“He still has a load or two if you want them,” Carol offered, before adding, “or you can come lick his first load off my face.”
“You’d better go clean up, you look like a cheap slut,” Mom said to her older sister.
“Cum is a great natural moisturizer,” Aunt Carol shrugged.
Mom turned to me and complained, “What’s wrong with you, I rub your cock at the restaurant and you fuck my sister?”
“I thought it was Aunt Carol doing that,” I finally spoke, still feeling like I was in the most twisted, trippiest version of Candid Camera ever.
“You don’t want to fuck Mommy?” she asked, with a pout.
“I-I-I wouldn’t ever say that!” I stammered, struggling even to form my words, but desperate not to miss this crazy opportunity.
“So you do want to fuck Mommy?” she asked sexily, her tone dripping sultrily, as she walked up to me.
“Well… yeah!” I answered, my confidence beginning to build as I came to grips that this was really happening.
“Tell me what you want, son,” she said, as she dropped in front of me.
“You’ll be tasting me,” Carol warned, reminding Mom I’d just fucked her older sister.
“It won’t be the first time,” Mom replied, shocking me yet again, as she unbuckled my belt. A belt I’d just done back up.
“True, but usually it’s because you’re between my legs,” Carol continued the stunning revelations.
“I don’t think my son needed to know about our lesbian incest trysts,” Mom said, as she unzipped my pants and pulled them down. “Or do you, my big boy?”
“You had me at lesbian incest tryst,” I joked, as my hard cock was about to be allowed out to play again.
She pulled my underwear down and gasped, “Fuck, it’s even bigger up close and personal.”
“You should feel it in your mouth or cunt,” Aunt Carol urged as if she were a sommelier and my tool was a bottle of vintage wine.
“I’m about to,” Mom said, stroking my raging hard-on. I was also super happy I’d already come once or I likely would have spent myself on her clothing already.
“Do you want Mommy to suck your cock?” she asked, looking so sweet and demure.
“Fuck, yes,” I answered, about to live almost every teenage boy’s dream.
“I want you to fuck me too,” she said, before adding, “you’re so much bigger than your father.”
“And he reloads almost instantly,” Carol added, as Mom took my cock in her mouth.
“Oh, God,” I groaned, the most impossible fantasy of all somehow becoming real as Mom began bobbing on my cock. When I reran this interlude with Mom in a future stroke session, I didn’t think I’d need any alternate endings.
“Do I taste good on your son’s cock?” Carol asked, as she walked over and dropped to her knees beside her sister, smoothing her hair.
Mom took my cock out of her mouth and smiled, “Not quite as strong as directly from the source.”
“Do you often get it directly from the source?” I asked, gaining more confidence now that I knew I was in control and not about to shoot before I wanted to.
“Very often,” Mom nodded, before adding, “We’ve been doing things since I was in high school.”
Carol explained, as Mom returned to sucking my cock, “There’s a clear hierarchy here, Wade. I’m on the top, then Tiffany, she’s a MILF hunting dominant by nature, and then there’s a continual power play between the rest of them… although Dana is the bottom feeder, even a complete submissive to her daughter.”