“Mum,” I said, surprised.
“You’re fucking my sister,” she said in reply.
I gulped and nodded. “Yeah.”
“It’s so rude. It’s wicked,” she said, the words coming out clotted and thick.
When I replied with, “You started it,” my mother grinned and then winced. She let out a moan and wriggled around, hand sawing at her sex while she groaned and rocked her pelvis back-and-forth. My mother sighed and mewled, rubbing her pussy over her hand as she squirmed at the pleasure.
“I did, didn’t I, Alan.” A statement, not a question. My mother moaned again, sucking on her lower lip for a couple of seconds before adding a hoarse, “You needed a push.”
“Kiss me,” I gasped on a surge of emotion.
She did. My mother moved closer and knelt on the sofa, leaning in so her breasts swung within reach. I pulled my hand away from my aunt’s bottom, cupping the weight of my mother’s tits in my palms.
The sensations I experienced as my aunt fucked her urgency over my cock, the heavy roundness of my mother in my hands, and the swirl of her tongue brought forth the rush and I came, spunk flooding my aunt, her squeal loud while I carried on kissing my mum.
In an unnecessary announcement, Brooke wailed, “You’re coming! Oh God no! Please, not yet!”
I didn’t care. Not in the moment. The pleasure was too sublime, my delight spurting into my aunt while my mother’s tongue squirmed in my mouth, breast-flesh spilling over my hands.
“You fucker,” Brooke squealed, bouncing robustly. “I’m close, so fucking close.”
“Keep going,” I told her. “It’ll stay hard.”
Brooke said it through gritted teeth, her bottom slapping against me while she snarled, “You fucking better stay hard. I’m so fucking horny I’d gang-bang a room full of cocks.”
It wasn’t an idle boast from me. Not at twenty. Not with those two women involved in the fray. My mother was forty-seven, Brooke over two decades younger. My aunt was twenty-five, closer to me in age than she was to her sister, both of them of a type: thick-middle women; sexy and bold and sassy. Beautiful girls all full and ripe, rounded where it counts. Quick to smile and easy to tumble into bed, as I’d found out. If either one was involved, I could easily come twice on the bounce. With them both present, I reckon I could have fucked all night.
My mother slumped down beside us, legs going wide, her gaze on my face.
She played with her folds and sighed, “She’s going to come. You’ve come inside her and she’s riding your cock. God this is wrong. It’s so bloody naughty.”
I looked at my mother and saw her gazing at me, her expression awed, her tone filled with wonder as my aunt’s pussy squelched and farted onto my cock, the gloop sliding out cold and wet on my balls.
“Thank you,” I said into her stare. “I didn’t know I could feel this way.”
My mother’s puzzled frown confronted me. “Why thank me, darling?”
Aunt Brooke was rubbing her clit and riding my cock, mewls of excitement issuing forth when I groaned to my mother, “It never would’ve happened if it wasn’t for you.”
Pausing mid-masturbation, my mother rolled her eyes. She tutted, clicking her tongue against her palette before grinning and saying, “It was obvious you fancied her, Alan. All I did was give a little encouragement.” Her fingers started moving again as she went on to add, “My sister wouldn’t have made any move, but I could tell she was interested. I could see it as plain as day.”