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This is my entry for Valentine's Day contest. It contains incest, BDSM and forced submission. If this is not your taste, move on! There are many other excellent stories to read.
Your votes and comnts are kindly solicited.
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"My ass! Gawddamit! Stick it in my ass!"
Her ass moved like waves on a sea of brown chocolate with each thrust. It receded when I pulled back only to crash forward again is I thrust hard into her large jiggly ass. The white froth of her juices coated my cock as I repeatedly pounded her creaming mature pussy. I leaned to the side and watched her tits bouncing in rhythm with my thrusts. I did not want to pull out. This was the best piece of ass I had in my 18 years.
"Fuck! Your pussy feels so good I don't want to pull out!"
"You big dick motherfucker! Do as I say!"
"Yes, Aunty Vicki!"
I grabbed the lube from my nightstand and squirted it on Aunt Vicki's ass and my cock. It mixed with the white froth coating her pussy. I eased my index finger in her anus to spread the lube. She hissed lewdly, rotating her large ass in sensuous circles.
This was all new. Auntie was opening new sexual vistas for . I positioned my cock, glistening with lube and her pussy juices, at her winking starfish and pushed in. Unfortunately, this was my first anal. Instead of a gradual entry, letting auntie get accustod to my tool, I slid in to the hilt. My balls slapped against her ass.
"Oh Fuck! Fuck! Easy you motherfucker! You're going to tear apart!"
Aunt Vickie scread and dropped to her belly. I followed her down, my cock still buried in her most private of places. Her anus was unbelievably tight.
"I'm sorry, Aunt Vicki!"
"Just shut up you big dick motherfucker and do like I told you."
Auntie pushed up on her hands and knees taking with her. I gripped her hips as she thrust back hard against . Her guttural wls and grunts were surprisingly arousing.
"That's it, baby! Fuck auntie! Make her holler!"
I drew my hand back above my head. For the briefest mont, I hesitated. Like anal sex, this was also new. Nevertheless, Auntie told to do it. I brought it down hard on her plump behind. She yelped and pushed back hard. My palm stung. I brought the other hand up high above my head and brought it down hard on her other ass cheek. The sound of flesh hitting flesh echoed in the tight confines of my small bedroom.
"Shut up and move your ass, you fat ass bitch!"
I almost giggled as I said it. It sounded ridiculous. However, auntie said she needed a man to take charge, to use her, to make her behave like a $2 whore. She said abusive language was part of the surrender.
"You bastard! You asshole! Mr. Good Dick! Take my ass!"
Her use of profanity and lewd sexual language was exciting. I wondered if all mature won were like her.
"You tramp! Say you love my dick in your fat ass."
"Jesus! Don't stop! Don't stop!"
Her voice was heavily slurred. The combination of too much alcohol and a potent Indian drink called bhang had suppressed all inhibitions. I knew from bit and pieces of conversation that auntie enjoyed her sex. What I did not know was that one day I would fuck this uninhibited vixen.
"Say it!"
"Oh Sweet Lord! I love your dick in my ass! I love! I love it!"
The staccato sound of flesh slapping flesh resounded through the room.
It was early Valentine's Day morning. As the sun rose through the street facing window, I could see the thick blanket of snow covering the ground. The snowstorm was as predicted.
The previous night, my parents, Cora and Deshaun Beavanaex and my aunt, Vicki Crump, attended the lavish St. Valentine's Day dance at Aunt Vicki's country club. Like the other dances at the venue, it catered to the idle rich. The drinks were free and flowed like water through a broken dam.
We were by no ans rich. My father is an IT specialist and mom has never worked. However, Aunt Vicki was married to a doctor. The country club mbership was one of the status symbols she indulged in. That and the midnight blue BMW 750i sitting in our driveway.
However, this year was different. The national weather service predicted a major snowstorm to hit our area. Our town instituted their ergency weather plan. Days off were cancelled for all first responders and the hospitals were put on ergency stand by. Uncle Adam is an ER physician and had to work. That and a set of unlikely circumstances led to fucking Aunt Vicki. Perhaps I should back up
My na is Jordan Beavanaex. This is about how I went from designated driver to designated fucker.
There was an unreality to this scene. Aunt Vicki was always there as I grew up. She was the loud obvious woman with the big ass and tits. Sowhere in my early teens, she moved from my fat aunt to my voluptuous sexual fantasy.
Now here I was, my cock buried to the hilt in her curvy ass, both hands stinging as I pumled that sa ass. Her screams of lust were at once startling and satisfying. I was fucking a mature woman and she loved it. I was realizing a lifelong fantasy.
I did feel guilty about fucking Uncle Adam's wife. He should have been where I was. Aunt Vicki planned a night of no holds barred sex after the St Valentine's Day dance. He was always nice to , if a little distant. His gifts were always the most extravagant. His deanor toward my family was solicitous. As I got older, I decided his solicitude was actually patronizing.
Since Uncle Adam is a doctor, he is usually the designated driver when they go out. Even when he is not on duty, he is on call. However, the storm cancelled his ti off. Aunt Vicki was pissed.
"Yes, Cora! I knew marrying a doctor had its challenges. But I look forward to this night. I can let my hair down and get a little crazy."
"Vicki, if that dress is any indication, you were going to get more than a little crazy! Besides, there will be other nights." Mom sounded amused at her older sister as she surveyed her very revealing dress.
"Fuck other nights. Adam has been working like one of them Hebrew slaves in the bible. Tonight I wanted a little ti." She sensuously ran her open palms over her hips. Then she drew one back and slapped her ass. "Actually, I wanted a LOT of ti!"
Aunt Vicki, at 48, is what one would definitely call voluptuous. I am just over 6' and tip the scale at around 200 pounds. Aunt Vicki is about 5'7" and probably matches pound for pound. She is a big woman. What the boys on the block call thick. Her tummy was soft and rounded but most of that thickness was in her ass and breasts. Her thighs and calves were large but firm.
She wore a red lace long sleeved dress with a scalloped hem and a high cut neck. Under the see thru sh she wore a red camisole with attached garters. Fla red 5 inch CFM heels with satiny red stockings completed auntie's Valentine's Day outfit. Imagine a full chested Rubens model then add 30 pounds and you have Aunt Vicki.
My 45 year old mom wore a red side wrap dress with a deep vee wired neckline and spaghetti straps. The wrap extended down partially covering one leg to just above the ankle while leaving the other uncovered to the middle of her full firm thigh. It was a long version of one of those Dorothy Lamour sarongs in the old movies. In keeping with the Valentine's Day the of the party, she wore red zebra striped stockings with matching red zebra striped mules. She looked hot. It showed off her full firm legs. The vee neckline displayed a startling amount of her lush cleavage. Mom is not a big woman but like most African Arican won, she has a full bubble butt and large breasts. Again, imagine a Rubens model sans 30 pounds but about 36C.
Both mom and Aunt Vicki had caral colored skin and grey eyes, reflecting our Creole heritage. Their eyes were almond shaped with a slight oriental tilt set in an oval face. An aquiline nose set above full and sensual lips. They both were MILFs. There just was more of Aunt Vicki.
She was a brassy woman, loud and profane. Mom often said with her sister, whatever ca up, ca out. Once, I overheard them discussing their sex lives.
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"Yeah the quality is okay, Cora. I an when we fuck I get a good ride. But sotis I want quantity. I just want to be fucked senseless."
Mom laughed. "Girl, I know what you an! I tell Deshaun sotis he should tie to the bed and use like a $2 whore. Hell! I told him once to blindfold and bring in a few friends"
"Chile, I know what you an! Just pound you into the mattress. What did he say?"
"He says he got too much respect for to treat like!"
"Respect hell! He can respect you afterwards!"
I slipped out the patio door. Their loud guffaws ringing in my ears. Overhearing that conversation forever altered my view of my Aunt and mother. They were no longer just my sexy aunt and mom. They were both sexual animals with large libidos. And mom was a sub!
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From that mont my aunt and my mom moved from sexy won to won I fantasized having sex with. So of my buddies talked about stealing their mom's panties and masturbating with them. I never did that. I would "borrow" her used panties from the dirty clothes hamper. I would place them over my head and masturbate to the mind-altering aroma of my mother's pussy. When I ca, it was a geyser, shooting high in the air and splattering back on my chest.
"Besides, tonight he promised to do it like I like to do it. We were going to get down, dirty and nasty. You know what that ans."
Mom shot a quick glance at .
"Uhh! Vicki! We don't need to go into detail about your...proclivities...when you drink. Especially with my son here!"
"Look, I'm 18! In most of the country, that makes an adult. However, I can leave the room, if you want."
"No, that's okay, Jordan," dad said standing up from his easy chair. He matched in height. However, the spare tire around his middle added thirty pounds and gave him a rotund look. Mom called him her black teddy bear. Like , dad was so dark that his skin had a bluish hue reflecting the African strain in his side of the family's low country gitchie heritage. . He was wearing a rented white tuxedo with red lapels and red piping on the pant leg. His shirt was blood red with ruffles framing the buttons.
"Deshaun, you'll just have to be the designated driver."
"Hey! Why put that on , Cora! I look forward to this party also!"
At that point, as if on cue, their eyes turned to .
"Son, you aren't doing anything tonight. Why don't you drive us?"
"Great idea," mom chortled, "and then we can all enjoy the party."
"Mom, Dad, just because I am...between girlfriends...doesn't an I want to spend Saturday night at a dull grown up party."
I had just broken up with my girlfriend. I was still trying to sort out why. It seed to be going great. We even circled the bases a few tis. Then she asked that we just be friends. She said she was always sore after we had sex and she just did not want to do it with anymore.
"Great idea, Deshaun," Aunt Vicki exclaid, "And Jordan you don't have to stay. You can drop us off and pick us up when we call."
I will not bore you with my pleadings in a losing argunt. I ferried them across town in Aunt Vickie's luxury sedan. I did ntion Uncle Adam was a doctor, didn't I? The storm began as we moved across town. What was normally a 20-minute drive took closer to thirty due to the blowing snow.
On the drive ho, I called my buddy Manny Patel using the hands free calling feature. I invited him by to play video gas with .
"Hey dude! No way! We are supposed to get snow up the ass out here! Besides, my dad and mom are at that big Valentine's Day thing at the country club and I'm stuck babysitting my little sister."
"Yeah I here ya! I guess I'll do so of that bhang you gave and watch porn."
"Dude! Be careful! That shit can knock you on your ass. And with so people it makes them uncontrollably horny. You don't want to rub your dhong raw!" He snorted that irritating horse like hee haw laugh of his.
"What's in that stuff anyway?"
"It's steam extracted liquid marijuana blended into fernted honey. Fernting the honey kicks the alcohol content up to about 60 proof. It's like an Indian liqueur. But it's used in dicines, cooking and even so religious rituals."
"Religious rituals?"
"Yeah! My grandfather says straight it has mind-altering properties, almost like an aphrodisiac. I don't know about that shit. But it's a good high and it makes the chicks legs pop open." Again his irritating laugh.
I hung up and resigned myself to a night alone. By the ti I got ho, the storm was raging. I parked the car in the driveway and entered the garage by the side door. Once inside, I used dad's stepladder to retrieve my bhang stash from a rafter in the open beam ceiling. I got a coke from the refrigerator in the garage, took a big gulp and refilled it with bhang.
I returned the bhang to its hiding place, went back to my room and fired up my laptop. For , one of the side effects of bhang was it took longer to cum. But when I did, it was like turning on a fire hose.
My cell rang around 11:30. It was dad. His voice was heavily slurred.
"Jossun, we're ready. Co get us"
"Okay dad! But it's going to take a bit. It's snowing pretty good."
It took 40 minutes to make the drive. As I pulled under the canopy of the country club, the three of them were standing just inside the double glass door. Mom and Aunt Vicki were on Dad's arms. It was a perfect case of the blind leading the blind as they staggered toward the car.
"Gawddamit Vicki! You keep bumping your big ass hips into and you gona knock us all down!"
"You juss leave my hips alone! My man likes them."
The doorman was White and in his 30's. He opened the front and rear doors. He eyed my mom's ass as she literally crawled across the rear seat, exposing her lush hips. Dad slipped in next to her. They were both giggling like teenagers.
When he helped Aunt Vicki into the front, I noticed he could not keep his eyes off her crotch. As she turned in the car seat, I saw why. Her dress had ridden up around her thighs. Before he closed the door, I could see the elastic tops of her satiny red stockings with the red garters.
She caught staring at her thighs and winked. "That will give him sothing to think about when he jacks off tonight!"
"Vicki! You stop talking like that in front of my son." Mom leaned forward between us, placing her left hand on my shoulder. "Be careful, darling," mom slurred, "ish really bad out here"
"Yes ma'am"
As mom leaned on the back of my seat, in the rear view mirror, I could see dad sitting forward in the back seat run his hand under her dress. She looked over her shoulder at him and blew him a kiss.
"What was that shit the Patels had?" Auntie slouched down in the bucket seat with her legs crossed at the ankles and her knees spread, uncaring of the spectacle she presented. My cock grew down my pant leg.
"He shaid it was hang or bhang or so shit like that. Sho kinda Indian liqueur." Disturbingly, mom's warm breath blew by my ear causing my cock to twitch. The odor of stale alcohol mixed with Liz Taylor's Passion assaulted my senses.
"That shit is potent! I ain't been this fucked up in years."
"After all the alcohol we drank tonight, it was a nicesh way to end the evening."
"It waash nice of him to share it with us." Dad was barely comprehensible. He was not only having trouble talking, he could not keep his hands off mom. He kept stroking her ass. She giggled and sat back in the seat.
"Deshaun! You stop that! At least until we get ho." Mom tittered like a schoolgirl.
About 10 minutes into the drive, I heard a slurping sound. In the rear view mirror, I could see my mother's head in my father's lap. His cock was in her mouth, her dress was around her waist and his hand was between her legs. Her eyes were closed. With her cheeks concaved, she looked more like a baby nursing a pacifier then a woman sucking a cock.
Dad's eyes were also closed. His head lay back against the headrest. I could see mom's stockings were thigh highs attached to a lace garter. Her luscious bare behind rotated slowly under dad's hand and she moaned loudly.
I knew they had an active sex life. My room was up the hall from theirs. Once or twice a week I could hear them going at it. Mom was a screar. However, seeing them making out in the backseat took it to a new level. I recalled Manny Patel's warning about bhang.
As I cautiously negotiated the snow packed roads, I shot a quick glance at Aunt Vicki. It was almost as though she were in a coma. Her mouth was open, eyes closed and her head lolled to the side. Her red lace dress had ridden higher on her thighs. In the subdued ambient light, I could see the tops of her satiny stockings. I got a hard on imagining what I could not see. The distraction caused briefly to lose control of the car. It fishtailed, the ABS kicked in and I quickly regained control. Aunt Vickie's eyes popped open. Her hand shot out and grabbed my thigh.
"What happened," she slurred.
"I skidded a little. But we are okay."
"You be careful now! Ish really bad out here."
Aunt Vicki turned in the seat, got on her knees so she could see into the back seat. Her dress was around her hips, revealing her large caral chocolate ass frad by the satiny red garters. I suppressed the urge to lean over and kiss her succulent rear.
"Cora, you naughty girl," her voice was sing songy and leering. "Whatever are you doing back here?"
I shot a quick glance at the mirror. Mom raised her head. Dad's cock slid wetly, partially erect from her mouth. A thin filant of liquid followed her mouth, sagged and separated. It landed on her lower lip and chin. My cock fought to rip a hole through my jeans as she casually ran her tongue over her lips and smacked. Dad's cock lay wetly on the white tuxedo pants, staining them.
For the first ti in my life, I saw my father's cock. Though a respectable size, he was smaller than ! Mom had a wicked grin on her face.
"Jossun! You keep your eyes on the road! Vicki, yoush just jealous."
"Maybe! But if you keep sucking Deshaun like that, you gona have to share again!"
Again? My mind reeled at the implications of their drunken repartee.
Mom struggled to a sitting position. I caught glimpses of black fur frad by her red stockings. She made an ineffectual attempt to pull her hem down. In the mirror, I could see a wet gleam on her lips and chin. Was it saliva or dad's cum? She wagged a finger in her sister's face. "You know that only happened a couple of tis. Jordan! Keep your mind on the road."
The big sedan had drifted and bumped the curb. I yanked the wheel to the left. The ABS kicked in and the car recovered.
Was mom suggesting that she and Aunt Vicki had a 3so with my father?
"Wanna switch places? You sit up here with your son and I get in back with Deshaun?"
VICKI! You stop saying shit like that!" In the mirror I could see mom wore a lop sided grin. "Besidesh, he sleep."
Aunt Vicki turned back in the seat. I heard the rustling of clothes in the back seat then the soft sound of snoring. Auntie put her left hand back on my thigh. For a few monts, she stared out the windshield at the driving snow. I could see the straps of her garter and the clips attached to her stockings. In the flashes of light as we passed under streetlights and the dim glow of the BMW's ambient lighting, I could see the full curve of her bare hips.
My eyes were on a swivel. I would look down trying to catch glimpses of her pussy. Then quickly look up as I negotiated the snow-covered road. Auntie would doze, her head dropping to her chest. Then she would wake up, look around bleary eyed and repeat the cycle.
"Fucking dizzy," she mumbled.
"Just relax, Auntie. We'll be ho in a little bit."
She tried to reposition herself further up the seat. In the process, her hand, still resting on my thigh, slid up, covering my dick.
"Whush this here? Boy you got a hard on! And a nice one at that!"
"Auntie I...!"
"Donsh you worry about it! Mo'sh natural thing in the world. I wish your uncle got hard more often!"
Auntie's hand flexed several tis on my hardening cock through my jeans.
"Nice sizesh too! You know, before they put thesh fuckin' consoles in the way, a girl could lean over and show a fellow how much she appreciated him."
She began massaging my cock through my jeans, running her hand up and down my length and gently squeezing.
"Aunt Vicki! You should stop!"
"You know, I used to suck my dates off instead of giving them a good night kiss. Any of your girlfriends ever give you road head?"
She giggled then seed to doze off again. Her hand still rested on my cock. The roads were now snow packed and slippery. The wind picked up, cutting visibility. I gripped the wheel tightly with both hands.
Auntie turned on her side facing the back of the bucket seat. She slumped down with her head resting on the console and her legs extended on the seat behind her. Her dress was now above her hips. I could see a lacy red garter extending down from the camisole holding up the red satiny stockings. I could see the full curve of her bare mature ass. Even drunk and sleep she looked incredible. Uncle Adam missed a real treat. It seed the bhang released whatever inhibitions auntie had left.
A phrase from her conversation with mom crept back into my head. 'Pound into the mattress'! Jesus! I wish I could!
The car fishtailed again. Aunty woke up. She turned slightly and looked over at the storm raging outside the driver's side window.
"Nasty fuckin' night!" A slow lopsided smile played across her lips. "I had sothing special planned for Adam tonight. I was going to slip one of his blue pills in his drink."
"Aunty, you shouldn't be telling all of this."
"Why not? You said you was an adult. Adults talk about sex. You know what else I did?"
"No Auntie," I sighed.
Resigned to hearing her rambling, I concentrated on keeping the car on the road.
She struggled and turned around so she was sitting in the seat. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hike her dress up around her waist. Then she reached over and turned the dim ambient lighting up.
A stoplight turned red. I gradually braked the big automobile to a stop. I release the steering wheel and flexed my fingers. Between the horrific driving conditions and auntie's sexy drunken rambling, I was tense.
I looked down. Aunt Vicki pulled her camisole to the side exposing her nether regions. Just above her pussy, her pubic hair was shaved in the shape of a heart and dyed red! I stared opened mouth. My cock jumped and twitched agonizingly in my tight jeans.
"Dish is whush your Uncle Adam missed." She ran her fingers through her cleft, across her pubic hair and back again. A thin line of wet extended from her pussy to her finger. It sagged and broke. There was a wet gleam to her cleanly shaven lips. I gulped hard.
"Ish soft too! Wanna feel?" with no further preamble, she grabbed my right hand and yanked it between her legs. She used both of her hands to hold mine in her moist warm inner sanctum. She squeezed her large thighs together trapping my hand there. I could feel the wetness of her cunt dribbling over my fingers.
"Auntie please stop! I...I...have to drive."
"Thish is what I had for your fucking mister ergency room doctor uncle!"
Her hips thrust forward. She pressed my index finger into her cleft. For an agonizingly brief mont, auntie fucked my finger. She groaned, her eyes at half mast. Her hips thrust up and back several tis. Then she stopped. Her head dropped to her chest. She seed to be passed out.
My jeans were a prison, pinning my cock between them and my thigh. I could feel the roughness of the denim material scratching my sensitive dickhead. I felt a warm wetness where copious amounts of precum leaked out onto my thigh.
"Lightsh changed."
"What?"
"Lightsh changed." Her arm pointed limply out the windshield at the green light barely visible threw the driving snow. She opened her thighs and I withdrew my hand. Her slick glistening juices coated it. Gripping the wheel with my left hand and my right hanging limply in the air, I eased the big sedan forward. The back wheels slipped a little then grabbed.
"Roadsh bad. You need to use both hands."
I held my wet right hand up with the fingers extended.
"I...uh....I need sothing to...!"
"Why don't you just lick 'em clean?"
I shot a quick look at her leering face then down at her still open legs. Her pussy looked wetter. I could see a small half moon of wetness between her legs on the leather seat.
I ached to taste her. Though cooling on my hands, her juices still felt like hot lava.
"You scared, ain't you? You scared to taste a real woman."
Auntie leered. She reached out, grasped my right hand, took a finger in her mouth and sucked it. All the ti she stared at . Then she slowly took my finger from her mouth and pushed my other finger toward .
"Lick it!"
I pulled my hand, held by hers to my mouth and licked my fingers. The taste was intoxicating. There was a musky sweetness to it.
Auntie pulled my hand back to her. Her tongue was almost prehensile, wrapping around each of my fingers. She moaned softly. She released my hand and lay back in the bucket seat.
"Gawd! I love that taste! You ever eat pussy, Jordan?"
"Uh...yes ma'am."
"Did it taste as good as mine?"
"Uh...yes ma'am. I an...no ma'am. I an...!
Auntie patted my thigh. "Sharight! Pussy is like beer, an acquired taste. Lord, knows I love the taste!"
"Jordan!" I jumped at the sound of my father's voice.
"How far are we from ho?"
"Uh, about 10 minutes at this speed, dad. It's really nasty tonight."
"I don't feel so good."
"Deshaun! Don't you dare get sick in my car!"
"I'm alright," dad mumbled.
"you better be," auntie cackled, "Cora got plans for you!"
I turned on to the long street leading to our house. Visibility was close to zero. I was driving straddling the center line.
Auntie's head bobbed to her large chest as she fought sleep. Her legs were still spread. Her hand rested on her pussy, gently stroking it. The blower on the heater wafted a fragrant muskiness around the front seat.
"I like to be fucked in the ass too. Once, years ago, I was actually airtight. You know what that is, Jossun?"
"Ah! No Aunty."
She reached over and grasped my cock. "It ans you got a cock in your mouth, pussy and ass at the sa ti."
The BMW fishtailed dangerously as I turned my head to look at my aunt in disbelieve.
"Whoa tiger! Donsh put us in the ditch. Nights like these are good for fucking" She paused and pushed herself up, her arms supporting her upper body. "Cause ain't no such thing as a bad night for fuckin""
She reached out with one hand and grasped my cock.
"Aunty! I need to concentrate on my driving. And....mom and dad are in back."
"Don't worry! They both passed out again. They out for the count. They snoring so loud they can't hear us anyway."
She turned, getting on her knees in the seat. She reached over and fumbled with my zipper.
"Aunt Vicki please! I have to concentrate on my driving."
"You do that! I got sumthun' else I want to concentrate on. Let your seat back."
"Aunt Vicki I...!
"Do it motherfucker!" Her raspy voice carried all the authority of an adult order a child.
I bristled but reached down, hit the button and let my seat back. I was in that nether world of the 18 year old. I felt like I was an adult while the adults still treated like a child.
Aunt Vicki turned in the seat and got on her knees. In the diffused glow of the ambient lighting, I could see a gleam of wetness on her thighs. She fumbled with my belt buckle. Finally, she got it open and unzipped my pants. I saw her lick her lips as she reached in my jockeys and pulled my tool out.
"Boy, this fucker could wreck a pussy! Your girlfriends handle all of this?"
I...uhh!"
She leaned over the console forcing her head between the steering wheel and my abdon. She licked the head of my cock.
"Take a woman to handle a cock like this. How big is it?"
"uhh...I don't know!"
She ran her tongue around the head sending little thrills through my body.
"Muthafucka got to be 8 inches. Hell! My fingers just barely et around it."
She stroked it hard a couple of tis and then took the head in her mouth. The mont was surreal. I could hear my parents snoring in the backseat. The storm was approaching near whiteout conditions. And my drunk aunt was sucking my dick. She got about half of it in. I could feel it touch the back of her throat. She bobbed a few tis and the car skidded. She raised up and stared bleary eyed out of the windshield.
"Don't have no accident," she giggled, "Yo momma would give hell if she woke up and I had your dick in my mouth."
"Uh, aunty! Our house is just down the block."
"You close to cumming yet, boy?"
"No ma'am."
In fact, I had not cum all night. The bhang let get right to the edge but I could not get over the top. It was an exquisite torture. I knew when I did cum it would be a gusher.
"Boy, you don't call no woman who just sucked your dick "ma'am"! Bitch maybe! Or Ho! Your uncle likes to call his fat ass slut! But you never say "ma'am!"
"Yes...M! Uh Aunty."
As I turned into our driveway, she stuffed my cock back in my jeans and zipped them up. She turned in the seat just as the garage door went up and the light ca on. Her thighs were wet with her juices. They glead as the fragrant liquid dripped on to the expensive leather. Just before she shook my parents awake, she turned to .
"My...proclivity... as your conservative mom likes to call it is I like to fuck when I drink. Once I got high and took on the whole basketball team. I left them with their tongues hanging out. Wake up you two!"
It was like a Keystone Kop's scene as the three of them stumbled out of the car. Like most driveways, ours had a slight slope to allow drainage away from the house. I stepped out on the driver's side. I alternately balanced myself on the side and hood of the car as I made my way around to the passenger side.
Mom exited the sedan before I got to her. She attempted to stand, lost her balance, windmilled her arms frantically and fell on her ass. She landed with a muffled plop in the inches deep snow, her legs flying in the air.
I saw my mother's pussy. Large butterfly lips extended out from her neatly trimd muff. My dick jerked in my pants and I almost ca. Her pussy was beautiful.
"Deshaun! Help up, baby!"
Dad balanced with one hand on the side of the car. He nodded at mom, took two steps toward her, repeated her windmill performance and landed next to her. Despite the cold and blowing snow, they all started giggling like idiots. Aunt Vicki was balancing herself on the car with one hand and holding her belly with the other.
"Son, help your mother up!"
Carefully, I stepped over and straddled mom's legs. Her feet were flat on the snow covered driveway with her knees bent and her dress up around her waist. For the briefest of monts, I thought mom looked at and smiled.
She extended her open arms above her and beckoned with both hands.
"My ass is getting cold, baby! Hurry up!"
I snapped out of my trance. I bent my knees and placed my arms under her armpits. Mom wrapped her arms around my neck. I was acutely aware of her breasts pressing against my arms as I lifted her to her knees.
"Wait baby, wait! Let catch my breath." Her hands slid down around my thighs.
The side of her face was lying on my still hard cock. Wisps of mist floated from her mouth as she inhaled deeply, exhausted by her exertions. Flecks of snow landed on her face and lted, spotting her face. I had a fantastical mont where I imagined it was perspiration caused by her writhing under . I imagined my cock penetrating and separating those butterfly lips.
"Cora, you can't just can kneel here in the shnow! Get up!"
With that dad sat up in the snow. He began pushing up on mom's bare ass. Mom turned her head and slid up my body. Her arms slid slowly over my ass, then up my back, finally wrapping around my neck. I felt her lips slide up the bulge in my jeans as I got her to her feet. She fell against . For the briefest mont, I thought she ground her hips into my still hard cock.
"Well don't just stand there! Give a hand!"
Mom's hand slid across my chest as she carefully moved aside.
"Sorry dad!"
I managed to get dad to his feet. He duck waddled to mom and grasped her around the waist. He and mom leaned against each other as they did the drunkards walk up the slippery driveway.
"Get your ass over here and help ."
I was so entranced with watching dad's hand caressing my mom's ass, I forgot about Aunt Vicki. I carefully stepped over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist.
"I saw you staring at your mom's pussy," she slurred breathily in my ear.
"Auntie I...!"
"Donsh worry, Jossun! Mosh natural thing in the world for a young man to do."
She and I did a slow slip and slide up the driveway. I was on sexual overload. In the course of an hour's drive, I glimpsed mom sucking off dad, got head from my aunt, fingered her snatch and I saw my mom's pussy. I desperately needed to get to the privacy of my room to relieve the pressure.
My left hand slide up and cupped Aunt Vicki's huge tit. She glanced at and winked. I squeezed it. Auntie slipped and my grasp of her breasts tightened. She moaned and turned to stare at . An odd smiled played across her lips. I tightened my grasp of her tit, squeezing it hard. Her eyes closed, she shivered and she lay her head on my shoulder.
Mom and dad were leaning against the railing that separated the concrete steps leading down into the dia Room from the attached garage. He had her dress up around her waist. His hands were cupping her bare ass. They were sharing a long sloppy kiss. Mom's hands gripped dad's ass, reflexively squeezing and releasing.
"Y'all cut that shit out or cut in! Cora, you talk about wanting to fuck when I drink, you and Deshaun gone do it right here in the garage with and your son watching."
Dad staggered back, looking embarrassed. Mom giggled and made a halfhearted attempt to pull her dress down. Finally, she gave up.
"Jordan, get the door! Vicki, you slut! Don't you be talking like that in front of my son."
"I'm a slut! I'm a slut," aunty screeched, "You da one got your hairy pussy on display and freaking in the garage."
"Ladies! Ladies! We have all had more than our share of liquor tonight. Let's get out of this cold ass garage and into a warm house. Jordan! Get the door!"
I squeezed pass mom and dad in the tight confines of the two car garage. I opened the dia Room door, entered the code on the security panel adjacent to the door. It chirped twice, indicating the alarm was off. Dad stumbled by and into the bathroom directly across from the garage door. He slamd the bathroom door. Next sound we hear is him throwing up his guts.
"Well," mom said dejectedly, "so much for a happy ending to my night."
"At least your man is here! And you probably got your toys in your bedroom. Give my keys, Jordan."
"Bitch! Don't you be talking about my toys, Whatever I got, it's my business. And you ain't driving in this weather! You drunk! You sleep in Jordan's room. Jordan, you sleep on the hideaway bed down here."
Auntie placed her hands on her hips and leaned forward. "Why I got to be a bitch?" Her voice softened. "But you probably right. Pull your dress down. Your son is getting an eyeful."
Mom stuck her tongue out at Aunty Vicki. She turned facing and did a sensuous hip wiggle as she pulled her dress down. The entire ti she held my eyes with hers.
The bathroom door flew open. My dad stumbled out looking like death with his drawn face and hollow eyes. The three of us watched as he waved his hand, mumbled sothing and stumbled up the stairs.
"Jordan, get what you need out of your room. Vicki, you can use one of my gowns. Now let get up here and see to my man." She shot Aunt Vicki a quick look. "Cause he definitely won't be seeing to !"
I watched the soft sway of mom's ass as she made her way upstairs. A phrase I heard my dad use once popped into my head; like two little boys wrestling under a blanket.
"You like your mom's ass?"
I had forgotten that Aunt Vicki was standing next to .
"Uh! I...! Well, you see...!"
"It's a nice one, if you like them on the skinny side!"
"Mom's ass is not skinny!" My hand shot to my mouth in embarrassnt.
Aunt Vicki turned and smiled. She stepped forward and threw her arms around my neck.
"Poor baby," she said breathily in a little girl's voice, "him been getting teased all night!"
She leaned forward and put her mouth over mine. Her tongue forced its way between my lips. I could feel her large breasts pressing against my chest. Her crotch was grinding against mine in small circles. I felt her tongue exploring my mouth, insistent against mine.
Unbidden, my hands slid down to her more than ample ass. I squeezed it hard, feeling the firmness through the soft silk of the dress. She groaned as I cupped her ass and pulled her tight against my hard cock. I fought back against her invading tongue, pressing it back into her mouth where my tongue beca the aggressor.
I managed to grab the hem of her dress and slide it over her hips. I could feel her bare sweaty ass in my hands. I pulled her ass cheeks apart while squeezing them. I felt another liquid, more slippery than ordinary sweat, coating her thighs. Still mauling her lips, I squatted slightly and slipped one hand between her thighs. I pushed the crotch of the camisole aside and felt the swollen cleft of her pussy. I slipped a finger in it.
Aunty hissed. As we continued our kiss, she groaned into my mouth as she pumped her hips on my finger. She broke the kiss. Her arms still wrapped around my neck. She leaned back slightly, still pumping her hips on my finger. Myopically, she stared, her alcohol weakened eyes unable to focus. She groaned as I slid a second finger in her sodden hole.
"You gona fuck your old aunty, Jordan? You gona give her so of this young cock?"
I was not sure of what to say. I never had a woman ask to fuck them. It usually just happened. . The answer was obvious. But I had never said it. My fingers made a sloshing sound in her pussy as I flicked them back and forth between her swollen pussy lips. Auntie's hips flexed forward, thrusting against my invading fingers.
"As hard and as long as you want, Aunty!"
She pushed away. My finger slipped wetly from her pussy. I glanced down at the incongruous hairy red heart above her sex. In her heels, her face was even with mine. The overpowering aroma of hot pussy and stale gin perated the air.
"Boy, your momma would kill !"
She turned and started up the stairs. Two steps up she slipped and fell forward. I took a step forward. Her ass was sweaty from her exertions.
"We gona fuck. But you better make it good! Cause when your momma find out, and she will find out, I'm going to the top of her shit list."
I shook my head and opened my mouth to swear secrecy. Aunty held up her hand, palm up fingers extended.
"Don't do like most n and swear to never tell. You gona tell soone. Y'all always do! As a matter of fact, If I'm such a lousy fuck that you don't want to talk about it, I'll be pissed!"
So that's how I got here. Behind this large mature ass, my heart pounding like a thoroughbred in a stakes race, my cock a rigid bar of steel pounding Aunt Vicki's ass. I was working on my fourth nut of the night.
The first was in her mouth. We did it right on the steps leading up from the dia room. Auntie had turned on the steps after she fell. Her dress was still around her waist. She reached up and unbuckled my jeans. She pulled them and my jockeys down around my ankles.
"Boy, there is an old song that fits this mont."
I looked at her quizzically.
"Gime that licking stick!"
Auntie was a pro. She inhaled my cock. I could feel her tongue lavishing caresses on it as the head bumped against the back of her mouth. She gagged and pulled back. She took in her hand and stroked while looking up in to my eyes.
"I want to feel this big motherfucker slide down my throat."
She took back in her mouth. This ti when I hit the back of her mouth, she pushed forward. I experienced the indescribable feeling of the head of my cock sliding down a woman's throat. She did sothing that few won since then and none before ever did. She hiccupped a few tis, squeezing my cock in her throat. I ca like Old Faithful. Instead of jets of steam and hot water shooting in the air, I fired my hot seed down auntie's throat and into her belly. I held her head tight as I pumped hard, emptying my balls.
I could see the excess cum streaming out of the corners of her mouth. It ran down her cheeks and dripped obscenely on her lace dress, staining it. Auntie pulled back, coughing explosively, spraying and her with cum and saliva.
"Fuck Jordan! Fuck! I ain't never had nobody cum like that in my mouth. And you still hard!"
I am not sure what ca over then. Perhaps it was the pent up frustration of an hour's teasing in the car. Perhaps it was the residual effect of the bhang. I still don't know why. I knelt between my aunt's thighs right there on the steps. When she tried to stand up, I pushed her back.
"No Jordan! We mustn't! Your mom and dad are just upstairs."
I sneered at her. All night long she had been teasing about sex, about fucking. When she struggled, I grab her arms and pinned the above head with one hand. With my other hand I ripped the crotch of her camisole open.
Auntie's eyes widened. "What you gona do? You just going to take you so pussy?"
I guided my tool into her opening and thrust hard. I watched auntie's eyes widen in shock as I entered her.
"Oh God! Dear fucking god, Jordan! Easy, baby easy! AAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWW SHHHHIIITTTT!!"
I thrust ho and bottod out. I could feel my balls slapping against her ass.
"I've been wanting to do this for a long ti, Auntie! You prance around her talking shit and teasing ! Ti to stop teasing!"
I began a slow in and out. My last girlfriend told that the only way she could take is if I did it real slow. Still holding auntie's arms above her head, I thrust strongly and deeply into her mature pussy. She looked at wide eyed, her mouth open and drooling. Auntie was tight. Not as tight as my ex but still tight. I felt her pussy begin to flex and spasm around my invading cock.
Above us I could hear the creak of a bed. Faintly I could hear soft moans. It sounded like dad was not as drunk as we thought. As I fucked Aunt Vicki, I could hear mom and dad fucking above us. It was unreal!
"Fuck Jordan! FFFFUUUCCKK! Your...cock...your cock is filling...filling completely."
I recalled what she told in the car, what Uncle Adam called her.
"You fat ass bitch! Move your big ass!"
Auntie's mouth, still covered in my cum, widened in a lopsided grin.
"Oh, it's gona be that kinda of party, huh? I may be a fat ass bitch but you got a lot to learn before you ta a slut like ."
Auntie wrapped her big thighs around my back. Above I could look through the kitchen and see the steps leading up to the bedrooms. If either of my parents ca to the kitchen, the first thing they would see is my aunt and I imitating the beast with two backs.
"Then teach " I picked up the pace, slamming harder into Auntie, pushing her up the stairs with the violence of my fucking. "Show how to please a woman."
"You just gona take you so pussy, huh? Then fuck ! Fuck hard!"
I spread my legs slightly, bracing myself against the stairs. I pushed up on my arms and began driving hard into auntie's pussy. The sloshing sound of cock in wet pussy filled the air. The violent slap of flesh on flesh resounded.
"Oh my god! Auntie you are amazing!"
She raised her head and planted her mouth over mine. At first, I recoiled at the taste of my own cum.
"Co on you bastard! Suck my tongue! See how good your jizz taste?"
There was no stopping now. My head swam. The taste of my seed was strangely arousing. The light in the kitchen blurred. My whole body trembled with my need. I looked down into auntie's eyes. Her face was contorted in an orgasmic sneer. Her eyes were wide and glowing. Auntie's body trembled. I felt her pussy spams and clamp down.
"Jesus Christ! I'm coming! ARRRGGGGHHHHHH Gawddamit!"
I tried to keep thrusting but the intensity of auntie's orgasms was such that her pussy had a death grip on my cock. I felt that tingling deep in my balls. The hump in my back grew. I thrust hard once, twice, three tis. I lost count as I pumped my seed into my aunt's mature pussy. My open mouth scream matched hers.
"FFFUUUCCKK! Oh Fuck! too, auntie! too!"
I collapsed on top of her. We were sweating profusely. I could feel the spasms in auntie's pussy lessening.
"Motherfucker! That was good," Auntie moaned.
I began to push up off her. Her legs dropped to the steps on either side of us. As I attempted to lever myself up, she reached up and wrapped her arms around , pulling to her. My still hard cock sank to her depths. Auntie's eyes bucked and she groaned.
Her hands slipped to my head and she held it in both of her hands. Her eyes held mine as though searching for sothing.
"I ain't never had nobody fuck like that! Sotis I like it when a man just takes like you just did."
I stared numbly, not sure of what to say.
"You know what a Dom is, boy?"
"No ma'am...er...auntie!"
She smiled. "Never mind! You keep fucking like that and you can call anything you want. Now let's get to your room before we get caught.
The third nut was in her mouth again. It started with her teaching the fine points of eating pussy. She taught that eating pussy was like French kissing. Your tongue plays first around her lips, moving between them. Then you probe the depths of her hole. Like your mouth and teeth suck and nibble on her mouth, you do the sa with her pussy lips. The taste was incredible. There was a sweat muskiness to it. Auntie's juices were thick like honey but with a tantalizing, intoxicating musk. For the first ti, I tasted my seed mixed with a woman's juices leaking from her pussy. It was a drug. I beca addicted to it.
She taught that when she was aroused her clit was almost painfully sensitive. That I had to build her to the peak where more than the occasional lick was tolerable. However, when I got her to that point, to transfer most of my attention there, licking it, sucking it, treating it like a small cock. She told to rember how she sucked my cock and do that to her clit.
Finally, she had turn into the 69 position. We sucked and licked each other for several minutes before I felt that familiar itch in my scrotum.
"I'm coming, Aunty! I'm coming!"
" too, baby! too! Bathe my tonsils with your sweet juice."
I heard her gag as I empty my balls down her throat. She gurgled several tis then went limp under . I felt her hands on my belly.
"Whew! Get up, Jordan! I need a breather."
"Yes ma'am."
Auntie looked a ss. Her makeup was sared, mixed with drying cum, saliva and sweat. Her dress had a small rip at the seams and stains from my seed. It and the camisole were around her waist. She told not to undress her, just push it out of the way. Treat like a ho you picked up in the street, she said.
Her nipples were black and rigid. I could see my teeth marks were she told to bite them, to make her feel so pain.
"Honey, I told you once, you don't have sex with a woman and call her ma'am. Especially ! It makes feel old."
"Yes, Aunty."
"Better! But we'll work on it."
Aunt Vicki looked surprised when she saw my still hard cock.
"Lord, the blessings of youth! How many tis can you cum before that monster gets soft."
She tried to sit up and tumbled on her back. She was still very drunk. Her eyes were at half-mast.
"It's always semi hard, Aunty."
Aunty managed to roll to her belly. She turned so that her face was near my crotch. Her eyes were red and watery. As we talked, her eyes would slowly close then pop back open.
"I guess I should go downstairs and let you get so sleep."
She did not answer. Her head dropped to the mattress. She began to snore loudly. I got up, wondering what would happen in the morning when she sobered up. As I turned to leave my bedroom, she woke up.
"Hey!" she slurred. "Where the fuck you going?"
She was really loud. I began to worry about waking mom and dad. Soti while auntie and I were having sex it got quiet in their room.
"Get your ass back over here. We finished when I say we finished."
She rolled on her back with her legs spread. Her vaginal lips were red and swollen. I could see a pink pulsing within her partially open lips. A thin clear rill of liquid leaked from her pussy and down the crack of her ass.
"Well," she giggled, "at least you better than my husband. He'd be sleep by now. You got creaming like a schoolgirl. Jordan, you ever fuck a woman in her ass?"
I was shocked and uncertain what to say. My buddies and I sotis talked about won who 'took it up the ass'. We decided that was more talk than reality. We also decided if a woman let a man do that to her, she must be a real slut. I took a hard look at my 48 year old aunt.
"Uh...no! No Aunty," I managed to stamr out.
Her face took on a wistful look.
"It's been years for . Your uncle don't like doing it at all. Saysh it's filthy and degenerate. "She eyed drunkenly with a weird smile on her face. "You think giving a woman what she likes is degenerate, Jordan?"
"Um...I....I...I don't know Aunty."
Auntie's grin got bigger. Then, as though she had made her mind up about sothing, she asked about lube.
"Lube?"
"Jordan I know you jacking that monster off. You must be using sothing to lube that dick up. Where is it"?"
Weakly, my heart thudding loudly in my chest, I pointed at the nightstand. One of my friends worked at the local pharmacy. He gave sothing called Astroglide. He said it worked wonders when he whacked off.
Aunty Vickie rolled to her belly and got up on her knees. She balanced herself with one hand on the bed as she rummaged through the top drawer of my nightstand. Her large hips frad her swollen pussy. It seed fuller and fatter compared to the girls I knew. It looked like a partially open clam. Her pussy lips were dark brown. In the middle was a pink wet looking part. It seed to pulse as if it had a life of its own.
I did not know my cock could get any harder but it did. It ached as I recalled fucking my aunty. Just above that, winking, was her ass. In biology class when we dissected frogs, it was called an anus. So of the kids giggled nervously when old Mrs. Worthington used that term. She would fix them with a baleful glare over her black rimd coke bottle bottom eyeglasses. That tittering gradually tapered off when she did that.
I was looking at Auntie's anus. I was not going to dissect it. She wanted to fuck it.
"Ahhhhhh! Here it is!"
She held the nearly empty tube in the air in triumph. Her action caused her to over balance. She was in danger of falling on the floor, possibly hitting her head on the nightstand. I quickly grabbed her around the waist. I half pulled, half pushed her back into the bed.
She lay on her back, the tube of Astroglide held high.
"Aunty perhaps we should stop now...!"
"Gawddamit! You ain't gona be like your fucking goody two shoes fucking limp dick uncle, are you?
"No Aunty! I an...I didn't an...!"
"Shut up and lube my ass.
So there it is! We have co full circle. I am fucking the first anus in my life. And it was not half bad. It was much tighter than her pussy. If you judged by her loud vocals she was really enjoying it. At her urging, I even began slapping her ass! Hard!
Here I am 18, still in high school, only 2 won removed from being a virgin and I am pounding my aunt's asshole. Just as I got my coordination, pull back, slap her ass, thrust in and so on, I heard a scream behind .
I have recalled that mont many tis. It is burned into my consciousness. I had a tight grip on Auntie's hips, pulling her back as I thrust in. Both she and I turned, looking over our shoulders. I rember Auntie's loud grunt as I bottod out in her ass.
There was my mother. She was naked except for her pantyhose and high heels. The hair on her neatly trimd thatch glead wetly in the light from the lamp on the nightstand. Her breasts jiggled disturbingly as she balanced herself on the fra of the door. She was having trouble standing, weaving slightly. Her eyes were wide in surprise. A thin sheen of sweat covered her. The wetness of her hairy twat continued partway down her thighs. I rember thinking her tits were larger than I thought.
"VICKI! You slut! You fucking my son!"
I guess I should have pulled out of my aunt's ass then but I was petrified. In my mind's eye, I can see the tableau we must have presented in our incestuous position.
"Cora! Let explain."
Aunt Vicki was trying to slide forward off my cock. However, I had a death grip on her hips. I only relaxed my grip when she reached back and slapped my belly. Still, I knelt there. My mind was having trouble making the transition to the reality of the situation. My mother had just caught fucking her sister, my aunt, in the ass.
"Explain! Bitch, you fucking my son! What is there to explain?"
"Fuck! Cora, it ain't the end of the world."
Mom let go of the doorfra. She staggered as she walked the few steps to my bed. She stopped just past . Aunt Vicki turned and sat on the edge of the bed. There was a strong aroma of bodies and sex in the room.
Apparently, dad was not as drunk as we thought. I saw the familiar creamy coating moistening mom's thatch. So of it ran down her thighs. She and dad fucked. I resisted the urge to lick her thighs. I went to stand up, hoping to steal out of the room before the shit hit the fan.
"Sit down, Jordan!" They said it in unison.
I sat. Auntie was to my left sitting on the edge of the bed. Mom was just to my right. But not three feet separated us. I was trying to decide where I should go to escape. There was going to be an earth shaking fight. However, I was in my bedroom, my refuge. There was really no place to go. A part of wondered when my father would walk in. The shit would really hit the fan then.
"You no good tramp! Ever since we was kids, you get a little alcohol in you and you have to spread your legs,"
"Ho! I know you ain't talking about a bitch spreading her legs. Most of those tis yours were spread right next to ."
I was a spectator, forgotten in their alcohol/bhang fueled anger. Oddly, my mother's pussy seed to get wetter as they argued. Her pussy lips got more swollen and wetter.
"You slut! Whatever I may have done, I ain't fucked no relative."
"So you an them tis when we was kids and licked each other off don't count?"
So mom and Aunty not only fucked together, they had sex with each other. I tried to imagine my conservative mom on her back (her knees?) with so guys dick pounding her. Did she and auntie switch guys at so point? Did they let the guys watch them eat each other? My mind boggled at the possibilities.
Like a spectator at a tennis match, my head swiveled from first one to the other and back again. The only problem was while auntie was sitting on the bed next to , her big tits swinging as she gesticulated, mom was standing over . Each ti I swiveled her way, I had to look up from her pussy to see her face. As the verbal exchange heated up, I stopped swiveling and just stared at my mom's wet pussy. Dad's cock had been in there. His cum was wetting her inner thighs. What would it be like if I...! I shook my head to clear the image of my cock sliding around dad's cum in mom's pussy.
Mom scread again and leapt past . She landed on Aunt Vicki, pushing her back on the bed. Surprised, I slid to the floor, my back against the bed.
"Mom! Aunt Vicki! You guys need to stop!"
"You trifling ho! Fucking my son!"
They both had two handfuls of the others hair. At first Mom was on top. Her red crotchless pantyhose frad her round milk chocolate ass. In turn, that succulent jiggly behind frad her wet, gleaming butterfly wing pussy.
They rolled over and over on the bed, screaming, cursing each other and pulling the other's hair. I heard a rip as the seam of my aunt's dress completely separated. First mom was on top. Then auntie was on top, her dress hanging off her like an expensive silk rag. Then they were face to face side by side on the bed. Their bodies dripped with perspiration. Their breaths ca harsh sibilant wheezes.
"What you mad about, cunt? I beat you to it? Your limp dick husband couldn't quench the fire?"
The strong aroma of sweating bodies, stale alcohol and sothing else filled the tight confines of the small bedroom. Along with that indefinable aroma that caused my cock to stay hard, was the incredible scene before . Two won, two mature won were fighting about .
"Ho! You just mad cause I beat you to it."
"No! No! You sick bitch!" A line from a Shakespearian play we studied in school popped into my head. 'thinks the lady doth protest too much.'
Auntie got her knee between mom's legs and flipped her on her back. She pinned her arms above her head. Mom's legs scissored in the air ineffectually under my aunt's weight. Her exertions appeared to have exhausted her.
Aunt Vicki pinned mom's hands above her head. She entwined her legs around mom's forcing them open. There seed to be a subtle change in their behavior. They were still tussling and yelling at each other. Mom struggled less. She began thrusting her hips up and down.
"You bitch," she moaned, "you bitch!"
Where was my father? They were screaming at the top of their lungs, making enough noise to wake the dead. It obviously was not enough to wake dad from what I would discover later was a drunken stupor.
"You like this don't you, ho? You talk about my...PROCLIVITIES...what about yours? Does Deshaun ever pin you down and make you do whatever he wants? "
Mom's eyes rolled back in her head. Her head turned and she looked at . There was sothing odd in her eyes.
"Please Vicki! Please!"
"Please what, you submissive skank! Please let you lick my pussy. Huh, ho? Is that what you want?"
Aunt Vicki's eyes flicked toward . A wicked smile played across her lips.
"Or is it please let your son do to you what he did with ? Is that it, Cora? He was fucking my ass when you ca in. Look at that big dick!"
"Please Vicki! Stop!"
"Look at it! I done had that mammyfucker in my mouth, in my pussy and when you walked in, in my ass! THAT, little sister, is so good dick!"
I sat on the floor in open mouth consternation. Above two mature sisters were wrestling on the bed. One, my mother, seed to be surrendering to the will of the other, Aunt Vicki.
"Please Vicki! Let up!"
"You want to feel that big dick filling you up? You want to feel it touching parts of your hole your peewee dick husband never touches?"
"Is that what you really want? Or do you want your son to lick your pussy like I used to do? I taught him tonight. He should be as good at it as I was. Rember how when we were kids I would tie you to the bed. I'd tease your pussy until you peed your panties. Jordan! get my stockings off the floor over there!"
"Aunty, I'm going to wake up dad."
"That limp dick motherfucker is like my husband. He ain't gona do shit! Get the fucking stockings"
I have looked back at that mont. I could have turned and walked out of the room. Instead, I picked up the stockings, walked to the edge of the bed and handed them to my aunt. I watched as she quickly tied my mom's arms to the headboard. Aunt Vicki rolled to her back breathing heavily. She sweated enough to stain the sheet.
"Take off your mom's pantyhose," She wheezed.
"I...!"
"Do it! You want to be a Dom? School's in session!"
I avoided my mother's eyes as I slid up the bed between her legs. Her knees were flexed and her heels dug into the mattress. I could see bubbles of liquid forming on her vaginal lips. They ford, burst and dribbled between her swollen lips. Despite her protestations, she seed to be giving herself up to her sister's dominance.
The scent of sex and sweat emanated from their nether regions. My cock, which was still hard, tingled.
Auntie turned, raised up on her elbow and gave mom a long soulful kiss. I reached up and gripped the waistband of my mother's pantyhose. The aromas from mother's pussy caused my head to swim. It was strong, pervasive. The aroma was familiar. My ex-girlfriends slled like this. Aunt Vicki fairly reeked of it. However, mom's had a subtle quality. There was a familiarity to it. In later years, I ca to believe it was because her pussy was the first I tasted as I slid down the birth canal. Was this why n had that sexual fascination with their mother's? Was it because they tasted her at birth? Was it because they rember the warm snugness as they slid down the birth canal and wanted to experience that mont again? And again?
I began to separate lust from love. Auntie was an incredible fuck. However, that was lust. If and when I reentered mom's birth canal, if and when I deposited my seed in her womb, it would be an act of love! I turned my head and nipped at mom's thigh with my teeth.
"OUCH!! Mom squird
You little shit! I didn't teach you that," auntie chortled," Did that feel good, Cora? Do you like having your son mark you with his teeth."
I slid mom's pantyhose down to her hips. She lifted her ass so I could slide them off. Her pussy was wet, little bubbles kept forming at her opening, popped and dribbled down her cleft. I stopped, entranced. That rich intoxicating aroma wafted from this intimate opening. I inhaled deeply.
"Stop admiring the view!" I looked up into auntie's sweaty lust distorted face.
I pulled the tattered nylon over her legs and feet.
"Tie your mom's legs to the bed posts."
"Auntie, this too much! I can't...!"
"Look at her, Jordan! Look at her! See that puppy dog look? She wants it."
"Tie her up!" Auntie's scream struck like a sharp slap across the face. Numbly, I looped the waistband around the footboard. I pulled mom's legs apart, tying each with the leg of her stockings.
I glanced up. I felt odd. A feeling of strength. Aunt Vicki turned into a 69 position. She pressed her pussy hard against mom's mouth.
"Vicki please," mom pleaded.
I was shocked to see mom's throat work as she licked auntie's pussy. Auntie's eyes were lidded. Her hips gyrated slowly. She seed to be in another world. Her lips pulled back over her teeth in a snarl.
She and auntie were groaning. I could not help myself. I took my cock in hand and began to stroke it slowly. The feeling was exquisite, enhanced by the incestuous lesbian scene.
"Rember how I showed you to finger a pussy? Do it to your mom."
"No Vicki! No! Please don't!"
"Aunt Vicki, I...!"
"Do it, "she scread. I looked into my mother's pleading eyes. What was she pleading for? Did she want to leave the room? Or did she...? Auntie turned, lying full length on mom, tit to tit, crotch to crotch. They began a slow rotation of their hips.
I lay down between my mom's sweaty thighs. Above my aunt's pussy glead wetly. Her anus still looked a little open where monts before I was fucking it. I looked in front of at my mom's dripping wet pussy.
I eased my right hand forward with my index finger up, like Aunty showed . I felt an incredible heat emanating from my mom's pussy. The wet sound I heard as my finger penetrated my mom's pussy was accompanied by a long soulful moan. Her hips thrust up and stopped. I slipped my index finger into the incredible heat and wetness of my mom's pussy.
"Oh fuck! Fuck!"
"You like that, don't you Cora? That's your son's finger, your son, entering your needy pussy."
I curled my finger up and found the rough spot just inside that Aunty told about. I stroked it, using a motion as though I were beckoning for soone. Mom moaned and began to thrust up and down and push forward.
"Oh Jesus! Oh my God!"
"Jordan! Move your hand back and forth but keep stroking her G-spot."
I did as I was told. Aunt Vicki relaxed and she settled back on top of mom. She untied mom's hands. Auntie's ass was in my face. I kissed it and then ran my tongue down her crack.
"AWWW fuck! Jordan, where did you learn that?"
The scene was surreal. I was laying on my belly between my mother's legs finger fucking her while I licked and kissed my Aunt's ass. Aunty reached behind her and pulled apart her ass cheeks.
"I ain't had nobody lick my ass hole in years. Do it, motherfucker! Lick my asshole."
I slid forward and buried my face in Auntie's big ass. Her anus was musty but the odor was like good reefer to my lust-filled mind. As I forced my tongue into that forbidden hole, my mother's hands gripped mine. Mom frantically thrust against my finger.
"Don't stop! Please don't stop!" Her hips thrust forward to et my invading fingers. At the sa ti Aunty trembled.
I brought my free hand up and slapped auntie's ass as I forced my tongue as deep in her ass as I could. I wiggled it back and forth.
"Oh Fuck! You ass licking sumbitch you. You made cum!"
Auntie drew herself up to all fours. She threw her leg over my head and rolled to her back. I could see her rounded belly convulsing as she ca down. In front of was mom's pussy. I could see and feel her juices leaking around my finger. Her clit was enormous. It looked like a small cock, pulsing just out of its sheath. With my finger still stroking inside her pussy, I slid forward and flicked my tongue at the tip of her engorged clit.
The result was electric. A small stream of clearish liquid squirted from her pussy, striking my hand. At the sa ti, mom howled. Aunty struggled to one elbow and leaned over us. Her eyes were slits, heavy with alcohol and the need for sleep.
"Whush happened?"
"Mom peed."
Aunty looked down between mom's legs.
"Bitch ain't peed. She squirted."
Aunty struggled to all fours and crawled until her face was above mom's. Auntie's huge tits swung freely from side to side. She leaned close enough to mom's face that her tits lay on mom's.
"How long has it been since soone made you squirt?"
"Please Vicki! This has to stop"
Mom's voice was still slurred with alcohol. The sa ti she was imploring Vicki to make stop, her hands held my finger in her pussy. My tongue kept licking at mom's clit, savoring the fragrant fluids. Her body trembled uncontrollably.
"Do you really want us to stop? Or would you rather have your son's massive tool?"
Mom shook her head violently. Her hips thrust harder against my finger.
"No you sub bitch! You gona say it."
Aunty took one of mom's nipples in her mouth. She took it between her teeth and pulled. Mom scread in pain. At the sa ti, the bubbles of pussy juice increased. A stream flowed heavily from her.
"Gawd! Vicki no! Please don't make !"
"Make you do what, slut? Make you fuck? You know that's what you want. You want to be forced? Well, this ti it's going to be your son! You gona beg your son to fuck you."
Simultaneously, I took mom's clit in my mouth and sucked hard on it while rubbing my index finger over the roughness of her G-spot. The effect was electric. Mom gave out a long tremulous moan. At the sa ti, her abdon began to heave spasmodically. As her hips began to thrust hard against my face, making it hard to keep up, a small rill of clearish liquid began to bubble from her pussy. It was not quite a squirt, more a constant dribble.
"Oh Fuck! Fuck! I'm cumming! Jesus Christ!"
Aunty pulled on mom's nipple hard. She looked down at and leered. I got up on my knees and walked forward until my cock hung just above mom's pussy. She was still writhing as her orgasm continued to wrack her body. I placed my hands under her slender thighs and lifted her legs to my shoulders.
Auntie's eyes almost glowed with intensity as she watched position my cock at mom's entrance. I pushed forward slowly, letting the head slip past mom's engorged pussy lips. As the head of my cock pushed past her inner lips, her eyes widened.
"Oh please no! No! Don't fuck ! Don't!"
I looked at auntie's intense stare. She nodded her head ever so slightly. I slid my length into mom. When I felt the pressure of her cervix against the head of my cock, I stopped and looked down at her.
"Tell to take it out, mom and I will. Should I take it out?"
Aunt Vicki sat up. She threw her leg over mom's head. Then she lifted her head into her lap. She stroked my mother's cheek with surprising tenderness. This was a side of her I had not seen. In a few hours, she went from a cock hungry cougar, willing to fuck her nephew to a dominatrix forcing my mother to accept my oral to a tender loving older sister.
"Tell him, baby! Tell him what you want." Auntie crooned.
I stroked mom's thighs and began slowly to pull out. Her pussy was like a velvet sheath, warm wet and pulsing. The spasms of her pussy were like a soft hand, flexing around my tool. I was ho. This is where I belonged.
"Oh shit! Motherfucker! No! No!"
I continued to pull back until just the head was caressed between her swollen pussy lips. Mom raised her head. Her hair was a tussled mane framing her sweating face. Her eyes were wide and wild. Her mouth curled into a snarl like so feral animal.
"No! No! Don't you dare pull out! Fuck ! Fuck hard! Use like the incestuous slut I am."
She was a woman I never saw. She was an animal. A bitch in heat. All she wanted was cock, any cock, my cock. I slid back in one long hard thrust.
"Talk to this slut! Tell her what she is! Tell her she is a submissive tramp."
I continued a slow long dicking. My cock sliding in, bottoming out and then I withdrew. Each slow deliberate thrust went deeper until I felt my balls slap against her ass. I recall what I heard dad call her one night when they were fucking. One of those nights, that ended with her screams echoing down the hall.
"Whose bitch are you? Huh? Whose pussy is this"?
Mom was up on her elbows watching my cock sliding in and out of her leaking pussy. A white froth covered our crotches. Her eyes locked with mine. I have seen pictures on the Internet and TV of a lioness growling. Mom's face looked like that. Her lips drawn back over her teeth, saliva running down her cheek, her eyes in a predatory slit.
"Fuck good and it's yours. Use and I'm your bitch!"
Mom scread as aunty grasped her nipples, pinched and pulled hard.
"Slap the bitch's ass! Slap it hard. She loves pain!"
I brought my right hand down hard on mom's thigh. Her moans beca continuous. Her head dropped back against auntie's belly.
"Harder! Slap her ass harder."
I brought my right hand up to hold mom's leg in place over my shoulder. With my left hand, I drew back and with all the strength I could muster I slapped her thigh were it blossod into her full ass. She scread and thrust hard against .
"Tell what you want!" Mightily, I maintained a slow steady pace, filling every crevice of the best pussy on earth.
"Harder! Harder!" mom's head rocked from side to side with such intensity she sprayed saliva over her breasts and belly. I felt it hit my lower belly.
"Harder who? Whose cock is filling you? Whose cock do you crave? Whose sperm do you want to fill your womb?"
Mom snarled. Her eyes glowed with the intensity of her need. Her hips thrust up rhythmically, slamming my cock head into her cervix.
"My son," She snarled, saliva running from the corners of her mouth, "my son! I want my son's cock. I want to feel his seed splash against my womb!"
I was close to cumming. I began to thrust hard, pushing past the resistance offered by her cervix, opening her pussy to accept all of . My ex-girlfriends made stop before I got this deep.
Aunty leaned over grasped mom's head in both of her hands and gave her a deep soulful kiss. I could see her tongue probing deep into my mother's mouth. I continued to puml her thighs. My hands stung painfully. As though she had no spine, mom's lower body undulated, eting my more and more frantic thrusts.
Mom's head rocked from side to side with such intensity, that she ripped it from Auntie's hands. Aunty collapsed against the headboard. Her hands dropped to her side. Her eyes closed and her head lolled to the side. She had passed out.
"Knock the bottom out of my pussy! Harder! Gawddamit Harder!"
I was pumping my cock hard into mom's spasming pussy. She rose up on her elbows again. Her eyes went from watching my cock move with the force and velocity of a piston in a racing engine to looking into my eyes with animalistic intensity.
There was a question I had to ask. There was sothing I needed to know.
"Does dad's cock feel this good? Does he make your pussy fart like my cock does?"
She looked at long and hard. I saw emotions fly across her face.
"Ain't nobody...ever...fucked like this! Ain't nobody took like this! Nobody! Ever!"
"That's not what I asked. Say it!"
"You fuck better than your father! I love your dick! I love the way you fuck ! God help ! Now fill up! Make my pussy overflow with your seed!"
"You want it mom? You want it? I going to cum. Where do you want it?"
"Fill up you good dick motherfucker! Plant your seed deep in my womb!"
With several hard, deep thrust I ca deep in my mother. She moaned, almost crooning as her pussy filled with my juice. I could feel the rhythmic spasming of her vaginal sheath as she ca with .
"I love you, baby! I love you!"
"I love you too, mom! I love you so much!"
I was exhausted. My breath ca in hard short gasps. My chest heaved with the effort. I lay my head againsy mom's thigh over my shoulder and kissed it. When I looked up, she had collapsed into Aunty Vicki's lap. As she dozed off, she mouthed the words, "I love you". The snoring of two sated won filled the air. My bedroom reeked of sex, sweat and stale alcohol.
I walked back on my knees. My cock dropped from mom's pussy. It glistened with our combined juices. Fatigued ruled my body. I dropped to all fours, my head just above mom's pussy. Through heavy eyes, I watched my seed ooze from mom's swollen pussy. My seed! I leaned down and kissed her cum and sweat covered pussy. Mom groaned and turned partially between Auntie's thighs.
My body ached with fatigue as I gathered my clothes from the floor. I stopped at the door and looked back. It was like a dream. There lay two mature won. I had fucked them both.
I walked down the hall to the linen closet, grabbed a towel, a sheet and a blanket. The door to my parents' room was fully open. My father was laying on his side snoring. He was naked. His arm thrown across the empty spot in their marital bed where my mom should have been.
As I made my way down to the dia Room, I knew there would be hell to pay in the morning. I smiled because no matter what was done to , it could not erase the mory of this night.
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