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Auntie Em Ch. 01

By: MILFhelper



Most everyone who knew her called her by her given name; Emma. To me, she has always been "Auntie Em."

Auntie Em was my mother's younger sister. Lived just down the road from us. Ours were the only two houses on that road for nearly a mile in either direction. We weren't hillbillies or nothing like that. We enjoyed living far away from the hustle and bustle of city life. 

Granny Jan and Granpa Jim were killed in a tragic car wreck when I was ten. Being as they were the only children from that marriage, Mom and Auntie Em split the inheritance right down the middle. No animosity between those two. They had long ago become best of friends. Family moved out here soon afterwards. We took this house. Auntie Em and her six cats took the other one. "Lots of pussy in that house," Dad had once joked. Mom didn't think it was so funny and she told him so. To my knowledge, Dad never said anything like that again. Leastways, not around me.

Auntie Em was tall. She was about five feet and eleven inches of perfectly built female flesh. Thirty-seven years old and not an ounce of noticeable fat on her. And, man, was she stacked! Had tits out to here. I have wanted to see them fun-bags in their entirety since I was seven years old.

Me? I'm Aaron. I just turned eighteen a few weeks ago. Graduation day had come and gone already. I was just marking time until summer was over and I could go to college. I had chosen the one in the nearby town of Parkston. Dad not being in the greatest of health these days, I had decided to stay close by so I could help with the chores.

Then I got the bad news. Dad's heart was failing. He needed to be in the hospital. His doctors wanted to run some tests. Tests that were not available in Parkston. So Mom and Dad decided to rent the house and the ten acres that surrounded it to a couple from church. They would move to Dallas, Texas and rent an apartment there so they could be closer to a "proper" hospital where Dad could receive his treatment.

At first I was more than a little bit pissed. How could they do this to me? "But what about me?" I asked Mom. "Dallas is more than a thousand miles from here and in a completely different state. I've already committed to Parkston Junior College. If we move, I'll end up having to wait until next year to get started on my education."

Mom wrapped her arms around me and held me close. "I know, baby." She always called me "baby." "Don't you think we've thought long and hard about this situation? The doctor says your father needs to be somewhere he can get the treatment and the rest he needs before they do a heart transplant."

I shed a tear. Mom was right, of course, but still, I wondered how I would fit in to their plans. She kissed me softly on my forehead, then held me at arms length and looked me in the eye. "You can stay with your Aunt Emma. She said she would enjoy the company. You can stay in the spare bedroom. We'll even leave the Camry behind so you'll have something to get around in."

"Oh, Mom," I gushed. "How could I be so selfish? I know you wouldn't be doing this if it weren't necessary. I'll be happy to stay with Auntie Em."

Mom pulled me close and kissed me on the cheek. "I knew you'd understand. And it won't be forever, you know. Just until your father recovers. We'll be back before you know it." She let go of me. "You have to get your stuff together and I've got to get things ready for the movers. They'll be here in two weeks."

Two weeks passed by quickly. Almost before I knew it, Auntie Em and I were standing on her porch waving goodbye to Mom and Dad. I turned to go inside. That's when I noticed Auntie Em crying silently. I hugged her. "It'll be okay, Auntie Em. They'll be back."

She pressed closer, causing those amazing breasts of hers to press against my chest. Damned if I didn't get an instant boner! "I know," she told me. "It's just that.........It's just that we've seldom been apart since we were children. She's always been there for me." Auntie Em sniffled and then she rubbed those tits of hers against my chest once again. 

I groaned. I felt like I was going to cum right there on the spot! I backed away from her and headed for the door, hoping I could hide my hard on from her. I practically ran into the bathroom. Closed the door and locked it behind me. I pulled down my pants and my shorts at the same time, grabbed my aching stick of man flesh and began to pump. About five strokes later, I was sending a geyser of white spunk onto the bathroom floor. I stood there panting, lost in an imaginary world where my Auntie Em's fun bags were swaying back and forth in front of me unencumbered by clothes of any kind. No blouse, no robe and no bra.

My reverie was interrupted by a knock on the door. "You okay in there, Aaron?" my Auntie asked. I nearly died on the spot. Damn, but that was a close one. Did she know what I had done? How should I act when I emerged from the bathroom. I decided I would act as though nothing had happened. What else could I do? 

"Yeah," I gasped, still feeling euphoric from my sudden and massive orgasm. "I had to pee really bad. Couldn't hardly wait. Be out in a couple of minutes." 

"Well, when you finish, I want to see you in the living room. We need to talk."

I grabbed a wad of toilet paper and began wiping the floor. When I finished, I dropped it into the toilet and flushed. Pulled up my shorts and pants and opened the door. I made my way into the living room. Auntie Em was sitting on the far end of the sofa, a stern look on her face. She patted the cushion next to her, indicating that I should sit beside her.

I sat down next to Auntie Em, nervously clasped my hands together and held them between my knees. I feared the worst. I knew I had acted rashly and impulsively, but what else could I have done? Stand there on the porch and cum in my pants? That would have been even more embarrassing.

We sat together in silence for what seemed like forever, me with my hands between my knees and my heart pounding; her breathing deeply and slowly as if she were still trying to figure out what she was going to say. 

"I know why you ran into the bathroom so quickly," she said. I gulped and opened my mouth to speak in defense for what I had done, but Auntie Em put a finger to my lips.

"Wait," she whispered, "until I finish what I'm about to say. Then you can speak." 

"That does it," I said to myself. "Put a fork into me and turn me over. I'm done."

What my auntie said next took me completely by surprise. "It's okay," she cooed. "Boys do that all the time. Grown men do it too. It's a natural thing. It helps relieve stress."

My eyes widened. Relief spread throughout my body. "You're not mad?" I asked timidly. 

"No. Just angry."

"What's the difference, Auntie Em? Angry. Mad. Sounds the same to me."

"You don't get it, do you?"

I shook my head. "Get what?"

Auntie Em hugged me tight. I felt one of those magnificent boobs of hers pressing into my shoulder. Damn! Another instant boner.

"Maybe angry is the wrong word," she said. "But I can't think of any other way to describe how I feel." Auntie Em pulled away from me and placed one hand on my knee. "I'm not angry at you." She rubbed my leg, going higher with each stroke. She was getting dangerously close to my rock hard cock.

"If you're not mad at me, them who are you mad at?

Auntie Em took a deep breath and held it. She spoke as she exhaled. "I'm upset with myself," she said.

I arched my eyebrows. "You?" I questioned. "Why are you mad at yourself?"

Auntie Em took another deep breath and straightened her shoulders. "Promise me what I'm about to say will never reach your mother's ears."

"I promise."

"Your father's either. Nobody is to know about this but you and me." 

I unfolded my hands and took her hand in mine. Our gazes locked on each other's. "I promise. Cross my heart."

Auntie Em spoke quickly. "I'm upset for two reasons. One, because I know I caused you to get stiff. Just like you are now."

I looked down at the tent in my jeans. I know I blushed. I could feel my face getting red. She pulled her hand from my grasp and placed it back on my leg, a mere inch or two from my cock. "Number two," she said as she grabbed my iron hard rod, "I wish I could have been there to see you finish up."

Did I hear my Auntie Em correctly? I must have. Otherwise, she wouldn't be holding my man flesh the way she was. Hell, if she wasn't serious about what she had just said, she wouldn't have her hand anywhere near my stiffy. We wouldn't even be having this conversation. Son-of-a-bitch. What was going to happen next?

Auntie Em stroked my erection. I tensed. "If you don't stop, you might just get your wish."

Auntie Em smiled. "Well, then. I guess we'll just have to stop." I can't say I wasn't disappointed when she stopped stroking my boner and moved her hand to her own lap.

Auntie Em stood and offered her hand to me. I took it and used her for leverage to get to my feet. "Follow me," she said. "It'll be much more comfortable doing this on my bed."

Suddenly, I was out of breath. My mind dizzied with all the possibilities. Whatever happened, I was sure I was going to enjoy it. "Does this mean what I think it means? I asked as I followed my auntie down the long hallway toward her bedroom.

Auntie Em stopped and turned to face me. She smiled coquettishly. "You can answer your own question when we're done." I felt my pre-cum leaking into my shorts. I was way past being horny. I was nearly out of my mind. My cock was on fire, burning with incestuous desire for my Auntie Em. 

We entered the bedroom and for some odd reason, I closed the door and locked it. Auntie Em turned to face me and sat on the edge of the bed. She expertly and almost frantically unbuttoned my pants, pulled down my zipper and slid my pants to the floor. I stepped out of my jeans just before she kicked them out of the way. 

Auntie Em grabbed the tent in my shorts and caressed the head of my dick with her thumb and the first two fingers of her right hand. "Hmmm," she said. "Nice" She kissed my soldier through my shorts, pushed her lips over her teeth and moved her face back and forth over the engorged head of my cock several times. She licked her lips and said, "Verrrry nice." I could feel her breath on my member. I was thankful I had cum just a few minutes ago. Otherwise, Auntie Em would already be getting some serious protein in her diet. Not the pre-cum. The real stuff.

Auntie Em put her hands in the waist band of my shorts and pushed them down. Down over my throbbing cock and down to my knees. They fell to the floor and in the blink of an eye, they joined my jeans halfway across the room. She grabbed my cock in both hands, lifted it up a bit and licked the underside from my balls to the head. She repeated this process several times and then moved on to my balls. She took the right one in her mouth and sucked softly, all the while licking that wrinkled, cum-filled sack until I thought I would pass out. She did the same to the left one. How I managed to keep from cumming, I'll never know.

Auntie Em stood up. "Lay down," she said. "So we can do this thing right. And take your shirt off." 

I quickly complied and soon I was laying on my back, naked as the day I was born, watching my Auntie Em taking her clothes off. Her body swayed to a beat that only she could hear as she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. When the last button was undone Auntie Em turned around and bent over. She flipped her skirt up over her ass and spread her legs wide and wiggled her butt. She was wearing the prettiest pale blue granny style panties I have ever seen. 

Auntie Em stood up straight and slowly slid her blouse off her shoulders and down her arms. It fell to the floor, revealing a bra the same color as her panties. She stopped moving and turned her head in my direction. Looking over her right shoulder she asked, "Wanna unhook it for me?"

Did I ever. I moved to the edge of the bed and stood behind her. My hands felt like clubs as I fumbled with the hooks. Finally, I succeeded in getting them undone. I reached around her and grabbed her breasts in my hands as she shrugged her bra off. I was in heaven! 

We stayed like that for several moments, my hands full of her tits and my cock pressed against her backside. "Oh, that feels good," Auntie Em said. Then she turned and playfully shoved me back onto the bed.

Finished with the slow dancing she quickly took off the rest of her clothes. Auntie Em climbed up on the bed beside me, her panties still in her hand, carefully placing the gusset over my nose and mouth. "That's the smell of desire," she said. 

She let me smell the aroma of her sex for a while and then threw her panties to the floor. She then lowered her magnificent mammaries until they were pressing against my cheeks. "You've wanted to see these puppies for quite some time," she said. "Haven't you?"

At first, I couldn't speak. I just nodded my head, wrapped my arms around her shoulders and pulled her closer, burying my face between those two orbs of delight. When I did gain my voice, my words squeaked out so low they were barely audible. "Oh yes," I said. "Hell fucking yes!"

Auntie Em began kissing her way down my body, stopping at each of my nipples, giving them a tongue bath before continuing her journey. She reached my navel and spent quite a bit of time licking and kissing it. Finally she reached my pubic hairs. Once again she grabbed my fuck stick in her hands and licked it from one end to the other. When she reached the top, Auntie Em would give the head of my pole a playful little nibble before licking her way back down to the root.

I groaned with wanton desire. The next time she nibbled I squeezed my hips together and pushed upward. Her lips slowly parted and the head slid into her mouth. She used her tongue to lick around the head of my cock a few times before she allowed me to push it in a bit further. Several sessions of cock licking followed before I managed to get it all the way into her mouth. 

Auntie Em momentarily gagged when the head of my penis slipped into her throat. She swallowed a couple of times and I was over the edge. The first of five spurts of baby making juices shot down her throat before she had time to pull back. She looked up at me and winked as the next four spurts shot out on to her tongue. A couple more weak dribbles and it was over. I had cum in my aunties mouth. My own mother's sister. I laughed nervously.

"What's so funny? Auntie Em asked as she lay beside me with her head in my arms.

I ran my fingers through her long dark hair. "Nothing, really."

Auntie Em tickled my ribs. "Must be something," she said. "Did I do it wrong?"

"Oh, no," I said as I tweaked her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. "You were perfect. I was just thinking. Mom sure wouldn't approve of this, would she?"

"Well, Mom ain't here," she said. "So, I guess we'll never know, will we?" She took my cock in her hand. "Hard already?"

"Never went down," I told her.

"Such are the joys of youth," Auntie Em said. "I guess that means you're ready for another go around."

I pulled Auntie Em over on top of me and kissed her long and deep, our tongues battling each other for supremacy. My cock jerked in her hand. "What do you think?"

Auntie Em smiled and rolled over onto her back. "It's your turn to satisfy me," she said, her hand still wrapped around my dick.

The End

Auntie Em Ch. 02



I lay beside my auntie, panting like a dehydrated dog on a hot summer day. She had just given me the most amazing blowjob I have ever gotten. I doubt seriously if anyone will ever be able to do any better than her. I was weak and exhausted from the ordeal. I had been on the receiving end of several hummers from several of the high school girls I had dated in the past, but they paled in comparison to what I had just experienced at the hands (or should I say mouth) of my own Auntie Em. My own mother's sister lay next to me, waiting for me to return the favor. She didn't have to wait long.

I climbed over Auntie Em and knelt between her legs. I grabbed my shaft of steel and aimed it at her glory hole. I pressed my cock against the entrance to her love tunnel, a little more than just anxious to get inside. 

"Whoa," she said. Auntie Em gave me a sexy smile. "You're getting ahead of yourself."

"But, I thought..."

"This ain't one of your drive-in movie dates," she said as she pressed her finger to my lips, indicating that I should be quiet and listen to what she had to say. "A woman needs more than just a couple of strokes and a thank you. She needs to know that she is loved and appreciated."

"But I love you, Auntie Em. I always have and I always will. And I do appreciate what you just did for me."

Auntie Em smiled again. The look in her eyes let me know that she loved me with more than just a family type of love. "Are you a virgin?"

I shook my head. "Gosh no, Auntie Em. I've gone all the way with more than a few girls when I was still in high school."

Auntie's voice turned sympathetic. "I take it that you've never went down on a girl before."

I was a bit puzzled. "Went down?"

Auntie Em's eyes widened a bit. "You mean to tell me that despite all your conquests, you've never licked a girl's pussy?"

I lowered my chin to my chest and looked downward. My cock was slowly wilting. "No, Auntie Em, I haven't. I never did. None of my dates ever asked me to do anything like that."

She held out her hands and I fell into her grasp. I rolled off her and lay beside her on the bed. She turned to face me. "You poor boy," she said sympathetically as she rubbed the back of my head with one hand and stroked my man flesh with the other. "No need to feel embarrassed. It's just that you've got a lot to learn about pleasing a woman and I think I'm just the one to teach you."

My cock sprang back to life. Once again it was a throbbing rod of steel in Auntie Em's hand. "Will you, Auntie Em? Will you?"

She gave my cock a squeeze. "Only if you quit calling me Auntie Em." She said. "As intimate as we've already been with each other and as we continue to be even more intimate together, I think you should start calling me Emma."

"What about when Mom comes home?"

She laughed, a throaty little laugh that exuded sex and desire. "Then, I think it would behoove the both of us to go back to the relationship we had before your mother and father left for Dallas."

"That will be hard," I said.

Auntie Em laughed again, squeezing my dick as she did. "It already is."

I blushed. "You know what I mean." 

Auntie Em looked at me with desire written all over her face. "In the words of that country song several years back, 'shut up and kiss me.'" 

I turned and pressed my lips against hers. Her tongue quickly found its way past my lips and over my teeth. I could taste my own cum. It didn't taste as bad as I thought it would. In an instant our tongues met, dueling once more as though our very lives depended upon the outcome. Auntie Em and I groaned simultaneously as I began sucking on her tongue. When I released my suction her tongue quickly retreated back into her mouth, allowing mine to become the invader. We battled back and forth like that for quite some time, sucking on each other's tongues like there was no tomorrow. 

Auntie Em pulled away and lay on her back, both of us panting loudly. "Wow," she said breathlessly. "You sure know your way around a woman's mouth!"

I knelt over her and began licking and kissing the nape of her neck, occasionally moving up the sides of her neck to suck on her earlobes. I treated each side of her neck with tender loving care. Once when I sucked a bit too hard, Auntie Em told me to be careful. "Don't want to leave a mark, hon," she said. "Them old biddies at church have enough to gossip about as it is."

I kissed her on the chin, moved upward and trapped her lower lip between my own lips, sucking it into my mouth. "Uhmmmm," she moaned as she wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me closer. "So, so good," she breathed huskily. "So good."

I moved up and licked behind her left ear. This caused her to groan even louder. After paying homage to her left ear, I kissed and licked my way across her face and did the same thing to the right ear. Then I began my downward journey.

I licked every inch of Auntie Em's skin on my way to her breasts. I paused just long enough to take a deep breath before I continued. I licked the tops of her mountainous mammeries. I licked and kissed the sides. I then lifted each one in succession and licked the undersides, paying particular attention to the creases where her breasts met her chest.

Auntie Em wiggled beneath me. "Uhmmm," she groaned. "You do that so good. I almost feel like I could cum."

Hearing her say that spurred me on. Me? Making my Auntie cum? My pecker flexed repeatedly. I left her bountiful boobs and made my way to her belly button, wetting her stomach with my saliva as I went. Auntie Em's whole body jerked and twitched noticeably when I wiggled my tongue around inside her navel. I guess she'd had enough of that because she arched her pelvic region as she pushed my head away. 

"Time to claim your prize," she told me, her voice dripping with lust and desire.

I felt her pubic hairs brush against my chin. Unlike the sparsely covered twats of my high school conquests, Auntie Em's mound was covered with a dense, but well groomed, blanket of dark black hair. Made me hornier than a two peckered billy goat, it did. 

Auntie Em reached down and spread her pussy lips apart. "Stick your tongue in there," she said. I did as I was told.

"Now fuck me with your tongue," she told me.

Being inexperienced as I was in the art of cunilingis, I was a bit unsure of exactly what she wanted me to do. But, not wanting to come across as a complete idiot, I did what I thought would satisfy her. I began sawing my tongue in and out of her hole. Sometimes slowly and sometimes fast. On the back strokes, I would curl my tongue and drag it across the upper part of her hole. On the down strokes, I would stiffen my tongue and forge straight ahead. 

I must have been doing a right good job because Auntie Em grabbed both of my ears, stuck both of her legs straight up in the air and screamed like a banshee. Her whole body convulsed uncontrollably. I stopped what I was doing and looked up at her. Her eyes had rolled back to where I could barely see the pupils. She pulled my face into her cunt until I could hardly breathe. 

"Don't stop! Don't stop!" she yelled. "I'm almost there!"

I resumed licking at the altar of her womanhood, her legs still straight and her toes pointing to the ceiling. Auntie Em was still twitching all over when she began pumping her legs like she was doing sit-ups, her feet touching nothing but the air above us. She would lower her legs until her heels bounced off my shoulders and then, up they would go again, stiffen and come back down.

"I can't stand it," she yelled. "I can't stand it."

I stopped once again and tried to pull away, but she tightened her hold on my head and squeezed her thighs together. I couldn't move. 

"Keep going, Aaron, baby," she cried. "Keep going! Fuck your Auntie with that golden tongue of yours! Fuck me until I die!"

I continued pleasing my auntie with my tongue for what seemed like hours. I was tired, but I was enjoying myself too much to quit. My mother's sister must have had at least a dozen orgasms. Finally, her body gave one last huge jerk and her legs fell like a hammer onto my back. She mewed like a kitten as she continued to twitch. It was like an earthquake had occurred inside her and now the aftershocks were taking control.

Auntie Em loosened her grip on my head and I pulled away from her hot box, my face covered with her juices. I licked my lips several times. Auntie Em sure tasted delicious. I swiped the palm of my hand over my face and across my chin, gathering her love offering as I went. I licked my hand until I was satisfied I had gotten it all.

I raised up on my knees, moved over and lay down beside my still trembling auntie. There were tears on her cheeks. "Are you okay, Auntie......? I mean Emma. You're crying. What's wrong?"

Auntie Em scooted closer. She caressed my face. "Oh, Aaron, honey. Nothing's wrong. These are tears of joy."

I kissed her softly on her nose. "For a moment there, I thought I'd done something wrong."

"No, baby, you did everything right." Auntie Em smiled weakly. Are you sure you've never done this before?" 

I held up my right hand. "Scout's honor," I said.

She blinked slowly. Her voice slurred almost as though she were drunk. "I......haven't cum......like that......like that since your......your......mother......" Her voice trailed off and her eyes closed. Auntie Em had fallen asleep.

I was tempted to try and shake her awake and ask her to finish what she was saying about Mom, but Auntie Em had been through quite a bit. After all, she'd cum more than a dozen times that I could count. Probably more than that.

What about my mother? My mind whirled almost out of control thinking about the possibilities. I could come to only one conclusion. The idea was mind boggling. Was Mom and Auntie Em......? No. It couldn't be. Mom was so prim and proper. Never dressed provocatively. Never. My man flesh began to swell. The idea that Mom and Auntie Em were lovers was making me horny all over again. I made up my mind to find out. How I would go about doing it, I didn't rightly know. I fell asleep with my stiff cock in my hand. 

The next thing I remembered was Auntie Em standing near the bed, her hand on my shoulder, shaking me gently. "Wake up, sleepy head. It's almost time for dinner."

I blinked and rubbed my eyes. "Dinner? What happened to lunch?"

Auntie Em laughed. When she did her breasts swayed heavily beneath her robe. "Lunch has come and gone. All that activity has made me ravenous with hunger."

I blinked again and stared at her chest. Damn, those were some wonderful looking fun bags! I sat on the side of the bed, my feet on the floor and shook my head to clear the cobwebs.

I pulled her to me. She came willingly and sat in my lap. She wiggled her hips on my boner and giggled. "You always hard like this?"

"I am when you're around."

"So I've noticed."

Then Auntie Em turned serious. "You okay with what happened between us?" she asked.

I hugged my auntie. "Of course I am, Emma. Why wouldn't I be?"

She nibbled at my earlobe. "Well, for starters, we're family. You're my sister's son. In case you haven't noticed, society frowns on incest."

"Society be damned," I said. "How can what we did be wrong when we both enjoyed it so much?"

"Just the same," Auntie Em told me. "I don't want to hurt you in any way."

I kissed her lightly on her forehead. "I feel the same way about you, Auntie......Emma. I think I would curl up and die if I ever hurt you."

She ran her fingers through my hair. "Let's make a deal, then. If either of us starts to feeling trapped we'll let the other one know. Deal?"

I reached my hand inside her robe and squeezed her tit. "Deal," I said.

Auntie Em jumped out of my lap. "Good," she said. "I'm glad that part's over with." She clapped her hands together. "We have time to take a shower before we head into town."

"Town?"

"Yes, town. I'm taking my new found lover out to dinner."

I stood and followed Auntie Em into the bathroom where I helped her out of her robe. She started the shower to running and waited until the water had warmed sufficiently before stepping in. It was one of those glass enclosed showers with a bench on the far side.

"I like it," I said as I closed the shower door. 

Auntie Em grabbed the soap and handed it to me. "Wash my back," she said. "And then I'll do yours."

"What about the front?" I joked.

"We'll get to that soon enough," she said as she turned and stepped under the flow of water. It was a bit hot for me. I always took a shower with water that was barely warm enough to feel the difference. But who was I to complain? Here I was in the shower, naked with the sexiest woman I knew. And I was washing her back.

I slid the bar of soap all over her back, lathering her up good and proper, then I began to massage my way from her neck and shoulders down to that sexy little cleft where her ass crack began and back up again. I positioned Auntie Em to where the water would rinse the soap off of her and handed her the soap.

She gave the soap back to me and said, "You forgot to wash my ass."

Once again I began scrubbing and massaging; both cheeks at the same time. Then I ran my fingers up and down her crack. Auntie Em wiggled her hips and pushed her ass towards me, making contact with my big, hard boner. I about shot my load right then and there.

I decided to tease my auntie. I started caressing that area of skin between her twat and her ass hole with my forefinger, occasionally stopping to press against her little brown eye. When I did, Auntie Em would wiggle her ass and moan something unintelligible. 

On the next pass I pushed my finger inside that little hole to the first knuckle and wiggled it around just a bit. Auntie Em began to shiver all over. She pressed the palms of her hands against the wall of the shower to keep from falling, grunted loudly and shivered some more. 

I pulled my finger out of her bunghole and placed the soap in its holder. I pressed against her, grabbed her tits and played with her nipples until they were rock hard. Meanwhile, my fuck stick was sliding up and down her butt crack as if it had a mind of its own. At this point, I figure it did. I was too consumed with lust and desire for my mother's sister to have a rational thought. I continued humping Auntie Em's butt crack until I felt myself getting ready to cum. Reluctantly, I pulled away from her, turned her around and kissed her deeply. Damn, if I weren't enjoying the hell out of this!

Auntie Em was the first to break the kiss. "Your turn," she said huskily. "Turn around."

I did as I was told. Auntie Em began scrubbing my back much in the same manner as I had done for her, rinsed the water off and began scrubbing my ass. She reached between my legs and caressed my balls for a couple of seconds before she started rubbing from behind my nut sack all the way to my asshole!

I was getting close to cumming myself. I was about to tell her so when her finger found my poot chute. In one swift motion she jammed that finger into my poor unsuspecting ass hole all the way to the last knuckle!

The tip of her finger found my prostate gland and caressed it with the tenderness only an expert like Auntie Em could muster. I couldn't hold back any longer. I was over the edge once again. "Aaaagggghhhh," I screamed as I shot what felt like a gallon of my white, sticky cum on to the shower wall. My screams got louder and louder as each spurt twisted my nuts into a frenzy. Gradually, my screams became softer and softer until they turned into whimpers much like that of a puppy that's cold and hungry.

Auntie Em pulled her finger out of my butt and laughed. "Turn about's fair play," she said. 



Auntie Em Ch. 03



It was so surreal standing naked in the shower with my Auntie Em, knowing that it was her, my mother's sister, my own flesh and blood that had gotten me off without even coming close to my peter. Her caressing of my prostate had left me temporarily exhausted. That was just one of the many orgasms I hoped was in store for me at the hands (and mouth and pussy) of this wonderfully amazing woman. WOW! It was so hard to fathom.

"I love you Emma." I whispered as I turned to face her. I tenderly caressed her breasts and then pushed them together until her nipples were nearly touching. I bent my neck and took both of them in my mouth at the same time, swirling my tongue around them until they were hard as diamonds. I nursed for several seconds before I let them go.

Auntie Em's eyes were glazing over as she stood there swaying from side to side, cooing and caressing the back of my head. I grabbed the bar of soap and, without any urging from my auntie, began soaping her front. The water washed away the soap just as soon as I would apply it. 

I cleaned her big, bountiful boobs and gave her stomach a good cleaning also. Then I started on her hairy mound. Satisfied that it was clean, I lathered up my hands, palmed her pussy and began a slow, rubbing motion. 

"Uhmmmmm, baby," she moaned. "You're making your Emma feel soooo good." 

I went to my knees and with the thumb and forefinger of my left hand, I spread her lips apart and began cleaning the outer edges of her love pot.

"Oh, yeah, nephew," she said. "Keep it up. You're doing great. You're making your Auntie tingle all over."

I pulled my left hand away from Auntie Em's outer lips just as I pushed the middle finger of my right hand into her glory hole. Auntie Em let out a high-pitched moan. This was new territory for me. I had never done anything like this before, but I figured if she liked having my tongue inside of her she would surely enjoy the ministrations of my finger. 

I slowly pushed my finger in to the hilt and, just as slowly pulled it almost all the way out. I kept doing that same thing. In and out. In and out, gradually picking up speed until my hand was not much more than a blur. Auntie Em backed up a bit. I followed her all the way across the shower, finger fucking her as we went, until the back of her knees touched the bench. She sat down, leaned her head against the wall and pushed forward until her ass was balancing itself on the edge of that bench.

I slowed the pace and stuck my forefinger in her cunt alongside my middle finger. Auntie Em's pelvis jerked uncontrollably. Then it hit me. I was fucking her pussy with my fingers and, at the same time, she was fucking my fingers with her pussy!

"Yes!" she cried. "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Fuck me," she commanded. "Jam those fingers in my pussy until they come out my ass!"

Once again, I increased the pace.

"Oh, God, Aaron," she screamed at the top of her voice. "Don't stop! Pleeeease don't stop. You're making your auntie feel better than she has felt in a long, long time!"

I knew she was cumming when she went rigid as a board, trembling as though she were having an epileptic fit. I stopped what I was doing and was withdrawing my fingers when she grabbed my wrist and held on tight, not letting me move my hand so much as an inch in either direction.

"Don't take them out," she pleaded. "Keep them in my pussy. I want to show you another way to make a woman cum."

I complied with Auntie Em's wishes, all the while wondering to myself about how many ways there were to please a woman. I'm guessing that the different ways would number into the millions. Maybe as many as there were stars in the sky.

"Turn your hand 'til your palm is facing up," Auntie Em began. When I complied, she continued. "Push your fingers in to about the second knuckle and bend them just a bit." I did what she asked.

"Aaaaahhhh," she moaned. "Now press the tips of your fingers to the upper lining of my vagina." 

I must have pressed a bit too hard because Auntie Em told me, "Easy Aaron. Not too hard, now."

I relaxed my fingers until they were barely touching the wall of her vagina.

"Feel that small area of rough skin?" she asked. 

It took me a couple of seconds but I did find it. I nodded my head and told her, "Yes."

Auntie Em shuddered just a bit. "Oh, yeah," she hissed. "You found it all right." When that first shudder passed through her body, she told me, "Now, massage that area verrry gently."

I began to massage what I later learned was my Auntie Em's g-spot. I continued until another orgasm overcame her and she was convulsing like she was starving for a single breath of air.

"Oh, my god, Aaron," she said through clenched teeth. "You are such a quick learner!" Auntie Em grabbed my wrist and pulled my fingers out of her pussy, brought them to her lips and sucked her juices off them.

"Most of the time I squirt a bucket load of fluids," she said. "For some reason, I didn't this time."

"Did I do something wrong?" I asked.

"Oh, no, baby. Not at all. I think that was my most intense orgasm of the day."

I smiled as I edged forward until my cock was pressing against heaven's door. This time, I was not going to be denied. "I'm glad," I said, as the head of my lodge pole entered into her vagina.

"You're so tight," I said as my lips sought hers. "And warm, too."

"As tight as your little high school girls?" Auntie Em asked.

"Tighter," I moaned as I shoved another inch inside her love tunnel.

"That's it, baby," she hissed through clenched teeth. "Slow and easy. Slow and easy. I'm not used to having a cock in me like that."

I eased myself into Auntie Em's tight velvety sheath until I could go no further. The tip of my penis bumping up against her cervix sent hot shivers of delight throughout my body. I knew I wasn't very long, but it seemed as though me and Auntie Em were a perfect match for each other. I remained still for several seconds, basking in the glow of our first union. I backed out a ways, paused and pushed back in.

Auntie Em managed to get her legs between us and rest her calves on my shoulders. "Damn, but that feels good!" she cried out rather loudly. Then her voice became husky and low. So low that I could barely hear her. "Keep going slow, sweet baby. Keep going slow. Let your auntie get used to the feeling of a cock filling her cunt. That's it, honey. Slow and easy."

I took it slow and easy. I was enjoying this encounter as much or more than Auntie Em. Damn, but this was so much better than fucking those immature girls I had been doing it with. At that moment, I vowed to move heaven and earth to be with Auntie Em forever! I was growing very addicted to mature, older women. Especially this mature, older woman. I wanted to fuck her forever.

I lost all track of time. The world could have come to and end and I wouldn't have known it. I was too busy making love to my mother's sister. Just the thought of fucking my own auntie made me shiver all over again. 

"That's it, honey," Auntie Em moaned. "You can pick up the pace a bit if you want."

I started pounding her pussy like it was on fire and mine was the only hose that could put the fire out. Back and forth. Back until just the head was trapped inside that velvet vise of hers. I would pause for a micro second and then slam it back home, burying my fuck stick to the root. Each time I could feel Auntie Em straining to meet my thrusting lance as it pounded her cervix mercilessly. 

"Yes!" she screamed. "Fuck your Auntie. Fuck her hard! Show no mercy! Fuck me, fuckmefuckmefuckme!"

I looked down at Auntie Em. Her eyes were closed and her face wrinkled up into a grimace. Her big mountains of tit flesh were swaying like trees in a category five hurricane! The force of her pussy pushing up to encase my pounding cock was nearly knocking me out of the saddle. I grabbed her tits in both hands and held on as best as I could. To gain further control of the situation I pushed my upper body forward until Auntie Em's legs were the only thing that prevented our shoulders from touching. 

Still I kept pounding into her like there was no tomorrow, but I knew it couldn't last forever. I could feel my balls churning; struggling to release their latest load of hot baby making goo. The thought that I could possibly impregnate my beloved Auntie Em briefly entered my mind, but was gone before I could finish my next stroke. 

Auntie Em screamed out her pleasure. "Close!" she yelled. "I'm getting close!" 

I yelled back at her. "Me, too Emma! I'm gonna cum any second now."

She yelled even louder. "Aaaiiiieeee! Give it to me, Aaron! Pound my pussy into submission! Ohhhhh! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck me raw! God, it feels so fucking good! Fuck me, baby! Don't stop now!"

I had no intention of stopping. "Yes Auntie. I'm so close! I can feel my cum boiling inside of me."

The thought of making Auntie Em pregnant forced its way to the front of my mind. I started to pull out so I could cum on her belly, or her tits, but she stopped me when she yelled for me to keep on fucking her. "Give it to me," she cried loudly. "Let me have it. Cum inside my hot box!" 

Auntie Em must have been reading my mind because the next thing she said was, "I don't care if I do get pregnant. I want your baby. I want to feel your son growing inside me."

Wow! This was almost too much. Auntie Em wanted me to knock her up. I had no time to give this idea any rational thought. My nut sack began churning and pumping my sperm up through my urethra and out of my cock. 

"I'm there, Auntie Em. I'm flooding your pussy with our baby. Can you feel it, Auntie Em? Can you feel my seed entering your womb?"

"Oh, yessss, baby," she replied. "I can feel every drop of your baby making spunk hitting the bull's eye!" Shot after shot after shot of my hot sperm pounded the opening of her cervix. I must have squirted a dozen times. I don't know for sure, 'cause I lost count after the fifth one.

Meanwhile, Auntie Em was loudly announcing the arrival of her own massive mind-blowing orgasm. "I'm there, baby!" she yelled at the top of her voice. "I'm cumming. God, it feels so fucking good! I'm cummmmmmmmmmmingggggggg!"

Suddenly, the walls of her vagina clamped down on my iron rod and began squeezing the life out of me. "Ohhhhhhh!," she screamed. Then she was still. Except for the rhythmic squeezing of my cock, I would have thought she was dead.

I stopped squirting. No more man juice on this go around. But I kept my cock where it was, willing those feelings of sexual delight to continue. I had never been fucked like this before in my life. Them young girls would never get this cock inside them again. From now on, it belonged to Auntie Em. It was hers to do with any way she so desired.

Auntie Em's eyes fluttered open. Her vaginal muscles finally stilled, she looked at me in a way I could only describe as love. Pure unadulterated love. I knew without asking that she was mine for as long as I would have her. For me, that would be forever.

"Damn," she said softly as she caressed my face with both hands. "You sure know how to use that big stick of yours, don't you? I'm gonna have to figure out a way to keep you around for a while. A long while."

"I'm yours, Auntie Em. For as long as you want me."

She quietly and lovingly chastised me. "Emma. Remember? It's Emma."

"I forgot, Auntie Em. I mean Emma. I just got caught up in the moment. Sorry." By now, my cock had deflated and had slipped out of Auntie Em's pussy. I backed up and pulled her upright in front of me. Our lips locked together in another mind bending kiss that got me aroused again. I pushed my half hard cock playfully against her mound. "Want to go again?" I asked her with a smile on my face. Truth was, I probably couldn't have performed again if I had swallowed a hundred bottles of Viagra.

Auntie Em stroked my pole a time or two and then pushed me away from her. "Surely, you jest," she said as she smiled, showing me that she was playing also. "I couldn't go again right now if my life depended on it. You nearly fucked me to death."

I laughed along with her, reached out and pinched her left nipple lightly. She tried to slap my hand away from her tit, but I was too quick for her. It was already by my side.

Auntie Em laughed again. "Quit, now," she said. "We're already late for our dinner reservations."



Auntie Em Ch. 04



We finished our shower and hurriedly got dressed, Auntie Em in her room and me in mine. We went casual as there were no dress up restaurants in Parkston. Just Ruby Lee's Steakhouse. Usually no reservations were necessary, but this being Friday night, the place would be packed. Hence, the reason for reservations. 

I was mildly disappointed that Auntie Em had to cover those fantastic fun bags of hers. Too bad we couldn't have gone au natural. Would have been fun seeing the looks on everyone's faces. Talk about fodder for them old biddies from church!

I'll have to admit that Auntie Em looked sexy as hell in her fluffy blue skirt and white blouse. She had on nylons, too. I didn't know if they were thigh highs or pantyhose. I was confident that I'd find out before the night was over. Those dull black flats she wore didn't do a whole lot for her, but who cares? I wasn't interested in her shoes anyways. Me? I wore an old faded pair of jeans, a pair of nearly new tennis shoes and a gray polo shirt.

We headed out to the Camry Mom had left for me to drive. I held the door open for Auntie Em. For some reason she was acting shy. Kept her skirt from riding up when she sat down in the passenger seat. A bit disappointed, I closed the door, went around to the driver's side, piled in and started the car up. Gave it a couple of seconds for the oil to circulate before putting it in gear.

"What color panties you wearing tonight?" I asked as we were pulling out of the driveway and onto the road.

Auntie Em gave me a sweet, innocent looking smile. "You'll just have to wait and find out."

"I hope it's those shiny black granny style ones," I told her.

She tried her best to act indignant and insulted. Did a pretty good job, but I wasn't buying it. Not after what we'd been doing for most of the day.

"And just how in the world would you be knowing anything about my underwear?" she asked. "You been snooping around in my room when I'm not there?"

"It ain't exactly a secret, you know. Anybody who drives by on laundry day can see them hanging on the line just a flying in the breeze."

Auntie Em grunted. "I still think you snoop around where you don't belong when I'm over at your mother's."

I raised an eyebrow. "Can you prove it?"

"No, but your mother has the same suspicions about her underwear. Are you a pervert or something?"

I laughed heartily. "No, Emma, I'm not a pervert. But I'll tell you the truth about the underwear thing if you'll answer one question for me. Okay"

Auntie Em put her hand on my thigh. "Depends on the question."

"Be serious, Emma. You have to promise to give me an honest answer."

"Okay," she said. "But, you first. Do you dig around in me and your mother's underwear drawers?"

I nodded my head and quietly answered in the affirmative.

Auntie Em grabbed the bulge in my pants and gave it a light squeeze. "I can't hear you. Tell me again."

"Yes," I said, a bit louder this time.

"I thought so," she said. "That would explain why some of my panties go missing and show up in my hamper a day or two later." She giggled for a second before continuing. 

"So that's your spunk soaking the crotches!" she said, looking as though a light had just been turned on inside her head. "I thought it was your father's. I seldom thought about you being the culprit."

Dad? First Auntie Em hints around about Mom and now she mentions Dad. I was beginning to think that this family had some major skeletons in the closet.

I hardly ever made excuses for my actions. That wasn't my style. And tonight was no exception. I just stated a simple fact. "They look and feel so sexy."

"But why soil them like you do with your cum?"

"'Cause I would fantasize about taking them off you and fucking you until you can't walk straight. I had to have something to shoot my spunk into."

Auntie Em adjusted her seat belt. "Okay," she said, as she massaged my steel tempered rod. "I guess I understand. Now then, what's your question?"

We were pulling into the restaurant parking lot when Auntie Em finished talking. "We're here," I said as I swung into the nearest parking space. "Let's get something to eat before our stomachs sue us for neglect. Then I'll ask you."

Auntie Em squeezed my cock one last time before we exited the car and went inside. I came (no pun intended) within an inch of starting the car and going back to Auntie Em's. Damn, but I wanted that woman so badly!

Once we were seated at our table, the waitress brought us our menus. I ordered a t-bone steak, baked potato and a small salad. Auntie Em looked the menu over for a few seconds longer before settling on a Cobb salad. We didn't order anything special to drink. Just told the waitress to bring us each a large glass of water.

The place was packed and we were sitting at a table smack dab in the center of the dining area so there wasn't a whole lot we could do in the way of flirting. Once I did manage to take my shoe off and put my foot between her knees. All it took to make me stop and put my shoe back on was one angry glare from Auntie Em.

She spoke in a voice so low, I could barely hear her. "People know us here!" she said. "Do you want this relationship to stop before it even has a chance to get started?"

I shook my head.

"Then settle down, dammit."

I jammed my foot into my shoe and settled back in my chair. "I'm sorry," I mouthed just before the waitress put our food on the table in front of us. The subject was closed. We had more important things to do; like eat!

The rest of the time was spent devouring our food and making small talk about things like the weather and what my plans were when I started college. Auntie Em called the waitress over and asked for the bill. She paid the tab and to the door we went.

Just as I started to open the door for my auntie, someone from the outside pushed it open. In walked a couple who looked to be about the same age as Auntie Em. He was a couple inches taller than me. Thinner, too. His hairline was beginning to recede big time. Less than half of his scalp had any hair left on it. She was a gorgeous looking woman with long, dirty blonde hair. Like Auntie Em, she had tits out to here.

"Emma!" she gushed as they bussed each other's cheek. "How are you? Haven't seen you in church for a while. Everything all right?" She looked me over with more than a passing interest.

"Linda! George." Auntie Em said. "Long time no see!"

I stepped outside to get some fresh air and let the three of them talk. Sure, I was in a hurry to get home and pick up where me and Auntie Em had left off, but since my little indiscretion inside Ruby Lee's I was just as anxious to make sure she enjoyed herself.

I waited patiently for more than fifteen minutes for Auntie Em to come outside. Just as I made up my mind to go back inside and get her, the door opened and out she came. She walked up to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Thanks," she said.

"For what? I thought you were still mad at me." 

She put her arm in mine. We walked through the parking lot to the car. "Just a bit taken back," she said. "What would people say if they saw us flirting with each other?"

"I'm sorry," I told her.

We reached the car. I pressed a button on my key and heard the locks open. I opened the door for Auntie Em and waited for her to get in. Before she did, she kissed me full on the mouth and said, "Thank you, Aaron. Thank you for a wonderful evening." She kissed me again. She was making me horny all over again. "Thank you for being a gentleman and thank you for giving me enough space and time to visit with my friends."

Auntie Em slid into her seat, this time without a modicum of modesty. Her skirt slid up her legs high enough for me to see that she was wearing thigh highs; the "stay up by themselves" kind. I thought I caught a glimpse of that magnificent bush of hers, but I wasn't sure. It was too dark to tell. And the dome light was too dim to see much of anything in great detail. That's when I noticed the bag in her hand.

I had a difficult time getting to my side of the car. My pole was as hard as the proverbial rock and then some. It was even more difficult trying to sit down. I made it though, fastened my seatbelt, looked over at Auntie Em to make sure she had fastened hers, put the key in the slot and started the car. I reached for the gear shift to put it in reverse.

Auntie Em placed her hand over mine. "Wait a minute," she said. "I have a surprise for you."

She handed me the small paper bag and said, "Open it."

I took the bag from her and reached up to turn on the dome light.

Auntie Em stopped me by rubbing my cock through my jeans. "You don't need a light," she said. "Just open it and you'll see what I mean.

I opened the bag and stuck my hand inside, immediately touching something soft and silky. Auntie Em's panties! But what color were they? I closed my eyes, pulled them out of the bag and brought them to my face. Auntie Em's fresh scent wafted up into my nose. Fresh and still wet, they were. I opened my eyes. The glow coming from the dash was all the light I needed to see that they were the black ones I had asked her about on the way to Ruby Lee's!

"What the......?"

"That's what took me so long getting outside," she said. "I decided to go to the bathroom and take them off so I could give them to you out here in the car. That way, you would know for sure that I wasn't mad at you."

I licked the gusset of those beautiful shiny black granny style panties. "You're the greatest, Emma. I love you so much!"

Auntie Em gave my boner one last rub before she took her hand away. "Get us home," she said. "before I rape you right here in the fucking parking lot!"

I don't know how fast I drove, but I do believe I made it home in record time.

I pulled into the driveway, turned off the engine, opened the door and sprinted to the other side of the car, Auntie Em's panties still in my hand. I opened the door for her to get out. Her skirt was still up past her thighs. The porch light caused her nylons to shine like new money. Damn, my mother's sister looked so sexy!

I offered her my hand and she took it. She turned and planted her feet on the ground. I pulled her up and right into my arms. Her lips met mine and before I could say a word, her tongue was on the attack.

I sucked on Auntie Em's tongue, trying to pull it even further into my mouth. My hands were on her thighs, pushing and kneading her skirt up to her waist. The feel of her nylons on my hands sent my mind reeling. I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her against my aching rod and began humping her mound. 

Auntie Em's hands were busy also. She pulled my zipper down stuck her hand inside my jeans, her fingers reaching for the opening to my boxer briefs. A thousand jolts of electricity coursed through my body when she found the object of her search.

"Ohhhhhhh!" I groaned over and over again. "Auntie! Auntie! Auntie!" I was getting dangerously close to busting a nut.

Auntie Em must have sensed it also. She wrapped her thumb and forefinger around the base of my fuck stick and squeezed. I was in misery. I wanted to cum, but yet I didn't want to. Finally, the almost overwhelming urge to pop my load into Auntie Em's hand subsided enough for her to release her grip. 

She pulled that hard stick of man meat through the opening of my shorts and then through the fly of my pants. When the cool night air hit my dick, it began to twitch. I stood there with Auntie Em's mouth locked on mine, my cock in her hand and my own hands full of the most wonderful ass in the universe.

"Fuck me!" she said as she hiked up her skirt and turned around without ever letting go of my cock. She bent over the hood of the Camry and guided the head of my peter to the entrance of her wet, juicing pussy.

"Fuck me," she repeated as she pushed back to capture the tip of my slashing lance inside that velvet lined hole of hers. "I want you to fuck me, Aaron. Right here! Right now! I want you to fuck me 'til I can't stand up."

"FUCK MEEEEEEE!" she screamed as I drilled into her. With one quick shove, I was buried inside my auntie's sweet little pussy to the hilt. Her vaginal muscles were busy squeezing my prick, pulsing to a rhythm as old as time itself.

Then another rhythm began. Each time I pulled away and jammed my cock back inside her, Auntie Em would shove back to meet my oncoming thrust. She had her hand between her legs diddling her clit. Each time my balls made contact with her hot, scalding nether region she would reach back and scratch them ever so lightly.

Despite having drained my balls of their life giving load of man juice more times today than I could remember, I knew I wasn't going to last very long. Judging by the way she was breathing, Auntie Em was just as close or closer than I was. This was fucking! Pure, unadulterated fucking! It didn't get any better than this!

Auntie Em was whining. Low and almost inaudible, it began, quickly increasing in volume until it drowned out all other sound. "Aaaaiiiiiiieeeeeeeeee!" "I'm cuming!" she screamed. "Fuck me raw! I'm cummmmmminnnnnnnggggggg!"

Auntie Em continued to hump back at me as I drove in and out of that hot, creaming, convulsing oven of hers. Her head had turned to where she could look at me, but I doubt that she was seeing very much. Her eyes were glazed over and her mouth was opened, her lips forming a near perfect circle.

"Oh, oh, oh," she repeated over and over again. "Oh, oh, oh!"

My orgasm caught me in mid stroke. Suddenly, my nuts twisted into a knot and my sperm laden cum was being sent up my shaft at warp speed. I stood there trembling, unable to move as my hot steel rod flooded Auntie Em's pussy with what seemed like a gallon of hot, steamy fluid. Fluid that I hoped would produce the first of our several children to come. If I hadn't accomplished that feat already!

My brain continued to send jolts of electricity throughout my body, leaving me weak and helpless. My knees were threatening to buckle under me. I leaned forward and held on to Auntie Em for dear life. Of all the orgasms I'd had today, this one was by far most intense one of them all.

Auntie Em, her mountainous breasts squashed against the hood of the Camry, continued to utter little cooing sounds. Short bursts of air gushed out of her lungs. She was in no better shape than I was. We stayed in that position until my cock had deflated to the point where it would no longer stay inside Auntie Em's hot box of love and our breathing had returned to near normal.

"Oh, my god," she said, once we could both stand on our own. "Where did that one come from?" 

Auntie Em snatched her panties from my hand and pulled up her skirt. My spunk was leaking from her pussy. It was already down past the middle of her thigh. She had to wipe her legs with them gorgeous panties of hers three times before it stopped flowing. Then she did one of the sexiest things I think I will ever see in my whole life. Auntie Em brought those shiny black panties to her face and sucked my cum right out of them!

"I don't know," I said. "I didn't think it could get any better than today, but I guess I was wrong."

Auntie Em hugged me tight, pressing those huge mammeries of hers against my chest. "I'm sure glad we don't have any neighbors close by," I said. 

"We will," Auntie Em said. "A lot sooner than you think."

I grabbed her by the waist and headed for the door. "What do you mean, Emma?" I opened the door. We stepped inside and I closed it behind us. We stumbled to the sofa and sat down, temporarily unable to move another step in either direction.

Auntie Em nestled her head against my shoulder. "Remember that couple that came in Ruby Lee's as we were going out?"

"Yes. What about them?"

"That was Linda and George Medford. They're the ones your mother rented the house to. They're moving in at the end of the week."

"I'll be damned!" I exclaimed. "Maybe that explains why she looked at me the way she did."

"What do you mean?" Auntie Em asked.

"I don't really know," I replied. "It was kind of like she was more interested in me as a man than as a neighbor."

"You think she's pretty?" she asked as she tossed her panties to the floor.

"Yes," I said as I ran my fingers through her hair. "But not nearly as beautiful as you."

Auntie Em smiled and cuddled even closer. She looked at me with those teasing eyes of hers. "Would you like to fuck her?"

I couldn't believe my ears. Auntie Em was asking me if I wanted to fuck that gorgeous blonde that was going to be our neighbor. Does a wild bear shit in the woods? Of course I wanted to fuck her. Just like I was now fucking my mother's sister. But I couldn't tell her that. She might throw me out on my ear. So I told her what I thought she wanted to hear.

"I will never be unfaithful to you, Emma. Never."

Auntie Em looked me in the eye. "That's not what I asked you." She tapped the end of my nose for emphasis. "Now tell me the truth, Aaron."

I inhaled deeply, held it for a couple of seconds and then exhaled. "You're not making this easy for me at all. Are you, Emma?"

She giggled as she tried to tickle me. I was too shocked to hardly notice what she was doing. "Nope," she said. "Ain't supposed to." 

Auntie Em poked me in the ribs again. This time I really felt it and tried to squirm out of the way. "No!" I said, hoping like hell that I sounded sincere. "I don't."

Auntie Em leaned in and kissed me lightly on the lips. "Why not," she asked. "I have."

I nearly fell off the sofa. I gasped, swallowing a ton of air as I did. I felt my cock stirring. Was she telling me this just to see how I would react? Or was she telling the truth? I had to know!

"Well now, pretty lady," I said in my best John Wayne imitation. "Want to tell me what the hell's going on?" 

I burst out in a fit of laughter. In a microsecond, Auntie Em was laughing right along with me. We hugged each other tight until we sobered up.

"Are you serious?" I asked.

"Serious as a heart attack."

"Damn," I mused. "Then the rest of it's true also."

"The rest of what?"

"You and Mom," I replied. "And you and Dad."

"What about me and your mother and your father?" she asked innocently.

"You've been together, haven't you? I mean in a sex......s...s..." Suddenly, I was embarrassed to the point that I was stuttering. I stared at my knees, unable to finish my sentence. Auntie Em finished it for me.

"In a sexual way?"

I nodded weakly.

Auntie Em took my chin in her hands and turned my face until we were looking each other in the eye. "Is this what you were going to ask me on the way to Ruby Lee's?"

I was beginning to accept the fact that my parents and Auntie Em were indeed sexually active. It still boggled my mind, though. I mean, Mom and Dad were so close. Had Auntie Em not revealed this startling fact to me, I would have gone to my grave thinking that my parents were Mr. and Mrs. Prim and Proper America.

I muttered a simple "yes." Then I took her hands in mine. "Tell me all about it," I whispered. 

Auntie Em stood in front of me. "I will," she said. "First thing in the morning."

"Morning?" I questioned. 

"Yes, morning. I'm too tired to think right now. Let's take a shower and go to bed. We'll have plenty of time to discuss this before your parents get home."

"Great!" I said as I playfully pinched her bottom. "Let's go." 

"Ouch," she exclaimed as she grabbed my hand. Then she smiled. "I know what you're thinking. And the answer is no. Tonight, we shower alone."



Auntie Em Ch. 05



I was sitting on my bed listening to my iPod when Auntie Em opened the door to my room. "I'm finished," she said. "Your turn."

I pulled the buds out of my ears and grabbed a towel. "'Bout time," I kidded. "Did you leave me any hot water?"

She wrinkled her nose. "Not a drop. Water's cold as hell."

I snapped my towel at her. Auntie Em shrieked, jumped out of the way and closed the door.

I took a leisurely shower, reveling in the renewal of my senses, my vigor and my self confidence. When I finished I wrapped a towel around me, stepped out of the bathroom and padded quietly across the hallway to Auntie Em's room. The door was slightly ajar so I figured it was okay for me to come in. I nudged it with my knee, causing it to open a bit wider. I stuck my head through the expanded crack and softly called out to her.

Auntie Em looked up from her reading and turned her questioning eyes in my direction.

"Just came in to say goodnight," I told her.

Auntie Em closed her book and placed it on the night stand. "Well, what are you doing way over there?" she asked. "Get over here and say it properly."

Like a loyal dog bringing its owner a newspaper, I rushed to her side. I placed a trembling hand on her shoulder, leaned over and kissed her on her cheek. She lay beneath a white cotton sheet, the smell of her rose perfumed soap emanating from her body. There's nothing quite like the smell of fresh scrubbed pussy! 

"Goodnight, Emma," I told her softly. "See you in the morning." I straightened up and turned away from the bed.

Auntie Em grabbed my hand. "You don't have to leave," she said.

I turned back around. "But you said..."

She smiled and pulled the covers back, revealing her glorious body in full detail. A few small beads of water still adorned her pussy hair. She held out her arms to me. "I just said that we were to shower alone. That's all."

I climbed into bed and quickly pulled the sheet over us. As fast as we melded together, I would have laid odds that we broke all speed records. I indiscriminately planted several light kisses all over her face. 

"Oh, Auntie......I thought you were already getting tired of me."

Auntie Em pressed the entire length of her long, tall frame against me and then she embraced me with a vigor that caused all my fears about our budding relationship to vanish. She smiled as she slid her hand between our bodies and latched on to my cock.

"I'm tired," she said as she kissed me on the nose, "but not tired of you. I could never grow tired of a wonderful, caring lover such as you." She kissed me again, lightly grazing my cheek. She removed her hand from my dick and placed it on my hip.

Auntie Em groaned as she stretched her lithe and supple body to its fullest. "I haven't been fucked that good or that many times in one day in quite some time," she said. "You flat out wore me out."

"Me, too," I responded. "Me, too."

"I knew," she continued as she tweaked my nose, "that if we showered together we'd both want to continue where we left off. I didn't want to disappoint you."

"You could never disappoint me, Emma. Never."

"Just the same," she said as she kissed me again. "I know I'm tuckered out and I'm sure you are, too. Even if you won't admit it."

I gave her an exaggerated sigh. "Okay," I said. "Its just that all of this is so new to me. I don't quite know how to act."

Auntie Em squeezed my thigh and ground her mound against my cock. "That's why I'm here," she told me. "So I can help you sort through all of this."

We settled into a long, sensuous kiss, our tongues no longer battling each other for supremacy. In a real sense, they were making love to each other.

Auntie Em was the one who broke our oral contact. I lay on my back with her head resting on my chest. Uncomfortable? Yes, it was. But I was willing to put up with a little discomfort if it meant I was adding to her happiness.

I don't remember falling asleep, but I do remember waking up. Auntie Em no longer had her head on my shoulders. Sometime during the night we had switched positions and we were spooning. It took me a few long seconds to realize where I was and what we were doing.

My arm was around Auntie Em and my hand was holding on to her tit, gently squeezing it. Her nipple was like a drill bit, threatening to bore a hole in my palm. She pressed her ass against my pelvis and that's when I became fully awake! My cock was buried into that magnificent pussy of hers. We were enjoying a slow sensuous fuck. 

No matter how you sliced it, fucking my Auntie Em was the balm needed to keep me on an even keel. Whether it be slow and deliberate as it was now or fast and furious like we had done yesterday, I could always feel the love and desire flowing between our bodies like the mighty Mississippi River; strong, deep and wide. Almost without bounds.

I had this steady, continual tingling down at the base of my cock. You know the place. That spot where Auntie Em's outer pussy lips flared around my pole each time I hit bottom and started back up again. 

My fuck stick slid lazily in and out her sensuous quim. Auntie Em lay there in front of me breathing steadily as if she were asleep. Every once in a while, though, I could hear her take in a quick breath. When she did she would stop her thrusting and her pussy would spasm around my rod for a half second or so before getting back into the rhythm our bodies had set while we were both asleep.

Then, without any urging, Auntie Em began her story about her first time with her sister; my mother. She spoke quietly, her now husky voice filled with desire. I continued moving my stroking rod in and out of her puss as if we had the rest of our lives to finish this session of unending love making. I listened intently. I had no intention of interrupting her. I didn't want to spoil the mood.

"I was eighteen," Auntie Em began haltingly. "and, like you are now, just out of high school. Your mother was twenty and about to leave for Stanford.

"The day started out like most every other day that summer. We lazed around the pool and talked about boys."

She stifled a giggle. "Man," she sighed. "Did we ever talk about Antonio, that foreign exchange student from Spain. God, he was hot."

Auntie Em continued with her revelation. "Later on in the afternoon, we started preparing for our dates that evening.

Jarrod, my date arrived first, so off we went to a motel where he had already reserved a room."

Auntie Em tensed and stopped moving. A deep breath followed. She let it out slowly and haltingly. I pulled her beautiful body closer and kissed her on the back of her head. "That's okay, Emma," I said as I caressed her breast. "You don't have to continue if you don't want."

A sniffle reached my ears so I released her breast and placed my hand on her face. I wiped her tears and kissed her neck. I didn't think that returning my hand to her breast would be the right move so I wrapped my arm around her, letting my hand rest lightly on her stomach.

My words and actions seemed to have a calming effect on her because she wiggled her rear, causing me to gasp with exquisite pleasure, and resumed her rhythmic thrusts.

She continued. "Jarrod turned out to be a real asshole. Wanted to rip my clothes off and fuck me right away. No concern whatsoever about me or my desires. He was an animal."

Auntie Em placed her hand on my hip and lightly caressed it. "Nothing like you," she said as she shoved her ass into my groin and held it there as if to emphasize her point.

I waited for her to continue. I'll have to admit that I was a bit disappointed when she pulled away, releasing my pulsing penis, and sat up. She turned around to look at me, placed her hands on my shoulders and gently pushed me on my back.

Silently, speaking only with her eyes, Auntie Em climbed over me and kissed me. Softly and gently she kissed me, slowly inserting her tongue into my mouth. I could feel her passion rising as she explored my mouth. I welcomed her invading organ and lightly sucked at it, allowing her to move it around inside my mouth as she willed.

Auntie Em pulled away and for the longest time just gazed at me, revealing an unlimited supply of love and passion in those beautiful eyes of hers. She lowered her face and kissed my chin. She lick her way to my nipples, loving each one of them in turn until they were stiff and hungry. Hungry for more of Auntie Em's special treatment. I arched my back and moaned when she quit her nibbling and licking. I wanted her to continue.

Auntie Em's tongue left a sensuous trail of saliva on her way down my stomach and onto my pubic hairs. She held my hips as she used the tip of her tongue to lick around the base of my aching cock.

She flattened her saliva laden tongue and lavished my towering pole in broad circles as she slowly made her way to the top.

I moaned quietly as she engulfed the head in her mouth and circled her tongue around the crown. Shivers ran rampant throughout my body as she slowly and sensuously kissed her way to the base and back. Down, once more she went, moving on to my nut sack. Another tongue bath ensued before she lifted my balls and licked the skin under them.

Auntie Em trapped my twitching fuck stick in her hand and began stroking it lightly. I raised my ass in the air. "Lick my asshole," I pleaded, my voice full of desperation. "Lick my asshole. Please!"

She dipped her head and pressed the tip of her white hot oral digit against the wrinkled opening to the inside of my ass, all the while continuing with the stroking of my cock.

"Ohhhhhhh," I groaned. "Your tongue feels so hot! So......so......fucking hot against my asshole."

I felt my balls lurch in their sack. I lifted my butt as high off the bed as I could. "I'm getting close," I announced breathlessly. "Emma. Oh, sweet Emma." 

Auntie Em must have sensed my urgency because her mouth had already left my ass and was closing in on the head of my overheated cock. 

My voice rose in volume as I continued to babble on. "I'm almost there! Almost......" 

Suddenly, I could no longer speak. My whole world centered on my aching organ. I could do nothing but moan and groan. My body shook uncontrollably as I felt her lips close around the head. I was already spurting my heavy load of hot juicy sperm before my cock ever touched her tongue.

I grabbed her hair and held on, nearly out of my mind with lust. "Don't swallow," I groaned. "Don't swallow. I want another taste."

My body went as limp as my grandma's dishrag. My legs fell over Auntie Em's back, trapping her beneath them. I was a temporary vegetable. Disabled. Unable to lift so much as a finger, my breaths came in shallow bursts. I had replaced Lou Gehrig as the happiest man on the face of the earth!

Auntie Em continued to lick and suck on my rapidly wilting rod until it slipped from her mouth.

"Whew!" I said. "That was intense!"

Auntie Em extracted herself from beneath my legs, climbed up and lay down beside me. We embraced and kissed. I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, gathered up a load of my still warm juices and brought it back inside my own mouth. 

It was sexy and exciting to see Auntie Em swallow at exactly the same time as me. I licked my lips and we kissed again, my tongue searching the far reaches of her oral cavity for another taste of my jizz. Satisfied that we'd swallowed it all, I withdrew. 

Side by side, we lay in the middle of that big ole bed not saying a word. I was so contented. If Auntie Em had looked at me at that moment, she most likely would have laughed at the huge goober-looking grin that was spreading across my face. My pounding heart was working overtime. I felt weak and lightheaded. How could it get any better than this?

Auntie Em teased my nipple with the tip of her finger. "Was that good?" she asked.

"Oh, yes," I whispered, barely able to speak. 

We fell asleep, entwined in each other's arms. When I opened my eyes an hour or so later, I saw Auntie Em sitting with her back propped against a couple of pillows staring at me. Her eyes lit up when she saw that I was awake. She walked her fingers across my chest from nipple to nipple and back again.

"Thank you," she said, "for being so understanding."

"I told you once, Emma. I'm yours. I guess a bit of understanding should go along with all that, don't you?"

"I guess so," Auntie Em said. "It's just that, besides your mother, I've never had anyone treat me with so much love and respect. Never."

"Speaking of Mom," I said, "you don't have to finish telling me about you and her if you don't want. Not if it's gonna make you cry all the time."

I paused for effect. "But, then again, if a blowjob comes with it, I want you to cry all the time."

She pinched my nipple. Pinched it and twisted it at the same time. "You little shit!" she exclaimed.

"Ouch!" I said as I pulled away from her until I was out of her reach.

"Seems like sex is all that crosses your mind these days," Auntie Em said.

I twisted my face into an exaggerated grin. I didn't know if Auntie Em was serious or not. "Can you blame me?"

"Not in the least, baby. Not in the least." She scooted down until she was laying on her back and then turned on her side, her head propped up on her hand.

"Come here," she beckoned. "So I can finish my story."

We both sat up in bed with a pillow behind each of our backs for support and leaned our shoulders against the headboard. Auntie Em held my hand. "Thanks again, honey. You treat me so wonderful."

"You're worth being wonderful to," I said. "Worth more than I could ever repay." I put all the sincerity I could muster into those three sentences. 'Cause I meant what I said. Eighteen years old and I already knew who I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. And I wasn't just saying that because of all the fantastic, mind-numbing sex I was getting, either. I was more sure about my deep, long-lasting love for my mother's sister than I was about Janet Reno being one of the ugliest woman in the whole USA.

Auntie Em's face fairly beamed after that remark. She dabbed at her eye with a part of the sheet and smiled. "Shut up or you're gonna make me cry all over again."

I shut up and listened to me and her breathing almost in unison. She breathed in slowly and then exhaled. 

"I made asshole take me home. He didn't want to at first. But I told him that I would start screaming rape if he didn't. He got me home alright. Quick, too. Pulled up to the curb, reached across me and opened the door. Practically shoved me out the car. His tires were screaming, he drove away so fast.

"I cried all the way to the door, went inside and locked it behind me. I was alone with nobody to talk to. So I sat on the sofa and talked to myself for the longest. All that time, tears were streaming down my cheeks."

I squeezed Auntie Em's hand and remained silent, waiting for her to continue.

"Anyway, your mother came home from her date, frustrated and cussing like hell wouldn't have her. Then she noticed me sitting just a few feet from her still crying my eyes out. She practically ran over to where I was, sat down beside me and gave me one of the sweetest hugs I've ever received in my whole life.

"'What's wrong?' she asked me. She pushed my hair away from my forehead and told me, 'I'm here baby. Just like always, I'm here.'

"I managed to get my story told in between my sobs. Your mother held me in her arms until I had finished talking. Then she kissed me on the cheek. I felt my face flush. There was something about that kiss that pushed me into another world. A world where I was having feelings about my own sister!

"I turned and kissed her full on the mouth. And, would you believe it? She pressed her tongue against my lips and pushed with such insistency that I just naturally opened my mouth and let it in."

"Damn!" I said to myself. "This is making me hard all over again."

Auntie Em went on. "We broke our kiss, leaned back and stared breathlessly at each other. Your mother gave me a shy little giggle and then she snuggled up against me. 'Looks like you're not the only one with man troubles tonight,' she told me.

"I laughed nervously and asked her, 'And what kind of troubles did you have tonight, Miss Suck-em-down-your throat-and-fill-yourself-up-with-their-cum?'

"We both got to laughing so hard I thought my sides would split. Took us forever to quit laughing. When we did your mother looked at me and said, 'Well, now that we're both in a better mood......'

"She never did finish her sentence. Your mother fidgeted around for awhile, unable to look directly at me. She picked at her fingernails before she finally raised her head.

"'Look, she stammered. 'About...about that kiss...'

"'I enjoyed it,' I told her. I was a bit disappointed when you stopped.

"'Really?' she said.

"'Really. It was nice and sweet and just what I needed.'

"'I've been wanting to do that for the longest time,' she said sheepishly.

"I leaned into her, took her face in my hands and kissed her on the mouth. We swapped tongues and spit for the longest. I cautiously slid my hand up her arm. She moaned softly when I palmed her breast. She placed her hand over mine and held it there. By that time, my pussy was leaking copious amounts of fluid into my panties. They were sopping wet."

Auntie Em reached down and stroked my cock. "Oh God, Emma," I said. "Go on. What happened next?"

"Your mother unbuttoned my blouse, pulled my tits out of my bra and teased my nipples with her tongue."

"Unnnngh," I groaned. "You keep that up and I'm gonna cum!"

Auntie Em took her hand away and continued with her story. "I had a mini-orgasm on the spot. When I caught my breath, I gently pulled her face away from my tits. 'Careful,' I told her. 'Mom and Dad might walk in and catch us. What would we do then?'

"Your mother told me not to worry. 'They're over to the Saunders,' she said. 'You know when they go over there they never come home 'til the next day. Sometimes late afternoon.'

"'Just the same,' I told her, 'if we're going to continue with what we're doing, we might should carry this upstairs to our bedroom.'

"Your mother agreed and quicker than lightening, we were standing beside my bed. We embraced and kissed each other again. All the while, your mother and I were tearing at each other's clothes as if we were in a contest to see who could undress who the fastest.

"Before we knew it, we were both standing naked in front of each other. I nursed on her boobs until her nipples were hard enough to poke your eyes out. I knelt in front of her, kissing her body on the way down. My tongue came in contact with a bush that was just as hairy as mine Maybe even more so."

"Damn!" I groaned, almost afraid to breathe for fear it would trigger another orgasm. "What happened then?"

"She wilted and fell back onto the bed. She scooted up and over until she was laying in the middle of the bed with her legs spread wide."

Son-of-a-fucking-bitch! My dick was harder than I could ever remember it being!

Auntie Em had that far away look in her eyes. Reminiscing about her and Mom's first sexual experience had put her in a totally different world. I could have jammed my cock into her ass without the benefit of lubrication and I don't think she would have felt a thing! I let her continue.

"I fell onto the bed with my face between her legs. I licked her outer lips until they were glistening with my saliva. Did she ever moan!

"I penetrated her pussy and fucked her with all my might. She grabbed my head and held it still while she humped my face. 

"'Emma, Emma,' she cried. Her screams reverberated around the room with such volume and intensity that I thought sure the neighbors would hear and call the police.

"I kept my tongue inside of your mother and waited for her to calm down. She kept on screaming like I don't know what, still calling out my name. I wiggled my tongue around inside her puss until I grew tired, yet I continued to stoke your mother's fires. 




Auntie Em Ch. 05



"Finally, she stopped screaming, her breaths coming in a very irregular pattern. 'Ungh, ungh, ungh,' was the only thing she could say. I guess a full five minutes went by before she could speak with any clarity.

"'Turn around,' your mother told me. 'Turn around and let me at that gorgeous little cunt of yours.'

"I quickly spun around and planted my hairy box firmly on her upturned face. She spread my lips wide and began to return the favor. God, did my pussy start flooding!

"Your mother then licked her way to the top of my box. She placed a thumb on each side of my clit and pushed my lips up and bathed it with her hot and horny breath."

"Clit?" I questioned.

"Clit," Auntie Em said. "Short for clitoris. Sort of a mini cock, if you will."

"Uh, okay," I said, not really understanding exactly what she was talking about. Nevertheless, I let her continue.

"Your mother licked over, under and around my clit until I was mad with desire, aching and burning with an overwhelming need to cum. My orgasm didn't wait very long to announce itself.

"A jolt of electricity rushed through my body. A sudden chill ran up my back. I jammed my face into your mother's pussy. I had my nose buried deep inside her and licked her clit like it was the most delicious lollipop ever. The warmth of her pussy bathed my nose with her smell. The overwhelming scent of her womanly desires was the catalyst for a deep, long and mind-altering orgasm.

"Your mother climaxed again, virtually at the same time as me. Our cries filled the room, one battling the other for the honor of being the loudest. I screamed my virgin little ass off, never once understanding a word of what either of us was saying.

"When we had released all of our tensions and the euphoria of our mutual orgasms had subsided, we turned on our sides and fell asleep in that position, our faces still buried in each other's pussy."

"Damn, that's made me hornier than hell," I said when we awoke a while later.

"I know, darling," Auntie Em told me. "That's why I have something special I want to do for you."

"What you have in mind?"

Auntie Em gave me a wicked smile. "Let's give your wonderful piece of man meat a chance to settle down a bit first." She stroked my arm. "I promise you won't be disappointed."



Auntie Em Ch. 06



Something special, eh? I didn't even try to guess what that would be. I just let things run their course. 

I lay down on the sofa and turned on the TV. Saw a bunch of women playing beach volleyball. That didn't even come close to turning me on the way it used to do now that me and Auntie Em had begun fucking. Can you blame me? That bunch of skinny bitches could never measure up to my mother's sister.

I channel surfed until I stumbled upon "True Lies" with Jamie Lee Curtis and Arnold However-you-pronounce-his-last-name. I've always had a case of the hornies for that woman. Always.

Lucky me! Jamie was standing by the bed and was in the process of taking off her dress prior to doing her pole dance. Every time I watch that scene unfold, my cannon gets harder than a preacher's dick at a teenage wedding. And this time was no exception.

I fell asleep before Jamie could finish her dance. Or was I in a trance. I don't rightly know. All I know was that instead of Jamie Lee Curtis, it was Auntie Em doing the dancing. And, unlike Arnold, I was not hiding in the shadows fiddling with no silly fucking tape recorder. I was sitting on the edge of the bed watching Auntie Em as her body twisted and swayed not more than a foot in front of me.

I sat there on that bed with my cock in my hand. My other hand was under my auntie's slip fondling that sweet sexy ass of hers.

"Like my ass, do you?" Auntie Em asked as she moved just a bit closer.

I answered by grabbing the hem of her slip and shoving it up and over her hips and onto her back. She was wearing those beautiful shiny black granny style panties. My favorites! 

I leaned into her, pushed the right leg band up and nibbled a bit on her butt cheek. Did the same thing to the left one before I yanked them off her. I proceeded to kiss all over those beautiful, well rounded hunkers of hers until they were glistening with my saliva.

She grabbed her lovely ass cheeks and spread them wide, revealing that puckered little brown hole of hers that I'd become so fond of. I licked all up and down that vertical grin of hers. Every time my tongue touched her dirt hole I would pause to pay homage, causing her to shake her ass vigorously.

Auntie Em pulled her slip up over her head and tossed it away. She turned to look at me, smiled sexily and quickly undid the front clasp on her bra.

Those bountiful tits of hers tumbled out in a hurry, they did. Like they were in a hurry to get some loving. Well, that's exactly what happened.

I grabbed Auntie Em by the waist and pulled her close, so close that her cunt hairs were tickling my cock. I held her in place, my thighs resting lightly on the sides of her knees.

I grabbed a breast with both hands and shoved a nipple into my mouth, wrapped my lips around that little brown nub and tickled the tip until I heard her moan.

"Ohhhhh," Auntie Em said. "Suck my titties, Aaron. Suck 'em 'til they hurt."

I switched to the other nipple and continued to lavish my attention on those nubs until they were as hard as my cock. I released my hold on my auntie's mountainous mams, stood and held her in my arms. Let my hands slide down to her ass and squeezed, pulling her to me. 

My cock rubbed against her mound, sending fiery bolts of electricity throughout my body, making my ass involuntarily clench. Twice my ass was twisted into a knot of hot, quivering flesh.

I grabbed Auntie Em by her hips and pulled her up off the floor. Instinctively, I guess, she held my heated organ in place while I slowly lowered her until the head of my penis began to push her outer lips aside as it made its way into her love canal. 

With Auntie Em's bushy mound mingling with my pubic hairs and those wrinkled outer lips settling at the base of my cock, I held her in place, turned around and gently laid her on the bed. She scooted forward as I was pulling back, readying myself for a hard slide into her hot, scalding oven.

It was awkward at first, trying to coordinate our thrusts and withdrawals, but we finally got a rhythm going. I bent at the waist and closed a hand around each of her tits. I rolled the nipples between thumbs and forefingers, all the while pumping my rod in and out of her at breakneck speed.

Her fingers were at her clit, massaging and caressing that little love button like there was no tomorrow. I straightened up, placed my hands on top of hers and pulled them away. 

She groaned in disappointment. "What......"

"Shhhhh," I told her as I placed a thumb on either side of her clitoris. I stimulated her shiny little button, without ever touching it. 

It didn't take long for her groans to turn into moans. Moans of pleasure and desire. "Baby," she said, tossing her head from side to side. "Baby, baby," she kept repeating.

I kept pounding my hot rod into her melting pot until I thought my legs were going to fold under me. I stroked into her velvet lined box a couple more times before I withdrew.

"Don't stop now," she said. "Please don't stop!"

I climbed up on the bed and straddled her face. When she opened her mouth again to speak, I pushed my cock head along her tongue and right into her throat, making her cough and gag.

I held Auntie Em's head in place and continued to ram my woman pleaser in and out of her throat. She grunted loudly each time I entered her wind pipe. All this skull fucking was beginning to get to me. I could feel that familiar tingling way down in my balls that always warned me of an upcoming eruption.

I pulled my cock out of Auntie Em's mouth and, straddling her chest I began to pull my pud. Stroke after stroke, the fires emanating from somewhere deep within my soul built higher and higher. 

"Cum, Baby," Auntie Em told me as she tickled my nut sack. "Cum on your Auntie Em."

"Where do you want it?" I asked in a near shout.

"Anywhere," she shrieked. "On my face. On my tits. In my fucking eyes. Just shoot!"

Five more trips up and down that aching rod of mine and my balls pushed up inside me, twisting and convulsing until my splooge made that familiar journey up my urethra and out the head of my prick.

I aimed for Auntie Em's face. The first shot of my gooey white juices landed on the bridge of her nose and dripped down into her right eye. When the second one hit her lips, Auntie Em pushed her tongue out and licked it all up. Her tongue retreated back inside her mouth. She looked at me and grinned as she swallowed my cum.

The next one, a bit weaker than the first two landed on her chest followed by two more quick bursts of my seminal fluid that landed at the top of the great valley between her mams. 

Auntie Em took hold of my cock and brought it to her mouth. She proceeded to lick it clean of oil and cum. She was making me hard again.

I used my hand to massage my juices into her chest while Auntie Em gathered my splooge from her nose and eye. I offered her my hand and she offered hers to me. "Thought you might still be hungry," I told her with a smile. 

Auntie Em licked my hand until it was wet with her saliva. I took her fingers into my mouth and sucked and licked until I was sure I had gotten all of my discharge. I kissed her neck and then moved up to nibble on her ear.

"Uhmmmm," she moaned. "I'm still so fucking horny. It's like a fire inside of me that won't go out."

"Want me to put it out for you?" I asked.

"Not on your life," Auntie Em said. "I want you to get me so hot that I burst into flames."

I licked my way down to her breasts, tasting the mixture of my cum and the baby oil. Could have done without the oil, but the salty taste of my own baby making juices tasted so good to me that I all but ignored the taste of the baby oil.

Once again I trapped a nipple between my lips and began to tease it with my tongue. I moved a hand to her other breast to keep her other nipple from feeling left out and found Auntie Em's hand already there, rolling and squeezing it while she was pulling the little brown protrusion out as far as she could.

I moved quickly down Auntie Em's stomach and began licking just above the hairline of that lovely black bush of hers. I kissed my way toward her left hip, opened her legs a bit wider and began to caress the cleft between her thigh and her honey pot with my tongue.

Each time I ran my tongue up and down that trembling crease, Auntie Em would emit a high pitch moan that inspired me to keep doing what I was doing.

I licked and kissed my way down her thigh and past her knee, covering every inch of her flesh all the way to her foot where I captured her big toe between my lips and sucked it into my mouth. 

I moved from toe to toe and back again, paying special attention to the areas between her toes. Never did taste any toe jam. 

"Ohhhhh," she moaned. "You treat me so good, Aaron, baby. So, so, so good.

I moved over to her other foot, lavishing even more attention on it. I licked my way up her leg to the crease and, after a minute or two, I moved from there to the top of her pussy lips.

I blew lightly on the hood, causing Auntie Em to shiver and moan some more. She helped her own cause by pulling the hood that covered her clitoris up until that shiny, round little love button had no place to hide. I swear she about passed out the first time I blew on that little nubbin.

I placed my lips around that area until I had created a vacuum where nothing could get in and nothing could get out. The wildly erotic and pungent aroma of her sex was everywhere, invading my senses, urging me to continue satisfying her desires. I proceeded to torture her clit with the tip of my tongue until she was screaming out my name at the top of her voice.

"Aaron, Aaron, Aaron," she said over and over again. "Love my button of desire. Make me go crazy." Finally, I guess enough was enough. Auntie Em put her hands on my forehead and tried to push me away from her.

I ignored her frantic pleas until I felt her body jerk and twist beneath me, shiver and then go still. I had accomplished my mission. I had made Auntie Em cum once more.

I placed my arms behind her knees and pushed her legs upward until they were resting on my shoulders. I pressed the head of my aching fuck stick against the door to Auntie Em's treasure laden cavern and pushed.

"Oh, yes," I hissed through clenched teeth as I hit bottom in one quick stroke."

"Yes," Auntie Em echoed. "Yessssss!"

I held my cock inside her love canal without moving. I wanted to see how long we could stand it. Didn't take long before Auntie Em began to beg.

"Don't stop now," she pleaded. "I want to feel you fucking that pole in and out of my box."

I withdrew until her luscious lips were at the edge of my crown, paused for a second and then slowly shoved it back into her sexy hole, sending electrical signals throughout my body when the head slammed against her battered cervix.

Auntie Em was screaming loudly, forcing long bursts of air out of her lungs and past her lips. "Good," she yelled. "You make it feel so good."

Well, double that sensation for me. No, triple it. The woman was a rarity. My buddies and I had read about it in one of those magazines we hid from our parents, but we all believed it to be something that someone had made up just to get young, horny little lechers like me all worked up. Auntie Em had a snapping pussy.

Once again, I stopped thrusting, resting up for the final act. Moaning and groaning all the time, the walls of Auntie Em's wet box fairly well pulsated around my cock. Staring at the head, her vagina rhythmically squeezed all the way to the root, started once more at the head and back down. 

I could feel the pressure building up in my nut sack and knew that it wouldn't be long before I'd be spraying the walls of my auntie's slick, juice lined canal with another load of creamy baby making sperm. I didn't want that to happen right now so I pulled out of her, causing her to groan in protest.

Auntie Em raised her head and looked at me with those beautiful eyes of hers. "Oh, Aaron, baby. Don't stop now," she said. "You've got to finish me off. Please, Aaron. Please."

Wordlessly, I grabbed her by her hip and turned her over. "Get on your hands and knees," I said.

She did as she was told, thrust her ass back at me and said, "Take me, baby. Shove that cock of yours back inside where it belongs. Take me. I'm yours."

I spread her cheeks wide and spit on her ass hole. Stuck my finger in my mouth for more lubrication and then began to tease that wrinkled brown eye of hers. I spit on her hole once more and then pressed my helmeted soldier against that tiny little hole. 

Auntie Em tried to pull away, but I grabbed her by her hips and wouldn't let her move. "Relax," I told her.

"But, I'm afraid," she said. "No one's ever done it to me back there before."

"I'll take it slow," I told her.

Auntie Em gave her consent by shoving her well rounded ass back at me until the entire head was trapped inside her anus. "Ahhh," she groaned. 

"Am I hurting you?" I asked my auntie.

"Not too much," she replied. She pushed back as I was pushing forward. "Just take it easy until I can get used to it being there."

My cock advanced inside that tight hole of hers, inch after inch until my balls were resting against her pussy and my pubic hairs were pressed tightly against her hips. I held it there, purposefully making it twitch inside her shitter.

Auntie Em's hand moved to her clitoris and mauled it with her fingers until she was quivering with lust and desire. I let it build a bit more before I began sawing my rod in and out her tight hole.

"Slowly," she cautioned. "Take it slow."

It was a different feeling, pushing my rod in and out of Auntie Em's ass. Her sphincter muscle was a lot less pliant than the lips that guarded the entrance to her sex. But I complied with her wishes, taking it slow and easy.

I guess it was no longer hurting Auntie Em because her movements quickened. "Faster!" she panted. "Faster!"

We coupled, my auntie and I, at breakneck speed. The sound of my stomach and groin slapping against her ass reverberated throughout the room. 

"Unhhh," we grunted in unison each time I drove in to the hilt.

Then, Auntie Em's cries rose in volume. "Fuck my ass," she yelled. "Fuck my ass until you cum! I want you to cum in my ass!"

Suddenly, her whole body began to shake violently. Her hand fell from her clit to the bed. Her other arm collapsed under her. Her face and shoulders fell onto the bed, her cries now muffled somewhat by the bedding.

"I'm almost there!" she said. "Cum with me, Aaron. "Cum with me."

The pressure of her sphincter muscle clamping down on my cock as it pistoned in and out of her ass proved to be too much. My balls lurched inside their sacks and all of a sudden I was a goner. I pushed one last time and kept my cock buried in her ass to the root as I shot load after load of my hot juices deep inside her bowels.

Auntie Em completely collapsed beneath me, causing my pole to make a hasty exit. "Oh, fuck," she breathed lustfully as I lay beside her. "I never knew ass fucking could feel so fucking good."

Then I felt Auntie Em's hand on my shoulder, gently shaking me. I slowly opened my eyes. It took the longest time for me to get them focused. Auntie Em was grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

"What's so funny?" I asked, my mind still in a fog.

"Just look at you," she said as she ran her finger through my pubic hairs.

I raised my head and looked down the length of my body. My stomach and groin were covered with my sperm.

"You must have had one helluva dream," she told me as she put her finger to my lips,

I opened my mouth and licked her finger clean. "It was fantastic!" I told her. "Remind me to tell you about it sometime."

Auntie Em smiled again, her eyes twinkling as she winked at me. "It was great." She said. "I came in just as you started erupting. It was so sexy that I fingered myself to an incredible orgasm of my own."

I reached for Auntie Em to pull her on top of me, but she was having none of it.   



Auntie Em Ch. 07



We spent the rest of the day just lounging around the house and not doing much of anything all that constructive. Trying to process all that Auntie Em had told me kept my mind in a fog. Damn! Her and Mom! It was still difficult to believe. 

Of course, I promised not to let on to Mom that I knew what her and Auntie Em were doing. Why wouldn't I make such a promise? I damn sure didn't want to ruin a good thing.

Night time found us sitting together in the swing out on the front porch sipping on cold sodas, snuggled up together and holding hands like the star-crossed lovers we had become.

Hardly a word was being said between the two of us. We didn't have to talk. The way I felt about Auntie Em and the way I was sure she felt about me was too powerful of a feeling to be explained or expressed through mere words. Instead, we communicated by a certain touch or a particular look one gave the other. It was a different kind of lovemaking. Something most folks probably wouldn't understand. It was real and it was palpable.

I would have liked to have stayed out there on the porch with Auntie Em all night, but we were getting sleepy. Auntie Em was yawning and I could barely keep my eyes open. Still holding hands, we stood up and went inside.

We took a slow, sensuous shower together washing and touching each other in those "special" places where we liked to be touched, causing an occasional moan from one or the other of us.

We went to bed and fell asleep in each other's arms, welded together by a strengthening bond of love and trust that could only get stronger in the days to come.

Light was barely breaking over the horizon when I awoke the next morning. Somehow, I managed to extract myself from Auntie Em's embrace without waking her up. I put on my robe and padded down the hallway and into the kitchen.

I set the coffee maker up, plugged it in and turned it on. While I was waiting for it to work its magic I busied myself with scrambling some eggs and frying a bunch of bacon. When everything was done, I poured a cup of coffee and placed the eggs and bacon on a plate. I put everything on a tray I had found beneath the counter and was about to take it up to Auntie Em when she walked into the kitchen looking sexy as hell in her wrinkled sleeping gown and her normally well-groomed hair all in a mess.

She yawned and stretched. "That for me?" she asked.

"Thought I'd surprise you," I replied.

Auntie Em kissed me quickly on the lips and then gave me a big ole hug. "Thank you, Aaron. You're so thoughtful!"

"Sit down, love," I said in a pathetic attempt to sound British. "Feast your eyes on this lovely entrée."

"For me?" she asked in a falsetto voice. "Oh, how can I ever repay you?"

I mimed twisting the end of an imaginary mustache and leered at her. "I can think of a couple of ways," I told her, in a lecherous sounding voice.

Auntie Em continued the charade. She pressed the tips of her forefingers into her cheeks. Her eyes got wide as saucers. "Whatever do you mean?"

"Eat your food," I growled. "I need time to think about it."

She chewed her food slowly. Every couple of minutes she would stick out her tongue and, in an exaggerated motion, lick her lips. Damned if I wasn't getting turned on by all of this!

After she swallowed the last bite of food, Auntie Em finished off the rest of her coffee. She got up, sauntered over to where I was standing on the other side of the table and rubbed her tits against my chest.

"Have you decided how you want to be repaid for this kindness, sir?" she asked, still in her falsetto voice.

"I think I have," I said gruffly. "Follow me."

I grabbed her hand and led her down the hallway and back to the bedroom. "Turn around and take off your gown," I ordered. 

Auntie Em turned around, grabbed the hem of her gown and began sliding it up her long cream-colored legs, sometimes pausing to wiggle her ass before bringing it up a bit further. I groaned in anticipation as it reach mid-thigh. The further up her legs it went, the harder I seemed to get.

When the hem of her gown had uncovered her well rounded ass I grabbed both of her quivering butt cheeks and spread them wide, revealing that little brown hole of hers. I wanted to fuck that shit factory right on the spot, but I resisted the temptation. This morning I had other plans for my Auntie Em.

She continued her slow, sensuous disrobing until she stood in front of me completely naked, her robe wadded up in her hands. She tossed it onto the floor on the other side of the bed.

I made her bend over and watched as those great mountains of hers sunk into the thick, down-filled comforter until they all but disappeared.

"Spread your legs," I told her.

"Oh, dear," she said. "Are you going to take advantage of poor little ole me?"

"Going to do a lot more than that if you don't spread your legs."

Auntie Em complied with my command. "Please, sir. Please don't hurt me!"

Still clutching her big round ass cheeks, I went to my knees and kissed her pussy lips, licking my way from one end to the other. On one downward lick, my tongue encountered a pea-sized nub of flesh that was peeking out from between the upper folds of her pussy. 

My first contact with that part of her anatomy caused my auntie's ass to jerk violently. I licked again and got the same reaction, only stronger this time.

"What is this?" I asked.

"That's my clitoris," Auntie Em said with a low groan. She looked back at me. "My love button if you will. The center of my desire. 

"Most women will love a man forever if he learns to take care of that part of her body. It's one of several places on a female that helps get her in the mood if you treat it right."

I pulled back and used my fingers to spread her lips wide so I could get a better look. "How am I doing so far?" I asked.

"Fine. Just fine. Keep doing what you're doing."

I stroked her clit several more times with the tip of my tongue and then licked her pussy lips and then licked along her skid plate until I reached that little brown eye of hers.

I paid homage to that hot little hole of hers until it was covered with a very generous layer of my saliva.

I reluctantly backed away, knowing that one day soon, the head of my big hard stick of meat would be pushing its way past that tight sphincter muscle, dragging the rest of my cock along with it until it was buried inside her bowels all the way to the root. For now, I would be satisfied to just saw my cock in and out of her steamy love box until I filled it with more of my tasty white spunk.

I rubbed the tip of my steel like rod against the portals of her glory, tracking my pre cum up and down her lips, before I pressed it against her love button. Humping along the furrows of her vulva the way I was caused the head of my cock to continuously stroke her clit. A series of unintelligible moans escaped Auntie Em's lips.

"Oh, Aaron," she gasped. "I love what you are doing, but I want you to do something else."

I ceased my humping. "What's that?" I asked her.

"A jug fuck," she told me. "I want a good old fashioned jug fuck."

"What the hell is that?"

"Jug-jousting. A Dutch fuck. Bunny rubbing. Titty fucking. I want you to fuck my titties."

God, did that ever turn me on. Would Auntie Em ever run out of things to teach me? I hoped not.

"Tell me what to do," I said.

"Damn, nephew, you really are naïve."

"Sorry," I told her, sudden disappointment showing in my voice.

Auntie Em turned and hugged me close. "Baby," she said. "I'm the one who should be sorry. That came out sooo wrong. I chose a very bad way to say I was glad to be able to teach you another way for a man and a woman to express their love for each other."

I bent down far enough to capture the pointy tip of her left nipple between my lips. I suckled like I was trying to milk her dry, all the while rolling the other nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

Auntie Em backed away, sat down on the bed and scooted back and laid her head on her pillow. She turned to look at me, crooked her finger and said in an almost perfect Mae West imitation, "Come up and see me, big boy."

While I was climbing onto the bed, she took a small bottle of baby oil from the drawer of the bedside table. She poured some into the palm of her hand and massaged it into both of her big tits. "Straddle my stomach," she told me.

I crawled up to Auntie Em until her wonderfully flat stomach lay quivering between my knees. She wrapped her long sensuous fingers around my cock and gave it a couple of strokes before guiding it into the deep valley that lay between her breasts. 

I could feel the scorching heat rising from within her very soul as she placed a hand on each of her beautiful boobs and pushed them together, trapping my prick between them. "Now let's do some boob-balling," she said. "Fuck my milk-buckets as if you were reaming out my pussy."

I slowly pushed my prick between those precious orbs, withdrew and pushed again. This was another totally new sensation for me. My cock was consumed by the fiery lust that lurked within me, threatening to erupt at any moment.

I began to go faster, sliding my cock through the fleshy tunnel Auntie Em had created for me.

"Know what a pearl necklace is?" she asked.

Again I admitted my ignorance. "What's that?"

When you're reaming my pussy where do you shoot your splooge?"

"Usually inside your pussy," I answered.

"Same difference when you do a little jug-jousting. You cum on my titties. Or on my chest."

I was really getting aroused with all this dirty talk. Fucking titties seemed like a great way for me to get a nut. What made it seem even greater was the knowledge that I'd be popping off on my auntie's massive jugs.

"Is that what you want?" I asked. "You want me to give you a pearl necklace?"

Auntie Em squeezed her tits even tighter, causing an increase in the friction, which, in turn, caused the fire in my overly sensitive acorns to flare up even higher. I wouldn't be long in cumming.

"Oh, yes," I hissed. "I'm getting close. Real damn close."

"Keep stroking that battering ram of yours between my boobies," she said. "I want that pearl necklace. I want it now."

Auntie Em's unique use of the English language was making my nuts churn. I could feel my baby making juice boiling, threatening to explode any second now.

Then it hit me. Something inside my gonads exploded spewing out a geyser of spunk with such force that it would have made the eruption at Mount St. Helens pale in comparison.

The first shot hit my auntie square on the chin. I exploded again. The second shot wasn't quite as strong as the first, but it still managed to make it to the hollow of her neck. 

Auntie Em released her hold on her milk bags and wiped her chin. She licked my cum from her palm, looked at me and smiled. By that time I was nearly spent. All I could do was dribble. 

I looked at Auntie Em's cum-coated chest with a great deal of pride and satisfaction. I had given her that pearl necklace she had so desperately wanted. Now it was time for me to take some of it back.

I lay down beside Auntie Em and propped myself up on my elbow. I put my other hand on her stomach and let it glide up to her oil and sperm covered breasts. I touched the end of a nipple with my palm and moved my hand in slow, short circles.

I could feel her nipple extending hungrily against my palm, silently begging for more attention as I continued to tease. I slid my hand down the other side of her magnificent tit, through tit valley and up the side of her other breast, captured that nipple between my thumb and forefinger and gave it a light tug.

A few seconds passed and before I really knew it, my hand was gliding back and forth, across her cum-covered chest.

Auntie Em watched me with excitement filled eyes as I gathered up as much of my protein-filled cock-paste as I could get and spread it over her massive ta-tas. When I had finished she licked my palm until she was satisfied she had gotten it all.

"But I wanted some of that splooge," I said, trying my best to sound disappointed.

"We'll just have to make some more, won't we?" I quickly agreed.

I lay down and snuggled up next to her. We lay there for quite a while before either of us spoke.

Auntie Em raised up and looked at the clock on her dresser. "Damn!" she exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" I asked

"It's nearly ten!"

I pulled her to me and kissed her. "Is there anywhere we have to be in any kind of a hurry?"

"Don't you remember?" she asked. "Linda. From church. Didn't I tell you? She's coming over today. Said she'd be here around noon."

I continued playing with Auntie Em's melons until she pushed my hand away. "Come on, now," she said. "I don't want her to see us like this."

"Okay," I told her, trying to look disappointed. "I guess...if I have to."

"Yes, you have to." She playfully shoved me towards the side of the bed.

"Can we at least shower together?"

Auntie Em gave me a sarcastic looking smile. "Why not," she said. "You know what they say; 'save water and shower with a friend.'"

I had to laugh at that one. Had to. Couldn't help myself.

We made it through the shower with a minimal amount of groping and horseplay and got dressed. I followed Auntie Em into the kitchen and help her prepare the meal. I even made a pitcher of ice tea. Okay, it was easy. Mix the water and tea powder and stir. After that you add the ice.

Time flew by faster than I thought. Auntie Em had just taken the meatloaf from the oven when we heard the front door squeaking.

"Yoo hoo! Anybody home?" Linda Medford called out.

"Here in the kitchen," Auntie Em shouted.

Moments later, Linda Medford walked into the kitchen, kissed Auntie Em on the cheek and sat down at the table. She looked straight at me and blew me a kiss. Then she winked and licked her lips very sensuously.

I looked at Auntie Em to see if she had seen what Linda had done. Auntie Em, busy getting the eating utensils out of the drawer, had her back turned.

When things were ready Auntie Em and I sat down to join Linda. I loaded my plate and took a bite of meatloaf and was about to swallow when I felt the pressure of Linda's foot on my knee.

I nearly choked. I coughed and sputtered. Not to mention the fact that my cunt stabber got so hard I thought it would burst. Auntie Em gave me a devilish look. 

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," I wheezed. "Just got some food down the wrong pipe." I looked at Linda. She was licking her damned lips again. I was happy that she wasn't close enough to reach my cum slinger. The crotch of my pants would have been soaked in an instant.

I guess her leg got tired, 'cause her foot suddenly fell away from my knee and hit the floor with an audible thud. Auntie Em looked at me and then at Linda Medford but didn't say a word. Just had that silly little grin on her face like she knew something I didn't.

I should have known something was going on. 'Cause when we'd finished eating lunch we all stood up. Thankfully by that time my cock had wilted considerably. Auntie Em began clearing the table. I started to help her, but she told me she could manage by herself tonight.

"You two go on into the living room and turn on a movie or something. I'll join you when I finish."

I followed Linda into the living room all the while staring at those luscious, well rounded hips of hers as they jiggled like a bowl of jello all the way to the sofa. She sat down at one end and I sat at the other. 

I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. Some guy named Taylor was preaching about sins of the flesh. I changed the channel and saw some fat broad showing her tits to the audience.

"Bring the remote over here," Linda said. "I think I know a channel we can watch."

I brought it over and handed it to her. She took it in one hand and my wrist in the other. She pulled on my arm. "Sit down," she said. "I don't bite......hard."

I plopped down on the sofa beside Linda. I couldn't help but stare at her breasts. Her nipples were hard and poking at her blouse. Any harder and they might have cut right through that thin, summer blouse of hers.

Linda punched a few buttons on the remote and suddenly we were watching the Playboy Channel. Two women were fucking each other with a double-headed dildo. To me, it wasn't all that great. I could tell that the women were faking it just by all the moaning and groaning they were doing. It just didn't sound real. Nevertheless, I found myself sprouting another woody.

"I didn't know Auntie Em watched those kinds of movies!" I said.

Linda leaned over and whispered in my ear, "There's a lot you don't know about your Aunt Emma." She nibbled on my earlobe for emphasis. I came that close to creaming in my jeans. 

All of this; the foot on my knee, Linda Medford licking her lips and winking at me, her nipples threatening to make holes in her blouse, the movie...fuck, just the idea that I was sitting so close to this beautiful woman was causing me to have an itch I couldn't scratch.

I couldn't get up and run to the bathroom like I did before this thing between me and Auntie Em began. I would be too embarrassed to ever look Mrs. Medford in the eye again. So, I fidgeted. I crossed my legs. Uncrossed them. Crossed them again. Put my hands in my lap. Nothing I did was going to hide the lump in my pants. 

"So, Aaron," Linda Medford began. "You want to do something nasty?"

Did I? Was the Pope Catholic? At that time I would have fucked a rabid dog in the mouth if it had meant that I would be getting some relief. 

"N...nu...nu...no," I told her.

Linda pressed her big ole hooters against my shoulder as she leaned over and began to lick behind my ear. "I...I...I'm...uh...t...t...taken," I squealed. 

I tried to get up, but Linda latched on to my love muscle. I shot my load into my pants. I couldn't stop it from happening. I just sat there groaning and quivering, not knowing what to do. 

I was temporarily exhausted. I couldn't move. Not just because cumming in my shorts had made me as weak as a kitten, either. I was paralyzed with fear, afraid of what Auntie Em would say when she found out.

Linda removed her hand from the front of my jeans. I couldn't believe it. My cock was still swollen. It was still making a tent in my pants, refusing my half-hearted commands to shrink and go away.

Linda licked her hand like a dog would drink water, lapping away until she was satisfied that her hand was clean. She smiled as she began to undo my pants. I tried to resist. I really did. But I was still too weak to help myself.

I stared wide-eyed as Linda quickly disrobed me. I don't know how long it took her to get me naked from the waste down. My brain was not functioning well enough for me to form a rational thought. I just remember looking down past my rock hard cock and seeing my shorts, my socks, my shoes and my pants piled up together on the floor. 

I watched helplessly, unable to even voice a protest as I watched Mrs. Medford go to her knees in front of me. My fuck stick twitched franticly as she hovered over it. The closer she got, the more it twitched.

I don't remember everything. My memories of that moment are still not clear. Like a strobe light, things flashed before my eyes, followed by a sheet of darkness. Flash. Sheet. Flash. Sheet. Flash. Sheet.

Linda Medford was between my legs. Her hand was on my steel rod. It was in her mouth, her lips pressed against my groin. I was shooting another load. This time it was in her mouth.

I remember what happened next, though, with crystal-like clarity. Auntie Em was standing over me asking me what in the hell was going on.

My eyes were slow to focus. Slowly, my vision began to clear. Auntie Em was just as naked as I was. More then me. Her blouse, along with her bra, was also missing. Her massive mammaries looked even more beautiful than ever before.




Auntie Em Ch. 07



"I want some of that," Auntie Em told Mrs. Medford.

"I was saving it just for you," Linda said.

Those two Amazon-like women came together in a game of sperm swapping tonsil hockey that seemed to go on forever. 

"Damn," Auntie Em said when they came up for air. "I thought he'd never take the bait."

I struggled to my feet, took the both of them in my arms and kissed them. First Auntie Em and then Linda Medford. 

"I wish I'd known you had baited that hook just for me," I said. "I would have swallowed it a whole lot sooner."

Auntie Em laid her head on my shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Aaron, for being so selfish. It's just that I couldn't figure out any other way to tell you about me and Linda without fear of rejection."

Linda lightly slapped my still rock hard love stick. "Look," she said. "Does that look like he's rejecting you?"

Auntie Em grinned. "Not in the slightest," she said as she took my pole in her hand and began leading me to the bedroom.

"Follow us," she told Linda. "We've got some catching up to do."

I don't know about catching up to anything, but we spent the rest of the day and half the night fucking, sucking and licking each other until we were totally exhausted.



Auntie Em Ch. 08



It was a night to remember. It was for me, anyways. Auntie Em and Mrs. Medford will have to speak for themselves. Can't right now, though. They're sleeping like little babies. I would be, too, but I woke up with this incredible urge to piss. 

I was still luxuriating in the warm afterglow of our long, continuous session of lovemaking. Didn't want to disentangle myself from the arms of those two luscious looking women for nothing in the world. But a full bladder has a one track mind.

Reluctantly, I crawled out of bed and went into the bathroom, stood before the toilet and pissed for a solid year. The more I pissed the more relieved I felt. Left the bathroom thinking to myself, "Always gladder when the bladder is flatter." One of the truest statements ever made. It was around four in the morning.

I didn't want to risk the chance of waking either of them by climbing back into bed so I padded into the kitchen, turned the light on, poured me a large glass of OJ and put a couple slices of bread into the toaster. Buttered up the toast and sat down at the table. Took my first sip of orange juice and began to think on the events of the night before.........

Once inside the bedroom, Auntie Em released her hold on my steel rod, moved over to Linda and practically leapt into her embrace. They kissed, their cheeks hollowed with desire as one sucked on the other's tongue.

Auntie Em's hand moved haltingly up Linda's stomach until it touched her breast. The kissing ceased as Auntie Em broke away and began to undress Mrs. Medford. 

Auntie Em pulled the zipper down and pulled the dress off Linda's shoulders. Linda shrugged as she grabbed her dress at the waist and pulled, all the while twisting her torso back and forth. 

With the dress bunched at Linda's waist, Auntie Em helped her to get it off her hips. I watched it fall to the floor in a heap.

Mrs. Medford was wearing a pink bra. Rose patterned lace adorned the top of each cup. My eyes traveled down to her stomach. 

A bright green thong that did little to hide her sex was quickly pulled down to Linda's knees and on down to her feet. Linda stepped deftly away from the dress and the panties and waited while Auntie Em kicked them away revealing Linda's pubic hairs. What's left of them, anyways. 

Her bush was well trimmed. A rectangular strip of close cut bright red hair lay smack dab in the middle of Linda's mound. Mrs. Medford's drapes definitely didn't match her carpet. Who'd a thought it?

They came back together in a hug. Auntie Em took Mrs. Medford's face in her hands and tilted it up a bit until they were gazing into each other's eyes. My mother's sister lowered her lips to Linda's.

Mouths open, Auntie Em backed away an inch or two. Linda pushed her tongue out of her mouth at the same time as Auntie Em. Their tongues met in the open air and began battling back and forth. Finally, Linda Medford's tongue retreated back inside her mouth. Auntie Em's followed close behind. 

I could tell that these two fantastically beautiful examples of the female form were far from finished with each other so I retreated to the comfort of the soft-cushioned chair that sat in front of my auntie's vanity table.

Auntie Em was slow and deliberate as she grabbed a butt cheek in each hand and pulled Linda even closer. My auntie groaned as Linda gripped hers in return. They ground their quivering mounds together as they broke their kiss and began panting loudly.

Auntie Em hesitantly slid her hand up along Linda's arm and latched onto her breast. She mauled that bountiful orb for the longest time before letting her hand drop to her side. She bent at the knees and moved her mouth towards Linda's nipple. 

Auntie Em hovered over that brown protrusion, blowing short, hot bursts of air against it. She moved closer and began to tease Linda's nipple with the tip of her tongue.

Linda groaned rather loudly. "Yessss," she hissed through clenched teeth. "It's been soooo long." She pressed her hand on the back of Auntie Em's head and pulled her in closer until I feared my auntie would suffocate.

For a long while they both seemed content to stand there in the middle of the floor, Auntie Em's face pressed against Mrs. Medford's big ole milker while Linda continued to caress the back of Auntie Em's head.

When they broke contact, Linda told Auntie Em, "Let's get to the bed while I can still walk."

They all but fell onto that great big king sized bed, coming together as lust stoked their fires of passion to a fever pitch.

Linda groaned and arched her back when Auntie Em continued lavishing her attention on her left breast. Auntie's left hand was on Mrs. Medford's right breast, holding it, caressing it and gently rubbing the tip of Linda's nipple with her palm. 

Me? I remained seated, enjoying the view. For the moment, I was quite content to continue being an observer to the hot, sexy scene that was unfolding before me and continue stroking my cock.

Linda bent her leg and began moving her knee back and forth against Auntie Em's mound. I'm quite sure she was making contact with my auntie's clit because Auntie Em began to shudder all over. She ceased playing with Linda's tits, her body slowly wilting like a balloon with a slow leak. They lay there, Linda panting heavily with Auntie Em on top of her, twitching and shuddering as though she were as cold as hell.

This time, Mrs. Medford was the aggressor. She pushed my Auntie Em onto her back and joined her sensuous frame to Auntie's. She then pressed her lips against my auntie's, shoved her hands between their upper bodies and began to attack Auntie Em's tits.

Auntie Em squirmed beneath Linda, wrapped her legs around her waist, raised her hips off the sheet and joined her mound to Linda's. Pelvis against pelvis, mound against mound, they moved in unison.

I scooted the chair closer to the bed, intent upon getting a better view of these two women. It was difficult to fathom, this idea of church going ladies squirming against each other, their luscious bodies locked together in such a lewd embrace. Put clothes on them and let them walk around in public and you would never imagine them doing such sinful things. You would think they sang in the choir or something.

Despite Linda having twice drained the sap out of me not too many minutes ago, my pussy pleaser had stayed stiff. Once again my brain was sending signals throughout my body asking for relief. I could tell that it wouldn't be very long before it would be begging and pleading for some attention.

Their legs were open and spread wide, revealing two pussies, their lips in almost perfect vertical alignment, weeping profuse amounts of liquid desire.

Mrs. Medford moved down until her mouth was hovering over Auntie Em's right tit like a soaring vulture going in for the kill. She attacked my auntie's milk bag with her mouth, her lips and her tongue. 

I watched as Linda's tongue swirled around the outside of Auntie Em's dark brown areola, leaving a trail of warm saliva in its wake. Then, without warning Linda pursed her lips and wrapped them around the nipple. I could see Mrs. Medford's facial muscles contract and then relax each time she sucked that elongated rubber looking pap into her mouth. 

Auntie Em was squirming like a little kid with a full bladder waiting to get the teacher's attention so she could go to the bathroom, spreading her legs wide and then bringing them back together again. "Oh, oh, oh," she kept repeating in a low murmuring moan. Every once in a while Auntie Em would inject a high pitched "Shit" or "fuck" into her murmurings. 

Linda turned her attention to Auntie Em's other breast, licking and sucking like the world was going to end before she and Auntie Em could satisfy each other's needs. She began slowly kissing and licking her way down Auntie Em's body, soliciting more cries of passion when she poked her tongue into my auntie's navel.

Finally Linda's face was directly over Auntie Em's beautifully full black bush. She spread Auntie's lips apart and buried her nose as far inside Auntie Em's hot, weeping canal as it would go. Auntie Em was trembling as she latched onto Mrs. Medford's hair and gently pulled.

"No," she grunted. "No."

I was puzzled. Why would Auntie Em not want Linda to lick her kitty? Evidently, Mrs. Medford was also puzzled. She lifted her face from my mother's sister and looked up at her.

"Whatsamatter, hon? Did I hurt you?"

Auntie Em had fallen so far into the throes of passion that all she could do was shake her head. She extended her forefinger, pointed it down towards her body and made a circular motion, asking Linda to turn around.

It took a few heady moments for Mrs. Medford to understand what Auntie Em was trying to say. When it finally entered her mind what my auntie was wanting her to do, she spun around and quickly settled her face over the entrance to Auntie Em's cavern of passion.

Auntie Em wrapped her arms around Linda's hips and pulled Mrs. Medford's pussy down to meet her expectant lips. Linda screamed in ecstasy when the tip of Auntie's tongue first made contact with her clit. She hunched her hips and jammed her gate of life hard against my auntie's face just before she returned to licking Auntie Em's pussy.

With an occasional sojourn along Auntie Em's skid plate, Linda's wide tongue lazily licked its way from one end of her slit to the other. Almost uncontrollably, they twisted and squirmed against each other. I could feel the torturous expectations emanating from these two horny women as one tried to scratch the other's itch. 

That was it! I'd had enough. I had to slide my cock into something. It would be a shame if I jerked off into my hand while these two willing, older women were lying on the bed in front of me. But the way they were going after each other, I was hesitant to start anything. 

While I was making up my mind, the two of them rolled over in bed. Now Auntie Em was on top, her face still buried in Mrs. Medford's cunt. It was a wonder they were alive and breathing. I don't remember either of them coming up for air. Not once.

Suddenly Mrs. Medford lifted her face, jammed her pussy onto Auntie Em's mouth and screamed. "I'm doing it! I'm filling your mouth with my juices! Can you feel......"

Linda's body shook violently. Suddenly it went stiff and unyielding. "Unh, unh," she said repeatedly, her voice sounding low and gravely. 

Linda resumed her ministrations. She swiped her tongue erratically on, in and around Auntie's love box. My mother's sister, apparently frustrated at Mrs. Medford's sudden inability to satisfy her, squeezed her hips and hunched her mound upwards.

"My clit," she said piercingly, her breath coming from her lungs in uneven bursts of air. "Lick my fucking clit."

Linda had already slid off Auntie Em and was lying next to her. That's when I sprang into action. I stood by the bed as I repositioned my auntie until her hips were on the edge and her feet were on the floor.

Her legs were opened wide, revealing a yawning, gaping hole in the very center of her being. Her body twitching to a beat only she could hear, Auntie Em was panting loudly.

I knelt between her legs and inched my way forward. I blew lightly on her exposed clit and watched in absolute awe as her hips lifted high off the bed. "Yes!" she yelled. "Put your mouth back on my kitty. Please!"

Auntie Em was so far gone that she didn't even know who was licking her pea sized little nubbin and whipping her into such a frenzy. She just wanted some relief, that's all. Just wanted some relief.

I closed in on my prize, captured that over sensitive bump of hers between my lips and drug my tongue from side to side across it.

I could tell that Auntie Em was getting ready to pop. Judging by the way her pelvis was jerking against my face, she was going to blow any time now.

I continued to lick her clit as I inserted two of my fingers into her cunt and searched for her g-spot. I found it without a whole lot of difficulty and began to slowly massage it. Just a few strokes and Auntie Em was over the edge.

I wasn't prepared for the massive amount of juice that spurted into my mouth. Spurt after spurt of that not warm fluid coated my tonsils as I tried desperately to swallow it all. There was just too much of it.

I had to back away. I was choking on Auntie Em's more than generous love offering. One last squirt hit me full in my face.

Linda, who had by now fairly well recovered from her ordeal, looked at me. "That was so fucking sexy," she told me as she walked around the bed to where I was kneeling at the entrance to my auntie's sex.

I stood up and we kissed, a spit swapping session of epic proportions. My hands had minds of their own as they roamed her body. My cock was rubbing against her "landing strip." I was getting dangerously close to launching my seed all over her belly.

Linda reached down and squeezed my prick until the overwhelming urge to cum subsided. She sat down on the bed next to my still unresponsive auntie.

I licked at her clit and used the first two fingers of my right hand to rub between her ass hole and her vagina. "Oh, that feels good," she moaned.

I stuck my first two fingers in her love hole and gathered up all of her juices I could and spread them on and around her anus. Did the same thing a couple of more times and then stuck my forefinger inside her shitter, wiggled it around some and then pushed my middle finger in alongside it. That's when she really moaned.

"Aaron. Oh Aaron. I've never had some one do that to me before."

"Not even your husband?"

"That sorry shit won't come near my asshole. Says it's nasty and dirty."

"You like it?" I asked.

"Oh, yessssss," Linda hummed. "Oh, yes!"

I continued to saw my fingers in and out of her bunghole while I licked her clit. Had her twisting and jumping in almost no time at all.

"I guess that means he's never fucked you there either."

"Oh no," she hissed. "He won't hardly even fuck my pussy anymore."

"Want to try it?" I asked her. "Want me to plant my boner in your ass and fuck it silly?"

Linda hesitated for a few seconds as if she were seriously considering the possibility of me fucking her in her ass, then said, "I want to, but not right now. I'm still a bit scared."

"Okay," I told her. "I'll be here when you're ready."

I pulled my fingers from her ass and climbed onto the bed and straddled her stomach. "Auntie Em's got some baby oil in that bedside stand," I told her. "Can you reach it?"

Linda opened the drawer and rummaged around inside it for a few seconds before she found it. "Here it is," she announced as she handed it to me.

I poured a generous amount into my hand, closed the lid and tossed it to the other end of the bed. I began massaging her milkers until they were shining like new money, moved forward and placed my well used cock between those two orbs of pure delight. 

Mrs. Medford looked at me with desire written all over her face, but made no move to assist me. "Never had your titties fucked either?" I asked her. She shook her head slowly from side to side.

"What do you and your husband do in bed?"

"Not much of anything these days," she told me. "Bastard hardly ever touches me anymore."

It suddenly occurred to me that, in a real sense, I had graduated. Instead of being the ignorant, wide eyed student I had once been, I was now the teacher!

"Push your boobs together," I said. 

She pushed her tits together until they had formed a perfect tunnel for my raging cock. I began pushing in and out of the passageway she had created. Slowly, I pushed. When I could push it no further, I held it in place while Linda licked the head of my aching cock. Then I would pull back and push it through again.

Mrs. Medford removed her hands from her tits and I moved forward, slamming my rod into her mouth. I could feel her throat muscles squeezing the head when she swallowed. She pushed her hands along the side of my legs. Her touch was like silk as she caressed along my thighs and on to her stomach.

I can only assume that Linda was fingering herself. What else would she be doing? I certainly didn't feel her trying to put her fingers up my ass.

I backed off a bit to let her catch her breath. She swirled her tongue around the head and crown of my dick slowly as she continued to finger herself.

Then, she stopped her sucking and licking, let her hands fall to her sides and screamed around my cock. "Goddamn!" she cried. Lick my pussy! Lick it until I fucking die!"

That's when I became aware of Auntie Em being behind me. Her hair softly caressed my backside as she continued to satisfy Mrs. Medford, who, by now, had lost all interest in giving me a proper blowjob.

Then I felt my auntie's hands on my ass spreading my cheeks apart. I felt the thrill and tingle of desire welling up within me once again. I was pretty damned sure what she was going to do next.

I hunched forward a bit, my cock still in Mrs. Medford's mouth in preparation for Auntie Em's digital invasion. It wasn't long in coming.

Using Linda's creamy sauce as lubricant, Auntie Em shoved her finger up my ass and began massaging my prostate. "Umh," I moaned. "Yessss! Do it to me, Emma. Make me cum like you did the last time." I was real close to going over the edge. And then it struck.

A volcanic like eruption poured from my balls and sped up my urethra and into Linda's mouth. Linda swallowed each of my seven spurts. Auntie Em pulled her fingers out of my ass.

The three of us, maneuvered around in bed until I was lying in the middle while Linda and Auntie Em lay beside me, their heads on my shoulders and me caressing their tits.



Auntie Em Ch. 09



We had just returned from Ruby Lee's Steakhouse and were in the bedroom undressing. Had my clothes off in a flash. Down to my boxer briefs and a t-shirt, I stood and watched Auntie Em's dress slide down those long, slinky legs of hers and crumple to the floor. Her slip was next. There she stood in her shiny black granny style panties and matching bra.

I moved up behind her. "Let me help you," I whispered as I nuzzled her neck.

Auntie Em shivered and ground her ass into my developing boner. I reached for the clasp, got it undone, reached around to Auntie Em's front and put my hands on two of the greatest titties in the world.

Auntie Em pulled her bra the rest of the way off and dropped it next to her dress and slip. She kicked them away from her, reached back and wrapped her arm around my head. 

"That feels so good," she said in a whisper. "Feels so damned good." She wiggled her ass once more.

I released my hold on her right breast and grabbed the waist band of my shorts. It was a bit of a struggle, using one hand, but I finally succeeded in getting them down far enough that I could wiggle out of them. Kicked them away to join the rest of the clothes. 

I returned my hand to her breast, pulled her close and rubbed my magic wand against her panty covered ass. "Can't believe it's been nearly six months already," I whispered in her ear. "And I still want you just as much or more than that first day when we stood on the porch and waved goodbye to Mom and Dad."

"Yeah," she breathed huskily. I heard her giggle. "Rubbed my titties against your chest and you ran like a bitch-slapped sissy."

I laughed with her. "I didn't want to cum in my pants."

"Took me forever to work up the courage to do anything like that. Didn't know if you'd reject me or not. But I was so lonely. It had been a year since my boyfriend left me for his eighteen year old secretary."

I squeezed Auntie Em's supple milk bags softly, kissed her shoulder and licked her neck all the way up to her ear. "His loss is my gain," I said just before I took her earlobe between my lips and nibbled lightly.

Auntie Em shuddered, loosed her grip on my head and turned to kiss me. Just a brief lip to lip contact. The good stuff would come later.

"I think I would have found a way for us to get together," she told me. "You have been making my eyes wander since you were sixteen. Sometimes I'd go to bed at night trembling with desire and frustration. I wanted to make love with you so badly, but you were underage. That frustrated me so much that I'd have to relieve myself almost every night."

"He didn't mind?"

"He never knew," she replied. "I always waited until he'd fallen asleep."

I kissed her chin. "You don't have to worry about that now," I told her. "I'm here for you. You've got me forever if you want me."

Auntie Em put her arms around me and gave me a big hug. "Forever," she said. "Or until next Tuesday." I could feel her breath tickling the hairs on my chest as she giggled.

"Or whichever comes first," I replied. We both got a good laugh from that remark.

Auntie Em pushed herself away from me. "Let's get a shower and get ready for bed."

"Ah, bed," I said. I shucked my t-shirt. "That wonderful place where life is created." I reached for her panties, but Auntie Em was about a half a step ahead of me.

She stepped out of her panties and held the gusset up to my nose. Damned if granny style panties didn't crank my tractor. Especially shiny black ones! 

"Let's hope so," she said as I licked the cotton lined crotch and inhaled her womanly scent.

Suddenly, I felt something warm cover my penis. I looked down. Auntie Em had taken me completely by surprise. While I was busy licking her panties, she had gone to her knees and was now sucking my steel rod.

Slowly, lovingly, she licked my woman pleaser. First the underside. Then the helmet and back down to my balls. She gave my nut sacks a tongue bath, occasionally taking one of them into her mouth. All the while, I was still licking and sniffing her panties.

I groaned in ecstasy when Auntie Em enveloped my rod with her mouth. Went all the way down to the root, she did.  The way Auntie Em went about sucking a cock; she could have made the Pope turn atheist. 

She had me so hot that I knew I would cum soon if she didn't stop. But, I didn't want her to stop! Every time she would pull back, I would lunge forward. It was on one of those forward strokes, that the phone rang.

"Hold that thought," Auntie Em joked as she pulled away, stood and hurried over to the phone. I followed her and sat down beside her, teasing her nipples and nibbling on her earlobe.

"Hello?" she said. She paused for a second and then said, "Hey, sis. You ain't due to call for another couple of days. What's up?"

Up until now, Mom had been calling once a week, like clockwork, on Sunday evenings. Here she was, on the phone, talking to Auntie Em and it was barely Thursday night.

Suddenly, Auntie Em went pale as a ghost. She dropped the phone, put her face in her hands and bawled like a baby.

My first thought was for Auntie Em. I hugged her in my arms. "What's wrong, Emma?" I asked.

She just sobbed even harder and pointed to the phone. I picked it up. "Mom?" I said, my voice full of questions that I didn't know the answers to.

"Aaron," she began. She rarely called me by my given name unless something was wrong.

"Yes, Mom," I said haltingly.

"Aunt Emma okay?" she asked.

I looked at my auntie. She had stopped crying. Her cheeks were flushed and her makeup was running.

"She don't look so good," I told my mother. "What's wrong?"

Mom hit me with a bombshell. Hit me right in my stomach. Hard. I nearly dropped the phone myself. "Your father's dead," she said matter-of-factly, as if she were discussing a new recipe with a friend. "Died about an hour and a half ago."

"Why?" I gasped. "What happened? I thought he was going to get a new heart."

"He was, baby. They just couldn't get it in time. He was too far down on the list."

"How far down was he?"

"Second."

"What's gonna happen now?" I asked.

Mom sniffled. Her voice trembled. "They're getting his body ready as we speak. I'll bring him home on the train. No idea when the service will be. And no idea yet as to when I'll get home."

I wanted to console Mom, but I was at a loss for words. I sat silently trying to come up with the proper words. There were none.

"Put Aunt Emma back on the phone, baby."

I started to hand the phone over to Auntie Em, but I put it back to my ear. "I love you, Mom." That's all that I could think of to say.

"I love you, too, baby," Mom told me. Then she added, "We'll get through this somehow."

I gave the phone to Auntie Em. She and Mom must have talked for at least an hour before my auntie hung up the phone. Auntie Em turned and practically threw herself into my arms.

We cried together, my auntie and I, sometimes pausing to wipe tears from each other's eyes. We lay back in bed and fell asleep, still crying, in each other's arms.

Auntie Em wasn't lying next to me when I awoke several minutes later. I looked around the room. Didn't see her anywhere. Then I heard the shower running.

I got up, walked into the bathroom, opened the door to the shower and stepped inside. I closed the door and put my arms around my auntie from behind. She stopped what she was doing, turned around and gave me the most sensuous kiss I think I will ever get in my entire life.

Auntie Em pressed her lips to mine and unhurriedly slid her tongue inside my mouth, exploring everything within reach. Every once in a while during her oral exploration, I would capture the tip of her tongue between my lips and suck on it very lightly. Used hardly any pressure at all.

I grabbed the soap and lovingly and adoringly lathered up her breasts and her stomach area. My intent was not to get her excited. I just wanted to show Auntie Em that I loved her. Didn't think a lot of sexual play was called for in this situation. Didn't stop her nipples from getting diamond-hard, though.

I let the water rinse her front and then turned her around to work on her back. I used my soap covered right hand to clean along her butt crack. Every time my hand would slide over her ass hole, Auntie Em would shiver, shake her ass and moan. Like I said, I sure wasn't trying to turn her on.

Whether it was unintentional or not, Auntie Em was getting aroused. I stopped washing her ass and began to wash my own body. She turned around, grabbed my hands and kissed me again. This time, passion ran rampant within each of us.

Tongue twisted around tongue; sometimes gently, sometimes frantically. In one mouth and then the other. Exploring. Searching. Taking and giving. Her breath became mine. Mine became hers. We breathed in unison, Auntie Em and I. At this moment in time, we were truly one together.

Auntie Em led me to the bed. We lay down, cuddling, still as if we were one. We were together as one, mentally, physically and spiritually. One person with two hearts.

Auntie Em wrapped her hand around my cock. I immediately began humping her fist. "No, baby," she whispered in my ear. "Don't do anything. This one is just for you."

It was a tall order, but for the most part, I managed to stay still. Auntie Em stroked my rod slowly and sensuously; never in a hurry, twisting her hand around the head as she finished her up stroke and twisting it in the opposite direction on the downward slide.

She moved down my body until her mouth was hovering just inches above the tip. Just as soon as her downward stoke began and the head of my fuck pole came into view, Auntie Em would blow softly. Her warm breath would flow over the head of my woman pleaser, causing cold shivers to run up my spine. 

This was ecstasy in its purest form. Every fiber of my being wanted to scream; shout to the world that I was on fire. Every time I tried to fuck Auntie Em's fist she would remind me to stay still. "Your auntie wants to do this just for you," she said more than once. "Just for you.

Now her hand was still, gripping the base of my dick and holding on for dear life. I was so close to popping off! Auntie Em had gotten to me just in the nick of time. 

I was settled down now. My breathing came a bit easier. Her hand still held me at the root of my throbbing, elongated cannon, but not as tight as before. 

Auntie Em lowered her head and began to lick the head of my magic wand; tracing the tip of her tongue around it. Then she tightened her oral grip and began to move her head up and down, never going any lower than the crown.

It happened so easily, so sensuously, so beautifully. My baby making juices flowed up the inside of my shaft and into her mouth. Not once did I feel my balls jerk. There seemed to be no spurting. It just came up and out so easily. It was like pouring wine from a bottle. I lay there quivering, unable to move as Auntie Em drank from my fountain of love. 

I was somewhat disappointed when I saw her swallow. My disappointment quickly departed when she moved back up my body and gave me an open mouthed kiss. My own sperm slid off her tongue and on to mine. 

I know she swallowed some of it before offering me the rest. I saw her. If there was this much spunk in my mouth after Auntie Em swallowed her portion, I must have cum a bucket full. Didn't matter, though. I pushed my tongue inside her mouth and let her have some more. 

Auntie Em moved back down my body, stuffed my cock back inside her mouth and licked it clean. Finished, she was once again at my side, her head on my chest and her hand on my deflating love stick.

"Thanks, Emma," I whispered. "But why......?"

"I just wanted to show you my appreciation. You have been so kind and gentle towards me after your mother called. You weren't insistent about anything. You held me close and let me cry. You are my gentleman lover."

A tear formed in the corner of her right eye. Auntie Em hugged me tight. "I don't know what I would have done if you weren't here." She hugged me once more and kissed my cheek. "I don't ever want to lose you. Ever."

We fell asleep in that position and we awoke the next morning in that position. I don't think either of us had moved all night long. Auntie Em's hand was still wrapped around my cock. Only, this time, it was hard. Stiff. Hard and stiff. Her hand flexed gently and rhythmically around it.

Three days and night had gone by so agonizingly slow. Auntie Em and I made love at least once on each of those nights. Always took it slow and easy. Never rushed anything. We weren't so interested in giving each other satisfaction. It was more like we were doing it to express our love and compassion for each other. We just let it happen.

We were sitting at the kitchen table eating our lunch and looking at each other. I tried to say something funny to get us both out this funk we were in. Auntie Em smiled for a brief second and then burst into tears. She seemed to be taking this harder than I was.

I hurried to her side to console her. Pulled up an empty chair and sat down next to her. Put my arms around her and ran my fingers through her hair. We rocked gently from side to side.

"Let's go to the living room," I whispered. "Maybe we'll find something good on TV."

We stood together and walked into the living room with my arms still around her and sat down on the sofa. I turned the TV on. A couple of women were playing pool.

I didn't bother to change the channel to see what else was on. Just sat there holding Auntie Em without saying much at all. Decided to let her cry as long as she wanted to.

After a while, I noticed that Auntie Em wasn't crying quite as hard as she was earlier. I could hear an occasional sniffle, but that was about it. Her breathing was steady and deep. I thought for a moment she was asleep. Then she raised her head and looked at me.

"Take me," she said.

"Wanna go to the bedroom?" I asked.

"No," she replied firmly. "I want you to take me right here on the sofa. Or on the floor. Just take me. Take me now!"

I began to undress her; first her blouse and then her bra. Every time I see those magnificent mams come tumbling out of their restraints, I can never do much of anything until I welcome them into my world. Today was no exception.

I latched on to her breasts and worshipped them, running my tongue around the areolas and sucking on the nipples. I kissed around each one of those big boobs of hers and like once before, I lifted one and then the other, carefully lapping at the crease where breast met chest. Damn, she tasted good!

I went to my knees in front of her, grabbed the waistband of her skirt and pulled. She lifted her hips and I yanked it down her legs and over her feet. I tossed her skirt clean across the living room.

I was mildly surprised to see Auntie Em wasn't wearing any panties. I grabbed her behind her knees and pulled her to me. When her hips were resting on the edge of the sofa I spread her legs wide and ground my face into her twat. Auntie Em made it a bit easier for me by pulling her lips wide, thereby giving me perfect access to her perfect clit.

But I didn't start there. I licked her skid plate, pushed her legs up into the air and reamed her ass hole. My tongue slid back up that short expanse of skin until it was perched at the bottom of her slit. 

Over and over I tongued the crease between her pussy and her left leg, licking it like it was an ice cream cone. I move across to the other leg, pausing for a few second at her clit. Man, did she moan. 

I left her clit in a tizzy as I began to lick the crease at her other leg. Then I placed my tongue at the bottom of her lips and held it there. Auntie Em lifted her hips off the bed and moaned.

"Don't tease me, hon. Not today. I need you too much."

I licked at her crotch as if I was a dog and her pussy was a bowl of water. Each time I reached the top of her slit, I would tease her clit with the tip of my tongue. Then I would start at the bottom and do it all over again.

Auntie Em was moving her ass this way and that, squirming all over the bed. I couldn't keep her still. I followed her around in that bed like my tongue was permanently attached to her vulva.

When she had settled down a bit I pulled her lips apart and stuck my tongue in as deep as I could. Fucked her with my tongue for a couple of minutes and then lavished my attention solely on her clit. I worshipped that tiny little button of joy until Auntie Em was screaming her poor little head off.

"Aaron. Aaron, baby," she yelled as, once again, she lifted her ass off the bed. She grabbed my ears and pulled me into her, using her thighs like a vise to keep me from moving. As if I wanted to move. If I had died in that position, I would have been a happy man.

Her hips and her pelvis were in constant motion, lifting up and down. She was fucking my tongue just as much as my tongue was fucking her. 

I inserted two fingers, curled them a bit and rubbed the tips along her g-spot. Didn't take too long for her to go over the edge. 

Just a couple of swipes and she went crazy. Started screaming my name at the top of her voice and tried to pull my face even closer than I already was. Thought I'd die of suffocation before she let go.

Suddenly, Auntie Em was silent. Her whole body went slack. Except for a few husky sounding moans, I would have thought my mother's sister was dead. 

Then she started twitching all over again. Built herself up to a fever pitch and let loose with one loud scream. I didn't think it was possible, but this one seemed to be twice as loud as the previous one.

Her body stiffened and then it was slack once again. I moved up toward the sofa, grabbed my aching prick, positioned it at the entrance to her glory hole and pushed. I barely got the head in before she stopped me.

"No, baby," she said in a voice that was low and full of gravel. "Not today."

I looked up at her. "What's the matter, Emma?" I asked, sounding more than a little disappointed.

"I want you someplace else today. Some place you haven't been yet."

My dick stiffened until I thought it would burst. If I was correct, that could mean only one thing. Auntie Em was going to let me fuck her in the ass!

"Got any lubricant?" I asked.

"In the bathroom," she replied. "Up in the medicine cabinet. Vaseline."

I hurried to the bathroom like my ass was afire, grabbed the Vaseline and hurried back. Auntie Em had moved to the end of the sofa and was leaning over the arm. I came up behind her and caressed her butt cheek.

She spread her hips wide, exposing her wrinkled brown hole. "Rub some on my ass," she said.

I took the lid off and dipped my first and second fingers into the vaseline. I spread a generous amount over that little brown eye of hers. I dipped my middle finger back into the vaseline and then stuck my finger in her ass.

"Get some on your cock," she then told me.

I spread a thick layer on the head of my dick, lined it up with her hole and pushed very slowly.

"Easy, Aaron," she said. "Take it slow."

It seemed like an eternity had passed before I felt the head pop inside her hungry hole. I didn't move until I figured she'd had time to adjust to it being there. I pushed slowly, paying special attention to Auntie Em's reaction.

"Ohhhhh," she said. "My ass is stuffed!"

"Does it hurt?" I asked her.

"A little bit," she answered. "But I can stand it as long as you take it slow."

I could do slow. I eased my cock a bit further inside her back door and held it there until Auntie Em let me know it was okay to push some more. Took forever, but I finally had it in all the way.

I waited for the go ahead. It wasn't long in coming.

"Fuck me, Aaron," she said insistently. "Fuck me slowly."

I pulled back until I had all but freed my dick from her anal embrace and then began a slow descent back inside that hot chocolaty channel of hers. Pulled back and pushed. Slow and easy like, I pushed.




Auntie Em Ch. 09



"It hurts," Auntie Em said. "But it hurts so good."

I was still easing my love wand in and out of her hole, being careful not to go too fast when she looked back over her shoulder and said, "Faster, Aaron. Faster. Fuck my ass until your cock comes out of my mouth!"

I increased the tempo until my cock was pistoning in and out of her tight brown hole at breakneck speed.

She moved her hand down to her mound and was vigorously frigging her clit. I was getting close. Real close. I reached around and captured Auntie Em's breasts in my hands.

I heard the door swing open, but didn't think a whole lot about it. Figured it was Linda coming to pay a visit. Hadn't seen her in a while.

"What in the hell?"

I looked up and saw my mother with her feet spread and her hands on her hips, a horrified look on her face. 

I didn't know what to do. Mom had come in unexpectedly and caught me and Auntie Em fucking. Should I pull out? Or should I keep going? My cock decided for me.

My shock at seeing Mom caused my fuck stick to wilt like a dehydrated plant. It literally fell out of my auntie's ass without a sound. However, I stayed bent over Auntie Em and kept my hands on her breasts, too startled to move.

I backed away as Auntie Em stood, causing my hands to fall away from those magnificent tits of hers. She rushed to Mom's side, gave her a kiss on the cheek and took her by the hand.

"Sis," she said. "I'm glad you're back. Let's go into the bedroom so we can be comfortable while we talk."

I watched as Mom and my auntie; her sister, walked away, my cock dripping copious amounts of pre cum. That was it? 'I'm glad you're back?' Auntie Em had shown no sign of remorse. And, beyond her initial shock, Mom had shown virtually no emotion whatsoever.

I sat on the sofa and watched TV. Looked at it was more like it. I don't remember what was on. For an hour, I sat on that sofa, dumfounded. Mom had come home and caught me and her sister fucking and all they do is walk away, hand in hand, as if they were walking down the aisle of a grocery store.

As long as I'd been sitting alone in the living room and they had yet to emerge from Auntie Em's bedroom. Curiosity got the best of me. 

I turned the TV off, stood and went to Auntie Em's bedroom. I eased the door open so as not to disturb them and peeked inside. I saw them in the mirror, naked as naked could be. I was seeing my mother completely nude for the first time in my life. They sure weren't talking, neither!

Mom lay on top of Auntie Em in a 69 position. They were lapping at each other's cunts, their faces fairly glistening from the excretions coming from their love tunnels. Damned if my pecker didn't start to rise again. I was getting excited from looking at the incest filled scene play out before me.

I never would have expected something like this from Mom. But, then again, a few short months ago, I wouldn't have expected something like this from Auntie Em, neither. 

They looked nearly identical except for two things. Mom's tits were just a tad larger than her sister's and they sagged quite a bit more than Auntie Em's did. Okay, three things. Mom's hair was a bright red; on top and down below.

I eased the door open wide enough for me to get through and entered the bedroom. Just as I got to the bed, Mom let out a high pitched moan and went stiff as a board. I reached out with my right hand and began caressing Mom's breast.

I rolled the hard, rubbery nipple between my thumb and forefinger. The volume of Mom's moans decreased until they were barely audible. She turned to look at me, her eyes glazed over, as if she were trying to figure out who I was and what I was doing here.

Slowly, her eyes began to focus. Her blank, unmoving stare had been replaced with a look of dismay.

"Aaron, baby," she said. "You shouldn't be here. You're not supposed to see me like this."

"But, Mom, I'm here. And watching you and Auntie Em is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I came in here to join you."

Mom slid off Auntie Em, sat on the edge of the bed and covered her nakedness with the comforter. "You can't, baby. I'm your mother."

Auntie Em sat up behind Mom, put her arms around her and began massaging Mom's tits. She nuzzled at Mom's neck.

"Go ahead," she said lustily. "Let him join in. It won't do no harm."

Mom shook her head. "But, I'm his mother," she tried to reason.

Auntie Em was nibbling on Mom's ear. "What's the difference, sis? You and me. Him and me. We might as well make it unanimous."

Mom shook her head more slowly this time. Apparently, Auntie Em's argument was beginning to make sense to her. I stepped between Mom's legs, pulled the comforter aside and laid my fuck stick between her breasts. Mom opened her mouth as if to speak, but no sound came out.

Auntie Em squeezed Mom's tits together and nodded at me. I began slowly sliding my cock in and out of Mom's newly formed tit tunnel. She sat there unmoving, a blank stare on her face. Then Mom bent her neck slightly and pursed her lips. A thick stream of saliva poured out of her mouth and on to her chest, sliding down both sides of my cock. Without saying a word, Mom had given me permission to continue!

It wasn't so difficult now, fucking Mom's titties. My pecker slid easily in and out of her tit tunnel with virtually no resistance whatsoever. I still took my time, not wanting to alarm Mom and risk her saying no. Fuck me silly if I wasn't getting excited!

My breath became ragged, my legs growing weaker by the minute. I was going to pop any time now. "Open your mouth, Mom," I shouted. "I'm gonna cum any second."

Surprise of surprises! Not only had Mom opened her mouth, but she had placed her hands over her sister's and was forcing my auntie to squeeze harder.

Mom bent her neck until her chin was on her chest, her mouth open and her tongue hanging out, drooling like a rabid dog.

About that time I felt that familiar churning down deep within my nut sack. My stick of man flesh twitched a couple of times and out it came.

The first shot of my white hot spunk hit Mom on the tip of her nose and dripped down onto her tongue. She swallowed and before she could open her mouth again, my next shot hit her full on her lips. Auntie Em scooped that one up with her finger, but not before another ball busting load of jizz struck again.

This time Mom's mouth was open wide. My spunk bounced off Auntie Em's finger and into Mom's mouth. Mom's sister pulled her hand away, stuck her finger in her mouth and sucked as if her finger were an all day sucker. Mom swallowed quickly and opened her mouth once more.

My next shot was a bit weaker; barely made it to Mom's chin. The rest of my splooge dribbled out onto her chest.

Mom lay back on the bed, her legs splayed open, panting heavily while Auntie Em licked her chin clean. I climbed up after her and spread Mom's legs a bit wider. A scent of lilacs wafted up my nose as I pressed my face to her quivering quim.

Mom grabbed a handful of hair in each hand and shoved me away. I moved quickly off the bed while she closed her legs until all I could see was the top of her great mound of beautiful red cunt hairs. Lord knows I wanted that woman. But I wasn't going to force myself on her.

Auntie Em hustled me out of the room and closed the door. Just the smell of her sex after she and Mom had made each other cum, mingled with Mom's scent, made me hard again.

She looked at me sympathetically while she caressed my pole. "I'm gonna stay with your mother tonight," she informed me. "Want to make sure she's okay about all of this. After all, it's not every day you come home and catch your son fucking your sister."

She paused and took a deep breath. She squeezed my cock. "Just give her time, Aaron. I think she'll come around. Just give her a bit of time." 

Again, that sympathetic look. "I guess that means you'll have to sleep alone tonight." Auntie Em squeezed once more for emphasis and then she let her hand slide off my cunt stabber. She kissed me full on the cheek. 

"I'll make it up to you," she told me with a wink and a devilish looking smile. Auntie Em caressed my face with both hands, turned around, opened the door and entered her bedroom, shutting it behind her.



Auntie Em Ch. 10



The next day, I awoke just before noon with a raging hard on. So hard, I could barely pee. It just wouldn't go down. Even after I jerked off in the shower. I didn't want to be in the kitchen with Mom and have my man-bone tenting my pants. Might as well go naked.

"Yeah," I thought. "Just saunter on in to the kitchen, naked as the day I was born and give Mom a big sloppy kiss. Just act like nothing was amiss." Yeah, that would go over like a fart in church, wouldn't it?

I was standing at the bathroom sink, brushing my teeth, wondering what in the hell I was going to do about my condition. Right then, I didn't rightly know. One thing was for certain. I wasn't about to cut that cunt slasher off.

Just then the door opened and Mom came in. I stopped brushing and stared, open-mouthed, as she closed the door behind her.

"You weren't in your room," she began, "when I went to check on you. I figured you'd be in here."

"Mom! I'm naked."

Mom smiled at me. "I know, baby. But we need to talk. I need to explain something to you."

I looked at her, my toothbrush still in my hand and my mouth full of toothpaste. "You don't have to," I told her. "I understand."

"I don't think you do. Not about us and what happened last night."

I spit the toothpaste into the sink. "But, Mom......"

She put a finger to my lips. "Shhhh."

"I've never been unfaithful to your father," she began. "Not once. He's not the only man I've ever had, but he's been the only one for me since the day we first met.

"So, you see, baby. It's difficult for me to even think about another man crawling between my legs."

"But you let me fuck your titties," I told her. "And you and Auntie Em......"

"Your father knew about your Aunt Emma. Told him about us soon after we began to get serious about each other. He never objected. Not once. In fact, he loved to watch us."

Mom smiled wistfully. "Sometimes he even joined us."

I filled a cup with water, rinsed my mouth and spit into the sink. "Don't tell me you didn't enjoy last night."

"I did, baby, in a lot of ways. But I was out of my head with grief. I just didn't have the energy to say no. And then...,"

She paused for a brief moment and looked down at the floor, took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "And then, all of a sudden, I realized I was enjoying it. I didn't want to, but I couldn't help myself."

I held Mom in my arms and kissed her forehead. "That's okay Mom. I understand and I promise not to bother you anymore."

Mom reached down and circled my rampant, raging hard on with her thumb and fingers, pumped it a couple of times and then stopped.

Her hand left my cock and journeyed up to my chest. She teased my nipples. Even sucked on them for a few moments.

"But I want you to touch me. Just like I'm touching you now. Somehow, you managed to light a fire in me last night. And it's still smoldering."

I brought my hand up to her breast and held it there, still afraid she would reject me. When she didn't respond one way or the other, I began to fondle it.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked. "What limits have you set for me?"

"You can do most anything you want to do, baby. Just no intercourse. Not yet, anyway."

I hugged her even closer and planted a big sloppy kiss on her lips. I continued to caress her breast. "Oh, Mom," I moaned. "I do love you."

"Don't give up hope, baby. I just need some time to grieve, that's all." Her hand circled my cock once again as she went to her knees in front of me.

"In the meantime......" she said just before she slid her beautiful and sensuous red lips over the head of my cock. A long, drawn out groan, thick with surprise and desire, erupted from somewhere deep inside of me and tumbled out of my mouth. 

I wanted something like this to happen, yet I was concerned about how it would affect my mother. Was she doing this because the loss of her husband had left her alone and without comfort? Or was she doing it out of concern for me and my needs? I didn't know for sure, but I felt obligated to find out.

"Oh, Mom," I said as I pushed her hair out of her face. I held her head in my grip. I could keep her from sliding her lips up and down my fuck stick, but I was unable to keep her tongue still. It continued to swirl around the head of my cock, making me shudder uncontrollably. Damned if she weren't just about as talented as her sister; my Auntie Em!

"Are you sure you really want to do this?" I asked, my voice filled with passion and desire.

Mom looked up at me as she slowly licked her way around the tip of my magic wand and smiled devilishly. She grabbed my hips and rather forcefully pulled me forward.

My helmeted soldier skidded across the length of her tongue, past her tonsils and into her throat. Then she began to hum. Don't know if she was humming a tune or not. What I do know is that the vibrations against my cock head was driving me crazy. Fit me with a straight jacket and lock me up in a room with rubber walls, folks. I've gone completely insane!

I released my grip on Mom's head and gave her free rein. She began bobbing her head back and forth along my shaft. My piss pipe slipped out of her throat and slid backwards until the crown was pressing against her lip-covered teeth. A split second later and I was once more stuffing her throat with my love rocket.

I never did get a verbal answer from Mom, but judging by the way she was deep-throating me, I couldn't say she wasn't doing this willingly.

The erotic thrill of being on the receiving end of one of Mom's blowjobs was about to send me over the edge. My knees were weak and my legs felt like rubber. I was on the verge of collapse.

I was developing tunnel vision, completely unaware of my surroundings. We could have been doing this on the pitcher's mound at Dodger Stadium in front of a sellout crowd and I wouldn't have cared one damn bit. All I could see; all I cared about at that moment was Mom's face moving along the shaft of my prick, jamming her nose against my pelvis, pulling back and beginning the journey all over again.

You could have cut my legs off at the knees and I wouldn't have known it. The pleasure I was receiving was that great. I was too busy watching my blue-veiner slipping in and out of Mom's mouth to give a damn about anything except coating her tonsils with my man juice.

I was getting close. My cock was harder than it had ever been in my life. Mom picked up speed until her head was almost a blur, moving along my shaft at breakneck speed. 

She reached up and began fondling my balls, tickling my nut sack with her fingernails. That light, feathery touch of hers was what did it. My already super sensitive gonads were going wild, twisting and turning, urging my spunk up my urethra and out of my cock. Splattered the inside of her mouth with my protein filled offering, I did. I grunted loudly with each eruption.

I didn't think I was ever going to stop my sperm laden cocktail from firing its love bullets down Mom's throat. Three quick spurts. Three loud grunts. "Unnnh, unnnh, unnnh." Two more made it five. I fired off three more times before it was all over. 

Eight times my cock had spit its salty tasting love juices into Mom's mouth. And, like a pro, she swallowed it all!

Mom continued licking my cock until I had finished dribbling. Then she got to her feet. I kissed her hard. I kissed her deep, searching for a taste of myself. Mom returned my kisses with an ardent fervor that was unparalled in the annals of the whole human race. She breathed deeply through her nose, refusing to lift her mouth from mine. I reluctantly pulled back, breaking that lust filled vacuum.

I could tell Mom was a bit disappointed. She looked at me with questioning eyes. I kissed her lightly on the tip of her nose. "If we keep this up," I gasped, "we won't get anything accomplished today."

"I know," she said. "Me and your Aunt Emma have a full schedule on our plates today. Got to go into town and make arrangements for your father's funeral."

Mom's eyes misted over and for a brief moment, I could tell she was in a different world; a place where I would never be invited.

Mom blinked and shook her head. "Now if you're finished......" She gave me a playful shove. "Get outta here. I've got to get myself ready."

"Can I scrub your back while you're in the shower?"

Mom shoved me again. "You never get enough, do you, baby?"

My face became one big smile. I was grinning from ear to ear. "Not with Auntie Em," I said. "And certainly not with you."

I pinched her lightly on the hip. She responded by pointing toward the door. "Go," she said firmly. Tried to act like I'd pissed her off, but I knew better.

An hour or so later, I kissed Mom and Auntie Em goodbye. Told them I didn't have any plans for today. "Maybe I'll watch some movies 'til you get back," I said. Might look at some porn on the internet, too."

Mom and Auntie Em laughed quickly. "You're horny enough as it is," Auntie Em told me. "You get any hornier, you'll kill me."

"Bet you'd die with a smile on your face."

"Might at that," she said. She turned to Mom. "You ready?"

"Let's go," Mom said.

On the way out the door Mom stopped, turned around and said, "Be good, baby. Don't do anything I wouldn't do." She winked and then blew me a kiss.

Auntie Em laughed. "Unless Linda comes over."

"Knowing her," Mom said, "ten minutes after we leave, his pants will be down past his knees and she'll have his cock in her mouth."

"Let's hope so," I called out after them as they stepped off the porch and headed for the Camry.

I was hoping Mrs. Medford would come over for a visit. My semi-flaccid cock was aching for some more relief. 

I went back to the sofa, sat down, turned on the TV and tuned it to the TV Guide section, hoping to find out if True Lies would be playing at some later date. Didn't really give that much of a damn about the movie in general. It was Jamie Lee Curtis I wanted to see. 

Not finding it listed anytime in the near future, I tuned the TV to the game show channel. An old episode of Match Game 77 was showing. I watched that episode and two more. Evidently, there was a Match Game marathon going on. About fifteen minutes into the fourth one Linda came through the door.

I couldn't keep myself from staring. She always had that kind of effect on me. I would never admit it to anyone, but she turned me on more than Mom or Auntie Em. 

Ever since I'd first laid eyes on that little stretch of bright, beautiful red hair perched above her sexy, velvety love hole, I'd been in lust. Many of my dreams as of late were centered on tall, statuesque women with long flowing red hair and an acre of matching, well trimmed pubic hair. This woman had put the mojo on me. Big time!

Not that I'd ever leave Auntie Em or Mom. Nothing like that at all. Let's just say she cranked my tractor and I was very happy and oh, so grateful that I had Auntie Em's permission to bang this beautiful goddess any time I had the opportunity. There was an explicit understanding between the three of us. We were determined to stay faithful to each other. Linda Medford was simply the one exception to the rule.

"Well," Mrs. Medford said with an exaggerated smile. "What are you doing here all alone? You being punished or something?"

"No," I replied. "Mom went into town to finalize the funeral arrangements. Auntie Em is tagging along for support."

As soon as Linda entered the living room, my eyes stayed focused on her beautiful form. I kept on staring even after she was seated on the sofa next to me.

Mrs. Medford put her hand on my leg just inches below my now raging stick of hard as steel man meat. "Getting an eye full, are we?"

God, was I. Since the last time I'd seen her, Linda had changed the color of her hair. It was now just as red – or maybe just a bit redder than what I remember her pubes to be.

She wore a thin, low cut blouse that showed enough cleavage for me to determine she wasn't wearing a bra. Another good indicator was her nipples. They were already trying to poke a hole through the material. Made me wonder right away if she was or wasn't wearing any panties. 

"Your hair," I gushed. "You changed the color. Looks great."

Linda pushed an errant strand of hair away from her eye, cupped her breasts and squeezed those hard pointed nips between her thumbs and forefingers. She gave me an absolutely evil looking smile. "You sure it's not these little bumps on my chest and not my hair?"

I about swallowed my tongue! Suddenly out of breath, I opened my mouth wide and took in a big gulp of air. Whether I wanted to be or not, I was under her spell.

"Your husband," I croaked. "Mr. Medford. What about him?" I was afraid that George would come busting through the door with a shotgun in his hand and bloody vengeance in his eyes and on his mind.

Linda patted my cunt rammer a couple of times. "George is gone for two whole months," she said almost gleefully. "He left early this morning on a business trip to the Far East."

I breathed a little easier, lifted my hand to her breast and squeezed her nipple. Not enough to hurt her, mind you. Just enough to keep it excited. That's all.

Linda flexed her hand over my cock and leaned in for a kiss. Our tongues met before our lips did. We swapped a huge amount of spit as our tongues did battle; first in my mouth and then in hers.

Mrs. Medford pulled away, leaned back into the sofa and stretched. My eyes, opened wide like saucers, were back on her boobs, just waiting for them fat nipples of hers to tear right on through her blouse. Hell, I was about to cut a hole of my own: right through my jeans!

When Linda moved, I moved with her, straddled her legs and began unbuttoning her blouse. When those beautiful gifts of nature made their appearance, I nearly went wild with lust.

I grabbed her breasts and pushed them together until her nipples were all but touching, closed my mouth around them both and began nursing. It didn't take long before Mrs. Medford was gasping like her windpipe had been sealed shut, denying her that precious gift of life we all called air.

"Fuck," she said. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!"

Linda moaned disappointedly when I released her massive mams and moved back until I was standing just inches away from her nylon covered legs.

I hurriedly shucked my clothes and stood in front of Mrs. Medford, naked as the day I was born, my cock throbbing with desire. I went to my knees as I was reaching for the hem of Linda's skirt. I popped the side button from its eye and slid the zipper all the way down. Linda lifted her hips while I pulled her skirt past her thighs and over her knees.

Her flesh colored nylons were held up by a silky black garter belt with bright red trim. Damn! Woo hoo! I was in sexual heaven!

I was about eleven years old when I got my first look at a porn magazine. I can remember it as if it were ten minutes ago. The first photo I saw when I opened it was of a woman in a black bra and matching granny style panties standing with her legs spread and her hands on her hips. The only other bits of clothing she had on was a wispy, frilly lace covered red garter belt that was holding up a shiny pair of flesh colored nylons. And a pair of red stiletto heels. 

Her skirt dropped to the floor in a heap. She lifted her feet. I pulled it the skirt the rest of the way off, tossed it behind me and took off her shoes. I lifted her nylon clad feet and rubbed them all over my face, inhaling her titillating scent.

"You have a foot fetish, do you?" Mrs. Medford said as I began to suck her toes through her nylons.

I nodded. "Nylons, too," I said as I moved from her left foot to her right.

One at a time I licked the bottoms of her feet from her heels to her toes. Then I licked the underside of her toes before I returned to the heels and started all over again.

My tongue made the rounds from one foot to the other, from one toe to the other, giving each inch of those sexy appendages of hers my undivided attention. I licked the bottoms of her feet, her toes, the tops and around her ankles. 

"I love the way you worship my feet," Linda moaned.

I looked up at her. Her face was flushed with desire. Her eyes were alive with lust. Her legs were spread wide. She was wearing a pair of bright red granny style panties. At least I thought they were.

"Stand up," I told her.

When she stood, I saw right quick that my suspicions about what kind of panties Linda was wearing was totally correct. 

"Turn around," I told her. When she did, I wrapped my arms around her knees and buried my face between her thighs. I lapped at her legs at the very area where her nylons ended and her trembling flesh began. Did that to both legs, then slid my hands under the leg band of those Vanity Fair panties, spread her ass cheeks and licked at her asshole through her panties.

I kneaded her cheeks with all the passion an eighteen year old boy could muster, spread my fingers and pulled her hunkers wide.

I placed my forefingers on the portal to her rectum and massaged her asshole until her sphincter muscle had relaxed enough for me to insert both fingers with only the tiniest amount of resistance.

Linda squirmed and wiggled for an indeterminate amount of time.

"Mmmmmmm," she moaned, her voice low and long, full of gravel and husky with desire. She hunched her ass at my face.

My nose was buried deep between those twin cheeks. I inhaled deeply. A whisper of roses wafted up my nose. I reached for the waist band of those gorgeous looking red panties and in one fell swoop they were at her feet. A half second later they were on the floor next to her skirt.

When she turned around, I fell face first into her crotch and, like a man possessed; I began lapping at the portals to her glory. She spread her legs to give me easier access to her nether region. I pushed the upper folds of her labia up into her mound and began to torture her clit with the tip of my tongue. Her womanly scent combined with a hint of roses to set my lusty soul on fire.

At that moment I realized that something was different about Mrs. Medford. I pulled my head back and stared intently at her mound. And that's when it hit me. Like Mom and Auntie Em she now had a full, well trimmed bush.

"Your hair," I said. "What happened to your landing strip?"

Linda laughed, a throaty little chuckle that oozed more sex than a hundred of those immature high school bitches I used to fuck could collectively muster if they were given a week to practice.

She sat back down on the sofa, her hips resting on the edge, her legs spread wide. She ran her fingers through her beautiful mound of bright red hair, tickled her clit and shuddered.

"It got ate up by the forest," she said.

"I'll say," I gulped.

Linda spread her pussy lips wide. "I'm afraid my poor widdle kitty got lost in this great big ole forest. Can you help me find it?"

"Gladly," I said as I dove back between her legs.

Linda leaned back, her hands still holding her lips wide. I aimed my tongue at that deep velvety cavern of joy and plunged in as far as possible. I pushed hard, trying to shove that oral digit of mine even deeper.

I fucked Mrs. Medford with my tongue until my neck developed a cramp. I pulled back, twisted my neck around until I heard it pop and once again I began lapping at the gateway to her sex.

I quickly turned my attention to her little love button, licking all around it without making a whole lot of contact. Once again, I shoved the upper folds of her labia up into her mound until her wet little bud of delight was open and vulnerable to my oral attack.

The moment I touched her clit with the tip of my tongue, Linda's body shook violently for perhaps a second or two and then she lay still. This woman must have been super horny to have an orgasmic seizure of that magnitude so quickly.




Auntie Em Ch. 10



Finally, she spoke. Her voice came out in a low whine. "You found my kitty, all right. Found it quicker than anybody I've ever known."

I continued to give my undivided attention to her clit, caressing it with my tongue until she had another mind blowing orgasm.

Her head slumped to the side. Her eyes were glassy looking. She was out of it. I got to my feet and then sat beside her, rested her head on my shoulder, waiting for her to come to herself.

I felt her hair brush my cheek at almost the same time I felt her hand on my cock. I sat there, unmoving while she stroked my manhood back to life. I cupped one of her magnificent boobs in my hand and coaxed her nipple to a hard point. Then I went to work on the other nipple. It wasn't long before both of us were panting like dogs.

"Wait," I cautioned. "I don't want to finish like this, do you?"

Linda shook her head and released her hold on my sausage. We must have been conversing telepathically because we both stood at the same time. Wordlessly, we walked hand in hand to the spare bedroom.

We stood before the bed kissing and groping each other for the longest time, our passions once again building to a fever pitch. Together, we fell softly onto the bed, our mouths still locked in a deep soulful kiss.

We scrambled up the mattress until our heads were touching the headboard, my hands mauling her bountiful fun bags while her hand was stroking my sausage. Our lips parted and we lay there with our heads on the pillows, our gazes locked on each other. We were both out of breath.

"Mmmmmmm," I muttered as I extracted myself from her grip.

I touched my hand to her hip and pulled her over on her stomach. "Get on your knees," I told her. "I want to take you from behind."

"Oh, yes," she said huskily as she quickly moved into position. "Yes," she said again.

I spread her butt cheeks apart and pressed the tip of my tongue to her ass hole. A healthy portion of saliva followed wherever my tongue went; up and down ass valley, teasing her skid plate and her puckered brown hole without mercy.

I pushed my first finger into her vagina, gathering all of her love potion I could find. I pulled my it out and spread her womanly juices on and around her anus. I dipped into her well of love twice more, coating her wrinkled little brown eye with even more of her juices.

I stuck my finger in my mouth, tasting her sex while I soaked it with my own saliva. I extracted my finger from my mouth and pressed it against her dark hole.

Before my brain could tell me to stick my bony digit into her dark fole, Mrs. Medford shoved her ass backwards, impaling herself on my finger. All the way to the last knuckle it went.

I didn't even have to move. Linda had gone wild. Her passionate, lusty self was fucking my finger like her life depended on her doing so. Finally, I adjusted my hand to her rhythmic thrusts and began sawing my finger in and out of her ass. 

Her sphincter muscle gripped my finger tightly, unwilling to let it go. I reached around Linda's hip in search of her clit. I found it with ease. Also found her hand already there, massaging that little button of joy like a house afire.

We shared custody of her clit, the both of us stroking her into a frenzy. Before long, Mrs. Medford threw her head back and screamed so many obscenities that I couldn't have kept track of them all if I'd wanted to. I continued stroking the side of her hooded button, all the while drilling her Hershey Highway with my finger.

Linda screamed again, went stiff and then collapsed onto the bed. Her body had morphed into a lump of quivering jelly.

I pulled my finger out of her ass, wiped it on the comforter and lay beside her, awaiting her revival.

Slowly, gradually, she began to move. Her eyes fluttered as she slid her arm across my chest. She moved closer until her breasts were pressing into my chest, her nipples denting my skin.

Mrs. Medford kissed me lightly on the cheek. "Ohhhh," she murmured as she caressed my stomach. "Thank you, lover,"

I just smiled and kissed the tip of her nose. Her hand moved down into my dense forest of pubic hair and wrapped her fingers around my fleshy digit. Immediately, it began to swell.

"Ahhhh," I breathed into her ear, my voice husky with desire.

Linda kissed her way down my torso, across my pubic hair and enveloped my cock in her warm, wet mouth, fanning the flames of my lusty soul into a raging fire. She ran the tip of her tongue around the crown, causing me to shiver uncontrollably.

"Ohhhh," I groaned as I lifted my hips in an attempt to push my cock all the way into her throat.

Mrs. Medford stopped moving and held her lips just below the head of my pecker and let me have my way with her mouth. I pumped my iron hard rod in and out of that oral chasm of hers with a renewed fervor. 

She gagged and swallowed involuntarily each time my helmet entered her throat, causing me to push even harder the next time. I was getting close to busting a nut. Something I normally would have delighted in doing, but I wasn't ready to put and end to this soiree. I wanted to keep on dancing. 

I pulled out of her mouth. "Turn around," I said breathlessly. "I want to do it doggy style."

Linda spun around on her knees and I quickly got into position. I slammed my boner in to the hilt, pulled back and sent it hurtling down her velvet lined man trap once more.

Like a madman, I attacked her pussy with my battering ram. Then I stopped. Except for an occasional twitching, my cock head sat unmoving just inside her box. I spread her ass cheeks apart and began massaging her other hole with the tip of my thumb.

Mrs. Medford's hips jerked involuntarily and pushed them toward me, sending my cock a bit further inside her pussy. Even though my breath was ragged and labored, my hot stick of joy remained where it was, unmoving, while I continued my anal massage.

"You ready for me to take your anal virginity?" I asked her. I could sense her inward struggle as she tried to make up her mind.

She shook her head weakly from side to side. "Not yet," she said just before she lowered her face into the pillow.

Slowly, she let her box move along my shaft until her ass cheeks rested against my groin. I pulled back and then slammed my rod down her love chute until I hit bottom.

The muscles inside her phallic haven went spastic as they massaged my shaft of love. We stayed in that position while her soft warm glove continued to caress my cock.

I felt the urge to cum slowly building up inside of me, knowing that I wouldn't be able to stop it from happening. I tried to stop it. I really did. I wanted to make love to Mrs. Medford for a solid week. Several times I tried to think of something totally unrelated to fucking in hopes that I could stave off the inevitable. 

Baseball. The Dodgers. Hockey. Football. 

Nothing I tried to dwell on gave me much more than a temporary relief from the ever increasing pressure building up inside my nut sack. All it took to get my motor to running again was one glance at the spot where our lusty, sinful union was taking place. 

Finally, I gave up. I pulled back and began hammering at her inner core with a vengeance. I was getting close again. And, this time I wasn't even gonna try to stop it. Hell, I couldn't if I'd wanted to.

"Fuck me," Mrs. Medford cried loudly. "Fuck me hard! I'm so fucking close!"

Linda's words of encouragement was the match that started the fire deep within my loins. She continued to stoke the flames of lust with her wanton cries of passion. "Cum inside me," she shouted. "I want to feel your sperm shooting into my womb." 

Her cries turned to whimpers as a mighty orgasm wracked her body. She reached back and began tickling my balls while I kept pumping my little piston in and out of her juice filled cunt.

"Son-of-a-bitch," I yelled. "It's here! Can you feel it? Can you?"

"Ohhhh, shit!" she yelped as another, more powerful orgasm took control of her body.

My nut sack spit my white hot baby making sauce up my shaft and out into her vagina. Six times I spurted my protein laden sperm onto the walls of Mrs. Medford's love channel.

I no longer had control over my own body. Together, we wilted into the bed, me on top of her with my cock still inside her.

When my shaft lost all of its stiffness I pulled out and lay down beside her. I was exhausted and I'm sure Linda was also. I think she went to sleep before I did.



Auntie Em Ch. 11



Here's to you Kate. This is for you and your friends. Thanks for the suggestion. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it.

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It was closing in on one in the afternoon when I woke up. Mrs. Medford was stirring beside me.

"Sorry, Dear," she said while she stretched. "Didn't mean to wake you up."

"No, no," I told her. "I'm glad you did. I don't like to sleep a lot during the day. Makes me unable to sleep so well at night."

Linda turned in bed, took my sleeping member in her hand and kissed the shaft. "Thanks," she said as she backed out of bed. "I enjoyed every minute of it." She bent over, picked up her clothes and sat back down.

I crawled up behind her, reached around that magnificent body of hers and cradled her breasts in my hands. I kissed the back of her neck. "I did, too," I told her. "Want to stay and shower together?" I nibbled at her earlobe.

She turned her head and kissed me quickly on the lips. "Wish I could, love. But I've got a doctor's appointment. Don't want to be late." She pulled her panties over her feet and up to her knees. Reluctantly, I released her big hooters when Mrs. Medford stood to pull her panties the rest of the way up.

I scooted over to the edge of the bed, leaned forward and captured one of her nipples in my mouth.

"Mmmmmmm," she groaned. She backed away and stepped into her skirt. "You surely do tempt me, Aaron," she said as she pulled up the zipper and buttoned the side. A few more seconds and those mountainous orbs of hers were tucked safely back inside her blouse.

Well, not too safely. Her nipples were still threatening to tear through her blouse. I stood and playfully pinched Linda's left nipple. 

Mrs. Medford stroked my magic wand a couple of times and then turned to go. I followed her to the front door and stepped out on to the porch with her. I put my hands on her waist to stop her.

She turned, wrapped her arms around my neck and brought her lips up to mine. We shared a quick kiss and then Linda stepped off the porch and was on her way back to her place. 

I moved inside, went to the spare bedroom, grabbed a clean set of underwear from the chest of drawers and headed to the bathroom for a long, soothing shower.

After the shower I put my underwear on, went to the kitchen and made myself a sandwich. I was standing by the sink looking out the window at Auntie Em's back yard. "Grass could use a good mowing," I said to myself. I would have to get out the riding lawnmower first thing in the morning so I could finish up before it got too hot.

Just as I put the last piece of sandwich into my mouth, I heard a car driving into the front yard. I went to the front door and looked outside. It was Mom and Auntie Em.

Mom saw me peeking out the door and motioned for me to come outside. 

"What do you need?" I asked her.

She gestured toward the back of the car. "Can you help with the groceries?" she asked just before she opened the trunk. I grabbed several bags, carried them into the kitchen, set them on the table and went back for more.

After helping Mom and Auntie Em put all those groceries away, Mom and I sat next to each other at the table talking while Auntie Em went to the refrigerator. 

"You two want sandwiches or soup for lunch?" Auntie Em asked. Mom opted for sandwiches

"Maybe a glass of milk for me," I told her. "I just finished eating." 

Auntie Em brought a half gallon milk carton and a medium sized glass to the table and set them in front of me. Then she busied herself with making sandwiches for her and Mom.

I filled the glass, took a swig and swallowed it down. "Did you get things set up for the funeral?" I asked Mom.

"Day after tomorrow," she replied. "Ten."

"It still don't seem possible," I said. "Does it, Mom?"

Mom had a far away look in her eyes. "No, it doesn't, baby. No it doesn't." 

I could see her fighting back the tears so I scooted a bit closer and hugged her. "That's okay, Mom. I'll take care of you. We'll get through this together."

Mom sniffled and laid her head on my shoulder. She put her hand on my crotch, looked up at me and smiled. "And just how do you plan on taking care of dear ole Mom?" she asked.

"Any way you want me to," I replied as I planted my lips directly on hers. My tongue slid out and pressed against her lips, insistent upon gaining entrance to her mouth. Mom's lips parted slightly. She wasted no time in sucking my oral digit as far past her teeth as she could.

"Oh, Mom," I moaned. Instinctively my hand went to her breast. I caressed it through her dress, her bra and whatever else she was wearing under her dress.

"Aaron, baby. You do make me feel good."

"I'm supposed to, Mom. With Dad no longer here, I......"

I paused in mid sentence. I knew I had goofed. I should have never said a word about Dad. I pulled my hand away. I sat in my chair and looked into her soulless eyes, silently pleading for forgiveness.

"I'm sorry, Mom. I didn't mean to stir you up again."

Mom nodded weakly, unable or unwilling to speak. She stood and shuffled quickly toward the bedroom. I started after her.

Auntie Em stopped me by lightly grabbing on to my arm. I turned to look at her.

"Maybe you should wait, Aaron, baby. Give her time to adjust to this situation."

"But she needs someone to comfort her now," I said, a little bit testily. "I know you comforted her last night. I figure it's my turn now." I pulled my arm from her grasp.

Auntie Em sighed. "Okay, hon. I reckon I deserved that one. Just take everything real slow right now. She's vulnerable. Real vulnerable."

"I will, Emma. I will."

Auntie Em grabbed my arm once again and looked me in the eye. "I need to apologize to you, hon."

I arched an eyebrow. "Why?" I think I already knew the answer to that one. I figured it had something to do with making me sleep alone last night. I was right, 'cause the first words out of here mouth were, "About last night."

"I apologize," she told me, "for making you sleep by yourself. That was awfully selfish of me."

"That's okay, Emma. I've already forgotten about it." Actually, I hadn't. I had stayed awake half the night stewing over the matter. But Auntie Em had apologized. That was a start, anyways.

"Just the same......"

I put a finger to her lips. "Don't worry about it," I told her. I turned and headed for Auntie Em's bedroom.

I rapped my knuckles on the door three times in quick succession. I called out. "You okay, Mom?"

"Come on in, baby," she said in a voice so low I almost didn't hear her.

I opened the door, stepped cautiously inside and closed it behind me. Mom was sitting on the side of the bed staring blankly at the floor. She had changed out of her regular clothes and was now wearing a cotton print nightgown that came to just below her knees. The same one she'd been wearing for the last ten years that I knew of. She never liked to throw things like that away. Not as long as she could get some use out of them. 

I couldn't see her panties, but knowing Mom and the kind of panties I've seen in her underwear drawer, they were either black, white or blue. And they were of the full back, granny style variety. If I were to make a bet, I would put all my money on the white ones. She had way more white panties than the other two colors put together

I padded across the room, sat down beside her and put my arm around her waist. She moved a bit closer and laid her head on my shoulder. 

We sat together for the longest time before either of us moved. Then Mom stood, stepped away from my embrace, crawled up the bed and lay on her side facing me. I didn't wait for an invitation. I hurriedly shucked my clothes and joined her.

I pulled Mom close and caressed her back. "It's okay," I cooed. "I'm here."

Mom wiggled even closer; so close that I swear I could feel her tits pressing through my chest, all the way into my back! A low, keening sound escaped her lips. Reminded me of the sound a cat makes when it's being petted.

Mom pulled back a bit, took my face in her hands and put her lips to mine. It was a deliberately slow and unhurried round of tongue sushi that soon had the both of us panting with desire. Yet we remained unhurried and unencumbered by the need of immediate gratification.

Before I realized it, Mom was on her back and I was hovering above her, my lips still locked with hers. Mom's hands roamed slowly up and down my back pausing every few seconds to massage my shoulders.

Down on my elbow beside her, I began unbuttoning her gown. Even one handed, it was a fairly easy task. The buttons were rather large and the eyeholes were tattered and some were even a bit torn. Got it unbuttoned and opened it wide. I was right about the panties. 

And, good old predictable Mom; she had on a matching cotton bra. As I had found out a few years earlier, she had a dozen more just like this one in her underwear drawer. Unlike her panties, she never wore any other color bra. Always white and always cotton. 

I ran my hand up her stomach and under her bra, capturing Mom's left breast in my grip. I then turned her on her side and, using both hands, I unhooked the clasp in back and took her bra off of her.

I let Mom roll onto her back and recaptured her left breast and squeezed lightly, teasing her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. I moved my hand to her other breast and took her left nipple between my teeth. I bit with just enough pressure to keep it trapped while I fondled her other breast.

Mom stroked the back of my head. "Uhmmmmm," she moaned. Deep breaths made her biguns rise like Pike's Peak as she pressed them against my face and hand.

I looked up at Mom. Her eyes were closed. Her head was lolled back and her mouth was wide open, giving me the impression that she was in the throes of death. Her ragged breathing, her flushed skin and her rapid heartbeat told me differently.

I kissed my way down her stomach, past her bushy mound and kissed her vulva through her panties. I lapped at the entrance to her tunnel of love. Stroke after stroke, my tongue made its journey up her labia from bottom to top. I paused long enough to rip that tattered piece of material off her and started licking her lips once again; this time it was skin on skin.

Mom was huffing and puffing like a steam engine going up a hill with less than half a load of coal in its belly. Her pelvis hunched up at my face each time I reached the top of her slit and breathed on her now protruding clit.

Finally, I stopped my licking and zeroed in on her button, captured it between my lips and tortured it with the tip of my tongue. I slid my hands under Mom's thighs and up her stomach until I had two handfuls of her oversized melons.

I twisted and twirled her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers while I continued to attend to her clit. Mom was breathing heavier now. She was whimpering, her cries soft and brief as her stomach began to heave. Her body was twisting and turning every which way, causing the sheets to bunch up beneath her.

My nose was buried in her hairy mound while my mouth, my lips and my tongue were busy pushing Mom along to her orgasm. Finally, it happened. 

Mom stiffened, pushed her juicing wet box up into my face and screamed like she had suddenly been engulfed in the flames of hell. I continued licking and sucking on Mom's sex while she went through more mini orgasms than I could count. 

Her body, now full of slack, slowly wilted back down onto the bed. I was still lapping at her hot little button when Mom grabbed my ears and pulled my face even further into her cunt. Her body convulsed as she let go with another ear piercing scream and then, abruptly, she was still and quiet.

Damn, that was intense! I had made my mother cum! Damn near busted a nut myself. As much as I wanted to climb between Mom's legs and fuck her into submission, I didn't. After all, a promise was a promise.

I made a few more swipes at her clit before she stopped me. "Not right now, baby. I'm too sensitive."

I crawled up to lie next to Mom and held her in my embrace. She graced my lips with a brief kiss and then snuggled closer.

"Baby," she said as she caressed my face. "You're about the best son a mother could have.

We fell asleep together. Somewhere during the night Auntie Em had joined us. I woke up the next morning still holding on to Mom while her sister, my auntie, was hugging me from behind.

The three of us spent the rest of the day in a funk. We weren't grouchy with each other. Nothing like that at all. I guess our minds were focusing on tomorrow and how we would hold up during the funeral. I hadn't seen Dad since he and Mom had left for Texas. I didn't know what to expect.

We all slept together in Auntie Em's big king sized bed, huddled together mostly for support. Thoughts of tomorrow weighed heavily on our minds. Too much so for us to engage in anything more than a few simple kisses as we discussed our feelings about the funeral and the idea of living without Dad in our lives.

The next morning came around a whole lot sooner than we would have liked. There was no dallying as we each took separate showers. Before we knew it, the limo from the funeral home was there to pick us up.

The funeral was a simple one; just a graveside service. A lady from the church sang a couple of Dad's favorite hymns. Several people stood up to say a few words about how Dad had affected their lives. Then the preacher talked a bit about heaven and how to get there. Said he was positive Dad was there already.

Me? I sat there in front of the coffin; Mom on my left, clutching my arm like I was about to fly away. Auntie Em sat on the other side of Mom, holding on to her for dear life.

When the funeral was over, the three of us filed into the limo and went to the church for a right proper feed. I don't remember much about who all was there or what we had to eat. I do remember being lucky enough to be able to sit in a spot where I had a perfect view up the preacher's wife's dress. All the way to her yellow panty covered coochie! She kept spreading her chunky legs and closing them almost as if she knew I was looking and she wanted to put on a show just for me.

Lo and behold, the preacher's wife offered to drive us home. I sat in the front while Mom and Auntie Em shared the back seat. I couldn't help staring at Mrs. Willis' gorgeous nylon covered legs. I mean, the hem of her dress was riding up past the tops of her thigh highs.

There was a mighty temptation there and I fought it for as long as I could. Then I gave in to my sinful urges. I moved across the seat (we were in an older model car that had a bench seat in front so Mom and my auntie would have had a very difficult time seeing what I was doing) to within an arm's length of the preacher's wife, put my hand on her thigh and squeezed lightly.

I half expected her to show her displeasure in one form or another, but that never happened. Instead, she spread her legs wider, revealing more of her fleshy thighs. I looked behind me to see if my auntie or Mom had noticed anything out of the ordinary. Hell, they weren't even looking my way.

Auntie Em was cradling Mom's head against her breast and caressing her shoulders and back. Mom had her hand up between Auntie Em's thighs and, judging by the way the front of Auntie Em's dress was moving, Mom had a handful of pussy and was diddling her sister's clit.

Auntie Em had her mouth open and was breathing heavily. The way she was humping Mom's hand, I figured she would be cumming any minute now. 

I moved my hand up the preacher's wife's leg and under the leg band of her panties. From my angle I couldn't tell what kind of panties she was wearing. All I could tell for certain was that they were yellow and were made of cotton. Mrs. Willis sure as hell wasn't wearing a thong, neither! That much I knew. For the rest of the way home I either had a finger in her chubby little pussy or I was strumming Mrs. Willis' clit like it was a guitar string. 

First, I heard Auntie Em gasp out a quiet orgasm. Then I heard Mom take in a sudden deep breath. I took a quick look over my shoulder and saw that Mom and my auntie were frenching each other. Auntie Em had gotten around to returning Mom's favor and now, they were both diddling each other.

Then it was Mrs. Willis' turn. Her vaginal muscles clamped down on my fingers. She gasped loudly and the car swerved, briefly crossing the dividing line before she managed to regain control. I breathed a sigh of relief, glad that there were no other cars in sight. We might have had a wreck.

I withdrew my fingers and offered them to Mrs. Willis. She promptly licked them clean. By that time we were pulling into Auntie Em's driveway.

We (me, Mom and Auntie Em) exited the vehicle. Auntie Em invited Mrs. Willis in for a cup of coffee. She declined saying that she had to get home and freshen up. 

"It's been a long day already," she said. "And it's getting hot as hell out here." She looked at me and winked. "I seemed to have worked up quite a sweat," she said as she fanned her face with her hand.

We went inside, changed clothes and met at the kitchen table. Just as we sat down, the phone rang. Auntie Em picked up the receiver, said a few words and finished with, "I'll be right over." She hung up the phone.

"That was Linda," she said. "Wants me to come over for a while. Says she has something she wants to talk over with me."

That left me alone with Mom. I was getting horny just looking at the way her tits were causing the front of her dress to move in and out when she breathed.

Mom got up and went to the refrigerator. "Can I get you anything?" she asked.

"I'm fine," I replied.

Mom opened the refrigerator door, bent over and opened the crisper drawer. Her skirt clung to her ass like it was glued on her. Didn't help me a whole lot in the horny department. Kept me stiff as a board. 

She reached inside, grabbed an orange and straightened up. She closed the crisper drawer, shut the refrigerator door and moved over to the sink. She broke the outer peel with her fingernail and started peeling the orange.

I could take it no longer. I walked up behind Mom and pressed my cock against her backside, reached around and grabbed her big knockers in my hands. I kneaded them tits of hers and rubbed my pecker against her ass.

Mom dropped the orange and, with a groan of desire, placed her hands over mine. She leaned her head back a bit and moaned. I about popped off on the spot when she wiggled that fine, sexy ass of hers against my cock. "Aaron," she breathed huskily. "Baby. Whatever am I going to do with you?"

I didn't answer. Instead, I took my hands off her tits, grabbed the hem of her skirt and, in one quick move, shoved it up past her ass. I pulled them white cotton granny style panties down below her knees and let them fall to the floor. Mom stepped out of them, bent over the sink and spread her legs.

I unzipped my pants, hauled out my Johnson and slid it inside her velvety love channel all the way to the root in one quick move.

Up until this time, she had not spoken a word. My balls slapped up against her clit, causing her to grunt loudly. "I've been waiting for you to take me this way, baby," she said, breathlessly. "Since the first day I got back and saw you fucking your Aunt Emma. Now fuck me like the man I know you are!"

I pulled about halfway out of Mom's velvety sheath and drove back into her as hard as I could. We both grunted at the same time. I kept on pounding into that fiery furnace with a vengeance. In and out, in and out; both of us grunting every time my belly slammed up against her ass. 

Mom's love muscles danced up and down around my cock, sending shivers throughout my body. I was aching for some relief, but I didn't want Mom to think I was greedy so I slowed the pace.




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We developed a nice, steady rhythm that kept us quite charged up but wasn't going to send either of us over the edge for a while. 

Mom held on to the edge of the sink and shoved her ass back at me each time I went deep. "Fuck me, Aaron, baby," she moaned. "Give me all you've got."

Knowing that I wasn't going to cum for a long while if we kept fucking the way we were, I decided to up the ante a bit.

To Mom's disappointment, I pulled completely out of her. She pushed back at me. "Put it back in, baby," she pleaded. "I'm not through yet. Fuck Mommy some more."

I shoved my fingers inside her juicing pussy for a bit of lubrication, pulled them out and began massaging her asshole.

"Ooooohhh," Mom said, her voice betraying her horniness. "You want to take Mommy in her ass?"

"Not only do I want to fuck your ass," I told her, "I'm gonna fuck your puckered little hole until it gets as wide as a baseball bat."

My fingers entered Mom's box one more time, scooped up some more of her love offering and pressed my forefinger at the entrance to her bowels. I shoved my finger inside her ass all the way to the last knuckle. I held it still for a second or two and then began fucking her asshole with it.

She wiggled her ass wildly. "Oh, yeah, baby," she said in a low, husky voice. "That feels so fucking good. Fuck my asshole. Fuck my asshole with your fingers. Aaaaiiiieeee! Fuck me!"

I inserted my middle finger alongside my first and fucked her with my fingers for three or four minutes before I pulled them out. I put my hand on her shoulder. "Suck my fingers," I told her. "Taste your pussy and your nasty ass at the same time."

Mom turned her head, stuck out her tongue and licked my fingers. "Put them in your mouth," I demanded. "Taste them proper like."

She did as she was told.

I withdrew my fingers, grabbed on to both ass cheeks and lined the head of my cock up against the opening to her dirty brown hole. "You like the taste of your ass on my fingers?" I asked.

"Fuck, yes," she shrieked. "Fuck, yes."

I pushed against her sphincter muscle. "Shove it in my ass," Mom yelled. "Shove it all the way in. Now!"

How I kept from ripping her ass wide open, I'll never know. I wasn't all that big in the cock department, but I was pretty sure Mom wasn't used to having her ass invaded so often as to be used to it.

But, shove, I did. It was a bit difficult at first, getting the head all the way in, but when I did get it in, the rest of my fuck pole followed it on in like it was meant to be there.

Mom yelled quite loudly the first time I entered her ass. I quit moving. "You want me to quit?" I asked.

Mom giggled a bit. "You do," she said breathlessly, "and I'll fucking disown you."

I reached around Mom's waist and pressed both forefingers against the sides of her hooded clitoris and massaged it lightly. I resumed my pounding of her ass with a vengeance.

Almost immediately, Mom began taking air into her lungs in short, quick breaths, almost as though she was hyperventilating. An obstruction of some sort caused her to wheeze on every intake. Her body trembled and shook. From the top of her head all the way down to the bottoms of her feet, she trembled. Had it not been for the fact that my cock was lodged deep within Mom's bowels, I think I would have been knocked plumb out of the saddle a couple of times.

Her tremors continued. Her breathing quickened. Her wheezing had been replaced by a long series of short groans. "Mmmm, mmmm, mmmm," she said over and over again. 

Suddenly, Mom slumped over the sink, her body still and nearly lifeless. Every once in a while she would make a feeble attempt to raise her head and say a word or two, but could only mutter something high-pitched and unintelligible. I noticed the wheezing had returned.

I stayed behind Mom with my cock still buried in her ass, waiting; waiting not quite so patiently for her to come to herself. Finally, she called out my name.

"Aaron, baby," she began. "Dear sweet, Aaron. Where have you been all my life?"

My only reply was to ease my pole almost completely out of her shitter and then shove it back in again. I did it a second time, a third time and then continued pumping my rod in and out of her ass. 

Mom soon joined in the fray. Took her a while to get in synch, but she did. Pushed her ass back along the shaft of my cock as I was shoving it up her colon. Made a right fair amount of noise, we did; her hunkers slapping against my stomach and groin with unparalleled urgency. She had gotten into the rhythm quite well.

"Cum, Aaron, baby," Mom said in a low voice, meant only for my ears. "I want to feel your stuff coating the insides of my bowels. Flood my ass with your sweet tasting man juices." She wiggled her ass for emphasis.

I guess she could feel my shaft enlarging in preparation for sending a load of white hot jizz up into her ass, because she began to shout. "It's coming, baby," she said. I can feel it just as sure as I know my son has his cock in his mother's ass."

Hearing Mom talk dirty like that made my nut sacks release their load of spunk. My baby making juices sped up my urethra and out into her ass. Only, they wouldn't be making any babies this time around. Instead, I took a bit of pride in knowing that I was giving her a seminal enema. Damned if that didn't turn me on even more.

Six times I shot my splooge up inside Mom's ass. Or was it seven. Hell, I don't know. The way I was feeling, I felt extremely fortunate to be able to count to one.

Just when I thought I was finished cumming, Mom's sphincter muscle squeezed my cock like a vice. I almost died on the spot! I could barely keep from passing out, the sensations were so overwhelming. 

I shot one more big load into her bowels and then fell forward onto Mom's back, exhausted and unable to move. We remained in that position until my wilted stick of man flesh slipped out of Mom's ass.

When I felt I was capable of standing on my own, I backed away from our unholy embrace. The backs of my legs hit a chair and I plopped my ass right down in it. Mom was a bit slower to move, but, finally, we were both facing each other across the table. 

Her eyes were still glazed over a bit as she looked at me and said, "I really get turned on when I get fucked like that."

"You mean when you get it in the ass?"

Mom reached across the table and took my hand in hers. "I mean when I get fucked like that anywhere a man can plant his big ole cunt pleaser. In my ass. In my pussy. In my mouth and down my throat. And even between my titties."

"All I want to do is make you happy," I told her.

Mom squeezed my hand. "Baby, you keep on making Mommy happy like that and you'll spoil me rotten."

"That's the name of the game, Mom. The name of the game."

About that time Auntie Em came into the kitchen, stuck her nose high in the air and gave an exaggerated sniff. 

"Smells like someone's been pretty busy," she said.

Mom's face fairly beamed. "We have, Emma. We have. Sit down here and let us tell you all about it."



Auntie Em Ch. 12



Summertime was over and I was in the middle of my first semester at Parkston Junior College. Carrying a full load didn't give me much time to make the trip back and forth from Auntie Em's so with Mom's and my auntie's financial assistance, I was able to rent a small studio apartment just a couple of blocks from the college. Made for some lonesome nights. 

I made it through the first couple of months okay, I guess. But I was getting lonesome for some home cooking. Not to mention horny. I was grateful for the brief respite. Gave my body a chance to recuperate; get them sperm cells to multiplying again like they should. 

Toward the end of that second month away from home, my horniness was getting the best of me, so after my last class that Friday afternoon, I packed a small bag, hopped in the Camry and hot footed it to Auntie Em's house; unannounced.

I pulled into the driveway and parked beside that beat up old Rambler the Preacher and his wife drove. Why they didn't buy a newer car was beyond me. With what the church paid him, I'm certain they could afford one. Then it dawned on me. They were putting out a lot of money to keep their daughter, Marie, in pre-med school.

I walked in the door, dropped my bag on the floor beside me and called out. "Mom. Auntie Em. Where is everybody?"

The preacher's wife came out of the kitchen wearing one of Auntie Em's aprons over a plain blue dress with a wooden spoon in one hand and the finger of her other hand pressed against her lips.

"Shhhhh," she cautioned me. "They just got to sleep."

"Is there anything wrong?" I queried.

"Your mother and your aunt are both down with the flu," she informed me. "Got it bad, too."

"Why didn't someone call me?" I asked.

"Both of them came down with it early yesterday afternoon. Your aunt called me first thing this morning. They didn't want to bother you and make your grades suffer from the distraction." "When can I talk to them?" I asked.

"I'm making some soup as we speak. I'll be feeding them as soon as it's ready. Why don't you come in the kitchen with me so I can talk and cook at the same time?"

I watched Mrs. Willis turn and walk towards the kitchen. Her thick thighs and heavy butt made my heart pound with excitement. 

Now, don't get me wrong, Sister Willis was not fat by any stretch of the imagination. As a matter of fact, her stomach was as flat as a board. She was, let's say, stout. Five foot five. Or six if she stretched it a bit. Hair color was nearly the same as Auntie Em's, but much shorter. 

Not an overly thick torso, but bigger than most. Her tits were of average size. They sure did look firm. Made me want to hold them and find out just how firm they really were. 

She was a strong looking woman whose muscular body made her look overweight, but she wasn't. I had heard Mom tell Dad some time ago that she'd seen Mrs. Willis weighing herself on the scales in the ladies bathroom at church several times and had never seen the scales go above a hundred and forty pounds.

The preacher's wife was a different breed of fox. And, since Mom and Auntie Em were temporarily out of commission, I decided it was time to go fox hunting!

I followed Mrs. Willis into the kitchen. "Anything I can do to help, Sister Willis?" I asked.

She smiled. "Please. Call me Leanne. Sister Willis sounds so impersonal. You can sit down and keep me company if you'd like."

I sat at the table, watching those tits of hers bounce around inside her blouse while she stirred the soup rather vigorously. When she bent over to get something out of the refrigerator or from one of the cabinets below the sink area, her dress would ride up her bare leg to about mid thigh.

Her hips would run out of room, causing her dress to cling tightly to her ass. This, in return, produced some very visible panty lines that ran along the bottoms of her hips. It was sexy. Real sexy.

For some unexplained reason, I wanted that woman. She wasn't nearly as good looking as Linda, Mom or Auntie Em, but she wasn't ugly by any stretch of the imagination. Plain would probably be a better descriptive word. Hot also came to mind. As in hot as hell. I had to start somewhere if I was to achieve my goal.

I nervously cleared my throat. "Uh, uhm," I began. Suddenly, my throat went dry. I couldn't utter one single word.

Leanne turned around, looked at me and smiled. "Yes?" she said.

"Uhm......about the other day," I began. 

Leanne's breasts shook wildly back and forth inside her dress when she tossed her head back in an effort to try and move an errant strand of hair out of her face. If I wasn't sure before, I was now. The preacher's wife wasn't wearing a bra. 

"What about the other day?" she asked.

"You know," I stammered. "In the car."

She just stood there, looking at me without saying a word. Had an ornery looking smile on her face as she scratched her left boob. I didn't think it was humanly possible for my cock to get any harder than it already was. It did, though. 

I cleared my throat again. "I hope I didn't offend you by what I did on the way home."

"What was it you did?" she asked with a sinful little gleam in her eyes, as she tried to act like the innocent person I knew she wasn't. 

"You know...when I put my hand on your leg."

Mrs. Willis took a deep breath, shoving those medium sized titties of hers against the front of her dress, her nipples making tiny little tents in the material.

"Well," she said. "I thoroughly enjoyed it. Lord knows Lonnie hasn't touched me in that way in quite some time. Hellfire, Aaron, he hasn't touched me in any way in well over a year."

"How come?" I asked. "If you were mine, I'd touch you all over. Any time I got the chance."

Her voice got low and sexy. She came over, sat down in my lap and wiggled her chunky ass all over my cock. "You've got a chance now, if you want it."

I wanted it alright. I put my arm around her shoulder and nuzzled her neck. My other hand went instinctively to her outer thigh. "Mmmm," I moaned and then inhaled deeply. "You smell like lilacs."

Leanne leaned in and kissed me full on the lips. At the insistence of her roaming tongue, my mouth opened and let it inside. I captured it between my lips and hung on for dear life. It always felt so sexy when I could suck on a woman's tongue and this time was no exception.

I kept her tongue inside my mouth and breathed through my nose, finally releasing my grip and shoving my own tongue into her mouth.

Sister Willis broke contact and stood up. "Got to check on the soup," she said. "Don't want it to burn."

I followed her to the stove, lifted her dress over her hips and went to my knees behind her. I pulled her plain white cotton panties plumb off her, put them to my face and licked the crotch. I tasted the leavings of a hot and horny pussy. Then I tossed them over my shoulder.

I buried my face in her ass as I reached around her to search for her clit. I found it with ease and began teasing it with my fingers. At the same time, I was licking her ass crack from bottom to top.

Leanne turned around and spread her legs wide. She had to have had the biggest bunch of pubic hair of anybody. Black as the inside of a cow's ass, it hung down like a beard. I pushed the hair out of the way and began to lick her vulva like it was a popsicle. 

She grabbed the back of my head and pulled me closer. "What am I going to do with you?"

I stood and held Leanne in my embrace. The bulge in my pants was rubbing against her hairy mound. "The real question," I began, "is what am I going to do TO you?"

I nibbled on her ear a bit before she pushed me away. "Just about anything you want," she giggled. "Just as soon as I finish this soup."

I sat back down at the table. "Why?" I asked her.

"Why what?"

"The preacher. Why don't he touch you anymore?"

Leanne got that far away look in her eyes. Stared straight through me, she did, without even seeing me. "It's been a bit more than a year now; close to fifteen months, since I caught him at the church fucking the pianist."

Usually it turns me on to hear a woman talk dirty, but somehow, Sister Willis didn't seem to be talking dirty. It was more like she was stating an unchallengeable fact. 

"What did you do?"

"Nothing, right then," she said. "I hurried home and cried like a baby. I mean, how could he betray me like that?" Leanne smoothed the front of her dress before she continued. "We had our daughter to think about. Getting Marie through school seemed more important at the time. So, I basically just let it pass."

Leanne laughed lightly. "I still hold it over him. If I want something bad enough, I threaten to go to the deacons and tell them what he's doing with that god damned piano playing tramp. Works every time."

We talked for a few minutes longer before Sister Willis decided the soup was ready for human consumption. "Time to wake them up," she declared. She ladled some soup into two medium sized bowls, crumbled up several crackers and dropped them into the soup. "Get me a couple of spoons out of the drawer," she told me. "And then follow me."

We entered Auntie Em's room and walked across the floor to where she and Mom lay sleeping. Leanne put the bowls on the night stand, leaned over Mom and gently shook her shoulder. I did the same to Auntie Em.

"Aaron," Auntie Em said in a flu weakened voice. "What are you doing here?" 

"Getting ready to feed you some homemade soup," I told her.

Leanne handed me a bowl and I gave her a spoon.

Auntie Em could hardly keep her eyes open. "You made it yourself?" she asked.

Man, she was really out of it. "Sister Willis did," I said as I pulled her to a sitting position with her back against the headboard. "You know I can't even boil water."

Auntie Em was too weak to speak much at all. That one question she had asked me seemed to have drained what remaining strength she may have had right out of her.

Sister Willis and I spent the better part of an hour spoon feeding those two women. When we finished, we helped them slide back down in the bed. Both Auntie Em and Mom had already passed out before we could cover them up with the bedding.

Sister Willis followed me out the door, bowls in hand and closed it behind her. I immediately grabbed her arm and led her into the spare bedroom. 

"Oh my!" Leanne exclaimed as she set the bowls on top of the chest of drawers on our way to the bed.

I took her in my arms and held her for a moment or two, then turned her around. I hurriedly undid the ties to Auntie Em's apron and then unzipped the back of her dress. She shrugged her shoulders, allowing the apron to float to the floor. Her dress hung loosely at her waist.

I shoved it down Leanne's hips and watched her dress as it fell to the floor next to the apron. She sat down on the bed while I took off her tennis shoes. I then began kissing and licking her feet.

As I took the big toe of her right foot into my mouth, a scent of her sweaty foot wafted up into my nose. Wasn't real strong; just a hint of a scent. Certainly not enough to make me quit what I was doing.

I kissed my way up her leg and onto her belly where I reamed out her navel before traveling down her other leg. When I finished slobbering all over Leanne's other foot I stood and took off my shirt and my t-shirt.

Leanne reached out and grabbed the waist band of my pants and jerked me closer. She clawed at button that held my pants together, grabbed the zipper tab and yanked downward. My pants fell quickly to the floor. A half second later and my boxers joined them.

I kicked the clothes out of the way and then kicked my loose fitting canvas shoes in the same direction as our other clothes.

Leanne was breathing rather heavily, as was I. I stepped between her legs and aimed my cock at her lips. "Suck it," I told her. "Suck it like you mean it."

Dear Sister Willis, bless her heart, seemed a bit intimidated by my sudden aggressiveness, but she did what she was told. She grabbed my chunk of hot iron and slid her lips over the head.

Her tongue got real active; slowly swirling around that red, mushroom-looking head at the same time she was slowly jacking me off. 

I grabbed the back of her head and pulled it forward as I pushed my cock into her mouth. "Oomph!" she grunted as my helmeted soldier slid into her throat.

I held her head so she couldn't move; kept my tube steak as far down her throat as I could get it. It stayed there until she had no choice but to gag and swallow. What little amount of air she was able to breathe in through her nose was clearly not enough.

Finally I pulled back and let her take a couple of deep breaths before I jammed it down her throat again. Almost immediately, I pulled back only to slam it halfway down to her stomach. Thus, began a session of skull fucking at its very best.

Leanne's gag reflex was working overtime. The pressure of her throat muscles clamping down over the head of my dick was driving me nearly insane with lust. The more I slammed my cock into her throat, the more I wanted to continue doing it. But I wasn't ready to cum yet. 

I released my grip on Leanne's head and pulled completely out of her mouth. "Damn!" she exclaimed when she was able to breathe a bit easier. "I thought you were going to suffocate me."

I smiled rather cruelly. "You said I could do anything I wanted to you."

"Yes, I did," she conceded. "I'm just not used to such rough treatment. That's all."

"I usually don't get that rough," I told her. "It's been some time since I could relieve myself properly. I guess I got a little carried away."

Surprised the complete hell out of me when she said "That's okay, Aaron. Sometimes I like it a bit rough."

I sat on the bed beside her, put my hands on her shoulders and laid her down on her back. "I promise to be a bit more gentle on this go around," I told her.

"Not on your life, mister," she said as she spread her legs wide, revealing her bountiful bush. "I want you to fuck me hard and I want you to fuck me deep." 

I wasted little time with preliminaries. I went to my elbows between Leanne's legs, pushed that overgrown patch of pubic hair out of the way and wrapped my lips around the biggest, longest clitoris I think I will ever see in my life. Damned thing sticking out of its hood must have been at least an inch long! And, oh, was it sensitive.

Clamped down on that monstrous thing with my lips and pulled on it, stretching it out and away from her body until my mouth was no longer touching her vulva. 

I used my tongue on Leanne's clit much like she used hers on my cock. I swirled it around and around that huge appendage of hers a whole lot of times before I diddled the end of it with the tip of my tongue. 'Bout drove her wild, it did. 

Then I began sliding my pursed lips up and down her clit. When I felt her shove her hairy mound into my face I covered my teeth with my lips and nibbled on it from one end to the other. Couldn't get enough of that big ole thing.

Preacher's wife screamed so loud that, had we been in a graveyard, the dead would have been calling the police complaining they couldn't sleep. Her hips came up off the bed at lightning speed as she jammed her mound into my face. Thought sure my lips would be thoroughly and totally bruised come morning.

Leanne's whole body jerked and twitched uncontrollably while I continued to torture her clit mercilessly. Then, suddenly, she stiffened and let out another animal like cry. Her body slumped back onto the bed and she lay still for the longest time; her tongue hanging loosely from the corner of her mouth.

I wasted no time in getting to my knees and aiming that red headed cunt pleaser right at her quivering hole. I quickly shoved it in to the very depths of Leanne's soul and left it there, buried to the root, reveling in the deliciously sinful, mind-numbing emotions that sent an abundance of electrically charged lightning bolts throughout my body.

My cock pistoned in and out of her glory hole at break neck speed. Suddenly, Leanne was alive again; giving as good as she got. She met every thrust of my human spear with a thrust of her own. Seems as though we were both building up to one humongous orgasm. An orgasm of hurricane like proportions.

We were moving in a rhythm not our own; one that had been written on the stone tablets of our souls. Our grunts and groans were coming one after the other and they were getting exponentially louder with each stroke of my sex in and out of her dungeon of love. 

We were loud and we were raucous. And I didn't really give a damn who heard us. I guess that, deep inside, I was still fuming about being shut out of the bedroom that first night Mom was back from Texas. I know that Mom and Auntie Em and me had agreed to be faithful to each other, but right now, at this moment in time, that agreement didn't mean diddly squat to me. I was coming dangerously close to busting a nut of epic proportions and I wasn't about to be denied that pleasure.

One more thrust and it was over for the both of us. I grabbed Leanne's legs and laid them on my shoulders. She screamed loudly, clamped her cunt muscles around my cock so hard that I was sure it was going to fall off. And then she was still; her rapid breaths being the only movement her body was making.

My cock began pumping her pussy full of my hot scalding man juices. I screamed right along with her, but my screams were muffled. I had a mouthful of her toes to partially block the sound.

Thinking I was finished squirting, I pulled out of her velvet-lined hole. Just as I did, my cock jerked one last time; sending a long stream of spunk deep into her beautiful black bush.

"Son-of-a-bitch," Leanne whispered as we lay cuddled together in our post coital bliss. "I ain't never had it so rough and so good at the same time in my entire life."

My physical exertion had rendered me temporarily mute. I just nodded my head and hugged her closer.



Auntie Em Ch. 13



Me and Leanne did the nasty three more times that weekend before I had to go back to college. Each time we made enough noise to raise the dead. Maybe, subconsciously, I wanted to get caught. I don't know. 

During our last romp, Auntie Em walked in on us humping each other, looking haggard and mad as hell.

"What the fuck!" she exclaimed. The top of her flowered nightgown outlined her heaving tits to perfection while the rest of it hung loosely around her body. "I do everything for you. I let you do anything to me. And this is how you repay me?"

I knew I had been caught dead to rights, but strangely enough, I didn't really give a damn. 

"Auntie Em, I......"

Auntie Em held her hand up, her palm facing me. Tears were running down her cheeks. "Just shut up," she told me. "Just shut your fucking mouth."

She glared at Leanne. "What did you do? Call this little prick up the moment you found out we were sick?"

"Get down here," she said in a falsetto tone, trying to mimic the preacher's wife's voice. "We've got the whole weekend to fuck our brains out."

Sister Willis was quick to respond. "It's not like that at all," she told Auntie Em.

"Don't tell me what it's like or not like," my auntie screamed. "Not after what I walked in on just now."

She ranted on for close to fifteen minutes or more. I got tired of hearing her repeat herself over and over again, so I tuned her out and resumed sliding my cock in and out of Leanne's pussy. Leanne must have grown tired of Auntie Em's carrying on, too, because she soon joined in and quickly adjusted the timing of her pelvic thrusts to mine.

Well, that didn't do a whole helluva lot of good for my relationship with Auntie Em. Kinda like putting a screen door on a submarine.

Anyways, Auntie Em's ranting had attracted Mom's attention and she soon joined us. Mom was a bit more understanding. Her voice sounding soothing and very restrained, she began talking to her sister. Took Mom a while, but she got her calmed down.

When she was able to talk rationally Auntie Em ordered me out of the house. "Now," she said. "You can come back some other time to get your things."

By this time, Leanne and I had uncoupled and were busy putting our clothes back on.

"Aren't you being a bit harsh?" Mom asked my auntie.

Auntie Em took in a deep breath and held it for a couple of seconds before exhaling. "Harsh, am I? Have you forgotten the promises we made each other?" She leaned forward a bit and glared at me and then at Leanne.

"You stay here," she said to Leanne. "I've got something in mind for you."

Auntie Em looked at me. There was an evil looking gleam in her eye. "I've changed my mind. I want you to stay for a while, too."

"I really have to be going," Sister Willis told Auntie Em as she stood.

Auntie Em shoved her rather roughly back onto the bed. "I said stay where you are, bitch!"

Leanne looked up at Auntie Em with pleading eyes, but said nothing.

"Both of you take your clothes off. Now!"

It was an easy task for Leanne. All she had to do was stand up, slide those plain white cotton panties off her chunky little ass, past those thick thighs that I'd come to know so well and let them fall to the floor. Me? I had all of my clothes on and was headed for the door when Auntie Em told me to stay.

When I was once again naked, Auntie Em pointed to Leanne's panties. "Take them to him," she told the preacher's wife.

Leanne picked up her panties and stepped in front of me, obediently awaiting further instructions.

"Put them on him," was my auntie's next command. I guess she thought she would be causing me some humiliation. Fact was that sometimes, I rather enjoyed wearing women's panties. I'd tried different styles in the past, but the granny style ones were my favorites. They didn't chafe as much as some of the others did. Crotch was wide enough on most brands to let my balls rest comfortably well.

I did my best to hide my excitement as I lifted each leg one at a time and let Leanne pull them up over my hips. They were a little bit too big for me, but I knew they would stay on quite well unless I moved around a lot.

My cock betrayed me. Just as soon as that soft cotton material touched the head of my dick, I sprouted an instant boner. Auntie Em noticed it right away.

"So, you like wearing panties, do you?"

I nodded weakly, my head bowed and my chin almost touching my chest.

Auntie Em came over and delivered a stinging blow to my left cheek with the palm of her hand. "Speak up, you fucking pervert!"

"Yes," I said quite a bit louder, my voice trembling with apprehension. 

Whack! She slapped me again. "Look at me, goddammit! Look at me when you talk to me!"

I slowly raised my head and stared Auntie Em in the face. I touched a hand to my cheek and winced. She'd hit me good, that Auntie Em. She'd hit me real good. 

"Go get your dildo, sis," Auntie Em told my mother. "I think I've found another use for it"

Mom left the room for a few minutes. When she returned, she was holding the longest and the biggest black fucking artificial cock I have ever seen. Not that I've seen a lot of them, but it had to be larger than ninety-nine percent of anything any sex store had for sale. I don't think I would have come close to wrapping my fingers around it and make my fingers touch my thumb. That thing was fucking huge!

Auntie Em told Leanne to lie down on the bed. "On your back, bitch!" she said. The preacher's wife quickly complied. Auntie Em took off her gown, climbed onto the bed and straddled Leanne's stomach. She was naked also.

"Ever lick another woman's pussy?" Auntie Em asked her. "Ever suck on anything besides a man's cock?"

Leanne's eyes were as wide as saucers as she struggled to get away from Auntie Em. Mom's sister quickly scooted up Sister Willis' torso and pinned Leanne's arms to the bed with her knees. My auntie was stronger than what I thought she was.

Leanne kept struggling. She bucked and twisted her hips from side to side in an effort to get out of Auntie Em's grasp.

"Hold her still," Auntie Em said to no one in particular. "Someone hold this bitch still."

Mom rushed to the bed, grabbed Leanne by the ankles and wouldn't let her move. Finally Sister Willis quit struggling.

"I asked you a question," Auntie Em said as she slapped Leanne's face. Slapped her so hard a reddened palm print instantly appeared on her cheek. "You ever lick another woman's pussy?"

Her eyes still opened wide, Leanne shook her head. "No," she said. Was that excitement that caused her voice to shake so much? Sure looked that way to me.

"Well, get started then," Auntie Em told her. "And you'd better satisfy me, too. If you don't, I'll ram that big ole fake cock right up your ass without any lubrication. I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Leanne shook her head violently from side to side. "No," she said. "Please, in the name of God, no."

"Fine fucking time to be relying on that name," Auntie Em jeered. "After all you've done these past couple of days. Aaron the only one you've cheated on your husband with?"

"No," Leanne said weakly.

"Who was it?" my auntie asked.

"D...D...D...Deacon Lowry."

Auntie Em grunted. "That fat bastard? I wouldn't let him fuck my goats. Damn, you must have been desperate."

"And his son," Sister Willis said, almost in a whisper.

"Same time?"

"Yes," came the reply.

Auntie Em's ass wiggled almost imperceptively. "Fuck," she exclaimed. "That's making me get wet and all squishy inside."

Suddenly, she filled her fists with Leanne's hair and pulled her head up as she jammed her pussy into Sister Willis' face. "Lick me, bitch!" she cried out. "Suck my clit and make me cum!" She let go of the preacher's wife's head and let it fall back to the pillow.

Leanne pushed her tongue out, made one tentative lick up Auntie Em's pussy lips and stopped. My auntie's hips jerked again. She threw her head back and screamed, "Don't stop now, dammit! Don't stop now!"

Sister Willis' tongue made another trip up pleasant valley, this time using a bit more pressure. She hesitated for a second and licked again.

"Oh, yesssss!" Auntie Em moaned. "Lick my clit, bitch!"

Leanne no longer struggled to get away from Auntie Em. She held my auntie by her hips and pulled her sex a bit closer. She was lapping at Auntie Em's pussy like a seasoned veteran. I could see her hair covered pussy glistening with her love juices. 

Damned if my cock wasn't about to explode! I trapped the head of my leaking, panty clad prick between the thumb and the first two fingers of my right hand and massaged that helmeted, soulless, one-eyed little prick almost to the point of eruption.

I was approaching the edge of no return when Auntie Em turned and fixed her eyes upon me. She fairly well screamed at me. "I didn't give you permission to do that!"

Just the look on her face made my cock lose interest in spewing my sperm into Leanne's panties. It stayed hard, but the urgent need to cum had passed. I dropped my hands to my side and looked down at the tent I'd made in those full-backed panties.

I looked again at the action on the bed. Auntie Em was using Leanne's face like a scratching post, rubbing her mound against her nose and chin. 

Leanne's face seemed to be glowing. She was really getting in to this pussy licking thing. Her cunt lips were completely covered with a thin layer of her juices. There was a huge pool of dampness on the sheet between her thighs. And it wasn't sweat, either.

Mom was no longer holding her down. The way Sister Willis seemed to be enjoying herself, I figured that it didn't make sense to continue restricting her movements.

"Ever had your pussy licked by another woman," Auntie Em asked Leanne.

Leanne shook her head while still licking Auntie Em's clit. The extra action on her sensitive button caused my auntie to shudder like she'd taken a sudden chill.

Mom spread Sister Willis' legs wide, scooted up a bit and pressed her face into her crotch, made one pass from the bottom to the top of Leanne's slit and raised up onto her knees.

"Son-of-a-bitch!" Mom exclaimed. "Sis, you've got to see this."

Auntie Em turned her head to look at her sister. "See what?"

"Her bush, for one thing! Hairiest fucking thing I've ever seen," Mom said. "And her clit! Bigger and longer than yours and mine put together!"

Auntie Em's body jerked spasmodically as Leanne's oral ministrations changed from licking her clit to sucking it. No longer interested in what her sister was saying, she screamed. "Mo-ther fuck-er," she cried as she put emphasis on each syllable. "Oh-my-god!"

Mom's body continued to tremble and shake violently as she grabbed another handful of Leanne's hair and pressed her mound hard against Mrs. Willis' face. She held her pussy in that position until the tremors passed, jerked hard once again and fell forward, releasing her grip on Leanne's hair.

Meanwhile, Mom continued to lick and suck on that elongated appendage like it was the only thing left in the entire universe capable of sustaining life.

The preacher's wife was getting close herself. She raised her legs, locked them at the ankles and squeezed Mom's head between her thighs. "Oh! Oh! Oh!" she cried over and over again. "You're making me crazy! You're killing me!"

Auntie Em had recovered somewhat and was now nibbling on one of Leanne's nipples. And she wasn't taking it very easy on her either. I looked on as I saw my auntie take that extended, rubbery-looking extension between her teeth and bite it. I thought that she would surely bring blood if she continued. 

Finally, Auntie Em released her grip and planted a series of kisses on Mom's face and neck; everywhere except on her lips. They were preoccupied. Very much so.

She took hold of Mom's ears and pulled her away from Leanne's pussy. "Move up and sit on her face," she told Mom. 

Mom crawled up into the same position Auntie Em had been in and slowly lowered her snatch onto Leanne's face. This time the preacher's wife didn't have to be told what to do. She lapped at Mom's pussy lips like she had been a cunt licker for most of her life. She soon had Mom on the edge.

Meanwhile, Auntie Em had Leanne's pussy lips spread wide. "You're right, Emma," she said. "That's the hairiest damn bush I have ever seen."

Auntie Em licked Leanne's slit several times before she came up for air. "And, that fucking clit! She could almost use it as a prick."

Auntie Em went back to torturing Leanne's pussy and clit with her mouth and tongue until she had Preacher Willis' wife on the verge of having another massive orgasm. That's when she called my name.

"Aaron," she said.

I was so intent on watching the action in front of me that it took a while for it to register on my mind that Auntie Em was talking to me. 

I looked at her with lust filled eyes. "Huh?" I said.

"Climb up here and fuck your new found lover. I want you to fuck her 'til she cries out in surrender."

As horny as I was, she damned sure didn't have to ask me twice. Before you could say, "Fuck me running," I was between Sister Willis' legs with my helmeted soldier pressed against her sexual fortress, ready for Commander Emma to sound the charge.

"Do it," she shouted. "Shove that two-timing woman pleaser of yours up her cunt until it comes out her eyeball."

I pushed the crotch of those panties aside and prepared to invade that lusty hallway Leanne called a pussy. Leanne grunted loudly as I entered her slippery love canal with one hard shove. She immediately pushed back at me. Pushed so hard I thought my entire being was going to be swallowed up in that dark, sinful cavern of hers.

I could tell that she wanted it hard and fast, like we'd done every other time we'd fucked, but I was determined to take it slow.

Behind me, I felt Auntie Em spreading some kind of lubricant in and around my asshole. Whatever it was, it felt good. The sensuous, erotic tingling started at my anus and quickly spread to my hips and groin. Soon, I was feeling warm all over as my nerve endings began to explode, sending small jolts of electricity throughout my body. Then I felt something large and hard pushing past my ass cheeks and pressing against my chocolate highway.

With some difficulty, I pulled out of Leanne's hot box and turned around, narrowly escaping having my butt reamed with that giant dildo. I grabbed Auntie Em's forearms and viciously twisted her wrists in an attempt to wrestle that monstrosity out of her powerful grip. It was tough going at first. Auntie Em was a lot stronger than she looked. 

All interaction between Mom and Sister Willis stopped as they both moved further up on the bed to watch us fighting each other for possession of that overly large cock.

Auntie Em quickly lost the battle and released her grip, causing that fake pecker to drop to the floor. I scrambled out of bed to retrieve it before she could. 

I picked it up off the floor and stood facing the bed. My auntie lunged for it, but I was too fast for her. I stepped back, and her hand flew harmlessly by. I moved closer and pushed her back onto the bed.

"It's your turn, bitch," I hissed at her. "You've dominated everyone else in this room. It's time for a little payback. Get on your hands and knees. NOW!"

Auntie Em complied meekly and turned to look at me over her shoulder, her eyes full of questions. "Where's that shit you were rubbing on my asshole?" I asked. She pointed to the night stand beside me.

I opened the drawer, reached in and came out with a large bottle of KY Warming Gel. I handed it to her. "Prep your bunghole with it," I commanded in a gruff voice that did little to communicate to Auntie Em how angry I really was.

My auntie's eyes opened wide, silently pleading for me not to go through with what I had in mind as she put a very generous amount of that thick liquid along her ass crack. "No," she mouthed. "No."

I nodded toward Leanne. "Give it to her," I said.

Leanne took the liquid gel from Auntie Em and before I could tell her what to do, she had squeezed a big blob of the stuff on her fingers and was already massaging it into my auntie's wrinkled little brown hole.

When I figured Auntie Em was about as lubed as she could possibly get, I pressed the tip of Mom's dildo against my auntie's back door.

The ring around her shit hole was well lubricated and quite dilated so the first half of the head slipped in rather easily.

"Noooooo," she whimpered. "I promise to be good. You can stay here as long as you like. You can fuck anybody you want and I won't say a thing. Please don't stick that thing up my ass. You'll ruin me for life."

"You pays your money and you takes your chances," I retorted. "You should have thought of that before you tried to humiliate me."

"More lube," I told Leanne as I pulled the fake cock from Auntie Em's ass. I could hear my auntie's very audible sigh of relief. 

Leanne squeezed a large dollop onto her fingers and applied it to my auntie's ever widening dark hole. She applied more of the gel on the head of Mom's dildo and about halfway down the shaft. She used her hand to spread the gooey stuff all over that dark piece of hard rubber.

When I pressed the end of Mom's overgrown dildo against my auntie's ever widening back door, Leanne placed her hand over mine and whispered, "Let me."

I figured the preacher's wife had some revenge coming also, so I let her take control. I smiled wickedly as Leanne eased that fake cock even further into Auntie Em's ass than I'd had it just moments before.

Evidently, it wasn't hurting too much, because my auntie was no longer screaming. Incredibly, she was pushing back!

Just a small, almost imperceptible jerk of the hips. And then, a low whimper escaped Auntie Em's lips. Then came the big surprise. Almost at the same time that Leanne began putting a bit more pressure against Auntie Em's ass, Auntie Em pushed back. And, I'm talking hard.

That big ole fake prick slid nearly all the way into her ass hole without so much as a whimper of protest!

"Ohhhh, yesssss," she hissed through constricted lips. "Fuck my ass. Ream it out. Hard!"

Despite my auntie's request, Leanne took her time. I looked on in total fascination as that fake appendage spiraled in and out of Auntie Em's butt. 

Each time the preacher's wife would pull it out in preparation for another assault down her chocolate highway, Auntie Em would groan, steel herself on her hands and knees and shove her hips backwards, trying her best to keep that monstrosity buried deep within her vagina.

Mom, having made up her mind to join in on the fun, crawled under her sister until the two of them was facing each other, mouth to crotch and crotch to mouth. Auntie Em dipped her face into Mom's puss and attacked her clit with her tongue and lips. 

Constantly moving back and forth in her efforts to keep herself impaled on that big cock, Auntie Em was making it very difficult for Mom to maintain contact with her sex. But Mom never gave up on her valiant efforts to capture her sister's clit between her lips.

Me? I was ready for some fun of my own. I stood behind Leanne and aimed my pussy pleaser at her meaty furrow. She gasped loudly as I plunged in to the root. I pulled back and plowed into her furry field once again. I was horny and my balls were crying for some relief.

The bedroom was filled with the cries of the damned as each of us sought our release. This was one time I was definitely glad to be living where we were. Our closest neighbor was close to a mile away so there was not much chance of being heard.

I was the first to reach a climax. "I'm here," I yelled out to nobody in particular as I pumped the first of several hard bursts of semen into Sister Willis' cunt.

During my spurting, my legs decided to deny me any support whatsoever. In seemingly slow motion, I fell away from Leanne, my cock still spitting my potent baby making juices up and out my urethra.




Auntie Em Ch. 13



While I was still crumbling to the floor, a large burst of semen landed right on the crack of her ass. Couldn't have done better if I'd been aiming it there on purpose.

My ass hit the floor with a thud as the last of two eruptions landed on my feet. I was done for. Take me out of the game, coach. I can't swing my bat any more!

Leanne's hand crawled down to her oversized clit and she fingered herself to an explosive ending, yelling loudly as she finished herself off. Though she was in the throes of a mind numbing orgasm, she still had the presence of mind to continue shoving that hard black lump of plastic in and out of Auntie Em's ass.

Auntie Em was the next one to scream out her surrender to the mighty urges that coursed throughout her body. 

"Fucccccccccck! Fuck me silly!" she cried out in one long, shrill, ear-piercing burst of air. She slumped over Mom, her body quivering in the afterglow of her blissful romp through sexual heaven, the magic dildo still lodged in her shitter.

Mom was the only one of us who hadn't cum this time around. Still unable to stand, I crawled over to the bed. Luckily, Mom had moved around so that her right leg was hanging over the side. 

I used that leg to guide me to her jewel box, planted the tip of my tongue on her clit and licked one time. If I'm lying, I'm dying. That's all it took to make Mom cum.

"Oh, fuck!" she said in a firm, husky voice. Her body shook like a leaf in a storm as her release took over her whole being. I was glad, too. 'Cause I don't think I could have made my tongue move again if my life depended on it.

I stayed there for I don't know how long, the upper half of my body slumped over the bed, my hands holding on to Mom's legs for support. All I know for sure was that when I did come out of my sexually induced coma, I was the only one left in the room.

I stood on shaky legs, my mind still in a fog. What had started out as an attempt by me and Auntie Em to humiliate each other turned out to be one of the best sexual experiences I think will ever have.

Still in a daze, I stumbled into the bathroom intent upon taking a piss. The sound of running water and the laughter of all three women cut through my mental delirium like a hot knife through a stick of butter. From the sounds of things, they were doing more than just taking a shower together.

I finished with my piss and got the hell out of the bathroom. In my weakened state, I was in no condition to join them. My best option was a full retreat to the bedroom where I could get some rest.

I climbed into bed on sex-wetted sheets, still wearing Leanne's panties and caring not one good damn whose juices they were, pulled the comforter over my body and fell fast asleep.



Auntie Em Ch. 14



This is the final chapter in this series. Some of you may not like the way it ends, but that's how it played out in this over active imagination of mine.

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I came home two straight weekends after our unplanned orgy. Things were, let's say, tenuous at best. I felt a lot of unreleased hostility in the air on each of those visits; mostly between Auntie Em and me. Didn't feel that way with Mom. Felt a little bit of hostility between Mom and Auntie Em. We made love like nothing had ever happened, but outside the bedroom was a different story.

So, after my third weekend visit, I decided to stay in town for a while hoping our unspoken animosity toward each other would subside.

Another month went by. Then two. And, before I realized it, three and a half months had come and gone without a visit home. When my calls home became more and more infrequent, Mom began calling me, sometimes two and three times a week. Our conversations were always lighthearted and fun. Never any accusations. Nary a word about anything remotely connected with me and the preacher's wife. It was almost as if Leanne had vanished off the face of the earth.

It was Friday when Mom called again. She'd caught me between classes. 

"We need you to come home," Mom said. Before I could ask why, she spoke again. "Your Aunt Emma and I need you home."

I was astounded. There was none of the usual small talk that all of our conversations began with.

"What's wrong, Mom? Auntie Em sick again?"

Mom didn't want to elaborate. She simply repeated her request. "We need you home as soon as you can get here."

I knew better than to ask Mom again. She could be as stubborn as an old Missouri mule when it came to getting information from her when she didn't want to give it out.

"Okay, Mom. I'll see what I can do about cutting classes for the rest of the day. I'll get there as soon as I can."

"Hurry," Mom said and then she hung up the phone.

I hastily called all my professors and told them I had a family emergency and didn't know when I'd be back. They were all very understanding and gave me a week's worth of reading assignments and the accompanying homework and told me I could make up any tests I might miss after I returned. Needless to say, I was a bit disappointed. 

I wasn't doing all that badly in anatomy, but my professor, Tamara Bailey, had insisted that I needed some extra tutoring. We had an appointment scheduled for tomorrow. My mind was awash with ideas of what could transpire inside that empty classroom. That was one appointment I sorely did not want to postpone.

I left school, not even bothering to pack a bag like I usually do. Just got in the Camry and drove straight to Auntie Em's house. About halfway home I called Mom on my cell phone to let her know I was on the way, so it was no surprise when I opened the door and found her and Auntie Em sitting together on the sofa. They looked serious.

"What's up?" I asked as I sat between them. "You two okay?"

"We're okay...in one sense of the word," Auntie Em said.

"What do you mean?" I asked. I looked at Mom, laid a hand on her thigh and the other on Auntie Em's thigh. "You look okay."

Mom leaned back and sighed. "I wish it were so simple."

I arched an eyebrow and rubbed her leg. I turned to glance at my auntie and squeezed her leg lightly. I shrugged my shoulders and said, "I give up."

Mom took my face in her hands and turned my head back towards her. She gave me an open mouthed kiss. I took that opportunity to slide my tongue past her full, luscious lips. She broke contact immediately.

"I...I...I'm..."

"For goodness sake, sis," Auntie Em said. "Just tell him!"

Mom tried to speak but her words wouldn't come out. Reminded me of a fish out of water the way her lips were moving.

"We're both pregnant," Auntie Em blurted out.

I couldn't have been more stunned. "Wow!" I said in disbelief. "Are you sure?"

"Sure as hell wouldn't be joking about something like this, now would I?" Auntie Em said, her voice sounding a tad venomous. 

I turned to face Mom. "That's what we all wanted, wasn't it?"

Mom looked down at the floor. "Yes, baby, it was. But there's a problem."

I hugged Mom close; kissed the tears running down her cheek. "We can get through this," I told her. "We're tough enough to get through most anything." Mom cried even harder.

"The babies ain't yours," Auntie Em stated a bit too gleefully.

I stood and faced the both of them. "What......? I mean, are you sure? How do you know?"

"'Cause you ain't been here in almost four months," Auntie Em sneered. "And we're not even a month along."

"We just found out yesterday," Mom told me. "Doctor confirmed what we'd already suspicioned."

"So you see," Auntie Em began. "what your little tryst with Sister Willis got you." Mom's shoulders heaved with her regretful sobs. 

"So where does that leave me?" I asked.

"Right out in the fucking cold," Auntie Em told me.

I looked around the room, searching for words with which to smooth out this situation. Couldn't find any. "I'll get my things," I said.

"They're already packed," my auntie replied. "You'll find them just inside the door to your room.

"I would appreciate the use of the Camry," I told Mom in a low, halting voice. "Just until I can get things settled." I turned toward the bedroom.

Mom let out a long, anguished cry. "Noooooo!" she said as she rushed to my side. We walked together into the bedroom. She immediately went to her knees in front of me and fumbled with the button and then the zipper on my pants.

My pants fell to the floor around my ankles. My boxers soon followed. "I'm so sorry, baby," she said as she held my stiffening rod in her hands. 

"You weren't here." She licked the head of my cock. "And I needed a man." Another lick. "I needed you." Mom impaled her face on my cock until I could feel it enter her throat. She didn't even gag.

I ran my fingers through her bright, red hair. "That's okay, Mom. It really is." I could feel the salt of her tears falling on my groin.

She looked up at me, her eyes full of questions. "I shouldn't have neglected you, Mom. Just because me and Auntie Em were having problems didn't make it alright for me to ignore you."

She released my prick and stood. "Come to bed with me," she begged. "Make love to me one more time before you go."

With a bit of difficulty, I managed to get my shoes off. I was then able to step out of my pants and my boxers. I took off my shirt and t-shirt and then kissed Mom as tenderly as possible. Her tongue snaked into my mouth, found mine and embraced it. Slowly and deliberately, our tongues made sweet love to each other. 

I reached behind her and undid the small button at the bottom of her neck. I pulled the zipper all the way down to her ass. Mom shrugged her shoulders and leaned slightly forward, allowing the cotton print dress to fall to her waist. 

My hand reached instinctively for her breast. I could feel the nipple hardening through her slip covered bra. I massaged her bountiful tit with a tender touch, determined not to bring her any pain or discomfort whatsoever.

I broke the kiss and nuzzled her neck, kissed her behind her left ear and nibbled on her earlobe. God, I was on fire already. But I wanted to take it slow for a change. I think Mom did too because she just stood there, her dress hanging on her hips and her neck arched in total surrender.

A low moan escaped her lips as I tongued the inside of her ear. 

I moved to the other side and licked her neck from bottom to top. I made several wet passes with my oral digit, leaving a trail of saliva in its wake. I lovingly caressed the inside of her ear with the tip of my exploring appendage, causing her to shiver.

I captured Mom's right mammary with both hands, bent down and suckled at her tit. She cradled my head in her hands and pushed her breast into my face. "Oh, baby," she said. "You know how to make mommy feel soooo good."

I pushed her dress past her hips and watched it fall to the floor. I grabbed the hem of her white slip and pulled it up over her cotton panty covered ass. 

"Oh, yesssss," she hissed when I ran my hands under the leg bands and squeezed both ass cheeks. 

Mom jerked and shuddered when I spread her hunkers apart and began to tease her back door. 

"Take it off," I told her. "Take your slip off."

Slowly and sensuously, Mom pulled the slip up past her shoulders and over her head. Her bra was alive with movement as her breasts jiggled inside those cotton cups. I couldn't help myself. I had to catch one or both of her nipples in my mouth.

I slid my hand under her bra and cupped her right breast in my left hand. Her nipple was hard and erect against my palm. I pushed her bra cups up and off those beautiful mountains of Mom's and seized her left nipple between my teeth.

"Ohhhh, baby," she moaned as my tongue flitted across the hardened tip. 

I released Mom's breasts, turned her about and unhooked her bra. It slid fairly easily down her arms and fell to the floor. I reached around her, cupped her big titties in my hands and tweaked the nipples.

My already hard cock stiffened even more when it made contact with her white cotton granny style panties. I rubbed it along her ass crack. It felt so sensuously sinful to have my rod so close to Mom, but still not actually touching her. I could have humped that narrow valley between her hunkers until I came a bucketful, but that wasn't what either one of us was after.

I eased Mom's panties slowly off her ass and slid them down those gorgeous legs of hers and let them glide to the floor. Now we were both naked.

Mom walked over to the bed with my hands still full of her milk bags. I let them go when she crawled onto the bed. She lay on her back and looked up at me.

"Come here, baby," she said. "Let's make this a moment neither one of us will ever forget."

In less than a New York second, I was lying next to my beautiful mother with my tongue halfway down her throat.

I broke the kiss and once more began to pay homage to those oversized melons of hers. I could feel her nipples growing harder by the second as I flicked my tongue back and forth across the ends.

I pushed her breasts together and took both of those rubbery appendages in my mouth at the same time and wrapped my lips around them. I used my tongue to tease one and then the other as Mom's breathing took on an entirely different rhythm.

Each deep intake of breath was followed by a series of short exhalations, her stomach heaving with every eruption of air that escaped her lungs.

I released those bulbous boobs and kissed my way down Mom's stomach. She shoved her hairy mound upwards in anticipation of what was to come.

My tongue outlined the edge of her bushy nether region and found its way to the crease where her leg joined her torso. I licked the length of that valley from her hip to her groin, planting kisses along the way.

I grabbed her calves and pushed her legs up and in until they were resting on my shoulders. Mom arched her back even higher as I licked my way down her skid plate and found her brown hole with my tongue.

That first contact with her anus made her shiver like she was standing outside in 30 below weather without any clothes on. Mom let out another moan of what I would call pure ecstasy. 

"Ohhhh, myyyyy gawddddd!" she cried as her head twisted from side to side. She scissored my head between her vise-like thighs, keeping me rooted in one place. As if I wanted to go anywhere!

I continued to worship at her "taint" like a man possessed, trailing my saliva laden tongue from her asshole to within a hair's breath of her labia. Over and over again, I made that short trip, each time, eliciting a series of moans and groans that needed no translation. Mom's hips and pelvis were in a state of perpetual motion as she humped my face.

Suddenly, I realized that I had been doing some moving of my own. My own woman pleasing tube of meat was about to burst as I rubbed it against the comforter. 

Mom let out a groan of disappointment as I ceased all movement. Her grip on my head loosened to where I could extricate myself from between her legs. I crawled up the bed and lay down beside her. 

"Sit on my face," I told her.

Mom complied with enthusiasm and was soon riding my face like it was a horse and she was the jockey, determined to win the triple crown. She grabbed me by my hair and jammed my nose and mouth hard against her sex.

"Umph," she grunted as she humped her crotch against my nose, lips and tongue. "Eat my pussy. Lick my clit. Make me cum, baby. Make me cum."

I was giving it my best effort, that's for sure. Flattened my tongue and licked the entire length of her pussy lips from bottom to top, wiggled the tip on and around her clit and moved back down for another trip along her leaking, dripping sex.

I made one more lap up those sweet, juicy lips of hers and then zeroed in on Mom's clit. She moaned as her body seemed to vibrate from top to bottom. Suddenly she stiffened and screamed out my name. "Aaron! Baby, baby, baby!"

I continued to torture her little button as she announced that her orgasm was imminent. "I'm there! It's here! Ohhhh, I can't stand it! I'm cummmmmmminnnnng! Fuck me to tears; I'm cumming."

Mom flopped back onto the bed and lay there panting, her tongue dangling lifelessly out the side of her mouth. I crawled between her legs and aimed my hot spear of love at the middle of her velvet lined hole and slowly eased it inside.

As soon as the head of my cock slid past her quivering lips, her pussy muscles clamped down like a vise. Her glory hole was now tight as a virgin's ass. The friction created when I pushed even further inside was quickly raising my horniness level to a complete new high. It didn't hurt, but I was pretty sure my cunt stabber would be raw as hell come tomorrow morning.

Finally, I made it all the way inside. I held my cock in place for a few seconds before I withdrew and assaulted her hot box again.

Mom met my thrusts with an urgency that did little to betray her true intentions. She wanted another orgasm and she wanted it now. We were both heading in the same direction.

The ride became easier as I continued to stroke in and out of Mom's love cavern. She was releasing copious amounts of creamy fluids around my cock; so much so that each time I withdrew the suction would cause her pussy to make a farting sound.

I felt Mom's cunt squeezing me differently this time. Instead of making me feel as though my cock was caught between two large pieces of concrete, her muscles rippled like waves of Kansas grain standing at the mercy of the wind over my shaft from one end to the other. Much more of this and I would be done for.

I slowed the pace until I was barely moving, trying to prolong the inevitable for as long as possible, but Mom didn't want it that way.

Mom wrapped those long legs of hers around my waist, dug her heels into my buttocks and jerked me forward. "Fuck me hard!" she yelled. "Give it to me like you mean it!"

I sped up the pace. Mom met me thrust for thrust, grunting loudly every time my balls bounced up against her ass. The longer I pounded into that hot box of hers, the louder she became. My own breathing was erratic and without rhythm.

Then Mom's second orgasm hit her like a ton of bricks. She screamed loudly as she arched her back and quickly slumped back onto the bed, spent.

Her head lolled aimlessly from side to side, her loud, eardrum bursting wails announcing to the whole world that I had made her cum.

Her cries turned to whimpers as her body shook with a thousand tremors. "You can fuck mommy anytime you want," she mumbled as her humping motions changed to an occasional, almost imperceptible slide forward and then back again.

On the outside, it would appear that Mom was finished. Her eyes had rolled back in her head, but her cunt muscles continued milking my cock as I pounded her box. 

My balls contracted. My dick got even larger and then I could hold back no longer. I slammed my rod of steel home one more time and held it deep inside her vagina as a ton of sperm made its way into her birth canal. Burst after burst shot out of my piss hole until I thought I had unloaded it all. 

A slight move of Mom's hips caused the wall of her vagina to caress the side of my cock head and another burst of sperm filled cum leaped out of my urethra and joined the other two hundred million plus sperm cells as they made their futile journey into her cervix.

I could barely support myself. My arms were quivering from the strain of having to support my upper body and keep it off Mom. Finally, I pulled out, lay down beside Mom and held her in my arms.

I was exhausted. You could have skewered me with a jouster's lance and I would have been powerless to stop you. Mom and I lay together, looking into each other's eyes, silently pledging our love to each other. Damned if I didn't want to stay with that woman forever. I knew I couldn't though.

I extricated myself from our embrace and went in search of my clothes. I gathered them in my arms and sat back down on the bed.

Mom turned over to face me. "You can keep the Camry," she said quietly as if she didn't want Auntie Em to hear her.

I put my feet into my boxers, stood and pulled them over my hips. "Thanks, Mom," I told her as I sat down again.

I pulled on my t-shirt and then my shirt. Put my feet into my pants legs, pulled them up to my knees and stood to pull them the rest of the way up, fastened and zipped them.

Looked down at my feet and noticed that I had forgotten to take my socks off. Had kept them on the entire time Mom and I were making love. I stepped into my shoes and turned to look at Mom.

"Do you really have to go," she pleaded; her eyes full of desperation. 

"I think it's best, don't you, Mom? What with Auntie Em the way she is."

Mom nodded her head ruefully. "I guess so, baby. I guess so."

"I'll be moving out of the apartment, too," I told her. "Just as soon as I can find a place I can afford."

"You don't have to do that, baby."

"Auntie Em's a part of that deal," I said. "Wouldn't want you and her to be bickering over me."

"Oh, baby," Mom moaned as she held her arms out to me. I took her hands and helped her stand. We kissed for the longest time, out tongues caressing each other for what would, most likely be our last kiss for some time to come.

I hated to be the one who broke contact, but I felt like I should be on my way. Figured I'd already worn out my welcome; with Auntie Em, anyways. I grabbed my bag Auntie Em had packed for me, turned and looked at Mom one last time before I left. Still haunts me to this day, the way she looked; shoulders hunched forward with tears flooding down her cheeks. Damn, I hated to leave.

"I love you, Mom," I whispered.

Mom couldn't speak. I saw her open her mouth a couple of times, but the words just weren't there. She held out her hands as if she were trying to pull me back into her embrace, but she was too far away to touch me. I couldn't take it no more. I turned and walked out the door, past Auntie Em.

I stepped outside, closed the door behind me and cried. Cried hard. Tears streamed down my face like waterfalls. Thank God I'd made it out the door before I let go. I don't rightly know what I'd done if I had broken down in front of Mom.

I pulled myself together, tossed my bag into the back and sat down in the driver's seat. I turned the key and heard the Camry come to life. I drove away from the place where I had grown up, both physically and sexually. I never did return.

I got into town, hungry enough to eat a horse, so I went to the Dairy Queen for a hamburger and a coke. Walked in and saw Preacher Willis and Leanne sitting a couple of tables away from the door. 




Auntie Em Ch. 14



Leanne waved frantically until she had my attention. I waved back at her, went to the counter and gave the woman my order. Went over to join the preacher and his wife. 'Course, I was smart enough not to call Mrs. Willis by her first name in the presence of her husband when I greeted them.

We got to talking and, sooner than you can say "fuck me running," I had told them my tale of woe. Not all of it, mind you. Left out all the juicy parts. Didn't think Preacher Willis would understand why I'd been fucking my mother and my auntie all this time. Didn't figure it was confession time, neither. Not yet, anyways.

Lo and behold, Preacher Willis told me he had a spare bedroom and that it was mine for as long as I needed it. "Won't charge you no rent, either," he added.

He looked over at Leanne. "What about it, sweetie? That suit you alright?"

Leanne rapidly agreed. "Oh, yes," she said a bit too quickly. That's when I felt her foot climbing my leg.

So, begins another chapter in my life. Moved in with the Willis' the next day. Will tell that story in a while.

I lived there until I graduated from college. Mom stayed in touch and kept me up to date on all the goings on at Auntie Em's.

Mrs. Medford came down with a case of the pregnants, also. Mr. Medford said he knew it wasn't his and soon moved out and filed for divorce. Mrs. Medford, unable to pay the rent, moved in with Mom and Auntie Em.

Mom had since found herself a boyfriend and moved away. Moved to Dallas, of all places. I went to visit her on spring break a couple of times. We picked up where we had left off. Had to be careful, though. I didn't want that big, muscle bound hulk she'd took up with finding out and crushing me to a pulp.

Mom had her baby. The cutest little girl you ever laid your eyes on. Was soon pregnant with another. She did the math and told me she was about ninety percent sure it was mine, this time. Can't wait for the little bugger to be born.

Last I heard, Auntie Em and the ex Mrs. Medford both had miscarriages; along about their fourth month. They were lovers now. Couldn't get enough of licking each other's cunts.

Do I regret fouling things up by fucking Sister Willis? In a way, yes. But when I take time to think about it all, I don't. 'Cause, I think Auntie Em was a ticking time bomb waiting to explode. Looking back at the situation, I figured she would have found an excuse to do what she did even if she had had to manufacture one.

And......I found out later that she and Mrs. Medford had been doing the nasty together for several years. I think she just used me to help cover things up as much as possible.

Me, I'm happy as a cold pig in a warm mud hole. Me and Leanne (and her daughter, I might add) have hit it off famously. But as I intimated earlier, that is fodder for another story.