Aunt Sheen had booked one of the 6 independent villa suites from Saturday afternoon to Sunday afternoon. We were set to leave around 9 so we could have plenty of time to reach the resort. I walked out to the common parking lot of our house and smiled when I saw Dee and Aunt Sheen waiting for me.
It did not go below 10 C in winter where we lived yet it was remarkably chilly in the morning. I noticed Aunt Sheen had on her thick, black button-down Abaya with a Hijab covering her head. It was more like an overcoat and was not form-fitting but it outlined her large, round ass cheeks noticeably.
I looked at Dee and saw her wearing a pair of Jeans with a short, white-colored kurti on top with a black hoodie over it. She was wearing a matching blue-colored Hijab to cover hear head. Dee’s jeans were doing a good enough job of pushing out her firm, big booty and it jiggled seductively with her movements as she went about loading two small overnight bags into the trunk at the back.
“Good morning, sweetheart!” Aunt Sheen greeted me with a large smile as I walked to the car.
“Good morning, aunty! What’s up, Dee?” I greeted them back with a smile and stepped to put my overnight back pack into the trunk as well. Luckily, there was no one out at this time so no one saw us leave together. Although it wouldn’t have been a problem as I’d already told my folks I was going to take Dee and Aunt to her mother’s place which was in the next town, a good 3 hours’ drive from our city.
Carnal Car Ride
I drove while Dee sat on the seat to the side. Aunt Sheen sat alone in the backseat and I could look at her in the rear view mirror over the dashboard. We chatted excitedly about the weekend and joked about some of the fantasies that we all wanted to play out. It was amazing to see the otherwise strict Aunt Sheen talk so openly about sex and that too with her daughter and her nephew. I realized that the level of intimacy we three had shared by now had made things extremely comfortable between us.
Aunt Sheen and Dee treated me more like their real family, as Aunt Sheen always called me “son” and Dee loved calling me “daddy” especially when we were in bed or alone. Aunt Sheen and Dee had become completely comfortable with each other’s bodies too, thanks to the several lesbian and bisexual threesomes we had had together till now.
As we reached the outskirts of our city on the way out I noticed Aunt Sheen begin to remove her Hijab. She shook her hair loose and I looked to the side to see Dee was also removing her Hijab. I knew now that we were safely out of our city there was no risk of anyone recognizing us.
I drove with one eye on the road and kept in the rearview mirror. I watched Aunt Sheen chat casually while she unbuttoned her thick burqa before taking it off.
“Nice!” I smiled and commented when I saw that Aunt Sheen wore a long, loose, red skirt and a red hoodie with a zipper in the front. Dee turned around when she heard me comment suddenly.
“Wow, mom! You look hot!” Dee said and smiled wide.