RIVALS

Oh, what now? Jeez, the last thing I expected was to see my pudgy little aunt pull-up in her beaten up Volvo and waddle over to the front door, to spread her particular brand of annoyance to the neighborhood. She hasn't even been to our house in about a year, and I didn't think that she and her sister-in-law were still speaking with each other. The family's wicked temper plus the uncompromising stubbornness and the die-hard determination to never reach out for help, had struck a rich vein in this family.

Now what kid of ill-timed, condescending harangue would I need to endure until she decided to scoot her fat ass back to her own hovel. Certainly, she wasn't here for a pleasant visit. And I'm fairly sure that the one thing both she and my mom share, is the opinion that my father spoiled me rotten, and that all of his money should have been divided between them and not left in a Trust Fund that would revert to me on my twenty-first birthday, which is only a few short weeks away.

But it seems that since I have big money due to me on the near horizon, I will never be lonely. It has already apparently altered the dynamic in my immediate household, and I must assume that this out-of-the-blue appearance also has some relation to it. New money to greedy family members is like blood in the water to hungry sharks. So I'll wade carefully into the new circumstance and see which of us become the predator and which become the prey. One has become somewhat tamed but this new arrival presents a lurking danger. If I want to emerge from this man-eating environment, I had better be quick-witted and just as dangerous.

My name is James Jr., but they both call me Jay. It's the one thing that they agree on, as if even referring to my father's actual name, brings back memories of some perceived slight or injustice. My mother is Geri and the new arrival is my Aunt Rose. Curiosity has got me interested and the new attention being paid to me has made me suspicious. But we're all new to the game and everybody is bringing something unique to the table, so I'll just sit back for a minute and let the dealer deal the cards. And we'll see how the chips fall.

Meanwhile, I'll have to tolerate her sudden appearance and placate her on her overbearing bullshit, since for a short time she could still throw a wrench into my plans for the future. So, I'll paste on my smiley face and start pouring the bourbon Manhattans, (I do know some of her weaknesses,) while trying my best to usher her out of the house as soon as possible.

"Oh Jay, darling," spoken in her sarcastic whine. "I just have to get off my sore feet. So I thought that I might pay a visit to my dear nephew and wish you the happiest of birthdays." I accepted her wishes with the sincerity that they were offered and contemplated my next move. Since it wouldn't deter her in the least to know that she was interrupting my plans for the day. Though I admit that I was somewhat intrigued because there was something tantalizingly different about her. The attitude was the same but she seemed to be attempting atleast, to sugar-coat it while I had to dig into my memory bank to determine what was wrong with my other impressions. But I couldn't afford to be distracted by trivialities because today was a special occasion. Because at this very moment, down in the basement, I had her busty sister-in-law, (my shrill mother) tied naked and squirming to a padded bench, and had just pumped a fresh hot load of my sticky-sweet cum down her struggling, argumentative throat.

"Hi Aunt Rose," I grinningly greeted her while offering a platonic hug. She swept by me like a starlet sashaying past an adoring crowd blowing air kisses to anonymous people. It hit me at that moment just how ironically named she was. Her 90-watt smile could be beguiling and sensual when she felt the mood. The full, rounded cheeks bordered her pouty, plump lips giving her an unexpected little-girl charm. And those lips could just as easily pucker and purse to present a sexy quality that could lead men to distraction or worse, if they were not careful. And her bright blue eyes dazzled under dark lashes if something shiny or manly caught her attention. They could act as baited hooks when she turned them in your direction with their mysterious sparkle and sultry, seductive charm. A look that could be deceptively enticing but one that I thought had been lost to the past, available to me only in photos from her younger days. The entire curvaceous package would be a sexual delight if not for her namesake thorny disposition.

She brushed by me with a quick, dry peck on the forehead and a wave before ambling over to the couch. Then she carelessly lounged against the pillows and doffed her sandals in her best imitation of Cleopatra and requested a cool drink. "Because this heat just turns me into a dish rag," she dramatically intoned. With that, I watched her fan herself with a magazine as a slight trickle of perspiration seeped alluringly down her doughy neck and was lost between the dense mounds of her prominent cleavage.

With all of her haughty airs acquired from when she was a vivacious, heavily sought-after little ingenue, she was still just a girl from down the block, who was now constantly on the make. Those carefree days of men fawning over her and buying her drinks and trinkets were in the past. It left a bitter aftertaste that she never quite cleansed.

Rose unconsciously tugged at her knit top, to relieve the clingy pressure of her abundant proportions. The warm, glowing skin of her moist bosom was clearly out-lined under the form-fitting material and she hastened to circulate some cool air under the tightly-stretched bra that was struggling to conceal the pointy tips of her obscenely pert nipples poking through the cottony fabric. She always enjoyed the spectacle of seeming oblivious to her actions while showing-off her rather bodacious front porch. An enticing action that usually captured every eye in the room, male or female, but she had never before wasted it on me. I was appropriately captivated, but a bit puzzled.

It occurred to me that those bouncing C-cups probably hadn't been touched, or even seen by male eyes, in quite some time due to her prickly personality and the ridiculously unfounded opinion that she continued to be some sort of "hot package" that should be pampered and cherished. Regardless of her infuriating self-importance. Sort of a hot-house rose.

When I returned with her drink- "Maybe you can make the next one a little stronger," I smothered the desire to tell her to go fuck herself. As I sat opposite her, waiting to hear what catastrophe in her life brought her here today, I was struck by her taking a deep breath. Not so much that I was watching the majestic rise and fall of her bountiful breasts, but the heavy sigh appeared to signal her forming a big decision or drawing to some uncomfortable conclusion. Rose was not a deep thinker.

I quickly dispelled the notion because my aunt was not one to linger over weighty principles, so I concentrated on the obvious. I noticed her thick, tanned legs. She was wearing peach-colored satiny shorts that clung to her meaty hips and her smooth gams were bare down to two tiny feet sporting painted pink toes, that were crossed demurely and carelessly free of her three inch-heeled sandals.

As her graceful thighs casually bounced one foot over the other, I could discern the once-clear muscular definition that had been present twenty years and thirty pounds ago when she had been a competitive swimmer. Taking a better, more appreciative appraisal, without seeming to openly ogle my own aunt, it seemed that I could still see the stocky yet pleasingly put-together young woman that she was in her prime, before the terrible combination of icy bitterness and hard liquor had spoiled her charms.

The camera-ready smile still flashed brightly when she desired a favor. And her dark, wavy hair had grown-out since then. The tits had blossomed from the suppressed figure of her training days to the eye-catching splendor of her currently swaying mammaries. That once-sexy body had been allowed to wither on the vine, but I noticed now that it and she had undergone a fairly remarkable transformation.

The very same affliction that had beset my mother, but with a quite different root cause. One man (co-incidentally the same man- my father,) had unintentionally corrupted them both. My dad, in an effort to be a responsible husband and family man almost literally worked himself to death, earning only post-mortem degradation from those he loved. My mom believed that he should have spent more time and money on her, and my aunt believed that mom was just a gold-digger and he should have taken better care of his only sister. I was the convenient target of both of their gripes and for different reasons, they both wanted something reaffirming from me. And ofcourse, in the very near future would be a multi-million dollar payout!

"So where is your mother?" Rose barked, "Is she shopping or is she out trying to trap another husband?" Snide remarks were generally the default language, whenever either of them spoke of the other. Funny thing is, I believe now that it was more out of jealousy and spite than any true enmity. And I think they cast their own little peccadillos on the character of the other. If they could each be assured of a certain level of security and emotional support, I think they would co-operate or atleast avoid the constant bitchery. But getting them in the same room, to achieve the same goal, would take a stroke of genius.

As I listened to her never-ending list of perceived slights as if I were some cheap combination of bartender, marriage counselor and therapist, I smiled attentively and nodded while feigning to care about her woeful trivialities. Rose blathered on about having to live on such an extreme budget and not being able to find a man worthy of her standards as breadwinner and stud, so my mind proceeded to tune-out her words and conduct a more thorough inventory of her amazingly sexualized anatomy. It was like looking at a woman that I barely know.

This was not the dumpy, bloated older woman that I recalled. Maybe all the years of being biased against her acid-tongued, condescending persona for so long, I had exaggerated her "Cruella" temperament to the extent of blinding me to her uniquely "fun-size" dimensions. In a tidy little package, Rose could certainly pack a playful quantity of unrestrained energy plus a playground full of raw sexuality, if only you could cut through the thorny outer layer. She had obviously worked to alter her physical dimensions and may possibly be trying to tame her icy disposition, though that was more of a struggle.

Actually, though related only by marriage, she and my mother Geri, were very much alike. I had to admit that my distaste for my mom's disdain of my father's approach to their marital relations had spoiled my opinion of her. So much so, that when I finally flipped the authority structure of our family dynamic, I gained a new appreciation of her feminine qualities, and she developed a more open and more seductive view of her painfully repressed hidden sensuality.

This made me wonder if Rose's chilly demeanor had also repressed her passions, and that possibly now they were beginning to thaw. Thinking about it now, in the weeks that it had taken to turn the tables on mom, another unusual transformation had gripped her too. Geri had gradually grown to trust me as her Dom; understanding finally that she had a submissive trait that had never been fully realized, and was she was anxious to grow and foster this inner vamp that was longing to be freed. Once she saw that I- her son- could release those hungrily needy desires and allow her to appreciate her role in our new sexual pairing without any undo stigma, she developed a bold, new attitude to let herself explore all of the craven erotic images that had filled her darkest fantasies. To the point that now she will admit that she requires sexual domination and borderline raw humiliation, to bring to the surface the deep-seated inner slut of her obscene desires. Also, just as importantly, to generate the teeth-rattling orgasms that she never imagined possible. And it all started with a freak occurrence.

It began with her slapping my face in exasperation after I declined for the hundredth time, to perform some chore she designated as important and I did not. A shouting match ensued, some harsh words were exchanged and after being struck, I let the simmering, disrespectful, anger escape in the form of aggression. I took my mother's delicate, lithe, frame over my knee and proceeded to spank her rear end while she screamed and whimpered in stunned panic. And through her thrashing about, and struggling which forced me to grip her tighter and punish her more severely, or else be exposed as just an angry, impotent twenty year-old; I found that in the heat of nearly five minutes of pure battle where her clothes became disheveled and my dormant Oedipal longing rushed to the fore, I was replacing a harsh punishment with an unconscious taboo urge. My hand had snaked a path between her clenched butt cheeks and under her short skirt until to the amazement of us both, my fingers were suddenly sticky-wet and her resistance had become a gyrating, grinding motion that welcomed my digits to continue their incestuous wanderings. We both froze in place at the joint realization that I had unwittingly just given my reluctant and truly averse mother, a gushing, tingling climax. She cooled her violent thrashing and and all her energy appeared to come from the jolting aftershocks of her pelvis and belly, as she reclined moaning in utter delirium on my drenched lap. Our somewhat orderly universe had spun off it's axis.

I had not seen my mother as a sexual human being, ever. And as I grew older she was barely my mother anymore. Our living conditions were strained to say the least. My father died when I was fifteen and the idea of my future wealth was still a foreign concept to me. I also had failed to notice the lovely figure that my mother possessed, or the fact that maybe due to being a single mom and caring for me, she had not gone on even one date since dad. And I belittled her to her face and refused her authority while harboring the conception that she was nasty and ugly. My only defense was one of being young and stupid.

My mother was as I was soon to appreciate, tall and fine-limbed. An artist would classify her as statuesque. She had strawberry-blonde hair that rolled in torrents to the small of her back. Green eyes like the plains of Ireland and just a sexy couple of freckles that added a dash of color along the bridge of her pug nose, and a small alluring mouth that seemed to be permanently ready for kissing. A strong jaw sat on her fine neck and swept to well-defined cheeks bracketing her mouth that appeared as if she were always drinking from a straw.

Her lean body was an anomaly, because she should not have been able to support those 36Ds and stand so brazenly upright while wearing such conservative attire. At 38 years of age she was gently marked by the passage of time, but if the term "MILF" had never been invented, you would have said that this woman deserved to be in a special category of sensual desire. Yet another woman in my life, leading a lonely, meaningless existence in the prime of her sexual vitality.

And now, having unintentionally brought her to a writhing, screaming orgasm as she laid, half nude and breathing hard on my damp thighs, and rather than wanting to take out some dubious anger on her, we both became suddenly aware of the bulging, throbbing erection that was standing solid in my shorts and poking deliberately into her abdomen. My jittery hands released their grasp of her hips, that were still convulsing from her recent climax. She looked embarrassingly in my direction for a brief second, and then not quite steady enough on her long legs to walk, she slid off of my dank lap that was noticeably spotted with her discharge, and eased to a short drop on the carpet right between my legs.

The bulging pillar in my cotton shorts was unmistakable, and if the wetness in my crotch was caused by anything other than her own explosive climax, maybe she could have shamed me and walked away with this experience never to be mentioned again. My own sheepish expression should have been enough to put and end to this unplanned debauchery. Still, it seemed that a lightning bolt of sexual energy and desire had filled our pulsing veins with a lusty, crude desire. Her heaving chest was just now coming back into normal breathing rhythm and her trim body was glowing with fine beads of sweat. Three buttons of her summery blouse were hanging by a thread while her sheer bra was twisted with her left breast exposed. The pink nipple showed some rough treatment from being brushed repeatedly on my thighs, and was standing firm and rudely reddish in color. Her short skirt was turned almost backwards and the light blue silky panties had a darker cobalt streak at the gusset and was pushed-in snugly between her blatantly revealed labia. Reddish-blonde curls lay matted and shimmering at the entrance to her soaked vagina. The mysterious aroma of her particular juices was defusing in the room, as much as she wished that it wasn't so.

I had no choice in my uncomfortable position but to shift the large lump in my pants to relieve the tension, and the bulbous head of my raging-hard cock peeked from the crumpled legging of my shorts. It stood proudly on it's own as if spring-loaded and snapped to full attention, showing a few inches of it's veiny column and projecting the wide cap of the flared mushroomed head. Geri's great green eyes widened considerably catching sight of something that she never dreamed of seeing. And an unmistakable gasp of surprise escaped her lips, and her mouth remained open forming a sexy, awaiting target that seemed to be hoping to be filled.

She was on her knees between my thighs, her nose mere inches from my cock. It danced before her like a cobra to a snake charmer. A drop of saliva seeped from her mouth down to her chin forcing her tongue to swipe at the tell-tale signal that this lewd display of eroticism was further roiling the desperate waves of passion forming again in her hungry vagina. Her trembling hands were on my legs working steadily towards my upper thighs, bringing her that much closer to my straining pole. She looked at me one more time before lowering her abashed lids, almost pleading for my guidance or maybe hoping that I would be the one to do the right thing.

My cock was tingling with nervous anticipation and I grasped the thick base only to control the shudder, and the direction of what I knew to be, an imminent eruption. Dewy droplets of pre-cum leaked from the tip and oozed down the firm shaft. To my surprise Geri seemed to take this as a sign that she should ignore all of society's norms that had bottled-up her desires and labeled her fantasies as somewhat deviant. She lowered her beautiful red lips around the rubbery-tipped dome of my throbbing erection and her tongue daintily dabbed at the clear liquid. She pulled her head back slightly leaving a long silvery trace of cum dangling between my cockhead and her luscious lips. She licked the thin stream from her lips and savored the unusual salty essence. Geri appeared gratefully satisfied that she could have ventured this far on the path to erotic discovery, and took the initial length into her warm mouth and allowed me to push towards the back of her throat.

I found myself instantly fantasizing lecherously about this woman, who only moments before I had a serious dislike of. One hand grabbed the nape of her neck, drawing her further onto my cock, and with the other I took her hand and wrapped it around the width of my rod, and had her commence a smooth stroke up and down the shiny circumference of my joint, feeding it temptingly into her hungry mouth. This was amazing. I wanted the feeling to last forever but, I was at the breaking point before she began, so it took just a few quick pumps and I filled her cheeks with my salty seed, hoping that my abrupt discharge wouldn't ruin her mood. She sputtered and gagged at the suddenness of this creamy torrent, and I rushed to apologize for not giving any warning before the blast. But Geri let loose a stream of excited utterances through the deluge and gulped down as much as she could handle, using her fingers to wipe the drippings from her chin and lick her fingers like a starving waif. This led to us tumbling into bed together and her eventually confessing her deepest, darkest fantasies that she now determined only I could fulfill. We began a journey of sexual awakening, that brought us closer as both mother and son, and as S&M partners.

What had begun with a frustrated slap to the face has morphed into her willingly, and erotically accepting a big orange ball-gag into her desperately salivating mouth while being bent over the arm of the couch, as I shove my "solid seven" into her tight, wet cunt.

I find myself drawn to her semi-resistance to being "forced" into incestuous rape and following my "commands" to practice and to perfect her oral skills many times in an average day. I didn't realize that I harbored these leanings towards domination or of incest with my own mother. But the burgeoning relation that we're forging has moved beyond the sexual, we now get along better than ever and she has shared with me her openness to explore her "darker side."

It may be that we are all transitioning through a sexual metamorphosis that could improve and enlighten our non-conforming family "disfunction." I see Geri differently. Even now, my mind's eye conjures her golden locks tumbling over her elegantly-defined cheekbones as those wanton red lips take my swollen cock into her velvety throat. A boy's most warped impression of his mom: her on her knees with his cock in her mouth! And yet, that is what has brought us closer together. It's strange how quickly she felt free to divulge her secret desire to be controlled sexually. After that first troubling encounter, it was like a curtain of shame was lifted, and she was free to enjoy her body. She admitted to me; that if only my father had allowed her sexual roleplay to develop and had helped to grow her primal urge to rebel against society's strict conventions of sexual norms, then maybe it would have been him- and not me, her son- to produce her first real earth-shaking orgasm. And now I wanted to be able to pleasure her, as much as she excited me. This was not just a faceless master/slave coupling, it was sexual roleplay between consenting adults, regardless of blood lines. I wanted to have sex with my mother, and apparently she was willing to reciprocate, but she was still my mom, and I love her like only a son can.

At thirty-eight years old, her slightly sagging D-cups were now free of the ultra-conservative dresses that my father believed more appropriate for an "executive's wife." And the "dirty, descriptive" terms that at first made her blush when she spoke them out loud to her son, now ignited the heated passion that stoked the furnace of her fiery pussy. Those words that dad found distasteful and obscene, even in the privacy of their bedroom, could suddenly compel her to her knees in a fit of ecstasy and cause her to act-out the litany of crude, craven manipulations that filled her erotic daydreams. Geri told me that she would watch pornographic videos on the sly after my father had gone to bed, and imagined herself in all manner of deviant gyrations. And that while strumming two fingers into her moistened cunt or roughly abrading her puffy clit, she would fantasize about bondage-play or other forms of rough sex, and always succeed in bringing herself to climax. I had inadvertently stumbled onto the key of her Pandora's Box of erotic behavior and was able to harness and summon her forbidden sensual secrets.

And while naked and writhing uncontrollably on the bed underneath the forceful thrusting of her son's fully engorged cock, I marveled that her lightly experienced mature figure, and her under-appreciated lustful imagination, had been so heedlessly wasted. This squirming, undulating body, eager to be taught how to perform to it's fullest, belied every concept that I ever had of my supposedly shrewish, old mother. My perceptions of her angry, selfish, bitterness had warped my impressions of her seemingly newly-acquired heightened sex-drive. My ridiculous disdain actually made her appear ugly in my mind. Not just her personality, but physically. Now I see, having explored these luscious curves and erogenous zones, and listened to her anxious pleadings to be fulfilled, that I was terribly wrong about Geri, and possibly also about my Aunt Rose.

My head clears and I remember that Rose is still in the room talking. I have been nodding senselessly and ignoring her completely. Though I observe that she is staring at my crotch and the growing mountain forming there, and has a quite surprising smile on her pleasant face. Quickly embarrassed at the situation, I excuse myself and hurry into the kitchen to refill her drink, and take stock of the scene. I returned with another stronger Manhattan and inform her that I will see if my mom has awakened from her "nap." Rose sipped her drink and settled back into the cushions, with a strange absorbed look on her face as if contemplating a serious decision. I paid it no mind since I was lost in my own thoughts, but I can see now that events were spinning-off into a weird dimension.

I slipped out of the room and down the cellar steps, with my suddenly aching cock leading the way. As I approached the padded bench where my sexy, naked mom still reclined shackled on her stomach, I ogled the image of a very slightly overweight, trembling female form struggling apprehensively and doused in nervous sweat.

Geri was faced down and loosely strapped in place, facing away from me. Her moist, nicely tanned anatomy wriggled against the leather restraints as she twisted her neck in a vain attempt to see who was behind her. She obviously heard the car pull-up, and knew that someone else had entered the house, but the rest was a tantalizing, worrisome, mystery. Her honey-colored locks were wet with sweat and hung down in a limp curtain over her desperate face. Only muffled grunts of exertion and throaty moans of electric titillation could be discerned through the saliva-soaked ball-gag in her mouth. Her head thrashed back and forth with the wet strands of hair whipping her fine features. Slobber ran down her chin and puddled underneath her, being squished onto the floor by her squirming tits. All in a helpless effort to identify this quiet observer standing behind her and leering lustily at her naked body.

That body, in it's most lascivious condition, writhed uncontrollably and her supple back arched in erotic ecstasy, not knowing who or how many people were now appraising her completely submissive torso, and wondering if this situation was to be to her liking. From my view, her undulating hips showed the stark white lines where her skimpy bathing suit only barely concealed that fleshy rump. Only the inner halves of each rounded globe was her virgin pallor, while the sculpted outer rim of each mound was deliciously baked to a golden brown.

The jiggly motion of her pliant ass revealed small ripples of tanned skin as the muscles shivered and tensed with uncertainty. Another thin pale line higher on her back led to the sensuously curved globes being flattened under her chest. The padded bench was indented lightly where her hefty breasts were pressed, showing a tempting side-view of her breast and just hiding the perky, pink nub at it's tip.

I could hear muffled sobs of fear through the gag, as she mumbled and moaned, sounding like a dental patient trying to voice objections. For all that she knew at this moment, there could be a biker-gang sizing up her ravishing figure in it's knotted restraints. I let her fidget a bit longer building the tension while I eased my shorts to my knees. With a cupped hand, I deftly swiped between her squirming, sodden thighs, experiencing the warm, inviting pleasure of her incestuous bounty.

Even in this position, completely at someone's mercy and extremely vulnerable to any manner of violation, of whatever sexual or humiliating device to be imagined, her entire anatomy tingled and warmed to the anticipated debauchery. I mounted the bench slowly and making as little noise as possible in our entwined raging delirium, I parted the soft outer folds of her dripping cavern. She startled suddenly at the approach and her limbs tightened. Both fists gripped the bench and her butt protectively clenched in a desperate survival reaction. But I moved into place between her shivering legs and my stiff tool glided along the extended pink outer lips of her labia, sending tiny shocks to her pelvis. The domed tip of my erection inched past her silky-smooth opening and burrowed forward. The entrance of her tightly-trimmed twat sucked me into the vortex of her gaping maw, and my firm, jutting cock eased conveniently inside my jittery mother.

With only a few quick thrusts, my straining erection was buried to the hilt in her hot, tight tunnel. Emitting another guttural moan, strangled in the spit-soaked confines of the rubber ball tightly clenched between her teeth, she tentatively relaxed after the initial suspense, recognizing the familiar feel of my hard cock plying the molten depths of her crazed cunt. The deep sighs coming from her foaming lips, turned to contented moans as her welcoming pussy muscles contracted around my stabbing prick, and urged my rod further along to the heart of her ravenous pleasure center. We both mounted to the heights of anticipatory delight.

I could no longer contain my enthusiasm and with only a few more quick, wolfish strokes, I emptied my swollen balls into her fragrant passage. She didn't care anymore, whoever else may have been watching- or waiting- for their turn. Her sexy, voracious body was too keened-up, and she began to violently hump back against me, attempting to draw-in every inch of my engorged cock. Her pliant ass twitched beneath me and I felt her lithe joints stiffen. The temperature rose sharply and we were bathed in sweat. Our bodies shimmered and slid easily along each other. Her body convulsed and I could detect the onset of an approaching eruption. We both pumped frantically. Meshed in an oily interlocked ride of hot flesh and desire, we consummated our crude pagan coupling.

Geri shook as if suddenly electrocuted and a throaty, groaning yelp escaped her muffled lips. Then she bucked and squirmed under the leather lashing for a coupe of minutes. The wet, blonde hair lashed her face when her back recoiled from the pressure and her spasming hips nearly forced me out of her. The vice-like hold of mom's craven cunt worked to squeeze my swollen cock, keeping me securely inside. It's inner hold prodded prodded every spurt to bring the ecstatic release that she so-desperately required. We melted into each other.

With the last few jolts of pleasure, we were both suddenly and completely drained. The final twitching pulse from the head of my cock against the warm inner lining of her comforting pussy brought little twinges of excitement to my slowly withering tool. And the dwindling spasms of her teeth-rattling climax were trailing off. The frothy white flecks of foam clung thickly in her strawberry-blonde pubic hairs and the matted brown curls of my kinky cock-hair were soaked. A greying puddle of sticky ooze was forming beneath us, making squishy, lewd noises as our bodies swam in the milky lake.

The entire episode lasted only a few moments and my senses recovered to the fact that my aunt was still upstairs awaiting my return, and marinating in bourbon while my semi-hard erection was lodged in her sister-in-law's hot cunt. Geri's tingling, heavily perspiring body was wrung-out and her head lay still- almost dreamingly subdued. I gently untied the straps and released the gag, giving her a playful spank on the rump to awaken her. She took some deep breaths and relaxed her well-used torso. She stretched and flexed her long limbs like a cat stretching after a nap and the same calm overtook her.

She was recovering from her new, favorite form of physical therapy when I wrapped her tangle of sweaty, knotted hair around my fist and softly brought her upper torso up, so that I could fondle those heaving, ponderous tits, and run my fingers appreciably around the perky little nubs. I love the fleshy heaviness of her full boobs, like water balloons, they wobble delicately in my palms. Her darker pink areola are quarter-size and pliant to my incessant groping. Then I brushed my cheek against hers and whispered, "Guess what mom? Aunt Rose is in the living room and asking for you. I'll tell her that you are resting and need a shower before you come upstairs."

She quickly reacted to the sudden impropriety of the situation. But was more annoyed at the disturbance of what could have been a pleasant stress-reducing afternoon's exercise. Geri spit out a defiant curse, "Just what the hell does that nasty harpy want now? And why on Earth would she barge-in unexpectedly, right now? She's probably sniffing around after your inheritance!" Then she seemed resigned to remember her place as a hostess and grudgingly accepted her plight. "Tell the bitch to have a drink and cool her jets. I'll be up in a few minutes."

I sophomorically joked, "I'll tell Aunt Rose that you're momentarily tied-up."

"Go fuck yourself," she laughingly parried. "And untie me. Just say that I'll be right there... if I can still walk. You nearly crippled me. Now let me go, and get dressed."

I just had to push it a bit. "Do you want to suck some of this cum off of my cock before I go?"

"I would have, "she coyly answered. "But you have your aunt to blame for that! Now go!"

I wiped my flaccid rod on her wet backside and pulled up my shorts, mopping sweat and any other tell-tale moisture from my rumpled appearance. I know that I should have showered too, but I determined that my aunt may just find that highly suspicious if I returned freshly washed. And like mom said, fuck her. I laughingly climbed the steps. Stopping only to make one more Manhattan, I walked back to the living room and confronted my aunt. Then I noticed her in a whole new light.

Rose accepted her drink and took a big, unlady-like gulp, and said, "These are getting better all the time. You know, you're a grown man now with a big birthday approaching. Maybe it's time that we get better acquainted." And her nose seemed to be sniffing the room.

When I reported that mom had just risen from a nap and was headed for a shower, Rose chided, "Sleeping one off, huh? Or maybe she isn't getting any rest at night? Whatever, maybe it's just as well. It gives us more time to talk." She was fully reclined on the sofa, feeling the effects of the alcohol. Her stocky, bare legs were carelessly spread and her cropped, tight shirt had ridden up on her chest, revealing a slimmer belly than I previously criticized her for, and showing the soft undersides of her sheer bra that was cradling those nicely-shaped approximately C-cups. The outline of her generous bust rode high and surprisingly firm under the cottony material and the two darker tips of her pointy nipples stood up prominently and proud, threatening to slice through the strained fabric. I was rapidly changing my opinion of her obvious vitality and sexuality.

At 35 years old, she was slightly younger and smaller than my mother. Her long, ebon mane framed a round face with perfectly shaped, blowjob-ready cheeks and an inviting set of puckered pink lips. Rose was dramatically craning her neck in an overt manner to show her discomfort and draw my attention. Eventually she gestured for me to join her, patting a place on the couch. Lifting her knees to grant me room and permitting a healthy glimpse of her firm inner thighs leading to the damp-looking, darkened gusset of those orange shorts, she declared, "Now isn't this more cozy?"

When I eased in beside Aunt Rose, she slyly remarked about a sweet aroma in the air, which again made me terribly self-conscious due to having just recently engaged in a boisterous bout of farm-animal sex with my own mother. I feared that the lingering scent of our combined pheromones was the smell that she detected. But now, knowing what I do, I realize that while I was gone she had fingered her craven cunt to orgasm while plotting a seduction, and was terribly anxious that I might have discovered her sinful secret. The time left to herself, plus the helpful addition of alcohol to cement her plans had aroused in her a monetary and physical longing that she now realized could be solved by handling one problem. The feeling was so profound that she literally became sexually excited, and never being one to deny her urges, she actually masturbated alone on the couch, while I was fucking mom.

Almost too embarrassed to acknowledge the essence of sex hanging in the air, I glanced sideways at my aunt and spied her sturdy fingers still lazily strumming at the barely concealed "Y" between her legs. Whether it was the 80-proof honesty flashing in her cobalt eyes, or maybe the "caught in the cookie jar" grimace on my face, or just the wishful thinking of a horny young guy, hoping to complete an awesomely-rare sexual doubleheader, I got the distinct impression that the very aunt that I had been scorning openly for the past ten years until the last ten minutes, was seriously coming-on to me.

Rose no longer seemed like a fat, bitchy slob. Was I crazy? Was I stupid? Was I just incredibly horned-up? The answer appeared to me in the next moment. She casually stretched her squat, thick calves towards me and her pink-painted toes gradually but forcibly plied my thighs apart, and I felt her tiny feet softly kneading the goose-pimply flesh that sprouted under my shorts.

In a very nonchalant manner, she worked her monkey-like toes along my crotch, exploring the hidden prize looming just below my gym shorts. I could see a wry smile forming on her sultry lips. This seemed to be more than a mere semi-drunken tease.

I must admit to being stunned into a confusingly frozen state as her nimble toes were now blatantly gripping and squeezing the growing bulge in my lap. "Jay dear," she cooed in a silky-shy voice that I never heard her use. "Would you please rub my legs. They get so sore walking in heels all day. But I'm only 5' 3" if I didn't wear them, no one would ever see me."

I was tempted to mention that with the bodacious rack she presented to the eyes, she could never go unnoticed. But for the moment, still being uncertain of the situation, and worrying that the affects of six ounces of hard liquor could spin off in any direction, I just proceeded to massage her taut gams and carefully watch where things go from here.

"Oh Gawd," she purred and yawned heavily. "That feels so heavenly, maybe I should have you rub my shoulders, too." And she seductively slipped the tight, knit top from her broad shoulders and slid it down to expose the tender tops of her bountiful boobs. "The straps from my bra cut into me, maybe I should take that off, too." She temptingly lowered the lacy straps. She sat up and leaned her warm body against my chest, reaching back to pull her thick, black hair off of her shoulders and allow me to gaze unobstructed down the front of her shirt. I tenuously placed my hands on her soft shoulders and gently ran my fingers along the lovely contours. "That is so-o-o nice, I am just putty in your hands," she sighed.

Just then, mom walked in. She arrived as Rose was squealing and her top was held in place only by the sharp points of her nipples. The nearly entire globes of

her breasts were lasciviously on display and heaving with every breath she took. Geri instantly hit the roof. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing!?! Are you coming-on to my son, you brazen skank?"

Rose was momentarily caught off guard, since that was exactly what she was doing, but then she rebounded adroitly. "No, unh-uh, no! I was just feeling a bit woozy. Your son would be a dangerous bartender." She was starting to ramble. "I came over to wish Jay a happy birthday and invite him- and you ofcourse- for a nice dinner and cake on the big day."

My mother stood with arms crossed and tapping one slippered foot. "Don't hand me that shit, you drunken bitch." The claws were out. This was a mama-bear reaction, which was funny to see. The money seemed little to do with her anger, I detected a stark note of jealousy. "He's not a child! He doesn't want cake and ice cream. I know what he wants, and I'll take care of him." There was something vaguely intriguing in that last sentence and she wasn't done yet. "I know what you want, you slut. This birthday is like a ticking time bomb for you, isn't it? When Jay comes into his trust, he and I are moving far away from here, and from your greedy clutches. Just keep your grubby hands to yourself. And get your fat ass dressed."Geri's moving plans were a mystery, probably only said in anger. But her jealous rage I could see, was the result of my mother having not seen Rose either, in about a year. And clearly, that sultry body sitting so enticingly in my lap, was not the one that either of us remembered or recognized. Though we both realized it was being weaponized for her own purpose. Rose had slimmed down considerably. Her hair was longer, fuller and a glossy raven shade. Those tits were big, round and perched up high on her chest. And the shapely, muscled legs led to a tight, almost visible, honey pot that I was anxious to explore if given half a chance.

"I know he's a full-grown man, "Rose countered charmingly. "I was just telling him. I had a drink to celebrate his birthday, and I guess it went straight to my head. Jay was trying to help me sober-up." It all sounded completely plausible, but naturally coming from Rose, it was total bullshit.

"By doing what?" my mom screamed. "Staring at your sloppy tits!"

"Look whose talking, you gold-digging tramp!"

This looked as if it could get dangerous. I was thinking "cat fight." Maybe they might even rip each other's clothes off. Rose dug in deeper, "Your floppy tits hang down to your waist (that was not true, I wanted to interject. But I didn't feel it was my place.) And that ass of yours is softer than this fuck'n couch."

"Then get off of it. And get the fuck out!" My mom shouted and wheeled around. I knew better than to take sides. Plus, having two sexy matures spar over me was almost a wet dream. Mom circled back when she heard Rose speak to me.

"Jay darling, I'm still a bit drunk. Would you mind driving me home? I'll arrange for my car tomorrow. Thank you honey." She wore a devilish smile and under fluttering lids, her blue eyes shone bright.

Mom dragged me aside, still under Rose's watchful glare. "I don't want you going anywhere with that conniving bitch. Call her a cab. Maybe the cabbie will get a blowjob as a tip. That's how she pays her debts. (I was thinking that maybe I would get a blowjob as a tip.)

"Mom," I intervened, "she is my only aunt. We can't send her home like this. Besides," I bargained, "she can't get anything from me for another month. I'll see that she gets home safe." I wasn't about to let slip any ulterior motive.

"And come right back," mom muttered. "I don't trust that drunken piece of shit."

It occurred to me at that moment that mom was trying to establish and maintain her new sexual identity as a submissive partner engaged in an incestuous S&M tryst with her own son. She was newly opened up to a revival of sensuous pleasures that had been repressed to only her imagination, and she was in fear of having them yanked away by a rival or even of them being exposed as a filthy, obscene obsession. Geri finally found a very willing partner who, without fear of embarrassment or reprisals, would expand these sexual horizons and bring her to the ultimate intensity of delight that had been hidden in her deepest, darkest fantasies. And I know that I should never have taken such crude and devious advantage of this delicate situation, especially with my mother, but how could I have ever turned it down? I've never claimed to be a saint.

And Rose, though apparently more interested in my future wind-fall, was also willing to prostitute herself to ensure the life of leisure that she so intensely desired. If she was ready and willing to subject herself to a debasing, slutty performance of sexual degradation at the feet of her soon to be wealthy nephew, who am I to argue with it? Really, what else is money for?

I did my best to hustle Rose out of the house. There was an awkward moment when she stood up for the first time after so much bourbon, and nearly killed herself in those heels. I had the dreadful image of holding her hair while she prayed to the porcelain god. Geri was conflicted over the idea of me driving Rose home or the possibility of her puking up her guts on the carpet, and having to stay the night. I was allowed to leave with as much of a blessing as mom was willing to confer.

On the drive in my truck, Rose appeared to "miraculously" recover her balance. She slid over on the bench seat and rested her head on my shoulder. And ironically at the same moment, we both reached a tentative hand onto the other's upper thigh. Our eyes met for a brief instant, and we seemed to come to a mutual, unspoken agreement. We were both letting our fingers wander on the other's bare flesh and allowing that person's digits some indiscreet liberties. She cooed again about how comfortable she felt being alone with me, her small hand emphasized the point by easing towards the swelling lump in my shorts. I noticed a warm, tingly feel at my neck where her lips were tracing a wet path and her teeth nibbled at my ear lobe. When her hand crept into my loins, she discerned the sticky remnants of my earlier escapade and just assumed it was because of her, she grinned fittingly. My exploration also uncovered the warm, semi-moist spot that she had endeavored to keep secret. But any thoughts of being embarrassed or shy, were quickly tossed aside. We were rounding second base. I thought that I might "chum the water" a bit, and determine for myself what exactly was happening here.

"You know Aunt Rose," I innocently began. "I was thinking about that old car of yours. Since I'm going to have a little money in a few weeks, I can easily picture you in a shiny little convertible. You know, with your long hair blowing in the wind and everyone able to see how sexy you are." Her ears perked up at any mention of something that could place her on a pedestal. I saw her cool blue eyes flash and could feel her inching closer. "After things are arranged with my Trust, I may be able to lend you enough to get something nice, would you like that?" She smiled like the Cheshire Cat and her palm started a not-very-subtle rubbing over the elongated bulge ballooning at my crotch.

"Oh Jay, honey," she purred. "That would be tremendous but I couldn't possibly repay your generosity. And please sweetie, stop calling me your "aunt," it sounds so formal. Afterall, I'm only a few years older than you, (I stifled a smirk,) I mean really, I'm not your mother's age. (She just couldn't resist.) Just call me Rose, honey." I may be wrong but that felt like another tug on the rope, with my mom struggling to hold on to the opposite end. Then she giggled and dropped another hint.

"A new sports car would be marvelous honey, but I can't imagine any way that I could ever pay you back." Her eyebrows lifted slightly so that I could see the forlorn look. Her grip tightened around my throbbing cock, corralling it and beginning to apply more pressure. I watched those sparkling blue orbs for a minute and read a determined look to her face. She puffed-up her soft cheeks and blew-out a heavy sigh, tensing for some sort of action. Rose spied the leering glance in my eye as I scanned her chest, the stuttering rhythm of her breathing made her tight blouse rise and fall rapidly. At the same time, we both nodded towards her hand, now purposefully stroking my clothed erection.

"Rose," I profoundly announced, "money isn't everything. I'm certain that we could work something out, if you're willing to try." The moment of truth had arrived. I slipped an arm over her shoulders and one at a time, slid her top down each arm, tugging it with little resistance to her waist. She darted a questioning eye at me, but then responded by fishing my swollen cock from it's confines and subconsciously licking her pink tongue along her ruby lips. "I don't see any reason why we still need this," I said hungrily, as I unsnapped the tiny hooks that held her thin bra in place and released her heaving tits. There was a fleeting moment of uncertainty.

She looked briefly at her bouncing boobs, being rocked steadily by the motion of the truck, and then back at me, with a smile that signaled that she was ready to take the next step. Her hand was working a brisk pumping action using the oily droplets of pre-cum leaking from the tip, to smooth the gliding motion of her soothing massage. Her thumb flicked deftly at the domed head and her fingers expertly slipped the full length, lightly tracing the bluish veins and circling the rougher skin around the head. I had struck paydirt. Now was the moment, before I was too far gone, to exert control.

"Rose, consider this the first down payment on your new car." With that, I applied some small pressure on her warm back. It was then that I noticed the small beads of sweat forming on her torso, and the very slightest of resistance to my hand, but then her head went down and her upper body slowly descended to my crotch. Her dark hair covered my pelvis. As I slipped my hand further along her moist spine and under the elastic band of her damp, satiny shorts, to grab a meaty mound of her plump ass, I felt the first soft, wet kisses trailing up and down the entire distance of my solid tool.

Her hand stroked diligently to stiffen the marble lance to it's full, throbbing dimensions of size and girth. Her tongue began to leave a wet trail starting at the bulbous head, swirling along the column and down to my balls. And then I could feel it's sure, easy climb back up to the tip where the quantity of saliva increased and her lips parted a bit. I helped to encourage her efforts by deploying my digits to tickle a path from her squirming butt to her volcanic cunt. Soon, I heard and experienced the stimulating suction and slurping noises as her velvety lips encased my firm erection.

Rose adjusted her supple body on the seat, allowing me to continue to rub and lightly spank her pliant ass, while making her position more comfortable for the remainder of the ride. Permitting my mushroomed head to gently part her kind lips, the warmth sent a tremor throughout my body. She casually shimmied her shorts off her legs, and for the rest of the short trip she was up on her knees completely naked, allowing her pendulous breasts to sway and bounce while her mouth performed it's magic on my pole. In this position, my roving fingers could explore the folds and crevices of her sturdy physique causing spasms of ecstasy to rack her torso while her head began to bob and circle the shiny, hard circumference of my pulsing prick.

I discovered immediately that just like my mother, when two fingers were inserted and then gently swirled around the stiff little nub of her clit, the intensity of her suction was like being plunged into a vacuum. The tight passage of her pussy was squeezing the fingers and holding them tightly inside. And the pouty red lips on her face were performing the same chore on my cock. To the point where I was compelled to pull the truck out of traffic and to a secluded spot on the berm, so as not to kill either of us at the height of climax. I barely had time to warn Rose of the impending deluge about to unload in her throat.

"Honey," she chokingly rasped, "I'm waiting for it! Bring it on. I'm so ready that my pussy is on fire. I've never cum with a man's cock in my mouth. I'm going to soak these seats in a second, and I want to taste your seed while I explode." Her big boobs were bouncing against the fabric and her butt was shaking like Jell-O on springs. My fingers rapidly pistoned into her sloppy, wet cunt when she uttered a deep moan from the bottom of her belly, only slightly muffled by the tingling rod distending her cheek. I couldn't deter the urge to let it go any longer, and I blew my wad at the back of her mouth.

She reacted as if stunned for a minute, as the initial spurt flooded her mouth. But guzzling the first batch down he gullet, she responded like a pro, and quickly recovered her rhythm, pumping my thick shaft and swallowing most of the rest. She managed it like a shotgun, determined to show her skills and in effect, auditioning for the role she was eager to play. With only a few drops escaping, she proved her worth by gagging down the entire volume of my insistent hammer.

With each stream of my cum that painted her tonsils, she gulped lustily and her trembling anatomy spasmed with an explosion and then the lingering orgasmic aftershocks. She swallowed it all and used her tongue to lick her lips and when the torrent died down, she expertly cleaned and shined my weary tool as it slowly deflated despite her encouraging licks. My hand was drenched with her thick, warm secretions and my wrist was growing numb from the constant thrusting. Her ribcage jutted in and out with contractions and sharp pangs of electricity jolted her twitching limbs and rattled her insides until she was forced to grab my arm with her shaking grip and wrench me away from her shivering genitals. She collapsed on the seat and shuddered convulsively for two full minutes.

"Did you like that Jay," she was finally able to squeak-out. "Happy birthday honey. There could be more if you play your cards right." Her coy smile; slightly smeared with creamy, white froth and the dilated blue eyes glistening, assured me of her intentions. But I also detected something ominous in the way she tried to assume an upper hand. I understood that we were all just playing a game, but I saw now, that Rose was trying to use her feminine charms to her advantage. I learned that I could never let down my guard.

As I hurried to park the truck at her house, I said, "There will definitely be more if you want that car. Remember, I said that was just a down payment." She took stock of her position and then dragged me into the house and just inside the door, she proceeded to strip off all of her clothing. As she led me to her bedroom, she was frantically tearing at my shirt and shorts. I was pushed back on the mattress and laid there while she shimmied between my legs and worked to reanimate my flaccid cock and return it to prime condition.

"Is this what you want, Jay." She looked at me with hungry eyes but still angling for a deal. "Do you want me to be your slut? We can arrange that, but it's gonna cost ya." With every word spoken, her deft palm gripped my meaty cylinder and was stroking it from root to tip. This tactic probably paid-off for her in younger days, but I was only horny, not desperate. She had already sucked my cock, and I had my mom at home just waiting for a nightcap, so I was able to meet her negotiations. Rose though was feeling confident. Her tongue performed lazy loops around the helmeted head of my rod, and in between sentences she took each of my balls into her mouth and thoroughly washed them. She also couldn't hide the fact that her body was also on the verge of another monster orgasm, she needed to speak fast while she could still form words, because her challenge loses effect if she's convulsed in ecstasy.

Rose saw my body react to the erotic manipulations she employed. My pole stood stiffly at attention and both of my hands were in her hair and guiding her ears toward the exact spots on my straining prick that would trigger the thunderous torrent of cum I was planning for her. She turned over her "ace in the hole." Her thumb and fingers were just teasing my thick shaft when she grasped my ball sack and pinched it off in a playful display of control, "I'm an expensive slut, but as you've seen, I'm worth it. I can do anything you like as long as you can make me cum like you did and... I'm going to need some little essentials.

She lost her train of thought for a moment as her emotions overrode her brain. Her soft lips formed a perfect circle around my ready-to-burst rod and while she slurped it into her round cheeks, one hand brusquely abraded her dark cunt in preparation for my entrance to her molten stimulation center. When she withdrew my sleek cock from her mouth it looked polished and pumped-up. She guided it purposefully to her moist slit and rubbed the tender tip against her swollen clit until she could take no more. She sat her plump rear-end on my crotch and deftly positioned the arrow-shaped column aimed due north, directly beneath her glistening snatch.

My erect pole slid in between her puffy outer lips and the domed head plunged forward until it was lodged securely in her tight cunt. Instantly she twisted and rocked back and forth until it was seated six inches deep and her wet pussy ground hard on my pelvis. Our pubic hairs met and mingled in a jumbled confusion of gooey, sticky coarse curls. My upward thrusts were met by her downward pressure. Just as I grabbed her hips and she leaned forward with her arms on my chest and her hair in my face, my phone began to buzz on the end table beside her bed.

With the screen announcing, "a call from Mom," we both mouthed an embarrassed alarm, but then we laughed as I motioned her to silence and answered the phone. It was as if Geri had a camera in the room watching us, or was displaying that motherly sense of ESP.

"Well, did you take care of the slut?" She couldn't hide her contempt. Rose's eyebrows drew sharply together, and she was stopped in mid-fuck. She was about to utter an angry reply when I stifled her with a quick wave of my hand and a placating peck on her right breast which was hanging directly infront of me. Then I silently laughed at Geri's unintended but apt description of the previous hour.

"Yes mom," I chuckled my answer. "I just managed to get something down her throat and I'm trying to get her to bed. But she insisted that I join her in a celebratory night cap, so I may be here awhile before I get her settled." Rose smiled evilly and started to rise and lower herself on my cock and lean forward to offer her bodacious tits to my lips. I laughingly slathered kisses on each tear-drop shaped breast and explained to mom that Rose was drunkenly trying to share her desserts with me. Then I said that I had to go, and that I would be home later.

Mom admonished me to, "Keep an eye on her, because she would use anything to get what she wants. She's nothing but a slut!" I assured her that I would be watching for that. And I hung up. I again got the impression from Geri's tone that she was as much jealous of Rose as she was in guarding my future funds and my lagging morality.

Rose bounced harder on my cock, sending her big tits into a series of erotic figure-eights on her chest, and flung her head back shrieking with laughter. Allowing the volume of her coal-black mane to sweep the sheets and causing her bouncing boobs to ride high on her chest with the perky nipples pointing at the ceiling. "I'm going to want more than just a car Jay, if you want me for your slut." she giggled seductively as if she had just won the lottery. "I can service you whenever you wish. And I'll obey all of your commands. But I 'cum' with a price"

"You're going to have to work longer than only today, you understand?" I queried her. "And you'll be available any time I want!" She was still smiling, seeing only dollar signs.

"Is this really what you want Jay? Do you want me as your personal whore?" Just then, to emphasize her leverage, she eased her hot, moist cavern up until only the straining tip of my helmet was still making contact with the clingy reddened labia. And her pointy nips dangled invitingly close to my eager mouth. I'm sure that she assumed my judgement had been impaired by this lascivious maneuver. And that I was caught in her spell. I'll admit that it was close.

"I can be good (or bad,) whichever you desire. But you'll need to take care of me. Is that a deal?" Rose purred into my ear as she kissed my lobe and ran her fingers through my hair. She spread her thighs once more, permitting my cock to slip easily back inside her warm, tight passage. The muscles of her pussy squeezed and inched it along deeper in to the depths of her sweet web. She reiterated that she was willing to trade sex for money, but that a car was only the start. Her smile seemed victorious as she sensed that my rocket was preparing for lift-off once more. But I still had a trump card of my own ready to play.

She was certainly propositioning me and I suppose she considered me to be a fairly easy mark, for a mature woman with her experience. But considering all that she was pushing into the pot, she must have had to do some serious reckoning. I guess that somewhere along the way, Rose had tallied her assets and regrettably learned that she was not the "hot dish" that she envisioned for herself. Sure, she had taken the effort to lose a lot of excess weight, but with her bone structure and swim training, she was never going to be a runway model. Her legs were sturdy, and I can understand why she always wore heels- they emphasized the muscular definition of her calves and greatly added to her small stature.

Her tits were a major point of focus, and she knew it. But she had to face facts. These weren't the perky, looks-good-in-anything breasts of a twenty year old. She was closer to forty, and the age lines and sag gave it away. All the more as she tried to show them off. Rose was certainly pretty and sexy. Long, luxurious dark locks, icy blue eyes that twinkled when the corners of her mouth curled in a flirty fashion and those rounded cheeks brought a smile to her laughter. But all of those features were aging. Laugh lines, crow's feet, sag, these were facts of life and could be camouflaged but not eliminated. And the "big money" was going to the younger chicks. She could only sell the product she had.

The sexy mouth, with those plump pink lips that she constantly moistened with that snaky tongue was a genuine delight. But it was a double-edged sword. It could spew torrents or insults if she didn't get her way. Or she could ply that whiskey-tempered voice to suggest the dirtiest, most obscene and vile sexual acts that could set your heart (or your cock) pounding with anticipation. And she could employ her plump, sensuous cheeks like a bellows to fan a flame, and with that incredible suction that she would generate, I swear that girl could suck a bowling ball through thirty feet of garden hose. And she used that talent as her bargaining chip.

But lurking just beneath the surface was her bitchiness. This characteristic sparked more often and more easily than her smile. And with a limited budget and off-the-rack clothing, she wasn't easily going to attract the right man or even the "man right now." That must be what made her decide to play me. The sex so far was great, and her bitchy personality would be no problem because there was no love here, I could always cut her loose. And who knows? I found some hidden passion with mom, and Rose already displayed a submissive, playful attitude that I never imagined that she possessed. I only needed to wait, and watch if she overplays her hand. In the meantime, we'll both check and raise.

I needed to clear my head when I realized that she was still dealing. "Well," she needled, "is this how you want me? Do you want to make a deal? My body for your money? I'm going to need a nice, new apartment, the car, new clothes and some jewelry. And ofcourse, some spending money. And I'll be very, very good to you. What do you think?"

I reached with both hands to grab her by the hips and pull her elusive pussy down swiftly onto my hungry cock. She was instantly impaled on my firm rod and let-out a startled breath accompanied by a satisfied growl as she wriggled her wet pussy around my pole and positioned herself to sit snugly on my messy crotch. With just token pressure, I bent her top-heavy torso so that those looming, pillowy breasts- like half-filled water balloons- settled perfectly on my tongue.

"Yes Rose, I'm pretty certain that we can come to some sort of arrangement." I squeezed each pliant tit into my mouth and slathered them both with wet kisses. Then I nibbled and sucked on those hardened nubs, chewing a bit just to watch her jump and squeal. "I'll take-out a loan against my future Trust tomorrow, and you'll have a shiny, convertible next week- blue, to match your eyes." I watched as those eyes clicked brightly to the 200-watt level and her devious mind began to whir. "But your body and your bed will be available to me at anytime, starting now- and only to me!"

That deflated her and snapped her back to reality. Her famous temper flared. "No, no, no," she countered, the color rising in her face. "Wait a minute! That was never part of anything." It was obvious to me, that she had been planning to string me along for awhile as her gravy train, and then go off in search of a bigger prize. But she couldn't be too defiant at the moment, so she needed to check her inflated ego before she blew it. "I mean..." she stuttered. "But, um, you're a young man honey. You're going to find a girl your age. You'll settle down, maybe get married. There's no real future for us. Where will that leave me, your thirty year old aunt?" She was desperately plotting an escape plan.

"You're 35 Aunt Rose. And it will leave you without a car, an apartment and I'll tear all of the fancy clothes right off of your back, if you stop pleasing me! And everything I buy, will be kept in my name... including your hot pussy! That's the deal." She could see now, with a certain finality just how strong my hand was.

"And I want your answer now," I demanded. "The offer expires as soon as either of us gets out of this bed." Rose was seething with rage. Thinking that she had trapped me, only to see her plot reversed.

"That's no offer, you little shit," she hissed. "You know, smart ass, you may have gone too far." She was now frantically searching for a way out, and her feverish, black heart hit on this little gem. "I could tell your mother right now. That, as she was on the phone talking to you, you were balls-deep in your aunt's sweet cunt. How would that be? It might even change the terms of the Trust?" She had a desperate look and was sweating profusely. But she folded her arms across her chest and sat up defiantly.

It might have been a great play, if it hadn't been 90% bluff. Rose didn't want, or need for anyone to know that she had an incestuous tryst with her nephew. And if the goal of this entire "affair" was my money, this was absolutely the worst plan. She saw me smile at her preposterous boast and her shoulders visibly sagged. I almost felt a deep sadness for her pitiful effort. That worried her. I think then, she envisioned a very uncomfortable truth. That a rich young man, would be forgiven and even excused in the eyes of the public, if he fell under the spell of an evil temptress, such as a "gold-digging" female relation with bad intentions. But the woman in such an affair, would forever be branded as a shameless whore!

"And besides that, Rose..." and I allowed that thought to trail off with a wide grin on my face, and sent her imagination soaring at what I let linger. Meanwhile, I grabbed her and flipped her on her back so that those big tits shook like they were jelly-filled and finally settled on either side of her ribcage. She reluctantly laid back in a submissive position, guessing that her gambit had failed. I took her legs and hoisted them to my shoulders, exposing the glistening halo of damp, kinky curls that crowned her fiery-red labia. She was entirely open to me and no longer resisting, the pink pussy unfolded like a flower to the sun. My pulsing cock was pointed just inches from her spread-eagled target, and I commanded that she use her fingers to ply-apart that delicious-looking twat, and then like a perfect little hostess, she must invite my cock inside.

"Because Rose..." She now hung rapt on my every word. "You are going to call my mother." She looked stunned. "And you're going to tell her that you are my slut!" She got a puzzled expression and nearly asked if I was joking. I watched those dark brows knit tightly above her wide, blue eyes. "And you know what else you're going to tell her?" I saw her dismally shake her head numbly, as she witnessed her 'house of cards" come tumbling down. Her trembling hand slowly roamed down her round tummy and started to play in the wet, wiry hairs of her vagina.

"You're going to tell her that after we finish fucking, and then you've sucked the pussy-juices from my big cock, that we're coming back to her house." Rose was visibly shaking, and couldn't believe or conceive of what I was demanding of her. That I could even actually consider such a degrading idea. And she could see by my wicked smirk, the terrible punch-line that was about to follow. "Then you're going to tell her that the next time I fuck you, you will be between her legs, licking her hot cunt." That's when the full picture of her new submissive position suddenly manifested itself in vivid, erotic detail.

"That's right Rose," I couldn't help bragging, as it was the first time that I had spoken of it out loud. "I've already been fucking my mom, and now I'm going to begin fucking the both of you, together." She shook her head violently and muttered that she would "do" anyone else but "her." She even screamed that Geri would never allow that to happen. I assured her that mom would do as she was told, and that if Rose knew what was best for herself, she would obey me too. I was pushing all of my chips into the pot and flopping over the winning hand. Her head drooped.

"I see it now, and I imagine that you do too." She could only listen to me, unable to utter a reply as she saw how this was doomed to play-out. "You two are more alike than you know, or want to admit. And I have what both of you want." The truth of that was beginning to dawn on her, after I explained about mom's truly submissive persona Rose agreed that an erotic threesome where she would be dominant over Geri, just might be fun afterall. But still she balked. "Tonight," I added, making sure that she understood that only my rules would apply, "You two will put on a little show for me, you know getting to really know each other, before I fuck you both. Now, what do you have to say about that?"

Rose got a steely-eyed look to her firmly-set face and almost spat-out her contemptuous reply. "No please Jay, please honey. Don't make me do that. I'll do anything else you want. I'll do any other woman you want. But why her?" The jealousy or envy, or whatever it was, forced her to make one more stand. "I'll suck you and fuck you. And obey your commands, but Jay please. Don't make me do anything with that bitch. I needed only to rub my thumb over my fingers and she recognized the universal sign for "money."

She appeared thoroughly dejected for a minute. But as the concept took hold, and her position seemed tenuous, her smile brightened again. She whimpered in a defeated tone, "I'll get the car this week?" And meekly added, "And you'll get me a new place to live?" I assured her of both with the pledge that her body belonged to me. I asked if she could accept these conditions.

Her nimble fingers returned to stretching wide, the pink folds of her honeypot while her smooth, strong calves caressed my ears. Her other arm burrowed under those bouncy tits forming a deep cleavage and propping the pointy nipples up for my approval. Her smile stiffened as her body relaxed with a heavy sigh. Her pussy was open and she took my cock, placing it at the inviting entrance to her lustrous orifice. She purred seductively, "Take me Jay. Please fuck me. Make me your slut and take care of me, and I'll do whatever you want. Fuck me hard now, then take me home. I'm yours."

The end