While mom was getting undressed, I quickly gathered up the things I needed for her massage, plus one or two other items I needed that she would be totally unprepared for. But before I sprang that little idea on her, I needed to get her really good and worked up first. I soon had everything ready, including myself when I heard mom’s footsteps coming back up the stairs. Though she had on her robe, I knew she was naked beneath it. I on the other hand was naked as I stood there waiting for her.
“John…” she said simply eying me, though I wasn’t as yet erect. “You think that’s wise?”
“More comfortable this way,” I said lamely. “Keeps me from getting too hot while I work on you.”
“Ah huh,” she said climbing up onto our makeshift massage table, turning her back to me before slipping the robe off, and then laying face down on the table, eyes closed. I took a moment to admire my mother’s form, in particular her still very firm ass as she patiently waited for me to begin. “If you’re through gawking…” she finally said knowing full well that I had been, though I saw her eyes open into slits as I walked around standing in front of her. I began working on her shoulders, messaging down into the small of her back, my free-swinging prick only inches away from her face as I did that. Once or twice I glanced down as I worked her muscles, not at all surprised to see her eyes open looking at me.
“So far so good,” I thought to myself as I continued, now running my hands along her sides, just grazing the flesh of her somewhat concealed breasts as she pressed herself into the table. I’d even managed to “accidentally” bump into her once or twice, letting my rapidly stiffening cock poke her in the shoulder, or rub alongside her breasts as I moved around the table, eventually massaging her legs where I lifted, and had her spread them just a little. She had to of known I could easily see the split of her pussy as I did that, especially as I eventually saw a bit of glistening dew forming there as I worked on her firm ass. I even allowed my fingers to just brush tantalizingly close to her pussy, hearing an involuntary moan as I did that, though she quickly followed that up with a precautionary warning as well.
“Easy John…you promised.”
“I promised to make you feel good,” I reminded her. “And that’s exactly what I’m doing isn’t it?” “Yes…but,”
“Shh,” I silenced her. “Just relax, enjoy it,” as I soon after instructed her to roll over onto her back as I proceeded to work on her shoulders again, though working my hands down her arms, and lightly running them over and about her breasts too. I was careful to massage her tits without actually making it feel like a sexual caress, though that would come soon enough. Already her nipples were hard and stiff, standing out thick and proud, obviously excited as I worked downwards from there to her tummy. Once again I just let my hands and fingers skiff over the delicate furrow of her mound, feeling her quiver as I quickly passed by. I stepped around her once more, working her upper thighs, fingers slowly inching upwards to her furrow as I managed to coax her into spreading her legs again without asking her to do so. She was obviously excited, even if she was pretending not to be. And as such, it was time to spring my big surprise on her.
I started to work on her arms again, one at a time, lowering them purposely off to the side of the table.
“Just let them dangle there for a moment,” I said softly. Don’t move for a second while I finish this.” I had hidden a coil of soft rope that I’d created two slip knots with, now pulling that out from beneath the table where I had secretly tucked it away. I carefully placed both loops around her wrists simultaneously, and then pulled.
“Hey! What are you doing?” Mom suddenly asked a moment too late, realizing that her hands were now bound as I tied them off to the table legs beneath her. She at first thought I was just teasing with her, messing with her perhaps though I hurriedly ran around to the bottom of the table and produced two more. These of course which I now slipped over her feet, and then tying them off, thus having her completely captured and now spread-eagled there on the table. “John? John?” She asked struggling against her bonds, though she was firmly secure, unable to move in any direction. At last giving up her struggle, seeing the futility of doing so, she looked at me with a very surprised and confused expression on her face. “Just what the hell do you think you’re doing?” She now asked looking somewhat stern at me as though that would deter me from what I was planning on doing.
“Like I said…making you feel good,” I grinned at her.
“Like this?” She said once again trying to lift her arms, though showing me the futility of her ability to do so.
“Yeah, like this,” I grinned at her again, this time running my hands purposely over her breasts, capturing her hard nipples between my fingers, scissoring them, pinching and pulling on them. And though she groaned as I did that, she quickly fought back, trying to re-gather her senses.
“John please…I’m your…”
“Mother. Yeah, I know. And a damn sexy one too. Now, now quit trying to fight this mom, I’m not about to let you get up until you’ve had a nice little orgasm or two.”
“John!” She said struggling once again. “I can’t…I just can’t, you know I can’t!”
“Yes you can, and besides mom…you don’t really have a choice here now do you? So the sooner you just relax, enjoy it…and cum, the sooner I’ll let you up and off the table here.”
Though she was still struggling with it emotionally perhaps, she had quit struggling physically. Actually relaxing her body again. “I can’t do this John…I’m…I’m too nervous,” she stammered though the quiver in her tone in her voice told me just how aroused she was becoming. Though the real sign that she was had already betrayed her. I glanced down between her legs and saw a nice little river of creamy white sauce suddenly leaking from her depts.
“Hmm, what’s this?” I said running the tip of my finger up mom’s split, coating it with her essence, and then showing it to her as I brought it towards my lips, licking it off. “Looks to me like your body’s enjoying it, even if you’re not willing to admit it,” I said running my finger up her precious slit once again, feeling her shiver. “That’s it…” I coaxed, gently stroking her as she squirmed, this time doing so in obvious pleasure as opposed to fighting against the bonds still holding her. I indeed knew mom had a bit of a kinky side to her, almost an addiction according to my Aunt, so had figured that something like this might be just up her alley. And more importantly, just kinky and hot enough to get her to lose a few of her pointless inhibitions. “So…feels good doesn’t it?” I said teasing her, now slipping a finger fully inside my mom’s wet slippery cunt as I wormed it about inside her. “Come on mom…at least admit it. Admit you’re enjoying this.”
“Ok, ok…I am. There! Satisfied?” She cried out, squirming once again against her restraints, though feebly now as though trying to show me she was still fighting against this. Only that’s when she also happened to glance up at the clock on the kitchen wall. “Oh God…Dorothy!” She suddenly exclaimed, this time truly trying to sit up, using every ounce of strength she had to no avail. “John…you have to release me! Dorothy will be here around two o’clock! She said she’d be dropping by with a copy of a new recipe I’ve been wanting to try!”
Dorothy was a neighbor friend of hers who came over from time to time. And by her reaction, I had no doubt she was telling me the truth here too. But I decided to use that to my advantage. “Well then…that doesn’t leave us too much time now does it mother?” I grinned wickedly at her. She was looking at me in lustful frustration. On the one hand, I could see by the look in her eyes she had nearly succumbed to what I was doing, but now…with the certain knowledge her friend was due to drop by a short time from now had created a small change of plans.
“I can’t…I can’t…no way, I can’t cum…knowing,” she panted desperately.
“Hmm, well then…I guess since you can’t at the moment, I’ll just have to be satisfied with you making me cum then.” Once more, the implication of what I’d just said caused her to quit struggling for a moment.
“What do you mean?”
“What do you think I mean? Just what I said…since you say you’re too nervous and worried to cum right now, you’ll have to make me cum then instead…before she gets here.”
“John please…I can’t, I’m your…”
“I know. We’ve already been here mom. No point in saying it all again. How about you just do it, and then I’ll untie you and let you go before your friend gets here.”
“What is it you want, and how can I?” She asked now staring at my rock hard cock again.
“How about licking and sucking it? That should be easy enough don’t you think?”
“No John…no! I can’t! I won’t!”
We had reached a bit of an impasse here with mom no doubt hoping I’d give up and give in before her neighbor really did show up. It was time to raise the stakes just a little. But how? I glanced about, looking…trying to think, when I saw the perfect solution. I walked away for a moment, heading towards the kitchen counter where she kept a few handy utensils ready. Grabbing a wooden spoon, I walked back towards her. Mom looking at me.
“And just what the hell do you intend on doing with that?” She asked. I answered her by slipping the handle of the spoon inside her pussy. “My god John! What the fuck?” I walked over, grabbing another, walking back, and then inserting it beside the first one, so that now she was laying there on the table, bound to it, spread-eagled with two wooden spoons sticking out of her pussy.
“You ready to lick me now mom? Or should I add another?” I said picking another one up. “Can’t even begin to imagine what Dorothy might think should she come over and find you here laying like this with a bunch of wooden spoons stuck in your cunt.” And mom knew that she would too. Dorothy had dropped by before, left things for mom on the kitchen table if she had gone out for a while. She knew where the hidden key was to the back door. If mom didn’t answer the door after Dorothy knocked, it would be only a matter of time before she’d go searching for the back door key and let herself in. I ran the smooth flat surface of the wooden spoon over her clit, and tapped it lightly against her before spinning it around again, now adding it to the other two. She now had three spoons sticking obscenely out of her pussy.
“Ok, ok…I give up, you win! Now hurry up, before she gets here!” Mom pleaded desperately. “Just take the fucking spoons out!”
“Not until you make me cum first,” I told her as I walked over to the table, placing the head of my dick upon her lips, rubbing them back and forth with my prick for a moment. “Go ahead mom, kiss it….lick it, I know you really want to.”
I watched as her tongue finally snaked out of her mouth, running around the head of my dick, flicking away at it. She was moaning softly as she did, obviously enjoying it, even though she had made every effort to deny that she wanted to. I reached down, capturing her very hard, very erect little clit between my fingers and began rolling it around as though it were in my mouth, feeling her moan around my cock as she sucked it in. As I jacked and masturbated her hard little clit, she in turn lovingly sucked, and continued to pleasure my cock as I fed it to her face. She was shuddering now, almost uncontrollably, murmuring her pleasure as I continued to flick her clit, rolling and rubbing it as she dutifully sucked my cock, enjoying it as she did. Even as she began to climax, three spoons still stuck inside her pussy, I felt my own release rapidly approaching, pulling out, seeing her reaching for it again with her lips, even as she climaxed.
“No!” She cried out, looking up at me.
“You want it then?”
“Oh yes John, yes! Please baby…give it to me.”
“Where do you want it mom?”
“In my mouth, I want you to cum in my mouth! Please John…please. Hurry baby, hurry…she’ll, she’ll be here any time now!”
I felt her lips once more surrounding my cock, drawing on it, sucking it as my balls churned, as the first jettison of spunk ran up the length of my shaft. Within moments, I was pouring my seed into my own mother’s hungrily sucking mouth as she greedily drank it down as fast as she could manage it. Even before I had completely finished draining myself down mom’s throat, I caught a shadow of movement pass by the kitchen window. “Guess who’s here?” I said stepping back, enjoying the look on mom’s face, cum dribbles still escaping from the corners of her mouth.
“Oh fuck! Fuck! Untie me John, please! Untie me!”
There was a quick knock on the door, as I slowly released the restraints around her legs. “Faster John, faster!” Mom was asking, almost in a whisper as she looked towards the back door, seeing the shadow of her friend standing there just on the other side. I finished the restraints on her wrists, watching mom bolt off the table, one hand reaching between her legs for the three spoons, as she suddenly raced past me heading back down the stairs. I turned, grabbing the remnants of the makeshift massage table we’d made and moved into the living room, tossing everything onto the couch, and then slipping into my robe just as I heard the back door opening, Dorothy calling out as she entered.
“You who? Maxine?” I walked around the corner at that moment, surprising her, scaring her just a little as she jumped, not at all expecting me of course.
“Hi Dorothy,” I said rounding the corner, “Sorry, but I wasn’t expecting anyone,” I said having purposely not tied the front of my robe closed. I had seen her initial look as she in turn had obviously seen me before I’d gathered my robe closed within my hand.
“Oh, I…uh, sorry…I wasn’t,” she stammered blushing profusely, before finding herself. “I was looking for your mother. She was expecting me.”
“Oh…well, she should be upstairs any time now,” I told her. “She’s downstairs brushing her teeth at the moment.”
“Brushing her teeth?”
“Yeah, just got a new toothpaste she wanted to try out, said it left her mouth feeling all tingly after using it.”
“Yeah? What’s it called?”
“Not sure…spurt, or splat…something along those lines anyway.”
“How odd,” Dorothy commented.
“Yeah, I’m sure it goes by another name, you’d have to ask her though,” I said turning hearing mom’s footsteps coming up the stairs once again. It was time to leave, though I was half tempted to stick around and listen in on that conversation. All I heard as I headed up the stairs to my room was mom when she replied to whatever Dorothy had asked.
“Oh yeah…that, the new toothpaste. Yeah, it does leave your mouth feeling all tingly…”
**
It was an hour later when mom came marching into my room, not even bothering to knock though I was half expecting that, and hadn’t locked my door either. I was still naked in fact, laying on top of the bed, watching porn on the TV, and hence had another nice hard erection waiting for her when she came barging in. She looked, most certainly as I had anticipated she would, though immediately drawing her eyes away from my erection, first glancing at the TV, and then into my eyes as she spoke.
“I suppose you think that was really funny,” she began.
“What? Tying you to the table? No…I was very serious about that,” I answered.
“That’s not what I was referring to, and you know it. And we’ll talk about the other later…but you nearly got me into a lot of trouble with Dorothy over that toothpaste thing you pulled.” She was trying to look serious, and then I laughed, causing her to do the same.
“So…what DID you tell her anyway? She seemed really interested in trying out the new toothpaste you got too,” I said still laughing.
“I told her a friend of mine sent it to me from Canada, and that it wasn’t available here in the States…I didn’t know what else to tell her after all that. Still not sure she was buying it though.”
“More than happy to put some in a cup for her, you can run it over to her later if you’d like.”
Mom laughed. “That’s horrible! You’re horrible! And especially seducing your own mother like that!”
“But…you liked it though didn’t you?” I said reaching down to wrap my fist around my hard cock again. “And you liked sucking this too didn’t you?”
Mom licked her lips, finally nodding her head yes, acknowledging finally to herself and to me that she had in fact done so.
“Well, since we’re finally admitting we BOTH enjoyed that, come here…I have some more toothpaste to give you.”
To my surprise, mom actually came over, undoing the robe she had on, revealing her nakedness beneath it as she slipped onto the bed. “I can’t believe we’re actually doing this,” she told me.
“Me neither,” I said quietly to myself, and then slithered down between mom’s legs, spreading them, where I finally placed my lips and tongue between and paid homage to the place I had once come from.
“Just one more thing,” mom said as she placed her hands on my head, forcing me to lift my face upwards for a moment. “Bad enough all this…which I’m still trying to wrap my head around as it is…but you need to know John, as much as I’d like to…want to even, I can never, ever let you fuck me. Understood?”
“Whatever you say mom,” I said and then dove back down between her legs again. “For the moment anyway…” I then said to myself.
Twenty minutes and two orgasms later, I was just coming up for air when I asked. “By the way, where the hell’s Aunt Susan anyway?” I wondered.
Almost magically the door opened. “Right here,” she announced walking in. “Your mother told me to give her thirty minutes alone with you at least before I came up stairs. Been standing outside for the last ten, just listening and getting myself off. But…since the question was raised, and though I’m a few minutes earlier than I promised, figured I might as well.”
I laughed, scooting over in the bed, making room for Aunt Susan who quickly joined us.
“Now we can really have some naughty fun together,” I grinned wickedly. The evening was early yet, and I knew without any doubt, before this night was over, I’d be fucking the two of them side by side.
**
Propping myself up with a pillow behind my head, I lay there on the bed looking down as my Aunt and mother took turns feeding my cock to one another, licking, nipping, and sucking on it.
“You know what I wish?” Susan questioned as she removed my dick from her mouth, now holding it as mom once more took her turn. The sensation of her tongue spearing my shaft, rapidly flicking the sensitive ridge just beneath the head.
“What?” I sighed contentedly.
“That we had a video camera, and were filming this. I’d love to see what this looks like later…the three of us like this,” she responded as mom now took control of my cock, feeding it back to my Aunt.
“Actually…” I began. “We do…and I am.” It was time to come clean, all the way around I thought.
“You are what?” Mom asked.
“Smile…you’re on candid camera,” I grinned at her.
“We are?” They both said almost in unison, now looking around the bedroom. “Where?”
“Not going to tell you where,” I teased as Aunt Susan tightened her grip on my prick as though threatening to yank it off if I didn’t tell them.
“Since when?”
“Since yesterday. Thought something like this might eventually happen. So I put a few hidden cameras in throughout the house. Figured that eventually, we’d all wind up together. And that when we did…it might be interesting to watch some of this later.”
“You mean to tell me you’ve installed other cameras throughout the house?” Mom asked now sitting up. For a moment, I thought she was going to get angry with me for having done so. But then she turned around looking back at me with an interesting expression on her face. “So you’re telling me…you’ve been secretly filming us, watching us since then? Does that mean…you saw me masturbating in the bathroom earlier?”
I didn’t know if I had caught that. I’d have to check the video I’d captured later to find out, but now I was hoping I had. I nodded my head yes. “Naughty boy,” she said instead, and slithered back down onto the bed again, taking my cock back from my Aunt, and nearly swallowing it whole for a moment before speaking again. “So when do we get to see what you’ve captured so far?” She asked. Obviously, the thought I had been secretly recording all this had struck one of mom’s kinky quirks.
“Later…when we’re resting up perhaps from what we’re about to do,” I informed them both, seeing my Aunt’s rather excited expression as well now knowing I’d been doing this.
“So how many cameras have you placed around the house anyway?” Mom continued to question, the level of her arousal and excitement readily apparent. “In every room?”
“Not in every room no…just a few, but not going to tell you where they are either. From now on, you’ll just have to realize I might be watching you both, recording whatever you’re doing…and wherever you’re doing it. For my viewing pleasure,” I winked. “And yours too of course if you want to see what I have recorded at some point.”
“Hmm, nasty,” Mom said. “So I’ll never really know then what you can see, or what you’re watching then until you show me?”
“Show us!” Susan said jumping in. “But enough of that, we can go to the movies later,” she added to that grinning from ear to ear. “Right now…I need this boy’s cock inside my pussy!” Spinning around on the bed, getting on her hands and knees, she presented herself to me. “Come on baby…give me that nice hard cock of yours…time to fuck Aunt Susan!”
I could see the wistful expression on mom’s face as Susan positioned herself. Obviously she had no qualms about fucking her nephews cock. And I was bound and determined to be fucking my mother too before the night was over. It was time to turn up the heat a little, working on her inhibitions again, slowly whittling them down until she finally gave in to those desires and urges she was fighting. “Come on mom, do the honors here then at least. Put my cock inside your sister’s pussy for me.”
I moved behind my Aunt, my stiff cock throbbing and protruding out what felt like a mile as I sat there patiently waiting for her to do that. Almost as though in a trance, she scooted around beside us, reaching down and placing her hand around my shaft, guiding it forward.
“Tease her with it for me,” I asked. “Slide it up and down that wet slick split of hers before sticking it in,” I instructed, which she began doing. Just hearing the slickness of her play as she began doing that, Aunt Susan’s cunt leaking what felt and sounded like an entire bottle of baby oil had been poured into it, mom slapped, prodded, and poked my prick in and out as well as around the area of my Aunt’s cunt until she couldn’t take the teasing any more.
“Enough! Enough! Shove the damned thing in me Maxine!” She demanded of mom, which she then did. Even then, she continued to keep her hand wrapped around it for a moment, taking delight in keeping me from fully hilting my Aunt’s cunt for a moment until I began thrusting forward, forcing her to take her hand away so that I could finally bury myself balls deep inside this tight sloppy-wet passage. “Oh god that feels so fucking good!” Susan cried out as I began to slide in and out of her in earnest now. The slap of flesh against flesh adding to the vulgar sounds her pussy was still making. “That’s it baby…fuck me, fuck me, FUCK ME!”
“Play with her tits,” I said looking down, watching them swing to and fro, something I loved seeing, but again wanting to further mom’s participation and arousal while doing this. I was delighted when she did, reaching out to capture one of Susan’s breasts in her hand, cupping and fondling it…pinching and yanking downwards on her nipple almost as though milking a cow.
“Oh fuck!” Susan mewed, delirious with pleasure now as the added sensation of pleasured/pain intensified the thrusting of my cock in and out of her pussy. I looked over, mom’s hand down between her legs, frigging herself, looking on, watching my shaft easing in and out of her sister’s pussy. I purposely slowed, taking it almost all the way out before shoving it slowly back in again, so she could see it…begin to envision what it might feel like perhaps.
“Mom, slide beneath her…lick her cunt while I’m fucking it,” I said. I knew she’d get an even better look seeing me doing that, not to mention making her own cunt available for Susan to lick and tickle, thus escalating her horniness. Once again, without so much as saying a word, so lost in the decadence of all this perhaps, she hurriedly slid under her sister. Within moments I could feel and hear mom’s mouth on us both as she tongued her clit, and at times lick-lapped my own dick as I continued the slow agonizing pistoning in and out of her sister’s sweet snatch. As expected, without any direction, Susan leaned forward slightly, her own tongue coming out to lap away at mom’s glistening sweet cunt. She moaned deeply, audibly the moment Susan began doing that, and as I purposely withdrew fully, feeding mom for the moment, letting her taste her sister’s sweet essence that was now coating my shaft. “That’s it mom…lick it, clean it off. Can you taste your sister’s nasty juice coating my prick? Do you like that? Want some more?” I teased once again thrusting my prick deep inside my Aunt’s cunt, hearing her gasp as I did that before repeating the process. Even Susan looked back over her shoulder towards me as I mouthed the words, “Don’t let her cum.” She winked at that, now realizing what I was attempting to do here.
“Oh Max! It feels so good! John’s hard fucking prick pounding, and filling my pussy! Oh my god! I’ve never felt ANYTHING as good as this feels in my entire life!” She exclaimed. Once more turning to look in my direction as I smiled at her added commentary, which by the looks and feel of it was having an impact. “Squirt that nasty cock juice inside my cunt,” she then added. “So that your mother…can lick it out of me and make me cum while doing that,” she requested. Mom groaned deeply upon hearing that, as I began to slam in and out of my Aunt’s cunt now, striving towards release. Her suggestion already escalating my own impending orgasm.
“Oh yeah…yeah! Here it comes mom! You ready for it? You ready to start licking your son’s nasty naughty fuck juice from your sister’s pussy?” I began to squirt, pumping out streamer after streamer of my white hot sticky semen into my Aunt’s juicy-slick quim, mom already lapping away at her split as the overflow of cream began to pour out as I emptied my balls into her. Susan too was in the throes of climax, her cry of ecstasy suddenly filling the room as I slowed, though still thrusting, still fucking my Aunts now very sloppy, very messy passage. I finally pulled out, collapsing back, and enjoyed the view as a nice thick dollop of cream ran down my Aunt’s lips to drip erotically, and obscenely into my mother’s waiting mouth.
“Ok, time for a break,” I suggested then…wanting to prolong my mother’s arousal, denying it. “How about I fix us all a drink, and then we can pick things up from there,” I added to that. I slipped out of bed, heading downstairs as the two of them headed off to the bathroom to freshen up a bit before joining me downstairs. I was pleased when they soon after emerged joining me in the family room still naked.
“So…you have cameras in here too?” Mom asked still looking around.
“Yup!” I grinned. “In here as well…so we can in fact continue to enjoy the show while in this room a bit later if you want to.”
Once again the thought of secretly being recorded seemed to scratch that kinky itch of mom’s as she sat down on the couch, sipping the drink I had fixed for her, all the while toying with one of her fat thick nipples. I decided to take a chance at that point…asking her. “So mom…what was it you were fantasizing about earlier while you were in the bathroom masturbating anyway?” I purposely reached down, now stroking my own cock, letting it harden again as I sipped my own drink. Watching her…watching it fatten and lengthen again. “Come on…tell us, what were you thinking about anyway?”
Mom actually blushed a little, but spoke. “Pretty much about what we just did,” she confessed. “Only…”
“It was just the opposite,” Susan mused. “You were thinking about John’s cock inside you while I was the one licking you from below right?”
Mom nodded her head yes, blushing a bit more. “Yes, admittedly…I was.”
“Well…you know what one of my fantasies is?” I tossed out. “Having one of you sitting on my face, the other on my cock…and then the two of you, fondling and sucking one another’s tits while doing that.” As hoped…Aunt Susan jumped on that one almost immediately.
“Oh I’d love to feel your tongue in my cunt right about now,” she groaned. “Especially while playing with my sister’s tits,” she added to that hopefully. Mom was looking around the room again.
“You’d never show any of what you’ve recorded to anyone else right?” She questioned. “Never tell anyone about any of this right?” She asked now looking directly towards me.
“Just pretend we’re in Vegas,” I assured her. “Whatever happens here…stays here. Promise.”
“I’ll probably live to regret this,” she suddenly exclaimed, tossing several couch pillows onto the floor. “Lay down John. You’re about to fuck your mother.”
**
The moment I’d been hoping for had finally arrived. Even Susan seemed slightly surprised, though in a way expecting this to eventually happen. Just not quite so soon perhaps. She sat on the couch, watching…allowing this moment to continue just between mom and I before eventually joining in. It was still erotic, glancing over at her, a smile on my face, mom standing above me now preparing to squat down over my stiff shaft. Aunt Susan now bending her knees, spreading herself obscenely as she began slow-petting her pussy…looking on, watching her sister about to impale her son’s cock.
“Here it is mom…all nice and hard for you. See how it’s throbbing? See how purple and swollen it is just thinking about sliding up inside that hot wet juicy cunt of yours?” She was staring at my prick like it was a dancing Cobra, her eyes taking on a faraway look, almost glazed over as she wet her lips, and then slowly began sinking down over me. The first touch of her sweet flesh as it began to kiss the tip of my cock was heavenly. And though she was very wet, it took a moment for her pussy to adjust, stretching itself to more fully accommodate me. I certainly knew I was on the higher end of the average scale in size, though the girth of my cock might have been a bit more than that. It took her well used pussy a moment more to finally relax enough so that she could actually fit it inside. Only then easing herself down and over me, slowly…inch by inch until with an audible gasp, she felt me fully impaled inside her tight hot snatch.
“Oh fuck John! John!” she cried out, gyrating slowly against me without moving up or down as yet. More like she was still trying to stretch herself out a bit more before actually fucking me.
“How’s it feel mom?” I now asked, reaching up to capture each of her breasts in my hands, her thick fat, elongated nipples bigger and harder I think than I had ever seen them. I mashed her breasts together…forcing her nipples to kiss one another, rubbing them together like that as I pushed back into the plush carpeting beneath me, gaining an inch or two before shoving myself up inside her again, forcing the fuck. She ground back, and then lifted as I simultaneously retreated, holding only the tip of my prick inside her before she came crashing down on me. Me…thrusting up so that we met somewhere in the middle in a furious pummeling fuck that thrilled each of us simultaneously.
“Again!” She wailed. “Fuck me John! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Oh my god! It’s been, soooooo long!” She cried out over and over again.
Mom was now bouncing up and down so hard on my prick, I was half worried she’d break it off. But I was fascinated at the way her large breasts wildly bounced around now having let them go. Enjoying the gyrations of each, her head similarly bouncing about, eyes almost rolling back inside her head as she continued to spear herself on my cock. Next to us…Aunt Susan was going crazy as well. Actually slapping her pussy, spanking it. The sounds loud enough to be heard clearly and distinctly as she punished herself, calling out…joining us in her own way as she did that.
“Oh yeah honey! Fuck that prick! Fuck your boys prick baby, make it squirt in you! Make him cum in you! Fuck it baby…fuck it!”
“Yes John, yes,” mom began, adding to her sisters decadent diatribe. “Fill your mommy’s pussy with your nasty filthy spunk. Pour it into me baby…give mommy all your hot nasty cream!”
It was very erotic, in a very strange way…hearing her say that. I was after all a very mature man at my age, even though I was her son. And yet…hearing her referring to herself as “mommy” told me that she was allowing herself whatever taboo thoughts or pleasures she had harbored for however long…to finally be expressed, to come out and consume her.
“Yes mommy,” I said simply, words I hadn’t spoken in years. “Fuck your son’s cock, make it cum…make it spurt it’s nasty, naughty, filthy fuck juice inside your dirty nasty cunt!”
Her scream when it came, as she did…was far louder than even my Aunt Susan’s had been. She went wild on me too, thrashing and humping me about as fiercely as anyone ever had. In addition to that however, her climax…when she erupted, was beyond words, beyond belief, taking her totally and completely by surprise as her cunt literally liquefied. I felt the surge, and then the sweetness of her own nectar suddenly drenching me. So much so that it actually sprayed around my cock, seeking a way out as the pressure built, as her liquid pleasure continued to expel itself, meeting my own voluminous eruption. Her cry of joy unintelligible as she held a single note that seemed to go on forever.
And then she collapsed.
**
It was a long time before any of us even moved. Somewhere along the way, and no doubt simultaneously with us, Aunt Susan and cum as well. Her legs still spread, lips puffy looking and swollen, fiery red from the hand-spanking she had given herself.
“Whew,” she said…the first one to actually speak. “I do hope you got all that,” she sighed contentedly.
“Count on it I assured her…assuring them both as mom only then lifted her head up slightly, looking at me before bending forward, kissing me hotly on the mouth.
“You may very well be my son. And I may have told myself that what just happened between us, would never have happened in a million years…actually did. But I’m damn glad it did John. And I will never again deny you either. That was simply…too fucking good!”
We all laughed at that, and then I reminded them both that we still had some unfinished business here yet. “Come sit on my face Aunt Susan,” I told her. I still haven’t satisfied that other fantasy of mine yet!”
Mom looked at me in surprise. Realizing I was still quite firm inside her still, even though we’d almost exhausted ourselves both only a short time ago.
“Trust me mom. As soon as you and Aunt Susan start playing tickle-titty with one another, I’ll be nice and fucking hard again.”
“I think…under the circumstances from here on out John, you should just call me Sue, or Susan if you prefer.”
“Ok,” I responded as she walked over in preparation of sitting on my face. “But there is something to be said in calling you Aunt Sue, or Aunt Susan, that has a really naughty feel to it whenever we’re doing anything like this.” She grinned at that.
“In that case, call me your Aunt Fucking Susan then,” she laughed. “I kind of like the sound of that.”
**
It was very late by the time we headed downstairs to their room. This time to sleep, the three of us in one bed, since mom’s was a very large King-sized bed.
“By the way…new house rule,” I said as we snuggled in together, me in the middle, each of them turned towards me…the feel of their soft plush breasts caressing.
“Oh? And what’s that might I ask?” Mom questioned.
“From now on, after seven o’clock, there’s a no clothing rule in effect around here.”
“Oh there is, is there?” She giggled.
“Would that be seven AM, or PM?” Aunt Fucking Susan asked. I smiled, cupping a tit from each and fell wonderfully and deeply asleep.
All credits to Many Feathers-original writer.Prince Leon.KEEP READING.

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