We were all startled as Carol’s phone rang.
“Be a dear and bring my phone to me, will you honey?” Aunt Carol requested, adding, “I’m not going anywhere until I remind my baby sister who’s in charge.”
“Sure,” I nodded, slipping out of my mother and going to get the phone. I grabbed it and returned it to her, noticing it was Uncle Jim.
To my surprise, she answered it while she was still grinding away on Mom. “Hi, honey.”
She winked at me as she continued talking, “I’m just sitting here helping give Heather a facial.”
I gasped.
“Yeah, I’m making sure she gets just the right moisturizer,” she continued, as she snapped her fingers and pointed first to my dick and then to her mouth.
“And how was golf?” she asked, as I moved back to the bed. “Did you get a hole in one?”
She chuckled, as she stroked my cock, which had been beginning to shrink, “When was the last time you got a hole in one at home?”
I heard a tinny little voice say, “Is that all you ever think about?”
“What can I say, I like a nice shaft and playing with a nice set of balls,” she continued, as she cupped my ball sac.
“The cab is here,” the little voice in the phone said, just as she took my cock in her mouth.
“See you soon,” she said, swirling her tongue around my cock. “I’m about to finish this facial and maybe get one myself.”
“Okay, bye,” he said and she hung up.
“Oblivious fuck,” she said, tossing the phone to the bed and resuming grinding her pussy on Mom’s face.
As she took my cock back in her mouth, her phone rang again.
“What is this, Grand Central fucking Station?” she cursed, as I reached back down for her phone.
I joked, as I handed her the phone, “It’s definitely a grand fucking station.”
She laughed as she asked, not politely, “What?” After a pause, as I tapped her lip with my cock, she asked, annoyed, “Are you serious?” She did one quick suck as she continued her conversation. “Yes, I do have some. Come up to my room.”
She tossed the phone on the bed again and really began grinding on Mom’s face as she said, frustrated, “My prudish daughter is on her way up.”
“She isn’t part of the lesbian playtime too?” I asked, disappointed.
“She is an eager cunt licker,” Auntie said, close to coming. “But she only eats fish, if you get my drift.”
“Oh,” I said, as I realized I needed to get dressed. “So she wouldn’t care for some sausage?”
“Only cock she takes is a strap-on,” she revealed, the visual in itself pretty hot, as she got off my Mom. “I can’t get off when I’m in a rush.”
Mom sat up, looking confused, her make-up all messed up. “You didn’t come?”
“Emily is on her way up to get some stuff for that time of month,” Carol explained, as she got dressed.
“Oh,” Mom said, getting off the bed too.
I said, “You may want to go to the washroom to freshen up.”
“Does my face look like I’ve just had a cunt on my face grinding and messing up my make-up?” Mom asked playfully.
I laughed, loving this shocking new Mom, “Yes, exactly so.”
I was watching television, Carol was redoing her make-up and Mom was indeed in the washroom when the knock came.