“Jeez, Mom, I never thought you felt that way about sex,” I said as she swallowed all my cum.
She wiped the last drops of her lips, putting her fingers in her mouth and licking them clean. “Your father and I had 4 sons so you must know how many times it took us to practice at conceiving each one of you.”
“Well,” I said, “at least I know it all works just fine.”
“Er, I have to ask this.” I thought don’t tell me she wants this every week, not that I’d complain?
“What’s that, Mom?”
“Have you ever thought about having sex with any of your aunts.”
“Er, well,” I began but was interrupted by my mom saying, “Auntie Chrissie?”
“Why her?” I asked.
“I’ve seen how you check her out when we visit her. Well, have you?”
“Sometimes,” I said “but not lately.”
“Let’s go and visit her. I’ll give her a call and tell her we’re coming.”
“Don’t tell her what we just did.”
“No, don’t worry, I won’t say a word.” She went to the phone (we didn’t have mobiles or cell phones in those days) and after a few minutes turned to me and said that Chrissie would love to see us. Chrissie was about 6 years younger than my mother and must’ve been a stunner in her day which is why, I suppose, I felt the way I did. She just oozed sex appeal but sadly was still a spinster.
After the 45minute drive we arrived, Mom knocked on the door and almost as if Chrissie had been waiting for us at the door, it opened immediately and she was standing there, loose fitting top, her fabulous tits and nipples pressing against the fabric making mini peaks. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. Her shorts, it was a warm summer’s day, had crept up into her bum revealing two gorgeous cheeks peeking out. Mom nudged me and brought me back to earth. In the living room I sat on the sofa, Mom next to me and Chrissie on the armchair. Without batting an eyelid and during the idle chat between them, Mom put her hand on my leg. I started slightly and glanced over at Chrissie who smiled slyly at me but quickly went back to chatting to Mom. Mom’s hand slowly rubbed my thigh but I quickly got up and said, “Shall I make us some tea?”
“That would be lovely,” said Mom. I went into the kitchen, relieved that I got some time to cool down. I got the cups out and while the kettle boiled I went back to the living room. Chrissie was now next to Mom on the sofa and kissing with all the sexuality of lesbian lovers. Their hands were exploring each other’s bodies, Mom’s hand under Chrissie’s top and fondling her tits. I said “Sorry,” and turned to leave but Chrissie said, “Come join us, please.”
“Yes,” said Mom, “between us.” She moved to one side, enough space for me to get between them. They must’ve been talking about me while I was in the kitchen.
Chrissie looked at me and said “I’ve seen how you look at my tits so here you go, have a good look and feel if you like.” She removed her loose top and her tits were staring at me, my eyes fairly popping out of my head. She turned towards me and Mom pushed my head onto them and as I’d done in my early years and after I got divorced, my mouth engulfed a tit, my tongue playing with the nipple and the occasional soft bite. I felt a hand on my cock then my trousers being unzipped and pulled off my legs. I broke off those fabulous tits, looked down and saw Mom take my cock into her mouth and begin to suck ever so slowly. I went back to Chrissie’s tits and I felt her lift her bum off the seat as she removed her shorts. I got my hand on her hairy pussy and her wet lips were aching for my mouth and I complied. I leaned down and began licking her pubic hairs, one hand on a tit and squeezing a nipple.