3 comments/ 44724 views/ 13 favorites Three is the Magic Number By: milfhunter88 Three is the Magic Number (3rd Relative Conquered) "You know...your Aunt Marie is thinking of divorcing Mike. She tells me it's been a while since they even had sex..." These are probably not the kind of words you expect your mother to say to you. Then again, you don't expect her to be in bed rubbing your cock either and she was doing that as well. Plus, it wouldn't be the first time I had sex with an aunt after she set up for me to fuck my aunt Deirdre just after I first fucked her. "Seriously?" I asked, trying not to sound too eager. "What? You thought everything was great with them? Hello!" "No," I said. "I mean you're seriously suggesting that me and her...you know..." "That ye 'you know?'" She laughed. "Eoin I think its okay for you to talk about sex around me. After all you are fucking me sweetie." I still hadn't really gotten used to the idea. A month ago I would have done anything to avoid a sexual conversation with my mom. I was still pretty shy about discussing it, but then she would do something to drive me wild and I just had to have her. Unfortunately this didn't happen as often as we wished since we first did it. This was only our third rendezvous, plus one time with my aunt Deirdre. "I know," I said. "Sorry. So you think she would go along with this?" "Well me and Deirdre loved it...why would she be any different? She is our sister." "I know mom, it's just the more people who know the more likely people could find out. Or the more likely someone we tell will be horrified." "Lighten up honey! You said that about Deirdre too, are my sisters not good enough for you?" She said nudging me playfully. "You know it's not that. It's just...it's just I would hate to do anything to jeopardise this." "I know sweetie, but think about it. What if we could guarantee you she would go for it? After all, once you have fucked her once we could all be at ease. She could cream herself on her nephew's big hard cock while your mommy and aunt Deirdre watch dildoing each other!" "Shit you're a freak," I said. "I'm all hard again now if you wa..." We heard dad's car pull into the driveway. I scrambled out of bed and back to my room. Mom hit the shower in her room as the front door opened. I jumped under the covers, my heart pounding. My phone buzzed. I read the message: "I guess I'll have to take care of myself in here now. You need your strength for Marie anyway stud. Love mommy. XXX." There was no way I could 'keep my strength', I pulled my cock out and began to masturbate. "Mmm, that was wonderful!" Mom exclaimed, striding into the kitchen. The comment was clearly aimed at me. Dad just gave out about the amount of time she took in there. I'm sure he wouldn't have approved any more if he knew she took so long because she was masturbating about fucking their son. "So are you doing anything later Eoin?" She asked. "Nope, don't think so." I answered. "What a shame." She said and left the room, leaving me to wonder what she had in mind. An hour or so later Dad went outside to cut the grass. I was watching TV when mom came in to the living room. She asked me if I would like to go on a "date" tonight. I wasn't sure what she was getting at. "We really outdid ourselves for this one, we're like criminal masterminds." She said, referring I presumed to herself and Deirdre. "What are you talking about?" I asked. "I told you it might be possible for us to know that Marie is interested before you have to do anything..." "Ya..." I said. "Well how much more proof can you want apart from her actually asking you out?" "And you think you can just make her do that?" I laughed. "Well, this isn't just something off the cuff put together since I first asked you this morning. We have been planning this for the last week. Wanna hear how?" "Sure." I said. "Ok, well when we first discussed it I suggested we just ask Marie, but like you Deirdre had her concerns. So, the first thing we did was sign up for one of those free dating sites. The thing is, Deirdre and I set up two accounts each, one as us and one as just two random women. So when we asked Marie to join, we slowly introduced our new characters. Mine first as a friend of Deirdre's and then Deirdre's alternate character as a friend of hers. Slowly we chatted less and less as ourselves and more as our characters. One night Deirdre brought up the issue of fantasies with her alter-ego. Marie was slow to open up at first so I logged off and left Deirdre work alone, she was right beside me so I didn't miss a thing! She made up some story about her nephew staying with her one time and fucking him after a few drinks too many. Marie seemed a bit reluctant to talk about it so Deirdre carried on, telling her how fantastic it felt, how the feeling of it being forbidden made it so much hotter and how it wasn't at all awkward afterwards. I swear, we were both so wet." "So what did she say?" I asked. "She finally admitted that she did think about being with younger men but never thought about incest. So Deirdre pressed her on the matter. She asked her if she has a nephew in his late teens or early twenties. She has just the one as we know! So Deirdre asked her to grab a dildo. Then she said to visualise him, that's you obviously, as she pleasured herself. She still wasn't totally sure so Deirdre got her started. She told her to imagine she was blindfolded and didn't know who it was...sounding familiar!?...then she got her to play with herself until she was wet and horny. When she said she was, Deirdre told her the blindfold is off and it's your nephew fucking you. She was too far gone at this stage to protest. She said she needed to log off to masturbate. It was soooo hot!" "Jeez, you two are fucking crazy." I laughed. "Ya, it nearly all went wrong when Deirdre almost sent a message saying the blindfold was off and it's 'Eoin fucking you' instead of 'your nephew', that would have been difficult to explain." "Ok, this is all really cool, but that doesn't mean she is suddenly going to ring and ask me on a date. It was a fantasy, everybody doesn't act on them." "Have faith young one." She laughed, "I'll just call Deirdre and have her talk her into that too." "Ok." I said, still constantly surprised by how sexually extroverted my mother was. "I can't wait for this!" Mom said as I sat into the car alongside her. We were heading to Deirdre's to try to set the plan in motion. "You ok honey?" She asked, her hand rubbing my thigh. "I hope it doesn't bother you that I'm pimping you out to someone again. You don't have to if you don't want to..." "Oh I want to." I said reassuringly. "I'm just a little bit nervous." "Don't worry sweetie." She said, her hand now caressing my cock through my pants. "It will be okay." When we got to Deirdre's she ushered us inside quickly saying that she had Marie online and had to collect her son in an hour. We hurried quickly into her living room. She sat down at her laptop again. "We were talking about our little discussion the other night." Deirdre said excitedly. "She says she hasn't been able to get it out of her head since." "Great!" Mom exclaimed. "I know!" Deirdre said, sounding just as excited. "I'm getting nervous now. Thinking is one thing, but I don't think I would have been brave enough to go through with it...if that decision wasn't made for me I mean." We all giggled as Deirdre (or Sandra as she was online) continued to chat with Marie for the next 30 minutes. She eventually asked her if she would actually fuck me if she had the chance. We all held our breath watching the screen. Her reply flashed up. She said she would but didn't seem certain. Deirdre pressed her. She said that she would but she wouldn't want to create an awkward situation and she definitely couldn't take the risk of being turned down and the shame of that. We knew it was going to be difficult now to try to reassure, while supposedly having little knowledge of the situation. "We have to give her a test. Something risk free trying to feel him out." Mom said. "Anything that risk free won't exactly give her much answers will it." I said. "No, I guess you're right." She said. "Well we have to say something." Deirdre said. She started typing. She said that she should at least ask him for dinner or something, and see how he responds to that. She said to give the options of restaurant or at her house. Apparently if I said her house it was a good sign. It seemed simplistic but it was something. She encouraged her to try it straight away; she said that in her experience she knew she had to act straight away because waiting might cause her to change her mind. We waited again. We waited. She replied...and agreed! Almost immediately my phone started vibrating in my pocket. I fished around for it and pulled it out. Deirdre and Mom were staring at me. I flipped open the phone and said hello. "Hi Eoin...Marie here. I was just wondering...if you're not doing anything...ehm...maybe you would like to catch up or something?...maybe dinner?" She said. "Eh, ya, sure. You mean tonight?" I asked. "Oh, well...ya. Ya why not?" "Ok...what did you have in mind?" "Well it's up to you. Would you like to go somewhere? I could cook if you like?" She said. "Well I wouldn't want to put you out." I said playing along. "It's no trouble, which would you prefer?" "Your place if that's okay?" I asked. "Oh! Great! That's great, I'll see you later then." "Ok, see you later, bye!" I said hanging up the phone. "And it begins!" Deirdre said doing her finest Bond villain impression sitting in her chair. Mom raised her hand and gave her a high five. "I wish we were there to see this Deirdre." She sighed. "Maybe next time I guess. You think you can juggle all three of us honey?" "Well it's not as if I have been overwhelmed by the two of you over the last few weeks is it?" I said in jest. "Maybe Marie can jump straight to number one tonight!" "I know sweetie, it's been frustrating for us too. I promise we will both make an effort to spend more 'alone' time with you. At least you have something to look forward to tonight thanks to us though." "Anyway," Deirdre interrupted. "I better get going to collect my son. Good luck later hun!" She hugged me and then pulled back and brought her lips to mine kissing me. Our tongues explored each other's mouths before my mother cleared her throat. "Mmmm, you're right Anne; we do need to find more time for this guy." With that she winked and walked out the door. Mom said that she needed to get home too so we jumped in the car. All the way home Mom gave a list of possible 'hook up' days over the next few weeks. That morning had reminded us what we were missing and we both desperately wanted more. I text Marie as we arrived at the house asking what time to come over. She said she had started dinner and could have it ready in as little as an hour so to be over by then. I jumped in the shower, got dressed, hopped in my own car and set out for Marie's. I got there about 40 minutes later. I knocked at the door and Marie answered. I was floored. She was wearing a blue blouse that hung loosely below her waist, tight jeans and a pair of heels. She had done her make up as though she was going to a ball, making her even more beautiful than normal. I realised I was just standing there staring and said hi. Marie said hi and nervously hugged me. I could smell wine off her breath as well as the sweet perfume. I followed her into the kitchen. There was a bottle of wine on the table, alongside her laptop. It seemed to be a quarter empty already and Marie poured us a glass each. She was clearly nervous. So was I and I hoped the wine would give her the courage to do something. "Dinner will be about 20 minutes." She said. "Make yourself comfortable in the living room if you want." I turned to go to the living room as she stirred some vegetables and sat at her laptop. I flicked on the TV. The fire was blazing and the room was nice and warm from it. I looked out the door and could just about see her at the table. Within 30 seconds my phone buzzed. It was a message from Deirdre. "I'm talking to Marie now online!" It read. "Stare at her if you can." I was a little confused but looked out the door to where Marie was sitting at the table. Suddenly her head raised and her eyes flicked in my direction. She quickly dropped back to the laptop. I was a little confused. Then it dawned on me, Deirdre was trying to convince Marie that I was as interested as she was. "Nice!" I sent in a text to Deirdre. "Drink the wine, or get rid of it somehow, and go get more." She replied. "I told her you would probably drink it fast if you were nervous." I certainly didn't want to get too drunk and really wasn't all that fond of wine anyway so I crept to the big plant in the corner and dumped it in the soil. I walked out to the kitchen and asked for more. Marie quickly clicked back to a news page. She handed me the bottle and smiled. I poured a glass, then poured her one too and went back to the living room. My phone buzzed. "Still won't bite. You should just walk out there naked I think! Hold tight... no toilet either!" I looked out and caught a glimpse of Marie. She had a look of surprise on her face. She pulled her head back looking confused by whatever she was reading. I couldn't even guess what Deirdre had planned. Marie typed away looking flustered now. She paused. Read a reply and still looked sceptical. Typed again, paused again, and looked uncomfortable again. This happened a few times. She put her hand to her cheek looking at the screen. She took a gulp of wine and stood up. I sat back against the couch as she approached the door. She didn't come into the living room but went upstairs. I heard the bathroom door lock. I grabbed my wine glass and crept out to the kitchen. I poured the wine in the sink and sat at the laptop. I switched to the other tap. I saw the comment about me watching her, scrolled down and saw the comment about how much wine I was drinking. I scrolled down some more. Marie was hesitant about it. She said it wasn't really proof of anything. I scrolled some more and hit the jackpot. I read quickly. "Are you wet?" 'Sandra' (Deirdre) had asked. "Yes..." Marie said. "Leave your panties in the bathroom. See if he takes them!" "What?! No way! Why would he take them even if he wanted to?" "Men are simple creatures my dear! If you want, hide it under some other clothes just poking out a bit. So he doesn't think you will notice. But make sure he can see it." "I dunno Sandra, that's a bit extreme." "It would leave you in no doubt though..." "I guess..." "So do it." 'Sandra' urged. "What have you got to lose?" I was getting horny just reading it. I heard the bathroom door unlock. I made sure the laptop was back on the tab she left it on, grabbed the bottle and turned to the sink as Marie came down the stairs. She came into the room and left out an 'oh!' of surprise. "More wine." I said. "I hope that's ok?" "Yes...of course." She said avoiding eye contact. "Me too I think." I poured her what must have been her fourth glass. I took a sip from what she thought was my third. She was blushing. She turned to stir the food. It smelled great. "Nearly done." She said. "Maybe ten more minutes..." I realised she wanted me to leave so she could go on the laptop. I apologised and headed back to the living room. I sat down on the couch and heard her tapping away in the kitchen. My phone buzzed again a minute later. "This might sound weird, but go to the bathroom and find Marie's panties. Take them, or at least hide them somewhere else away from the hamper." The message read. It probably would have surprised me had I not already read the conversation. I got up and told Marie I needed to pee as casually as I could. She nodded nervously. I climbed the stairs. I went into the bathroom and locked the door. I looked at a pile on the floor. There were some sweat pants, a shirt and a couple of t-shirts. I noticed a thin blue object under the shirt. I pulled it out. It was a blue thong. I unfurled them and saw a light patch on the crotch. She really was wet. I could almost smell her musky scent off of them. I looked around for somewhere to hide them. Instead I stuffed them in my back pocket of my jeans. I went to the toilet and flushed, before heading back downstairs. I had barely sat down in the living room when I heard Marie hurrying back up the stairs. The bathroom door locked once more. I got out my phone and text Deirdre. "Have the panties, she's gone up checking." I sent. A couple of minutes passed before Marie came back down the stairs. I could hear her tapping away at the laptop again, conversing with 'Sandra'. After a few minutes I heard the laptop shut and plates being set. My phone buzzed. "She's finally coming round. You might need to help her along. Good luck xxx." I swallowed hard. Marie poked her head in the door and said that dinner was ready. She looked flushed. I could feel my own face reddening and worried how I would get through dinner. I got up and followed her to the kitchen. The smell was delicious. I sat down and Marie served up a juicy steak, mashed potato, vegetables and gravy. We sat down to eat and nobody said anything for the first few minutes. I kept my eyes on the food but I could sense Marie watching me. Eventually she broke the silence. "More wine?" She asked. "Ya, sure." I said. I had only actually drunk a couple of sips of wine so far but she thought I was on glass number four. She was on number five and I hoped it was having an effect. She poured the glass and I thanked her. "I hope you don't think I'm trying to get you drunk!" She said and laughed nervously. "Ha ha, I doubt you would ever need to do that Marie." I replied. I immediately cursed myself for not being able to think of anything better than that. She was definitely loosening up a bit now though and we talked more comfortably. The dinner was delicious and I was nearly through my glass of wine. Marie didn't seem to be eating much. She clearly had other things on her mind. She was getting through the glass of wine though thankfully. I slowed down eating, the last thing I needed was to be totally stuffed or suffering from indigestion. "Do you need a refill?" I asked reaching for the wine. "Ya, sure. Thanks sweetie." She said. I filled our glasses again with the last of the bottle. We talked about college and her job and eventually she managed to steer the conversation to my love life. 'If only you knew' I thought to myself. I restrained myself, however, from saying that I had fucked her two sisters and didn't give much away. I told her I was single. I said I had one or two relationships but nothing too serious, which was true if you included fucking my friend's mom as a relationship too. "So if I was 15 or 20 years younger I would be in with a chance?" She said, making sure to laugh straight away. "Oh well, if there was someone that good looking showing an interest I wouldn't be single." I laughed. "You're right to enjoy yourself." She said, her mood becoming more solemn. "The last thing you wanna do is make a decision you might regret." She was obviously referring to her marriage in a none too subtle way. I was finished my dinner and Marie clearly wasn't going to eat anymore. "Is everything ok Aunt Marie?" I asked standing up to take our plates to the dishwasher. "Oh, thanks hun." She said. "Ya, I guess. It's just...oh never mind. I don't wanna bother you with my problems. There's dessert in the fridge too if you want some." I opened the fridge door and saw a cheesecake. My attention was drawn to a second bottle of wine in the door however. I sensed that might be a better option. Three is the Magic Number "I'll tell you what." I said bringing the bottle back to the table. "How about the three of us go into the living room and you can tell me what's bothering you." I reached out my hand and Marie took it. She looked surprised, and I was a little surprised myself that I took the initiative. I lead her into the sitting room and the couch. I went back for the glasses and corkscrew. I opened the wine and poured the two glasses. I knew Marie had to be getting pretty drunk by now. I threw some more coal on the fire and sat down alongside my aunt. "So... what's the problem?" I asked. "Oh, I...I don't think I should say anything. It's my problem; you don't need to worry about it." She said. "Well I'm worried now." I said. "Come on, it might do you good to talk about it." Marie was hesitant. I considered just telling her I knew about her marital issues and I would help her forget about it by fucking her. I decided it would be better to let her get round to it in her own time. "Well...here goes..." She said. Over the course of the next 20 minutes and another glass of wine she told me all about her marriage problems. She told me about how her and Mike barely spoke anymore, about how she dreaded him coming home in the evenings and the awkward silence and tension that would then occupy the rest of the night. She even told me about their lack of a sex life for 4 or 5 months now. I listened intently, showing sympathy where necessary all the way through. A couple of times she stopped and said she didn't want to be a burden but I urged her to continue. By the end she seemed to genuinely feel better to have talked to someone about it. She put her hand on my thigh which was between us on the couch and thanked me. She was staring into my eyes. I worried that my cock would immediately harden and show through my jeans. Then I realised I wished it would. Before it had a chance Marie pulled her hand away. "I got a DVD." She stammered. "It's probably a bit girly though." "Pretty Woman?!" I said rolling my eyes. Secretly I was pleased that it was something romantic at least. Added to the alcohol and the mystery of the missing panties she had every excuse possible to make a move if she wanted. "I'm just gonna go change I think." She said interrupting my thoughts. "I wanna curl up on the couch for it." With that she walked out of the room leaving me to set up the DVD. I crept to the door and saw her grabbing the laptop off the table before she headed for the stairs. I heard her bedroom door close and popped the DVD in the player. My phone buzzed again. It was Deirdre. "Why is Marie back online?" It read. "I dunno, you tell me." I replied. I sat and waited for about 5 minutes. I was beginning to worry that Marie had got cold feet, or come to her senses about what she was doing. My phone buzzed again a couple of minutes later. "Good luck xx," was all it said. I looked at it confused. Then I heard a door open and close upstairs and footsteps on the stairs. I held my breath as Marie came around the corner. When she came in she was wearing a full length bathrobe. My heart sank. Clearly Deirdre's message had meant that I had no chance anymore. Marie sat down and asked if I was okay. I said I was as cheerily as I could and pressed play. Marie was curled up next to me on the couch with her head on my shoulder. There wasn't an inch of skin on show though and I was feeling depressed. She put her hand on my thigh and began rubbing it gently. I didn't feel the same excitement and anticipation as earlier though. Suddenly I wasn't in any mood to watch the movie with the only chance of a happy ending being on screen. I topped up my glass of wine. Marie said she had more than enough. I couldn't believe she was after getting pretty drunk and then got more sensible. The movie was not exactly a great movie for a man. Marie's shoulder was getting heavy on mine so I shifted slightly, moving my hand around her to ease the burden. She took my hand in her free hand with the other still resting on my thigh. After a minute or two she let go of my hand and it dropped across the top of her chest, probably just above where her left boob was located inside the heavy material. She didn't seem to even notice. Her right hand began to rub up and down my thigh again. The very top of her robe was pushed out slightly from her skin and slightly loose just next to my hand. It was just too dark to be able to see anything. Marie's hand was now getting dangerously close to my crotch as it moved up and down my thigh. I could only see the top of her head as it rested on my chest and shoulder, but I was sure she was still staring intently at the TV. I finished off my glass of wine. Marie's hand had stopped and rested on my thigh again. I began drumming my fingers almost subconsciously, forgetting how sensitively they were positioned. I only remembered as Marie twitched, probably a little irritated by it. She readjusted herself by snuggling in even closer to me. By now my hand had moved even more central and was across her chest, my thumb on the right side of the slight crack in her robe and my fingers covering the opening. Her hand began to move methodically again on my thigh. This time she moved even higher, her pinkie brushing against my crotch. I froze. Her hand travelled back down to my knee and then back up. It brushed off my crotch again. I had almost stopped breathing as she completed her journey to the knee and back again. For the third time it brushed lightly against my flaccid cock, this time seeming to pause for a second or two before moving again. The continued light touch was driving me crazy. Still Marie's head hadn't turned from the TV. I was confused now. If this had happened earlier I would have jumped her but I had just convinced myself nothing was going to happen. I decided to take a risk and slowly and carefully slid my hand inside her robe. I moved over where I imagined her right breast being. I carefully lowered it onto her. I felt a silky material, her pyjama top or nightdress I presumed. She didn't react to my move other than to apply more pressure with her rubbing hand. I took this as a good sign. I moved my hand up higher until it met skin at her neck. I lightly traced my fingers down her neck until it touched silk again. My cock was hardening in my jeans as I did this. Marie must have noticed this as she kept rubbing against it. I noticed her pausing longer and longer each time she got to my cock. She must have also noticed that it was a little bit shorter a journey each time too as my dick was forced to grow down my thigh thanks to the jeans. My fingers came across a sizeable obstacle on their journey down her chest. I slowly carried on up her fleshy mound until I met the nipple. It was rock hard as my index finger brushed it. Again Marie kept cool although her breathing had quickened a bit. This time her retaliation was to not stop as her hand reached the tip of my hardening dick. Instead her hand carried on up the length of the shaft and all the way back down to my knee. She must have noticed my rapidly increasing heartbeat after this. I pinched her nipple between my thumb and forefinger. Once more her hand travelled up my leg to the base of my cock and back. I continued kneading her nipple. The next time her hand came up to the base of my cock it didn't return to my knee. Instead it stopped at the tip of my cock. Now she was only rubbing the length of my rock hard cock. I squeezed her boob and she squeezed my dick. Given how we had both danced around this all night it was no surprise that we were both scared to take the next step. We continued rubbing and squeezing each other in silence, neither of us wanting to jeopardise anything. Her left hand moved on to mine and encouraged me to squeeze harder. Her right hand struggled with the button on my jeans. I used my right hand to help her. It popped open and she quickly found the fly. Without ever looking away from the TV she yanked it down. My cock was relieved to be free from the tightness of the closed jeans. Within seconds her hand was slipping under the elastic of my boxers and was inside them. She grabbed my hard erection and moaned. It was the first noise either of us made. As Vivian crawled on her knees to Edward, Marie slipped free of my grasp and slid off the couch, her hand never letting go of my stiff prick. She spun on her knees and was inches from it, just like Julia Roberts on screen. She looked me in the eyes. There was a question in hers. "Please!" I whimpered, desperate for her to do it. Her eyes dropped to my cock properly for the first time. She licked her lips and an 'mmmm' escaped her throat. I could feel her warm breath on me. Then in a flash my dick disappeared inside her mouth. She sucked hungrily at it. Her eyes locked on to mine again as her head bobbed up and down. She pulled it out with a slurp and started licking the length of the shaft, still staring at me. It no longer mattered that I had masturbated earlier, I knew I wasn't going to last. I lifted my hips forward and she took the hint. She engulfed me again and started sucking even faster. I felt my balls tighten. She must have too. She took me deep in her throat and held me there. It felt amazing and I shot my load. She gagged a little but held firm and swallowed most of it. In my ecstasy I almost said something about a great deep throat running in the family. Luckily I was too spent to speak. "God it's been SO long!" Marie whispered. I smiled, willing my now softening cock to stay hard. "And this thing IS so long!" She moaned, taking me in her hand. That was probably a better reflection of her husband than me as my cock was only maybe slightly bigger than average. It wasn't enough to make any woman in the world go weak at the knees or anything. It now seemed to be reconsidering going soft as she rubbed it. Then she left go and stood up. She opened her robe and dropped it to the floor. That was enough to make my dick stand up again. It wasn't a pyjama top or nightdress I felt earlier but a short silk teddy barely covering her hips. Her boobs were falling out the top and her smooth legs were totally exposed. The fire was beginning to go out behind her but the one between us was raging strong. Marie stepped forward and straddled me on the couch. My hands went to her ass and she wrapped hers around my neck. She stared at me for a few seconds before dropping her head and kissing me. Her lips were soft and tasted of strawberry. Our mouths moved against each other slowly, lovingly. I slipped my tongue into her mouth and it set about exploring. It met Marie's and they danced together, like the last few flames in the fireplace. We stayed like this for a while as I recovered from her blowjob. Marie eventually broke the kiss and reached for a blanket behind the couch. She climbed off me and laid the blanket on the floor. She then lay on it on her side beckoning me with her finger. I sat up, sliding my pants and boxers down the rest of my legs and off. I pulled off my shirt too and tossed it aside. I dropped to my knees next to Marie. She lifted her head for a kiss but I put a finger to her lips. It was my turn to reciprocate. I pushed her on to her back and moved down between her legs. I grabbed her ankles and put her legs over my shoulders. I could smell her delicious pussy as my head approached it slowly. Marie seemed to have stopped breathing. My tongue slid out of my mouth and gently licked her lips. Marie left out a low moan as if she might cum there and then. I licked again, my tongue sliding up and down her wet lips, flicking at her clit at the top of the journey. Her hands found my head and ran through my hair. My thumb found its way to her clit as my tongue jabbed at her entrance. I pushed forward, my tongue now fucking her pussy as I rubbed her clit. "More, more!" Was all Marie could manage. I pulled my tongue out and moved it to her clit. I lapped it aggressively as I quickly slid two fingers inside her. This elicited an "Ooohhh!" as I started to finger fuck her. I began to quickly flick my tongue over and around her clit and concentrated on rolling my fingers against the upper walls of her vagina. It didn't take long for Marie to show her appreciation as her hips rose pushing herself into my face. "Mmmm, ya! Oh...Eoin, yes! " This really turned me on and I nibbled on her clit, slipping another finger inside her. "Ooohh God! Keep, fucking, licking me!!" She was driving me crazy now and I began to fuck her hard with my fingers. My tongue was out of control, licking and sucking at anything and everything. Marie was gone beyond caring where I licked as she thrashed beneath me, her hands now pinching her hard nipples. Her pussy made squelching noises as my fingers slid in and out of her, getting wetter with each thrust. Her legs were locked behind me as if I had some intention of escaping. I licked furiously at her as her breathing became more laboured. I could sense she was close. My wrist felt as though it might snap as her hungry cunt swallowed my fingers. "Oh, oh, oh God Eoin! Fuck...me! Mmmm, don't stop! Please! Ooohhh..." Her screams grew louder until suddenly her body froze beneath me. It was as if someone had pressed pause on a DVD. Her legs tightened their grip as a long, guttural moan escaped her lips. As Marie's legs loosened I slithered up her body, moistened by our sweat. I planted a long and passionate kiss on her lips as we embraced. She ran her hand through my hair as she held me close. I kissed the side of her neck a few times, before starting to lick it. Marie reached between us and took hold of my cock. She began stroking it. "Please get hard." She said. "I need to be fucked!" We could both feel my cock start to grow again in her hand. I continued to lick her neck as she stroked me to full erection again. "Fuck me Eoin." She whispered into my ear. "Please fuck me." I didn't need to be told twice. I slid back down and took my cock in my hand. I rubbed my head up and down her slippery slit a few times. Marie gasped slightly at the touch. I slid my throbbing head into her slowly, savouring the feel as her neglected pussy almost dragged me in on its own. I enjoyed the feel of every inch pushing in. When my whole cock was in her I paused enjoying the sensation. Marie was staring up at me, her eyes begging me to give her the fucking she so desperately needed. I was in no mood to disappoint her. I started to slide in and out of her slowly at first, gradually building pace. "Mmmm, harder honey! Fuck me harder!" She urged. Before long I was slamming my prick in and out of her as hard as I could. My balls were slapping off her gorgeous ass every time I jammed my cock deep inside her. I was sweating and my breathing was laboured as I put all I had into pleasuring my sexy aunt. "Ooohh, pound me with that big fucking dick!" Marie screamed. It drove me crazy listening to her talking dirty as she squirmed beneath me, her pussy full of my cock. I slowed as I grabbed her leg and lifted it high; changing the angle I was fucking her at. I quickly got back into a rhythm as she continued to beg for more. I suddenly stopped and pulled out. She looked at me in shock, disappointment evident on her face. "Turn over!" I demanded. Marie smiled at me taking control and quickly did as she was told. She planted herself on her forearms and lifted her ass in the air. She wiggled it as she looked back over her shoulder. I quickly lined my hard cock up with her pussy and slid back inside her with ease. I grabbed a hold of her hips and leaned back. I pulled her against me forcefully every time I thrusted into her. She soon began to push back on her own, forcing me deeper and deeper inside her. "Oh shit! Fuck me Eoin!" She pleaded. Gawd, don't stop fucking my cunt you bastard!!" My hands were digging into her sides as I held her hips and my pelvis was getting sore from slamming against her so hard but we were both beyond feeling pain. Without stopping I lifted myself onto my feet and quickly squatted over her. "OOOHHH!" She screamed as my cock penetrated her deeper than ever. "Eoin! Eoin, YES! Right there, fuck me right there!" I was panting hard now and it was all I could do to keep going. I was desperate to make her cum. Marie was bucking wildly below me. I couldn't imagine what Mike's problem was, how could he not want to fuck a sexual creature like this. She was still trying to push up and back off her elbows at every thrust, but her movements were erratic now. She was moaning and grunting like a caged animal. "Nnngg, Eoin! Uuugh, YES...YES!!" She babbled. "Gonna...CUM! Oh, shit, making...ME...CUM!!!" She stopped moving now, her ass still raised in the air. I continued to fuck her hard. I was groaning now too. Our grunts filled the room. I grabbed her hair in one hand and pulled her head back as my cock slammed into her. She was getting very close now and so was I. "Make me cum Eoin! Please! Make me cum with that big stiff prick!" "Awww, cum for me Marie! Fucking cum for me!" I begged. This seemed to push her over the edge and she started to spasm as her orgasm took hold. "I'm...CUMMING! Ooooohhh fuck YES!!" She screamed. "Cum in me Eoin! Cum in me!" That was all I could take and I drove my dick as deep inside her as I could. "Cum...cumming!" Was all I could manage to say. My balls emptied what seemed like gallons of cum in my aunt's cunt. I collapsed back and almost fainted from the intensity. I could see my sticky goo dripping from her pussy. Marie got up and came and lay on me, her head on my chest. "I hope you're not finished for the night." She said. No, I thought to myself, there's still one or two things we need to discuss.