RUSSELL'S SINFUL CHRISTMAS

December, The Taylor Residence, North Wilmington, Delaware.

Russell Taylor looked out of his bedroom window at the street crammed with parked cars. It was the week before Christmas and Trolley Square was full of office workers heading for parties in the local bars and restaurants.

He watched a Lexus pull forward, carefully positioning itself for a reverse into the tight spot right outside Russell's house. It was getting dark and a few snowflakes were drifting down, but the 'Homewrecker' on Channel 6 said it was nothing to worry about. The road was narrow, standard for North Wilmington row-homes. Russell watched as the Lexus driver took a little bit too long to get himself lined up.

Just as his reversing lights came on, a tiny orange Fiat drove up the street and swung in behind it, right into the space, claiming the spot. A dark haired attractive woman dressed in a black suit got out, clicked the car locked, and without a backward glance headed onto the sidewalk. The Lexus sat there for a minute and Russell watched with interest, wondering what would happen. He heard the front door bang. His mom the Fiat owner was home. The Lexus eventually moved off in search of another spot.

Christmas had come around so fast. He looked south along the street to the 4-way. Six months ago, almost to the day, his father had been knocked down there and killed by a drunk driver. Russell moved away from the window and flung himself down on his bed. He looked around the room at his high school graduation photos, his awards, and his University of Delaware posters. The Fighting Blue Hens mascot stared down at him. Go Hens.

Then there were the pictures his Mom had put up. He had no say in the matter. Martin Luther was screwed into the wall. He was an old stalwart. Dr. Luther was so familiar, Russell did not even bother putting a towel over him when he was jacking off. A more recent addition, his deceased dad frowning at him in a dark suit was a different matter. Dad got the towel over him on those frequent occasions.

Russell had wept along with his mother at the funeral. He grieved. More than he expected. But his relationship with his father had not been easy, or particularly affectionate. Now he did not know what to feel.

As he grew up he had often sneaked along the passageway and listened right outside his parent's door, heard their bed creak and his mom's quiet cries of pleasure. She would be mortified to know he had ever heard her. And now they were alone together in the house. But he had outgrown his lust for his mom a long time ago. You grow up and you get over it. He had girlfriends, of course, more than his mom knew about. But no-one right now. No one since dad died, in fact.

So why did he keep old pictures of her in his scrapbooks? And yes, on occasion, flick through them with his hand in his pants. Possibly it was because she was still a beautiful woman. His mother looked Italian, but she was actually from Irish stock. In his favorite picture of her she looked like an actress or model on the beach in her black one piece swimsuit. Perhaps a little like Eva Longoria, slim, petite, desirable. She had the religious devotion of the Irish, too. The Northern Irish. Cold on the outside, a raging furnace on the inside.

Breakfast With Uncle Gilbert

It was three days to Christmas. Russell was out of school for the holidays, while his mom was using up vacation in her job as a secretary at DuPont. She'd lose it otherwise.

Russell and his mom were enjoying a moment of quiet at the breakfast table, his mother reading The Covenant, her church newsletter, while Russell was catching up with the sports news on his IPad when the front door burst open and Uncle Gilbert was there.

"Good Morning! Can't stay long. Everyone wants their cars fixed before the holidays. Is that coffee I smell?"

Uncle Gilbert worked at one of the big car dealerships on Route 52 and often dropped in on the way to work for a coffee. He had started this habit after Russell's dad died, just to make sure things were OK in the household. Both Russell and his mom appreciated the gesture, but it was becoming a little wearying after six months. "Good morning, Gilbert," said Hannah smiling at her brother-in-law. "Here it is," she said, waggling the coffee pot at him as he put down his bag and briefcase on the table.

"Thank you, Hannah. Excuse me, I just need to check something for an eight o'clock appointment. Make sure the parts are in."

Hannah poured him coffee and he opened up his IPad. Hannah was now flanked by two men in her family who had their faces glued to mobile media and were ignoring her. She did not think it was very polite.

"Please, both of you. Can't we take a moment to talk. Otherwise what is the point of breakfast together?"

Uncle Gilbert and Russell both lifted their eyes from their IPads and looked at one another.

"Of course, Hannah. We are being unsociable, aren't we Russell?"

Russell nodded. They both picked up their bags and IPads and books and put them over on the kitchen countertop in a big pile, leaving the table free of everything except coffee, toast, and muffins.

"Much better," smiled Hannah at both of them. "Now, how are you Gilbert, and how is Juliet getting on with her quilt?"

Ten minutes later, Uncle Gilbert had collected his things and was gone. Russell was getting ready to go out for a run. Hannah hated him running around the city. That was how her husband had died.

"Take your stuff upstairs before you go, please," she snapped at him as he put on his trainers.

She watched as he collected his stuff and walked up the stairs to his room. His trim athletic ass disappeared from her sight. He looked so like his father, more so with every day. Better looking, even. She felt an ache in her that was not entirely maternal. She missed her husband so much. She missed the nights most of all.

Russell knew she hated his running, knew why. But he was not prepared to be a prisoner in the house. He went up to his room and dumped his things on the bed. Then he left.

Hannah had a routine. Although it was her day off, the place still needed to be cleaned. Russell did it when she nagged him, but he never did it quite right. His heart was not in it. Hers was. She enjoyed cleaning. She started with Russell's room.

Hoover. Tidy. Wipe. Dust. Inspect. That was the best bit. She looked at the things he had left on the bed. She picked up his IPad, not for the first time. But it was always locked and she did not know his password. She flipped it open anyway and pressed the button.

Bingo.

It was fourteen minutes since Uncle Gilbert had left the house mistakenly with Russell's IPad instead of his own. Uncle Gilbert's IPad was now lying on Russell's bed. The auto-shutdown was set to fifteen minutes. His password was not needed. Hannah was right in to her brother-in-law's darkest secrets.

Eyes wide, she clicked on favorites and found herself in a website maze. She clicked on one and found herself looking at a video clip. Her eyes widened as she discovered what she assumed her son was watching for his entertainment. Good heavens.

An unattractive middle-aged man was sitting on a bench in a sauna. A good-looking younger man in his twenties was sitting on his lap. The older man's cock was rammed up to the hilt in the younger mans rectum. The older man was sitting still but the young guy was wriggling around and looked like he was enjoying himself. The older man's hand reached around, jerking the young guy's cock and as Hannah watched a spurt of semen flew out of his cock up onto his belly and chest. A moment later the older guy clenched his ass and lifted the young guy a couple of inches, groaning as he did so. Hannah surmised that he had come, too.

Hannah's mind was reeling. Was this what her son was doing in his spare time? She wondered was he the one on the top or the bottom, giving or taking? Or did they take turns? The thought appalled her. Her eyes drifted back down to the video clip, which she played again from the beginning.

Hannah had never seen anything like this. She knew this went on, of course. She knew what the mechanics were. But she had never actually seen it. She had always assumed she would find it disgusting. Which she did. But she found that it also had a terrible fascination. Her hand crept down and she touched herself up under her skirt. Her panties had a big wet patch. Almost unconsciously she cupped her vulva and started to rub and stroke through her clothes. She clicked on, searching for another clip.

She found one. The scene started with two young men, on a bed, fiddling with one another in the most disgusting way. At least to her mind. One of them took the others fat erect penis and put it in his mouth, sucking it with enthusiasm. The other fondled his pal's balls. Then a woman came into the room. An older woman, about Hannah's age. She seemed to take control. She grabbed both men's cocks and rubbed them together, one against another, faster and faster, until a sea of cum oozed out of them both dripping down over her hands and onto their balls. Then, and Hannah could hardly believe what she was seeing, the woman licked it all up.

Hannah wondered what sort of woman would do that. Shocked to her core, she clicked around on mail items marked Russell and read them with anguish. Then, just as she was about click on an icon which would have revealed the IPad's true owner to her, she heard a sound.

A crash from downstairs signaled the return of Russell. She held her breath but she heard him go into the kitchen and turn the faucet on. He was probably having a drink of water. She shut the iPad without switching it off and put it back in the exact position she had found it, then she scurried out of her son's room into the bathroom down the hall. She pulled down her panties and sat down on the toilet, lifting her dress up around her waist. Her hands found themselves between her legs again as those vivid images ran through her mind. Soon she shuddered and an orgasm rolled through her body like a freight train. She bit her lip to keep from moaning. Then she sat for a while recovering.

"Mom, where are you?" shouted Russell from the foot of the stairs.

"I'm in the bathroom," she shouted back.

As she tidied herself up she knew one thing. Her son was not going to be a homosexual if she could do anything about it. She sat there trying to figure out why he had gone that way. The next day she would go to church and pray for guidance.

She heard her son climb the stairs. Russell went to his room. He sat down on the bed; he couldn't shower until mom was done. Russell swung his legs up on the bed and picked up his IPad. It looked the same, but he knew every scuff and scratch of his own. It wasn't his. He realized Uncle Gilbert had taken his IPad in error.

"Oops," he said.

He hoped his uncle would bring his home pronto. He had stuff to do. Idly, he pressed the button. He sat back, expecting to be asked for a password which he did not know, only to be let right in, just as his mom had been.

Bingo.

Russell, who knew his way around the internet a lot better than his mother, was astounded. Gay porn websites outnumbered work stuff on the IPad by about three to one. Well, well, Uncle Gilbert had exotic tastes. But Russell dug deeper. Gay chatsites and gay dating websites were there aplenty. Russell found correspondence. Quite a lot of correspondence, confirming recent meeting dates at local gay bars and public parks. Uncle Gilbert was a cruiser.

Much to his annoyance, his uncle had used the name Russell in many of his communications.

So Uncle Gilbert was gay. Russell pondered this, without judging. He felt sorry for Aunt Juliet. But perhaps she knew. He sighed. He had always liked his uncle, who had never been anything but kind to him.

He heard his mother come out of the bathroom and go downstairs. Too upset to stay in the house with him, she put on her coat and headed out to her sister's house a block away.

Five minutes after she had left, just as Russell was heading for his shower, the doorbell rang. He went downstairs and opened the front door. A grey-faced Uncle Gilbert was there, smiling weakly.

"Russell. I left my IPad. I took yours by mistake."

Russell retrieved his Uncles IPad from his room, made sure it was switched off, and accepted his own back in return. He tried to appear normal as he handed it back, but he was not much of an actor.

"Here it is. I didn't realize it was yours until I couldn't get into it. My password didn't work," lied Russell. Uncle Gilbert had never seen a look like that on his nephew's face. He walked back to his car with a mountain of worry in his heart. Russell went upstairs, showered, dressed and went down to tidy up the kitchen.

Two streets away Hannah poured out her heart to her sister Juliet. Juliet was a little heavier than her sister and five years older. But both sisters were still able to turn heads.

"It's such a shock, Julie. I never suspected. Never! He seems so normal. And he's had girlfriends. What am I going to do?"

She collapsed in tears on her sister's shoulder.

"Are you sure, Hannah? People look at all sorts on the internet. It doesn't mean anything."

Hannah shook her head, her tears splashing on Juliet's bosom.

"He had correspondence with other men. In his own name. Well, his first name. He goes on dates with them in parks. For all I know that's where he went this morning. The emails are disgusting -- 'I can't wait to be inside your sweet ass again' -- that sort of thing. What am I going to do?"

"Perhaps we can cure him," pondered Juliet.

"You mean counseling? Psychiatric help?"

"No. They'd just tell him he's normal, and put us in counseling. We believe in the teachings of the Church, the word of Jesus and Our Lord. They don't. We have to try and save him ourselves."

"How do we do that?" asked Hannah.

"I don't know. But if we don't he might burn in hell forever."

The sisters stared at one another in dismay. Juliet was even more devout than Hannah. After a long discussion about Russell, Hannah felt strong enough to return home and act normal.

"Now remember, Hannah," said Juliet as she ushered her sister out the door, "Don't confront him yet. Try to figure out what's going on in his mind, how this has come about. Find out if he has lost all his interest in women. Try to stop him from meeting these men in parks."

Run In The Park.

Hannah managed to act normal that evening and they both watched cable TV for a couple of hours. Then she made her excuses and headed up to bed. She knew Russell was likely to go out running first thing and she wanted to be ready. Sure enough, she heard him getting ready at six thirty. She headed down to the kitchen and intercepted him.

"I'm off today, Russ. I can drive us somewhere more interesting and safer than around here. Less traffic. Why don't we go to Brandywine Park. I'll bring the bike and you can jog along next to me."

Russell didn't think much of this idea. He had his routine like most runners. But she was his mom and she looked enthusiastic. Why not? She'd be back to work in a week and he'd be back to school.

Brandywine Park runs along the banks of the Brandywine River through central Wilmington. Hannah unhitched her bike while Russell warmed up. He noticed something was not quite right with his mom, but had no idea what. He had to focus on his run.

"OK. Let's go," he said when he saw she was ready.

She followed along behind him. She watched his tight butt flex as he powered along the road, and the thought of another man all over him, pushing his revolting thing inside him made her shudder with despair and anger. She had to save him. Had to.

At first the run was fine. The park road wound upstream along the leafy banks, and their breath steamed in the December sunshine. The road was wet and Russell splashed through the puddles. Russell slowed a little as the grade increased. His mom, wobbling about, pulled ahead. He sped up to follow her.

Soon he was tiring, no longer able to keep up. He got clumsy. He put his foot down in a puddle that turned out to be a deep pothole and tripped. He put his arms out to break the fall and landed on sharp flinty stones at the edge of the hole. He gashed both his palms open.

Four hours later Hannah drove him home from St. Francis with both hands stitched and bandaged. She helped him into the house in silence, well aware that it was her fault. He had barely spoken to her in the hospital. She turned to look at him. He was still covered in mud and dirt.

"I'm sorry Russell. It was a bad idea. Let's get you cleaned up."

He was helpless with his hands bandaged. Once in the bathroom he held up his arms and she pulled his slick tee shirt off. She threw it on the floor and turned, unable to ignore his physique, admiring his pecs, his flat stomach and trim waist. She looked at his damp shorts and reached for them. Russell took a step back.

"Tell you what, let's use the bath," she said. "I have some bubble bath that will give you a little privacy down there. It's down there you are worried about isn't it?"

He nodded. She started to fill the bath and poured in some bubble mix. Then she helped him undress. She looked up at him as she pulled off his socks. She knelt before him almost in prayer, and a shiver ran through her as an idea came. Perhaps he would respond to her...

She went over to the laundry basket and pulled out a thin cotton shift she had taken off the day before. Russell watched his mother as she slipped out of her jogging pants and pulled off her top. She stood in her bra and panties with her back to him and unclipped her bra. Then she pulled the shift on over her head and turned around. She smiled at him.

"There. Now you can get me as wet as you want."

Russell was speechless. His mom never changed in front of him. She seemed so uninhibited today. Hannah walked over to the bath and tested the depth. Good enough.

"Come on get those shorts off and get in. Turn away from me if you're shy."

He turned away from her towards the bathtub and she pulled down his shorts from behind, then his briefs. She stared at his perfect butt as he stepped forward into the bath. As he did so she could not help but catch a glimpse of his sweet cock hanging down. She was thrilled. It was thick and seemed to be sticking out a little.

He sat down quickly, feeling the hot water roll over him and relief as the bubbles covered him up to his waist. Hannah sat on the side of the bath. She took the shower attachment and played it on her son's head, wetting his hair. She watched as the water ran off down his neck and chest.

"Keep your hands up. That's right. Away from the water."

She was in charge. She put some liquid soap on her hand and rubbed him down starting with his chest, shoulders, then back. Russell stared straight ahead concentrating on not getting a hard on. It was a battle he was losing.

His mother enjoyed touching him. She could see why men would find him attractive. She thought about broaching the subject of his gay problem, but decided against it. She made sure plenty of bath water ran down her arms as she scrubbed him, wetting her shift. It stuck to her and her breasts became visible as the thin cotton became translucent.

"Russell. Look at me."

He turned and saw his mother's breasts clearly defined through her wet shift, jiggling about as she scrubbed him.

"I'm going to wash your hair. Now close your eyes. Keep them tight shut while I finish washing you."

She finished his hair, rinsed it, and without thinking, she scooped bubbles away from the bathwater. Her son's more than half-hard cock staring up at her. She was fascinated, and encouraged. So the presence of a woman, even his mother, was having an effect.

"Keep your eyes closed. I'm not interested in what you have down there, Russell, and don't be ashamed if you have a natural reaction. That's perfectly normal for a man of your age."She picked up a flannel. She checked his eyes were tight shut and she scooped away more of the foamy bubbles. She could see his body clearly now. His cock was almost erect and standing up straight and proud, the glans and a couple of inches of his shaft were completely clear of the water.

She was delighted. So he didn't need another man to become aroused. In fact, he could even become aroused by his mother. She felt a longing herself, with his cock waving at her, beckoning to be cured. She squeezed her thighs together as a wetness crept out from her pussy downwards onto her legs. She felt down underwater and rubbed his thighs, felt right under and cleaned his ass and crotch with the flannel.

"Mom!" cried Russell, who was afraid he was going to cum in front of his mother and shame himself.

Shushing him, slowly she leaned over, felt down, and cleaned his balls ever so gently, then she washed his stiff cock with a slow cleaning motion, round and round. Up and down.

Russell could stifle it no longer; the trigger had been pulled. He moaned as a jet of cum shot up out of his cock. It landed mostly on his chest, but the second spurt hit his mother squarely in the face. She let go of him and watched in awe as his cock jerked around on its own, spraying semen everywhere. All over Russell. All over her. Eventually it died down.

"Keep your eyes closed, Russell. Don' be alarmed, I can't see much for the bubbles, but you had an emission didn't you? Let me just wash you off."

But first she fingered the cum on her face and neck. She could taste its salty goodness. Reluctantly she wiped it off with her shift. Then she scooped up some bath water and washed Russell's cum off his chest and belly where it had landed. Then more bubble mixture and swish around. Her son's shrinking cock disappeared beneath the bubbles again.

"You can open your eyes now. There. All done."

Russell opened one eye and saw his mother with a radiant expression on her face. Her body was wrapped in wet spermy cotton, her breasts, her thighs and little panties revealed to him. A boundary had been crossed. A fully grown man, he had cum in the bath in front of his mother. And for some reason she didn't seem to mind.

She stood up and held a big towel for him as he rose from the bath water. She wrapped it round him, and he stepped out of the bath. As she helped him dress, she could not help making a comment.

"Russell, all I want for you is to have a normal life. You understand that, don't you?"

"Yes, mom," he said, not having the faintest idea what she was talking about.

An hour later they were eating a meal and watching TV, while his mother talked about the arrangements for Christmas dinner with Uncle Gilbert and Aunt Julia. Russell was still in shock and trying to figure out what was going on.

Later that evening he went upstairs and saw his IPad lying on his bed. He remembered his mother had tidied his room the morning his uncle had left his IPad. Aha. Of course she had picked it up. Uncle Gilbert's nom-de-plume was Russell. His mother thought he had a secret gay life. Oh man.

His first thought was to go right downstairs and tell her the truth. But he didn't. He thought it through over the night; he hardly slept. If he told the truth to his mother, he would Out his uncle. He might ruin the man's life, and his aunt's too. Their family would be destroyed. He didn't want that. Shit.

He was trapped.

Christmas Dinner -- Search For The Cure

It was Christmas Day and Hannah was getting ready for the meal. In their family they went to church for the morning service and ate together in the evening. It was always a formal dinner, which could be anything but turkey. This year it was a beef roast. Juliet had come over to help Hannah with the preparations and Russell was out somewhere. Uncle Gilbert stayed home. Hannah didn't need much help, but the sisters wanted to talk.

"I had to help wash him after his stiches were put in."

Hannah's eyes were round and big as she relived the bathtime. She had thought about nothing else since.

"He. He got excited. You know. When I washed him."

Juliet gasped. "That's very good! Did you talk about him being a sinful homo?"

"Not directly, no."

"Well, I think you should. Now some progress has been made. I prayed for him this morning. Prayed for you, too."

Hannah drew her sister to her in a hug.

"Thank you. I don't know what I'd do without you since Robert died. I don't want to lose my son as well."

"Hannah, it's our Christmas Dinner tonight. Let's try to push him. Gilly will probably fall asleep by ten watching the NBA. Perhaps some wine will help us all relax. Then we can both talk to him."

By seven that evening Russell, his mother, his aunt, and Uncle Gilbert were gathered round the table. This particular Christmas dinner was a duty not a pleasure. The chair at end of the table where his father had sat every previous year was empty.

They ate their roast beef in silence at first. Russell had his cut up for him, and they all sipped their wine. Hannah had put bottles on the table and Uncle Gilbert was very efficient at ensuring everyone's glass stayed full, not least his own. Ordinarily Hannah had a strict limit, but this Christmas was different. A little more than usual wouldn't hurt. They all had their reasons for wanting escape.

The wine loosened their tongues and soon the conversation got going, veering from the Philadelphia Eagles, to the new pastor at Juliet and Hannah's church (they didn't like him), to eventually, surprise-surprise, homosexuality. They had finished their food by now and were just talking. After the end of a long, some would say homophobic, diatribe, Juliet made a declaration.

"It's just not natural, apart from dooming their own poor souls to an eternity in hell."

"It's natural for some people, Auntie," said Russell.

Hannah and Juliet looked at one another. Uncle Gilbert looked uncertainly at Russell, wondering what his nephew knew. Afraid of what he might say. There was silence around the table.

"I'm going to catch the game," said Uncle Gilbert, getting up and nearly taking the table cloth with him. He lurched off into the living room. Hannah and Juliet stood up and cleared away the dishes, clanking them about and losing a spoon or two onto the floor.

"Oops," said Juliet, bending down to pick it up and grabbing hold of her nephew's leg to steady herself. She wanted to save him. How she wanted to save him. Just a touch of him and the heat of the wine seemed to find a home in her panties.

Hannah and Juliet put the dishes in the dishwasher and came back to the living room. Russell was sitting watching the NBA game, while Uncle Gilbert had passed out next to him.

"Can you help me get him upstairs, Russell?" said Juliet.

"Sure,"said Russell. They staggered up the stairs with him and put him in the spare room.

"He'll be out all night," said his aunt with the certainty of a wife who had seen it all before.

They returned downstairs to join Hannah on the sofa. Russell sat next to his mom, and his aunt sat on the other side of him. Hannah had already turned the TV off and the only lights were from the christmas tree.

"Russell, we want to talk to you," said Juliet. "We're worried about you. We think you may be a homosexual, which would lead to your eternal damnation. Is that true?"

"No-one knows who is damned and who is not, Aunt Julie," said Russell.

"I meant about being a homo."

Russell did not answer. He was struggling with his conscience. He could sense a powerful sexual tension in the two women. They were breathing fast and shallow as they watched him. His conscience lost.

"What if I was?" he answered eventually.

His Aunt Juliet moved closer to him, rubbing his arm. He could smell the wine on her breath.

"Russell, we want to rid you of this disease. We have to cure you."

Very slowly Juliet's hand crept down to his zipper. Very slowly she pulled it down. Hannah watched her sister in shock. There was no going back now.

Juliet fished around in Russell's pants. She located his cock in his boxers and ever so slowly pulled it out. Juliet and Hannah hardly dared breathe. Both the women were afraid he would call a halt, run out to meet one of his gay friends and never come back.

Or equally likely an asteroid could have hit Wilmington at that very moment.

Russell sat rooted to the sofa. Juliet held his cock in her hand. Hannah and Juliet were both fascinated by his cock. Neither woman had had sex in a long time. Hannah since Russell's father died, and Juliet...well she wasn't sure what Gilbert did to her even counted as sex....

"Russell, we want to show you what it can be like with a woman. Now, if you become uncomfortable tap me on the shoulder," said Juliet.

Hannah watched. They had never discussed doing this. Juliet started to play with his cock. Hannah soon felt wetness in her panties. Her sister dipped down and took the head of Russell's cock in her mouth. Juliet just held it there for a moment, and then started to bob up and down.

Hannah looked at her son's face. She could not read his thoughts. But shouldn't that be her mouth on her own sons cock? She leant forward and dropped down on her knees next to her sister.

"May I?"

Juliet nodded and released his cock. It was now quite hard.His mother took his cock into her mouth like a precious offering. The feel of it brought back so many memories and all of them good; she remembered all the tricks Russell's father liked and she got going.

Aunt Julia leaned in and fondled her nephew's balls, ever so gently. Russell sat back on the sofa, unmoving. No moans of pleasure. His aunt took time out from ball-fondling to gently pull his pants all the way down while his mom was still sucking his cock.

Russell was in a dream world. He could not believe what his mom and aunt were doing to him. All because they thought he was gay. Hannah closed her eyes as she sucked away, in her mind Russell and her late husband all melded into one. She felt no guilt. Was she not saving him from his sin?

Aunt Juliet was losing her self control. Her animal instincts were taking over, in her mind what they were doing was Gods Work plus she had not seen a young man's cock for years, except on the internet. This was a heaven sent opportunity . "I have an idea," she said softly to Hannah who was still sucking her son's cock, which was now rock hard. Hannah signaled with her hand that she was listening.

"He likes guys. Maybe we can wean him off guys by giving him what he's used to. Ass. After all, they're all the same right? Guy's ass, girl's ass?"

She didn't mention that on the infrequent occasions Gilbert showed an interest in her, that was all he was interested in. Over the years she had gotten used to it. Quite liked it.

"Honey, my turn," said Juliet.

Hannah drew back, drooling saliva mixed with precum all over her son's erect cock as she did so. She was torn. She wanted her sons cock in her mouth, but she also wanted to watch her sister. The pictures she had seen on the internet were tattooed on her brain. She was on fire to see it in real life.

"Perfect," whispered Juliet, gazing at her nephew's cock, now all slick and dripping. She pulled off her top and undid her bra, which she flung away. Then she hitched up her black woolen skirt above her waist, dropped her panties, and straddled Russell in a kneeling position on the sofa. It was a bit precarious, and she steadied herself with her hands on Russell's shoulders.

"Can you help, Hannah? Put his thing in me."

Hannah reached over and grasped her son's thick cock and carefully lined it up. It pressed against Juliet's pussy and slid in an inch. Juliet lifted her ass a couple of inches, shaking her head.

"The other one..."

As Juliet settled down on Russell's cock his mother guided his prick into his aunt's ass. It went in quite easily and Juliet shuddered as she reached down and fingered her own pussy. She sat all the way down and Hannah watched in awe as her son's cock disappeared up into her sister. Once it was all the way up inside her she ground her ass about, while Russell stayed still. He didn't know what to do. This was his first experience of anal sex. He immediately liked it. His cock felt restricted inside his aunt's ass, but pleasurably so.

Juliet wriggled about some more and rubbed herself faster. Then, all of a sudden she let out a moan as she came. She felt herself lose control and Russell was rewarded with a spray of warm pee on his lap. Hannah watched, feeling excited, tense, and almost ready to come herself.

Juliet cooled off for a while, her nephew's stiff cock still inside her, delighting in the feel of it deep in her bowels. She wanted to finish him, she could so easily squeeze him and make his cum squirt into her. How she would have liked that. But she could see Hannah watching, pleading with her eyes. Russell was her son. She deserved the right to finish curing him of this terrible affliction.

Juliet eased herself off Russell's cock gently, and it emerged with a faint plop, waving about as Russell sat back with his eyes half closed, wondering what would come next.

Juliet moved away to sit next to Russell on the sofa, her only stitch of clothing now her skirt bundled up around her waist. Hannah moved in. She had a paper napkin from the table and tenderly wiped Russell's cock. Hannah knelt on the carpet in front of her son.

"Russell, look at me."

Russell opened his eyes and saw his mom just the other side of his erect cock, her hands gripping his knees.

"Now, your aunt just showed you what you can have with a woman if you want. I'm not saying God smiles upon it, but it's much less of a sin with a woman than with another man. But what God really wants, Russell, is the natural union of a man with a woman."

Juliet stroked his arm in support. Hannah continued.

"God wants you to have children and so do I. Russell, my sweet son, I'm going to show you, what it is that's special about a woman. Are you with me so far?"

Russell nodded.

"Now, I know your hands still are sore and all bandaged up. So you let me do the work, OK? And don't close your eyes so much."

Hannah leaned forward and took Russell's cock in her mouth once more. This time she took the whole thing right down her throat. Her late husband had loved this. Russell watched in awe. Juliet watched from the sides. Hannah was out of practice and pulled back as she started to gag a little. She came up for air and released a mouthful of saliva onto Russell's cock. It was time.

She stood up, displaying herself in front of him. She had taken her top off, but not her bra. Now she unhooked it and dropped it. Her sopping panties were already on the floor. She unhitched her skirt and it dropped down. She left her high heels on. She turned around for him. He thought she looked gorgeous, slim, darn near perfect figure and he could see her crotch glistening with her wetness.

"Now, I'm going to sit on your lap facing front. I'm going to do that so you can feel my breasts - if you can with those bandages. Men don't have breasts, so that's something else we women have going for us."

She turned around and backed over his lap, kneeling on either side of him, steadying herself with her hands on the back of the sofa. It was awkward to get into position.

"Let me help," said Juliet, leaning over and steadying her sister with one hand while grasping her nephews cock with the other. She liked touching it.

"Thank you," said Hannah as she could feel her sister positioning her sons cock at her pussy entrance.

She slowly sat down as his ample cock slid into her loamy cunt. A moan escaped her lips as she felt the first man inside her since her husband had been snatched away. Any guilt she felt about what she was doing was gone as she squeezed her pussy muscles to give her son the best experience she could. Then he was entirely inside her and she was sitting safe and sound on his lap. Juliet pulled away and watched with her hand between her legs.

Russell could feel his mom all the way up inside, feel her moving against him. He leaned forward a little and rubbed his face against her back. She was hot and he could taste the salty drops of her perspiration. He reached around and felt her breasts. Even through his bandages they felt great. He felt the urge, and started to thrust. She groaned as she felt him move deep into her.

"That's it. You've got it, honey. Keep going."

She helped, pressing herself rhythmically against him and she felt him inside her with every movement.

Juliet realized Hannah had no free hands, so she reached over and started rubbing her sister's pussy to assist her reach her peak. Russell had been holding himself back now for a while. But it was time to let go.

"Don't spill your seed in me. Tell me when you are going to come," said Hannah breathlessly as she bounced up and down on her son's cock.

Russell could feel it building. Juliet was right there in front of Hannah, watching, touching, almost as excited as if she was being fucked herself. She could see her nephew screw up his face, and they both heard him moan and lift his mom right up for one long second.

"I think he's coming," said Juliet.

"Pull his cock out for me," whispered Hannah.

Juliet did so, just in time as Russell blew a massive spurt of cum right up between his mom's breasts. She looked down as it sprayed her belly in white rivulets. But now Hannah realized she wanted it inside her after all. His cock was still spurting, like a fountain. He had so much stored up.

"Oh, put it back in, please, quickly..."

Juliet took hold of his cock once more, and even as it was still gushing forth guided it back into her sister's pussy. She groaned and sat down on it, delighting as she felt his semen explode up inside her. A few more spasms and he was done. For the time being, at least. Juliet, who had two fingers up her own pussy, moaned as she looked at them. Her sister sitting on her nephew's lap with his cock right up inside her, both of them with expressions of ecstasy on their faces, and her sisters breast and belly soaked in her son's cum. Low and behold it was starting to seep out of her pussy as well. Lordy. She moaned herself as she came.

Then there was silence. Only the lights from the Christmas tree illuminated them, dimly. Hannah moved off Russell's lap to his side. Juliet delighted in the faint sound as her nephew's limp dick plopped out of her sister's cunt. Juliet reached over to a nearby chair and found a throw blanket. She put it on her sister and nephew then joined them on the sofa. She pulled the blanket over all three of them.

They sat watching the flashing Christmas lights in silence for a long time. It was warm and cozy under the throw. Also damp. In time, without saying anything, Juliet got up and walked over to the kitchen to make some hot spiced rum. Russell watched her naked body disappear into the kitchen.

"Russell," said his mom softly. "What do you think? Wasn't it better than being with a man?"

Russell considered his reply carefully.

"I think so, mom. It all seemed so strange. I'm not sure yet."

"Hmmph," said Hannah, disappointed. But she had to be patient. She was doing this for him. To save him.

"Mom. I know you believe I will go to hell if I'm gay. But aren't you worried you'll go to hell too, for what we just did?"

Hannah took her son's hand and squeezed it.

"My darling son, if I can cure you I would gladly take your place in hell. And if you go on to have children, those innocents will not be tarnished by anything that we do. That is my hope."

Aunt Juliet returned with hot spiced rum on a tray. She handed them each a cup, took one for herself and sat back down under the blanket next to Russell. They sat there three in a row silently, sipping their rum. The warmth of the liquor trickled through their bodies, invigorating them. The house was warm, and the blanket was not really necessary. Juliet pushed it down to their laps. Now Russell could see his mother's and his aunt's breasts on either side of him in the dim light. He started to get hard again.

"Russell is not sure yet," said Hannah after Juliet had pushed the blanket down.

"Of course he isn't," said Juliet, gently touching his hair as she turned to face him.

"We can't expect him to just change over like flipping a switch, Hannah. It's gonna take time. What is it that's troubling you the most, Russell-sweetie?"

Juliet finished her rum and put her cup down. She turned towards him, and her hand crept under the blanket looking for his cock. She found it, hard and thick, and grasped it, gently holding it. It reacted to her touch and became harder.

"Well, Aunt Julie, I think I'd like to check out something again, if that's OK. I'd like to do what you did to me with mom."

He turned to his mother. She could see his eyes wide as he pleaded with her.

"I've never done that before. I'm not sure," she said, uncertainly.

"It's easy, Hannah. I'll help you," said Juliet.

"But..."

Juliet shushed her with a finger to her lips. She reached down for some of the cushions that had ended up on the floor as a result of their previous activities. She knelt on the floor and piled them up on the sofa in the middle. Russell and his mom watched her. It certainly seemed like she knew what she was doing.

"Hannah, just lay on this pile of cushions on your belly," she said, patting the cushions.

Hannah abandoned herself to her sister's commands. She lay down on the pile of cushions, her beautiful ass sticking up in the air, her face buried in the sofa. Russell looked at the inviting sight of his mom's butt-cheeks. He got even harder. Juliet saw the look in his eye and shook her head. She darted off to the kitchen and returned with a plastic bottle of olive oil.

"Now Hannah, honey, just open your legs a little wider. Good, that's it. Come here, Russell."

Russell, who had been watching wide-eyed from the end of the sofa, approached. Juliet looked at his erect cock with admiration, but also concern.

"I think you're a bit big for a beginner like your mom," she said.

"No," said Hannah, her voice muffled from the sofa, "I want to."

She was nervous, but she wanted to try. If it would help Russell.

"Russell, come here," said Juliet.

Russell positioned himself behind his mom's ass. Juliet took hold of his cock and lovingly caressed it for a second. Then she anointed it with olive oil and gently guided it to Hannah's asshole. Hannah could not see what was going on, but trembled in excitement and nervous anticipation.

"OK. Just push, Russell. You know how. Hannah, try to relax."

Russell was mad with desire to plunge himself into his mom's ass. But he did not want to hurt her. Not even a little bit. Reading his mind, his aunt said.

"Russell, it always hurts a little. Go ahead."

He pushed and nothing happened. He couldn't get in. Not even close. Hannah could feel his lovely cock at her asshole, but it didn't seem like entry was possible. She was excited but she had tensed up. But her pussy was wet. So wet.

"Push harder, Russell," said Juliet, her mind afire with what they were doing.

Russell pushed and his cock went in a little. His mom moaned in pain.

"You need to push harder," whispered Juliet.

Russell pushed much harder and in it went. All the way. It was so tight, even with the olive oil. Hannah wanted to cry out but she didn't. He was making so much progress.

His mother's ass felt wonderful to Russell. Even better than his aunt's ass he had sampled earlier. Tighter. His mother buried her head in the sofa and wondered whether she was feeling pleasure or pain. It hurt, but there was something else. A deep feeling of forbidden pleasure, a delicious debauchery which she tried to deny. In her soul she knew she was damned for what she was doing, so why not enjoy it. She wanted her son to stay still, deep inside her bowels for a moment.

"Don't move, Russell," she cried softly. Juliet gripped his arm and whispered in his ear.

"She's getting used to it, but it will hurt her if you thrust into her. Be still."

"I'm sorry, Mom. Can I do it the other way again?"

"Oh yes, yes, my darling son..."

Slowly he pulled his cock out of his mother's ass, an act in which she found exquisite pleasure. He repositioned his oily dripping cock at the door of his mom's pussy and pushed. He paved an easy path into her and she suddenly felt one hundred per cent pleasure instead of pain. She groaned in ecstasy as the first orgasm rolled through her nervous system like a summer storm.

Now Russell could thrust without fear of hurting her, and thrust he did. He leaned forward over her back as he powered up inside her, balancing himself with his hands on the sofa and felt his chest and belly touch the skin of her back. He pushed her legs forward gently so that she was crouching against him like a little bitch. He thrust into her, harder and harder.

Juliet watched all this at close range, scarcely able to contain her own sexual excitement. She had to get involved.

"Treat for you, Russell," said his aunt as she watched him thrust into his mother again and again doggy-style, "I know it's what you're used to."

Juliet picked her moment and drove two oily fingers up Russell's ass, gently wiggling them as she did so. This was a new experience for Russell, but as his aunts fingers played a tattoo on his prostate he began to realize what, perhaps, he had been missing as a straight guy.

His cock was rearranging his mother's internal organs as his last deep thrust signaled the coming eruption, precipitated by his aunt's prostate massage.

"I'm coming, Mom," he said as he held her waist, pulling her towards him, impaling her on his cock as deeply as he could. Then he spat forth a cum river into her, so strong that it travelled up into her womb. She felt her son's cum flooding into her for the second time that night and she cried tears of joy and pleasure. His own pleasure was heightened by his aunt's fingers, twisting and turning inside his rectum.

When he was done he remained still, almost in a tableau, holding his mother as close as he could while his balls finished emptying themselves into her. Then gently, ever so gently he released her and she sank back down onto the cushions. His cock slipped out of her, still dripping.

His Aunt Juliet was beside herself with desire, and she reached forward to scoop some of the juices from her nephew's cock and rub them on her pussy, bringing herself to orgasm. Then silently she gave thanks and prayed for her nephew's soul.

None of them noticed Uncle Gilbert watching silently from the top of the stairs.

The Morning After

As it grew light Russell awoke alone on the sofa. A blanket was over him and his mother was in the kitchen singing softly. He smelt coffee.

"Your clothes are on the chair."

He reached over and pulled on the clean pants and shirt he found there. His mother came in and set a mug of coffee down next to him.

"Hurry up, your aunt and uncle are getting ready to leave."

His mom smiled at him like he had won a school prize. He sat up and drank his coffee.

Five minutes later his aunt and uncle descended the stairs. His aunt beamed at him and his uncle seemed very relaxed. They said their goodbyes at the front door. His aunt gave him a peck on the cheek but he could still feel her sexual energy as she held him close. As the sisters laughed and giggled their goodbyes his uncle drew him aside and whispered in his ear.

"I saw what happened last night, Russell."

Now it was Russell whose face turned white. His uncle smiled at him.

"Don't worry. Let's make a deal. If you don't tell them I'm gay, I won't tell them you're not."

Russell breathed a sigh of relief.

"Uncle, can you stop using my name in your hookups?"

"Consider it done. Happy Christmas, Russell."

They shook hands.

His uncle turned, took his wife by the arm and they walked down the stoop to the sidewalk. Russell shut the door and went back inside to join his mom.