章 2665: @5
Fucking Erica Thompson's asshole with my big fat cock had to be the closest thing to pure bliss I could have ever imagined, and it didn't take me very long at all before the cum in my balls was beginning to churn and billow up in my swaying, bloated nut-sacs.
The regular tempo of my cum-heavy balls slamming up against my mother's firm round butt-cheeks as I rammed my cock up her asshole made a squishy, slapping sound which echoed through the bedroom and down through the rest of the empty house. I could feel Mom's sphincter muscles clamping down on my cock and it was heavenly. I could not hold back my climax, so I just let it all burst out me and shoot into Erica's well-stretched brown butt-pipe.
Bursts of thick, gooey, white-hot cum exploded out of my throbbing phallus, filling my mother Erica's brutally fucked asshole up to the limit. With a low, agonized groan of pleasure, I pulled my dick out of Mom's butt-hole just after the last jet of dick-sludge shot out of me and dropped down in exhaustion onto the bed, practically at Erica's feet. She in turn slumped down onto her stomach and buried her head in the pillows up the top end of the bed, and within seconds was again snoring away lightly, swept away again into restful slumber.
I was tired, yes that was definitely true, but for some strange reason sleep would not come to me. I couldn't help but think about the blissful sex that Mom and I had shared with a pregnant Aunt Yvette, a woman I had knocked up and who was going to carry my incestuous child to term. The thought of Aunt Yvette having my child was a perversely arousing concept to me, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to see my very own mother Erica's stomach bloat with pregnancy, and know deep down inside that I had made her that way.
Soon enough, I began to wonder whether Roger would think he had made Mom pregnant, or whether he might suspect Erica of being unfaithful with somebody else. She had been, of course, with me, numerous times… but the idea of knocking up my very own mother just got me going more and more as I continued to think about it.
I suddenly realised that it was a distinct possibility, too, if only I just continually persisted at it. We usually fucked without me using a condom anyway, and pretty early on Mom had told me that she was violently allergic to the Pill so she couldn't take it. Contraception had just never really seemed to be that big of a concern for either one of us, even after we both learned that Aunt Yvette was pregnant with my baby, and that was a good thing for me now, upon reflection. Although she told me that Roger had wanted her to get her tubes tied, Erica had refused him, saying to her husband that they might in some time want to try for a child of their very own together.
I was soon grinning broadly in the semi-darkness of the master bedroom of our New Jersey home, with the moonlight rays shining in through the slightly parted window-blinds. My cock was as hard as a rock, but I did not touch it, nor did I make any move towards taking Mom again. The sheer thought of filling up her cunt and making her pregnant was exquisite, and I wanted to savour it in my mind. My cock twitched with arousal.
As sleep at last claimed me, I was filled with the sweet images of what was destined to come… but the spectre of my stepfather Roger looming over things was beginning to irk me. I loved him dearly, yes, but at times his presence kept me from being with my true love, and though he was more often than not out of the picture and not of any real major concern, when he was home he and Mom were usually fucking like rabbits. I couldn't help but feel deeply jealous when I heard the two of them screwing in their bedroom. It cut through me like a knife through butter, and the more I pondered things, the more I came to think that Roger being in our lives was not a necessity.Roger was back home again. This time, though, it was different than before. He seemed distant and cold towards the both of us, much more so than usual. I didn't know what had happened to change things, but instead of his warm, jovial self when he came home from a long stint away on the road, Roger was strangely remote, almost aloft towards both my Mom and I.
We carried on with our incestuous liaisons, though only when we were sure that we weren't going to be rudely interrupted by my stepfather Roger barging in on us. But I could not help shake the notion that something was going on with him, and a large part of me was determined to find out what that was…
One morning, at breakfast, Roger looked up from his morning paper and said, in a cold, deadpan manner, "Oh, by the way, my younger sister, Inga, is coming over in two days from Germany. I hope you both don't mind but I offered to let her stay here for a couple of weeks, while she has business in New York."
Mom looked across at me as I glanced over at her, and I could see she was biting back the venomous words that were threatening to boil up out of her. I knew her very well indeed, and she was pretty damn pissed off at that point – at both the fact that our love-sessions would be even more difficult with a second obstruction to deal with AND that she wasn't informed of this information about Inga staying at our house beforehand by her husband.
Looking back over at Roger, I could see his eyes flashing for the briefest of moments with glee, then dimming down just as quickly as they'd sparked up. He stared at us both expressionlessly for a few more moments, and then returned to reading his newspaper, effectively dismissing us both from his thoughts.
He went in to his offices nearby that morning… it was about a ten-minute drive from our house, and he wasn't expected in til around 10.30am, so he had all the time in the world. But once he was out the door, Erica just burst out screaming in rage. "What the fuck was that all about? Who the FUCK does that asshole think he is? He's a goddamn sonofabitch, is what he is!!! GODDAMNIT, GODDAMNIT ALL TO HELL!"
"Mom, it's okay, it's all going to be alright… now, what's the problem, really? Roger's going to be going back to work at the office down the block around the time this Inga woman turns up, and hopefully she will have A LOT of business in New York that should tie her up over there and keep her, for the most part, out of our affairs," I said, trying to reason with Mom before she snapped and completely went off the rail, bursting out into a fit of rage.
"The problem is Inga. She's a real slut, a really wanton whore, and seems to hate me with a vengeance for some strange reason. Plus, she and Roger have always been very close, and sometimes I wonder just what it is she's telling him about me. I was so very glad when she moved to Germany because of business opportunities there… and now she's coming back into my life! Why?"
I hadn't met Inga so I wouldn't know what she was like, but Mom was quite obviously really freaked out by the fact that she was coming out in a couple of days. There was nothing much I could think of doing besides what I thought was the obvious – I gently grabbed her heaving shoulders, spun her around from where she was standing at the kitchen sink, looking out across the backyard of our mansion-like residence out on top of a large hill in one of the richest districts in New Jersey, and leaned in to gently kiss her on the mouth.
I slid my tongue in between my mother's lips and swirled it around her own tongue, which in turn darting in and out of my own mouth with fluttering speed. I reached up and cupped Mom's breasts through the front of the thin blue negligee she was wearing, squeezing and caressing the big firm mounds of tit-flesh on offer to me, tweaking and pulling on the hardening nipples through the super-fine material of her nightdress.
Moving forward until my rock-hard cock, so tight and thick it bulged out the front of my boxer shorts real nicely, was pressing in between my mother's legs, I pulled my mouth away from Erica's at last and left her gagging for my kiss. But I wasn't finished getting her all hot and wet for me, not by a long shot… I started to really grind my prick in against her panty-clad pussy in earnest, making her gasp and groan softly as waves of pleasure coursed through her body.
"You like my cock, don't you, Mommy? You love how long and thick it is, and how it can make you feel all warm and fuzzy when it fucks you… let me fuck you now, Mommy. Let me ram this big, fat cock up your pussy. Let me make you forget all your worries and your troubles!" I croaked out, continuing the long and laborious dry-humping session. It was soon getting to me as well as Mom, and before I knew it I'd broken out into a cold sweat, as my guts were knotted and twisted up with incestuous lust.
"Oh yes, I love your cock so much baby! I can't live without it! I know its so wrong, darling, I know it is… but I can't help it. I just love you and that beautiful prick of yours so much!" Erica croaked out, and I grinned at her lecherously.
"It's alright, Mom, it's okay to love me and my big cock. We both love you, too!" I said to her. Then my grin broadened even more. "But Mom, before I fuck your tight wet pussy, I want you to do something dirty for me, something filthy and nice. I want you to lick my asshole, to rim me out just the way you know I like it. Can you do that for your baby boy, Mommy, for your naughty boy?"
"OHHH YEESSSSSS!" Mom hissed out. "God, I love licking out your asshole and tasting your butt-slime, it makes me feel so whorish and gets my pussy all wet for you!"
I grinned – my Lord, was my Mom a dirty, rotten whore or what? I loved it! My relationship with her had definitely unlocked the inner sinner in her… that was for sure. And I was more than happy to reap the benefits!
Turning around to face the kitchen bench, I dropped my boxer shorts in a mad rush to expose myself to her and bent over on the bench-top, laying my head down on the cool, smooth flat surface as Mom dropped down onto her knees behind me and rested her hands on both of my ass-cheeks. Within a scant few seconds, she had my butt spread wide open and her tongue jammed right up my anal passage, licking and slurping at my puckered brown chute for all she was worth.
Every time her tongue flickered around the edges of my sensitive butt-hole, I felt like screaming out loud with pleasure, but I bit down on my lower lip and held myself in check. I grunted and groaned in lust as she thrust her probing wet tongue further and further up my asshole, with my rigid dick-prong twitching spasmodically with every lap and slurp.
After a long while of this, I decided that I'd had enough of her butt-hole rimming, and reached around with my right hand to pull my mother's head, quite literally, out of my ass. I tugged on her long, thick brown hair til she rose up to face me, then I manoeuvred myself around so that she was in my recently-vacated position, bent over the kitchen bench-top with her round, meaty ass pointed straight at my throbbing cock.
There was nothing really sexy or romantic about any of my actions as I spread my mother Erica's legs as wide apart as I could and moved my dick in for the kill. The bulging, mushroom-shaped head of my schlong pushed in past Mom's tight outer labia lips, then slowly began to slide down her pussy-hole, one agonizingly pleasurable inch at a time.
She was so warm and wet, but still so achingly tight it was almost like taking a virgin over and over again every time I fucked her. Though Mom's actions when things really started getting hot and heavy were most definitely anything but virginal…
Slamming into her cunt all the way, I filled Mom up to the limit with the length of my dick-meat, and make her cry out with passion as I started reaming out her twat in vigorous earnest. Her ass slammed in against the side of the bench-top as I continued to fuck her hard, and my bulging ball-sacs beat a regular tempo against the lower half of her pussy. My head was clouded with lust; there was no way I was going to stop what I was doing, for anyone or anything…
Reaching around with both hands, I grabbed hold of my mother's butt-cheeks and lifted her up and away from the bench. Holding her up in midair as I bounded around in the kitchen, my dick still sliding in and out of her pussy as we went, I soon had Erica grunting and groaning with rapturous passion as her cunt-cream flooded out over my swollen cock. She was starting to cum, and she was going to cum hard…
"OH YEAH JESUS FUCKING CHRIST, FUCK ME SO HARD KENNY AND MAKE ME CUM!!!" Erica yelled out at the top of her lungs, headless now of everything else but her own passions. Her mind was a jabbering mess, filled with sexual sensations that crowded her consciousness, and I knew this and wanted to drive her further still over the brink.
I carried her into the lounge room, flopped her down onto her head and shoulders on a nearby leather couch and, in a somewhat awkward and uncomfortable position for Mom (though she wasn't in any state to notice this), began to fuck into her from a strange, downward angle. Her pussy was below me so I sort of had to twist my cock and slide it down into her clamping snatch. This was a perfect position for Erica – it hit her G-spot dead on target, and before I knew it she was cumming so hard, my balls too were soon churning up their man-jizz.
It was a bit of a shock for me to find myself suddenly cumming deep inside my mother Erica's tight, clenching snatch, but I went along with it and thrust into her wet sheath as hard as I could, so that my semen filled her innermost extremities up completely. I flooded her ripe, fertile womb with my jizz and hoped that I'd succeeded in knocking up my Mom.
"Ahh shit…" I moaned softly as I slid out of my mother's cum-filled womanhood and dropped down onto the couch beside her. She said nothing, just lay there heaving and sighing in exhaustion, still trying to catch her breath and get more air back into her lungs. I looked down at my cock, covered in dick-slime and pussy-juices from before, then over at my mother's pussy, which was leaking love-fluids – couldn't help but grin broadly with pride. Goddamn, I was so lucky to be where I was! I loved it!
Mom finally managed to look over at me, and she smiled weakly. "God, honey, I don't know how I ever managed without you making love to me!" she said, her eyes misting up with tears of gratitude.
I returned her smile and reached over to cup her head gently in my right hand, stroking her cheek lovingly and wiping away her tears. "It's okay, Mom, I'm here now, and nothing's going to take me away from you, ever…"
"Oh, you're such a lovely man, my darling…" Mom cooed, and with that she grinned broadly, reached down with her right hand, cupped my deflated cock and held it up straight. Then she bent straight down into my lap and took my limp dick straight down the back of her throat.
Mom made sure to lick and suck up as much of our combined love-gunk as she could, and swallowed it all. That really got me going, not to mention the way her mouth went down around her cock and how the muscles in her throat worked their magic around my thick pole of dick-meat. Her tongue flickered all around the head of my cock, as well as the twitching, throbbing length itself, driving me positively wild with lust. Soon enough, my prick was swelling up in her mouth.
She spit a combination of pre-cum and saliva back down onto my straining phallus after taking my cock out of her mouth for just a moment to catch her breath. I moaned out loud with my desire for her mouth back around my cock, and said just as much to her, but she just smiled coyly at me and wanked my prick for a few minutes in her right hand, teasing me by holding back on what I wanted from her most.
I watched on with rapt fixation as our combined sex-fluids leaked out of my mother's puffy pink pussy-lips and dribbled down her long, smooth legs. I hoped enough of my seed had shot into her womb and I'd managed to get Mom pregnant – that would be the best thing of all, and then I knew she would be mine forever.
At last she moved her head back down onto my cock, and slowly took the mushroom-like head of my dong in and sucked on it lightly, like a lollipop. I let out a deep moan and arched my back on the couch in pleasure, my body trembling with lust as her tongue poked at my piss-slit and slurped up my copious pre-cum. She liked to salivate all over my rigid prick, and I sure as hell didn't mind all the saliva coating my cock and balls. The pleasure was lulling me into a since of euphoric bliss.
I grabbed a thick handhold of her hair and then worked Mom's head up and down on my cock at the pace that I enjoyed the most. My balls slapped against Mom's chin as I thrust my prick in and out of her tight little mouth. I closed my eyes tight and fought back the urge to just let myself cum straight down her throat… no way; I had something else in mind, something far more sweeter than this and much more satisfying for the both of us.
She moved her head up at last off my cock and looked straight up into my eyes. A long trail of drool hung from her lower lip down to the tip of my bulging phallus, and she had a hungering look in her eyes I had seen many times over the weeks that'd passed. I pulled my mother up by tugging forcefully on her shoulders, and leaned in to kiss her hard on the mouth, driving my tongue down her throat and reaching out with both of my hands to grope her breasts.
Mom's nipples were so hard and swollen with her desire, and she let out a deep groan of passion as I tweaked them hard. Then I pulled her around til she was straddling my lap, and between the two of us we managed to guide my now-throbbing cock back into her dripping snatch.
My dick-tool managed to slide much easier into my mother's tight, wet twat this time, and with one long, hard thrust I bottomed out inside her. Our combined love-juices from earlier on made a squishing sound as I slid my prick in and out of her clenching orifice, keeping both of my hands on Mom's hips for bodily support as I fucked her. My cock stretched her pussy-lips back into her as I worked myself into a rhythmic grove, keeping my eyes clenched tightly shut as I fought back the pleasures that were washing through me.
"Oh fuck yeah Mom, God your pussy's so tight!" I croaked out as I reamed her vadge. My right hand made its way around to Mom's buttocks, which were being stretched open as I worked my salami into her love-tunnel, and I managed to push one of my fingers into her wrinkled, dirty little rectum. Pushing in as far as I could, I made my mother Erica arch her back and cry out in a mixture of pleasure and pain… though, by the glazed look I saw in her eyes as I leaned up to swap spit with her again, it was more pleasure than anything else!
"You like fucking your poor old Mommy's cunt, don't you my love? What about my ass, huh? Would you like to take Mommy's asshole, and make her your anal whore?"
I couldn't believe how easy Mom was making this for me – that was exactly what I wanted! She was becoming just as deviant and perverted as I was. I could hardly believe my luck anymore, but then this was most definitely a very unique, taboo relationship, and we were kinky enough as it was letting it carry on as far as it already had.
After just about a minute of ramming my cock in and out of my mother's cunt with my finger shoved up her tight, constrictive asshole, I pulled it out of her moist, lubricated anal chute and offered the slime-slick digit to Mom's mouth to suck on. It was covered with a combination of her own ass-slime and the load of love-gunk that was still dripping out of her pussy. Mom looked at me for just a short moment, then leaned forward and slowly, teasingly took it into her mouth. Her tongue ran around the finger in her mouth, and she sucked back on it as hard as she could, her eyes rolling up into the back of her head as all the tastes and textures washed over her palate.
"Of course I want to fuck your ass, bitch. What the fuck do you think all this was leading up to, huh? And you already are my anal whore. I'll take you however I like, wherever I like… you're my fuck-doll, understand me? You will take my cock in any one of the holes I wish and you will love it because you are a cock-hungry slut, is that understood?" I demanded, at last pulling the saliva-covered finger out of her mouth.
There was a spark of intense arousal in Mom's eyes as she stared at me for a few long moments, then nodded her head in ascent. I grabbed her by a thick handful of her hair and pulled her face up to kiss her hard on the mouth. I could taste the sleazy remnants of Mom's butt-sauce in her mouth and on her lips, but it only served to increase my arousal and fuel the fires of my lustful desires.
Holding her by the hair barely an inch in front of my face, I stared at her for a long moment, and then began to smile. I smiled broadly, sadistically, with an utterly ruthless, determined look blazing in my eyes that told her I brooked no interruptions or disrespect. "I want you to say it," I said at last. "I want to hear the words coming out of your mouth, understand? Say it. Tell me you're my ass-slut and will obey me in everything I say…"
"I'm your anal whore," Mom whispered, her eyes glazing over with lust and her pussy-lips gaping and swollen with her obvious arousal. "I'll do anything you tell me… but please, I need to feel your cock inside me… PLEASE!!!"
"Okay," I said with a lecherous smile, "you asked for it. Now you're gonna get it, bitch!"
I grabbed my now-hard shaft and gave it a few vicious tugs, then stood up and moved around til I was standing in front of her spread legs with my massive tool pointed straight up in a slightly curved fashion. Mom began to massage her pussy-lips, and slide her fingers inside herself to squeeze and manipulate her budding clit. I smiled at her salaciously and reached down to squeeze her full, firm right breast in my hand. "Turn around so that big, fat, lovely ass of yours is pointed my way," I commanded, continually stroking my cock though at a slower rate now, not wishing to cum at an inopportune moment and ruin the whole experience. I stared hungrily at Mom's buttocks as she moved around on the couch, so that her boobs and torso were pressing in against the leather upholstery while her rear-end was sticking straight out at me.
I reached out slowly with both hands to grasp hold of the firm, rounded cheeks of my mother's ass, and, with a hungering stare that was locked down in between her buttocks, spread them apart, exposing her small, wrinkled anus and her dripping, bright pink pussy to my ravenous gaze.
Sliding a finger from each hand in between the cheeks of Mom's ass, probing around the tight little orifice that was her poo-chute, I worked the forefinger from my right hand down from poking into her clenching anus to slide into the hugging wet warmth of her soaking twat. She let out a loud gasp of pleasure when my probing digit slid inside her as far as it could. My mother Erica thrust herself back ever so slightly against me, as if silently commanding more penetration… which was exactly what I was preparing to give her, whether she wanted it or not!brought the second finger down from Mom's butt-hole and jammed it straight into her pussy alongside the first one, fitting it in there quite easily. Mom's cunt was very accommodating when it started to loosen up a bit against the penetration, but I could feel the walls of her vagina clutching and squeezing at my slick digits as I slowly, laboriously worked up a regular finger-fucking tempo.
She turned her head to look at me over her left shoulder, her eyes lidded over with her lust and her mouth hanging open slightly. A bit of dribble was running out of the corner of her mouth but she did not seem to care, or maybe she simply didn't notice, I wasn't sure nor did it really matter to me either way… I had much more pressing concerns to occupy my mind.
Still keeping my fingers jammed inside my mother's saturated smoo, I moved my head in between the cheeks of her ass and began to lick at her puckered brown hole. I tasted the dank recesses of her anus and liked it, so I wanted more… I slurped around her butt-pipe, and then thrust my tongue inside her rear as far as I could manage to get it. She let out a rapturous scream of pleasure and slumped over onto the couch in the exhausted afterglow of my intensive rim-job… though I just kept up the tempo, never slackening off for an instant.
I then moved swiftly back up onto my feet behind my mother's back, and manoeuvred my cock up til it's bulbous head was resting lightly up against Erica's wrinkled asshole. Moving my right hand around til it was resting in between the fleshy folds of my Mom's cunt, I started playing with her swollen clitoris in earnest as I pushed slowly into her anal channel from the back, stretching her butt-hole out to accommodate my bulging phallus.
I slid my cock into Mom's ass until I could push it inside her no further, and I started feel my cum-heavy, hairy ball-sacs tighten up lust. I squeezed my eyes tightly shut as the pleasure mounted, and continued seesawing my cock in and out of her butt-hole. Reaching down to slap Mom's ass-cheeks as hard as I could in turn with the back of my hand, I worked my cock slowly out of her asshole til only the thick, mushroom-shaped knob was still inside her hugging tightness. My schlong was covered in my Mom Erica's ass-slime, as well as a good deal of my own copious pre-cum, but it helped lubricate things and eased my own penetration of her most intimate of openings.
"I want you to suck me off now," I grunted out, finally pulling my dick out of her ass and holding it straight out in front of me in my right hand, as Mom hurriedly spun around on the couch and opened her mouth up wide. She took the top half of my dong straight down her throat without hesitation, and then swallowed the rest down as well.
Within a few brief moments, her throat had adjusted to my cock sliding in and out again, and the gag-reflexes were reduced. Mom had gulped back the combination of ass-juices and pre-cum that had slicked my cock up, and the thought of what that would've tasted like to her drove me almost to the brink of orgasm simply thinking about it.
I whipped my dick out of her mouth and lightly turkey-slapped her, striking my cock against first her right cheek and then her left. Then I wanked my cock off right in front of her face as Mom stared at the tip of my shaft with hungering fascination, her eyes glued resolutely to its swollen, beet-red head as I worked my right hand with blurring speed up and down on the thick tube of man-flesh. My eyes glazed over and, for just an instant, my vision clouded with a red haze as my passion reached a climactic crescendo.
"OH CHRIST, CUM FOR MOMMA BABY!" Mom yelled out at the top of her lungs, as she shoved three fingers of her right hand straight up her cunt-hole and frigged herself hard to an intense orgasm. Her thick, clear white pussy-juices swelled up and out of her flabby, moist wet pussy, as my fingers continued to slide into its pink, intimate depths.
As I felt my self-control finally desert me, and my gooey white jizz at last exploded out of my balls with the strength of a fire-hose, I pulled the cum-slick fingers out of my mother Erica's womanhood and shoved them straight into my own mouth to suck on. The taste of Mom's pussy on my tongue immediately increased my own climactic release even further as I came all over her face and down her throat.
Cum was splashing her all over… her lips, her mouth, her eyes, her nose, her neck, and her breasts – not a single ounce of my mother's face, upper torso or chest was spared from the copious amounts of man-jism that seemed to erupt out of my swollen, wrinkly ball-sacs. It almost seemed as if I was determined to cover every single ounce of my cum-slut Mom with my gooey spunk, just to show the world exactly what my very own Mom Erica truly was in body and in deed… my own personal love-slave.
When I had finished orgasming at last, I leaned over with my right hand and wiped a big glob of cum from around the left side of Mom's lips and into her mouth. She sucked lightly on my finger for a few long moments, groaning softly and shuddering with arousal as her body trembled with lust. "I love the feel of your cum all over me…" Mom moaned out with lust. "You just spray your jizz all over me and mark me as your bitch. It makes me feel all hot and naughty inside… I love it!"
"Yes I know… you're a good girl, Mommy, and good girls deserve to be rewarded." I smiled at her, and bent down over her to kiss her softly and sensuously on the lips. I slid my tongue into her mouth and reached out to palm Mom's left breast in my hand, squeezing and tweaking on her hardening nipple til she was grunting and gasping softly in passion.
After I finally broke away from her, Mom was smiling slightly and panting for breath just a little bit. She was covered all over most of the top half of her body with cum, including a couple of long strands of jizz that had shot up into her thick chestnut-brown hair.
I loved it. She was most definitely my cum-slut, and I didn't intend to let her forget it…
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The next two days seemed to go by in a flash. Roger was at work more than at home, which was good, and I tried to comfort Mom's uneasiness as best I could. She was quite apprehensive of the woman, very nervous and fidgety. I didn't really know or understand why this was, and tried to ask her about it, to try and coax an answer out of her that could explain the strange way she was behaving of late, but Mom clammed up when I started to probe her too directly about it.
Finally, the morning came when Roger left for the airport to collect Inga and bring her back here… Mom could barely get herself out of bed; she was so depressed and tearful. I held her head in my lap and rocked her head backwards and forwards, cooing to her softly and trying to calm her back down so she could relax, somehow… stroking her hair back away from her face seemed to help somehow, so I started doing that, til finally she managed to settle back down a bit more and allow herself to be carried off into a deep slumber.
I wanted to say with her but knew I couldn't, so I carefully moved her head back over onto her pillow and headed towards the door. When I was halfway across the room, Mom made a strange whimpering sound, almost as though she was crying out for someone in her sleep or something along those lines. I turned on my feet to head back over to her side, to see if I could help her in any way, but quickly pulled myself up short – no, she was fine, I told myself firmly. She was okay now and didn't need me around watching her all the time anymore…
When Roger came home with his sister Inga in tow, he looked around the place and, upon finding only me standing there waiting for the two of them in the lounge-room, asked quite gruffly and without preamble where his wife Erica was. He wanted her to greet his sister and welcome her into their house.
"Ah, I'm afraid that Mom isn't well this morning," I told him honestly. It was from this point onwards that I told a bit of a lie, but only in my mother's own best interests though. "I think something she ate earlier on in the week hadn't sat well with her. She's been complaining of a severe stomach ache for the past couple of days now actually."
"Oh? Really? Well, she should have said something then…" Roger said dismissively, waving his own concerns for his wife aside with a brush of his hand. I fought back the urge to smash him in the face – the bastard didn't seem to pay any attention at all to his bride anymore, he wouldn't have had the slightest clue at all what was going on in her life or if anything was bothering her in any way. I lived and breathed for my mother, willing to make any sacrifices necessary to make her life more comfortable… and what does he do for her? Nothing at all… besides bribery and heaping lavish attention on her only when it suited him to do so. My mother was, in all aspects, a trophy wife of Roger Thompson… and now, this enraged me more than any other defeat or insult I had ever suffered through before in my entire life.
"Oh, Roger, aren't you going to introduce me…?" the woman who had followed my step-dad into her house asked politely, smiling at him lopsidedly, with just a hint of a contemptuous smirk twisting her lips further upwards. I imagined this woman was my Aunt Inga… and, from first impressions, I was quite taken-aback by her sheer physical beauty.
She was positively gorgeous in a sexy-yet-intelligent, matured sort of way. With long, curling dirty-blonde hair which hung down to around her mid-back, Inga had large, round deep-blue eyes that seemed to be the colour of the ocean, with a sparkling brightness shining out of their dark-blue depths which soon had me entranced. Her face was full and round, with a slightly tempered look that only served to add to her wizened, sensuously feminine appeal.
Inga had full, luscious ruby-red lips and a curvy, voluptuous body that was so sexy and nice… it had the full, classic 'hour-glass' shape that men found so damn irresistible. Wide childbearing hips, a big fat ass that I could just imagine squeezing and fucking hard, and long, sexy legs that seemed to me to be quite muscular and well defined: it all seemed VERY nicely profiled in a long pair of tight-fitting denim jeans, at least! Not to mention the huge pair of knockers on her that would've rivalled my own Mom's massive 36-F cannons, if we were to put them side-by-side… they quite easily had to be her most defining feature, and once I laid eyes upon them, I just couldn't pull my eyes away.
As best as I could tell, she had to be in her early 40s… but again, this was only an educated guess on my part. Women were, for the most part, sensitive about their age, so I had no illusions that I would probably never know the truth about how old she really was.
"Hey there, mister, it isn't polite to stare at a lady ya'know…" Inga said in a bemused voice, causing me at last to look back up again into her eyes. She had a broad smile on her face and didn't look angry in the least, which made me smile back at her, more in relief than anything else that she didn't think of me as some kind of perverted fuck-head… though, looking over at Roger standing there by the door, he looked mad enough for the both of them! "It's okay, buster. Most guys that I meet for the first time can't get over the size of my tits. They're huge, right? Yep, all-natural 32-EE breasts… my babies!"
I watched on as, right in front of both her own brother Roger and my own eyes, Aunt Inga cupped her breasts and squeezed their firmness in both hands. I wondered if she had a bra on… something told me that she didn't, by the looks of things, because when she was done playing with her breasts right in front of the both of us, I was pretty confident that I could see her firm, dark nipples poking through the front of her thin white crop-top. My Aunt was also wearing a tight pair of denim shorts, which really helped to highlight the shape and form of her buttocks.
"Okay… umph, will you please lead your Aunt on down to her room, Kenny?" Roger asked me, indicating with his right hand to his sister in which direction her room could be found. I nodded my head obediently, and turned on my heels to take her down the long hallway to her guest bedroom.
It was quite a large, well-furbished room, with a wide-screen plasma TV and DVD player hooked up to a state-of-the-art Dolby 5.1 hi-fi system that was on par with the set-up I myself had in my own bedroom. The queen-sized bed was also luxurious and comfortable looking, with a good deal of pillows bunched up in a nice big pile around the head of the bed. The room had a flair of opulence which Inga seemed to warm to almost instantaneously. She spun around on her feet in one spot, a big, wide smile of satisfaction soon creasing her face. Inga Thompson seemed quite happy indeed with what she had been accommodated.
"Well, here is your room, Aunt Inga," I said to her with a polite smile. "Please, if there is anything you need, don't hesitate to let me know and I'll make sure that you get it…"
"No, Kenny, this is more than adequate for the moment… but I will let you know if there is anything that I need." I thought I was being dismissed, so, grateful for the opportunity to get out of there and find a private spot to have a good, long flog of my cock, I turned to leave. "Ah, but isn't there something I could perhaps do for you, my darling boy…?"
I looked over at her, and she was staring straight back at me, grinning with seductive amusement. Her eyes blazed into mine for the longest moment, and it seemed to me, for a brief instant, as if she were peering into my very soul and seeing me for what I truly was. Then she glanced down at my dick-stick tenting out of the front of my shorts, moving her gaze quickly back up to my face again so I understood her meaning implicitly.
"Ahh, Inga, what are you talking about?" I croaked out, but by the look on her face it was quite clear to me exactly what she was going on about… she wanted cock, and mine just happened to be the nearest. The thing I soon came to appreciate about my Aunty was that she was NOT prepared to deny herself ANY pleasure, no matter what. She always had to get her own way, or she would not relent until she did – it was that simple, really. "You want me? But that would be wrong, that would be incest… besides, what about your brother? I can't do that to Roger, it would be a betrayal…"
"SSSHHHHH!!! Darling, you talk too much…" Inga cooed with sensuous lust lilting her voice. "Just let yourself go, and enjoy the pleasure I'm going to give you with my mouth…"
She stepped right up to me, and I couldn't move at all, either towards her or away from her, to the open door. I was frozen in place and this seemed to please Inga, who dropped down onto her knees in front of me and started to pull down the front of my shorts. My cock, unrestrained my underwear, plopped out of my shorts and almost smacked Inga in the face, but she managed to move back just before it struck. She smiled and licked her lips with expectancy upon seeing the size of my trouser-snake, all thick and dripping with pre-cum arousal.
I groaned softly as she breathed a long blow of hot air onto my cock and swollen ball-sacs. Then, she opened her mouth and moved forward to take my cock in between her lips, swirling her tongue around my piece and working it quickly further back down my throat.
My prick had been rock-solid from the very moment I had laid eyes upon my Aunt just a mere few minutes before, so hot and sexy in her tight-fitting clothing, with a mature sensuality I found irresistible. So, because of this, my balls were big, blue and churning with cum, but for some reason this didn't really bring my climax any closer. I looked down at Inga as she worked my cock in and out of her mouth, making sure that a lot of clear, bubbly slobber was slicking my dick and dribbling out of the corners of my lips.
She looked so hot and sexy, with her eyes bulging with lust and her head tilted slightly back to more easily facilitate my prick sliding down her throat. I couldn't resist, I couldn't fight her, and by God I really didn't want to… so I reached down to grab my shirttails, and pulled my top up over my head to fling it carelessly to the ground, over near the doorway.
After a while, Inga pulled my penis out of her mouth and lifted it up so she could bend in and lick her tongue around each one of my hefty, cum-bloated balls in turn. She made sure to spit a lot of saliva over both of my nuts, then opened her mouth up wide and took each wrinkly teste into her mouth; first my right nut-sac went in, and then, a minute or so later, my left.
The pleasure was getting really intense now, and I was beginning to see red-spots as my lust quickly became too much. I was near the point of cumming, and I was going to cum pretty damn hard…
"Turn around, Kenny… I want to try something I haven't been able to do with any of my lovers in quite some time." I had a fair idea what my saucy Aunt had in mind when she asked me to 'turn around', but by God, that was exactly what I was ready for, so I did what she had told me to.
Turning around to face the doorway, I braced myself for what was surely to come and, right as I was, it did! Inga spread my firm ass-cheeks open and pressed her face into the crack of my rear end. Her tongue snaked out to lap lightly at the puckered, round little hole that was my anus, then slivered in just a bit to taste the dank recesses of my butt-pipe.
I groaned softly as I felt it sliver and worm its way into me, and an intense shiver coursed through my body as she worked it even further up my anal passage. Inga reached around to grab a thick hold of my cock at the same time, and started to wank me off with her right hand as she continued to rim out my asshole.
Oh Lord Almighty, the sensations were exquisite… I felt as though my dick was about to burst, and it was bright red with all the blood churning through it. My balls were humungous, positively bloated with semen, and pre-cum was flowing out of the mushroom-shaped, purplish head of my dong in copious amounts.
Inga's hand on my boiling-hot shaft felt as though it was carved of ice, and I almost screamed out in agony as she raked her long, crimson-red fingernails up and down my veiny length while she ate out my heinie-hole. It felt pretty damn hot to have my Aunt Inga's tongue shoved well and truly up my sphincter… especially when one remembered the fact that I had only met her about half an hour ago, thereabouts.
"Oh fuck, I love the taste of your ass Kenny!" Inga groaned out passionately, but she grabbed onto my hips from behind and started tugging on them… I got the hint, and turned around to face her. My cock was soon right in front of her face again, and by the look in her bulging eyes, it was clear enough that Inga wanted nothing more but to engulf the full length of my cock back down her throat. "But I need that beautiful prick of yours in my mouth again… will you let me suck on that darling cock, my love?"
"Umph, sure…" I croaked out. Aunt Inga smiled up at me, her eyes twinkling with unwholesome delight, then she opened her mouth and moved in on my blood-red phallus, her tongue slivering out to taste the tip of my peter before it slipped in between her lips.
She sucked down on the full length of my swollen member, almost to the point where she had allowed the tip of my dick to slip down past the bottom of her throat – I could feel the big, fat head rubbing up against something coarse and hard, and her natural gag-reflex was gripping my hard pecker brutally as I almost made her choke on my cock.
Inga reached out with her right hand to take a-hold of one of my bloated nut-sacs. She gave it a light squeeze or two, then raked her long, crimson-red fingernails along its wrinkly skin as she bobbed her head up and down on my prick, like any cock-sucking champion would have. Her tongue snaked out to tease the little tiny piss-slit as my pre-cum kept on leaking out, then she pressed her tongue in and, before I quite realised it, SHE started fucking ME with it! I was so close to bursting and shooting my thick load down her throat that I was about to pass out…Almost on my own accord, I reached around with both my hands and grabbed a tight handhold on the back of Inga's head, hooking my fingers into her hair so that it would be hard for her to break free if she tried to struggle – which she did not. Inga started to pull and squeeze my other ball-sac as I found myself being swept away in my own little private realm of pleasure. I needed to cum, and hard… no matter what, I was going to get my climax.
Working my phallus in and out of my Aunty Inga's mouth with relentless, single-mindedly resolute determination, I soon realised that a lot of saliva was being pushed out of my relative's mouth as I shoved my cock repeatedly down her throat. She was salivating quite a bit more than usual because of the fact that my cock down her throat was making it for Inga to swallow… but that, to me at that precise moment, was definitely a secondary concern.
To try and give her a few moments to alleviate her troubles, I pulled my spit-slick cock out of her mouth and, while it was hanging there in the air mere inches in front of her, slapped it across both of her cheeks in turn. I loved turkey-lapping my lovers – it was so degrading and hot, and by the way Inga squirmed about where she was kneeling, she also seemed to approve.
Deciding as well that I needed a little bit more stimulation on her part in all of this, I reached down with both of my hands to cup Inga's large, firm breasts in my palms. I squeezed my hands around the full mounds of tit-flesh, flicking the puckered nipples with a couple of teasing fingers through the thin material of her self-trimmed T-shirt. Inga quickly got the hint, wiggling away from me for just a moment to pull her crop-top up and over her head, throwing it aside without a care in the world about it, and then moving back over to take my rock-hard cock in her right hand. Grasping it tightly, almost painfully, Inga tugged my prick off a couple of times, pretty hard too… then she leaned in to take the head and first couple of inches of my turgid prick into her mouth.
She sucked on me even harder than ever now as I squeezed her breasts with both of my hands and tweaked her nipples. The harder she sucked on my cock, the rougher the treatment was to her upper torso… she seemed to like being treated hard and rough, and that, by God, was FINE with me!
Inga's hands moved up and around my back to rest on both of my ass-cheeks – then, she slowly began to spread my buttocks apart, and, carefully, manoeuvred her right hand in between the butt-cushions. She pressed her forefinger in inquisitively against the wrinkled, puckered brown hole of my anus, and then shoved it in, with one hard, brutal thrust.
It was still pretty lubed up from her own earlier tongue-lashing, but still, Inga's probing digit jammed straight up my butt-hole, with little or no preliminaries even attempted on her part, hurt like a sonofabitch. I let out a sharp groan and arched my back in pain, and Inga, with my cock still forced down her throat, moaned in pleasure… she was most likely imagining what having her finger up my rectal sheath was doing to me and was getting her jollies off it.
"OH FUCKIN' CHRIST I'M GONNA CUM!!!" I groaned out with abject passion, grabbing onto the back of Inga's head and shoving my dick in and out of her mouth as hard and as fast as I could, for the friction. Her teeth grated across the underside of my cock, though not hard enough to take much away from the pleasure of the moment – I let out a sharp cry and arched my head back, closing my eyes tightly as I felt myself being swept away by the passions of the moment. Oh crap, it was so good, and I couldn't help but let out a choking scream as I came straight down my new lover's throat.
The first three blasts shot straight down Inga's throat, and I almost had her gagging on the sheer volume of cum I was jettisoning into her mouth, but she swallowed it all like the determined trooper that she was. Pulling out from between her suctioning lips as the fourth spurt burst out of my dick, I coated my now well-acquainted Aunt's face with my jizz, and then guided my shuddering prick down to spray the last bit of discharge onto her full, naked breasts.
Inga let out a seductive groan of passion and cupped both of her breasts together, then used her hands to massage my spunk into her smooth, tanned skin. This was pretty darn hot, but I was too exhausted from our exertions to act upon this notion, or even voice the observation in words.
She continued to put on a sleazy, sexy display by scooping up a bit of my cum which had dribbled out of the corners of her mouth, and shoved them into her mouth which she promptly sucked on. Inga really seemed to get off on the taste of my semen, as she let out a low groan again and arched her pelvis up off the ground, as though beckoning me to take her, right there and then…
I looked back towards the door… for the briefest instant, I thought I saw my stepfather there, and my heart lurched in my chest. But then the shadowy figure was gone, and I assured myself hurriedly that it couldn't have been anything or anyone other than my own over-active imagination playing tricks on me. But I couldn't shake the feeling that we had been discovered – the door, leering wide open as it was, was a disconcerting imagine to put up with, so I moved over to it with my cock swaying down in between my legs to shut it over quietly, locking it before turning back to face Inga.
She was still on the floor, basically right where I had left her, but Inga was hurriedly unzipping the front of her tight, black denim jeans. She hooked the front of her jeans and the strap of her sheer, lacy panties in one of her fingers, and tugged both of the unwanted garments down her long, sensuous thighs, baring her formidable assets to my ravenous gaze.
My eyes were immediately drawn to the crease between my new sex-demon's thighs, as one would have expected from any randy, full-blooded, heterosexual male. Her slit was bald as a pre-pubescent child's, and the full, crinkled lips moist and slightly parted. Her firm, swollen clit was sticking out of the folds of her labia, seemingly drawing me towards it.
A throbbing intensity quickly built up inside of me – looking down at my cock in my lap, I was hardly surprised in the least when I saw that it was beginning to harden again… the anticipation and the raw animal lust I felt for Inga were not easy things to deny.
Once the jeans and underwear were finally rid of, I moved slowly over to where Inga lay spread out on the carpet for me, and looked at her appreciatively as she reached down with both of her hands, spreading her outer lips wide open for me and bearing her 'inner radiance'. I was left speechless… she was so pink and wet with arousal. I just had to taste her essence.
So, I dropped down to my knees before this wondrous, still relatively unknown, woman, and buried my head in between her legs. Running my tongue along the outer lips of her vadge with teasing rapture, flickering all around her moist wet opening without coming anywhere near her budding clit, I moved one hand up to press an elongated forefinger slowly into the meaty folds of her cunt as I chewed her out at the same time. Pressing the probing finger deeper and deeper inside her body, I sucked back all of the pooling juices in Inga's cunt, and then ran my tongue inquisitively around the turgid little nubbin of flesh that was her clitoris, causing her to buck her pelvis up into my face.
Eating out Inga's gaping, pink pussy, I moved my attentions slowly up to focus on her big, fat clit, taking it into my mouth and sucking back on it as hard as I possibly could. She let out a rapturous moan of orgasmic delight and, with a shuddering groan of pleasure, came again into my face, flooding my slurping mouth with her sweet-tasting twat sauce as I continued to tongue-lash her love-button.
I bit down on Inga's clit gently, and this sent her climax skyrocketing up into the stratosphere… she just kept on cumming, til I thought she was going to pass out from the passion ripping through her. Instead, she simply collapsed onto the ground, breathing quite heavily and in ragged huffs, and squeezed her eyes tightly shut.
I raised my head up from in between Inga's thighs and smiled lecherously at the 'damage' I had wrought… she sure as hell had enjoyed my work, and that was exactly what I had wanted. Now, her cunt was virtually soaked with her juices of sexual arousal, and she seemed to be quite hot for me, once she regained her composure after my intense lapping.
Smiling up into my eyes with a demure, supplicant glimmer of affection behind her gaze, Inga reached down with one hand and spread the outer lips of her muff wide open. I couldn't believe how incredible it looked to me, and my lust for her reached new heights. I was not to be denied at this point in my life… my need to take what was owing to me was too great to resist.
Slowly, teasingly, I moved up Inga's body til the tip of my cock was pressing in gently against the fleshy folds of her dripping wet snatch, then gyrated around just a little bit, dipping the head of my schlong inside her clutching warmth just a little bit to elicit a low moan of pleasure. As Inga let out a sharp gasp and pushed her firm, luscious body up against me, trying desperately to get my cock to sink at last inside her dripping, pink depths, I let out a sharp laugh and pulled my dick back away from her even further.
"No, baby, that isn't how its gonna work…" I said to her gruffly. "I'M the one who gives this big fat cock to YOU, baby… you don't get what you want unless I'm willing to give it to you, understand me?"
"Yes, Kenny, I understand…" Inga replied demurely, keeping her eyes cast downward, away from me… I couldn't help but smirk at this. She could barely keep the smile off her face, but she stopped trying to jam her pussy up against my dick and this was what I wanted – I wanted to be the one to dictate the pace to HER, not the other way around!
With that, I grabbed hold of my stepfather's sister's ass and lifted her up til her pussy was rubbing up against my cock. When the head of my dick-stick slipped inside her, it was all over – just a matter of thrusting in all the way and I was buried inside my Aunt's dripping wet smoo to the very hilt. It felt positively exquisite…
Driving in and out of her pussy in a smooth, regular tempo, I soon worked myself up into an easy beat that had my cock being gripped and released by Inga's clenching cunt. She was soon gasping and groaning in rapturous appreciation as I worked myself slowly up into a sweat, my body straining against the pressures of the fuck.
I wasn't giving it to her exceptionally hard, just with smooth, regular consistency. Sliding into her hugging warmth til my cock slammed up against her cervix, working my dick-meat in and out of her tight sheath til she was moaning and arching her back against me in pleasure.
I worked my right hand down into the crack of Inga's ass and pressed my teasing forefinger up against her wrinkly butt-hole, making her gasp loudly and jam her body up against my downward thrust. That one movement had me buried inside her at quite a unique, and EXTREMELY pleasurable angle…
I must have been mashed up against her G-spot, real good, 'cause she was grunting and groaning like a stuck pig. I reached out and grabbed hold of a thick fistful of Inga's wavy blonde hair, and tugged her head sharply to one side. She let out a sharp moan of pain, and as soon as I heard this, I glared at her as though I wanted to kill her for showing her suffering with my bare hands… she got the message that I conveyed with my eyes quite clearly, and bit down on her lower lip to stifle any more utterings.
Fucking my Aunt's dripping snatch with my big, fat swollen dick was getting to me… I'd had quite a bit of sex from a variety of loving partners over the weeks, and I think I was starting to loose my mind from all the endorphins. I just couldn't get past the next thrust, or the next time I kissed my lover hard on the mouth or reached out to fondle her tits… nothing more in life seemed to give me drive or passion besides sex.
As I banged my cock in and out of the sexy older babe's sucking cunt, listening to the squishy, slurping sounds of my prick sliding through her tight, constrictive love-tunnel, I yanked her head savagely back around to kiss her roughly on the mouth, forcing my tongue in between her lips and swirling it around inside her mouth as I continued my pile-driving antics. My single-minded need to get off on the pleasures of my latest lover's body would not be refused for even a mere moment.
The large amount of cunt-cream that was being squished around my cock, and dribbled down out of Inga's stretched slit as I made rigorous, deep lunging thrusts into her hugging tightness, made things a lot damper and much noisier for the two of us, but I got more enjoyment out of hearing the sounds of our coupling.
Pulling out of her for a brief moment, to slap the full length of my cock across the raw, brutally-pounded opening before me, I could hear Inga gasping and moaning softly to herself in longing for every second that my prick was not inside her body. By the hungering look in her eyes, lust-filled and approaching true madness, I knew that I must be really blowing her mind and this drew me on to even greater levels of pure sexual intensity.
"You like this, bitch? You love the way my big fat cock feels, sliding in and out of your tight, wet, delicious fuckin' mature pussy, don't ya?" I spat out, wrenching her head forward yet again and sticking my tongue hard into her mouth for the horny sex-mistress to suck on ravenously.
"Oh God YES!!! I love your massive prick, Kenny, so much!" Inga groaned out, clenching her teeth as a huge wave of orgasmic passion flowed through her and her pussy-walls clenched my cock in one of the most exquisitely sensuous, torturous vices I could have ever imagined… her love-gash resembled Niagara Falls, so much girl-cum was gushing out of her.
I kept sliding my dick-shaft deep into Inga's clenching pussy but it was soon becoming apparent that, although very pleasurable for her, it wasn't doing all that much of a spectacular nature to me. So, deciding on a different approach, I told Inga to work her way back a little bit and get back around on the floor on her hands and knees.
Now, in this new doggy-style position and with her rear end raised up slightly towards me, Inga looked like a real sexy, slutty bitch-in-heat, with her gleaming body drenched in sweat and her cunt-hole, peeking back at me from between her spread-out thighs as I stared at her appreciatively from where I stood, a couple of feet away.
My thick, throbbing piece of dick-meat, sticking straight up into the air at a sort of upwards-arc angle with the bulbous cock-knob bloated with my flowing blood. I needed to get back into her tight, warm, inviting pussy because my desire for her was burning me up on the inside, and, by the passionate look that shone out of her eyes as she glanced back over her shoulder at me, the feeling was indeed mutual.
Moving in behind my lover's back, I pushed my cock up against the opening of her vadge and pushed the head in past her outer pussy-ring. Her slightly hair-covered slit opened up to take in the shaft of my dick as I slid further down into her body, filling Inga up and causing her to let out a loud gasp of pleasure.
I reached down between our two bodies and began to rub at Inga's budding clit as I fucked her, driving her back against the carpeted floor and really rocking her body with my driving penetrations. She was really getting into the action, too – enjoying the feeling of my cock sliding into her pussy at such a new and unique angle, as well as having my fingers rubbing up against her clit as I pleasured her.
"OH SHIT, OH FUCK YEAH JESUS CHRIST YEH JUST LIKE THAT!!!" Inga spat out, her body shaking as another intense wave of orgasmic tremors tore through her. I suddenly had a wicked idea, and decided that it was a good enough time to try it out, no matter what Inga thought of it! A nice shock for her, I thought to myself with a wicked little private smirk. I pulled straight out of her pussy, which made a strangely erotic suctioning sound as I withdrew, and then immediately positioned the mushroom-shaped head at tiny, puckered hole between her butt-cheeks. Then, with a slow, determined thrust downwards, right on the angle that would most easily precipitate entry into Inga's super-restrictive anal channel, I began to bury my meat into her rear.
"Oh shit!!! Ah that hurts! Kenny, what the fuck do you think you're doing?" Aunt Inga demanded, trying to push herself away from me but finding both of my hands gripping her hips firmly, holding her in place… not to mention the fact that my cock was almost entirely up her asshole by now! It would be very hard for her to get away from me with my dick shoved right the hell up her fudge-pipe, to be sure! This thought almost made me burst out laughing, but I managed to cut it off before I did.
"What the fuck do you THINK I'm doing? Huh? I'm fucking your Goddamn butt-hole, slut, and you're gonna love it because you're my slut-bitch, understand?" I snapped at her, and with that, the palm of my right hand came smashing down upon Inga's right butt-cheek… hard!
She let out a sharp cry of agony, and then started to buck back slowly against my own easing, deliberate thrusts. I looked down at where my hand had landed against her bum and could see, quite clearly – the big red imprint of my palm was blatantly visible. This really had me smiling as I fucked my new bitch's ass with quickly increasing speed.
"Ah shit yeah just like that… right there, yes!" Inga moaned out, and then she started to grunt and groan like the slutty anal-whore I knew lurked inside her. I felt as though my dick was being gripped in the most brutally tight vice I could ever have imagined… and her pussy was positively exploding with all the pussy-juices which were running out of her twat.
It was too much for me to resist for long, and, with my eyesight clouding over and my cum-heavy nuts churning with my seed as I continued to ream her, I could feel my climax nearing as yet another one continued to rock through Inga's frail form. My blue balls kept on slamming against her body as I pounded Inga's rectum, stretching her sphincter out to more easily accommodate my prick as I made brutal, sweat, grunting love to her.
With a mighty roar of orgasmic release, I shot my first load into the depths of my Aunt's bowels, then the second and the third. Pulling my jettisoning dick out of her asshole as I continued to climax, I ended up shooting most of my fourth burst of jizz all over Inga's raw red pussy-lips and up into her ass-crack. But then I rushed to jam it into her cunt-hole with one rough, penetrating lunge and shot the last two squirts of my man-seed inside her.
Inga let out a very long, tired sigh and simply collapsed where she was half-kneeling, on the carpet. I managed to disengage myself from her before I too fell back onto the rough carpet, totally exhausted and utterly spent from the intense, passionate fuck-fest we had shared.
I was covered in sweat and felt quite grubby, for some reason I couldn't quite place in my own mind. Looking across at Inga, I could see that she had fared no better in the least. Her hair was all knotted and wild looking, her face was flushed red with exertion, and her entire body, like mine, was drenched with sweat.
She looked across at me, and I could see that there were tears starting to form in the corners of her eyes. Inga looked at me for a few brief moments, but it was as though she was seeing right through me. "I was meaning to give my anal virginity to your stepfather…" she whispered.I thought that she was talking to me there for a second or two but then realised she was, rather, saying this to herself. She was having a bit of a hard time about the ass fucking… or so it seemed to me. And then, like a bolt of lightning, it suddenly hit me…
"What the Hell did you say? You wanted to give your anal virginity to MY STEP-DAD? Roger?" I asked, incredulous. "What the FUCK? Have you been having sex with Roger? For how long?"
Inga winced, but then she started to smile. And the smile looked pretty sinister indeed. I started to get the feeling that Inga Thompson liked to be the one holding all the cards… and she didn't seem to take too kindly at all to situations when she did not have that dominant stance over others.
"Oh, don't act so high and mighty, Kenny! Your stepfather knows all about your little 'love-ins' with your Aunty Yvette and your very own Mom! He was REALLY pissed off when he found out about that one, so much so that even going down on his cock for half an hour, and THEN licking his asshole, didn't seem to lift his spirits," Inga said boastfully, with a little grin on her lips that really pissed me off. She was enjoying this moment entirely too much for my liking…
"Oh crap…" I said softly, more to myself than to Inga, though I knew she heard me because her grin broadened even wider. "My stepfather knows about my affairs with them both? How? When did he find out?"
"Ah, he knows everything… one day he came home early, and glanced in through the partly-opened front window. He saw that you were fucking both your Aunt and Mom. And that really got him mad… he's had PI's following the three of you for quite a while now," Inga explained. She shook her head. "He knew that he hadn't been a good husband to his wife of late, and probably would have accepted the fact that your mother had taken another lover because Roger has three regular mistresses besides me… but YOU making love to your very own Mom? Wow, that one really hit him out of the ballpark!"
I looked at Inga for a long time, staring at her dead in the face. The reasons why my Mom Erica loathed this she-bitch woman were now becoming quite abundantly clear… I wanted to do so many things to her at that exact moment, so many bad things that would have probably wound up with me locked up in a cell in Sing-Sing for the rest of my life, but I held myself in check – with great difficulty however.
Looking at her for the longest time, I decided that I had to leave, without delay, or my resolve would crumble and I would do something terrible. So I put my underwear on and rose up to my feet. I gathered up my clothing and turned towards the door.
"What, you're leaving me?" Inga asked, mockingly. "Why? I thought we had something special going on here, Kenny!"
I just kept walking to the door. I reached out, grabbed the doorhandle, opened it up and stepped out into the hallway. Looking cautiously both ways, aware that I had to look out for both my stepfather and my mother now (because I really didn't want to explain to Mom about what had happened between myself and her 'nemesis' Inga – ANY of it!), I saw that the coast was clear and then quickly moved down the hall in the direction of my bedroom. I had much to think about now… not least of course being how to proceed onwards from this point, given what I was now aware of.
# #
I went into my room, threw my clothes into a hamper, and wrapped the towel I was using at the moment around myself so I could get ready to head for the nearest bathroom, not two doors down from where I was. Suddenly, I heard the door to my room squeak open slightly on its hinges, and turned around to face my mother Erica standing there before me. She had a desperate look on her face and her eyes looked red from crying. My Mom had shut the door behind her, which was good from my point of view.
"Is it true? Did you just fuck Inga?" she asked me, point blank, straight to business. I stared at her for a long moment… damn her to hell, but Inga must have told her what happened. I could deny the truth, and try and play my Mom's own misgivings about the other woman off to my benefit… or, there was always the option of coming right out and telling everything straight up.
"What? Who told you that? Well, first, let me explain… we have more important things to deal with than the fact that I gave my step-aunt's pussy and ass a bit of a stretching!" I told her sharply, trying to get her to listen to me and to hear about all the things Inga had revealed to me before about Roger knowing the truth… that, I knew, would sidetrack her from the other issue VERY quickly!
"Inga did! She came straight out of her room completely naked and almost barged right into me. I was hoping that I could avoid her completely for a day or so, but no luck… and then she just comes right out and gives me a blow-by-blow of what my fuckin dirty scumbag son goes and does behind my back!"
Well, I was really starting to see red by the time Mom had finished her rant… there was NO excuse in my mind for this lip service she was dishing out to me, no matter what I was supposedly responsible for. I knew that I could still get her to shut up, the best way I knew how. A bit of a throat-gag, with my big fat man-tool! Fun and productive at the same time, I thought with a devilish smile.
"Look, Mom, I'm a man and I have my needs… besides, you're my own mother for Christ's sake, and you're married, so this is really nothing you should be outraged about!" I snapped at her. I could immediately see the fury in her face crumble away into a look of real hurt, and this in turn had an affect on me. However, I was determined to push this feeling of weakness down and suppress it until the fleeting emotion died. "And right now, with my gorgeous love standing right there in front of me, looking all vulnerable and sexy, I'm feeling those urges again…"
I dropped my towel to the floor, and stood before her, naked and proud. My dick was still slick with dried girl-cum and the juices of Inga's tight brown heinie-hole… and I had the perfect idea for where I wanted it to go next! Looking up from my outthrust cock to Mom's face, I could the lust and longing burning in her eyes, and knew that she wanted just what I did. But her mind told her 'no', and so far, her brain was wining out over her desires…
"Mom, I'm truly sorry if I caused you any pain by what happened between Inga and I, it was a mistake and now I realise it… but I'm here now, I love you, and my cock needs your mouth, your pussy and your ass," I said to her. I tried to reach out for her, but at first she flinched away from my outstretched hand when it brushed against her arm. I held it out for her, and slowly, tentatively, she reached out and took my hand in hers. I could see that she wanted to be with me, to love me and be loved in return, so I took her into my arms and held her against my naked body because that's what she wanted, what she needed…
I kissed her softly on the mouth, pushing my tongue fleetingly into her mouth and waiting until she began to kiss me back a little before continuing on from there. I felt Mom's full, voluptuous body pressing up against my own naked form and, as one would only have expected, this had quite an affect on my sex drive.
Soon enough, I was quite hard again, with my upturned cock pressing in against her stomach. I let out a low moan as Erica's cool, strong fingers grasped hold of my outthrust member, and she started to work the foreskin backwards and forwards… I groaned out loud, and arched by back as the insistent pleasures of her hand-job coursed through me.
"Get down onto your knees Mom," I told her with a smile. "I want to feel this big, fat cock of mine sliding down your throat again!"
She grunted, a barely audible affirmative, and dropped straight down onto her knees on the carpeted floor in front of me without delay. I fondled her full, massive tits through the front of her flimsy shirt, and looked over behind her back to have a good long look at her ass, so nicely defined by the super-tight pair of white riding shorts Mom liked to wear a lot around the house.
My cock lunged a bit more in her palm, and she sighed. I could feel my very own mother's hot breath on the tip of my prick, and the sheer notion of it was intensely arousing in and of itself… this whole damn escapade in general, despite the heightened drama and emotional stress of it all, was highly erotic.
I watched as Mom stared at my cock, seemingly mesmerized. She weighed it up in her right hand, letting it fall a little from her grasp and marvelling at the way it straightened up into its natural, upturned arc, because of its erect state. I was a little impatient to get things started, but knew that it was best to let Mom have her way with my prick, at least for a minute or two… she was quite obviously in the mood, also, so I knew my wait would be a short one and I would soon be rewarded considerably for my patience.
Mom's tongue darted out for the briefest of moments, making contact with the tiny little pee-slit opening on the mushroom-shaped head of my schlong, causing me to let out a sharp cry of pleasure as my cock surged with arousal. She moaned and moved forward to take the first couple of inches of my dick-meat into her mouth, but then she stopped and stayed completely still. I looked down at her and saw that she was already staring up at me with her big, saucer-shaped eyes.
Her tongue was darting around my prick inside the clamping, moist confines of her mouth… Mom was also producing a good deal of saliva in her mouth, and making sure to push it up around my cock, to get it all nice and slick. I felt a bit of it sliding out of her mouth and down around my wrinkly, hefty ball-sacs, and let out a low sigh when I even felt a little bit of it dribbling down past my groin and around to near my wrinkly butt-hole. It made me shudder in passion… my mother Erica in turn could feel this through my prick, and with this unmistakable sign of my approval of her work, went about redoubling her efforts.
She sucked on my cock like a Hoover vacuum cleaner, and her tongue swept incessantly around its full length and girth, enjoying the bountiful tastes and textures of my love-rod with the appreciation of a connoisseur of fine pricks. I felt her right hand reach out to cup my balls, squeezing and tugging on each one in turn to elicit a response.
I grunted with pleasure, then shoved my dick back a little harder than usual down Mom's throat, making her gulp loudly and almost gag. Pre-cum was flowing out of my prick constantly now, and Mom was struggling to drink back as much of it as she could.
I knew that she had probably tasted the remnants of both Inga's pussy and asshole as she'd started sucking on my turgid member, and this turned me on to a very considerable degree. I loved being nasty with my lover, and with Mom, the nastier and more depraved that we got, the better it was and the stronger, at least in my own mind, our love became…
Mom bounced forward and backwards on my prick, sucking it into her mouth, then allowing it to slide back out again as I withdrew. I could tell by the look in her eyes as I shoved my prick into her mouth that I was perhaps going down her throat just a tad too far, but my lustful, self-absorbed NEED to get myself off was far too strong an urge to be easily denied.
As I was about to cum, the door suddenly swung open, and there, right in front of me, was Roger Thompson, with his sister Inga standing a bit further down the hall. He stared at me for the longest time, as Mom, with her back to the door and her attentions otherwise occupied with trying to coax out as much of my spunk as she could to gulp down into her stomach, continued on with sucking my dick.
I couldn't get any words out, though I tried to tell Mom to stop doing what she was doing and to turn around to see what I was confronted with, but I could only croak when I tried to get the words out, and I couldn't back away from her because I was fixated to the spot by my stepfather's piercing gaze.
My orgasm started to rip out of me regardless, and I shot three long, torrid bursts of dick-sauce straight out of the tip of my pulsating peter and down my mother Erica's tight throat. She ran her tongue around the full length of my prick, then dug the tip of it into the tip of my Johnson, sort of fucking the tiny little piss-slit with the very tip of her tongue. I grunted and groaned, and managed to push out a little more cum onto Mom's tongue for her to savour and swallow. But all the while, my eyes were locked on Roger's, and his too were hooked on mine.
After a couple of moments, when, after licking and kissing my cock clean of my copious discharge, she saw that my attention was firmly fixed on something else besides what she was doing to me, Mom knew there had to be something drastically wrong and turned around to take a look at what had my attention so engulfed. When she saw that her husband was standing there in the doorway, his face an impassive mask of neutrality, with his smug sister Inga lurking around behind him determined to see both of the Thompson outsiders fall, Erica almost passed out with delirious fright.
"Well, this isn't very appropriate activities for a mother and son to be engaged in, now is it?" Roger asked impassively, moving slowly into the room towards the two of us. I slowly, steadily began to back away from his advance, as too did Erica after rising up to her feet and moving closer by my side. "Erica, what the hell do you think you're doing? You're giving your own son a blowjob? Just what have you two been up to while I've been away at work, huh?"
"Oh shut the fuck up, Roger!" I shot back, startling both my step-dad and my mother with the brazenness of my outburst. That was exactly what I wanted… an opening. Now, to press the advantage! "Inga told me all about your relationship with her, she was quite boastful about it, before she seduced me and I took your lover in every hole. You're not much of a man, now are you? Both of the women closest to you end up being used by me… I'm a fucking stud and you're a hack, and that's just the way things are!"
That really pissed Roger off something major, as I was half-expecting it would… but quite frankly, if he wanted a confrontation, I was happy to oblige. He let out a primal roar of rage, and just came running straight at me, hands clenched, his right arm moving back for a swing at me. I went into action very quickly indeed, first shoving Mom over towards my bed quite roughly, so she was safe and out of the way, and then rolling back lightly onto the balls of my feet, so I could move and react at a moment's notice.
When he was close enough, I moved TOWARDS Roger's fist, which was something he didn't expect, and his forward motion faltered for just the very briefest moment. That was when I struck, ducking right under his thrown punch at the last moment and striking upwards hard as he went part me into his undefended side.
My fist smashed into Roger's ribcage and I was pretty sure I broke at least a couple of ribs with the punch. He staggered against the blow, and then dropped down hard to the floor beside me. Not wanting to take any chances with more of a fight, I struck down again with my right fist, connecting with the back of his head and, quite plainly and simply, knocking him out cold with the blow. There was no need for any follow-up punches, because he was out like a light…
Inga let out a horrified cry and rushed into the room, tears welling in her eyes for her brother and lover… I wondered if she was trying to get close to him for his money, because I really didn't believe Inga, the woman that she was, could ever truly find love and happiness at all in her life. But she was definitely concerned for her sibling. She hugged his limp form tightly to her, cradling his head in her lap. She looked straight up at me, her hands covered in my stepfather's blood from the broken nose I'd given him, and there was pure murder and embittered rage burning in her eyes.
"Wherever you hope to go, Roger will find you and make you both pay with your hides!" she spat.
"Oh, I'd suggest to Roger, when he comes to, that it'll be better for all of us if he just allows us to slip away with my Aunt… if he, any hired thugs, or the police come hassling us because of you or my stepfather, I've got enough goods on his and Steven Beckham's shady dealings to put them both away for a very, VERY long time…" I replied, quite calmly and with total conviction.
But I was really only playing on a hunch, and my heart was thumping away in my chest at a mile a minute. But the horrified look in Inga's eyes was more than enough confirmation of my guess to satisfy me, and it took a good deal of effort to keep my face straight as I stepped past the both of them and make my way to the door out to the room, followed grudgingly by my mother, Erica, who was confused, scared, and worried for her husband…
…Or, soon-to-be ex-husband, I thought to myself with a broad smile.
I filled Erica in with my thoughts about what had happened and my deductions about things that I didn't quite know for sure, and she came to the same conclusion I did… something more was going down that the Thompson siblings seemed to be a part of, seemingly with Steven Beckham and possibly his wife, Jasmine, as well.
We had hinted that we knew more than we actually did… hopefully the implication of exposure if hindered would keep the dogs of war at bay. But it was a dicey chance to take, knowing that the axe could drop at any moment and never quite being able to live in peace…
"So we'll be basically running, for the rest of our lives…" Erica said as she headed down to her room, to start packing for our departure.
I moved along with her, deep in thought. There had to be a way out, I kept telling myself over and over, THERE JUST HAD TO BE… and then, with a flash of inspired genius, it hit me in the blink of an eye. When I explained it to Mom, she started to smile, then the smile turned into a broad grin that stretched across her entire face. The idea was agreed upon, and I started to think about how best to set things in motion…
# #
Two weeks later, and in a small beachfront condo on the very southern tip of the Florida mainland, I sat out on the front deck, looking at the sun rise up from the eastern horizon, seemingly from out of the dark blue waters of the Atlantic Ocean itself, with a beer in one hand and a cigar clenched in my mouth. I had the Miami Post stretched out in front of me. There was a smallish article in the bottom left corner of the paper – must've been a slow news day for it to make front-page – that had me in the mood for a bit of a celebration, so I'd lit the cigar and brought out the beer despite the early hour.
Roger Thompson and Steven Beckham had been caught trying to cross the border with Canada after their taxation forgeries and false accounts were exposed – their scheming and selfish profiteering had single-handedly ruined the business the two men had founded, leaving their partners and shareholders financially devastated. Their women, Inga Thompson and Jasmine Beckham, were found, quoting the ranking officer who had moved in to arrest them all, 'in compromising circumstances'… and it had a smallish photo of four people being led away from a motel in handcuffs with sheets thrown over their nude forms. This made me smile… the pricks probably thought they were home free, so they were engaged in a pretty heated orgy when the cops stormed in on them! How apt that was, a perfectly suitable way to end things!
It was a shame about Jasmine, though… I was sort of hoping she wouldn't have been involved. But I was glad that they nabbed her, too, because she was. Reading on, it seemed that, in order to protect their criminal activities worth many millions, they'd killed two people to cover up their work. So the women were going away for quite some years, while the men were possibly looking at the death sentence… thank the Lord they'd been taken into custody on the US side of the border, too!
I must have gotten in touch with Professor Franklin, the head of the criminology faculty at my old college back in Jersey, just in time, and he was able to pass the information quickly along to his contact in the FBI, to get the Bureau moving on my step-dad and his business partner, Mr Beckham. They were already moving towards the northern border, to flee out of the country, when the dragnet closed in on them.
I took a long puff of my cigar and leaned back in the chair, to contemplate life. Bob O'Malley was coming down for a visit in about a month, which was good…. I'd neglected my friend for a while there, sadly. And Charlie had promised to stop by with Mandy before the wedding… I had been invited, as well, and it was being held up in New York. I was looking forward to that. I absentmindedly rubbed my semi-hard cock as I thought of Mandy, and what I was looking forward doing to her when they did decide to drop in. I had still yet to introduce the two of them to my Aunt and Mom…
We had learned the good news from our new local General Practitioner a couple of days earlier… the Doc had confirmed the home pregnancy test. My mother Erica was pregnant! We were all ecstatic, over the moon with joy.
Aunt Yvette was more than happy to move down to Florida with the two of us, and she was really loving having the two of us under the same room as her, sharing a bed between the three of us, fucking like jackrabbits every time the mood too us. It was a perfect slice of heaven, the way the world was meant to be for man and woman… we had little to worry about, because both ladies had been wise enough to scrounge away sizable sums of money for their retirement nest-eggs. This was a good enough chance as any for retirement… an early retirement, away from the Northeast, from all that we knew and were comfortable with.
It was time for something new. Now, with the two women that I loved more than anything else in this world, I was pretty darn optimistic about life, and what the future would hold for us… after all, we had been through our fair share of excitement for quite a while. It was time to live happily ever after…
THE END.
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