what we're talkin' here. Only way to learn is to get in there, get your hands dirty, and give it your best."

He watched over my work, spare with his advice, more apt to show me how it was done, then correct my work. His work with the knife looked so smooth and easy. "I don't see how I'll ever be able to do it as good as you," I admitted.

He laughed. "Are we competing now? I've had a hell of a lot more practice. All I ever want is for you to give it your best, learn from your mistakes, and never settle for good enough."

He showed me his pinkie on his left hand, which was missing the final joint. "Speed is not the end game. Rushing things can make a mess out of everything. I learned that the hard way. I only pray that you can learn from my mistakes."

"If speed ain't the name of the game, how come you finish so damned fast?" I asked, only half joking.

"Skill's all that counts. You get the skills down, the second nature, automatic ability to do anything as naturally as breathing, and the speed comes with the territory. You can finish fast, or you can drag it out as long as you desire. You can do a 'good enough' job, or you can achieve perfection. Focus on the skill, not the speed."

We'd already done the rough work in the field, skinning and gutting the pig, and cutting it into three parts, shoulder, body and hindquarters, for transportation.

I was working my knife down the bone, turning the handle to angle the blade close to the bone, without catching it. When I had it right, the meat turned to butter, the razor sharp edge of my blade gliding along perfectly. Dad put his big hand on my shoulder, giving a painful squeeze. "There, that was it. Technique. You do that 100 times without having to concentrate on it, and the knife will not only slide through, but you can do it as fast as you want."

I stopped to sharpen my blade, and Dad hit the beer fridge, dropping an open one in front of me. I took a long draught, enjoying the cold refreshment.

"Sounded like you and your Mom had a hell of a conversation last night, quite a bit of it at my expense," Dad said casually, wrapping up the meat, the easy job, while watching me deal with the more technical butchering.

"I wouldn't call it at your expense. That woman worships the ground you walk on. I can only pray that someday a woman feels for me like Mom feels for you." I had my snips out, cutting out two racks of ribs from the torso I was working on.

"Not exactly typical mother/son conversation, though."

"Hardly." I had a feeling I knew where this was going, and figured it was just as well if I took control over the conversation. "Truth is, I didn't know about the issues between Mom and her sister. During the first half of our drive home, things between me and Aunt Marie got a good bit carried away, and during our rest stop, Aunt Marie rubbed Mom's nose in it. When Mom got in the car she was livid, and had to know everything that went on between us."

"Do I want to know how bad it got in the backseat?" Dad asked, taking the ribs from me, and passing me another torso.

I laughed. "As long as you promise not to get jealous. To start with, having her sit on my lap, half-clothed in the dark, was bad enough, but I gotta lay some of this at your feet. Things were ok, until she started bouncing around the back seat like a Superball, thanks to your driving. Trying to hang onto her was like trying to hold on to a greased pig, and without even intending it, I was holding onto her in places that were pretty damn interesting."

Dad laughed. "You can thank me for that later."

"Thank you?"

"Hell yeah. You think I don't know what Marie's like? When I saw those women stripping down to their T-shirts and panties, I knew she was up to no good. Your Mom might have some self-control, but Marie's a walking hormone. I figured a little bouncing around might do my boy a little good. I don't think there was a single pot-hole I missed."

I laughed. "I guess I do owe you a thanks. Troublemaker. Mom mentioned how Aunt Marie welcomed you into their home the first time."

"She was brazen, no doubt about it. Naked big titty teenager climbing in the shower with me. To this day, I still haven't told your mother the whole story, for fear it would cause a rift between 'em that might never heal."

I chuckled. "Don't hold back on my account."

Dad took a sip of his bear. "No you don't. This story telling ain't about me, not this time."

I couldn't believe we were talking like that. Once we'd started hunting, we joked around more, and hinted at things, but not so openly. I told him about holding Aunt Marie, playing with her, stripping her practically naked. Getting my hand in her pants, and how she'd been playing with me.

"Pretty incredible, I bet. Almost shameful the way God split them up. Blessing your Mom with the most incredible ass ever, and legs that can stop traffic, then putting that unbelievable rack on her sister."

"Good thing you're an ass-man," I teased.

"Good thing your Mom believes that," he said softly.

I let that statement go, afraid to chase down that trail. "I swear, Dad, I'd have been happy as hell just to get to play with her tits. The fondling and feeling her up was a bonus. It's those damn tits of hers I've been dreaming about since I was old enough to care."

"Join the team, bucko. I don't know a man alive that could resist 'em."

"Yet, somehow, you've managed to," I observed.

He nodded. "For the most part. If it was anyone but Marie, your mother's damn sister, I'm not sure I'd want to. But anything I did with your Aunt would sure as shit get back to Alice, and she might forgive me with some other tramp, but not with Marie. Not a chance in hell." He turned to me, finishing his beer. I noticed he was working through them pretty quick. I decided to catch up a bit, and pounded the rest of mine.

"I guess you learned about that, huh? Anything you did in that backseat, your Momma was bound to find out. 100% guaranteed. You should understand that. You keep doing things with your Aunt, Alice is gonna know."

"I know. Now. I didn't then."

"You really made her come for you?" he asked quietly.

"In a big way. She had set some limits at the beginning of our playing around. She told me I couldn't..." I was stuck for a way to put it.

"You couldn't fuck her?" Dad finished my statement succinctly.

"Yeah, at least not then, not in the car with Colin in the front seat."

Dad chuckled. "Every word of that statement was carefully planned. Believe me. She knew exactly what she was saying and implying. She's a vixen."

"After she came for me, she stripped me naked, straddled me and practically begged me to break our rules. I wasn't ready for that, no way. I mean, she was rubbing against me, skin on skin, pushing down on me, grinding like a mad woman. I made her come again, even harder than the first time. It was a miracle y'all didn't hear it."

He laughed. "You've got good instincts. I'll give you that. You get a woman off good enough, and she'll be begging for more. Pavlovian. She'll always come back to the bringer of pleasure." We'd finished up the lion's share of the rough butchery, but things were slowing down.

"You didn't do it though, did you? You didn't screw her?"

"No. Not that I wasn't tempted. Wrong place, wrong time. And I wasn't sure I wanted to go that far. Not completely. So many possible problems." I admitted.

"Still, nothing to complain about. Not by a long shot. I'd have traded seats with you in a heart-beat, if not for your mother."

"That wasn't the end of it. What we were doing had me at my limits. I was going to have to finish, but was afraid of making a mess. Aunt Marie had a solution. She got down on the floorboards and finished me with her mouth."

"Jesus H. Christ! Marie? Gave you a blow-job in the car?"

He made a good act of being surprised, if Mom had told him the full story last night. "Yeah. I don't know if you remember, but when she first took me in her mouth, I was surprised and yelled out. That's when we started talking about our hunting that day. She was sucking me off the whole time."

"How was she?" Dad asked, his interest definitely piqued.

"Fucking incredible. Of course I don't have a lot to compare her against. Penny of course, and a couple of others that were nothing to brag about. But Aunt Marie killed them all."

"Better than Penny then?"

"Penny's just learning. I was her first blow-job. She can't take much more than my head and a couple of inches, but she's so damn cute when trying. Watching her pretty face, blushing with embarrassment while she sucks me, I thought that was pretty spectacular."

"No shit. That's something I wouldn't mind seeing," Dad laughed.

I wiped my hands down and pulled out my phone. I scrolled down to the pictures, and passed it over. "Don't tell Mom, Ok?"

He was flipping through the images, obviously entranced. "Damn, she's a pretty girl. Surprised she sees anything in a scrub like you."

I laughed. "I could say the same about you old man. Like there's anyway you deserve someone as hot as Mom."

He grinned, passing me back the phone. "You got me there. Shit, I wish I'd had a camera when your Mom first went down on me. Un-fucking-believable."

"I bet."

"Why wouldn't you want me to tell your Mom about this? You don't think she knows a thing or two about blow-jobs?"

"To hear her tell it, she knows a lot more than a thing or two," I laughed.

"Jesus, Jeremy! How much did you talk about?"

"A lot."

Dad picked up the packaged meat and stuck it in the freezer. He brought us both back a couple of beers. "You feeling up to telling your old man the rest of the story? The second half of your adventure last night?"

"You don't mind hearing it?"

"If you don't mind sharing." He closed up the coolers, even though we hadn't quite finished. We were 90% done. "You can finish up the rest of the butchering tomorrow. Let's move this out to the porch."

While I was washing up, and cleaning our utensils, Dad did some organizing and grabbed us a six-pack. Good thing. I imagined it was going to be some thirsty work.

Dad brought the guns out to the porch, so we could give them a good cleaning. I wasn't sure how happy I was about that. With the story I was about to tell, I was glad there was no ammo out there.

I explained how angry Mom was, and how I had to give her every little detail about my shenanigans with Aunt Marie. "Hell, as soon as Aunt Marie got out of the Jeep, she went to Mom and told her I had the sweetest cum she'd ever tasted."

Dad broke out laughing. A deep gut laugh. "That little bitch. She knows how to press your Mom's buttons, you've got to give her that much."

I explained that I'd done more showing than telling, the whole time watching Dad to see if he'd suddenly decide to take my head off. He seemed more intent on breaking down the firearms for cleaning. I talked about the touching, the holding, brushing her thigh, moving her around my lap, pressing my erection against her. I explained how Mom had my hard-on wedged between her cheeks when she decided to show off. "'Bet your Aunt can't do that,' she said."

"She's got a point. Not much of an ass on Marie. Still, kind of surprising Alice would try something like that. It's the competition with her sister, you know."

"I get it now. That's when I got to asking her about what the deal was with her and Aunt Marie. She opened up to me like I never would have imagined. We spent a long time, easily half the trip, her telling me the history with Aunt Marie, starting in high-school and all about you guys. God, Dad, to hear her tell the story of you shooting down her sister, you had to be there. It was like she was describing a legend. 'Nice tits, but I'm an ass-man. Have you seen the ass on your sister? God Almighty!' It was like a holy sermon she was sharing. I'd never heard anyone talk about someone else like she was talking about you. I never thought I could be so jealous of anyone, especially not you and Mom."

"You should have seen her back then, Jeremy. She's a beautiful woman now, but when I saw that little freshman, pretty as a picture, with an ass worthy of carving in stone, I had to get to know her. She was sweet, innocent, and unbelievably nice. She had no idea how beautiful she was, spending the last few years in her sister's shadow."

"Hard to believe Mom could get any prettier."

"Not prettier, different. God, I had it bad for her."

"From the look of things earlier, I'd say you still do."

I couldn't believe I saw my father blush. "She still does it for me. Twenty years, and when I saw her ass in those pants, I still almost lost it on the spot."

"There you are!" I heard Mom call out, nearly making me jump through my skin.

She walked out, hot and sweaty from the workout in a 100 degree room. "What're you guys up to?" she asked.

"Chatting. Man talk." Dad said abruptly.

She nodded. "I'm going to take a bath." She faced my father, "Can you help me out of this top? I can barely lift my arms."

She turned her back to us, and Dad got up, grabbed the bottom, and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked from the waist up. He reached around her and I could tell he was grabbing her tits. "Harold!" Mom hissed, looking over her shoulder.

"Have I told you how much you drive me crazy, Alice?" he said softly, still loud enough for me to hear it.

"I'm a mess," she murmured.

He turned her around, giving me a flash of tit before his body got in the way. "Harold!" she gasped.

He kissed her. Really kissed her. I watched her hands move around his body, clasping him. They were turned at a bit of an angle, and I saw his near hand slide into the back of her pants, tugging them down her hips a few inches.

I probably should have been embarrassed or something. Instead, I drank my beer, and watched with more than a little envy.

He pulled away, letting me see a glimpse of her tit again. Damn it. I was hard for my Mom, and my father was only a few feet away.

"Do you know how much I love you?" he said to her.

She nodded quietly.

"If we didn't have an audience, do you know what I'd have you doing?" he teased.

I saw a slow smile appear on her face. I almost lost it when I saw her open her mouth in an 'O' and push her cheek out with her tongue a couple of times. "After," she said softly.

"You bet your sweet ass," he laughed. He turned her around, letting me see her pants were already half-way down her butt, the top of her crack temptingly exposed. He slapped her on that big bubbly butt. "Go bathe. Clean everything."

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Mom wiggled her ass. "You boys have fun," she said cheerfully, heading into the house.

Dad sat back down and took a deep swig of beer. "Almost forty years old. Your Penny might be cute as a button, but she's got nothing on your mother."

"I'll drink to that," I said, holding out my bottle.

Dad smiled, clinking glass. "Not that there's anything wrong with Penny, mind you."

"Hell no. But she's not Mom. Not by a long shot."

"Still, she's not bad. And from what you're saying, a willing learner. We'll give her bonus points for being a barely legal, innocent hard body. How's things between you and her? Haven't seen much of her lately."

"It's so-so. I think we both know that once I've gone to college, it's over."

"Then I'd figure you'd be taking advantage of these last few weeks. She may not be your Aunt Marie, but I imagine she's as willing, and a lot less trouble."

I had to laugh. "Not near willing enougth so far. It's taken most of the year to get to a blow-job. I don't imagine I'll get any further before we both leave."

"Now that's a damn shame. Can I give you a piece of advice?"

"If it has to do with women, I'd be a fool not to listen."

He chuckled. "Young women today don't want to go to college inexperienced. That last summer makes for willing experimenters. If Penny's not one of them, you might want to cut bait, and troll elsewhere."

I was surprised when Mom showed back up, a six-pack in her hand, holding her arm across her bare breasts, hiding very little. Tight yoga pants, pushed down on her hips, barefoot. Fuck, she was tempting. "Looked like you guys were bone dry out here. That's no way to have a man-to-man." She put the beer on the table, leaned over and kissed me on the cheek, then gave Dad a better kiss, before departing.

I couldn't help but stare at her, coming and going.

Dad coughed to get my attention. When I looked at him, he was grinning. "About Penny?"

"Truth is, I haven't been pursuing much. I don't want to hurt her feelings."

"Making a woman out of her wouldn't hurt her feelings. I'd guess the opposite. Better you, who cares for her, than the first upperclassmen whose eye she catches. I read once 20% of girls lose their cherry their first year in college. Half of them lose it before then. Penny's already behind the curve."

"Worth thinking about."

"Now that you've done your best to distract me from your story, you want to get back to it?" Dad said, opening two of our new beers, and passing me one of them. I could already feel the first four, and considered passing on it, but that wouldn't be manly now, would it? And Dad was definitely all about being a man.

I took a long drink, building up some courage. I was still confused and surprised by their latest actions. I had a feeling there was a message for me, in the way Dad was acting with Mom. Was he showing off? Proving his place with her? Or was he teasing? God, I was nervous about how things were going, but I figured Mom was right. Hell, he already knew most of it. I'd have to see if I could finish the discussion without mentioning the part where I fucked his wife.

"We were talking about you visiting her family for the first time, and Aunt Marie coming on to you, right?" I asked, receiving a nod in return. "Mom said that was when she lost her virginity. I couldn't believe it. She was sitting in my lap, wearing only a t-shirt and shorts, telling me you were her first. How you were so patient, going down on her over and over again, to get her ready." I took another sip. "I was hard, Dad. Really hard. It was so embarrassing, getting hard for Mom. I couldn't help it. Not between reliving what Aunt Marie had done, holding Mom in my lap, and then listening to her tell her story."

"I should hope the fuck so," Dad said, leaning back. "Not much of a man if that didn't get you worked up." He took a sip of his beer. "Mom or not."

I grinned. "The point was, I was hard as stone, and she noticed. She couldn't help but notice, the way we were seated. She actually touched me, commenting on how similar you and I were. I think that was what had her going. She kept telling me how much I was like you at this age. She closed her eyes, and described how you took her the first time, and I don't even think she realized what she was doing. That was when things changed. I mean, before then, I hadn't done anything more than hold her. I hadn't touched her bad, or nothin', I swear. Then she held my cock, telling me all about your history, her first time, tying a bow around her ass for Valentine's Day, all the blow jobs she gave you, even about the first time she really liked sex - the night you wore her ass out, flipped her over and pounded her into multiple orgasms."

Dad was watching me intently. "She told you about all of that? Jesus, Jeremy, doesn't a man's love life get any privacy?"

"I swear, Dad, I wish I could have taped it. She was so into it, her eyes closed, reliving it all in her mind. She worships you. She practically came just talking about it. It was so hard to hold her, and hear her talk about another man like that, even if it was you. I was so fucking jealous. I know it's wrong, but Damn, Dad! She's telling me how good she is at blow-jobs, how often you do it, and that she'll do it for you anytime you ask. How she'll deny you nothing. That you take her ass at least a couple of times a week. God, it was so weird hearing that about Mom."

He nodded. "I imagine it would be. You're Mom gets kind of worked up when she's drinking, then that bit with Marie, it's a recipe for trouble." He grinned, playing with the label on his beer. "She exagerrates a bit. I don't take her up the backdoor twice a week, probably not even once a week. She won't do it anytime I ask. She has her limits. Pretty hard ones. She is generous and accomodating. I'll give her that."

"Can you imagine? I never thought about Mom like that. Aunt Marie, of course. But not Mom. It's not that she's not pretty, I'm not stupid. But she was just my Mom. Then to hear her talk about you. Her panties getting wet while she talked, her hand sliding down and holding me, telling me how I was big around, like you. How wonderful you were, that you were the best man she'd ever known, like I didn't know that."

"She said that?"

"You know how she remembers every word about how you rejected Aunt Marie? Mom is in my lap, holding my cock in her hand, describing losing her virginity to you. 'Your father's a good man. The best I've ever known.' Her exact words. I'll never forget them." I put the beer aside, and started reassembling my rifle. "She started talking about Aunt Marie, and how she had to get married first, the issues with getting pregnant and how that brought them back together again. She said things had improved, and she'd gotten over most of the past. Then she dropped the bomb. She told me that Aunt Marie was trying to steal me away from her."

Dad grunted. "Fuck. She'd see it that way of course. Maybe rightfully so. We can't ever really understand the dynamics between them."

"Yeah. She was furious that Aunt Marie said I had the sweetest cum she'd ever tasted."

Dad laughed at that. "She's got a point. Your Aunt is known for being stingy with the BJs, while your mother considers that her personal area of expertise. That would burn her up."

"I know. That was the end of the intimate chat-time, and Mom wanted the rest of the story about exactly what happened between me and Aunt Marie."

"And you were still re-enacting as much as telling?" Dad asked, settling back with a new beer. I was getting left behind. He'd finished two while I was working on my last one.

"Mostly. I didn't mean nothing by it, I wasn't thinking straight. I feel like such a shit now, handling Mom like that, your wife. I swear, Dad, I'm so sorry! It was just that she was there, half naked, in my lap, talking about such naughty things. Then when I would show her what I was doing with Aunt Marie, God! It made my head near explode. I hope you're not too angry with me. That you'll forgive me. I swear Dad, the last thing I want to do is interfere in any way between you and Mom. It would destroy me to mess that up."

Dad watched me quietly. "Take it easy, Jeremy. Let's not worry about that right now. I don't think we're going to be any the worse off for you taking a few liberties with your Mom. Let's finish the story, and we can talk about repercussions later. Ok?"

I nodded. I described how Aunt Marie was sitting on my lap, encouraging me to play with her tits. How the touching escalated as I fondled Aunt Marie's boobs and removed her shirt, while she rubbed my cock. "That's how I got Mom's shirt off, but she wasn't rubbing me anymore, she was more fixed on what exactly happened. Every little detail. Even to the point of describing how I'd gotten Aunt Marie off. When I started showing her, I thought for sure she'd stop me, but she didn't."

"Jesus, Jeremy! Don't tell me you fingered your mother!"

I was embarrassed. Obviously he felt I'd stepped way over the line, and he was right. "Dad, listen. It was a crazy time last night. I did some stupid things, and Mom let me. But I don't want to lie to you about it."

"You didn't do everything you did with your Aunt, did you?" He looked both worried and upset.

"No! I made her come for me, exactly like I made her sister, and I explained how the next part came to happen, with her removing her panties and straddling me, both of us practically naked. I don't know if she would have done it, but you have to remember, I still wasn't thinking straight about the competition thing. When I told Mom she might not be able to turn around, lifting her leg straight up in the air, over my head, like Aunt Marie had done, Mom gave me grief, and proved she was just as flexible as her sister, if not more so. I guess the Yoga pays off. Of course at the end, she was sitting naked in my lap, facing me, rubbing my hardness between her legs."

Dad shook his head. "I swear, there probably was only one chance in a million of getting your mother like that, and you found it, telling her she couldn't do something her sister could."

I nodded. "I know that now. She's kind of predictable like that. I wouldn't do that on purpose, I didn't know. I told her how worked up I had been with Aunt Marie, about to make a mess, with no way to clean it up. I'm holding her by the hips, sliding her wetness up and down my aching cock. Aunt Marie's solution was to get on the floor boards and blow me. Mom went ballistic when I told her that. She was so angry, I'm surprised she didn't crawl into the back seat and throttle her sister. As it was she told me that we were done with show-and-tell, and she started to get dressed again."

"But you wanted to, didn't you?"

"I had mixed feeling, honestly. I mean, Hell, she's beautiful, and talking about how good she was had me wanting her bad. At the same time, she's my Mom, and as soon as she put on her shirt, I couldn't stop thinking how I'd fucked up, touching her and all. I was practically groveling through my apologies."

Dad put his fully reassembled gun aside, thankfully. "Don't take this wrong, but you don't apologize for doing what any sane man would do. What you did was wrong, not just because she was your Mom, but you betrayed my trust in you. Still, you don't tell her your sorry after you did it. It's a screwed up message. If anything you tell her it was good. Don't thank her like a wimp, and don't apologize." He finished his last beer. "It's water under the bridge. It happened. I'm not happy about it, but I can't say I'm surprised given the situation. Hell, I have to take part of the blame. If you'd started with Alice on your lap, I dare say none of this would have happened." He shook his head, draining his beer. "Your Mom is no longer just your mother, now she's a sexy, beautiful woman. That can't be helped. You understand that you can never say a word about this to anyone, right?"

"Of course! God, who would I talk to about it?"

He held my eyes with his. "Me. You can talk to me. I understand. I'm not going to kick your ass, or punish you for doing what you did. The God's honest truth is I don't know if I'd have had any more restraint. Probably less with Marie. Your relationship with your Mother's changed, for better or worse. Whatever happens in the future, you can talk to me about it. Man to man. And not just about your mother either. Marie, or Penny, or anyone else for that matter. I'm here."

I finished my beer, putting it down, and turning to him. "You know this is messed up, right? Talking to you, about this?"

He nodded. "But I also see where you're coming from. This opening up, this talking about your Mother as a woman, and our history, your honesty about this, it's ... I don't know, it's special. I'm just a guy, you know, and that's my woman. Mine. But you're not some poacher, you're my son. You can't know what that means. Not until you have your own."

I chuckled, humor the instant defense against anything sentimental. And I was afraid if I didn't laugh, I'd cry. "Mom said pretty much the same thing."

"She's right. It's weird. I'm fucking confused. I'm not ashamed to admit it. I want to tear into you for messing with my girl, at the same time I want to congratulate you, and even thank you for opening up about everything. I want to hear about you nailing that teasing bitch Marie, someday soon, and still I want to stop you, knowing how it would drive your Mom bats." He grinned. "If you do manage that one, have your camera ready. Those are some pictures I'd love to see."

"What pictures?" I heard my Mom ask, once more nearly making me leap ten feet in the air. She moved around so damn quietly. We were going to have to put a bell on her, if Dad and I were to have any more private talks.

Dad grinned. "Can I show her? Penny?"

I rolled my eyes, "Dad..."

"I won't if you don't want me to," he said.

"Jeremy! Are you keeping things from me now? After everything?" she asked, suddenly blushing when she realized what she was saying.

I passed the phone over, and gave it to Dad. "Knock yourself out."

He turned away from the table, and patted his lap. "C'mere Alice, let me show you a little of what our boy's been up to."

Mom gave me a smile, then sat down sideways across Dad's legs, the lower part of the robe opening, exposing her thighs all the way to her hip. Sitting in his lap. I was instantly jealous. That should be my lap she was sitting on. She was my lap Mom.

They were both huddled around the phone screen, getting an eyeful of my girlfriend's efforts. Penny would be horrified. "Hey, guys, you can't talk about this, Ok? It would kill Penny to know I was letting anyone see those pictures."

"We'll keep it in the family," Dad told me, while Mom figured out how to zoom in on parts of the picture.

"Who's that remind you of?" Mom asked jokingly, holding the camera up to Dad.

Dad grinned. "A certain, inexperienced freshman as I recall." Dad turned to me. "I still can't believe you're not hittin' that. She's a cutie."

I rolled my eyes. "We had this discussion. I'm going to give it a shot, Ok? It's not like it's that easy. We've been away at the cabin half the time, and even when we're both around, it's a little tough to find places to be alone."

Mom turned to me, and I saw that Dad had his arms around her waist, one sliding inside her robe, obviously playing with her tit. "It you want some privacy, you can always bring her around here. I'll make sure to give you a little space. You always have your bedroom."

I was more than a little surprised. "Over Christmas break you gave me hell for bringing a girl into my bedroom."

"That was before. You've graduated, about to go off to college. Things are different. And besides, it was that trashy little whore Tammy I disapproved of, not you having a nice girl like Penny over."

"Jesus, Mom! Now you tell me? Hello? A little info like that might have helped."

She raised her eyebrows at me. "Me? If we knew a little about your girlfriends, and we didn't have to hear about it second hand, maybe we could have talked about it. You think I like having to hear about your conquests from Marie? You never tell me anything anymore."

I blushed. She was right. I was very private about that kind of stuff, at least until the last two days. I sat back. "You're right Mom. As always. Don't you get tired of always being correct?"

She smiled. "Nope. But I'll take a little of the blame. It's not like we'd opened up much in the past."

Dad laughed. "Not like the last 24 hours, that's for damned sure."

I nodded. "No more secrets. Hell, I could use some advice. It's not like I've made much progress on my own."

Mom grinned, turning the phone screen toward me, with the close-up of Penny's mouth wrapped around my shaft. "Not doing too bad." She showed Dad the image. "What do you think?"

"I wouldn't be whining," he smirked. "She might be new at that, but she looks willing enough. You'll be able to train her. Hell, I bet in a few weeks, she'd put your Aunt to shame."

"Harold!" Mom hissed, poking him.

"What? It's true, and you know it! Attitude is 9/10 of a great blow job, and your sister is the poster girl for the wrong one." He turned to me. "How does Penny feel about it?"

God, these conversations were becoming awkward. "She was the one who suggested it, actually. She was worried she wouldn't be any good, but I have to say, she seemed to like doing it, and once I got that first one, the next dozen or so were all incrementally better. And she swallows with a smile. I like that a lot."

Mom grinned. "Sounds like a keeper. Some girls really like doing it. And if they do, they usually become very good at it. You just have to keep working with her." She turned, her arm around Dad's neck, hugging him. "Your father taught me almost everything I know."

Dad grinned. "She knows a lot. She was a complete natural. By our second week together, she was the best I'd ever had." He was still fondling her. Her movement in his lap, and his caresses had opened her robe halfway, and I was seeing a lot of flesh. I could have seen her tit if Dad's hand wasn't in the way.

Mom smiled. "Have her over soon. Maybe for dinner. We'll let you have the evening with her, and see if you can't make a little more progress." Mom was wiggling in Dad's lap. "What's got you so worked up?" she asked him, making a show of rubbing her ass against his crotch. "You like the idea of that little girl giving our boy a blow-job, don't you? Maybe you'd like to help train her? Pretty little teenager choking on your big, thick cock?"

"Please," Dad growled. "You and I both know she couldn't hold a candle to you."

"Big blue eyes looking up at you, pushing her hair back out of the way so you can see her beautiful face," she said softly, slowly, sexily. "Teenage painted lips stretched tight around your thickness. Holding her head while you pushed past her resistance, her innocent tongue teasing you. Don't tell me you wouldn't like that."

"Mom!" I said. "That's my girlfriend you're talking about."

"Alice," Dad said warningly.

She laughed. "Oh, so it's Ok for you to feel up your Dad's girl, but you would begrudge him the same? Don't you think you should at least let him hold her in his lap, both of them naked? Wouldn't that be fair?"

"God, Mom, this isn't some kind of trade!"

Mom grinned, reaching down between her and Dad. "Your father likes the idea. A lot. I can tell, even if he won't admit it. The big guy don't lie."

"Enough, Alice!" Dad barked. "This kind of teasing is why he doesn't share more of his life with us. Nobody likes a tease."

Mom pouted. "I'm not teasing. Not completely," she said softly.

He lifted her off his lap. "You're done teasing me," he growled, standing up and jerking his pants down roughly. I could see why Mom said Dad and I were so much alike.

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"Harold!" Mom gasped.

"Now Alice. I'm not waiting a minute more."

She stood and moved next to him. "Let's go upstairs. I'll make it good."

"You'll do it now. Don't make me repeat myself."

Mom took off her robe, suddenly naked except for panties, folding it and putting it in front of Dad's feet before kneeling on it. "Jeremy? Can your father and I have a little privacy?" she asked piteously.

I started to stand up, but Dad glared at me. "Sit down. Don't let her tell you what to do."

I was embarrassed for her. She was already licking Dad's hardness, her eyes glancing over at me in shame. "She's my mom. She's supposed to tell me what to do."

"Not when she's naked. Then she's a woman. And you're a man, or I hope to God I've raised you to be a man. Sit down and see what a real blow-job should be like. Then you can give your girlfriend some pointers next time around."

"Please, Harold," Mom pleaded, stroking him. "This is wrong." For someone who thought it was wrong, Mom wasn't hesitating over performing in front of me. Hell, she even turned to give me an improved view.

"How is this any worse than you playing grab-ass with him in the car, 3 feet from me. Letting him make you come on his fingers. You forgot to mention that little detail, didn't you? And Marie gave him a blow-job? How come I find out about that from him, and not from my wife of 19 years."

Mom had to pull his cock out of her throat to answer. "I told you about Marie. How she said she loved his taste."

"No, you said she told you he had the sweetest cock. That could mean anything."

"I...I thought I told you," she whined.

"No you didn't. You were holding back. Hell if I know why. Your sister gave our boy a blow-job in the back of our car, and you didn't think that was worth sharing with me?" He turned to me. "You weren't lying, boy, were you?"

He seemed pissed off. I wasn't going to contribute to it if I could help. "No Dad. Aunt Marie sucked me the whole time we were talking about our hunting. It was so dirty. When I told you about taking the shot, that 'Bang' was when I came in her mouth. I came a ton, and she swallowed every drop." I was watching Dad hold Mom's head and push her down on his cock. "We barely had time to get dressed before we were getting gas, then she had to go and tell Mom that I had the sweetest cum. Mom was furious by the time we left."

Dad looked down at Mom, while her eyes looked back and forth between us, sucking him deeply. "Was the Colin stuff crap, just to get Jeremy away from your sister?"

She pulled off gasping. "No. He was being bad, I swear. But that was only part of it. I did want our boy away from that conniving slut. From the very beginning, but you were being obstinate. You wanted him with her, didn't you?" Mom sounded angry. "You knew what would happen."

Dad was standing the whole time. After her accusation he sat down, opening his legs, and pulled her forward, back onto his cock. "You were both drunk, wearing only a t-shirt and panties, and practically begging to sit on the boys' laps. I thought it would be better if it was her on his lap, rather than you. God, woman, you're too much temptation for the boy. An ass like yours rubbing against him for 2 hours? I couldn't do that to him. So I gave him Marie. I knew you could handle Colin."

Mom's head was bobbing up and down in his lap. I pulled my chair closer for a better view, the steel legs scraping noisily against the concrete, no subtleness about it. Mom turned her head, and I almost crapped my pants when she winked at me. Things got quiet for a few minutes, while Mom took exquisite care of Dad. He reached for his beer which appeared to be just out of reach. I got up and got it for him, so he wouldn't have to move. He took a long swig. Mom just kept on going. And going.

I finally had to ask, "Jesus, Dad, how can you last this long? With Penny, I was lucky to last two minutes. Same with Aunt Marie. Against that assault I don't think I'd last 30 seconds."

He chuckled. "A lot of practice and training. Tell him, Alice, how long did I last the first few times?"

She pulled off of him, and I saw she was smiling, stroking his thick cock. "First time? Not even 5 seconds. As soon as he was in my mouth he was coming. God, I almost choked to death. I wasn't ready for it." She looked up at Dad and smiled. "He wanted me bad back then." A long slow lick had me squirming.

Dad laughed. "Back then?"

She grinned, sucking him once, deeply. "I don't think he lasted more than a couple of minutes ever in those first few weeks. But we worked on it together, taking breaks when needed, changing things up, learning together. Doing it back-to-back helped. Now, he comes when he wants to, no matter what I do." She lowered her face, looking at me, while she sucked.

Dad chuckled, reaching down and caressing her face. "Don't believe her. She lets me enjoy it, but when she's determined, I'm still helpless. She's playing now. She knows it, and I know it. It's obvious she likes giving you a show. I could go another ten minutes easy, but if she wanted to, she could have me coming in less than two." He looked down at her, brushing her hair back. "Go ahead, baby. Show him."

Mom looked at me, a smile turning up the edge of her lips. Then she went to work. She took him deep, one hand moving underneath him, the other wrapping around his shaft below her lips. She sucked him fiercely, aggressively, her mouth pounding down on him, his entire length disappearing. Dad leaned back moaning softly, while she did her magic.

I eased in closer, amazed, even though I'd been on the receiving end once. I hadn't been able to see it then, and it was a sight to behold. I pulled her hair back away from her face, and caressed her back with my hand. I could feel her tremble when I touched her.

Dad was right. It couldn't have been more than a minute before he was holding her head and exploding between her lips, groaning her name. Her movements changed, becoming more gentle, more playful, while she finished him. When she pulled away a full minute or more later, he was only half-hard, and his cock was clean.

He tilted up her chin, smiling. "Still incredible. The best ever."

Mom gave his cock a kiss, then climbed back into his lap. He held her close, and they kissed briefly.

"Did you notice?" she asked him. "When he pulled my hair back and touched me? God, I came so hard, I almost had to stop."

Dad smiled, his eyes only for her. "I noticed. So fucking hot, I almost lost it right then." He turned to me. "Was your Aunt anything like that?" he asked with a smirk. He knew the answer.

I shook my head. "Jesus, Dad. I didn't know. Aunt Marie didn't blow me, she let me come in her mouth. I'm going to have to teach her how to give a blow-job like that."

Mom and Dad both laughed. "Good luck with that," Dad said. "I'd concentrate on Penny, she's a lot more likely to have that kind of potential. Give her 20 years, and maybe she'll be half as good as your mother."

Mom blushed. "Now you're teasing me," she said softly.

"God's truth. You are one in a million. Saying she'll be half as good as you in 20 years is giving her the benefit of the doubt," Dad told her, hugging her close. "I'm the luckiest man in the world."

He turned to me. "Show's over, young man. I'm going to take your gorgeous Mom upstairs now. You know how I told you she has the most incredible ass ever? I'm not talking about how it looks."

She giggled, doing a little wiggle in his lap.

I stood up and gave her a hand, getting up off of Dad. I leaned over and picked up her robe, opening it for her. She slid her arms into the sleeves, before turning to face me. "Enjoy the show, Jeremy?" She reached down and rubbed the front of my pants.

"Don't tease the boy, Alice," Dad growled.

She pouted cutely. "Close the deal with Penny, or you'll be getting blisters on your palms."

Dad opened his arm for her, and she slid in close. "Can you clean up for us, son?"

"No problem. Have fun," I teased.

He smiled. "I can pretty much guarantee that."

Fifteen minutes later I was upstairs. The parents were the noisiest they'd ever been, and when I walked by their room, I saw the door was wide open, and Mom was riding Dad, facing the door. She smiled and winked at me, then lifted her hips high, and let me see her slowly take his full length, groaning loudly. I headed for my room, leaving my door open as well, taking my time releasing my own need, several times, while imagining it was me making Mom scream like that.Hope you enjoyed this chapter in the Lap Moms saga. Chapter 3 should be available soon. Thanks for the reads and votes.

Two Moms, Two Laps: Innocence Lost - Incest/Taboo

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There was an error in the original submission process, and only part of the first page got through. This is the full chapter. Sorry.When I woke, I could tell it was late from how bright the room was. One glance at my clock confirmed it. Almost 10:00 am. What the Hell, it was vacation, I'd earned it.

I hit the head, taking a quick leak and cleaning up. Dad was at work. That meant Mom was available. I had unfinished business with her. I was still worked up after last night's show.

I headed down the hall, naked, and found her still asleep. That was a first. Mom's idea of sleeping in was hitting snooze once at 8:00 am. I slid into bed behind her, taking her in my arms. She sighed, leaning into me.

"Morning, Mom. Are we a little tired?" I asked, my hands caressing her naked body.

"Don't Jeremy, please. We can't. Not in your father's bed."

I kissed her shoulder, pulling the covers back so I could see her. She rolled onto her back, looking up at me through heavy lidded eyes. I kissed her softly on the lips. She returned the kiss lovingly, but with none of the passion I was hoping for. I gazed down at her glorious body, surprised to see she had a hickey on her neck, and several more on her breasts. Dad was marking his territory.

I cupped her tit in my hand, tugging gently on the nipple. She flinched, grunting softly. "Please, baby. Every inch of my body is sore and aching. Not now."

I caressed her, kissing her cheek. "Let me run a bath for you. It'll help you feel better."

She nodded, closing her eyes and turning away from me.

Ten minutes later, I helped her into the steaming bubble bath, putting her bath cushion behind her neck. I left her there, going down to the kitchen and turning on the coffee. I took my time, letting her soak, while I had some cereal. I made her some toast and jam, and brought it to her. She let me feed her in the tub, while she relaxed.

"God, he was out of control last night," she finally said, sipping her coffee. "I've never seen him like that. I feel like I've been gang-raped."

I got her out of the bath, onto wobbly legs, dried her off, and brought her back to her bed. "Relax, Mom. Let me take care of you." I got her a few aspirin and some water, convincing her to take them. Then I put her on her belly, and gave her a nice gentle massage.

"Massage oil's in the bottom drawer," she murmured softly.

I found it, among a drawer full of sex toys. My parents were freaks. "Really Mom? Five, six, no seven different types of dildos? Jesus, I don't know what half of this stuff is for!"

She chuckled, "Your Dad sure does. I think he went through all of them last night, some of them twice."

I closed the door, and used the oil to rub her down, extra careful with her rear after she groaned the first time I touched her. Her ass cheeks were bruised. "What happened here, Mom? Did he beat you?"

She chuckled. "No, but he does like to spank me, doggy style, and he has a bad habit of grabbing my ass really tight when he's hammering me. Probably a little bruised from his fingers."

I could make out the lines of his fingers, little black and blue bruises evenly spaced on both cheeks, where his fingertips had dug into her skin. Blasphemous. I got some aloe and rubbed it in, hoping the cooling effect would help. She groaned a couple of times, and moaned loudly when I opened her cheeks. "Gentle, baby. I'm horribly sore back there."

"God, Mom, you're bleeding! Do you need to go to the doctor?"

"Calm down, Jeremy. It happens. Not too often, but sometimes. It'll be OK in a couple of days. I'm not bleeding much, am I?"

"No, but I can see some tears at the opening, and they're seeping blood. What can I do?"

She sighed. "Ice pack, wrapped in a dish towel would help."

I ran downstairs, making her ice pack, and hurried back upstairs. She was just getting off the phone. "Who was that?" I asked, placing the ice pack between her cheeks.

"Marie," she said. "I had to cancel our Yoga session."

I laid down beside her, holding her. "What else can I do, Mom?"

She sighed. "Stop worrying. I'm not made of porcelain. I'm just a little sore. I'll probably be fine by this afternoon." She turned and I saw her grimace. "Or maybe not. Be a dear and look under my sink for a tube labeled lidocaine. It's like a toothpaste tube."

I found it after a minute and returned to her. "Now what?"

"Now a little bit of privacy, while I take care of this," she said.

"I can do it for you, Mom. I promise I'll be careful."

She sighed. "If it won't bother you too much, put a little all around my butt-hole, and a little inside. But be very gentle, Ok?"

She moved the icepack away, and I squirted out some of the lotion onto my finger. I caught my breath. It was so hard to believe what I was doing. Spreading her cheeks, looking at that naughty little puckered hole of my mothers. Not any asshole, but Mom's asshole that had been fucked to shreds just last night. I rubbed it very softly all around her opening like she asked. I got some more lotion and pressed it into her just a bit, making her groan. I stopped abruptly.

"Go on," she said. "Just be careful."

I went as slow as possible, easing it into her, up until the second joint of my finger. Holy crap. I had my finger in her ass. I got hard, and nervous. She sighed deeply as I pulled out. I heard her giggle.

"What?" I had to ask.

"Not what I imagined it would be like, the first time I gave you access to my ass," she laughed. She turned over onto her back, and moved the ice pack between her legs. She grinned, "Your old Mom isn't so sexy now, is she?"

I reclined next to her, holding her. "You're the sexiest woman in the world, Mom."

She reached her arm around me, while I cuddled in close. "I can't do it, Jeremy." She said it so softly, I could barely hear her.

"Do what?"

"I can't be with you. I can't do it to your father. I promised him last night I wouldn't."

"What can't we do?" I asked, deathly afraid of her answer.

"Any of it. No more blow-jobs, no sex of any kind. I'm sorry."

I reached out and cupped her breast, gently. "Is this Ok?"

She sighed deeply. "I've been thinking about it. If you keep above the waist, I won't stop you. That includes kissing and touching like this. But that's it." She hugged me. "I hope you understand. I love your father. More than ever. It's not fair to him. He shouldn't have to share me with you. I'm your mother, not your lover."

I put my finger over her lips. "Shh. I understand. I do. It's not fair to him. You get me, I get you, but he has to give up a little of you. I understand." I kissed her softly, and it grew into a long, warm heavenly thing. "I hate it, but I understand, and I'll go along."

She closed her eyes, leaning back and relaxing. "Touch me, Jeremy," she said softly.

I caressed her upper body, gently, while I showered her with kisses. "I love you so much, baby," she whispered.

I heard the doorbell ring, and I started to get up to answer it.

Mom grabbed my hand tightly. "I...I know it's not fair, but please don't fuck Marie," she said. "Blow-job if you need it, but please..."

"I won't Mom. I promise."

"Penny. Have Penny over, I'll help any way I can, just not my sister." She sounded desperate.

"I got it Mom. Aunt Marie's off-limits. No sex."

She wouldn't let go of my hand, clinging tightly. "I'm sorry," she whimpered, tears rolling down her cheeks. "It's so unfair to you, all of this. But I couldn't stand it. I couldn't. Not her."

I unpeeled her fingers from mine, leaned over and kissed her deeply, while the door rang again. "I love you, Mom. You. Only you. If this is what you need, I understand. Don't worry about it."

I ran down the stairs, skipping every other one, and opened the door without looking out. Speak of the devil. "Aunt Marie," I said with a grin.

She walked in past me, and as soon as the door was closed, she slid into my arms for a big kiss. "How's it going, handsome?"

One touch from my sexy aunt, and I was on my way to forgetting all the promises to my mother. She felt so damn good in my arms. No hesitation, hugging, kissing, willingly. Mine if I wanted, without the drama. Crap.

"I'm not bad. Mom's in pretty rough shape."

She nodded. "Let me take care of her, then maybe you and I can have a little private time."

"By the rules?" I asked.

"If you want. I'm willing either way," she said with a mischievous grin.

"By the rules for now, Ok?"

"You got it. I'll be back in a bit."

It gave me a chance to make a phone call that was way overdue.

I dialed the number from memory. "Penny? I'm back from the cabin. I've missed you..."Half an hour later, Mom was sleeping again, and Aunt Marie and I were naked in my bed, playing. She had an unstated goal. As long as we weren't allowed to have intercourse, she was determined to turn me into her personal oral love slave. We spent nearly two hours in bed, most of it in careful instruction on what to do, and what not to do. It was a little distracting, but I believe I was learning something that would have enormous value in my future. She also gave me a hand-job and with just a little coercion, a blow-job. I loved it, but was sad to notice the difference between what she did, and Mom. I was right. Mom had spoiled me for life.

That was when it hit me. What if she was serious? What if it was over, and she never sucked me again? Fuck! I'd compare every girl I was ever with to her, doomed to come up short. I couldn't, wouldn't let that happen.

When I got hard a third time, I saw that mischievous smile of hers. "God, you have no idea how bad I want to ride that beast," she said.

I had to laugh. "Are you kidding? I want you so bad, Aunt Marie, I'm dying over here."

"If you want it, here it is, come and get it," she said, singing the last part.

"Not going to happen," I reminded her, giving her nipple a teasing twist. "Not until Mom gives her Ok."

She sighed. "That could be tough. Once she's made up her mind, it's nearly impossible to get her to change it. I still think it's a miracle your father gets his way with her."

She climbed out of my bed, and wandered over to the bathroom. "I'll be right back, honey, and we'll take care of that big boy who's being so patient." She took her time. I almost went to go look for her before she appeared, holding a bottle of lotion. "Ta-Da! Time for a treat."

She laid down in the middle of my bed, and I watched while she squirted several ounces of lotion between her tits. "Come fuck your Auntie," she said grinning, holding her tits together.

I straddled her chest, pressing my shaft down into her ample cleavage. She pressed her tits together, making a soft tunnel which I was more than happy to traverse with my cock, repeatedly. It took a little bit to get the mechanics right, but once I had that worked out, amazing.

"Do you like that, sweetie?"

I was breathing hard. "Incredible," I gasped.

"You going to be able to come for me this way?" she asked.

"Soon. Real soon."

"Hold them, sugar. Hold my tits, squeeze them, use them to make yourself happy. My tits are yours, now. Now and forever, love."

I grabbed both, pressing them together, squeezing them tightly, pressing them down around my cock. I moved faster, fucking her tits harder and she squirted more lotion between them, making the going smoother and sexier. It was too much.

"I'm coming," I warned her.

"All over me, baby. Mark me."

I groaned, shooting hard, getting her face, neck and tits. She moaned while I squirted on her.

"Perfect," she said softly, smiling at me. "You like the girls, don't you?"

I couldn't help but smile. I rolled off of her, breathing hard. "I love them. Who wouldn't? You have the best tits ever."

I sat up. "How the hell do any of those idiot husbands ever leave you."

She laughed, playing with my cum. "They never leave me, baby. I leave them." She got up off the bed, looking at herself in the mirror. "You relax, sugar, while I clean up and check on your mother."

I should have known better. Of course she'd do it in the opposite order, checking in on my Mom, with my cum dripping from her face and chest. I was out of it, but you can bet I heard about it later. She came back and reported Mom was doing well, and encouraged me to practice my learning a while. My jaw was sore, and we both might have been a little less energetic, but I found I liked it just as much, lying comfortably between her legs, letting strategically placed pillows hold us in place, and lapping away at Aunt Marie's moist pussy, no hurry to accomplish anything but show her how much I loved and adored her. Her body let me know she appreciated it.

After Aunt Marie left, and my chewin' out from Mom for 'pushing boundaries' e.g. titty fucks, I still had the last of the butchering to finish. Dad and I had finished the lion's share the previous day, but I was still slow compared to the old man and it took me a good part of the afternoon to finally finish. Heading into the house, I was stunned to find Mom dressed, chatting with Penny in the living room.

I was filthy so I kept my distance. "Hey gorgeous, you been here long?"

"No, I came downstairs when I heard the doorbell," Mom answered with a teasing grin.

"Mom! You know I was talking to the other gorgeous girl. I know how long you've been here."

Penny grinned. "Only about 15 minutes or so. Your Mom was sweet enough to keep me company."

"Can you give me another 10 to get cleaned up? I'm a mess," I asked, my hands pointing to my old t-shirt which was sweaty and stained.

Mom answered, "Take your time, sugar. Penny and I have so much catching up to do. I don't think we've had a good sit down since you guys went to Anderson together."

Back in middle school, when I still shared many of the details of my life with Mom. "I'll be back in a flash, I promise."

I hurried upstairs and took a quick shower, spending a couple of extra minutes cleaning up, brushing my teeth, putting on deodorant and cologne, all that good stuff. I think it was still under 15 minutes when I walked into my bedroom to get dressed.

Penny was laying back on my bed, waiting.

"Your Mom said it was Ok to wait for you in here, if you don't mind. She's doing some baking."

I was naked, and embarrassed to be standing there in front of her, while she was totally dressed. I considered grabbing my clothes, when she patted the bed beside her. "Come join me, Jeremy. We should talk."

If I was expecting a big sordid sex scene, I would have been disappointed. We really did talk. Talk about our futures. My leaving to go to college 3 hours away. Penny staying behind, going to the Community College for her first year, making up some remedial college math. We talked about our relationship, where it was, what the summer meant, what the future might hold in store.

It wasn't all talk. I got her shirt off, and we relaxed in each other's arms, both agreeing that what we had was great. I confessed that I'd hoped for more in terms of intimacy, and she admitted she was holding back, afraid of being judged, or even abandoned after giving in to my advances.

"I wasn't your first blow-job, was I?" she asked, reaching down and caressing my hard cock, which didn't realize we were having a serious discussion.

"No, but you were the best," I told her.

She chuckled. "That seems unlikely. I have no idea what I'm doing."

I reached up and brushed her hair back, before bestowing a small kiss on her. "It's like Dad says, attitude is 90% of the job, and with you it's not like I'm torturing you. You actually seem to enjoy it."

She had her hand wrapped around my cock, stroking it slowly. "That's what your Dad says, huh? Kind of weird family discussion."

I nodded. "You have no idea. We've always been pretty private. Ever since Dad and I started hunting together, things opened up a little. This weekend, all the walls came tumbling down, and it seems like there's nothing we can't talk about."

She raised her eyebrows, then gave my cock a tight squeeze. "Is that how come your Mom knows so much about our love life?"

"That, and the fact that Mom and Dad saw the pictures on my phone," I confessed, fearful of that iron grip down below.

"Jesus, Jeremy! You promised!" She looked mortified.

"I know. I'm sorry. Once Dad found out about it, he couldn't wait to show Mom. They were so excited for us. Believe me, I caught a lot of shit for not spending more time with you this summer. I was just so confused about where our relationship was headed, with the big changes a few weeks away." I pulled her closer and pressed my lips to hers softly, tenderly, letting her feel my appreciation of her. "Mom thinks you're the greatest. You're the only girl she'd let me have in my room like this. And Dad, well Dad thinks I'm an idiot for not doting on such a gorgeous girl."

She grinned shyly. "Really?"

I nodded. "Mom was comparing the pictures to their first time doing it. It was pretty weird."

She laughed. "I imagine. I'd just die if my Mom talked about her first blow-job."

"Yeah, and then Dad said, and I quote, 'I can't believe you're not hitting that. She's a cutie.'"

She giggled. "God! Do you guys always talk like that? What did your Mom think?"

"I'm not sure you want to know," I teased, working to get her bra off.

"Right. You can talk about anything with your Mom and Dad, but you can't share with me, your girlfriend for the last year?"

Our hands were getting busier, and I think she liked all the crazy talk. "She suggested I have you over. She promised me all the privacy I needed and said I could have you in my room. She says that in the pictures you seemed to like what you were doing. That girls who like it tend to get good at it. I should work with you on it."

"Now I know you're pulling my leg," she said.

"Not at all. Dad swears that Mom gives the most incredible blow-jobs in the world, and that in twenty years or so, he thinks you could be almost as good." I grinned, looking to see how she'd take that.

"Twenty years! I doubt it would take that long. What do you think?" she asked quietly.

"I think I'd like to find out how good you can get. We could learn together."

She suddenly looked shy. "Would it be slutty if I told you I did like it? A lot?"

"No. I don't think my Mom's a slut, and apparently she loves it."

"What about if I admitted there's a lot I'd like to do before you leave for college? Stuff I'd like to do with you."

"I think it would be incredible. I just feel so strange, going away. You don't think our relationship can last long distance, do you?"

She shook her head. "I think once you're gone, we're pretty much done. I haven't wanted to think about it."

I nodded, hugging her close. "I know. God, it's going to be hard leaving. But it wouldn't be fair to either of us."

She nodded. "I'll tell you what. How about if we're not seeing anyone seriously, whenever we're both home together, we can still get together. Give us some hope for the holidays and for the summer."

"I'd like that. I love spending time with you, I'm sorry I've been so wishy-washy this summer."

"We should have talked it out. I guess I should thank your parents for that." She abruptly laughed.

"What?"

"This is so weird! For the last couple of months, sometimes I felt like all you wanted to do was find somewhere private and get me to suck your dick. Now we're here, alone, privacy ensured, your dick is hard and waiting, and I've told you I like sucking, a lot. Yet all we do is talk."

"Penny, I'm dying to feel your lips around my shaft. But even more, I want to open up to you, completely. I want to know that what we're doing is good for both of us."

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"That's nice. Now can you take a hint? I like sucking. A lot."

"Can you get naked with me?" I asked.

She looked at me intensely. "I'm not sure I'm ready to go all the way."

"I want to see you. That beautiful body I fantasize about. When you're done blowing me, I'm going to return the favor."

She blushed. "I wasn't expecting that," she said shyly.

I pulled her close, and kissed her deeply. "Go clean up in the bathroom. Take your time until you feel comfortable getting back in this bed with me, naked. Then you and I are going to spend from now until dinner learning from each other."

She grinned. "Is that an order?"

"Will that get you in my bed naked for the rest of the afternoon?"

"Your wish is my command." She kissed me, running her hand over my cock, while she climbed off the bed. "I won't be long. Don't get started without me."

The saucy girl dropped her shorts on the way, disappearing into the bathroom wearing only her panties. When I heard the shower start, I threw on some shorts and headed downstairs.

Mom was in the kitchen when I got there. "Taking a break already?" she teased.

"We've just been talking. Mostly about where things were going with us. It was good."

Mom nodded. "That's great. Penny is a darling girl. She likes you a lot."

"How are you feeling?" I asked her, headed for the fridge.

"Much better, thanks baby. The nap and the bath helped a lot."

I was getting bottles of water for both of us. "Things are about to heat up," I confessed. "I have some thirsty work ahead of me. She'll be staying for dinner, by the way."

Mom walked up and put her arms around me. "Damn. If I hadn't promised your father to behave, I'd get your first load out of the way, take the edge off, so you could take your time with her."

"Jesus, Mom! If you're not going to do it, don't talk about it. You're driving me crazy!"

"Do you need a condom?" she asked.

"Not yet. We're not going all the way now. We're just going to play with each other a while."

She sighed. "God, I'm so jealous of that young girl."

"How do you think I feel, after watching the performance you put on last night for me."

She grinned. "Did you like it? I tried to give you a sexy show."

I took the waters in hand, and gave Mom a quick kiss. "I can't be thinking about that now, or I won't last 10 seconds in Penny's mouth."

As it was, I didn't last more than about 2 minutes between Penny's accommodating lips. At least the first time. Once that was out of the way, we both learned how much better it could be with time to relax, privacy, a comfortable setting, and all our concerns openly talked about.

She had told me she liked sucking, and her actions matched her words. She seemed to have a blast getting me hard the second time, giggling and teasing until I was stiff and ready for more.

"This is so cool, Jeremy, watching you go from soft to this. You always start so hard. The change is amazing, feeling you stiffen in my mouth, thickening, filling me."

"It's pretty damn sweet on this end, trust me. You like?"

She sucked me once, deliciously. "I love it."

She played around, trying different things, responding to my reactions, changing things up. She did a lot of licking and kissing, all up and down my shaft. Sucking on the head, stroking with her hand, taking me to the back of her mouth, struggling to take me deeper and deeper, gasping sexily, before laughing.

"I can do it," she growled.

"I don't doubt it."

She sat up, looking at me. "Do you like it? Really? Is it good, or is it just that having any girl's mouth on your cock is a turn on?"

"Penny, you are doing an incredible job. I swear, it's amazing."

"Make sure you tell me if I do anything wrong, or if anything could be better," she said, back to licking my shaft. "How else am I supposed to improve?" She gave me a wink, and I groaned.

She was sucking me steadily, her mouth and hand working in tandem, up and down, up and down, making great progress. I was getting harder and more excited.

Until Mom walked in. Penny damn near bit my cock off, squealing. I grunted painfully.

"Never mind me, kids. I just brought you a snack. Dinner's going to be late. Your father has to finish something up in the office." She walked beside the bed, setting the plate and drinks on the bedside table, watching us with a smile on her face.

Penny had started to pull away at first, but I had held her head in place, my cock pressed against the back of her mouth.

Mom reached over and smacked my hands away. "Don't do that, Jeremy! Never! That's not how you treat a lady. I thought I'd raised you better than that!"

Penny pulled off of me, obviously embarrassed, drool leaking from her lips. She was grabbing at the bed sheet, trying to cover herself up.

Mom helped, pulling the sheet over her. "Don't be shy, honey. It's a beautiful thing you're doing." She stroked the girl's side. "He's behaving, I hope."

Penny looked up, nodding mutely.

Mom leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to embarrass you, I only wanted to make sure that everything was Ok." Mom took the edge of the sheet, and wiped Penny's mouth.

Penny nodded. "It's wonderful."

Mom chuckled. "That's all I needed to know. Can I get you kids anything?"

"A little privacy, Mom?" I reminded her.

"Sure, you're happy enough to watch me go down on your father, but you're not willing to share?" Mom pouted.

Penny gasped. "You're kidding! He watched you?"

Mom settled back onto the bed, caressing Penny's covered leg. "Jeremy's father can be rather demanding on occasion. I interrupted a conversation they were having last night, and I guess he thought I was teasing a little too much. So he had me blow him right there, on the patio, with Jeremy sitting this close," she said, nodding toward my proximity.

"God, that would be so embarrassing," Penny confessed.

Mom nodded. "It was, at first. I couldn't believe that he would do that. In front of my boy. But then, once I got into it, I'm not ashamed to say it was a little exciting, showing off what I could do, making his father squirm for me. When Jeremy pulled my hair out of the way, for a better view, his touch alone set me off. It was incredible."

Penny had uncurled a bit, leaning against me, looking at Mom. It gave me a chance to play with her perky breasts a bit. She seemed utterly fascinated. "I would just die if Mom or Dad saw me doing something like this."

"Like what?" Mom teased.

Penny grinned. She turned and put her mouth over my cock which had softened a little. She sucked me hard, wiggling her head, freeing me with an audible 'pop'. "Like that," she answered.

Mom giggled, reaching out and brushing her hair back. "You like doing it, don't you? Like me."

She nodded. "I love it, Mrs. Davis."

"Alice. Call me Alice, honey. Why would you die if your Mom or Dad saw you?"

"I just would! It would be horrible!"

"They're just people. You're Mom is a girl like us. She knows all about this stuff. I'm sure she's delivered her share of blow-jobs."

"But she's my Mom!" Penny said.

"She's a woman. Your Dad probably wouldn't mind at all. I don't know a man alive who doesn't love a good suck, and they seem to enjoy watching them almost as much as receiving them." She turned to me. "You enjoyed watching Mommy suck your father, didn't you Jeremy?"

"Incredible, Mom," I confessed.

"But he's my Dad!" Penny said.

"He's a man, baby girl. They're all just men. Especially when they're hard, and you're naked."

"This is really weird, Alice," Penny said.

"I understand, sweetie. I'll leave if you want me to. Do you want me to leave now?"

Penny looked back at me, then at Mom. "I, uh..."

Mom interrupted. "I'd like to stay. I'd like to see you do it. Blow my boy. Suck him for me. I'm his mom, I can't, but I'd love to see you do it."

Penny looked at me.

"Suck me beautiful. Get me off, so I can do the same for you."

She glanced back at Mom, pulled the sheet back around her body, and took me in her mouth. I groaned. I couldn't believe she was doing it. Sucking me, with Mom watching. Mom didn't say anything, sitting quietly, running her hand over Penny's shoulders, while my girlfriend sucked me diligently. She was almost working at it, no longer playful.

Mom kissed her on the shoulder. "Don't make a job out of it because I'm here. Have fun. Enjoy it. Tease him. Don't do this for me, do it for him, and for you."

Penny looked back at Mom, pulling her mouth off of me. I saw her grin, and fun Penny was back, licking and teasing, looking up at me, kissing my cock, sucking playfully.

Mom couldn't leave well enough alone, rubbing Penny's shoulders, holding her hair back out of the way. She scooted in closer, leaning over my girlfriend, the sheet that was covering her slowly falling by the way. Penny had been laying sideways, but she scooted over between my legs, looking up at me, while she sucked me wildly. She was fully naked, on her knees, pleasuring me.

Mom stretched out on the bed beside us, her face only a few inches from where Penny was playing. She kissed my hip bone, and I heard a moan escape Penny, who was watching her intently.

"Make him come for us," Mom said softly. "Tell him what you want."

Penny pulled up gasping. "Come for me, Jeremy. Come in my dirty little mouth, while your Mom watches us. Show her how I make you feel."

She started sucking me for real, hand pumping away, my cock disappearing deep into her mouth.

"Fuck, Penny, I'm going to come," I gasped.

"All over my pretty face," she said, her hand a blur on my shaft.

I groaned, unable to hold back. "Oh GOD!" I shouted, exploding, shooting my cream across her nose, cheeks and mouth. She was giggling, pointing my cock at her face, opening her mouth, licking me as my shots faded, rubbing my cock against her cheeks. She looked at Mom, sucking my cum off my cock, before using it to clean her face some more, and licking me clean again.

She was grinning wildly, obviously pleased with herself. Mom reached out and ran her finger along Penny's chin, cleaning her up, then slipped her finger into Penny's mouth. Penny sucked Mom's finger, closing her eyes. Mom cleaned her again, from beside her eye, and then brought the finger to her own mouth, sucking it clean.

Penny moaned, taking Mom's finger back into her own mouth. "God, that was hot, Alice."

Mom leaned in and pressed her lips softly against Penny's. "Thank you so much for letting me be a part of this. I won't forget it." She brushed Penny's hair back, and kissed her on the top of her head. "You're a lucky man, Jeremy."

I laughed. "You don't have to tell me. That much I know."

Mom got up, straightening herself out. "I'll leave you two alone now. I won't bother you again until dinner's ready."

Penny jumped up and gave her a hug. "Thanks, Alice. That was wonderful. And you can come back any time."

Mom hugged her back. "I can't. I don't trust myself. I want you to do for him what I can't. Can you do that for me, honey?"

Penny nodded. "I'm going to drive him crazy for you."

Mom grinned. "I won't hold you up any longer." She leaned forward and gave Penny another small kiss on the lips. Those kisses were killing me. "He's ready for more. I better go before he explodes," Mom said, nodding toward where I was laying, stroking my latest hard-on.

Mom left us, and Penny and I enjoyed a couple of chocolate chip cookies and milk, laughing that Mom still treated us like kids as far as snacks were concerned. Penny was teasing, playing with my cock, while I kissed the cookie crumbs off her mouth.

"You're Mom's a little wild, isn't she?"

I nodded. "I never thought so until recently. But the last few days, definitely."

"She wants you," Penny said.

"I think it's the idea of having me, seeing me with you, that's has her this way. She and Dad are very happy together. They have a great sex life."

"And you know this because..?" she teased.

"They both have told me so. They're very openly affectionate. And loud, when they're in their room, especially when they forget to close their door."

"No shit? Wow, in my house, you'd never know that Mom and Dad had any kind of relationship at all, except they share the same bed."

"That's kind of sad, isn't it? I think it's great that Mom drives Dad crazy, and he adores her. You know, he turned down her kid sister for her."

"Your Aunt Marie?"

"Yep. When they were dating, Aunt Marie actually climbed in the shower with him naked. He turned her away for Mom. They're friends, lovers and partners in everything. I only hope I'm so lucky in love."

She leaned in and kissed my lips. "You're going to be lucky in love today," she said, before lowering her head back into my lap.

"Hey! It's supposed to be my turn," I reminded her.

"When this guy stops coming back for more, you can do what you want. As long as it's hard, it's still my turn."

"That's not fair," I told her, pulling her hair back so I could watch her. "I may have to wait days for my turn. You drive me crazy!"

"Exactly like I promised your Mom. Now hush up and enjoy. I don't want to hear anything from you but moans and groans, and advice on how I can do you better."

I sat back and let her pleasure me again. It took a long time, but she was patient and playful, and ever so generous with her attention. "Could you move over here next to me, so I can touch you while you do that?" I asked.

"Would you like that? Fondling me, playing with my titties, touching me down there?" she asked, crawling sideways and moving her body sexily for me.

"I'd love it."

"Grope away, handsome."

I touched her, caressed her, running my hands over her smooth skin, squeezing her butt cheeks softly, sliding my finger down her crack, before exploring her pussy. She'd never allowed me access to it before, and I was going nuts. Finally I couldn't take it any longer. I lifted her up, making her squeal and giggle, then lowered her over my face, straddling my head.

"God, you're beautiful," I said, looking at her cute little pussy, swollen lips, small little opening. It didn't look big enough to slide a finger in, never mind my whole cock.

She had her mouth around my shaft, working hard. I licked her, parting her lips with my tongue, smelling her, tasting her for the first time. It was so damn exciting, it was pushing me over the edge.

"Oh fuck," I groaned, erupting in Penny's mouth suddenly.

She sucked me dry, and kept on sucking while I put a little of what I'd learned with Aunt Marie to use. It was working, and she was moaning continuously, her head resting on my thigh while my mouth and active fingers had their way with her.

She got excited very quickly, and I thought she was going to come for me, but although it was easy to bring her to the edge of orgasm, it was difficult to get her over. She continued moaning and groaning, wriggling wildly. I did everything I could, licking and sucking, fingering and poking. I had my lips over her clit, teasing it gently, when I nudged a finger against her back door. She moaned loudly, her legs trembling, and as I eased it into her rear, she finally went off, screaming out, coming hard.

I let her down easily, licking her gently, until she was relaxed, lying on me, gasping.

She climbed up off me, turning around and lying on me again, bringing her lips to mine. "My God, Jeremy! That was incredible!"

"You think so?" I teased, kissing her pretty little lips that had done so much for me.

"Fuck! I've never come like that. I was on edge so long, driving me crazy, and then boom! Wow. I can't believe we wasted a year. We could have been doing this all along!"

I laughed. "I guess we have some catching up to do."

I grabbed her around the waist, and rolled over with her, loving the way she giggled for me. I slid down between her legs, kissing her. "You have the prettiest pussy I've ever seen, and sooo sweet. I love the way you taste and smell," I told her.

"Really? You don't just do it for me? You really like it?"

"Do you like sucking?" I asked her.

"Hell yeah," she chuckled.

"I love going down on you. Getting you off makes me feel amazing."

She pressed my face down into her crotch. "Show me."

I did, taking my time, enjoying learning about her, tasting her, fingering her, seeing what she responded to. She was very vocal with what she liked, thankfully, and it wasn't long before I pressed all the right buttons and had her coming for me again, screaming out my name, giving me goosebumps.

We laid in bed together, naked, holding each other, talking about it. What we'd done, what we'd liked, and why. Penny giggled abruptly. "Your Mom would have loved that."

"What?"

"Seeing how you got me off. That was fucking amazing, Jeremy. A-mazing."

"It's all you beautiful. Trust me."

"How did you learn to do that?" she asked, obviously curious.

I'm sure I blushed. "That's a story for another day. I had a very good mentor."

"Now you're killing me. Who?"

I leaned over and kissed her softly, nibbling her bottom lip. "I promised not to tell. Sorry."

"You promised to keep my pictures private," she reminded me. "You owe me."

She had her hand on my cock, stroking and tugging, slowly bringing me back to life. "Let me take some more pictures of you doing that, and I'll tell you."

"Sure, and this time the pictures will probably end up on the internet," she said, poking me.

"No, I promise. Nobody will see it except for you, me and my family."

"Your family?"

"Mom and Dad. Dad would just die. It's not going to take you any twenty years to catch up to Mom, and I want to show him."

"You're kidding, right? You want to show him pictures of me going down on you?"

"No. A video."

"Video! Now I know you're nuts."

I kissed her chin, her jaw line, licking teasingly, "You'll never believe who taught me how to go down on a girl, and where."

She jabbed me. "You fucker. You had to go there, didn't you? Is it really a good story?"

"The best. You'll have to swear on your life never to tell anyone. I'd be killed for sure."

"And the video, you promise only us and your parents?"

"I promise."

She grabbed my phone from the bedside and passed it to me, before climbing down between my legs. "It better be a damn good story."

"Ready, Jeremy? Let's see what I can do for you." She turned to the camera. "Hope you enjoy the show." It was at least a 15 minute blow-job, and I was going crazy, both from what she was doing, and who was going to watch it. I was afraid I was going to run out of battery. She was learning me, and as I got close, she rose up, looking into the camera. "Hey Mom and Dad, he's about to blow for me," she said stroking my cock, smiling. "Normally I'd suck him dry and swallow every delicious drop, but I'm going to let him come on my face for you." She looked at me, "Warn me, Ok?"

"God, Penny!" I groaned.

"Goddess Penny," she giggled, before taking me back in her mouth. She sucked me and stroked me, quickly bringing me to the edge. "I'm close," I warned her.

She climbed off the bed and got on her knees. "Come for me, Jeremy. Shoot all over my face for Mom and Dad," she moaned.

I followed her, stroking my cock. I stuck it back between her lips, fucking her sexy mouth for a few more seconds, before pulling out. "Fuck," I groaned, keeping the camera focused on her face as I blew my load. I got a couple of good shots on her, before she opened her mouth and I finished between her lips, letting her suck me clean.

"Am I pretty, Jeremy? With your cum all over my face, marking me, making me yours?"

"You're beautiful, Penny. Fucking incredible."

She used her fingers to clean her face, sucking them clean. She scooped up some of my cream and held her fingers out to the camera. "If you were here Alice, I'd let you clean them for me." She sucked them herself. "I'd let you lick my whole face clean."

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She giggled, looking away from the camera. "Oops. Now look what I've done! Time to start all over again. Sorry, this one's all mine." She blew a kiss at the camera.

I wasn't really hard, although I was getting there. "You are a naughty little tease, aren't you?"

"Happy? I did my best for you. Now I think you owe me a story."

"Let's shower together, and then get back in bed, and I'll tell you everything," I told her.

"You're not trying to trick me?"

"No. I want to hold you, relaxed and comfortable, and tell you an amazing tale."

She took me by the hand and lead me to the bathroom.

We bathed, washing each other, learning more about our bodies, drying each other off, before collapsing back into the bed. I plugged my phone into the charger, getting a grin out of my girlfriend. I gave her one of the water bottles, snacking on the last of our cookies.

"Stop delaying, Jeremy! I did my part."

"Yes you did. The story's good, but I think it's fair to say that no story is as good as what you did for me." I chuckled, pulling her close and kissing her. She was a little resistant to start, then she got into it. "Don't judge, Ok?"

"I won't." She crossed her heart, bringing my attention back to her pretty perky breasts.

"We never meant for it to happen, I swear. It was an accident really."

"Jeremy, stop stalling," she whispered, kissing my shoulder. "Tell me, or I'm cutting you off."

"I'm not stalling. I need you to understand, I never intended..."

"Jeremy!" she snapped.

"It was my Aunt."

"Marie?" she asked, eyes open wide in surprise.

"The very one."

"Oh my God! That friggin' sex goddess? Are you fucking her?" she asked.

"No. Don't get ahead of yourself, Ok? Let me tell you a little tale."

She leaned her body against mine, legs entangled, while I told her a partial accounting. I explained about Aunt Marie and me always being close, playful, teasing. I told her about the lake, seeing her tits, and motor-boating her boobs afterward.

"In front of your Mom?" she asked, her hands wandering over my body as much as mine were on hers.

"Yeah. Not the smartest thing I've ever done." I described the Jeep, trying to get it loaded up, and having Aunt Marie sitting on my lap in the backseat, in our own little world, half dressed, and her more than a little drunk. Two long hours. Two hours of magic.

The story evolved, as I explained what we did in the backseat. I avoided the entire second half of the trip, letting it sound like it ended after the blow-job. I did include some salacious details, like the sexy underwear she wore for me, and their true meaning, as well as her declaration that we couldn't fuck there, in the Jeep, with Colin in the front seat.

"Fuck," she murmured softly. "Marie. Those huge tits. She really let you come in her mouth? Jesus, Jeremy." She had her hand back on my cock, tugging on it gently. "Pretty amazing. But when did you learn the rest?"

"Mom found out. No, that's not right. Marie told her, and Mom had a fit. She laid down the ground rules. I wasn't allowed to have sex with Aunt Marie. She did agree to let me continue playing with her."

"No fucking way."

"Yep. With fucking prohibited, Aunt Marie wanted to make progress on the oral front. I wasn't going to argue with her."

I told Penny about Marie teaching me, starting the day before, and was a little ashamed to explain the last lesson was just a couple of hours before she'd arrived. "Mom and her sister have some issues, and she was adamant about drawing the line at sex. Intercourse. I wasn't going to fight it, since oral was still allowed. Both ways."

"Holy shit! You got more blow-jobs from her? This morning, before I arrived? Now I feel like an idiot. How can I compare to that?"

"I'm not going to lie. It was incredible, mostly because of who it was, and where it was. Coming in her mouth in the back of the Jeep with my parents in the front seat? Fuck, that was intense. Then more of the same yesterday and today. Mind-blowing."

"I bet," she said, sounding a little down.

"Time for another secret." I told her, tilting her chin up so she'd look at me. "You're better. You weren't the first few times, but today? What you did on camera? Fucking amazing."

"You're just saying that," she pouted.

"I swear on my life. Much better than Aunt Marie. She's done me a few times, and she's good, but it's like she's doing me a favor. The way you do it, the way you look at me, knowing you want me to come for you, not to get it over with, but because you want it, want me. Jesus, Penny, it's fucking incredible!"

"You really think so?" She was kissing my chest, teasingly.

"I don't have that much experience, but I swear, nobody before you was half as good, and even Aunt Marie can't hold a candle to you. I love that naughty, teasing little mouth of yours." I didn't mention my experience with Mom, of course.

"Good, because you're going to be getting a lot of it. All you want, and then some."

I pulled her on top of me, kissing her. How had I waited this long? Dad was right. She was so doable.

I heard the knock on the door. "Kids?"

"Come on in Mom," I said, wrapping my arms around Penny who was kissing my neck.

"God, you're bad, Jeremy," she whispered, squirming in my grasp, sliding her legs outside mine, and grinding against me.

Mom entered, taking in the scene. "Oh, Jeremy! I don't want to interrupt your first time," she said. I was jealous of Mom's view, standing at the end of the bed, getting an eyeful of Penny's spread legs.

Penny turned to her. "We're just playing now, Alice. No sex yet. Just the most amazing oral. Jeremy's very talented."

I pulled her head close, whispering in her ear. "She doesn't know ALL about Aunt Marie," I said.

"So it sounded," Mom laughed. "I'm so happy for you two. Why don't you clean up and get at least somewhat presentable before dinner. Not that Harold would mind that outfit you're wearing, Penny."

Penny giggled, sliding off me to the side. "This old thing?" she said writhing beautifully, running her hands over her body. "I've had it forever. Not half as nice as yours, I imagine."

Mom laughed. "No, honey. It's quite beautiful. Too beautiful. My husband gets a look at that, and I'll be walking bowlegged for weeks."

"Now that's something I'd like to see," Penny said.

"Walking bowlegged, or getting there?" Mom teased.

"Both. Especially the getting there."

"No way, wild child," Mom laughed. "And here I thought you were a sweet innocent girl, safe to leave my boy with."

"I was. I think you and your boy are changing that."

"Any regrets?" Mom asked.

"Hell no! This is the most amazing day of my life. I hope it just keeps getting better and never ends." She climbed out of my bed, grabbing a t-shirt off the stack on top of my dresser, and slipping it on. "Presentable?" she asked.

"Panties. We don't want to leave stains and puddles everywhere we sit."

She pouted. "Mine are already soaked through."

Mom took her by the hand. "Come, we'll find something for you."

I watched them leave, stunned. Mom was going to give her panties to wear? Holy fuck. I put on a shirt and some light knit shorts that would do little to hide any action below the waist. I ran a comb through my hair and headed downstairs.

Dad was sitting on the couch, sipping a beer. He smiled when I walked in, and held out an open one for me. "Sounds like things are working out between you and Penny. Noisy little thing."

"Newsflash Dad. It's not going to take anywhere near 20 years. It might not take 20 days."

He grinned. "I'm glad you think so. I wouldn't bet against your Mom. You haven't seen even a hint of what she can do when she puts her heart into it."

He was sitting in his favorite chair, and I scooted to the end of the couch nearest him. "You might have been a little hard on Mom last night," I said quietly.

His face took on a dark look. "Are you really going to tell me how I should treat my wife?"

I shook my head, knowing I was treading on thin ice. "No Dad. Never. But Mom would never say anything. She couldn't even get out of bed this morning, and she was bleeding from her bottom."

His eyes got hard. "How the fuck would you know that?"

"Aunt Marie had to come over and take care of her. I helped Mom into the bath when she couldn't even walk. She slept all afternoon."

Dad looked a little concerned. "She seems fine now," he said, taking a drink from his beer.

I nodded. "She loved it, and would never complain. You know that. I'm letting you know how she was this morning. What you do with that information is your own business."

Mom and Penny came downstairs, while I finished talking to Dad. It was clear they'd taken a little time to clean my girlfriend up. She looked gorgeous wearing my t-shirt. Her hair was brushed back, a little makeup on, her perky nipples pushing through the thin material of her shirt. She was barefoot, and her legs were perfect.

Mom looked almost as good, tight shorts accentuating her amazing ass, a simple tight shirt showing she was going braless as well. Mom's beautiful, but the way Penny was almost dressed? Sexy as hell.

Dad called Mom and over, and she sat on his lap, cuddling up to him. I smiled and patted my own legs. Penny curled up in my lap, leaning her head on my shoulder.

Dad pulled Mom's head down for a long kiss, then leaned back, looking at me and my girl.

"Kiss me, Penny." I said softly.

"Here, now?

"Now. Like you mean it."

She brought her lips down to mine, tentatively at first, then more passionately. Her legs unfolded, stretching out, and I slid one devilish hand between her thighs, teasing her. I felt the material of Mom's panties, curious as to which they were. While our tongues dueled, I eased the bottom of the t-shirt back to her hips, and opened her legs a bit, giving my parents a teasing view.

Penny moaned in my mouth, moving her lips to my neck, nibbling on my ear, while I gently rubbed her between the legs, teasing.

"They can see," she whispered nervously.

"Of course," I told her, biting on her ear lobe and giving it a tug. "Can you imagine what it's doing to Dad, seeing you in Mom's panties?"

"Oh, God! Jeremy..." she moaned.

I closed her legs, straightening out her shirt, and pulled her back for a quick little kiss, hugging her. "You're right Dad. I was a friggin' idiot not to be giving her all my attention."

He chuckled, his hand inside Mom's shirt. "It's part of growing up. We all make mistakes. Smart men learn from them. I'm proud of you."

Penny was blushing hard, my hand fondling her tight little butt cheeks, out of view of the parents.

"My boys ready for dinner?" Mom asked. "I imagine at least one of them has built up quite an appetite."

"Starving, Mom," I confirmed.

Penny nodded. "Me too, Alice. It smells great."

"Help me set the table?" Mom asked, climbing off Dad's lap gingerly. Dad gave her butt a squeeze, and watched her cringe. I saw the look of concern on his face. "Alice. Come here."

Mom turned backed to him. "What, dear?"

He pulled her close, reaching his hand around her bottom. "Are you alright?"

"Just fine," she said.

"Be honest with me," he said sharply.

She sighed, sitting back in his lap. "I'm a little sore. Nothing terrible."

"Was Marie here, taking care of you?" he asked.

Penny was watching the interplay as intently as I. My hands were being bad, feeling her up more than was reasonable, with the parents only a couple of paces away.

Mom blushed. "Yes. I just needed a little help getting going this morning. I'm fine now."

Dad gave her a squeeze. "I need to know these things, baby."

She nodded. "There's nothing to be concerned about. Really. I'm fine. Up for anything."

She whimpered, when Dad moved his hands between her legs. "Up for anything?"

"Always. I'll never say no to you."

"I know," he said. He eased her off his lap, helping her to her feet. He stood, pulling her into his arms, kissing her deeply, his hands gently caressing her bottom. "Feed me, woman. I'm starving."

Penny climbed off my lap, but not before I could steal another quick kiss. I got up and followed Dad to the table, where Mom and Penny were serving up the food. Lasagna, one of my favorites, and a huge mound of garlic bread.

While we stuffed our faces with one of Mom's better concoctions, Mom caught Dad up on our relationship progress, with Penny volunteering additional details when needed.

"Penny says she made a movie for us," Mom told Dad, teasingly.

"Alice!" Penny chuckled. "That's for after I'm gone, Ok?"

Mom had more cookies for us after dinner, after which Penny and I excused ourselves back to my room. "I only have a little while," she said, pulling off her shirt. "I told Mom I'd be home by 10:00." She laid back on the bed, dressed only in Mom's tiny panties.

I moved between her legs, nibbling on her through the soft material. She giggled. "This is awfully naughty, Jeremy. Wearing your Mom's panties while you're doing that."

It was. Naughty and exciting. Knowing where they'd been. I licked her crotch, tugging at the cloth with my teeth, pushing the material into her. I slid my tongue along the sides of it, teasingly, probing underneath the edge. I imagined I could taste Mom on them, wondering if they'd been clean when Penny put them on. Kind of hoping they weren't.

I pulled the crotch aside, sliding my tongue along her slit. She moaned sweetly, while I started working on her.

Once I had her squirming for me. I turned her over, lifting her butt up nice and high, pulled the panties to the side, and got back to work, teasing and playing with her, licking and nibbling. It was fun, she was fun, and I couldn't get enough of her, moving her around, doing my best to pleasure her as thoroughly as possible.

She was still very vocal, crying out loudly when she came. I was bringing her to her third big orgasm, when I saw Mom open the door carefully. She pushed it wide, winking at me, then walked away. I went after my sweet toy aggressively determined to get her off big. She was moaning and whimpering, twisting under my ministrations.

I could feel her trembling, once again on edge, hanging there eternally, gasping and crying, begging me to finish her. I held her down, fingering her, sucking on her clit, teasing her butt-hole.

"Fuck," she groaned, her body tense, her thigh muscles turning to stone. "FUUUUCK!" she screamed, exploding for me, trembling uncontrollably, her fingers in my hair pulling hard. She kept coming for me, relaxing for only a moment, then going off again, her legs clamping down on my head. "JEREMY!" she cried out, her body arching, so beautiful in that moment.

I licked her gently, rubbing her softly, soothing her, bringing her back down. She was gasping, breathing hard, her body still shivering. "Jesus," she groaned, her hands caressing my head. "That was crazy."

Penny climbed on top of me, kissing me hard. "Why the fuck did we wait this long?" she asked.

I hugged her. "I'll have to plead stupidity."

"God, we have so much catching up to do," she said, sliding down my body, taking my cock in her hand. "Remind me to thank your Mom and Dad," she said, before taking me in her mouth.

"I think your little video will be quite a nice thank you."

She smiled for me, my cock deep in her mouth, the corners turning upward sweetly.

"We're going to have to do this a lot more," I told her, brushing her hair back for a better view.

Her only answer was to struggle to take me deeper, gagging, until I felt my cock slide into her throat for the first time. She looked up at me, as she pushed her head forward, her nose pressing into my pubes.

She slid back and forth a few times, before pulling off completely. She was grinning hugely. "Yeehaa! I knew I could do it!"

"Fucking amazing, beautiful," I told her.

She sucked me hard, teasing me. "Still think it's going to take twenty years to catch up?"

"Hell if I know. I don't have all that much experience here either, and watching Mom doesn't compare to feeling this. All I can say is that you're incredible. The best, Penny."

"It's only gonna get better. Now give me my present. I've earned it." She slid me back into her mouth, working on me, her hand stroking in tandem with her hot, teasing mouth.

I watched her, getting closer, eager to fill her mouth one more time. She was so pretty, so willing, so eager. I couldn't believe how lucky I was to have found her.

I saw some movement and looked up. Mom and Dad were both peeking in the doorway. Mom saw me looking and put her fingers up to her lips, shushing me. Dad gave me a thumbs up. They had a hell of a view, my pretty girlfriend almost naked on her knees, her butt pointed at the doorway, clad in Mom's sexy panties, while she went down on me.

Dad grabbed Mom's head, and pulled it down to his waist. She opened his pants and pulled his hard cock out, sucking him. She turned her head, her eyes glancing over at us, while she blew him.

"Jesus," I gasped. I tried to hold back. Fought it with my heart and soul. I thought I stood a chance, until I looked up again and saw Dad pressing Mom's head into his waist, his entire cock down her throat. Penny chose that moment to once more confirm she could do the same. It was too much. "I'm about to come," I warned everyone. Penny looked up at me, taking the head of my cock in her mouth, while she stroked me rapidly.

I groaned, letting the feeling roll across me, as I stopped resisting and fired off inside Penny's hot little mouth. She stroked me, milking me, while she sucked me dry. When I finished coming, she grinned and opened her mouth, showing me her prize, before swallowing. I looked up and saw the doorway was empty, and the door almost closed.

Penny climbed up the bed and gave me a tangy kiss. "I do have to go. I'm already late."

"This has been wonderful," I told her.

She climbed off the bed, pulling up Mom's panties, before she finished dressing. I grabbed a pair of shorts and a shirt, getting presentable. "I'll walk you home."

She gave me a hug. "Thanks. It has been fun, hasn't it?"

I squeezed her back. "Beyond fun. Incredible."

She grinned. "For me too."

I walked her the few blocks home, giving her a kiss on the doorstep. "See you tomorrow?" I asked.

She grinned. "If you want."

"I'll give you a call. I definitely want to."

She kissed me again. "I bet you do. More practice?"

"More time with my amazing girlfriend, who, like an idiot, I've been neglecting far too much this summer."

"I'll be expecting that call." She gave me a last peck, before heading into her house, twenty minutes late. I hope her parents wouldn't be too irritated.

At home, Mom and Dad were waiting for me in the living room. Mom was wearing a teasing little nothing of a nightgown. She ran to me, giving me a big hug. "Spill, baby boy."

I laughed. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, cuing up the video. "This is for you and Dad," I told her.

Mom took it and ran to Dad, planting herself in his lap. I watched her start the video, and heard Penny's voice, getting louder as Mom turned up the volume. "Hope you enjoy the show," I heard her say.

I got up and went to the garage, returning with a couple of beers, since it looked like Dad was dry. I opened his, passing it to him, peeking over Mom's shoulder. I was torn between checking out the video, and Mom's cleavage.

"Talented," I heard Mom say, chuckling.

"Damn, son, she's a keeper," Dad said.

I put my arm around Mom, giving her a squeeze, watching the video with them. Damn she looked good, my cock filling her young mouth. Mom and Dad didn't comment much on the first viewing, watching Penny give her best, and obviously enjoying what she was doing. I heard both my parent's breathing speed up. Mom's nipples were hard. I could only imagine how hard Dad was.

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"Hey Mom and Dad, he's about to blow," we heard her announce. I watched her bring me to the edge, the camera shot getting wobbly when I climbed off the bed, following her, taking a last few strokes in her mouth before bathing her face in my cum, and watching her clean herself.

"If you were here Alice, I'd let you clean them for me. I'd let you lick my whole face clean," she said to the camera.

Dad managed to tear his eyes off the video long enough to look at Mom, questioningly.

"Mom stopped by to drop off snacks and offer encouragement," I told Dad, giving Mom a peck on the cheek. "Totally hands off. I kind of told Penny that I got to watch Mom blow you last night, so she thought it would be kind of cool to let you see us together. She's a tease, isn't she?"

Dad nodded, starting the video over. "You're sure she's new to this?"

"Completely. You saw what the other picture was like. Trust me, it was easy to tell a couple of months ago. Today? Wow, like a whole new girl."

Mom was leaning into Dad. "Atmosphere, baby. No back of the car, uncomfortable, worried someone might walk in on you, awkward BJ. On a bed, relaxed, naked, in the privacy of your room; it frees her, sets her loose."

Dad gave Mom a squeeze. "Not that there's anything wrong with the occasional public BJ, with the excitement of getting caught, huh Alice?"

Mom blushed. "I'm sure I have no idea what you're talking about."

Dad grinned. "Of course you don't. Just like having an audience can't be a hell of a motivator to do your best either."

Mom giggled. "Depends on the audience."

He pulled her close for a kiss. A long passionate one. It felt odd, with me sitting on the arm of his chair, my arm around Mom's shoulder, while he kissed her like that, his free hand reaching down and fondling her bottom.

When he came up for air, I spoke, while I had the chance. "Dad, I want to get a decent video camera. Something with better lighting control and easier close-up focusing."

He grinned at me. "Do I want to know what for?"

"I think you know what for. With high-resolution, image stabilization, and better auto-focus. Wouldn't you like to see that video on a 60" screen? Without the shakes, and dark moments?"

"What's something like that cost?" he asked.

"I think around $300."

He whistled. "A lot to pay for a simple BJ video," he said.

I laughed. "Trust me Dad. It'll be worth it. How about it?"

He looked at Mom. "Family camera, right? Your Dad can use it if he feels the urge," she asked.

"Family camera. Anyone can use it."

She turned back to Dad. "I have no problem with that."

Dad nodded. "Use your Mom's credit card. Don't go crazy though." He didn't even look up from the video.

Mom was watching it as well. "Don't you love the way she keeps glancing up at him, those big blue eyes looking all innocent?"

Dad groaned, and I could see Mom was rubbing between his legs. "Alice," he murmured almost desperately.

She slid down between his legs, rubbing her face against his hardness.

Dad looked up at me. "Your Mom's going to blow me now," he said. "You're welcome to stay and watch. Pick up some pointers for your cute little girlfriend."

Mom looked up at him. "Again?" she asked nervously.

Dad stroked her hair. "I'll be gentle tonight. I promise." He lifted his hips, and Mom pulled his pants down, freeing his thick erection.

I moved to the side. "Need another beer?"

Dad smiled, while Mom licked his cock. "Sure. That would be nice."

I rushed out and grabbed two beers, returning to find Mom with most of Dad's cock down her throat. The old horn-dog was holding the video next to her face, watching both at the same time.

Mom gave us a hell of a show, and I was surprised to find Dad ready to come by the time I was about to do so on camera. "On your face," he gasped.

She leaned back, and he stood up.

"Hey Mom and Dad. He's about to blow," I heard Penny say as Mom took Dad back in her mouth. He grabbed her head and starting fucking her face roughly.

"Come for me, Jeremy. Shoot all over my face for Mom and Dad."

"Fuck," Dad groaned, pulling his cock out of her mouth and stroking it fast, while she posed for him, mouth open wide, waiting.

"Am I pretty, Jeremy? With your cum all over my face, marking me, making me yours?"

"Alice," he gasped, his hand a blur. He grunted and shot his load, splashing her face, before finishing in her mouth.

Mom took his cock in her mouth, sucking him.

"If you were here Alice, I'd let you clean them for me. I'd let you lick my whole face clean."

She leaned back, pulling off Dad's cock and showing her empty mouth. She reached up and scraped the cum off her cheek, sucking her finger clean.

Dad watched her, no longer paying attention to the video. "Would you do it, Alice? Lick her face clean?"

Mom grinned. "From his cum?" she said with a nod of her head toward me, "Or yours?"

"Either," he said, his voice catching.

"Both," Mom told him, scraping her other cheek clean and sucking her fingers. "Only if it was Ok with you."

Fuck, that was hot. "It's Ok by me," I said.

It seems like they'd almost forgotten about me. Dad looked over and laughed. "I'm sure. So what do you think? Your girlfriend have a chance to catch up to that?"

Mom was grinning, leaning in and licking Dad's cock teasingly.

"Maybe not yet, but you have to admit, she's a hell of a learner."

Dad laughed, pulling Mom's face onto his cock. "I'll give you that. She's a pretty little cocksucker, and looks eager enough to please. That's worth a lot."

Mom watched me, still sucking Dad. I was getting seriously jealous, and hard as a rock.

"I...I think I'm going to go upstairs now," I told Dad, watching Mom taking him deep. I was sitting on the couch next to them. Mom got up, pushing me back on the couch. She sat on my lap sideways, giving me a kiss.

"You didn't enjoy the show?" she asked teasingly. "Didn't learn anything?"

I adjusted her in my lap, embarrassed. "I think I'm enjoying it too much," I confessed.

She turned in my lap, facing forward, pressing her ass down into my crotch. "I thought you liked me sitting in your lap. You certainly did last time."

Dad walked over to us, standing between my feet. He pulled Mom's face forward, and she took him in her mouth. He reached out and pulled the straps on her shoulders down her arms. Her top slid down, exposing her tits. "That's much better," he said.

Mom was rubbing her ass against my cock, moaning beautifully. I held her hips, pressing against her. I slid my hands down her thighs, rubbing her legs, sliding to the inside of her thighs. Dad was grinning, watching his hot little wife, my sexy Mom, blow him.

Mom opened her legs for me, and I eased my hands higher, pressing against her panties.

"Uh-uh," Dad said, staring down at me. "Let's keep it above the waist." I was suddenly nervous. He grinned. "She's a little sore today."

I moved my hands upward, placing my hands on her breasts, watching for my Dad's reaction. He grinned at me. "Your Mom's a pretty hot number, wouldn't you say?"

I pinched her nipples, tugging on them. "The hottest woman I've ever seen."

He smiled, holding Mom's head and fucking her face aggressively. "Your not as dumb as you look."

I kissed Mom's bare shoulder, feeling her tight ass clenching around my cock. "I get my brains from the hottie. I get my looks from you."

I bit down on her neck, and she moaned around Dad's cock, her body shaking as she came for us.

"You like our boy holding you, while I fuck that sexy mouth, don't you?" Dad teased Mom.

She pulled off his cock, gasping, staring up at Dad. "I need more, Harold. I need you to fuck me," she gasped.

He grabbed her head, and stuck his cock back in her mouth. "Soon, Alice. I promise."

I was playing with her tits, squeezing them, playing with her hard nipples. Biting on her shoulders, I saw one of Dad's markings and I smiled, sucking her skin hard. My hickey was going to obliterate his.

Mom's ass was going to town against my cock. Her butt-cheeks were tensing, teasing me, squeezing my staff.

Dad held up my camera, replaying the Penny video. He turned it toward me. "We appreciate this. I appreciate it." He brushed Mom's hair aside, looking down at her. "It doesn't make up for everything, but it's a hell of a nice start."

I released Mom's skin, giving her neck a nibble. "I know Dad. I'm sorry we went behind your back."

He nodded. "I know. Coming clean helps."

"I'm going to keep making it up to you Dad. I promise."

He grinned. He pulled Mom off his cock, and slapped it against her cheek. "Kiss your boy goodnight, Alice."

Mom turned in my lap, throwing her arms around my neck. She kissed me hard and deep, her tongue exploring my mouth. "That was sweet, making that video for us. You had a good time today?"

"Jesus, Mom. It was an amazing day."

"Even after Penny left?" she asked teasing, kissing my lips softly, grinding against my stiff cock.

"Especially after she left." I looked up at Dad. "I am so fucking jealous." I squeezed Mom's tit, making her moan.

"You should be," Dad laughed. "Although Penny's a sweet little alternative."

He pulled Mom off my lap, hugging her. "This one's mine, Jeremy. I hope you can accept that."

I stood, my cock sticking out in front of me, aching. "I understand Dad."

"Good." He turned her around, facing me, reaching down and grabbing her breasts, squeezing them hard, making her groan. "I'm going to take this hot little piece upstairs and fuck her like she needs." He tugged on her nipples, and she squirmed deliciously. "Don't worry, I'll be easy on her tonight."

I grinned. "Good. Give her what she needs. Give her one for me too."

He chuckled. "You do the same with Penny."

"I will. I'm going to fuck her soon. I'll make sure to get us a nice video."

"You'd do that for us?" Mom asked.

"For Dad. Sorry Mom. He gets to choose if he'll share it with you."

She rubbed her ass against him. "That's fine. I know how to get him to share."

I laughed, bending over and kissing her. "I'm sure you do. Now go upstairs and give him a thank you for me. He deserves it. He's the best man I've ever known, too."

She gave me a hug. "I love you, Jeremy."

"Love you too, Mom. I love you both."

I turned and ran upstairs. Couldn't let Dad see me gettin' all sappy. The whole 'I love you both' was pretty much over the line as it was.

I listened to Dad make love to Mom, both our doors wide open. I stroked myself easily, imagining taking a turn on Mom myself. I heard her cry out, and Dad's chuckle. "That one was for you, Jeremy," he called out.

I got myself off, one last time, barely hard enough to manage it. It had been a pretty intense day. I could still smell Penny on my sheets. She really was amazing. Not Mom, but hell, nobody was.I woke with Mom's arms around me, kissing my shoulder. "Time to get up, lazybones. Daylight's burning.

I turned and found myself holding a naked Mom. She pressed her lips against mine briefly. "Breath of death," she whispered.

"Sorry. I wasn't expecting company."

She rolled back on the bed, stretching, letting me see her beautiful body. "God, Jeremy, last night was incredible."

"You two had a good time?" I teased, fondling her breast.

"The best. He was so loving, so gentle, and still, when I needed it hard, he gave it to me." She arched her back, pressing her breast into my hand. "It was all about me last night. It was wonderful."

"You deserve it, Mom."

She turned on her side, her hand on my chest, looking at me. "You don't mind that I talk to you about it?"

"I love it Mom. I'll never get enough of hearing how much you two love each other."

She smiled. "You really love your old man, don't you?"

"Of course. Almost as much as I love you."

"You never say it."

"Mom! We're men. We don't have to say it. We know."

She leaned in and kissed me warmly. "That video of Penny. I don't know if you can understand how much that meant to him. The way she sucked you, talking to us. Doing it for us. Openly sharing it with him."

"That part was her idea," I admitted.

"You owe her one." She moved against me, throwing her leg over mine, kissing me warmly. "Your Dad is very private. Much more than me. What he's doing, letting you watch us, it's not like him. We've never done anything like that. We've never been swingers or fooled around. We're enough for each other. Sharing that video, it's intensely personal to him. He couldn't stop talking about it last night."

"This whole thing is intensely personal to me, too. I would never do this for anyone else. I wanted Dad to see those pictures of her. Nobody else."

"Is this because of the car ride?" she asked.

"Partly. What we did was so incredible." I pulled her close, hugging her. "Life altering. Doing it behind Dad's back, was the worst thing I've ever done. I'm going to make it up to him."

She pressed her lips to mine, kissing me slowly, her tongue exploring my mouth. I caressed her soft skin, reaching down for that amazing ass, letting it fill my hands, cupping it, feeling the firmness. Jesus, what an ass.

I reached lower, feeling between her legs. She stopped kissing me, and pulled my hands upward. "The rules haven't change Jeremy. I might bend them a little, letting you fondle my butt, but you can't go any further. Keep it above the waist."

"You climb into my bed naked, and tell me that?"

She glared at me. "I could leave."

I pulled her close and hugged her. "No. Please. I'll be good. I promise."

She kissed my neck. "I'm not trying to tease you, Jeremy. I just love being with you like this. If it's too much, I'll understand."

"No Mom. It's not too much. I can deal with this." I went back to fondling her sweet ass. "You guys were bad last night. Dad made you come so loudly, and then yelling out that one was for me."

She giggled. "You have no idea, Jeremy. He was so naughty. He made me act like his Mommy, and pretended it was you fucking the living daylights out of me. I had to wear a blindfold and everything. Sucking that big cock while he called me Mom, begging for it. Such a rotten bastard. He made me come so hard I thought I was going to pass out."

"Seriously? He pretended to be me?"

She giggled. "That was the one that was for you. Literally. I almost screamed your name. I had to be Penny afterward. He came in my mouth so damn fast. I even cried when he took my virginity."

"Mom! Really?"

She wriggled against me, nibbling my shoulder. "What did you expect, after that video?"

"I don't know. Not that!"

She sat up, pressing her naked crotch against my hardness, grinding against me. "Please, Mr. Davis, we really shouldn't," she said in a little girl's voice. "Ok, just the tip, for a second...No, Jeremy will never know. I won't tell I promise." She rose up, holding my cock against her, rubbing it between her wet pussy lips. "Oh, God! It's too big," she whined, pushing it against her opening. "So big," she gasped, pressing it inside. "It's stretching me too much. I can't. We have to stop."

She grabbed my hands, and put it on her hips, then started wiggling. "No, Mr. Davis. We can't. That's enough. I can't take any more," she begged in that high-pitched teasing tone, meant to imitate my girlfriend. "Yes, I promised, but I didn't know," she whined. "No! Please, don't make me take it all. It's impossible. You're so huge. Not my first time!"

She settled down onto my cock about halfway, groaning. "Stop. You have to stop. It's tearing me open. Please. I...I'll blow you. I'll suck you so good. Even better than her. We have to stop. At least let me get used to it."

She had her hands covering mine, still on her hips. Moaning, while she rose up and down on the last few inches of my cock. "It hurts too much. We have to stop. No more!" she cried out, sinking a little further. "God, Mr. Davis, you're killing me. Please stop. Please. We can do something else, anything else. Whatever you want. Please." She leaned over pressing her head against my shoulder, fucking herself with most of my cock.

"Yes, it still hurts. Too much," she whined softly. "Oh FUCK," she groaned. "Stop! You're really hurting me. You're way too thick. Let me suck you, Mr. Davis." She paused, about half-way down my length. "Mrs. Davis?...Yes, she's pretty...Uh-huh, very pretty and sexy. Of course I'd kiss her for you." She slowly slid off my cock, sighing. "Oh God! Thank you." She hesitated at the tip, driving me crazy. "Down there? Kiss her down there? Oh, no! I couldn't."

She slammed down on my cock, crying out loudly. "Ow! No more! I'll do it. I will. I promise. Whatever you want. Whenever you want. You just have to stop."

She started pounding down on my cock, screaming. "No! You promised! You're destroying me! Don't! Don't come in me! I'm not on the pill. I'll get pregnant! You have to stop."

She sighed, groaning, "So big. You fill me up so much." She got quiet, riding me slowly, taking my whole length. I moved with her, thrusting into her, listening to the whimpers and soft moans. "A...little better," she murmured, kissing my chest. She had stopped her own moving, letting me pound into her. "No, it's Ok, a little longer, but you can't come in me." Mom pushed my hips down, riding me gently. "Yes, that's better. It still hurts a little. Oh, God! Not so deep, please, it hurts at the end. Yes, like that, that's better. Much better, thank you." She gasped, grinding against me. "Do you like that, Mr. Davis? Being my first? Stretching out my poor virgin pussy to fit your huge cock?"

It was too much, Mom fucking me like that, pretending to be Penny. "I'm going to come," I warned her through clenched teeth.

"No, Mr. Davis! Not inside of me. I'm not on the pill, and it's the worst time of the month. You can't!" She rode me fast and hard, grinning, driving me crazy. "Please, in my mouth. You can come in my mouth. Just don't fill my poor virgin pussy with your nasty cum." Mom was breathing hard, digging her fingers into my flesh. "God, yes...Alright? Yes, I want your cum. Your nasty hot burning cum all the way up inside of me, making me pregnant. Give it to me, Mr. Davis. Gimme."

I grabbed Mom's hips and slammed into her, filling her just as she'd begged. I don't know if her orgasm was real or part of her game, but it was huge. "FUCK!" she screamed, slamming her hips down and grinding against me.

She laid down on me, settling all the way down. "You were so mean, Mr. Davis," she said softly kissing my chin. "You said just the tip. That was a huge tip! What if I get pregnant?...You'll keep me? Promise?" She kissed my lips. "Again? What if they come home?...You will? You'll make her lick me? Ok, one more time. But that's it. You promise, right?...Mmm. Good. Thank you Mr. Davis. Can I call you Daddy?...Yes, thank you Daddy. Fill up my poor little pussy again. Give me your baby, Daddy."

She rose up on her hands, looking down at me with a wicked grin. Mom was back. "That one doesn't count, you understand. That was naughty little Penny, not your sweet Mom. Right Jeremy? It didn't happen."

I pulled her down and kissed her. "Of course Mom. You'd never do anything so evil." I thrust up into her, still hard.

She smacked me on the chest. "Enough. You know our rules. That's not allowed." She lifted up off of me, my cum draining out of her messily. She turned sideways, licking up the pooling mess. "One moment, Ok, while I clean up poor Penny's face." She licked me for more than a minute, sucking me clean, even going down on me for a while.

She finally sat up blushing, and laid down next to me, quiet.

"Good thing Mom wasn't here," I said softly. "Just me and my naughty girlfriend, playing."

She gave me a squeeze. "I'm sorry, Jeremy. That was wrong of me. Can we pretend that didn't happen? I'll never be able to explain it to your father."

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"Mom, nothing happened. You told me a naughty story. That's all. I'm not going to do anything with you behind Dad's back."

She hugged me tightly, almost painfully. "Win me, Jeremy. You can win me from him, I know. I don't know how, but he'll share me with you if you do. Win Mommy, baby."

"I will Mom. I promise. I'll figure out a way."

She kissed me softly, making a face. "Clean up, and brush your teeth, whatever you do. I'll get your breakfast for you."

She climbed out of my bed, so beautiful, my cum running down the inside of her thighs. She turned at the door, watching me as I got out of the bed. "I love you, Jeremy," she said softly.

"I love you more, Mom. You'll see."I made the call to Penny, and she agreed to go shopping with me. I wanted her there when I bought the camera.

We had a great time, and I found it so comfortable to be with her, holding her when I wanted, giving her the occasional kiss. Patting her bottom. We didn't talk much about the previous day. The future was what mattered at the moment.

I took her to look over the cameras, and she was definitely curious. "Do I want to know what that's for?" she asked.

I grinned teasingly. "You know what it's for."

She blushed. "I didn't say there was going to be another one."

I turned and kissed her hard, surprising her. "You're last one was Academy Award winning. You were an enormous hit."

She leaned her head into my shoulder, "Not here, Jeremy. Please. Don't embarrass me."

"Of course not. Help me pick out the best one. I want image stabilization so the picture isn't so shaky, and easy to use zoom and close-up, and really good auto focus."

We played with the cameras, taking practice pictures. She was getting into it, teasing me. We eventually found the one we both liked best. It was almost $400, a bit more than I'd told Dad. I was willing to pay for the difference if needed.

I broke out the camera and filmed her eating lunch. She was shy at first, then started teasing me, playing with her food, sliding her fries between her lips, licking them, moaning in pleasure.

"Jesus, Penny. You keep that up, and I'm going to have to do you in here."

"They really liked the video?" she asked, grinning shyly.

"Holy shit. I had no idea." I leaned forward, my voice little more than a whisper. "After they watched it the first time, Dad made Mom blow him while he watched. He held the picture right next to her head, and at the end, he came all over her face, just like in the video."

She was clearly excited, squirming in her chair. "You watched them?"

"Oh yeah. That bit, when you told Mom you'd let her lick your face clean? I swear it almost gave him a heart attack."

"Twenty years to catch up?" she asked, grinning slyly.

"I told them it wouldn't take twenty days. Dad's still not completely convinced. Not that you're anything less than spectacular, but Mom's just that good."

"Jesus, Jeremy! How good is she?"

I shrugged. "Looks pretty damn good. Dad's the expert."

She pushed her tray away. "Things are good between us now, aren't they? Better than ever. I know you feel it, too."

I nodded. "Everything feels so right, being with you. Wandering around with you, no weirdness, no uncertainty. It's wonderful."

She grinned. "I know, right? I'm happy now. Really happy. Thank you."

We dumped our trays, and I took her in my arms. "Forgive me for being so stupid for so long?"

She kissed me softly. "If you'll forgive me."

"Done. I love you, Penny."

Her eyes opened wide. "Oh, Jeremy. I love you too. So much."

I held her for a long time. She finally pulled away. "You're going to make me late again. I told Mom I'd be home by 2:00, we have an appointment."

"Can I see you later?"

"I'll be over as soon as I can. Probably around 6:00. Dinner?"

I nodded. "And dessert."I dropped her off at her door, getting a nice long kiss before she left. "I love you," she whispered softly.

I was surprised at myself for saying it first. I didn't love her like Mom, or even like Aunt Marie. What I felt for her was different than anything else I'd ever felt before. It was good, and real, and if it wasn't love, it was as close as I'd ever been.

Which made me feel just a little bit guilty when I grabbed my phone.

"Aunt Marie? Would it be Ok if I came over for a while?"

"Give me about twenty minutes, alright handsome?"Aunt Marie answered the door wearing the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. Lacy and transparent, it barely covered her at all, and what it did cover was more accentuated than hidden.

I took her in my arms and kissed her. She was so damn hot, those big tits of hers begging for attention.

"The afternoon is ours, sugar," Aunt Marie said. "Come play."

I followed her into her bedroom. I'd been there many times before, but never like this. It took on a whole different meaning. The huge 4 poster king size bed. The dresser mirror and closet mirrors both visible from the bed. The thickly padded pillow top mattress, beautiful bedspread, turned down on one side, the smooth satin sheets. I got hard just thinking about it.

Aunt Marie took my bag from my hand and put it on the bed-stand. She started unbuttoning my shirt. "Rules?"

I nodded. "The same. For a little longer."

She kissed my chest, pulling the shirt off, and dropped to her knees, opening my pants. "We could bend them a little. Nobody would have to know," she said softly.

I ran my fingers through her hair. "Like you wouldn't tell Mom," I said.

"Not if you don't want me to," she answered, pulling my pants down to my ankles and helping me step out of them.

"I wish I could believe that," I said.

She slid my boxers down, freeing my hard cock. She took it in her hand, and stroked me once, then took the head in her mouth for a quick, easy suck. "I can keep a secret, Jeremy. I can. Ask your Dad."

Ask Dad? Shit.

I pulled her to her feet, and hugged her again. I tilted her chin up and kissed her softly. "I love you so much, Aunt Marie."

"I love you, Jeremy. As much as I've ever loved anyone."

I opened up the bed, and pulled her in with me. "Tell me about you and Mom. Everything."

She tensed up, suddenly nervous. "What did she say?"

"A lot. Everything about your past. I want to hear it from you."

She bowed her head. "I can't, Jeremy. Please don't ask me."

"Why?"

She heaved a huge sigh, leaning against me. "I'm ashamed."

"I love you. You know that. I know what you've done. Now I want to know how we're going to make it better. Once and for all."

She pulled out of my arms, lying back on the bed, her hands covering her face. "I don't know if we can. I wish we could. I do."

"We can, and we will. I'll help. I'll do everything I can. So will Dad. First, you need to tell me everything."

She turned to me, cuddling in. "Can't we just have our fun?"

"I don't want fun. I want you. All of you. All the time. That's not going to happen until we work out things between you and Mom."

"If we could work things out?"

"You'll be mine."

I listened to my aunt tell her side. About her jealousy. Pretty Alice, perfect Alice, Daddy's pet, who could do no wrong. Good grades, never in trouble, so impossible to be compared to, which her parents did all the time. Why couldn't she be more like Alice? Why couldn't she work harder in school? Why couldn't she do what she was told? Keep her room clean. Dress proper. Be on time. Stay out of trouble. Get better friends. Like perfect Alice.

Aunt Marie rebelled. Fooled around. Stayed out late. Did drugs. Skipped school. Got drunk. Dressed like a slut. Bad Marie, slutty Marie, stupid Marie, she'd heard it all the time.

She did her best to live up to it.

Taking Mom's boyfriends was so easy. Mom didn't put out. Marie would give them one look at her tits, drag them off to her room and fuck them. Didn't matter if her parents were in the house. She once stole Mom's boyfriend while her sister was making dinner.

She didn't want them. Didn't even keep them for long. Just long enough to rub Mom's nose in it.

"Why?" I had to ask. "It wasn't her fault."

"I know that now. Then, she just pissed me off. Why couldn't she screw up just once? Get suspended. Bring home a B. Stay out past curfew. At least get high or drunk. Something. Even the few things she did wrong, she got away with. It wasn't fair."

"She wrecked Mom's car you know? Ran a red light. Had to go to the hospital. Everyone was so worried about her. Treated her like a princess. I backed into a pole and had my driving privileges taken away for a month. God, sometimes I hated her."

"Daddy's little girl. In his eyes she was perfect. She played him. Even at 18 years old, she still sat on his lap all the time, watching TV, reading a book. He'd hold her. Kiss her goodnight. When I tried to hug him he'd shrug me off. If I sat in his lap, he'd put up with it for a few minutes, then tell me I was too heavy. Mom would get mad at me. I figured it out later. He got hard when he held me. Not sweet innocent Alice, at least not that I could tell."

She looked in my eyes. "They didn't love me. Just the Princess. Jenny later, of course, the cute little baby. I was the problem child, and they had very little patience for a sad, confused, teenager."

I held her in my arms. She sounded so sad, like it was still hurting her. "Their loss. You're a wonderful, loving, generous person, and I'll challenge anyone to say different."

She lay in my arms, trembling, thinking back to the bad days. Broke my heart. Happy, cheerful, loving Aunt Marie, an unloved, sad and confused, troubled teen. I couldn't reconcile the two images.

I sat up and started taking off her outfit. "Let's get this off you. It's a shame to cover up any part of your amazing body."

She giggled. "That's all I had, you know. The only place where I could one-up her. The boys always loved my body. All of them." I had her outfit off and pulled her into my arms.

"I can see why. Pretty damned spectacular. Best tits in the world."

She gave me a squeeze. "You should have seen them twenty years ago, sweetie. Back then they were really spectacular. Irresistible. To everyone. Except your Dad."

"He thinks they're amazing. The best ever. Told me so himself."

She looked up at me. "Really? I know he likes them. I see him looking at me."

"Told me how jealous he was that I got to do what we did. How he'd love to trade places with me, if not for Mom."

"How much does he know?" she asked nervously.

"Everything."

"She would tell him," Aunt Marie said, irritation creeping into her voice.

"I told him everything. Every little detail. What these tits are like. How you came for me. All about coming in your mouth that first time. What it was like to hold you, play with you, kiss you."

She buried her head in my shoulder. "Jeremy, how could you?"

"He wanted me to be with you. He made sure you got to sit in my lap. He hit every damn bump in the road, so we'd get to have fun. He would have let me ride with you the whole way home, if Colin hadn't gotten so damn frisky with Mom."

"Really? He wanted me to be with you?"

"That's what he said. That, and he wished he could trade places with me."

"I didn't think he liked me very much."

"He loves you. Like I love you. But he loves Mom, and knows what it would do to her, the way things are now. That's why we're going to fix things. And then I'm going to give you to him."

"He won't," she said nervously.

"He will. With Mom's blessing by the time I'm done."

"Do you honestly think so?"

"Tell me about you and him. That first time."

She was fondling my cock, getting me hard. "He wasn't like the others. Older, confident, manly, so God damn handsome. Better than she deserved. Yes, I wanted him the moment I saw him. I wanted to take him from her and keep him. Not like the others. I loved your father the first time I laid eyes on him."

"I did what I could. Rubbed against him, showed him my tits, even climbed into the shower with him. He didn't know it was me at first, calling me Alice, and telling me we shouldn't. I was behind him and reached around, grabbed that huge cock of his and started stroking him, rubbing my tits against his back, kissing him. He groaned and leaned against the wall, letting me jack him off."

My aunt was stroking me, looking down at my cock. "God, you're so much like him back then. It's uncanny." She leaned down and sucked me once. "I should have done that to him. I should have sucked him off. I didn't do that in those days. Never. Tits and pussy were enough. Or so I thought."

She climbed on top of me, kissing me softly. "I should have finished him. Instead I turned him around and pulled him down for a kiss, grabbing his hands and putting them on my tits. I was convinced that was all he needed. Get a hold of these babies, and he'd be mine."

Aunt Marie sat up, holding her tits out for me. "Irresistible, right? He resisted. He pushed me away. He was gentle about it, I'll give him that. 'No,' he said firmly. I hugged him, grabbing his cock stroking it. He groaned for me. 'We can't. She's your sister,' he told me."

"'We can,' I told him. 'Anything you want. Right now if you want. You can fuck me now and all night long,' I said. I almost had him. I was so close. He pushed me down to my knees. I knew what he wanted. But I didn't do that. I stroked his cock, rubbing my tits against his legs. 'Fuck me', I pleaded."

She leaned over, her tits hanging down and brushing against my chest. "We were that close," she said. "I was stroking him, and he was staring at me with those hungry eyes of his. 'Suck me,' he said. I was a fucking idiot. 'I don't do that,' I told him. He glared at me. He grabbed me by the hair, tilting my head back. He took that big dick in his hand, stroking it rapidly, and grunted, coming all over my face, slapping my cheeks with it when he was done, rubbing the head of his cocks against my lips. 'Alice does,' he said. He lifted me to my feet, and turned me to face the shower-head, rinsing his hot cum off of me, while squeezing my tits. Then he pushed me out of the shower, naked. 'Don't do that again,' he told me. God, Jeremy, I was so embarrassed. I wanted him more than ever after that. I wanted him to stick his cock in my mouth and make me suck him. I needed him to use me. Instead I lost him."

She laid down on me again, grinding her crotch against my hardness. "Fucker went and told her I came onto him, got in the shower with him. He didn't mention asking me to suck him, or coming on my face, did he? No mention of playing with my tits. See, I can keep a secret. Twenty years now, you're the only person I ever told."

She sighed. "I didn't try again. I let her have him. I've never made a move on him in all this time."

"You still love Dad, don't you?"

She nodded. "I always have. Everything I always wanted in a man, and never got. It's not fair, Jeremy."

"What would you do with him, if Mom said it was Ok?"

She kissed my neck softly. "Everything. Anything he wanted. All the same things I'd do with you, if we could. If you wanted."

I held her head, kissing her lips gently. "Do you think I don't want you?"

"Not enough, I guess. You could be having your way with me right now, doing anything you wanted. Things I've never done with anybody else."

"Aunt Marie, I love you, but you don't think things out. We could do it now, do everything. I'd love that. Sooner or later Mom would find out. Probably Colin and Dad too. It would be over, ruined, forever."

I kissed her again, slower, deeper, fondling her soft body. "Or...we could be smart about it, win over Mom and Dad, and do everything we want, with everyone we want, for as long as we want, all of us happy for ever. Which do you want?"

"Do you think it's possible? Really?" she asked hesitantly.

"I do. How much are you willing to do to make it work out?"

"Anything Jeremy. I swear. Whatever it takes."

"I'm going to hold you to that." I eased her off of me, and passed her that sexy little teddy. "Put it back on. Time to start."

She looked at me confused, sliding the outfit back over her head. "Start how?"

I opened the bag I'd brought, and pulled out my camera. "Time for you and me to make a movie. A special movie for Dad's eyes only. You're going to tell him all the things you would do for him if you could, and enlist his help in making it come true."

"If Alice saw that, she'd kill all of us."

"No. When she sees it, she'll understand. Now get between my legs and pretend I'm him. Tell him what you want, how long you've wanted him, what you'll do for him, given a chance. And beg for his help."

I expected a little push-back, not complete capitulation. She got on her knees, facing the mirror, and shook out her hair. She adjusted her sexy nothing of an outfit, and moved between my legs. I was semi-hard, but suspected she'd be able to fix that easy enough.

"Ready?" she asked, sitting up. "Camera up here to start, Ok?"

"Ready." I hit the record button. "Recording," I whispered, framing her pretty face in the display.

"Harold? It's me. I think I owe you an apology. More than one, actually," she brushed her hair back. "Twenty years ago. I was bad. I tried to steal you away from Alice. I did. I had done it before, and I was confident I could do it again. But you were different. I knew it the first time I saw you. Different in every way. Not like those boys. Different with her, too. I wasn't ready for someone like you."

I zoomed the image out, showing more than her face, bringing her amazing tits into the viewfinder.

"Touching you in the shower, feeling you, I can't forget it. How you were, your hardness in my palm." She moved lower, taking my cock in her hand, stroking it. I made sure the camera got all of it. "Pressing my body against your smooth, slippery skin, feeling how hard you got, so quickly. So big in my hand." She looked down at my cock, firming up for her. "I'd never had one so big. I wanted it. I wanted it in me, stretching me. I don't think I ever wanted anything so bad. It's true, at first I just wanted to take you from Alice. I hadn't known you for more than a couple of hours before I knew it was more than that. I wanted you more than I'd ever wanted anyone."

She sat up and removed her top, holding her tits for the camera, before going back to stroking me. Damn, she was hot. "I only knew one way to get boys. Flash 'em the tits, and fuck 'em. I threw myself at you, and for a moment I thought I had you, the way you looked at me. You pushed me to my knees, telling me to suck you. I didn't, and I lost you."

She lowered her head to my cock, kissing it. "I wish I'd done differently. I wish I'd taken that big fat cock of yours and wrapped my lips around it. I'd do it over if I could. I would do whatever you asked. Anything you wanted. I let the best man I ever met slip through my fingers because I was a stupid, immature, scared little girl. This is what I wish I had done."

Aunt Marie licked me slowly, staring into the camera. She kissed the head, moaning softly as she took me in her mouth, teasing me with her tongue, while sucking the last few inches of my cock. She stroked me, tenderly. She had never been like this before. She was making love to my cock, gently, adoringly. This was a different Aunt Marie. Dad's Marie. If he wanted her.

I let her have her way, slowly driving me crazy. I focused on her mouth, sliding up and down my shaft, leaving a slick sheen behind as she pulled upward. She dragged her teeth against my skin, giving me shivers, scraped with her fingernails, teasing with her tongue.

"I'd beg you to come for me, Harold. Come in my mouth. You could have been my first. Should have been my first. Filled my mouth with your delicious cream. I wanted that so badly. I still do." She sucked me hard, popping her head off noisily. "Come for me, Harold? Let me taste you?"

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She went back to sucking faster, her hand moving quickly, desperate for my seed. She looked up at the camera, her eyes pleading. I was hardening in her mouth, coming close, and she responding by moaning for me. She had a wonderful rhythm going, maybe a dozen strokes of her head, before pressing me to the back of her throat, holding me there for a few seconds. She would pull off, lick my length and do it again. She was driving me crazy.

"Yes," she moaned, stroking me, holding the head at the edge of her mouth, moments before I came. I groaned, shooting hard, rope after rope into that teasing warm opening. She sucked me gently, until I stopped, then pulled the head away, showing a mouth full of my cum. She moved her tongue around, then tilted her head back and swallowed. Opening her mouth again, you could see she'd finished most of it. She smiled, taking my cock in her mouth, and pulling it out, messy with my cum. She sucked it back in cleaning it, and when she opened her mouth again, it was empty.

"I would do that for you if I could. As often as you wanted. Not for anyone else but you and your boy. But for you, Harold, anything." She got up and straddled me, holding her tits out. "These would be yours. Completely. Kiss them, lick them, suck them, fuck them. Whatever you want. Love them or abuse them, I wouldn't complain. She scooted forward before leaning back and spreading her legs.

"This would be yours, Harold. My hot little pussy. Trust me when I say it's hot. I may not suck as good as Alice, but you'd love this. It's as magical as her lips. And it would be all yours, if I was allowed." She rubbed it, spreading the lips, showing off her clit. "You could fuck me all you want. Like my sister, I'd never say no."

Aunt Marie rolled over, getting on her knees, tilting her butt back to the camera. "I know it's not as nice as Alice's, but it's yours if you want. I'm a virgin back here. Your virgin. If I was allowed, I'd beg you to fuck my dirty little ass, drill it until I screamed. Teach me what I've been missing all these years." She pressed a finger against her opening, groaning as it slowly sank in. "That's it. The most that ever has gone in there. It would frighten me, but I'd take your big fat juicy prick and take it to the root. I'd scream and cry, and suffer for you. I'd beg you to fill my ass over and over again, until I couldn't take any more. If only I was allowed."

She rolled back over and climbed back between my legs, stroking me again. "I'd be yours Harold. However you wanted me. Twenty years I've behaved, ever since you turned me away. I've loved you and wanted you from that moment. Twenty years, and I've never hit on you, as bad as I wanted to. I love my sister, and I wouldn't hurt her. I will never cheat on her with you. Never. But if she would let me, I would be whatever you wanted. Anything the two of you would let me. I will do anything, I swear, to be a bigger part of your life."

She sucked my cock, rubbing her face against it. "I love your son, you know that. I've never hidden it. I adore him. So much like you. I know Alice thinks I was trying to take him, but nothing could be further from the truth. I know I couldn't. I wouldn't even try. I only want to share him, share both of you with her."

She looked up at the camera, her eyes glistening. "Please, Harold. Help me. I want to make everything better between me and Alice. I'll do anything to regain her trust. Let her know I've been good, all these years. And that I wouldn't betray her. Help me, Harold. Nobody but you has ever been able to influence her. Let me in. Let me part of your lives. Let me share your bed. Your love. I promise you, I'll never make you regret it, and I'll be whatever you need, whatever you want. Totally yours. Your family's love toy."

She sucked me sweetly, eyes closed, lovingly. She looked up. "Everyone thinks I'm a strong woman. I'm not. I need a strong man. Someone to take care of me, and use me hard. Discipline me when I need it. Reward me when I'm good. I'm not too proud to beg. Be that man for me Harold. Help me with Sissy, so I can be your little slut. Please, I'm begging. There's nobody like you. I know that. Make me yours." She went back to sucking my cock.

After several more seconds, she lifted up. "Cut." She grinned. "What do you think?"

"I think that was amazing. Soon, very soon, you'll be lying on me, my cock buried in that magical pussy of yours that I've been dreaming of, and Dad will be fucking your virgin ass. With Mom's blessing."

"God, I hope you're right."

"I am. Ready for video number two?"

"Two?" she asked.

"Where you convince Mom. This is going to be a lot harder."

Harder, and more complicated. We went through three different versions before we thought we had it right, and then redid the last one until we were both happy.

Happy might not be the right word. Exposing your soul like she did was painful, and she was crying in my arms. I held her gently, rocking her, reminding her how much I loved her. I rolled her onto her back, my erection pressed against her. I reached down and rubbed my cock-head against her pussy lips, opening her.

"I'd bend the rules for you, Aunt Marie, if you want."

She shook her head. "God, Jeremy. I want it so bad, but I can't. Not after that. I couldn't betray her like that."

I smiled. "Right answer. I'm going to let her know. I'll tell her I tried, and you said no. It should help."

She looked at me angrily. "Were you testing me?"

"Of course. I love you, but I had to know. I'm going to enjoy having you around the house, my willing little play toy. Of course we're going to have to figure out what to do with Colin."

She smiled at me, pulling me down for a kiss. "You'll figure it out. You're the smartest of all of us. I know you can do it. I trust you."

I got up, sitting next to her, caressing that amazing body. "I have to go. I'm going to set things in motion. It might get ugly, but I don't think so. We have to try. I know that much."

"I'm here whenever you need me."

"I need you all the time, Aunt Marie. Time for me to go make sure I can have you. Wish me luck."

"Good luck, sugar. I love you."

"I know. You might want to start practicing opening up that rear passageway of yours. Dad's going to be using it hard, pretty soon."

She grinned. "I'll see what I can do. Are you going to use it too?"

"All the time. Dad and I are going to tag team your ass until you pass out. Probably a good bit longer. Get ready for us."

She nodded. "I'm going to go shopping now. I think I need some new toys. Let me know how it goes. Don't leave me in the dark."

"Of course."Thanks for reading, and hope you enjoyed the ongoing saga of the Lap Moms.