0 comments/ 107760 views/ 9 favorites Auntie's Aberrations By: jay.palin Ginny, after 23 years of a racy life, hasn't slowed down at all. Here she deals with her 18-year-old nephew's naivete. Read "Ginny's Witnesses, Chs. 05 & 06," for some earlier group sex experiences. And please, vote for them all! Part 1 "Arjay! Auntie Uma is driving up tomorrow to stay with us a couple of weeks!" called my mom from her study. "Will you bring in the good linens and silver from the storeroom?" My stomach did flip-flops when I heard this, since Auntie Uma was my favorite person in the world. She isn't an aunt by blood, since she's white and my mother was born in India. And "Uma" is a name given her by Mom because she looks like a fabled, blonde, Hindu love goddess. But she and Mom have been like sisters for decades. The big family secret is that my white father, JJ – who died four years ago – was also the father of Andi, my half-sister who is four years my senior. Her mother is Auntie Uma…or "Ginny," which is my aunt's real name. "Well, Mom, shouldn't we clean the house? When's Carla coming?" Carla is our cleaning lady, who comes in once a week. "Not 'til next week, Arjay…on Monday. You know that! The place is neat enough, unless you want to clean it yourself. I'm busy with patients at the office today and all day tomorrow." Mom is a psychiatrist – Dr. Erica – who specializes in sex therapy. "Okay, Mom! I'll take care of it!" I called to her. I hadn't seen Auntie Uma…Ginny, for over a year, and wanted everything to look first class. When my buddies, Nnamdi and Seiji, come over to swim laps this afternoon, I'd get them to help me fix the place up, I figured. They'd do it in a minute if I promised them a couple of beers…and if they can get an eyeful of Aunt Ginny while she's visiting. When she'd been here a couple of years ago they hung around as if they'd lived here, because she's so hot! She'd skated professionally with the Ice Capades when she was young, and her voluptuous body still showed it. It was like having a gorgeous movie star stay with us! My buddies had followed her around like a couple of drooling puppies. In fact, Aunt Ginny had been in movies…porno movies…before I was born in 2005 and – who knows? – maybe even since then. I learned of this four years ago after my dad, JJ, had died, because Mom then put me in charge of the storeroom. In reorganizing what was then a mess, I ran across a box of old DVDs showing Ginny fucking dozens of different guys…as well as doing stuff with women, sometimes in groups! As a kid just entering high school, I was shocked to see what my legendary aunt had done. But that hadn't kept me from studying them carefully. Each night for weeks I'd sneak in a fresh DVD and transfer it to my PC, locking it in under a secure password, then I'd re-pack it in the storeroom crate. ****** It became a regular thing to jerk off to my aunt's passionate images, and I still haven't seen them all. I've also kept them a secret, even from my best friends. I didn't want anyone sharing my private fantasies, which go all the way back to childhood. When growing up, Aunt Ginny used to bathe with my sister Andi and me in our large Jacuzzi bathtub, soaping us down and rinsing us innocently. Then, one night when Andi was sick, Ginny bathed me alone – getting me all soapy – and my little dick got hard. I remember slipping and sliding against her slick breasts as I knelt in the tub between her legs, with her soft hand cleaning my privates, slowly…lovingly, and suddenly I felt a paralyzing numbness all over my body, which was a brand new sensation for me. I gasped, shivered, and Ginny looked at me for a second, very seriously, then poured a bucket of water over my head 'til I giggled, extinguishing the moment. That's the last time she ever bathed me, and I was also never allowed to bathe again with Andi. After JJ died, I entered high school and my horizons broadened. Aside from being a straight A student and a champion swimmer, during this past senior year of 2023 I'd grown to a height of 6'1" while working out in the gym regularly to tone my weight of 180. I'm still shy, however, and consider it silly when girls fan themselves and gush over my admittedly buff, mocha build and uncharacteristic hazel eyes. At base, I'm just a mixed-race, 18-year-old guy who happens to speak and write well, and who's looking forward to majoring in creative writing or journalism at the local university in the Fall. Yet…I'm obsessed by my 43-year-old Aunt Ginny. Just the thought of her makes my knees weak. My half-sister, Andi, Ginny's daughter, is pretty sexy, too. A few months ago when Mom was out for the evening – during Andi's Spring break from UCLA, just before she graduated – she stayed with us and we got drunk on champagne on our pool deck. Unlike me, Andi doesn't respect her mom much. She hasn't really told me why, but I can guess. Regardless, on this particular night we made giggling asses of ourselves in the pool and ended up naked. Andi is stunningly beautiful…dark hair and eyes, smooth, curvy body, but not as outrageously succulent as her mother. Regardless, she leapt from the pool as I sat on the deck with my legs dangling in the water, watching her taut butt twitch as she pranced away to turn off the pool lights. I don't drink much at all because of my athletics, so my mind was foggy from the champagne. But I do remember Andi, four years my senior, slipping back into the water and gliding up to me soundlessly with her long brown hair trailing behind, to nestle between my spread knees. With the gentle touch of an angel, she reached up and pulled my cock toward her mouth in one fluid motion, her eyes shining. I whimpered as her lips closed around the tip and I pushed down with my hands on the concrete deck to raise my hips, hoping that she'd take more of me, which she did. Her gaze asked a thousand questions as her tongue worked wonders around my glans. I'd had a couple of blow jobs in my life – which for some reason hadn't made me cum – and numerous, clumsy, backseat hand jobs that had left me with blue balls. As well, a number of high school girls had scattered scurrilous rumors about having one-night stands with me, much to my embarrassed amusement. But, straight arrow that I am, I was still basically a virgin when it came to real sex. It was all over in five minutes. Andi's mouth felt excruciatingly good, as well as her soft hands. When I came she swallowed a goodly portion of my load and splashed the rest on her face and tits, then pushed off into the center of the pool, saying, "I've wanted to do that for years, little brother, since we bathed together as kids. Now that I have, my curiosity's satisfied…and I hope you love and respect me as much as I do you." Andi left the following day, back to southern California. And yes, I love her – but not really sexually – since she's my sister. Still, I've never been able to forget that glorious, helpless feeling I had as my semen jetted into her velvety, sucking mouth. She'd been my first, though what happened later with her mother dwarfed that early experience. ****** Mom asked me to make a list of groceries she knew Ginny would like. She's a wonderful mother, is "Dr. Erica," as everyone calls her, who gives me all the freedom I need and provides periodic, gentle counsel to my adolescent friends. Unlike most parents, she's always treated me as a man, rather than a kid, even though for most of my life I've considered her a bit conservative. That was until late one night when I was a bit younger, and Aunt Ginny was visiting, after she'd moved to Palm Springs. I awoke to a disturbing moaning and, rubbing my eyes, strayed into the hallway outside Mom's room. Through a crack in her open bedroom door I saw she and Ginny with their heads between one another's legs, undulating together passionately in the bright moonlight. I felt hot all over and my dick began to rise. Only in my wildest imagination had I ever pictured my mother doing that! I immediately went to my bathroom and, standing over the wash basin, jerked myself to frenzied completion, as the distant moaning of my Mom and blonde aunt grew to impassioned cries, then…silence. The next morning I asked Mom about what I'd seen. Ginny was still asleep. "Your Auntie Uma and I are like sisters, and we love each other very much," she explained. "Now that your father, Jay, is gone, we need to show one another our love." Then she gave me a book on lesbian sex, which I devoured with as much relish as I had Ginny's DVDs from the storeroom. So, the house began to look pristine in preparation for my aunt's arrival. Nnamdi and I took care of the vacuuming, dusting and laundry, while Seiji took care of trimming plants on the perimeter, using the leaf blower, and sweeping the pool. I took an inventory of food supplies, knowing what Ginny liked, and phoned the grocer for a delivery. I figured that would save my mom some time. I also remade Ginny's bed in what, over the years, had become "her room" – using hospital corners on the big mattress, which I'd learned from high school ROTC – and by the time Mom got home the whole place looked spotless. We guys swam a hundred conditioning laps and had a beer before my buddies left for home, but not before I secured from Mom a promise that they could come by over the weekend…just to get a good look at Aunt Ginny. I'd brought all the good stuff in from the storeroom…silver candlesticks, Sterling flatware, Irish linen tablecloths and napkins, Waterford crystal, even old pictures of all of us in antique frames. I placed the pictures in several places throughout the house. Mom's eyes glowed and she hugged me when she got home. "Your Auntie Uma will love it," she said, stroking my cheek as her eyes misted up. As we embraced I thought how lucky I was to have such a great mother. My buddies had always thought she was hot. Yet I'd always corrected them, preferring the word, "exotic." Tall and willowy at 5'7" or more, her breasts are large and firm. She also has a narrow waist and a high, muscular butt, which makes my friends groan when they see her in one of her modest, one-piece bathing suits. Still sexy at age 49, she'd always drawn admiring glances from people when I squired her to parent functions at my high school, from which I'd just graduated with honors in English. I dreamt about Ginny that night, awakening early with my hand on a huge erection. I put on my black Speedo swim trunks and joined Mom in the kitchen, where she was finishing her breakfast, there to drink down a multi-vitamin drink I have each morning. "Any last minute instructions, Mom?" I asked. "No, darling. I'll be back about six. Same schedule tomorrow. Just make sure Auntie Uma doesn't want for anything. I'm off on Friday, as usual, and we ladies will be out of your way," she said. I couldn't imagine Aunt Ginny ever getting in my way, I thought, as I started my 200 morning conditioning laps. I felt strong, invigorated, as I plowed through the water, concentrating on my dolphin kicks – very important when making turns in long distance races – to make my stomach and hip muscles tingle. They'd hardened into something close to iron over the past year, and my wind – my lungs – had gotten especially well developed. Endurance was my goal, and I had a lot of it. I hoped that Aunt Ginny would appreciate my muscular build, too, since my shoulders and arms had filled out nicely. When finished, I had breakfast and took a shower. Well, I soaped myself down to wash the chlorine from my skin, anyway. Then, most of my concentration was on my cock, which I yanked for five minutes with my eyes closed, picturing my aunt's stunning, fox-like, face as I made imaginary love to her, splashing ribbons of cum against the tiled wall. Slightly ashamed of myself, I cleaned the shower thoroughly, since it was the bathroom that Ginny usually used when she visited. I threw on a pair of cargo shorts and a tank top, and tried reading an old Joseph Conrad classic, Victory. I couldn't concentrate, though, as my mind kept wandering to my aunt, and time was moving so slowly. I ate a healthy lunch of skinless chicken and lettuce and went to my computer. I didn't really want to jack off again…I just wanted to see her fucking. I pulled up one of her files and watched as she sucked and banged a guy whose skin color was a lot like my own. The disc had been labeled, "Sam, Pohnpei vacation, 2005," and I watched as she swallowed a load from his large cock – about the same size as mine – screwed him while on her back, then took him into her ass like a dog. I was sweating, and was hard as iron, when I heard a horn honk from the driveway. Exiting from the file, I ran out front and there was Aunt Ginny – sporting a tan worthy of a movie diva – just getting out of her classic old Porsche Carerra S convertible and struggling in high heels while shouldering a large bag. When she saw me she stopped and dropped the bag, gave a little shriek of joy, and ran to me to leap into my arms, wrapping a leg around the back of one of my knees. One of my arms went around her small waist, and her taut spinal muscles dug into my forearm. I held her off the ground for an instant. Since she's only 5'4" I felt the sublime softness of her generous breasts, and the tight muscles of her skater's hips and thighs, pressing against my front, which was still hard. While glued to me she pushed back and her eyes searched mine. "Arjay?" she asked. "Is it really you? My Gawd, you're all grown up! You remind me so much of your daddy!" she continued, brushing her soft fingers across my shoulders and upper arms. Then she kissed me, full on the mouth, and I was transported to heaven. Her lips lingered, for perhaps a fraction of a second too long, I thought, then the moment was over. "Well, you handsome hunk, with a body like yours I won't have to carry my own luggage. Will you get my bags for me? Please? There're two in the passenger seat. There's a case of white wine, too!" I dropped her bags inside the front door and asked, "Like a cold drink, Aunt Ginny? Or should I call you Uma?" "You can call me anything you want, baby boy. And, yeah, I'm parched! I started out at six this morning but the drive up was so hot, I had to stop and take off my underwear!" I flushed at this, not knowing what to say, and she noticed my embarrassment. Sure enough, though, as she pranced ahead of me to the kitchen for her drink, I noticed a wet spot on her pearl gray miniskirt, just below the curve of her buns. On top she wore a sleeveless, burgundy top, matching her eye makeup, showing her tanned cleavage. Its underarms were soaked with sweat. As I poured her a diet drink and handed it to her, I smelled a delightful feminine odor, one that I'd smelled on my fingers after pulling them out of the panties of girls I'd dated in high school. "Let's go sit down," I said. "You must be tired. Then you might want to shower." "Lead the way, big guy. I'd follow you anywhere!" she said, flirtatiously, as we walked into the living room. She flopped into a deep club chair, showing plenty of thigh, across from the couch where I sat. Then she – God save me! – crossed her heavenly, bare, tanned legs and let drop from the back of one foot a three inch, burgundy, ankle-strap high heel, which slowly undulated up and down with each tantalizing movement of her slowly bouncing foot. My eyes were riveted to her shapely calves. Never in my life have I seen such appetizing legs, I daydreamed, as my aunt went on and on about the drive northward. And to think – right at this moment! – under that tight, thin skirt is her soft, uncovered pussy, wet with sweat and feminine juice from the hot California sun. "Arjay? Arjay!" she said, snapping me from my reverie. "I'm sure your mother has told you to look people in the eye when speaking with them," she said, with a coy grin. "Well, my eyes are up here," she directed, tapping her finger on her bare knee, then slowly drawing it over her lap, up her bosom, through her cleavage, across her glistening lips to eventually end at her eyes. "Of course, I'm teasing you because I love you, honey. And I'm very flattered that you want to look at your old auntie that way!" "I…uhh…love you too…Aunt Ginny," I responded, wanting to kick myself for being such a transparent wuss. "Now, I need to shower an' maybe take a short nap, 'cuz your mom and I will probably be up late with our girl talk. If you take my bags to my room – it's still my room, right? – I'll give you a back rub later. Do we still share a bathroom?" "Unless you object," I countered. "Why would I object? It's not every day that a middle-aged woman gets to share bathing facilities with such a handsome stud. I just hope to catch you naked in there soon!" she giggled. "While I'm getting beautiful, wanna take my car for a spin?" "Could I?" "For sure! But be careful! No speeding! And if you find some chickie who wants to get down in it, tell her your old auntie'll spank her ass!" she grinned, pinching me on the butt as she handed me her keys. I was gone for only two hours, visiting Nnamdi and Seiji. I never took the Porsche over 35 miles per hour, and returned home about four o'clock. When I pulled into the driveway I saw Aunt Ginny standing in her bedroom window in a terry bathrobe with a towel wrapped around her hair. She was miming something to me, pointing to the house next door and looking in that direction. I couldn't hear her, so spread my arms, indicating that I didn't understand. She kept miming the same thing, until finally I gave up and went inside. I slammed the door and called out, "What is it, Aunt Ginny?" I heard her giggle, and a rustling as her bare heels hit the floor on the way to somewhere in the house, then I noticed the kitchen door swinging on its hinges. I crept in and she was standing with her back against the appliance counter in her robe. She'd removed the towel from her long, strawberry blonde hair and her tresses hung wetly past her shoulders. Her breasts were heaving…from her run, I assumed. "I'm all clean now…you want that back rub?" she asked in a stage whisper. "Aaww, that's okay, I thought I'd do some laps in the pool. I've got to stay in condition…build up my wind…my legs. You know…for endurance." I felt terribly bashful at that moment, and feared that something might happen for which I wasn't at all prepared. "Okay, honey. I'm just playing with you again…luring you in here. I'll get dressed and watch you swim. But first, c'mere an' gimme a little kiss," she murmured, curling her fingers at me in a come hither way. I stood in front of her and she smelled so clean. The scent of hair conditioner blended with a savory bouquet of expensive perfume. She was free of makeup. Her high cheekbones, deep brown eyes, and wide mouth accented her vulpine face, which was virtually without age lines. I remembered Mom saying my aunt had had plastic surgery on her face – her body didn't need it since she worked out religiously – and she looked no older than 25 with her dimples and chin cleft. The only possible imperfections were a few freckles at the top of her breast cleavage…a sexy sacrifice made to the god of the desert sun. I jumped when I felt the first touch of her nails on my forearm, as they crept up to my bicep to hesitate for a moment. Then that hand rounded my shoulder until it rested at the back of my neck. A slight pull brought my face down to hers, as her other arm encircled my hip, with one hand clasping a buttock. Our faces were but an inch apart, and I inhaled her honey-like breath as my heart rate doubled and my cock began to fill with blood. "Aunt Ginny, I…". My bleating objection was silenced as Ginny's mouth captured mine. With a deep moan in her throat she eased her tongue into my mouth and began moving it about, as if trying to taste every part of my oral cavity. She pulled herself off the floor while doing this, and began grinding her bathrobed loins into my crotch, which was swollen to the point of bursting through my shorts. She did this for about thirty seconds, then shivered, gave a little squeak in her throat, and broke our prolonged kiss. Her eyes were just brown slits as we slowly separated and she once again stood on the floor. Pressing her face to my chest, she muttered, "My Gawd, you've really got my motor running! That was our first…real kiss, baby Arjay," she gasped. She hesitated, then looked up at me again. "You're sure your mom will be home soon, huh?" she asked in a whisper. I nodded. "Well, then, better go take your swim," she decided, clearing her throat. Auntie's Aberrations I wanted to kick myself for being so honest, but I was afraid that the look in her eyes and her heavy breathing would spell disaster. "Maybe…if we…," I started to say, but was interrupted. "I'll be out in a little while," she said, turning toward the kitchen sink and gripping the edge of the counter, her knuckles white. I was frightened that I'd done something wrong, and was so horny that I attacked the pool as if it – as well as my body – deserved punishment for allowing such a confusing indiscretion. I started with the taxing butterfly breast stroke, all the while plunging my hips strenuously during my dolphin kicks. After a hundred or so laps, I switched to a more leisurely crawl because I was cramping up. In the meantime Ginny had come out onto the deck dressed in a pair of skin-tight white cotton pants and a sleeveless, scoop-necked cropped top in an apricot color. The top hugged her round breasts so tightly that it showed the lace of her bra. They were a full C-cup, I thought – 'cause my mother's larger with a D – and her tan midriff peeked at me, revealing her small, tight navel on her washboard stomach above her pants. On her tiny feet and ankles were low heels of the same color, which continually drew my eyes to the flare of her calves, since the pants were a bit short. As I flailed away in the water and breathed with each stroke, I had to consciously fight against getting a hard-on while she languorously brushed her long golden hair, which was now dry. I tried to determine whether she was watching my workout, since her eyes were covered by a pair of rimless aviator sunglasses of the same color as her top. When I'd finished I stayed in the water a while, paddling as my cock subsided, until I figured it was safe to get out. I hoisted myself up the ladder and rearranged my Speedo suit for modesty as I walked to where my aunt was sitting on a cushion on a teak lounging chaise. "You're in fabulous shape!" she said, her eyes scanning my face, shoulders and chest. "You look like you could go, uhh…swim…all day!" "I'm getting better!" I said, basking in her praise and drying myself with a towel. Then she stopped brushing her hair and wrapped her hands around her knees, still holding her hairbrush. I noticed through her light sunglasses that her eyes were focused on my trunks, which clearly showed my long, flaccid dick stretched to one side, ending at one hipbone. "Well…I can't imagine you getting any better than you already are, darlin'!" she gasped, as her tongue slipped out to briefly lick her lips, which were coated with apricot-colored gloss. "Now…why don't you wash off that chlorine and I'll start some hors d'ouevres before your mom gets home. And, for Gawd's sake, put on some clothes young man, or I won't give you that back rub I promised!" Dinner was great. Aunt Ginny had Mom and me giggling at her experiences in movie land, and it seemed like old times – when JJ was alive – with so much joy in the house. Mom sat across from me with Ginny at the end of the table and they held hands for much of the meal. I actually got a little tipsy, since Mom let me drink a couple of glasses of wine, which relaxed me, making me less nervous as Ginny's other hand was all over me. She acted as hostess, and each time she served me from behind, she'd run her fingers down inside my shirt collar, tickling my neck, which made me shiver. My hormones were raging by the end of the meal, when my mother asked that I clean up the dishes so that she and my aunt could adjourn to the pool deck with a bottle of wine. "Sure, Mom. You two have a lot of catching up to do. When I'm finished, I'll work on my journal…on the computer," I said. I also wanted to study some more DVD files of Ginny fucking a few guys…just to pick up some of the finer points on how experienced people did it. But first I was going to eavesdrop. I knew they'd sit in the dark at the patio table just outside Mom's room, as they always did. And I knew Mom's bedroom window would be open as it always was. I'd learned much as a kid growing up, sitting in my mother's room, when Ginny had visited. By the time I'd finished the dishes they'd just wrapped up the subject of my half-sister, Andi. "She worshipped JJ, Erica, and when she discovered me fucking a couple of his friends and employees…like his lead architect, Jim, I couldn't shatter her illusion by telling her that he'd engineered the affairs," said my aunt. "So, now she's graduated from college and is working as a reporter on the Times. I get an occasional phone call, more out of her sense of duty than her love. I hurt so much when I realize my daughter doesn't respect me." "In time, the scars will heal, Uma. Until that happens, all you can do is love her…as well as Arjay and me," said my mom, sagely. "You and he are all I have now, Erica," I heard Ginny groan through the window. Then there was relative silence, except for some soft, liquid lapping that I knew was deep kissing. There was a moan and a breathless gasp, and Ginny continued, sounding angry. "I hate working in the movies…especially with the men. They're all either robbers or rapists. It's a business where greed, ambition and lechery all intersect disgustingly – such sleaze balls! – and I wanta get out. I've got plenty of money, from JJ and his business…as well as the films. So, I'm thinking of selling my house in Palm Springs and buying one up here…to be close to you and Arjay." My heart leapt with joy when I heard my aunt say that! It leapt again as Mom said, "Perhaps you should keep the house in the desert. Move in with us…live with us…and perhaps you can rent the house. From time-to-time, we can all take vacations down there when we wish." "You don't want me around Arjay now, Erica!" said Ginny. "I'm at my sexual peak, and though I can't have babies given my operation, I don't want to damage him with my reckless, horny behavior. He's so sensitive! And sometimes I scare myself! My Gawd, this afternoon I almost jumped him! I think we all might be better off if you and I re-joined our old swingers' club. Do you ever hear from them?" "I attend a Friday meeting every now and then, just as a voyeur, Uma. Without you or Jay around, my sexual motivation is gone. Perhaps we could go this Friday." I was shocked to hear my mother say this. I was more taken aback when she said, "I think my sweet boy may yet be a virgin, Uma. But my love and respect for you and your ability is so great that I can't think of anyone better to initiate him into the joys of physical bliss. Age difference doesn't matter, as you know. Deep love and tenderness are what young, inexperienced people need." "Well…let me sleep on it for a while, Erica, which brings us to the subject of going to bed. I'm wiped out from the drive and you have a full day tomorrow…and we haven't really said hello yet. Can I join you tonight?" "Of course, my little goddess. I've looked forward to this night for over a year." I hurried into my room, locked the door, and called up some pornographic files of Ginny on my computer. Before I crept out to the deck to listen through the bedroom window to she and my mom pleasure one another, I masturbated to a file labeled, "Friendly Friday Society; Buck; 11/19/04." That was before I was born, and I'd not seen it before. It showed my aunt entertaining a rough-looking, tattooed, biker type guy in all three of her luscious, pink holes. At the end of their coupling, the camera panned back and I was stricken when I saw my mother kneeling, naked and watching them, with her dark eyes shining. The camera then panned up and to the side to show my naked, white father, JJ, erect and grinning down at the entire spectacle. I slept fitfully that night, partially because of the deep moans and sharp cries I heard from Mom's bedroom. Sometime during the night I remembered that Aunt Ginny hadn't yet given me the back rub she'd promised. I'd have to remind her about that in the morning. Part 2 Mom had already left for work when I got up. I slipped into a red Speedo swim suit and stumbled into the kitchen where Ginny was making coffee with her back to me. She'd fastened her blonde hair into two pigtails high on her head, and was wearing a black jogging bra and black exercise thong. Though very tan, the dark color made her taut flesh look creamy and soft. The thong bisecting her muscular hips and bottom was the thinnest "Y". The curves of her thighs, nipping in at the back of her knees, then flaring out to her calves, almost made me drool. For a woman of 43, she looked maybe half her age…like a college cheerleader. "'Morning, Aunt Ginny," I mumbled. She turned and her eyes dropped to my tight swim suit. "Hi, sweetie! Sleep well? Hope our talking didn't keep you awake." "Mmm, no…it wasn't the talking," I said, pointedly, collapsing into a chair. Her eyes narrowed when she heard this. "O…kay!" she said, sitting down across from me. Then she changed the subject. "Thought I'd ride the exercise bike this morning…to sweat out all the wine I drank last night. Would you mind setting it up on the deck?" "Yeah, fine," I said, cheerlessly. Then a devilish impulse hit me. "As long as you give me an extra special back rub…like you promised." "Oh, I forgot!" she said, laying her hand on my bare thigh, then squeezing slightly. "Right after our exercises…okay?" she asked, standing and taking her coffee with her out the patio door. I had my morning vitamin drink and followed her in a few minutes, setting up the exercise bike in the shade on the pool deck. Ginny spread a towel over the seat and started pedaling. Though I could have stuck around and watched her crotch work against that seat for a while I decided that a couple of hundred laps in warm water might improve my grumpy mood in a more gentlemanly way. And it did. When I was nearly finished Ginny stumbled off the bike and collapsed onto a chaise, elevating its back so she could watch me. Then I exited the pool and walked to her, where she lay, still sweating profusely. "Back rub?" I asked. "Oh...I can't right now, honey. My shoulders and arms are dead. Later, maybe?" "No, I mean, do you want one?" "Gawd, yes, I've got these hot spots at the top of my back. You know…right here," she said, grabbing my hand and placing it on each side of her spine above her shoulder blades. "Sure," I said, glancing at the sweat between her legs that had soaked her thong, and the rivulets of perspiration dripping down the slopes of her breasts that had left her bra in the same condition. I stepped behind the elevated chaise back, and began working my fingers into the muscular knots from her neck down. "I was watching you. When you ride the bike, you should let your legs do most of the work. You were pulling back way too hard on the handlebars, causing your shoulders and neck to cramp." "Ooooohhh…Jeezus…Arjay, that feels so gooood!" she mewled, dropping her head loosely forward over her breasts. "You know…so much…mmmm…about the body. Wow, do I ever have a hangover this morning. Hangovers always make me…so horny!" I chose to ignore her suggestive remark, since I felt I could easily explode if pushed. "My buddies and I have studied body kinetics…as a foundation for our conditioning regimen," I mumbled, trying to sound like a pro. "Mmmm…don't be bashful, honey. Go down my sides, under my bra. Your hands feel so goood!" She obviously wasn't interested in listening to me, so I did as she asked, all the way down her back, then up again, over her shoulders until I felt the soft upper slopes of her breasts. I then pulled my hands away. "Please don't stop! Come around in front of me," she said, lowering her tennis-shoed feet to the deck on each side of the chaise and patting the vacant area between her knees. I knelt on one knee between her upper thighs, and she looked up at me. "Now, can you massage my shoulders and upper arms? Sorry I'm so sweaty!" I didn't mind at all. My fingers slid over the upper part of her body from her neck, to her clavicle, to her shoulders, to her biceps. Then my thumbs took the liberty of pressing the spongy flesh of her upper breasts. She was now leaning back against the chaise's upright back with her eyes mere slits, looking up at me. Again I passed my thumbs across her breast flesh and watched her eyes. I swear that they said…yes, which prompted me to hesitatingly run my thumbs under her bra to touch her puffy nipples. She gasped – causing me to freeze – then nodded, and I used my thumbs again, for perhaps fifteen seconds as she bit her lower lip, until she moaned and shivered. I quickly pulled my hands away, as if they'd been caught in a figurative cookie jar…and Aunt Ginny leaned forward quickly to strip off her jogging bra. The sudden, spontaneous movement caused me to inhale audibly as the succulent bounty of her full breasts leapt up at me. They were completely tanned, with perhaps a hint of a sag, and just a small triangle of pale white flesh around each aureole. In my instant excitement I swore that her nipples were alive and pulsating at me as they filled with blood. "C'mere, honey," she whispered, and drew my head down to one of her tits. "Suck me, sweet darlin'," she groaned, as my mouth opened to nibble with relish at one of her globes, pulling deeply on its nipple. Without coaching, my hand went to her other orb, covering it and tugging lightly at its pink peak. "I used to…do this with you…when you were a baby. Your mama breast-fed you and – when she wasn't around – I'd let you suck me…until I felt paralyzed…numb all over. Gawd, I wanted to…to give you some milk. But I couldn't…nnngh…ohhh…I didn't have any, sweetie! Ahhoohh…Gawd, Arjay…yess! The other one! Oooohhhhh." I was in heaven as Ginny held my sucking mouth closely first to one breast, then the other. I was now lying between her thighs, and my hips were hunching instinctively at the thick pad on the chaise. And as her entreaties to suck harder grew more fervent, I became incredibly hard. She felt my rutting movements and, since her feet were on the deck on either side of the chaise, she began thrusting her crotch upward at me in response to my movements. Because of our difference in height, though, her mound under the thong was rubbing against my taut lower stomach. I was deliriously happy at the mere idea of my aunt allowing me such liberties. But at the same time I was at a loss as to what to do when she began thrusting up against me with purpose…then abandon. Her corky nipples scratched at my hard palate as I switched back and forth, desperately trying to swallow each breast as her passion rose. Then, for a full minute, she thrust rapidly against my belly until she froze in mid stroke, whining in her throat and panting in my ear as an orgasm hit her. "Nnnggh…nnnggh…nnnggh," she grunted, holding me more tightly than anyone ever had, until she relaxed and her luscious body seemed to dissolve into a liquid. "My lovely…baby…boy," she whispered, kissing me deeply as her eyes misted up. Then she pushed me away to stand on one knee, which gave me away. My hard, brown dick was sticking out of the top of my Speedo about three inches, which she regarded with a beatific smile. "Stand up a minute, sugar, and let's…". My trunks were around my ankles by that time and I stepped out of them. "Mmm…my Gawd…you're just like your daddy," she keened. "Kneel right here in front of me, sweet thing. I wanta taste you finally, you beautiful…young…stud." As I sank to my knees between Ginny's moist, muscular thighs, she leaned forward and pushed her two perspiring breasts together around my cock, causing me to hunch forward a few times between them. "Oohh…Aunt Ginny," I gasped, as her slick tits tickled my glans. Then she quickly lowered her head to my crotch and took four or five inches of me into her mouth, holding me there and rolling her tongue around my embedded staff. "Ahh, Gawd! Fuck! Ginny, I'll…". "I wantcha to, baby," she murmured, looking up at me as she began long, slow movements on and off of me. "Like my hot mouth? Nnnslppp…like how wet it is? Hmmm? Nnnslppp…make ya wanta cum? Mmm, I love your cock!" she crooned, pulling back to breathe and using both hands to stroke me and tickle my balls before plunging wetly back onto my pulsing rod. "Mmmnnnslppp, you're startin' ta leak into my mouth, honey, nnnslppp." She then very slowly took me to the top of her throat and, with her eyes wide open, she teased me past the first obstruction until her throat muscles locked tightly around my crown. Shaking her head rapidly, she then pulled off and repeated the move, then did it again, which soon allowed her to take me completely into her gullet. "Nnngghh…Ginny…I'm gonna…". "I know, baby…nnnslppp. I wantcha ta cum…in my mouth. Wantcha to gimme your cream. I've always…wanted this," she confessed, as her head began moving faster and faster onto me, with her lips making obscene, smacking sounds as she moaned in her throat. "Come on now…cum for me. Cum for Aunt Ginny. Cum in my wet mouth. Mmnnslpp, cum in my mouth, darlin'. Gimme your thick, hot cum," she pled, softly. I looked down at my tanned, pig-tailed auntie – my mom's white bisexual lover – who looked no more than 21 this morning, urging me with filthy words to spill my seed into her mouth, and I suddenly relaxed. I'd give myself up to this woman, I thought, this female creature – the "goddess Uma," Mom had always called her – who'd been the object of my fantasies for as long as I could remember. I'd close my eyes right now and dream that, perhaps in college or later in life, I'd be lucky enough to find a girl even a tenth as hot as she who would let me cum repeatedly in her mouth. That could certainly wait, of course, since my glands and hormones automatically dictated what was happening now. Yet it wasn't really automatic. Aunt Ginny was a pro, and she probably could have made me cum by snapping her fingers…if she'd had to. She didn't have to, and I submitted, growling great grunts into the mid-morning air as I came onto her soft tongue, filling her mouth immediately, and prompting her to swallow. She then pulled off of me and I blew short ribbons onto her face, neck and tits, all the while her tongue lashed at my glans as she mewled happily. She then re-inserted me between her lips, wanking me repeatedly from the balls, and then opened her mouth to show me the remaining reservoir of creamy jizz that she hadn't swallowed. Her eyes searched mine as she grinned and a satisfied, gargling affirmation came from deep in her throat. "D'ewlike'at?" she asked, still twirling her tongue around the tip of my cock, trying to keep the cum in her mouth as long as possible. "Oh…ohh…ohhh…ohhhh, yeeaah!" I whimpered, my thighs trembling from nervous excitement. "Goo-uddh!" she said, swallowing, "I loved it! An' you're mine now! 'Til the day you die, my sugary brown baby, you'll belong to me!" I decided at that moment never to tell Aunt Ginny about the night her daughter – my half-sister, Andi – had sucked me off in this very swimming pool. But all of that hardly mattered, since Ginny had more plans for me. Wiping my spunk from her face and torso with her discarded bra, she reached for her coffee cup and drank its remains, cold by now, then grabbed my hand to get up. "Where're we going?" I asked. "Inside," she answered. "Grab your trunks. I owe you a backrub," she giggled, dragging me inside and down the hall to my bedroom. "S'okay, Aunt Ginny. I'm real relaxed now," I said. "Shut up and lie down, on your tummy. Put this pillow under your hips," she ordered, when we'd reached my bed. I did what she said, partially because she seemed all business at this point...and partially because I knew whatever she had in mind would feel awfully good. "Like this?" I asked, flopping my still wet privates onto the pillow. Auntie's Aberrations "Yeah, but spread your legs a little more," she said, and walked to the side of the bed that I was facing. Our eyes met and she pulled off her tennis shoes, stripped off her socks, then slowly drew her thong down her incredible legs to reveal her nearly bald pink pussy. She'd trimmed her pubic hair very short, in the shape of a heart, and – teasing me unmercifully with the movement – reached down with two fingers to split her rose-colored labia. With her other hand she swiped two fingers up her glistening slit and murmured, "You'll get a real taste of this in a while. This is just a sample!" and stuck her slick digits into my mouth to suck her tart juice from them. As I savored the foreign-tasting substance, she straddled my calves and began kneading my thighs and butt. "Gawd, your body's amazing!" she exclaimed. "You inherited your father's fabulous cock and your mother's beautiful, high butt!" And with that she leaned forward and began kissing, then licking, my buns…into my crack. I clenched automatically, afraid that my asshole would be dirty, and she cooed, "Relax, my baby. I wanta eat all of you!" and proceeded to take long, noisy slurps across my rectum, which – after a while – I relaxed, allowing her to ream her tongue inside. She kept at me for many minutes, and I was soon open to her non-stop tonguing. I'd spread my legs widely by this time and soon Ginny was drooling globs of saliva into my open hole while she massaged my buns with her small, strong hands. "Mmmm…yeeaahh…honey! You tas' so gooood!" she mewled, now moving down to my balls and lapping at them. Then she moved slightly upward to kiss and lick at my taint. In school I'd learned this spot was called the "perineum," but I didn't dwell on that thought, because my aunt's tongue began flicking at that tender area like a butterfly's wings. I grunted at the amazing ticklish feeling and grabbed fists full of sheets in my hands, only to cry out loudly as Ginny slid a finger deeply into my asshole and began moving it around gently. I'd remembered my doctor doing this once while wearing a rubber glove, but he'd been awfully rough as he'd checked my prostate. This was different. Ginny's finger just brushed softly over the sensitive gland and I gritted my teeth. "Nnngghh…Aunt Ginny…I'm gonna cum!" I groaned suddenly. "No you won't, sweetie. I just wanta get you extra hard!" she whispered. And had she ever! I felt ready to burst and – fearing the embarrassing worst – I rolled to my side, taking in great gasps of excited air. "Oooh…look at that!" Ginny cooed, regarding my pulsing cock, which kept spasming from my loins like some rogue, untamed thing. "Now, on your back, pretty one. Let's do one another at the same time!" I'd remembered seeing Ginny and my mom in a "69" from before, and happily drew her wet pussy down to my mouth as she straddled my face. I couldn't wait, so I stuck my tongue up into her as far as it would go, moving it in a spiral motion as she rewarded me with a flush of her hot juices. By this time she'd throated me and I groaned at the same time that she moaned and wiggled her swollen lips down onto my sucking mouth. "Aaawwgghh…Gaawwd! Your mother's tongue!" was all that she said as she pulled off me a moment and returned to swallow my cock again. "Jus' lick my clit, hon…like I did your…uuuhhh…that's it!" she wheedled as I started flicking at her little nubbin. I was amazed that, after no more than a couple of minutes, Ginny started moaning in her throat, then pulled off of me and raised her head to the ceiling to begin her orgasm. Her strong thighs tightened like iron bands around my face and I pressed on as she yelped for another minute, "Aaawwgghh…yeeaahh…Arjaaay…eeeat myyy cuuunt! Ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh, ohhh." My aunt's muscular little body trembled in my arms for the longest time, then went soft, as she rolled off of me, clambering up to kiss me with what could only be called "cock breath." Her eyes sparkled behind half-lids as she rolled onto her back, drawing me down to her as she spread her legs widely and raised them into the air. "Aunt Ginny…I love you," I confessed, feeling her spongy breasts poke into my hard pecs. "Ooohhh…babeeee…I love you too! But…remember, sweetness, always to use that word, uuh…sparingly," she said, brushing my sweaty black locks off my forehead. "And – aside from me – never…ever…say it to a woman just before you bed her. After the excitement's over people often change their minds," she murmured, breathing into my face and reaching down to stir my rigid cock between her sopping pussy lips. "You'll understand someday," she said, pulling my face to hers with her forearms and sliding her tongue into my mouth. "Now please come inside me. Mmmnngh, I've waited so long for you, sweetie," she crooned. "Give me your body!" she gasped, with more urgency. Jeezus, I need you so bad!" I complied. I thrust down and forward, deeply inside my aunt to my balls, at which point she closed her eyes and gave me the most sincere, loving, smile I'd ever experienced, with her eyes closed. Then her body locked around mine. "Oooh, don't move, my darling," she begged. "I want to remember this moment for the rest of my life!" she said, as she began to clutch at me internally with her vaginal muscles. I felt her practiced, gentle striations writhing around me like small, hungry snakes as she watched my eyes flutter closed from pleasure. "Yessss!" she whispered, satisfied that the first sublime touch of our genitals had intertwined the orbits of our respective galaxies. "Now we can make looove!" she murmured, drawing my mouth to hers as my hips began their vertical plunging into her. She raised her beautiful calves up on either side of my hips as I began the standard, two-thrusts-per-second drill that I'd done for years when practicing my dolphin kicks. "Mmmmm, yeeaahh!" she murmured softly, beaming as my rhythm leveled out into a rapid mating tempo. My heart was full, as were my arms with Aunt Ginny, and we began an exhaustive afternoon of my first fucking. As our tongues traded places countless times in one another's mouth, her two soft hands found their way to my buttocks, which she stroked and pulled down continually, bringing me ever deeper into her clasping, heated body. I concentrated on an economy of movement, using just the muscles at the small of my back, as if I were executing dolphin kicks, so as not to tire myself. For a moment I glanced at the mirror over my dresser at our two fusing bodies. I saw her tanned curvy thighs pulled slightly back from straight in the air, and her shapely calves relaxed at right angles from her thighs. Between her relatively pale legs was my darker brown body, poised a bit high by her so my dick could rub her clit, with her hands gently pulling my buttocks downward on each very short stroke. The technique seemed to work, since she was mewling nonstop, and she soon began to moan as I hammered gently into her. We were fully engaged, in that each time I stroked downward, I was completely embedded, and inside I felt myself pushing to the limit of her depth. Had I been slightly lower between her legs, I thought, I'd be punching through her cervix, which might cause her pain. But pain wasn't what she was feeling. After ten minutes or so – where I'd be at about lap 50 in our small pool if I'd been swimming – Ginny began jerking involuntarily and yelping. I held her more tightly, sped my pace a bit, and she began to cry out, "Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh! Arj…Oh! I'm…I'm…cu'…cu'…cum, oh, Ar…jay! Yeah! Yeah! Yea…". Then all was silent as she inhaled a huge breath and held it as she climaxed. Soon she began trembling, then exhaled with a mighty scream, "Eeeyeeaaahhhh! Oh, yeeaaahhhh!" and began hammering back up at me, releasing her grip on my butt and wrapping her arms around my head and neck. As her orgasm grew in intensity she locked her ankles around my back and pulled me further inside, squeezing my cock like a vise. I continued to move into her with short strokes, though, tapping away at her clasping loins with clock-like efficiency. "Oooooohhhhhhh…yesssssss, Arjay. Arjaaaaay! Fuuuuck meee! Fuuuck Auuunt Ginnnny! Angh…angh…angh…angh…angh." As we continued, Ginny began licking at my dripping face, neck and chest like a puppy, sucking drops of perspiration into her mouth and mewling, even as she yelped each time my cock drove into her. She pushed me up off her and curled her head under me to lick at the nipples on my pecs and pulled her legs further back so that her knees were on a line with her breasts. This allowed me to drop down a bit and dig into her more deeply, which she apparently liked. As I hammered into her she started meeting me with one stroke of her hips to my two and her face reflected the mindless state she was in. She was now very vocal, grunting deeply from her lungs each time our loins smacked together. And, what did I know? I'd read about multi-orgasmic women but had had no experience…no real reference points, until now. But what a referent! Soon Ginny placed her hands flat on the bed next to her hips and began thrusting up at me on each of my plunges. "Again…Arjay…my…sweet…darling…baby…I'm cummm-mmming…again!" she whispered quietly, and her forehead wrinkled with a worried look…the first lines I'd ever seen on her lovely face…as she screamed, "Aaaawwwwgaaawwwd, agaaaaaaaiiinnnn!" as her body erupted into an uncontrolled series of seizures that threatened to dismount me. After two minutes she pulled me to her, tightly, and gripped my back from neck to butt, as I resumed the torturous, short-stroked plundering of her quivering pussy. From this point on she just rode with me. Placing one hand behind my neck and the other at the base of my cock as it entered her, she looked deeply into my eyes with a glazed look that was almost unconscious. She murmured something in a whisper, which I couldn't hear. It sounded something like "eggs," but – with my panting and the blood running hot in my ears – I couldn't make it out. "Wha'?" I gasped. "My legs," she croaked. "Pull my…legs…up more," which I did, astonished at her limberness. Her knees were now at her armpits, as her flowery pink gash seemed to swallow my thick, brown cock with each push. Inside, she'd dilated herself and I was no longer hindered by the obstruction of her cervix, it now being completely relaxed. "Nnuuunh…nnuuunh…nnuuunh," she grunted as her box gratefully accepted my tool. She said something again, her eyes misting up, something with "bother" in it, but I soon realized that she'd uttered, "You're just like your father." I felt a flush of pride, and hurried my tempo, which caused her to whimper and turn her head slightly to the side with slitted eyes. I did what I thought Dad…JJ…might do. I fucked her harder, soon causing her insides to seize up around me as she tried to say something. She whispered it, yet I had to read her lips to understand. I soon realized that it was, "Arjay…Arjay…Arjay…I'm cumming! I'm cumming!" because she began fucking back at me like a savage, clawing at my shoulders in her passion, and screaming, "Cu'iiinnnggg! Cu'iiinnnggg! Cu'iiinnnggg!" which drove me over the edge. I hit the wall at about lap 200, as my balls erupted their load into my aunt's cunt. We both yelled at one another as if we were furious, and our hungry loins melded with one another suddenly very slowly, much like two whales exchanging their respective mating fluids in the depths of the ocean. It was all over in a minute and a half, and we collapsed into a mass of sweating, intertwined flesh to fall into a deep slumber. The next thing I remember, during a break in our nap, was Ginny sliding out from under me to go to the bathroom. When she returned, she spooned into me as we were on our sides, and pulled my arm over her hip to place my hand on her pussy under her own. Her butt felt cold against my crotch as if she'd washed herself, but that didn't phase me. My cock started to grow again in her crack and, as she felt its tumescence, she wiggled her bottom against me to sink me further in between her warm globes. "Mmmm…so you are awake," she said, with happiness in her voice. "Good, baby," she cooed, as she reached back with one hand and spread her upper buttock away from the other to reveal her hairless, pink rectum. "I used some gel, honey. Cum in me there, please. Make me feel complete!" My glans had already penetrated her anus before she'd finished speaking, and she ended her request with an exhaling groan as I slipped into her tight hole a few inches. "I'm kinda big, Aunt Ginny. Don't wanta hurt you," I whispered in her ear. "Ohhh…darling! I looove your big cock! Just be gentle…and I'll take…all of you!" she gasped as I gained more slow depth into her colon. We undulated gently against one another as her tight insides gripped me, relaxed and again gripped me repeatedly. "Wait…honey. Lemme get on my knees," she gasped, and we rolled slowly to the doggie position, still locked together. I now held my aunt's beautiful, solid, tan hips, pulling them backward onto my invading brown prick. The fetching, ivory "Y" made by bathing thongs from dozens of afternoons in the sun welcomed me as I finally met her bronzed cheeks with my pubic hair and held her fast. I moved my hips in a tight circle in response to the spasmodic pulses of her yielding anus and colon. My dick, topped with its thick, pulsing vein, glistened from the gel she'd used as a lubricant, and I felt suddenly as if I'd mastered her…this lifelong fantasy goddess, Uma…a woman whom I worshipped beyond all measure. I couldn't imagine loving anyone more than I did my brazen though submissive, compliant Aunt Ginny at this particular moment. She was mine and I wanted her forever, my brain told me. Or was it my emotions, driven by hormones? Regardless, I suddenly began to fuck her – not gently as she'd asked, but hard – roughly, in response to a previously dormant, wild, feeling growing inside myself. She began to wail, crying out from pain and pleasure, and giving her all to me. "Ohh…ohh…ohh…Ar…jay! Yeah…sweet…fuck…me…hard…my baby…like…that…darling!" Her entreaties drove me to greater heights of bestial sensation. During this brief half hour, in retrospect, I lost much of my youthful innocence and emerged a decidedly more sexually aggressive guy. Somewhere deep in my subconscious I was responding to the base, primitive signals of the archetypal male not to be denied. My gene pool, covered over with layers of civilization, education and exquisite manners taught me by my mother, fused instead into a primordial animal, intent on making its mark on a female…even one so obviously unlikely as my highly-experienced aunt, related by circumstance only. "Aaii-aagghh! Aaii-aagghh!" I shouted, as I rammed fully into Ginny's asshole, spilling what seemed to be a gallon of sperm into that lovely, stretched pink star. We both fell forward onto the bed, with me still pumping short strokes into her as her colon milked me free of my residue. We shuddered together for a couple of minutes, then lay still, muttering and whimpering to one another as our rational minds returned to us in slow, rolling, protracted degrees. After peeing and washing my privates in the bathroom, I returned to Ginny and our bodies entwined for another nap. It was late in the afternoon when we awoke with her on top of me as I lay on my back. She'd sucked me off again and her head was on my belly, with a mixture of drool and my cum leaking from her relaxed lips. We showered – separately at her request – and had a snack, our first food of the day. She put up her tresses in a French twist with loose strands of hair framing her lovely face. She also applied makeup, a denim skirt and red sleeveless blouse without a bra. I wore jeans and a polo shirt to help her with dinner before Mom got home. We acted like what we were – two lovers – as we prepared the meal…a lamb kebab for the barbecue. I drank beer, she drank white wine, and we hugged and kissed with impunity, with my hands often straying beneath her skirt to stroke her pussy, which she'd thoughtfully left unburdened by panties. "Just until your mother arrives, 'cuz you're still making me so wet," she cautioned me. "When she gets home I'll put on some underwear and we'll tell her." "Tell her what?" I asked. "That I took your virginity, silly boy!" she said, hugging me and breathing her wine breath up at me. Her eyes were sparkling with what I considered true love, not only until Mom got home but all evening. And my mother blessed us for what had transpired during the day, confessing to me that she approved of "Aunt Uma's" actions, as Ginny and I caressed and fawned over each other in the most familiar of ways. "I'd do anything for this guy," said my aunt, ruffling my hair. When we went to bed that night, as usual Ginny slept with Mom, and told me again that the next day, Friday, they'd be out for the afternoon with friends. As well, Mom would be gone all day Saturday conducting a workshop. That night at about 2 a.m., I was awakened by Aunt Ginny standing naked, next to my bed. "Sorry, baby, I can't sleep and your mama's down for the count. Can I crawl in with you? I just need you so much!" By the time her hot little body slipped under the covers next to mine, I was nearly erect and she immediately straddled me. I felt the heated, slippery moisture from her cunt on one of my thighs as her hand went to my cock. "I can't get enough of you, honey!" she whispered. I grunted and she moaned as she slid down my stiffness and we began what turned into an hour of soft, sweet lovemaking. We both whimpered gratefully as my seed finally flowed up into her and she collapsed onto my chest. While asleep, I dreamt of the heavenly orifice that was her mouth and, waking erect in the morning, I reached for her, hoping to feel it again worship my groin, but she was gone. Part 3 I languished in bed the next morning like a pasha, listening to my mother and aunt shower in separate bathrooms and prepare themselves as only women do. Then I heard kitchen sounds and, getting restless, I slipped into a pair of yellow Speedo trunks for my morning swim laps. Ginny's back was to me as they made breakfast in the kitchen, with her blonde hair down over her shoulders. She wore a filmy, burgundy skirt that extended below her knees. I couldn't see a panty or thong line. On top she wore a silky lavender blouse that must have covered a push-up bra, since her breasts were riding very high and proudly. She also wore nylons – the first I'd seen on her since she'd arrived – which I discovered were thigh highs, since, when she turned to look at me, I saw a slit in her skirt – which extended a good way up one sumptuous thigh – and the top of one stocking. Four inch burgundy heels complemented the outfit. My mom looked great, though much more casual, in a tight, black, long-sleeved, starched cotton jumpsuit with faux combat boots. Her long black hair was down, and the whole outfit really enhanced her feminine curves, I thought. Both of them had spent much time in front of their makeup mirrors. "Well, g'morning, young man. You're looking well rested!" said Ginny, with a glint in her eye as she checked out my basket and hugged me. My hands gripped her bottom as we embraced and she whispered, "Easy, big boy! I don't wanta mess up this skirt before we go out. You know how wet you get me!" We ate, since I'd decided to exercise later with my buddies, and they told me their plans for the day: shopping, lunch, then a visit to their old club. "What club is that?" I asked. "Oh, a social group that we used to belong to…the 'Friendly Friday Society'," answered Ginny. "Haven't been there in years, since before your daddy died!" she said, cheerily. My stomach froze and I felt suddenly sick. That was the name on the labels of some of the old sex DVDs from the storeroom that I'd transcribed…the ones in which Aunt Ginny had starred! "What do they do?" I asked, my heart racing.