My mother was quick with her denial. “No, it’s only been fantasy, Brooke.”
“So why Alan?”
My mother shrugged again. “You know why.”
Aunt Brooke didn’t reply for several long moments. Then she nodded, a moue of acceptance pursing her lips. “You thought I was going to shag him.”
I watched the exchange like a volley at a tennis match as the sister’s spoke, the pair batting words back-and-forth.
“You were as bad as each other,” my mother put in with an exasperated roll of her eyes. “He was horny sniffing around you.” She backed up the eye-roll with a snide chuckle. “And you … dear little sister … Well, you were just about pushing your arse into his face. It was obvious you liked the attention. Even if it was from your nephew.”
“Fuck, Elissa,” breathed my aunt, “I was so fucking randy. You’re not the only one who’s gone without cock, you know.”
My mother went up onto her knees, then leaned over me and kissed her sister’s cheek. “Well, we’re not going without now,” she said, looking at me. “Have you got any strength left for your mother, Alan?” she asked, expression expectant.
Lust surged when I saw the look on her face, those boobs swinging free. She gave my cock a few gentle tugs and smiled at me.
When I replied, I heard the desire. “Oh yes, mum. For you…”
“My sweet darling boy,” my mother crooned, stroking my cheek. “Come up to bed. Come with me, darling.”
When she stood up, my mother held out a hand. I took it, rising up to stand beside her.
To Brooke, my mother said, “Do you mind if it’s just me and Alan?”
My aunt waved a hand in an airy gesture. “God no, Elissa. I need to get in the bath. Then I should get on the internet and look at that property website.”
“You don’t have to rush finding a place,” my mother replied. “You’re welcome here. There’s room, after all.”
Brooke cupped a hand between her legs as she too got up out of the sofa. She muttered an obscenity, something about the volume of goo I’d pumped into her pussy.
“Thanks, Elissa,” said my aunt. “I appreciate it. Everything,” she added with a pointed look at me. “Putting me up, the sex…”
“The sex,” my mother said on a sigh. She squeezed my hand. “Are we crazy for doing it, Brooke? Am I wicked?”
I wondered if my aunt heard the guilt and apprehension in my mother’s tone. I glanced at my mother, returning the squeeze while Brooke shook her head.
“It’s taking some getting used to,” Brooke replied. “I mean, fucking my nephew…? Doing threesomes with you…?” My aunt paused and threw a glance my way. “But I love it,” she added. “It’s just so fucking dirty. So fucking bad it makes me wet. God, if anyone ever found out…” A moment later my aunt let out a laugh. Then, with her hand still between her thighs, she said, “Anyway, I’m off for that bath. You two have fun!”
I watched her buttocks jiggle as Aunt Brooke walked away. It was great to see her fleshy globes and the feminine swing of her hips.
“I love you, mum,” I said as dark urges welled up inside.
“I heard you say that to Brooke, too, Alan.” My mother blinked a few times, gazing at me, her expression matching the accusation in her tone. “Do you mean it when you say it to me?”