17 comments/ 88463 views/ 71 favorites It Began with Aunt Cass Ch. 01 By: Momstheboss Two times divorced, 38 year old Cass was a devout, though closeted, nudist, constrained of late by taking in her younger, ultra conservative, recently divorced, sister and her 19 year old son, Robbie, i.e. she was forced to wear clothes more often around the apartment. Cass had married smart and her settlements from each marriage had left her rather comfortable, financially. She lived in a spacious two bedroom apartment in the Prembroke Towers in Virginia Beach, was paying for Robbie's tuition at Tidewater Community College and had helped her sister find a well paying job. Their living with her, three months now, would not be much longer. Cass was loving life as a year old divorcee. A sun worshiper, with a proclivity for going around bare-ass when alone or showing off her bikini-clad body at the beach, she went to great lengths to retain a year round full-body tan, supplemented with gym and running Monday, Wednesday and Friday. Her satin smooth skin and the natural sun and sun-lamp seemed to be made for each other. Needless to say she was sexy as hell. At 5'10", 165lbs, her statue was long legged Amazonian, her facial features Roman, with thick black wavy hair splashing over her shoulders. Her well portioned body, with ample breast and rounded, well defined buttocks drew the attention of nearly every man she passed. Hidden away from general view was a well manicured lady part waxed or shaved with the same articulate care as her fingernails or eyebrows. Cass's vagina could be termed cute, or maybe, petite. The labia, the lips, were almost non-existent , presenting only a baby-like crack to attest to her genre for its fortunate viewer - male or female, as might be the case. Lastly were raisin sized nipples were an odd dull white in color atop an areola that was slightly darker presenting an odd contrast to her tanned body. Cass was no prude and usually - man or woman - of age or mature - if you had the nerve to approach her, you had a chance. But 2 years ago she began suffering from a mid-life crisis. Her desire for the younger stud - throw in the occasional co-ed, through never confronted - had cost her her second marriage. With money comes the P.I.. Fortunate, or not, the Tidewater area, Navy and the ocean front, offered an infinite number of youthful choices. Cass sat naked on the left-hand edge of her bed with her left leg folded, her right leg outstretched over it. She was applying a very expensive body oil to her right leg. Robbie keyed lock to the apartment and hurried inside. "Mom!" He shouted. "In here baby-duck!" Came a shouted reply. Robbie headed down the short hall locating a cracked and lighted bedroom door. He knocked, knowing it was his Aunt Cassie's bedroom. "Mom, are you in there?" He queried. "It's just me, sugar. Come on in." Robbie pushed the door open and step inside and was taken aback seeing his Aunt sitting there nude. He immediately shielded his eyes with his right hand as he edged along the wall to a few feet across from her. "I'm sorry! I didn't know you were..." "What! It's not like you haven't seen me nude before." She chuckled. "You must have missed your mom in the elevators. She just walked out the door. She's gone to have dinner with work friends and do some shopping. Put your hand down for crying out loud!" She added, swiping at his arm. "Is there anything I can do for you?" The way she was sitting there was no way Robbie could miss viewing her hairless pussy. Her breast and odd colored nipples were just an added treat. "I was hoping to get $30 from mom to go to a movie with some of the guys." "No problem. Hand me my purse." Taking her small purse from her nephew, Cass searched briefly and brought forth a $20 and $10 bill. "Is that going to be enough?" She said, offering the notes to him but not letting go as she stared at the boy's nervous eyes. "I don't know why you and your mother are so uptight about the naked body." "Seeing you... like that... doesn't make me nervous. It's just a little unsettling. You're my Aunt and your Aunt shouldn't get you sexually aroused." "I see. So, you're telling me that you have a hard-on?" "A bit... maybe." "From where I'm sitting," Cass said, a mischievous smile on her face. "I would say more than a little bit." She reached to cup his crotch causing his body stiffen. "Movies with the guys," she continued. "Why not a girl?" "Afraid to ask one." He answered. "I talk to a few at school but I haven't asked anyone out yet." "Are you a virgin, Robbie?" She queried, with a teasingly stern tone in her voice, stroking his crotch. "Don't be shy. You can tell your Aunt Cassie anything." "Yeah." He reluctantly admitted. "Well, since you told me I caused boner I feel like I have a responsibility to take care of it." She said matter-of-factually. "Take your jeans off and sit down here on the bed with me. Come on! Don't be shy. I don't bit." She ended, as she scooted herself over and up against the headboard. "Underpants too." Shyly, Robbie did as he was directed and took a semi prone position next to Cass. His erection had diminished somewhat. Cass reached across and took hold of his cock and began to stroke it slowly. "Put your arm around my back and just relax." It was soon rigid and she slowly stroked it, gripping it firmly. "Does it feel good?" "Real good." "I bet it's lot better than when you're doing it yourself. " She offered. "I've never seen one like you've got. If I was to let go it would stand vertical and almost parallel with your belly. It seems to grow out of your balls, and so thick at the bottom, becoming very slim at the top. It must close to 7 inches." "6-3/4 inches if you measure underneath from my balls." He assured her. "So, you've measured it?" She said teasingly. "A while back." He replied. Cass began to concentrate on the task at hand with an ever increasing rhythm, tightening her grip. Robbie stared at her hand as his eyelids fluttered and his breathing increased a bit. When his breath puffed audibly, Cass turned her head to study him, figuring he was getting close. She had figured it wouldn't take long. She smiled at his firmness. Her hand and arm were becoming a bit tired but she kept her grip and quick paced rhythm. She noted him pulling up his T-shirt to expose his belly. "Ohhhh! Wowww! Look at the that!" She exclaimed, when long squirts of semen shot forth in three distinct globs. A considerable amount more flowed out and over the head of his cock down on her forefinger and thumb. "I bet that felt good!" "You're not going to tell mom, are you?" Robbie quizzed with a concerned tone, afraid his liberal Aunt might find it humorous to rip her sister. "Are you?" Cass asked comically. "This can be our little secret. Yours and mine. And I do not mind doing this for you again if you want... anytime you want... when your mother is not around, of course. Now you best get cleaned up and get to the movies to join the guys. And be careful crossing that damn Boulevard." Cass had not only made the offer to service him but went to the extent to tell Robbie his mother schedule and when they might be able to get together for a little fun, "if you want?" She always added. Needless to say, Robbie was infatuated by his Aunt and was always "wanted". He quickly disliked that she was the only one allowed to touch, other than an arm around her, but of course he did not argue. Five weeks passed and they had gotten together eight times. Robbie felt nothing but envy for the guys who occasionally picked her up at the door. She was quick to remind him that not everyone got to home base and there was never any fear of pregnancy due to her lack of ability to bear children. Cass found her relationship with her nephew stimulating as they were always able to converse on various subjects after she had serviced him, laughing, joking and clowning around on the bed. An added plus was the discovery of always having a very satisfying self-induced orgasm after sending him on his way. Keeping a secret of such magnitude from her sister was just icing on the cake. Into the fifth week, Marcy, her sister informed her she was going to be away during the upcoming weekend. She could hardly wait to tell Robbie that if he was so inclined they would be partying Saturday night, with the stipulation that he had to be nude also. They would watch TV, dance, eat popcorn and drink Coke. As a treat, Cass allowed Robbie to shower with her. They clowned around and scrubbed each other vigorously, she even allowed him to wash her breast. She scrubbed his rigid cock with much comic relief but smacked his hand when he reached with the soapy rag for her crotch. Playfully, he was able to peck at her breast and buttocks as he washed her, receiving only teasing rebuke. It was dark when they entered the main part of the house. She cautioned, though probably unnecessary, to leave the lights off as they were nude and had plenty of illumination from the many lights of the area. As advertised they danced around the apartment singing with the music, she feeling like a 19-year-old. They nudged, hipped and back sided each other in rhythm with the music laughing uncontrollably . Finally exhausted, Cass made the popcorn and filled glasses while Robbie found a movie on Netflix. They settled onto the sofa to watch Cass's favorite, "9 1/2 weeks". During a good part of the dancing and foolishness Robbie lost his erection. It would firm up again if he caught Cass being silhouetted against the surrounding lights, causing him to focus on her sexual prowess. It was an ongoing process. The same occurred during most of the movie except when Kim Basinger showed her own sexual prowess. He became very quiet and attentive during the steamy sex scenes. Cass watched him closely at these times. Near the end of the movie, she scooted close to him and reached to rub the back of his head and tug at his hair. "Do you think she is sexier than me?" She asked, turning his hair in her fingers. "Of course not!" He answered quickly and with conviction. She reached with her left hand to take hold of his cock and began stroking it. "I bet, If I had done it while they were pretending to fuck, you would have come much too quickly." She offered. "You could have done it twice." He offered back. "Just sit back and relax and let me take care of you." Long minutes passed as Cass jerked her nephew's cock. Then, a thought struck her. She released him much to his dismay and reached for the remote. With some effort, she was able to find a section of the movie she was looking for. It would give them three or four minutes before the steamy sex, fucking scene came on. She returned to stroking Robbie's cock. He forgot his dismay at the interruption. The scene was moments away. Cass's pumping became vigorous. "Would you like to be fucking her like that? Your cock deep inside her tight pussy?" Cass whispered into his ear. "Fill that pussy with your cum?" "Ohhhh yeah!" "Fuck her! fuck that blonde bitch's pussy!" "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Robbie moaned, as his cock exploded sending cum to the edge of coffee table and onto the wooden floor. "Fuck! Fuck that was good!" Cass whistled, then said gleefully. "I think that is about the strongest one yet. Do you see how far you shot!" She added a pointing finger. "I don't think there is a drop on me, you or the sofa. I would have felt that in my belly." She finished without thinking. They sat for a few long minutes talking about how pretty the lights were. "Are you about ready for bed?" "I know what you are going to do." Robbie challenged. "You are going to go in there and masturbate. Alone. I am not an idiot, Cass. I know rules. Why can't I come watch?" "A valid question that I can't find a negative answer to." She offered. "I can do it right here." She started to lift her feet onto the sofa. "No! I want to go to your bedroom so we can have a light on." He argued. "All right, Robbie." She returned, standing." Lord, to think what her mother would do to us - to me = if she ever finds out. Are you coming?" "I already have!" Robbie joked. "Smart ass! The things I do for you. Then, come on little boy, Auntie has something to show you." Cass took a position reclining back on the pillows. As the bed had a headboard and foot board, Robbie was not able to stretch out from the foot of the bed. He reclined across the bed with his hip at the very edge. "You know I have done a lot of foolish things and been in different positions but this is embarrassing the hell out of me." Cass complained, positioning her feet flat and wide, pulling her knees wide. Robbie had had numerous opportunities seeing his Aunt nude, but had never thought he would have the opportunity to view her pussy up close and personal. He was mesmerized as her fingers began to move over and into her crack. "It's beautiful, Aunt Cass. It seems so small and delicate." Robbie confessed, as he pulled at a renewed erection. "If you are going to talk about my pussy, lets drop the Aunt." She petitioned. "Small, tight maybe, but delicate. Quite a number of men have fucked themselves... and me... senseless. So delicate... I don't think so. Now, hush up And let me concentrate." For long minutes, Robbie remained obediently quiet, watching her finger her hole and scrub at her pussy, moaning, her eyes closed, until she bellowed with a strong orgasm. He marveled at how her body shook and trembled before becoming still. "When I was younger, I could do this all night." She whispered, with labored breath. Without any warning, Robbie moved quickly and put his face into his Aunt's crotch. She instinctively shoved at his head trying to disengage. Robbie pushed his face harder against her. "Stop it, Robbie! DAMN YOU, BOY! STOP IT!" She bellowed with authority. Then, after long moments of squirming her ass and shoving his head, she gave up and relaxed. "Dammit, Robbie, what's got into. What do you think you're accomplishing. You're making life harder." Long minutes passed as her arousal began to grow strong. She lifted her head to watch the action between her legs. He was a novelist but he was doing quite well. "I'm too weak and horny to stop you, so enjoy yourself, but if you think you are going to fuck me you're out of your head. It ain't happening!" Long minutes passed. "Right there!" Cass directed. "Right there! Don't move! Yes! Yesssssssss! Ahhh hell! Cass was panting like a racehorse on the final stretch. Her feet had lifted from the floor as she had drawn her knees back. She had reached to pull her labia wide. Robbie had instinctively palmed her buttocks and was lifting her up. "Yess! Don't move! I'm coming! I'M CCOOMMMIIINNNGGGGGG!" Her body stilled momentarily as the orgasm gripped her strongly, then, her body shuddered. She beat Robbie on the head for a number of reasons; sexual elation, in retaliation for his trespass and possibly for her failure to put a stop to his transgression. "AHhhh FUCK!" She exclaimed, as the orgasm faded leaving her a bit exhausted but very satisfied. Cass scolded Robbie for his trespass but it was quickly forgotten. "Come to me in the morning if you're feeling froggy." She offered, sending him on his way. The weeks slipped by. Cass became less guarded with her sexual play with her nephew, letting him please her orally, even allowing him to toy with her pussy while she was jerking him off. Putting his finger in her was not allowed. Then, the inevitable happened. Marcy, feeling sickly, on a Friday afternoon came home early, heard the strange noises coming from her sister's bedroom and walked in on them just as Robbie was squirting his cum as Cass fiercely stroked his cock. It would have been hard to tell which one of the three were more horrified. Marcy was beyond words but managed to wag her finger at her sister before stomping out of the bedroom. Marcy avoided Cass and her son that evening like the plague, but gave her son a good raking over the coals Saturday after Cass left to do some shopping. "I'm not blaming you, Robbie, but couldn't you have shown a little restraint. You are no better than any other man when it comes to her charms, but she is your Aunt for crying out loud. That's incest!" When Robbie had left the apartment Saturday evening to meet the guys, Marcy had a lopsided argument with Cass. Marcy had the moral high ground with Cass not having much of a defense. She would not admit their sexual play was a seduction on her part was adamant that she would never allow intercourse. The oral sex was not mentioned. But what really shattered Cass's day, was her sister informing her she had been offered a position with her company in a different state and that they would be leaving within the week. A job Cass had helped her get. Marcie gave her no slack, telling her they would have left the apartment after anyway discovering she was having sex with her son, but the offered position had come at a good time. Cass argued that sex was only actually having intercourse but it fell on deaf ears. She was warned to stay away from Robbie. Crying profusely Cass had promised she would. It was unavoidable, but Marcie had to go to the office to finish up some work that Wednesday night before leaving on Saturday. She warned Cass once more to stay the hell anyway from Robbie should he come home. Cass assured her sister that she had a date and would not be at the apartment. Robbie was eating a sandwich. Cass was dressed and waiting for her date to knock on the door when the phone rang. Cass answered. "No. Things happen. Certainly you can call me again. Yes, you too. Bye." Cass approached the kitchen counter opposite Robbie. "I really needed that date tonight. Whether I liked him or not he was probably going to get lucky. Your mother is a bitch. We were only having a little fun." She stood studying her nephew for a few long moments. "You know I'm going to miss you. Tell me you are going to miss me." "I am, Cass." He replied. "You know I am. And not just because of the sex." "Dammit! You too?" She exclaimed. "It's not sex unless two people have intercourse. Your mother has you brainwashed. The conservative bitch." She stood watching him eat. Her body felt flushed as a hot flash flowed through her. "Your mother will not be home till 10 o'clock. We have three hours. Do you want to play one last time?" She finally queried. "I'll let you do something very special and naughty?" Robbie did not have to be asked twice. Robbie studied his Aunt's posterior as he followed her to her bedroom. He was terribly disappointed that they were moving, not necessarily because of their sexual relationship, but because he genuinely cared for her. "Would you help me with my zipper, please?" Cass asked, stopping short of her bed. With the zipper pull down, she slid out of the sleeves of the dress and let it fall to the floor, stepping out of it, picking it up and hanging it neatly over the foot board. "Take your pants off Robbie." She directed, not turning to look as she pushed her panties off her hips and removed them. She then reached behind her to unclasp her bra, removing it and tossing it on top of her panties. She then looked behind her. "That's what I love you Robbie. You're always ready." She entered the side of the bed and kneed herself to the middle. "You have told me so many times how much you love my ass. I want you to get behind me and rub your cock in the crack of my ass. Make love to my ass with your cock. But I warn you, don't try to enter either one of those holes." Robbie did indeed love her ass and was fascinated with the prospect that was before him. He began pushing and thrusting against her, pushing his stiff shaft into the crack of her ass. It Began with Aunt Cass Ch. 01 It wasn't working quite as Cass had expected. She reached over to the bed stand, opened the top drawer and took out a bottle of KY oil. "Pour some of this at the top of my crack. Enough so that it seeps down into my crack." The oil did wonders and Robbie's shaft was stroking up and down solidly into her crack. "Go down further Robbie. So that your shaft rubs against my ass hole. Oh yea. Jusssst like that. That is hot!" She exclaimed. "Is it good for you?" "Unbelievably good!" He assured her. "Listen carefully sugar." She began her directions. "Take your cock and reach under me placing the head at the top of my pussy crack and very lightly pull the head of your cock over my crack, against my butt hole and through my ass crack. I can trust you, Robbie?" Robbie did not answer but carefully performed the deed asked of him. He continued repeating the act alternately with stroking his shaft in her ass crack. With a delicate touch, he stopped the head of his cock at her butt hole and jostled his shaft lightly against her. "Whewww! That is erotic as hell!" She moaned. Robbie pushed the limits. He slapped his cock over her buttocks, poked her butt hole numerous times. Feeling he had gained her confidence, he placed his shaft against her pussy crack barely stroking. His vertically positioned cock exerted gentle pressure against her labia and she was soon shaking her head and moaning loudly. He returned to the ass play and was soon stroking between her crack with determination. "Robbie. Put your shaft against my pussy again just like before." She directed. "Don't move. Promise you will not move?" "I promise." His shaft placed against her, Cass began to slowly move her hips backwards and forwards. Very slowly she moved, the tension of Robbie's shaft firm against her. She lifted her hips, finding and concentrating the tip of his cock against her clit. She did this repeatedly until her breath was puffing, the sound mingling with her moans. "Don't move!" She reminded him. "Stay perfectly still." Lifting her hips a bit more, brought the head of his cock a bit further down her labia. She pushed. She repeated the process. She pushed. She was failing miserably in her desire because of the oil. She repeated the process, wiggled her hips, pushed, wiggled her hips, pushed, pushed and wiggled. She felt the head of Robbie's cock penetrate her. She prayed it would not pop out of her as she wiggled her ass and pushed a little harder. This time the oil helped and his length slipped inside of her. "Don't move. Consider it plausible deniability." She vocalized her irrationality. "Don't ever admit that you fucked me. Remain perfectly still and I will fuck myself on your wonderful cock." Robbie felt the tightness of Cass's pussy envelop his cock as she pushed hard against him. He found it a bit difficult to remain perfectly still but he soon messed with her rhythm and became a stone wall when necessary. He studied her mesmerizing tanned backside, placing his hands lightly on her hips and listened to her moans. The wickedness of it all, defying her sister, fucking Marcy's son, her nephew made her lustfully intoxicated as she rode his cock. She soon dropped her torso to the bed supporting herself on her left elbow as she reached between her legs with her right hand to finger her clit. Her ass slowed as she consciously concentrating on sliding his cock nearly out of her before sending it slowly back in, sending it deep. Her moans accompanied each little rotation around her clit and Robbie's shaft spreading the inner walls of her pussy. Robbie was concentrating hard to contain himself. He hoped that he could contain his ejaculation until Cass came. There was no lustful uncontrolled hysteria in the orgasms that overcame them. Cass moaned her completion that seemed to last forever. Robbie was finally able to release himself, his cock spewing warm semen into his Aunt's pussy. "Robbie, Robbie, Robbie what have I done." Cass moaned as her body relaxed, the left side of her face flatten on the bed. Cass moved forward decoupling from Robbie. She maneuvered herself to lay prone on the bed with her head on the pillows. She spread her arms wide summoning him to her. Her legs widening and lifting as he moved atop her. She reached to take hold of him, guiding his semi erect cock to her hole. They re-coupled. "Just hold it in me a few minutes." Cass said, sounding near tears. "Are you going to miss me as much as I'm going to miss you?" "More, I think." Robbie returned. "Especially after you have let me have your treasure." "Treasure! I've never heard it called that." She said cheerfully. "You are such a sweet boy." Bobby began to kiss her forehead, expanding his affectionate kisses to her face and neck. Cass could feel his erection growing inside of her. She maneuvered her face to take his lips on hers. They kissed passionately, their tongues soong fencing for dominance. Without much ado, they began to move, to fuck, slowly at first, increasing as their lust increased. The bed was soon creaking with their incestuous lovemaking. One could understand Cass's desire for the young studs she tended to date as they could fuck her until she was utterly exhausted. Unknown and uncaring, the clock was ticking away the minutes as aunt and nephew fucked hard. Cass's body once more shuddered with an intense orgasm. "I'm coming! Oh my God! AAHHhhhhh!" Robbie ejaculated moments after, caused by the sheer knowledge that HE had caused Cass's orgasm, moaning his own completion. Eying the clock, Cass shoved Robbie off of her, exclaiming they needed to hurry and separate themselves in the house. "And Robbie, promise me you will never tell your mother that we fucked." Marcy walked in the door shortly after they had things back to norma Sunday, Cass sat sulking on the sofa while her sister and Robbie collected the last of the things. Her sister approached her and she stood. "I want to thank you Cassie for your help and I needed it." She said shaking her hand rather than hugging her. "I'll leave you two to say goodbye. Don't tarry Robbie." Cass and Robbie looked forlornly at each other. Cass closed on him and hugged him tightly. "I'm going to miss you. A lot!" Cass whispered. "Will you come to visit us?" Robbie queried. "You really think your mother is going to allow that?" She chuckled. "But I will try." "I will never forget what you gave me." He said breaking their hug and leaving. It Began with Aunt Cass Ch. 02 Unfortunately, Robbie was put on the back burner of Cass's mind the moment he walked out of the apartment. She had a life to live and young men to seduce. For her, life continued on as usual. Occasionally, but only occasionally when was sitting on the sofa staring at the night lights, she thought of him fondly. As for Robbie, he was devastated and held a grudge towards his mother which he could not shake. His mother, at every opportunity, reminded him of his lapse in judgment and that he needed to forget Cass and get on with his life. Marcy had settled in nicely with her new job and their new apartment. She worked long hours but the money was good and she soon had savings in the bank and a new car. She promised Robbie that she would get him a used car soon. For Robbie, weeks turned into months and there was no word from Cass. Two years and no word from Cass. Then, the unthinkable. They received word Cass had been killed in a car accident! The news devastated Robbie and his mother seemed to take the news quite hard also, but the words she spoke concerning her sister were not kind or sympathetic words, making Robbie more distraught and angry than ever towards his mother. At 23, Robbie had finally found a girl that he thought would make him happy. He was anxious to get out of his mother's apartment and on his own. He had a good job, a night foreman for a machine shop, and the used car had turned into a new one. By 25, Robbie was married to wife, Betty, and had two small children. They had a beautiful new apartment, saving for a home. Betty was pretty and sexy enough but she was far from what Robbie had hoped for in a sexual partner that he was going to spend the rest of his life with. She had lost her imagination and her sex drive was becoming almost nonexistent. She constantly reminded him that the children had to be cared for and wore her out. That, and they had sex only on the weekends, if then. His mind and eye began to wander. When he visited his mother, she gave him no sympathy or support and sided with Betty when he voiced the sexual frustration he was feeling. She constantly brought up Cass and told him that he had been spoiled by his romp with her and that he should grow up and be an adult. She constantly accused him of screwing Cass. He always denied it as he had promised. They argued on this subject regularly, with lots of lewd and sexual mud flying both ways. Marcy accused her son of wanting his wife to screw during the day when the children might happen on them or asking her to perform disgusting acts, telling him that Cass was the exception, now the norm. Robbie accused his mother of being a cold bitch, that maybe a good screwing on a regularly basis might make her more sympathetic to his plight. More than once he had suggested incest was better than wasting away. At 46, Marcy had spent most of her adult life being embittered towards men and life in general. She tolerated Betty and the children and rarely attended parties or visited at their apartment. She had warned her son Betty would not meet his expectations. Another needle in the cushion creating discontent between mother and son. It all came to a head one afternoon, a Monday, in Marcy's apartment. She had just started a two week vacation. The next day Robbie reluctantly picked his mother up for breakfast and food shopping. Their conversations driving to and during breakfast gave no indication that they had had a serious and physical confrontation on Monday. They talked of the weather, a bit about politics and Marcy asked about the kids. Absolutely no indication that they had had a heated and intense argument, their shouting match tempered by the knowledge that their words had to remain within the confines of the apartment. "You're hearing what you want to hear! NO! HELL NO! Only in your dreams am I going to shed my panties and spread my legs for you! You made your bed, now lay in it!" Were among the many things shouted by Marcy Monday afternoon. "You're a fucking tease." Were the counters made. "You always have been. Cass was an angel compared to you. You say things then deny you said them. Robbie had pursued his mother into her tiny kitchen, backed her against the back wall and, anyone would convict, began to sexually assaulted her. He lifted her light sweater, pulling at it, causing her to bent at the waist in her struggle to retain it. As was her habit around the apartment, she wore no bra. He won the struggle and began fondling her breast all the while accusing her of taunting him with sexual innuendos. Stripped of the sweater, Marcy ceased her resistance, Marcy had been stripped bare from the waist up. Her son was fondling her breast and sucking a nipple while thumbing the other. She was as a deer in the headlight - her sensors being overloaded with her son's audacity to strip her topless and paw her. "Are you going to let me screw you?" He had whispered in her ear as he pressed hard against her body. He wanted her to feel his erection. She did, "You are going to do what men do!" she seethed in vicious reply. "I'm not going to LET you screw me, but I won't give you the pleasure of resisting." Her unresponsiveness and words broke the spell and he moved away from her, backing to the kitchen entrance. Head down, furious, he quickly left the apartment. She was shaking and began crying. Had he been right? An hour or more later and calm, she sucked it up and called him to remind him that he had agreed to pick her up the next day, Tuesday. Their conversation at the food store consisted of vocal reminders as to what she needed and things not to forget. The drive to her apartment building was a short drive with only a few comments about her rent increase. When Robbie pulled into the parking lot of her apartment building a feeling of uneasiness dropped like a curtain between them. Rather than find a parking spot as usual, he pulled up at the front curb, 20 feet from the security doors. "I'll go get a basket for your groceries." He said, exiting the car before she had a chance to speak. "You're not coming up?" She asked in a concerned tone as they moved the groceries from the car to the basket. "I don't think that would be a good idea." He replied. "Do you have some pressing business to take care of?" She challenged, getting no answer she added. "I want you to come up. We have a bit of unfinished business, wouldn't you agree." Her last words left Robbie in the dark, pondering what she could possibly mean. Surely she didn't want to argue more. He parked the car as she waited. Entering the apartment, he began to help her unload the bags, putting items away, then he took a seat at the small dining table. He watched her pour a glass of Coke, sitting it in front of him. She moved to the other side of the table and sat down, staring at him with a pained look on her face, pressing and moving her lips together. "I am sorry I upset you so much yesterday." She began. "We both said things yesterday that we shouldn't have. You did things yesterday that you shouldn't have, but I think I understand your frustration now. I've given it a lot of thought." She waited long seconds for her son to say something. He remained silent sipping his Coke. "Well, we placed a lot of cards on the table. No matter how hard we try things are never going to be the same again. I hope you understand that over the years, when I gave you a difficult time I was only trying to be a good mother, to guide you in the right direction." "I know that." Robbie said, feeling he needed to acknowledge her being a good mother. "I was very distraught when you left yesterday." She continued. "But like I said, I gave the whole matter a lot of thought. You don't view incest the way I did...I've reexamined my opinions on the subject. The word "did" did not slip pass Robbie's attention. "I can thank Cass for that, I suppose. I should have long ago. I thought a lot about her too. My one goal in life was and is to be a good mother. If you are truly that miserable at home because of sex and think laying with me will help, I am willing to do what's necessary without any animosity or judgment. I would rather do that than let you ruin your marriage with a girlfriend are such. There is no worry of pregnancy, so that makes it safe, I suppose. My hysterectomy left me an IT rather than a fertile woman. And, a son visiting his mother is normal enough. Hell, even Betty knows you've spent the night here once or twice when she went to visit her mom and dad." "You have indeed given it much thought?" Robbie said with a suspicious tone. "I didn't sleep much last night." Marcy assured her son adding, "If you were listening yesterday, I accused you of thinking and acting like incestuous sex with your mother was but a small leap from having incestuous sex with your aunt. Something like that anyway! I'm willing to let you find out. Should I be correct, that it is not, I will not hold it against you and hopefully we can stop arguing." "So you don't think yesterday," Robbie pressed. "That you gave me the impression that you were jealous and wanted me to do what I did, or more?" "I can only say for certain that I'm a drama queen. When one is angry, words and thoughts can get jumbled and misconstrued." "You don't think there is any chance you might enjoy it?" Robbie queried, wondering if he really wanted to lay with his mother if she wasn't going to derive any pleasure from it. "I am not the prude you think I am. It would probably surprise you to know I masturbate...often. I dislike men in general and I don't want to be under a man's thumb. I love you. You being my son makes a difference. Whether I will enjoy it or not remains to be seen. I haven't been with a man in a very long time." Long, long seconds ticked by. Robbie was unsure how to proceed, what words to say to tell her he was very interested in continuing the conversation. Under the table, squeezing his erection, assured him he needed some sort of relief from his sexual frustration. But still! Yesterday, he had revealed his desire . She had shun him. Now, he wasn't sure. Would it be shame inducing... sex with his mother... regardless of how he viewed sex with his deceased aunt. "There is no sense in beating this subject to death." Marcy finally said as if reading his mind. "Let's go to the bedroom." Standing, she heading that way. Robbie followed closely behind her now completely interested and aroused at seeing his mother naked. As she started to undress, Robbie followed suit watching her closely. At 5'8", Marcy was almost the exact opposite of her sister, Cass. She was rather thin, not from trying, but it seemed to be her nature. She ate little and exercised even less. Her dirty blonde hair was a Cleopatra style cut. Her facial features were soft and she was pleasant to look upon, though not overly cute or pretty. Watching his mother undress in the afternoon light, Robbie found her skin to be devoid of any tan except a slight tan midway down her legs as she wore shorts often. Her arms the same. Her breast were small, the nipples flat at the moment, but they and her ass gave her small frame a well proportioned look. Watching her walk around the bed pulling down the bedding, he studied the bush between her thighs and deemed it quite lush. He wondered why she pivoted her head as she rounded the bed staring downward. "I'm no expert but I've seen a few, for real, and in magazines, but I've never seen one look quite like that." She said, her gaze causing Robbie to looked down at his erect cock, pointed mostly vertical. "Most interesting shape and statue!" She continued, as she entered the bed positioning herself in the middle on her back. "If you don't mind, we will start conservatively. We can try whatever you like later on." Marcy spread her legs, her feet flat on the bed, and waited. She felt no embarrassment. Robbie, his eyes locked on her thickly furred vagina, kneed himself onto the bed from the foot and moved in between her legs as she lifted them up. Without any hesitancy, she took hold of his erection, levering it down, and placed it to her. "I am a bit dry, so be gentle please." They both pushed gently and jostled until they were coupled. Still, he pushed slowly until he was deep. Marcy moaned lightly. Slowly he began to push into her, not withdrawing much of his length until she felt a bit wet, but she gave him the impression she was still a bit uncomfortable. He was concerned. "You have Vaseline in the bathroom cabinet. Maybe we should try a little bit." He offered. "That might be a good idea." She offered back. Robbie pulled slowly out of his mother which seemed to cause a little discomfort. In the bathroom, he retrieved the jar of Vaseline. Running his forefinger through the gel, he rubbed the lubrication over his length until his shaft was lightly coated. He returned to the bed. Again, Marcy positioned her son's cock to her hole. He pushed slowly into her noting less discomfort. She moaned pleasurably as he pushed deep. He fully expected her to lie passively allowing him to fuck her. While not overly engaged, she was far from passive and her ass moved and audible moans were Intermittent and varied with his length of withdrawal and penetration, which he kept at a minimum. "Is that more comfortable?" He whispered in her ear. "Very much so." She whispered back. "Another minute and you're cleared to rumble." He cradled her under her shoulders making an effort to keep his weight off of her as her legs wrapped around his waist making him feel a bit confined, but he said nothing. He gave her two minutes, then, increased his rhythm and began stroking his cock further out and penetrating deeper. Her soft moaning was soon quite continuous and intense. She became more active, thrusting back. Long minuted passed. "AAggggggggg!" She growled, as her ass reciprocated, double-time, then slowed. Robbie continued his rhythm not sure of what exactly had happened. "Did you come?" He whispered after a few moments. "Yes." She whispered back with a labored breath. The knowledge that he had caused his mother to orgasm within the 10 or 12 minutes they had been fucking gave him a much-needed feeling of elation. A woman being fucked will moan even under duress, but an orgasm is a sure-fired indication she enjoyed the intercourse. He increased his rhythm considerably and began to pump into her deeply with every third or fourth thrust. It was having the desired effect with her moaning but her ass was lagging behind his rhythm and still somewhat passive. Then her ass became active again and he was certain she was going to orgasm again. "RRiiinnngggg." The phone rang and continued to ring. "Rrriiinnnggg. He did not slack his rhythm and fully intended to ignore the phone as he hoped his mother, seeming so close to coming, would also. "Robbie! I have to get that! It is probably Gracie from the sixth floor. If I don't get it, she will think something is wrong and will be knocking on the door." Reluctantly, Robbie slowed to a halt, pushed up and pulled out of his mother. She scrambled to grab the phone on the sixth ring. "Of course I am all right! I was in the bathroom." Robbie followed his mother's half of the conversation. "Yes. I'm feeding him lunch. You know the phone is in my bedroom. I just beat him to it. Okay. I will talk to you later." Marcy made her way back to the bed and assumed her position on her back, again spreading and lifting her legs as Robbie mounted her. She helped them couple. Robbie quickly resumed his quick paced rhythm as if they had not been interrupted. Marcy had the impression that he was wanting to come and was concentrating on reaching orgasm. She readied herself for the inevitable - her son coming inside of her. She pondered how it would effect her. Another major hurtle. His hands pulled firmly down on her shoulders as he repeatedly stabbed deep into of her. She could not stifle her involuntary moaning showing the pleasure it was causing swell inside of her. Minutes later, unable to hold it, an orgasm swept over her again. Robbie was aware of his mother's gasp as she came, again feeling the increased activity of her ass. It spurred him on to fuck her in a frenzied manner desiring to fill her belly with his cum, consummating their incestuous union. How long had he been at it! He pondered. He could not feel any sign of a building orgasm though his desire to fuck was intense. He concentrated harder. His mother was sensuous enough. She had come twice. He had no doubt she was enjoying their intercourse. He continued on. Long minutes passed until he reluctantly slowed to a stop. Marcy had felt her third orgasm building. She was torn between being aggravated and feeling concern for son. She was breathing heavily. "Are you all right?" "Yes. I just need to rest a moment." He answered, with heavily labored breath. "Let me go pee." She said. With a bit of effort, Robbie lifted off of his mother, withdrawing his still solid erection out of her. She left the bathroom door open and Robbie walked to the door looking down at her as she relieved herself. "Why don't you step over into the bathtub and wash the Vaseline off." He suggested. "Are we finished?" She queried with a concerned tone. "You haven't come yet." "No. But I want to look at and taste your pussy if you'll let me." He answered. In truth, he was frustrated and needed a break to compose himself without giving his mother time to ponder much. "Taste? As in eat? Never had that done to me. I suppose I might find that interesting." She said. "You studying my hoo-hoo might be a bit embarrassing, but you need a reward for the other, if it's as good as I suspect." While his mother squatted in the bathtub washing her pussy, Robbie pissed and figured he would wash his cock in the sink so as not to stain the bedding. "Really? You have never had oral?" He queried, looking over towards her. "No. But Cass mentioned how much she liked it. So, the worst you ever did was eat her pussy?" Marcy questioned with interest in her tone rather than hostility. "Yes. numerous times." He answered. "I know you will agree with her." "Do you expect me to suck you?" She quizzed. "Would you do it... if I ins...wanted you to?" "I suppose. I would try. Did Cass?" She queried. "No. And you don't have to either, unless you want to." "How about Betty?" "You are joking!" He answered with a chuckle. Mother and son returned to the bed and she positioned herself on the bed on her back and with some hesitancy spread her legs as he positioned himself on his chest, his legs partially off the bed. Robbie saw not only a mound of lavish bush but also a labia and a small amount of enter thigh covered with short, dark, curly pubic hair. With both hands, his fingers spread her lips to study her clit, something he wanted to do but never did with his aunt Cass. She wouldn't let him. "Which do you like best," She asked smiling down at him. "Hairy or waxed clean? "Hairy. Real hairy like yours. Your pussy is quite mesmerizing." He said. That said, he slid his hands under her ass, put his mouth to his mother's hairy pussy and began probing with the tip of his tongue. He noted the scent of soap and an underlying female odor of his liking. Marcy's moans began almost immediately. She lifted her head often to study the activity between her legs. Minutes into it, she gripped the back of her knees and pulled her legs back, the intent to give her son better access to her pussy. Robbie figured she was desirous of more. He certainly desired more. He pushed his tongue into her hole. Cass had slapped hell out of him and accused of trespass. Bobbing his head, he began to tongue fuck his mother, causing a surprised yelp and cry. "Mercy, Robbie, is there anything you won't do to please a woman!" Marcy exclaimed. It Began with Aunt Cass Ch. 02 Had Robbie not had his tongue deep into his mother's treasure hole, he would have answered with a resounding NO! After a minute or two of perverse tongue fucking, Robbie returned his tongue to her clit. Within moments, the orgasm, in spite of her two previous, gripped her hard. When it faded away her body was trembling, but she managed to guide her son's cock into her as he quickly mounted her. There was no extra lubrication needed as he began to fuck her hard with renewed determination. After long minutes of chest to chest intercourse, Robbie straight-armed himself over her and slowed his rhythm. Both were breathing hard. He studied their coupling, his cock withdrawing, leaving only the head still in her, only to disappear into her repeatedly. Marcy soon joined him. "It it everything you hoped it would be...having your dick me?" She asked. "Yes." He answered, with an elated lustful tone. Actually, had Robbie been honest and voiced extended feelings, the first time he had backed his mother into a corner gave him a much stronger feeling of forbidden lust and desire. His time with Cass had taken the edge off incestuous lust. Marcy on the other hand had found laying with her son to be quite exciting, though tempered with her rationalization that she was doing it out of motherly love. "Are you going to come for me?" She asked seductively. He dropped his body down, kissing her square on the mouth lustfully and with desirous passion. Cradling her once again, he resumed his determined fast paced rhythm, pressing his mouth to hers. Surprised, Marcy instantly shied from the lips firmly pressed on hers, but recovered in the same instant. Her concern was not for the pussy juice that was certainly present on and in her son's mouth, though the shocked thought was there, but more so because she and her son had never kissed on the lips. With concern that he may have detected her shocked reaction, she covered her shyness by thrusting her tongue between his lips and into his mouth. When he responded in kind, she sucked his tongue lustfully. Lust quickly gripped her too. Their tongues fenced as faces and lips seemed to joust for dominance. Still, Robbie, his cock firm as ever, felt no feeling, or desire, to ejaculate. Mean while, the lustful French kissing had Marcy climbing the ladder once more. She held her knees back. Their kiss finally broke, his right cheek against her right cheek, as both puffed out labored breaths. They fucked on. "Come in me Robbie!" She pleaded. "Come in my pussy! Your mother's pussy." They fucked on! Marcy's mind reeled as her fourth orgasm flowed through her causing her to huff and puff while groaning loudly into her son's ear. Exhausted, her body became passive, but she continued to coax her son to come with provocative pleas. On he fucked, until, he felt faint and disheartened. His body slowly stilled again. His cock as rigid as ever. Marcy hugged her son tightly not knowing what to say or how to proceed. "I'm sorry mom!" He finally sighed. "Usually, I can come on command." "I know you can! There are some intense feeling going on here." She consoled. "Why don't we take a break. I'll make us something to eat and after we rest a bit we can screw some more." As they left the bed, Marcy eyed the clock. They had been at it for two and a half hours. Marcy retrieved a light housecoat from the closet. "You're still rock hard, Robbie, like a rocket ready to lunch!" She said, with an astonished tone, as she put the housecoat on. She left it open. "I guess this is how it feels when you take an ED pill and it won't go down for 4 hours." He said dryly, as he put on his briefs. As they sat eating, Robbie questioned. "Am I right? You came 4 times?" He studied her partially exposed breasts. "Do you think fucking is like swimming? Do you have to wait an hour after eating?" He quizzed, with a smile. "Such a word to use in front of your mother!" She rebuked sounding serious. A long minute passed. "I'm mufti-orgasmic. Always have been. Do you find that erotic." "Beyond words." He replied. Screwing seems to fit you well. More than I figured. You had me thinking you just gave in to your motherly instincts to keep your degenerate son from a life of sexual neglect from a frigid wife, but I'm not so sure now. Maybe you figured with your son you could be true to you nature with out being under someones thumb. I'll confessed, I was a slave to my cock long before aunt Cass got a hold of me." "I have my rubber cock and a middle finger to help with my nature. And you're correct, it's men I detest not a cock. I enjoy screwing you a lot more than I expected. And I was wrong saying you're like every man. You're my son. A special case. Right again! Screwing you is enjoyable enough that I hope, due to you difficulty in getting off, that you're not going to have second thoughts. I can only blame myself if you do. You are listening, aren't you? I don't wish to go back! The way your cock is built brings me to orgasm quite easily. And you'll come even if I have to suck you off. You can teach me. That is how much I'm willing to invest for our mutual satisfaction. I am frightened that you've discovered, as I warned, that screwing you aunt is not the same as screwing your mom." "Well, you're saying that today with no bitterness in your tone. And again, for the record, I did not screw Cass. But I doubt if you ever going to believe me." "No." She assured him. "I'm not having any second thoughts about us. I can assure you of that." Marcy saw that her son had finished eating. She stood and began to move the dishes to the sink. She moved to the trashcan at the back of the kitchen to scrape the dishes clean. As she turned, she was a bit shocked to see her son so close behind her. Robbie relieved her of the dishes and set them on the counter. He moved in close causing her to back against the wall. A bit of déjà vu. He opened her housecoat, and said. "We will just have to take a chance on that hour thing." She was aware of him pushing his briefs down, taking his cock in hand. She widened her stance and pushed up on the balls of her feet as he poked at her hole... entering her. She wrapped her arms around his neck, lifting her right leg, wrapping it around his hip, as he clutched at her buttocks. Marcy contently let her son screw her slowly, but determinedly, against the wall. "Can I always expect you to be so spontaneous?" She queried, thrusting her ass lightly with each penetrating thrust. "Whenever we talk about sex and screwing you will find me quite spontaneous. I hope you will not look upon it is being physically taken." "I may not mind being taken as long as you remember who is boss." "Yes ma'am!" Soon, mother and son were soon silent and fucking lustfully, her ass tapping the wall rhythmically. Long minutes passed. Their breathing became labored. Marcy was nearing orgasm again. More minutes slipped by. "AAGgggggg FUCK!! I'm coming!" She moaned completion. "Damn, that cock of yours is good. She detested the word but it had its place. Feeling her body relax, he pulled out of her. "Let's go to the bed. Quick, like a bunny." He encouraged slapping her ass lightly to hurry her along. He lost his briefs somewhere en-route. "Get on your belly! Come on, come on! Hurry." He encouraged her by cupping her buttocks and pushing her lightly towards the foot of the bed. Marcy kneed herself quickly onto the bed and flopped heavily onto her chest, feeling Robbie's body close behind her, nearly touching. She felt his hand on each of her thighs widening her stance, then he was on top of her trying to stick his cock into her. Anxious to assist, she lifted her ass a bit and reached between her legs to guide his cock into her hole. He shoved into her aggressively and began a quick paced, determined rhythm. Close to her left ear, his hot breath did not sound labored but lustful. He laid heavily on her body but she found the weight quite pleasant. Just a bit more than half his cock stroked inside of her, just past where it began to thicken, except when he shoved upward and deep. It was an entirely new feeling and quite intense for Marcy, the cause, his shaft raking the bottom of her ass crack in close proximity to her Rosebud. She could not control her moaning, not that she cared to. Robbie loved the female ass. His memory reeled the visions of his cock scrubbing, poking, fucking Cass's oiled up and golden tanned ass. His mind centered on poking her ass hole... her sensuous Rosebud. This time, a fantasy, he pushed the head of his cock into Cass's forbidden hole. She moaned her approval as he shoved his length deep into her ass, fucking her ass hard. Then, his mind focused on his mother's ass. "OOhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Agggggggg! Ahhhhhhh!" Robbie moaned loudly as his cock jerked repeatedly, sending his semen into his mother's belly. "Ahh yes! Yes! Yes! Yes!" Marcy exclaimed happily. Their union had been consummated. And just over six minutes. Robbie lay atop her for a long minute. He pulled from her, folding back on his knees, kissing her buttocks with passionate kisses, gnawing at her ass occasionally, causing her to wiggle and giggle. "I know that felt good!" Marcie commented. Robbie straightened his back sitting on his haunches, his arms hanging straight down, his fingers stroking his mother's caves. Marcy lifted herself on her elbows and glanced back over her left shoulder. She saw her son's manhood deflated and looking about 4inches long with half of it drooping forward. "Well, I guess we don't have to rush you to the ER!" She teased. He sat straddle her legs a short minute. "I guess I had better go rinse the sex off and get my ass in gear. Betty is probably wondering where the hell I've got to. Marcy followed her son to the bathroom. "She hasn't called here yet, so tell her I convinced you to take me over to Hampton to see Mary. Just make sure you stick to the story when you get home. Don't forget." After Robbie had dressed, Marcy followed him to the door and kissed him on the lips on her own accord. It was a bit more than just a peck. She took her own bath and began her daily cleaning, including washing the bedding. An hour or two later, she made a pot of coffee. Going into the bedroom closet, she reached to the far right corner and retrieved a video hidden there. A cup of coffee on the coffee table, she put the video into the machine and sat down. The video started and immediately showed a girl of 23 years stroking the cock of an older man of 67 years. She was a girl with a exquisite body, tanned with ultra smooth skin, her pussy hairless The couple maneuvered and the man was quick to put his head between her legs bringing the girl to orgasm a few short minutes later. He excitedly mounted her as she guided his cock into her and began a most determined fuck. Both of them. Had there been audio, though the girl's face was hidden from sight, she would have been heard moaning. The man's hands explored the young girl's body, stroking her ass and thighs, paying extensive attention to her large breasts, hungrily sucking a nipple. Marcy watched but felt no excitement. Soon the young girl was on her side, her left leg lifted high. The man's cock could clearly be seen stroking in and out of her as he spooned behind her, gripping her left breast tightly. His cock was long, thick and firm. Her body shook from the frenzied stabbing. The video was 22 minutes long and culminated in his cock being withdrawn, cum shooting onto her waxed smooth pussy. Marcy closed her eyes. She remembered gripping that same cock in her darkened bedroom. She had been midway through her 18th year. Naive and frightened she had listened to his rambling rationalizations of why he had come to her room, of why he was touching her between her legs. She knew she could not go to her bed ridden mother. She would have supported her much older, by 20 years, husband. "Your mother said it would be all right as long as we don't fuck." She remembered him saying to her. "It is so hard and just needs a little attention. Put your hand down there. Do it, damn you! You may find this exciting. Who's to know if we do fuck. But only if you want to." After a lengthy hands-job, after having her panties removed, after him maneuvering to straddle her legs, she lay passively and showed, or had, no response to his rubbing and poking the head of his cock over her private area. He quickly moan, exhaling his hot alcohol smelling breath into her face. That's when the tears came. Frightened, almost out of her mind, she called her sister the next day. During the story her sister cussed a blue streak, finally telling her that she had nothing to fear that she would take care of his ass. True to her sister's word, her father avoided her like the plague, never coming into her bedroom again. She moved out of their home as soon as she could. Her mother died shortly thereafter. She never knew why her father had an attitude adjustment until her sister had given her the video in her late 20s after their father's death. "Cassie, why would let him do that to you?" She had asked after viewing the video. "The most important reason was to keep him away from you." Cass had answered. "Plus, he bragged so much about his manhood and how he was still able to keep it up. I just wanted to see if he was telling the truth." "You only did it this one time, right?" "Yeah...of course!" She had answered looking incredulously.