A MOTHER AND AUNT STORY CH. 02

Part Two of my story starts about three months after my mother and I started a sexual relationship. Mum didn't really have any close friends outside her work as a physiotherapist, so the only person, apart from me, who regularly came to the house was my Aunt Laura, mum's older sister. Aunt Laura usually came round on a Tuesday after work and spent the evening with mum. Sometimes she came on a Friday, too. So in general, although I liked my aunt very much (and fancied her something rotten!) I tended to avoid visiting mum on Tuesdays and Fridays as I didn't want it to appear that I was spending more time there than usual. I discussed it with mum and she said it probably didn't matter but it was as well to be on the safe side. Mum was very concerned about the idea of being discovered committing incest with me.

The upshot of this was that I hadn't seen my aunt for a few months when I got an unexpected text from her one weekday lunchtime as I was heading for the college refectory. It said that she was in town, just a few minutes from the campus, and asked me if I wanted to meet up for lunch. There's a big Victorian pub just outside the college gates and I suggested meeting her there. The summer vacation started on Friday and I had no lectures in the afternoon so a leisurely lunch with my aunt would be a pleasant treat, I thought.

The weather was relentlessly hot and cloudless, the college lawns yellowed and tinder dry. I walked down the entrance drive and across the road and into the King's Head public house, where it was dark and cool. Aunt Laura was already there, waving to me from a table in a quiet corner. In fact the whole pub was quiet this Wednesday lunchtime and what patrons there were, were mostly sunning themselves on the patio at the back.

I went over to the table where Aunt Laura was sitting and she stood up to greet me, giving me a hug and a kiss on my cheek.

If you put my mother and my aunt side by side, you can see the family resemblance. But where mum's got a good feature, Aunt Laura's got it better and, conversely, where mum's got a less desirable feature, Aunt Laura has it less undesirably, if that makes sense. For example, mum's got nice hair: long and straight and dark-brown; my aunt's is a striking raven's wing black. Mum's tall and curvy; my aunt is an inch taller and slimmer and she's got knock-out legs. Mum's not hugely attractive, facially, but Aunt Laura is very attractive; her face is slimmer than mum's but with the same lovely hazel eyes and wide, full-lipped mouth. In fact, although I never made the connection at the time, Aunt Laura looks rather like Anjelica Huston as she looked when she made The Grifters, although Miss Huston was only about forty then and Aunt Laura will be fifty-nine next month, though you'd hardly think it. So it's no surprise really that if I fancied my mum during my late teens and twenties, I fancied my aunt even more. That good old incest gene again.

And I still fancied her now, I quickly realised, sitting opposite me and wearing a summery, floral-patterned dress and white high-heels, her skin tanned a light honey, her legs bare, her night-black hair falling to her shoulders, her face sparingly made up, her nails painted dark blue.

'It's been an age, Oliver!' she began, 'tell me all about what you've been up to.'

Well the major new thing in my life was the fact that I was fucking my mother four or five times a week but I could hardly say that. So I talked about work and my house and the lodger and his irritating habits and Aunt Laura smiled and laughed in all the right places.

After I'd run out of things to tell her I asked her what she'd been doing and my aunt told me about her job - she's a medical receptionist - and about the amateur-dramatic society that she belongs to and the walking group and all the other displacement activities that she does to combat the loneliness of being left widowed and childless in her late forties.

'Have you seen much of your mother, recently?' she asked, and I don't know why, maybe something in the tone of her voice, but I got the sense that there was more behind the question than just innocent curiosity.

'I go round once a week or so,' I said, carefully. 'And I sometimes pop in at weekends to see if she's ok.'

'And is she ok?' Aunt Laura asked, looking at me carefully.

'She seems pretty happy,' I replied, neutrally.

'Yes, she does, doesn't she,' aunt agreed. 'In fact I'd say she was very happy indeed at the moment. Happier than I've seen her for years. Do you think she's got a man, Oliver?'

I shrugged. 'If she has, she hasn't talked to me about it.'

'Well I asked her and she denied it. So why so happy? She hasn't won the National Lottery, as far as I'm aware, and her job's just the same as ever.' Aunt Laura took a sip of her drink and looked at me again, a cat-like smile on her face.

'So I was intrigued, Oliver. It was like a little suburban mystery. Why was my sister Christine so happy? Then a couple of weeks ago I had a chat with one of the neighbours, that elderly lady opposite. I asked her if your mum had any visitors during the week and she said just you. She said that your car was parked overnight at least two or three times a week and most of the weekend too.'

I felt hot and uncomfortable The walls of the pub seemed to be closing in on me.

'Well, I was even more intrigued. Why would Oliver be round so much? You never were in the past.'

I shrugged again. 'So I visit a bit more than I used to,' I countered. 'So?'

'So if you're staying overnight, Oliver, where are you sleeping? Because the bed in your room has been stripped for weeks, and that's the only other one in the house, apart from your mother's.'

I felt trapped. The blood rushed to my face and I swallowed convulsively. I might as well have admitted my guilt.

'You're sleeping with your mother aren't you Oliver?' said my aunt. Then she burst out laughing. 'I knew it! Oh, don't worry,' she went on, seeing fear creep into my face. 'I'm not going to tell anyone. It's making my sister very happy and presumably you too, so good for you both.

'It is making you happy isn't it, Oliver?' she asked.

'Yes,' I said, looking directly at her. 'It's making both of us very happy.'

'How did it start? Don't tell me if you don't want to but... well, I'm fascinated. It's all rather exciting!'

So I gave her the bare bones of what had happened, which I shouldn't of course, not without my mum knowing what was going on. But somehow, sitting here with my aunt, it felt a bit like the Catholic confessional. Here was someone I could share this huge secret with. Then there was the other element, which was that discussing having sex with my mother, even in the broadest terms, with my aunt, was having a profound effect on me.

At some point our food arrived but I wasn't much interested in eating and neither, it seemed, was Aunt Laura. 'Are you going to say anything to mum?' I asked, at one point.

'No,' she replied, after some thought. 'But if you want to tell her that I know, well, I'll leave that up to you.'

Afterwards we stood outside, in the heat of mid-afternoon, facing each other on the hot pavement. "Goodbye" seemed a bit banal after the lunchtime revelations.

Aunt Laura put her hands on my shoulders and leaned to whisper in my ear. 'I'm really happy for you both.' She pulled her head back and looked at me keenly with her hazel eyes. 'In fact if truth be told,' she went on, 'I'm just a bit jealous.' She kissed me, hard, opening her mouth and slipping her tongue between my lips, just for an instant. Then she broke the kiss. 'Goodbye, Oliver.' And she was gone, her heels clicking on the paving stones, black hair rippling and hips swaying as she walked.

I spent the afternoon thinking about my aunt and the kiss. And when I wasn't thinking about that, I was debating whether or not I should say something to my mother. Part of me said she had a right to know, but another part said she'd be horrified and, if Aunt Laura said nothing, mum didn't need to know.

What I really wanted to do was to go round to my aunt's house that evening and fuck her brains out. But even the thought of it felt like cheating on my mother. And besides, a quick kiss didn't mean she wanted anything more from her nephew, did it?

In the end I went round to mum's house that evening and told her. I waited until after dinner when we were both curled up on the settee in the lounge, sipping the last of the red wine we'd had with the meal.

'I've got something to tell you, mum,' I began, 'and there's no easy way of saying it.'

My mother sat up and stared at me. 'What? What's happened Oliver?'

'I had lunch with Aunt Laura today... Mum, she knows about you and me.'

I was expecting her to leap up and start screaming and tearing her hair out, or something like that, but she just sat looking at me, chewing her lower lip. 'How did she work that out?'

'The nosey bitch across the road told her I spent a few nights a week here and she worked out that the bed in my room hadn't been slept in. She's not going to say anything, Mum,' I added, putting my arm around her and drawing her to me in a tight embrace.

'No,' said my mother, enigmatically, 'I don't suppose she is.'

'What's that mean?' I asked. 'And why are you taking this so calmly?'

Mum said nothing for a minute or so, she just stared at the carpet, gnawing her lip. 'Ok,' she said at last, 'if Laura has seen fit to tell you she knows about us then I guess I shouldn't feel bad about telling you about your aunt and me.'

'What about Aunt Laura and you?' I said, feeling that maybe I already knew the answer.

So mum told me about the relationship she had had with her older sister and I listened mesmerised.

'It started when we were in our early twenties, both living in a one-bed flat in London and enjoying the freedom,' she began. 'It was the nineteen-eighties and we were young and full of life and we went everywhere together. We dated together and got drunk together and smoked grass together, and don't look like that, Oliver. Everyone was doing it then.

'Then one evening Laura produced this pretty hard-core pornographic videotape that someone at college had lent her and we rolled a couple of spliffs and opened a bottle of wine and we sat and watched it and we both became very aroused and ended up in bed.'

'Just the one time?'

'Oh Lord, no. We were at it all the time like a pair of cats on heat. It only stopped when Laura got a job outside London. Well, I say stopped, it's never really stopped.'

'You still sleep together?' I asked, not sure what answer I wanted to hear.

'Yes. But not very often nowadays,' she answered. 'And not since you and I have been sleeping together.'

'But when you were married, and Aunt Laura was married?'

'Yes, occasionally. Are you shocked, Oliver? You shouldn't be, considering what we do.'

'I saw you once,' I said, quietly.

'What do you mean?' she asked.

'I was eighteen, it was just before I went to Uni. I came downstairs and I saw you and Aunt Laura kissing in the kitchen-diner. A proper kiss.'

'And you kept quiet about it for all these years?'

'I thought about it a lot. I used to masturbate thinking about you and Aunt Laura. Imagining what you did together.'

'Would you like to know, Oliver?' said my mother, softly. 'Would you like me to tell you what I did with my sister?'

'Yes,' I croaked, kissing the top of her head.

'In that case,' my mother said, disengaging herself and getting up off the settee, 'I suggest you take me to bed and lick me until I come and then fuck me. And while you're doing that I'll tell you what your naughty Mummy got up to with her sister.'

It was only eight o'clock and full daylight as I bundled my mother upstairs to her bedroom and drew the curtains. We stripped naked, tearing our clothes off, both wanting what was coming next. I jumped onto the bed and mum climbed on and opened her legs wide for me and I knelt and buried my face in her hairy pussy. It had been a hot day and her scent was ripe and meaty. I slid my tongue between her labia and tasted her cunt juice and, as always, I felt dizzy with this intimacy with my mother, a feeling that never quite went away, no matter how many times we made love.

'My mother arched her back as I tongued her. 'Does Mummy taste nice, Oliver?' she cooed softly. 'Mummy likes being licked by her lovely boy. Would you like to know what your naughty Mummy and her big sister do when we're in bed together?' I couldn't answer as my mouth was full of my mother's labia. 'I bet you would,' she went on. 'Well, we kiss a lot, using our tongues. Your auntie likes playing with my breasts; they're bigger than hers and my teats are bigger and juicier. Auntie Laura's got quite small tits, but they're nice and firm and she likes it when I bite her nipples... Ahhh.' Mum groaned as I started licking her clitoris.

'She likes it when I finger her pussy, too... oh, God I'm going to come!' Mum thrust her cunt into my face as I sucked her clit and rasped my tongue over the sensitive bud. Her leg and arm muscles went taut and she clutched handfuls of the duvet with white-knuckled hands.

As soon as her orgasm had subsided I was up and inside her, penetrating her hairy slit with a single, hard thrust. Pushing all seven and half inches of me into my mother, watching her face as my cock sank into her.

She looked up at me, her hands on my shoulders. 'I like fingering my sister's cunt, feeling how wet and juicy she is and tickling her clit with my fingertip. I can make her come doing that and she goes really wild and bites my lips and my nipples.'

I rammed my cock hard into my mother, my head singing with what she was telling me and she smiled up at me.

'I like licking my sister's cunt, too. She's got really thick, black pubic hair and very pink lips and she looks lovely down there and she tastes nice too. And she likes licking me. She likes pushing her tongue right into Mummy's hole and sucking Mummy's little pearl. And when Mummy starts to come, her naughty sister sometimes slides her finger right up my bum hole and it makes me come really hard - well, you know that, Oliver, don't you.

'I bet you'd like to see your auntie's cunt, wouldn't you, Oliver? I bet you'd like to taste her and lick her and put a finger up her bottom. And I bet you'd like to fuck her too, wouldn't you? In her cunt and in her arse.'

I came at that moment. A sudden, blinding, intense flash of pleasure that lit my brain like summer lightning. I gasped as I pumped my hot seed into my mother's cunt and she rode with me, holding onto my arms and bucking her hips to meet my thrusts.

'You are something else, Mum, you really are,' I said after I'd collapsed over her. 'Those things you said...'

'Well I'm right aren't I? I bet you would like to fuck your auntie.'

'And how would you feel if I did?' I teased her. 'Would you be jealous?'

'Not if I was there, too,' she answered and my guts suddenly turned to ice and the air in the bedroom got thick and hard to breathe because if I wasn't very much mistaken, my mother had just suggested, or at least sanctioned, a threesome with her sister.

'Would you really be up for it?' I asked mum, later, as we lay in bed, reading our books. I was still fired up from the sex and mum's revelations about her sister and what they did together, especially mum's teasing monologue as I'd licked then fucked her, and I was finding it difficult to concentrate on what I was reading.

'Up for what, Oliver?' asked my mother, looking at me over the top of her reading glasses, although she must have known perfectly well what I meant.

'For including Aunt Laura,' I said.

She marked her place and closed her book and put it on her bedside table. 'In principle, yes, but I have a reservation.' I waited as she summoned her thoughts. 'I'm not under any illusions that my sister is better looking than me and has a nicer body. If we did go down that path, and I'm not saying that Laura would agree to it, but if we did, would I get displaced by my sister? It's happened before,' she ended.

I put my book down and reached for my mum and she came into my arms and I kissed her and stroked her and told her that being my mother made her special and she could never be displaced by her sister. I was playing off the back foot, hoping to get her to agree, but there was truth in what I said, too. The bond of incest would always be stronger with my mother and with it the levels of excitement and arousal, I told her.

'I wouldn't be too sure,' she replied. 'You haven't seen my sister naked. She's quite something.'

I reached down and stroked my mother's pussy and she smiled and kissed me and our kiss went on for a long time and it was very sloppy and involved tongues and lips and lots of saliva. And as we kissed I got very hard and I fingered her cunt and she became very wet so that I was able to penetrate her easily and to make love to her with, slow, light strokes that went on for long minutes while I kissed her face and her neck and whispered in her ear that I loved her very much and she groaned softly as a gentle orgasm trickled through her body and soon after that I felt my sap rise and I ejaculated into my mother for the second time that night, leaving my cock tender and red.

'Alright,' she said afterwards, as we lay in a pre-sleep embrace, 'I'll go along with it.'

I felt a wave of heat sweep through me. 'How do we make it happen?' I asked. 'You said your sister might not agree?'

'I think,' said my mother slowly, after a moment's thought, 'that if you went over to see her she probably would.'

I drove the five miles or so to my aunt's house the following Saturday morning, having got mum to establish that she would be in. I pulled up in the driveway to her bungalow and switched off the engine, my palms sweating.

Since Wednesday evening, when my mother had agreed to participate in a threesome with her sister, I had been living and dying what I would say to my Aunt Laura. Yes, she had seemed to say that she was jealous of her sister's relationship with her son, but that was a long way from jumping into bed with the two of us. And yes, she had been in an almost lifelong relationship with her sister but again, did that mean she wanted her nephew as well? The arguments had gone round and round in my head.

'Just ask her,' my mother had suggested when I tried to discuss tactics with her. That was a great help.

Aunt Laura must have seen my car pull up because as I unclipped my seatbelt, she opened the door and waved at me and stood waiting in the porch. She was wearing a black skirt and a dark-grey blouse, which set off her jet-black hair beautifully. It was still very warm and she was bare-legged again and wearing shiny-black high heels. I thought she was a bit dressed up for a Saturday morning though I couldn't help noticing how the black skirt hugged her slender waist and how long and shapely her lower legs were.

'This is a nice surprise,' she smiled at me as I stepped into the porch. 'To what do I owe the pleasure?'

'Well I was in the neighbourhood,' I began.

She looked at me as though she didn't really believe me. 'Well whatever. Come in and have some tea.'

I followed her in and went into her lounge and sat down on a sofa and she went into the kitchen and I heard the sound of the electric kettle and a few minutes later she came in with a tray of teacups and saucers and a teapot and a plate of biscuits and I remembered that my aunt always insisted on cups and saucers instead of mugs. She poured us both a cup and sat down and looked at me expectantly.

'It's about what we talked about on Wednesday,' I began, staring at the carpet and feeling myself blush.

'I rather thought it might be,' said my aunt. 'Did you tell your mother that we'd met and what we'd talked about?'

'Yes,' I replied, raising my eyes and looking at her sitting the other side of the coffee table. My aunt has wonderful eyes, the colour of toffee, like mum's. 'Why didn't you tell me that you and she were in a relationship for all those years?'

It was my aunt's turn to colour slightly. 'Too complicated, I suppose. Your mother and I haven't slept together for months,' she added.

'Would you like to join us one day,' I blurted out, feeling myself flush again.

Aunt Laura was silent for a while, looking carefully at me. 'You mean join you and my sister in bed?'

'Yes,' I croaked. 'If you'd like to that is.'

'What does your mother think?' she asked, quietly.

I hesitated for half a second. 'Mum's really up for it,' I said, finally.

Aunt Laura raised a hand to her face and flicked her hair behind her ear. 'In that case I accept.'

'You do?' I gasped, my heart thudding in my ribcage.

'Yes, Oliver, I do.' She smiled, showing even, white teeth. 'I would love to join your mother and you in bed.' She leaned back in her chair and crossed one elegant leg over the other. 'When had you got in mind?'

It wasn't something that I'd discussed with my mum and I looked blank. 'Next weekend?' I hazarded.

'Next weekend would suit me very well, Oliver. Whose house will we be using?'

Another blank look from me. 'Mum's, I suppose,' I said, feeling that I really should have thought about these things beforehand. I suppose I'd never really believed that my aunt would agree.

'Ok. Well what if we meet at your mum's house next Saturday, about seven, and we go out for a meal to that nice Italian restaurant in the High Street and afterwards we go back to your mum's house and, well, see what happens. Does that sound like a good idea?'

'Sounds great,' I said.

'If we have a meal and a few drinks I think we'll all be a bit more relaxed.' My aunt finished her tea and stood up. 'And now I have to go, Oliver. I was on my way out when you arrived.'

'A hot date, Aunt Laura?' I grinned at her, feeling a wave of relief that the potentially difficult conversation was over and it had been a resounding success.

She laughed 'No. It's my Art Appreciation for Middle-Aged Spinsters class at the town gallery. Now come and give your aunt a nice big kiss before you go.'

I stood up and we came together and my aunt wrapped her arms around my neck and I put mine around her waist and our mouths met in a long, sensuous kiss, lips mashed together, mouths working, tongues darting. I felt so excited I thought my head was going to explode. I was actually kissing my gorgeous aunt! After all those years of masturbatory fantasies here she was, in my arms and I could feel her small breasts pressed against me and smell her perfume and taste her lipstick and her saliva and next weekend I would make love to her, actually penetrate her, while my mother looked on.

Thinking of my mother, and what she had said about being displaced, brought me up short and I broke the kiss, still holding my aunt, who looked at me keenly.

'You're sure this is what you both want, Oliver? You seemed to hesitate when I asked about your mum.'

'She's a bit nervous about it,' I admitted. 'She's worried that...,' I paused, trying to decide how to put it. 'She's worried that you're prettier and slimmer than her and...' I tailed off.

'And she's worried that I'll run off with you?' My aunt looked pained. 'I love my sister very much and I'd never do anything like that! But thanks for the warning. Perhaps we'd better not have another kiss,' she said, releasing me and stepping back. 'Not until next weekend, anyway. Now I really must go.'

My mother was a pain for the rest of the weekend. By turns nervous and irritable. I tried to soothe her but she pushed me away. She didn't even want to make love, which was unheard of for my mum. So I left on Sunday afternoon.

On Thursday she was a different person; Aunt Laura had visited on Tuesday and they'd had a heart-to-heart and mum was really looking forward to Saturday. But when I went round about five o'clock on Saturday afternoon she was a bag of nerves again, this time about her appearance and how her sister would eclipse her.

Eventually she went to have a bath and put her makeup on and when she came down an hour later I told her that she looked enchanting, which she did: she was wearing a mid-length black cocktail dress in a satiny material that showed off her hips and bust. She'd washed her hair and it was cascading over her shoulders in a dark wave. Her makeup was carefully and cunningly applied to make her eyes look huge and reduce the size of her jaw. Her nails were painted dark red to match her lipstick and she was wearing black stockings and four-inch heels.

'You look fabulous,' I said with feeling, pressing a gin and tonic into her hand. 'I'll be the envy of every man in the restaurant.'

'You haven't seen your aunt, yet,' she muttered.

Aunt Laura turned up five minutes later and parked her Mini Countryman next to my Audi. As luck would have it she was also wearing a mid-length black cocktail dress, albeit a woollen one, and I saw mum's mouth tighten as she watched her sister get out of the car.

Aunt Laura's dress fitted exquisitely, highlighting the slender perfection of her body. Her raven-black hair shone with health and framed a face that was sparingly made-up. She too was wearing black stockings and heels and her nail varnish could have come out of the same pot as my mother's.

'Oops,' she said, coming through the doorway. 'They'll think we're twins in the restaurant.' I was mildly pissed off with my aunt for outshining my mother, but in retrospect it was always going to happen; she's just a stunning lady.

I got another G&T down my mum and Aunt Laura had one and then the taxi arrived and we bundled in, me in the front passenger seat. Strangely enough I didn't feel in the least nervous. In fact I was looking forward to a meal in the company of two such glorious examples of mature female sophistication, especially as I would be fucking both of them before the night was out.

The restaurant was an old favourite of my mum's and it didn't disappoint that Saturday night. The food was superb, the wines a perfect complement and the service fast and efficient. We drank an aperitif and a bottle and a half of wine with the meal and we had brandies with our coffee and as a result we became very relaxed and quite loud; a number of other tables looked over at us with faint disapproval, or envy, most likely. The table was candlelit and I couldn't take my eyes of my mother and her sister. They just shone that evening.

Eventually we finished up and paid the bill and took a taxi back to mum's house where we stood in the lounge, faintly embarrassed, looking at each other. It could all have fizzled out at that point but my mother, bless her, was equal to the situation.

'Come here, Laura,' she said. 'Let's show my son what a proper sister-on-sister kiss looks like.'

They came together and my prick stiffened as my mum took her sister's face in her hands and brushed her lips over hers. Aunt Laura held mums hips and pressed herself against her sister's body, her eyes closed, her mouth partly open. Before their mouths came fully together I saw my mother's tongue snake into my aunt's mouth and I gasped at the spectacle.

They kissed for long moments, heads turning and weaving, lips mashed against lips, mum stroking her sister's hair, Aunt Laura cupping her sister's buttocks and pressing them to her crotch. I had never seen anything like it - well maybe in a porn movie. I stroked absently at my erection and wondered if I should go up behind mum or my aunt and join in.

My mother took the decision out of my hands. Half turning, she held an arm out to me and the three of us went into a sort of triangular huddle, taking it in turns to kiss each other.

'Let's go upstairs,' said mum, after a minute or two. So the three of us went up into mum's bedroom and mum drew the curtains and switched on a low-wattage lamp giving the room an intimate and cosy feel. Then she turned to my aunt and me.

'Laura, darling, would you like to sit on the bed and watch your naughty nephew undress his mummy?' And then I realised that we weren't just going to have a threesome, we were going to have an incest-fuelled sexual romp with no physical or moral holds barred and my mother was going to take the role of master of ceremonies. I was surprised, I would have expected her to approach the thing with more circumspection. Much later I found out that she was way ahead of me; my mother and her sister had agreed this strategy beforehand.

My aunt sat herself down and I went over to mum and kissed her in the same intense manner that she had kissed her sister, downstairs. I pressed my open mouth to hers and she slid her tongue into me as I grasped her buttocks and pressed my erection into her crotch. Breaking the kiss, I pulled down the zip of her cocktail dress and slid it off her shoulders and arms and over her hips, letting it fall rustling over her stockings to puddle on the floor. She stepped out of it, looking at me with half-closed eyes, her red lips parted. It was clear that my mother was intensely aroused by the situation.

Unclipping her bra I took that off, exposing her full breasts. I kissed her again then spent some time massaging and squeezing her tits, aware of Aunt Laura looking intently from her place on the bed. I gently tweaked my mother's big teats and sucked them into my mouth and she moaned softly and held my head to her chest.

Then I was kneeling, pulling her black, lacy panties down over her stockings, supporting her as she stepped out of them before burying my face in her bush and inhaling deeply. But mum gently disengaged me before I could go any further and sat down in the upholstered chair, the same one she had sat in the first time I'd licked her cunt.

'Now, Oliver, why don't you go and undress your naughty aunt?' The blood rose to my face and roared in my ears and I breathed deeply to relax myself, my cock an uncomfortable pole in my trousers. Aunt Laura stood and came to me and I took her in my arms and we kissed, as we had done at her house, and outside the pub. But this time it was in front of my mother and it would lead to other things.

I pressed my aunt's slender frame to me, feeling her small, hard breasts against my chest, my hands cupping her buttocks, firm and rounded. My mouth was on her mouth, her tongue exploring me expertly, mum's eyes on us from the chair as she sat quietly, one hand at her loins, gently stroking herself.

I broke the kiss, gasping for air. Christ, if I wasn't careful I was going to come in my pants. I felt behind my aunt and unzipped her dress, helping her out of it so that she stood before me only in her underwear and heels. And mum had been right, she was stunning! Long, stockinged legs, shapely hips and a flat, toned stomach. Alright, in the harsh light of day I knew there would be tiny wrinkles in her upper arms and at the bottom of her buttocks, mum had them. But in this dim light they were barely discernible and I was aware only of her honey-toned skin and her intensely feminine presence. It seemed almost inconceivable that she would be sixty next year.

'Would you like to take off your auntie's bra?' she asked, seductively, joining in mum's game.

I unclipped her bra and she slipped it off, revealing small, pert breasts with surprisingly big, raspberry-coloured nipples. 'Do you like them?' she asked, softly, cupping and stroking them. Then she reached for my hand and placed it on her left breast and my knees went a bit weak as I felt her warm flesh and touched her stiff teat with a fingertip.

'Now auntie's panties,' she whispered and I knelt and pulled her knickers down over her thighs and stockings, revealing a thick, jet-black bush and big, pink labia. She stepped out of her panties with a hand on my shoulder and then I stood up and looked at my mother for guidance. We were both now in her thrall and would do whatever she told us to do.

'Get on the bed, Laura,' mum told her, 'and wait for Oliver. You'd better undress now, darling,' she said to me, so I undressed quickly, trying not to make it look like a striptease. 'Get on the bed with your aunt,' mum ordered, getting up from her chair. I got onto the bed and mum came and sat on the edge.

'Would you like your naughty nephew to lick his auntie's cunt?' she said softly to her sister.

'Mmm, yes please.' My aunt opened her legs and drew her knees up to expose herself to me and I knelt between her legs and lowered my face to her black bush, inhaling her scent, thick and musky, my hands on her soft inner thighs, feeling her lacy suspender straps.

I pressed my lips to her labia, feeling the loose folds of skin against mine, feeling the wetness of her secretions. My aunt moaned as my tongue began to explore her pussy, dipping into her vagina, flicking over her perineum, seeking her clitoris, a small, hard bud in a little cloak of skin. Her pubic hair was soft and silky against my face, her juices were sweet and strong, like her sister's.

'Does that feel good, Laura?' mum asked from the edge of the bed.

'Mmm,' she replied. 'You've taught him well.'

My mother laughed softly. 'He didn't need any teaching.'

I pressed my face harder to Aunt Laura's cunt and she grunted and arched her back as I concentrated on her clitoris.

'Stop, Oliver,' said mum suddenly. 'And lie on your back. I want to see my big sister ride her nephew!'

I rolled over and Aunt Laura got up and swung one long, stockinged leg over so that she was kneeling over me, straddling my loins. Looking me in the eye, she reached between her legs and grasped the shaft of my cock.

'Ooh, that's a lovely big, thick one,' she whispered, rubbing the head up and down her slit and making me shiver with anticipation. Still looking at me with her lovely hazel eyes, she gripped me harder and pressed my cockhead to her slit. I felt her labia part as she slowly lowered herself onto me. I watched the head disappear and felt the heat and the silky-smooth wetness of her vagina as she took me inside her, slowly, slowly.

I groaned and thrust up with my hips and then I was inside my aunt, all the way, all seven and a bit inches of thick, veined cock. My aunt leaned back and supported herself with her hands on my thighs, her head back, her eyes closed, her lips parted, her breasts standing out from her chest, nipples upturned. 'Oh God,' she breathed.

'Does that feel good, big sister?' mum asked, leaning over and stroking my chest with her fingers, running her painted nails through the hair on my pectorals.

'Oh God,' said my aunt again, 'it feels like heaven.' She started a gentle backwards and forwards motion, her pubic mound mashed against mine. Mum leaned over and I watched as she took one of her sister's nipples in her mouth and started to suckle the big teat, licking and biting down gently so that my aunt gasped and bucked her hips harder.

After a couple of minutes of this insanely erotic play, mum guided her sister to lean forwards, supporting herself with her hands on my shoulders. In this position my aunt's clitoris was squashed against my pubic bone. The effect was electric: Aunt Laura started thrusting her hips harder and faster, panting and gasping.

'Yes, Laura, darling,' urged my mother, her hands on her sister's shoulder. 'Ride him until you come!'

My aunt rode me faster, her small tits jiggling up and down, her black hair flying around her face as she gasped and grunted to a climax. As it started to build she bucked even faster and harder, her nails digging into my flesh, and then it was on her and she was throwing her head back and emitting an animal cry as her orgasm throbbed through her. Then it was dying and she was slowing down and collapsing over me. I held her tightly and she kissed my cheek and whispered in my ear, 'Oh God, Oliver.'

Mum helped her sister to climb off me and roll limply onto her back. 'What would you like mummy to do now?' she asked me.'

'Suck my cock, Mum,' I whispered. 'Suck all your big sister's juices off it.'

'Mmm, what a lovely idea.' She leaned over me and took my cock in her hand, her red-tipped fingers curling round the slippery, veined shaft. Then she lowered her head and took me in her mouth, stretching her rouged lips around my bulbous glans and sliding them down my shaft on a film of her own saliva and Aunt Laura's cunt juices.

My mother's blowjobs were fabulous things; she knew just how to excite and stimulate me and keep me at the edge of an orgasm for long minutes while she sucked and licked my cock, her tongue probing my urethra, her lips masturbating me, her hand gripping my rigid shaft tightly. And while my mother expertly fellated me, her sister watched from beside us, her eyes on mum's mouth and my cock.

'I'm getting close, mum,' I gasped, eventually. Mum stopped and took my cock out of her mouth. 'Do you want to finish him off, Laura? Do you want Oliver to come in your mouth?'

Aunt Laura roused herself from the bed. 'Yes please.' She took mum's place, her hand on my shaft, and took me inside her and I felt, for the first time, the warm wetness of my aunt's mouth around my erect penis. My aunt's technique was less subtle than my mother's. She sucked hard and swirled her tongue around my glans, then she sank her mouth down my shaft taking almost all of me inside her until I was sure she would gag. I saw the surprise in mum's face too. This was like a blowjob in a porn movie and it felt fantastic. I lay back on the pillows watching my aunt's head bob up and down, her long hair flicking against the skin of my loins, the glorious wet, hot feeling on my dick making me writhe with pleasure.

All too soon I felt the tingling in my balls that heralded an impending climax. I lay still as it grew and swelled and turned white hot.

'I'm coming, Auntie Laura,' I gasped. She sucked harder and my orgasm burst and I ejaculated into my aunt's mouth in six or seven big spurts of hot semen. My aunt rode me all the way, gagging a bit as my spunk hit the back of her throat, swallowing my ejaculation and licking me clean as I relaxed back onto the bed in a state of grace.

I watched, as if in slow-motion, as my aunt knelt up and my mum put her arm around her and they kissed and I could see mum's tongue going into her sister's mouth, searching for her son's spunk. I saw a string of the silvery liquid escape and stick itself to mum's chin and I watched as her sister licked it up and kissed mum again. It felt like I was in a pornographic film, but one far more realistic and exotic than anything I'd ever seen. This really was my mother and my aunt!

'Was that good, Oliver,' asked mum, breaking the kiss with her sister, her lips glossy with my come.

I smiled weakly. 'You could say that.'

'Well you just lie there and recover because in a little while your dirty mummy's going to want your big, fat cock inside her lovely wet pussy. And maybe your naughty auntie will want it again too. So you just relax and watch us.

So I watched as my Aunt Laura went down on my mother. Watched as mum spread her legs and raised her knees, as her sister had done, exposing her cunt and her anus to her sister. Watched as my aunt tongued her sister and sucked her labia into her mouth and even pushed the tip of her tongue into mum's pucker. It was obvious that they were seasoned lovers, that they knew just how to excite their partners, how to turn them into a shivering blob of jelly as an orgasm seared through their body.

After about ten minutes, they swapped over and it was mum's turn to lick her sister's pussy, to suck her clitoris into her mouth, to slide her red-tipped fingers into her sopping cunt hole. Aunt Laura groaned and clutched the duvet as mum fastened onto her clit and slid three fingers into her sister. My aunt arched her back and started gasping loudly and mum took her fingers out of her sister's cunt and slid her longest finger into my aunt's anus, and my cock started to swell and stiffen and Aunt Laura screamed and thrashed about as her second orgasm engulfed her in an ocean of pleasure.

By the time mum had extracted her middle finger from her sister's arse and knelt up, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, I was glass-hard again, knowing that I would last much longer the second time. Though what the second time was going to be, I didn't know. My mother soon enlightened me.

'Get the KY jelly, Oliver, I want you to fuck my arse while your auntie licks me out.'

Talking about it afterwards, mum admitted that she'd deliberately tried to shock her sister; it was normally the other way round. But my Aunt Laura had never had anal intercourse so she reacted with surprise.

'Do you do anal?' she asked.

'You'd better believe it, sis.'

'What's it like? Does it hurt? Oliver's not small!'

'It feels wonderful, Laura and I masturbate while he's buggering me and I have the most intense orgasms, but what I dream about is your tongue on me while he's doing it.' As she said this, my mother straddled her sister's face and bent over, clutching the headboard and presenting her rear end to me.

I saw my auntie's hands on my mother's hips as she prepared to lick her sister's cunt. But her hands slid right round to mum's buttocks and pulled apart her bum cheeks, exposing her anus to me. How thoughtful!

Mum lowered her hips until her cunt was on her sister's face and Aunt Laura started licking her sopping pussy, making mum grunt with satisfaction. I squeezed out some lube and pressed it into mum's pucker and she made a deep, 'Mmm' noise. I used a bit more, then spread a bit on my shaft and, straddling my Aunt Laura, I nudged up to mum's buttocks and pressed my cockhead to her sphincter.

'Mmm, yes, Oliver. Push that big cock into mummy's arse.'

I went slowly but firmly, keeping a constant traction until her sphincter suddenly opened and she groaned in pain and pleasure as the big head of my cock penetrated her and sank into her velvet rectum. She felt wonderful, she always did. A soft, warm, lubricated grip, her muscle ring tight around my shaft so that as I started a gentle in and out motion it rode up and down, gripping me exquisitely.

Underneath my mother, my aunt's face was buried in her sister's pussy, licking with great long strokes that started on mum's perineum and ended on her clitoris. A few times I even felt my aunt's tongue flick against the shaft of my cock as it slid in and out of my mother's anus. The scenario was breathtakingly erotic but I took it slowly, going very deep inside my mum and coming out to my glans, feeling the suction and hearing the faint squidgy noise of lubricated flesh.

Mum gripped the headboard and groaned deeply, rubbing her cunt gently against her sister's face. 'Do my clit, Laura,' she gasped out and I saw my aunt's fingernails dig into the skin of mum's buttocks and mum went rigid as her sister sucked the little nub into her mouth and tickled it with the tip of her tongue. I pushed my cock deep into her arse and my mother started to come, her moaning turning to squeals.

'Oh, fuck, yes,' she whispered as her orgasm swelled and spread from her loins to her brain in a white-hot wave of pleasure and I felt her sphincter spasm and grip me tightly and I slowed right down and she stopped rubbing her cunt into her sister's face as the pleasure waves subsided. Eventually mum went limp, supporting herself on the headboard, and I eased my still rigid cock out of her rectum, going very slowly to allow her to readjust to my withdrawal.

My mother climbed effortfully off her sister's face and slumped down beside her on the bed. I remained upright, still straddling my aunt's torso, my cock standing up straight, glistening in the dim light with the warm lubrication of my mother's anus. My aunt, her face smeared with her sister's juices, was staring at it.

'Doesn't it ever go down, Oliver?' she smiled at me.

'He hasn't come yet,' mum interjected. 'Mummy came a bit suddenly and messed up the timings.'

I looked at my mum and she looked at her sister and my aunt looked at my cock with its veined shaft and big, purple head.

'Can I try it?' Aunt Laura said after a pause.

'Try what,' my mother and I said at the same time.

'Sitting on your face while Oliver does it in my bum,' said my aunt, blushing.

'Are you sure?' asked mum. 'He's quite big for a first time.'

'I want to try it,' said my aunt, with a trace of defiance, and I realised that she didn't like the idea of her sister doing something that she wouldn't or couldn't.

'Ok,' said mum, getting up and reaching for the KY jelly. 'Shall I lubricate you, Laura?'

Aunt Laura got up and turned over onto her hands and knees and I was treated to the mind-blowingly erotic sight of my mother pushing gobs of the sticky jelly into her sister's dark, hair-fringed pucker with a long, red-tipped finger. My cock was like glass as I watched fascinated as mum's red fingernail disappeared inside her sister's anus.

'That should do,' she announced after she'd pushed two fingers gently in and my aunt had just groaned softly, feeling no pain. 'Now sit on my face,' she ordered and her sister complied, lowering her cunt until it was pressed against mum's mouth, labia to lips, like an exotic kiss. Mum slid her tongue between her sister's cunt lips and I heard faint slurping noises as she began to feast on her sister's sopping pussy.

I straddled mum and shuffled up, grasping my cock, until I was nudging the head between my aunt's bum cheeks, which my mother was holding apart, as her sister had done for her. 'Go gently, Oliver,' whispered my aunt and shivered as I pressed my glans to her pucker, glistening with lubrication.

I wrapped an arm around my aunt's naked waist and held her to me as I began to push, feeling the resistance of her sphincter. I pushed harder and she groaned.

'Am I hurting you?' I asked.

'No,' she replied, tightly, and I pushed a bit harder. I felt a bit of a brute; my aunt would be sixty next year and here I was trying to push my seven and something inches cock into her virgin arse. But then she had asked for it. I pushed harder and she squealed and I stopped.

'It's ok, don't stop,' she said breathlessly and I realised she was determined to have me inside her. So I pushed a bit harder and Aunt Laura's arsehole started to open up and she took a deep breath as the big head of my cock stretched her muscle ring and I took her anal cherry, feeling myself slide in deeper, feeling her ring close around my shaft. I stopped to let her physiology adjust then went deeper, giving her four, five, six inches. Then I was in, all the way.

'How does that feel, Aunt Laura?' I asked.

'Bloody huge,' she gasped. 'Go slowly, to start with.'

So as my mother licked and sucked her sister's cunt, I began to sodomise her, slowly and gently, with ever lengthening strokes, until I was fucking her properly. Coming almost right out and sliding back into her velvet depths. It felt just like my mother's arse: warm and soft and gently gripping me in a forbidden embrace.

I squeezed her to me harder with my arm, cupping one of her breasts with my hand, tweaking her nipple as I thrust into her.

'Yes,' she gasped, 'that feels lovely. Keep going till you come.'

I thrust harder and mum clamped her hands on her sister's hips, sucking noisily at her clitoris and making my aunt shake with pleasure. I felt the tingling in my balls and it was my turn to moan as the bubble of heat swelled up my cock and swept through my nervous system and I was suddenly thrusting hard into my aunt's anus and spunk was jetting out of my cock and into the depths of her rectum.

My aunt started coming as my orgasm peaked and began to fade. She pressed her cunt hard to her sister's face and growled with satisfaction as mum's tongue worked on her pearl, making her writhe with pleasure, her head back, her long, black hair bouncing around her shoulders.

Then it was over and I was withdrawing from her and she was getting off my mother's face, a bead of spunk at her anus, and we ended up in a tangle of arms and legs, gasping for breath, overwhelmed by the feelings and emotions of the past hour.

Epilogue

That Saturday evening was the start of five of the most breathtakingly exciting years of my life. I had full access to my mother and to my aunt and to both of them at weekends. I tended to spend more time with my mother than my aunt because I sensed she was the more vulnerable of the two; also the incest kick was greater with my mum than it was with Aunt Laura. But my aunt's body really was outstanding, particularly for a lady of her age (she was sixty-five the last time I fucked her).

So I usually spent one or maybe two nights during the week at my aunt's house, in her bed. She was an extremely inventive and exciting lover, although she wasn't actually that keen on anal penetration. Though she did enjoy my finger in her arse and she sometimes slid one or even two of hers into me as she sucked me to an orgasm.

The rest of the time I slept with my mother and it was fantastic! She could bring me to a climax like nobody else I had ever slept with and she could extract maybe three orgasms a night out of me, if the mood was on her. There were times when I arrived at work looking like I hadn't slept at all and my colleagues would make ribald comments. If only they'd known.

Eventually I started dating a female colleague a few years younger than me and when we started sleeping together mum pulled the plug on our three-way incestuous relationship. I was reluctant to end it but it was the right thing to do.

A few months later mum started seeing a man of her own age and shortly after that, Aunt Laura hooked up with a lady friend, much to everybody's surprise. I love my wife, as she is now, but I can't deny that I don't yearn for the feel of my mother's body, the feel of my cock in her vagina or her mouth or her anus, don't yearn for the sight of my mother and her sister writhing together in naked ecstasy. But after all, I still have all the memories.

The End