Hat Trick Ch. 02
Matt's aunt comes to visit. 

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An Oedipus County Tale

This is a work of fantasy. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental, and the actions contained herein should not be duplicated. It's all pretend, folks. The build-up is even longer this time.

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It had been two weeks since I fucked Ashley, and I was still trying to get used to the idea.

Yeah, it was amazing. Hell, it was the best sex I'd ever had in my short life. Wildest, most uninhibited, most mind-blowing, too. It didn't hurt that Ashley was one of the most beautiful women I'd ever laid eyes upon, but whenever I'd let the idea swirl around in my head, it kept coming back to one inescapable, inexcusable fact:

Ashley is my sister.

I'm not the religious type, nor from Appalachia, but I am pretty sure you go straight to Hell for doing that sort of thing. More importantly, for wanting to do it again. And again. And again.

That first morning after doing the deed had proved less awkward than would have expected. Maybe it was because I woke up with my cock in her mouth, throbbing squirts of precum onto her tongue while she hollowed her cheeks and swallowed me deep. "Awkward" really isn't part of your vocabulary at a time like that. When she saw I was awake, she released me with a throaty giggle and then dragged her gorgeous body up across mine and we fucked again. Long and slow and sensual this time, with none of the frenzy and force of the previous night. What it lacked in physical intensity, it made up for on the emotional end. As my orgasm crested and I shot my load deep into Ashley's pussy, her body thrashing beneath me as her own climax took her, I realized I was falling in love with her.

Which is just crazy, for the reason previously mentioned. I mean, c'mon. Fuck your sister, sure, but fall in love with her? That's insane!

That was sarcasm, in case you missed it.

I had to leave for home that day, but we got in one more quick fuck between showering and getting lunch. Ash didn't make me wait in the lounge while she changed that time, and as soon as her bathrobe dropped to the floor and her nude body, freshly scrubbed, pink and clean, showed itself, I pounced. She let me, or maybe that was her design all along, because she had me fucking her doggy-style against the bureau. Each time I slammed home within her, she'd gasp out, "Fuck me, bro," to urge me on.

Lunch wasn't strained or awkward, either. Somehow, in public, we kind of slid back into the old sibling roles. If we sat a little closer together than usual, or touched one another more often than we used to, well, it wasn't all that strange, really. 'Course, I had no idea what her neighbors at the dorm might think of the situation -- it's not like we were all that quiet, and she did introduce me to a few of them as her brother.

Later, while I leaned against my car door preparing to leave, we had a long and searing kiss that seemed to go on for hours and left my knees a little wobbly. Ashley was flushed and breathing heavily when we broke apart as well, and she dropped a hand to my crotch before I slid into the car. "Take care of that for me, Matty," she said with a wicked grin. "Thanksgiving break, I'm going to give it a work out you won't believe." Then she kissed me again, more chastely this time, and said, "Careful driving, little brother."

In a swirl of perfume and salacious laughter she was gone. I had nothing but a three hour drive down the coast to look forward to, and a return to the modest home I now only shared with my Mom. I'd missed Ashley before, of course. When we were kids we'd never been all that close, but that changed when the cancer took Dad. We were a hell of a lot closer now. Too close. It could only get worse, I knew. Once you tasted the forbidden fruit, nothing else tasted quite as sweet.

I did have Thanksgiving break to look forward to, though. My mind went wild with the possibilities on the drive home. Halfway there, the guilt reared its ugly head. Incest. That's not something you just walk away from. And what would happen if Mom found out? She'd die. Then she'd kill both of us. Twice.

This was going to be the most illicit affair anyone had ever attempted. And without once discussing it between ourselves, Ash and I knew this was not an isolated incident. This was something that we would have to do for a while now. Maybe we'd never stop. Who could say? All I knew was that sex that good could not be given up, not for any reason. Even if, and maybe especially if, the reason not to do it in the first place made it all the more amazing in the end. Then I'd start to feel guilty again. Then I'd remember Ashley's lips on my cock, the pliant, plush feel of her breasts beneath my hands, the lust in her warm hazel eyes, and I'd spiral off into rationalizations once more.

Those two weeks passed in a kind of fog like that, as I wobbled between the two extremes. I wasn't getting enough sleep. I wasn't eating enough. My grades started to suffer. Worse, football started to suffer. Coach Zimmerman actually benched me during a game, then screamed at me in the locker room. Something about getting my head out of my ass and back into the game. He didn't really help. Nor did the occasional e-mails from Ash. Or the breathy messages she'd leave on my voice mail. Or getting a text message from her in the middle of study.

I was going crazy, and I couldn't tell anybody what was going on. Ash was so blase about the whole thing, I couldn't turn to her. Plus, with my cock doing most of the thinking anyway, I knew flipping out on her was the number one way to lose my special privileges, and I didn't want that. Not just yet. Mom knew something was up, but either she just assumed it was normal male teenage adolescent bullshit, or else she had her mind occupied with her own problems.

Mom had plenty to worry about, to be sure. Running the construction business she and Dad started, which kept me in football jerseys and Ashley at school, was no mean thing. When Dad was there to be the front man, Mom could be in the background and be the brains and raise us kids. Not that Dad wasn't capable, or Mom had no charisma, but sexism had never really left the construction business. Most people who hired skilled laborers expected a weather-beaten, broad shouldered man with a tool belt, not a statuesque blonde with a physique out of Playboy and a Masters from Berkeley. With Dad gone, Mom had to work not only her old job, but his as well, and that meant being a lot tougher, smarter, and personable than Dad had ever had to be.

That didn't leave her a lot of time to spend with Ash and I. We didn't resent it, though. We were old enough when Dad passed to understand, and eventually Mom confessed that she was working so hard partly to keep Dad's ghost at bay, and partly to keep alive the dream they had shared. We didn't mind, and we did our part, too. Ash was going for her own Masters in business, and I'd worked a few sites over the past couple summers. Poole Construction was something we all believed in, and if Mom kind of disappeared a little bit while she kept the business afloat, well, we could deal.

Not that the business was her only concern during those two weeks. She was also fretting about her sister coming to visit for a few days.

Mom is the oldest of the Jorgensen girls. Dawn is the youngest, and Jan was the middle child. The Jorgensen girls were never particularly close, as near as I was ever able to tell, and there was always a kind of sibling rivalry going on among them that even when I was a child I noticed. Didn't quite understand what it was, but I did know enough to recognize the signs of stress Mom would exhibit whenever the extended family got together. It had something to do with Jan being a high powered lawyer pulling down six figures, and Dawn being a successful artist, and Mom working construction. There was always that feeling that Mom had never done quite as well as the others did, even after Jan's husband left her and Dawn stared traipsing around the globe like a hippie.

That side of the family had kind of drifted apart over the last few years. The last time I saw any of them had been at Dad's funeral, and that was before high school. We'd get birthday cards and Christmas gifts, and Ashley even went to visit Aunt Dawn in New York once, but mostly we went our separate ways. Which I thought was okay with Mom, until the fiasco from last year happened. My cousin Bill, Jan's son, got married. None of us were invited. Again, big deal. But Mom was a little ticked off.

So then there was a year of silence and fury and resentment and hard feelings, the way only sisters can behave, until Aunt Jan extended an olive branch and things started to settle down. This was all stuff that Ashley had to explain to me, for the most part. It was a little below my radar until she pointed it all out to me.

The upshot of all this nonsense was that, to seal the peace, Aunt Jan was coming up to see her older sister, bury the hatchet, and spend some time with us. Apparently Bill and his bride would be busy with other things, but Mom made ominous sounds about us all getting together for the holidays again, just like old times. As if having just Mom around wouldn't complicate matters enough for Ash and I.

Then Aunt Jan arrived and all my nebulous plans and half-voiced fears went up in smoke.

I came home from football practice on a Friday afternoon, and was just dragging my duffel bag out of the trunk of my car when Mom's SUV pulled into the drive behind me and the two oldest Jorgensen girls spilled out of the truck, laughing and carrying on as if the last year hadn't happened. I paused and let the duffel bag slip out of my hands, watching Mom and Aunt Jan. I was reminded that Ashley's beauty ran in the family.

Mom made it to the other side of forty years ago, but you'd hardly know it to look at her. Tall and long-limbed, she keeps her blonde hair in a close cropped, slightly curled mane that frames high cheek bones, full lips, a proud nose, and bright blue eyes. There are crow's feet and laugh lines and a bit of sun damage, but those are the badges of a life well-lived. She is beautiful, but it's a mature beauty, honest and without pretense. She's kept in excellent shape, and though she isn't as trim as she was in her wedding pictures, she's got a lush, full, maternal frame. Generous breasts, broad hips, plush ass. That afternoon she wore a pair of tight jeans and loose blue workshirt over a white halter top that barely restrained her heavy tits.

Beside her, Aunt Jan fairly towered at just over six feet. She shared Mom's coloring and general features, the blonde hair and blue eyes, the hourglass figure and the natural beauty. Jan wore her hair long, tied back into a French braid, and the gold-rimmed glasses and business suit gave her a professional look, only slightly frazzled by the plane trip and reunion. Jan has an athletic build, sleek bodied and well muscled, with a bronze tan incongruous with her Nordic heritage. She possessed a kind of glow, an indefinable spark of energy that made her appear younger than she was, tantalizing and attractive.

I found myself wondering about tan lines. . . and mentally slapped myself. This was my mother and my aunt I was ogling. It was like fucking Ashley had unleashed some horrible, incestuous floodgates and I was incapable of looking at a relative without undressing her in my head.

"Hey baby," Mom said as she bounced up the driveway. "You remember your Aunt Jan, don't you?"

Jan approached with her arms open. "Oh my God, Matthew?" she said as she drew close. "You've grown so big!" As we embraced, I noticed that her heels actually made her a little taller than me. It made me slightly uncomfortable, almost as uncomfortable as the erection growing in my shorts. I broke the embrace as quickly as I could without offending Jan. She gave me an appraising look that made the hairs on the back of my neck rise, and turned to Mom. "This one is a heartbreaker. I bet you have to drive off the girls."

Mom laughed. "He gets his share, I'm sure." She looked at me shrewdly. "He's got his mind set on someone new at the moment, but he's keeping tightlipped about her."

I paled. Mom was far more observant than I assumed. "Well, I...um... can I get your luggage, Jan?" I stammered, hoping to change the subject.

Jan tittered. "I didn't think it was possible for him to get cuter. What's her name, Matthew?"

Mom tugged at Jan's arm. "Let the boy be, Jan." To me, she added, "If you would, Matty. Just throw her bags in the guest room." She guided Jan towards the house and I headed for the trunk of the SUV. As I rounded the back end, something made me look behind me, and I saw Mom and Jan on the porch, about to enter the house. While Mom unlocked the door, Jan looked over her shoulder at me, an odd light in her eyes. I ducked around the SUV and tried to think clean thoughts.

I carried Jan's bags in, then went back out for my own. While the women bustled about in the family room and kitchen, I took a long hot post-practice shower. My usual mental porno started playing in my head as I washed, and I gave my dick a few absent strokes while I thought of Ashley. About halfway through the show, my mind wandered into different territory, and I started thinking about how Jan's lips would taste, how her tits would feel in my hand, what she'd look like with my dick in her mouth, whether she swallowed or not, and... I forced myself to stop. This was sick and wrong. Not simply because Jan was family, but because I was already involved, more or less, with Ashley.

I stepped out of the shower unfulfilled, feeling confused and guilty. A migraine threatened to blossom between my eyes. My stomach growled, and I decided food would help. After dressing in a t-shirt and sweats, I went to the kitchen.

Mom and Jan had started making dinner. That wasn't necessary; I actually cooked most nights, but it was nice to see. There was lemon chicken in the oven, asparagus and rice on the stove, and Jan was throwing together a salad while Mom perused a photo album at the kitchen table. It turned out to be my cousin Bill's wedding album.

I poured myself a glass of milk and joined Mom at the table, at her urging, to take a look at the pictures. I couldn't hold back a wolf whistle when I saw the bride. My cousin lucked out big time. This Karen of his was a dynamite stone cold fox, with an amazing bust and supermodel looks. The bridesmaids weren't hard to look at either, even if their yellow gowns were a bit garish, the way bridesmaids dresses always are. The one Jan identified as Lena looked vaguely familiar, and I was about to say as much when a synapse fired and I realized I'd seen her in a porno once. I kept my mouth shut.

"We did want you all to be there," Jan explained while she diced tomatoes. "But it turned out to be a kind of spur of the moment kind of thing, when all is done and said. Karen isn't really... in touch with her family, for a variety of reasons, so Bill felt it wouldn't be fair to her to swell the ranks of the invited with the Jorgensen clan. They decided on a small ceremony, we used our house. They spent most of their money on the honeymoon. Crazy kids took off to Hawaii for two weeks."

"She's absolutely gorgeous," Mom said. "Where did you say they met?"

"It's kind of a funny story, actually. Karen and I took a class together and became friends, and then when she needed to cut some corners and move out of her place, I rented her a room. Nature kind of took its course, after that." Jan smiled wistfully. "The two of them were made for each other."

"I know that feeling," Mom said, her tone similar. I looked at her sharply, but her eyes were unfocused.

"I remember," Jan agreed. She joined us at the table, smoothing the back of her skirt as she sat down. She'd divested herself of her suit jacket, and the top few buttons of her pink blouse were unbuttoned, flashing a hint of cleavage. "You know, Matthew is the spitting image of Gregory at that age."

Mom's eyes fell on my, focusing sharply. "Hmmm," she said noncommittally. I'd been told before I looked like Dad, though not recently. I shifted uncomfortably under their scrutiny.

"So when do we meet the couple?" I asked, bringing everyone's attention back to the album.

"Christmas, I hope," Jan said. "They're both busy with school right now, but we want to have everyone down to our place for the holidays. I think we might even be able to convince Dawn to make an appearance."

Mom turned an album page. "Like old times."

Jan reached across the table and took Mom's hand. "No," she admitted. "Different. But maybe better." She paused. "In a year or two, the family may be bigger yet."

Mom looked up, laughing. "Oh? I can tell just looking at these pictures that Bill and Karen must be trying very hard to start a family of their own."

Jan laughed too. "Well, yes. But they can't do it the old fashioned way. Karen can't have children. She was... well, she was abused as a child." I heard Mom make sympathetic noises while an icy fist wrapped around my heart. "They're hoping to adopt," Jan continued, "but Bill's still in school, and I'm not sure they're ready, and..." Jan kept talking, but I tuned her out. My latent guilt flared to life, and what Ashley and I had done seemed more wrong than ever before. Incest is volatile stuff, the kind of thing that destroys lives and families.

Somehow I made it through dinner. I don't remember how much I ate or what we talked about, or even if I participated. But I do remember escaping to my room soon after the dishes were cleared. Mom and Jan broke out a bottle of wine and moved into the family room, chattering about everything and nothing. I'm not sure they noticed I was gone.

I saw my phone on my bureau, the flickering light denoting a message waiting for me. It was Ashley, her voice low and breathy. "Hey little brother. Missing you, missing what you do to me, how you make me feel. I'm so fucking wet right now, imagining you're inside me." She gasped. I imagined her touching herself, thinking of me. "I wish you were here. Can't wait for break. Love you."

Then she was done and I was really goddam hard and I didn't feel a shred of guilt.

The next day was a game day. Mom and Jan cheered from the stands. I managed to keep my head straight and played reasonably well. I didn't space out or fuck up too badly, at any rate. We won, too, 42 - 30. Somebody mentioned a party at Pete Braithwaite's. I'd already promised Mom that I'd be home for dinner, but there would be plenty of time to make it to Pete's later on in the evening.

It was dark when I got home, and the sisters were sitting in the living room waiting for me. Mom in dark slacks and a cream colored blouse, Janine in a pink turtleneck that hugged her curves very tightly, and an even tighter pair of jeans that accentuated her full, springy ass. "There's the athlete!" Jan said as I came through the front door. She bounced to her feet, flesh jiggling enticingly under her shirt, and enfolded me in quick hug. I returned it as best I could, my dufflebag dangling from on arm. Jan seemed to thrust her tits against my chest and press her crotch against mine. A feather light kiss brushed against my cheek, and then she stepped away.

Had I imagined it? The twinkle in her eye suggested otherwise.

"That was a great game," Jan said. I forced my eyes to focus on her face. "It's been a while since I saw a high school football game. Brings back memories." She looked slyly at Mom, still seated on the couch. "Remember Derek Gunnarsen?"

Mom colored slightly and looked away. Aunt Jan smirked. "I take that as a yes," she murmured, low enough that only I heard. Jan returned her attention to me. "Stephanie suggested Spoleto's for dinner," she said, changing the subject rather abruptly.

"Great," I said, looking between the two sisters. What had passed between them? "Isn't that place a little dressy, though?"

"I thought we'd try somewhere nice," Mom said.

"And now that I've seen you in your uniform, I'm dying to see those shoulders in a dress jacket," Jan said with an arched eyebrow.

Mom sighed. "Don't tease him, Jan. Give us about an hour to get ready and then we'll go, Matt."

I suppressed a groan. I'd already showered at the locker room and wasn't looking forward to waiting for the girls to make themselves up. I was pretty hungry, besides. "Sure, that's fine," I said instead. Maybe I could make a sandwich or something while I waited. Wished I could grab a beer too, but that could wait until Pete's party.

I retreated to my room and dug a sport coat and tie out. I was dressed in a handful of minutes, dragged a comb across my hair, and left for the kitchen. I heard showers running in Mom's room and the guest room, and tried not to think about nude, tanned, full breasted bodies streaming with soapy water. I adjusted my dick in my pants and hurried downstairs. I threw together a roast beef on rye and munched while I waited.

Within a half hour Mom came into the kitchen, wearing jeans, a flannel shirt, and an irritated expression. "A little underdressed for the restaurant," I started to say, but Mom cut me off with a curt gesture.

"I have to go down to the Elsinore site. Some kind of emergency, and they need me to straighten things out. Tell Jan when she's out of the shower, will you? I'll try to catch up with you guys at Spoleto's, but I can't promise anything."

I saw an opening and went for it. "We can't go without you, Mom. I can make something for us here, and have it ready when you get back."

Mom frowned. "You're not getting away that easily, young man. Do me the favor and look after your aunt, take her out, have a good time. I want her to leave here with a good impression. Okay?"

I sighed. "Okay, Mom."

"Thanks, babe." She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, thrust some money in my hand, and headed out the back door. I brought my dishes to the sink and stared through the kitchen window into the darkened backyard. I tried to think clean thoughts, really I did. But I was fighting a losing battle, and I knew it.

I think Jan knew it too. Shortly after Mom left, Jan entered the kitchen herself. My jaw dropped and my cock sprang to attention as soon as she appeared. Her hair was still damp from the shower, hanging in dark curls around her face. Bits of gold glinted at her ears and around her throat, and her artfully applied makeup blended almost effortlessly with her golden skin, save for the luscious, wet red of her lips. The neckline of her abbreviated black dress plunged daringly, exposing the upper slopes or her sweetly curving breasts, and the hem barely covered her muscular thighs. The heels she wore accentuated her tight calves and added to her already impressive, commanding height. The lack of bra and hose was clear, and I found myself wondering whether panties were optional as well.

"Matt? Matt? Hello? Earth to Matthew, can you hear me?" Jan flicked her fingers in front of my face and I came to.

"Sorry," I said, turning bright red.

Jan smiled. "It's okay. Nice to know I still have an affect on attractive young men."

I coughed. "I'm sure you could affect anything with a heartbeat." In fact, the ensemble was a little too risqué for a night out with one's sister and nephew. "Are you sure you're comfortable, um, like that?" I asked hesitantly.

Jan smiled. "Of course. I go out all the time with Billy and Karen like this. You aren't going to be embarrassed to be seen with me are you?"

I shook my head emphatically. Maybe they did things differently in California, I decided. If they did, that was okay with me.

"Up here," Jan chided. I turned even more red and tore my gaze from her impressive bosom to look her in the eye. I had to look up to do so, and realized that Jan was standing very close to me. She was smiling broadly, and there was that twinkle again. "So where's Steph?" she asked.

Mom. Right. I explained the situation. At first she was just as reluctant as I to go out without Mom, but I insisted that Mom had insisted, so eventually Jan acquiesced. She slid into a bulky black jacket that hid her from neck to the bottom of her dress and grabbed her purse. I took the keys, slipped on my own coat, and we took my car to Spoleto's.

Spoleto's is an upscale Italian eatery downtown, with an old world ambiance and an amazing menu. The lasagna is to die for. The family had been going there for years, but since dad's death the visits had grown more sporadic. The last time we ate there was after Ashley's graduation, I think. I said as much to Jan as we walked in to the joint, her arm linked through mine.

Mom had reserved a table for three in the back of the restaurant, and at first we pretended that our third was eventually going to show. We killed some breadsticks; Jan ordered a bottle of wine which she insisted I sample. Conversation was sporadic, as Jan had to occasionally recall my attention away from her breasts and back to the topic at hand. But she always did it gently, almost regretfully, and when we were each on our second glass of wine, she said, "Thirty-six-double-d."

"What?" I said, turning red again. The number must run in the family, I thought.

"Just to satisfy your curiosity. It's okay, Matt. I don't mind. In fact, I'd be insulted if you didn't sneak a look now and again. But do try not to stare. It's impolite."

I looked into Jan's crystal blue eyes and there was that twinkle again. Aw, fuck it, I decided. "Sorry, Aunt Jan. It's just that you're a stone cold fox. You've got an amazing body. Plus you're smart and funny and fun to be with."

"Why thank you, Matthew, that's very sweet of you." She smiled dazzlingly and I swear my heart skipped a beat. By then it was obvious that our third wasn't going to show, and we had to order. I had the lasagna, Jan went for the chicken parm. As the bottle of wine was depleted and the food was devoured, our conversation grew racier. Jan would laugh and touch my arm or shoulder or thigh, and her dress would shift and expose more of her golden flesh. All too soon dinner was over. Over Jan's protestations, I paid the bill with Mom's money and we left for home.

By accident or design, Jan left her coat open in the car, exposing the length of her gorgeous body. I had to concentrate to keep my eyes on the road. Pete's party was long forgotten.

We stumbled into the house, Jan talking about football and me trying not to ogle her legs. My sexy aunt shrugged out of her coat and slid onto the couch in the living room. She patted the cushion beside her and I had no choice but to obey.

"So who was that Derek guy?" I asked eventually.

Jan smirked. "I'm not sure I should tell you that one. Then again... Derek Gunnarsen was the star quarterback when your mother and I were in high school. Steph had a thing for him, but she was never the sort to go after something she wanted. But I was." Jan tittered. "I really shouldn't tell you this."

"Go on," I prompted.

Jan dropped a hand to my thigh and began to trace lazy circles with her forefinger. "Oh, all right," she said with a wink. "I tarted myself up and seduced the hell out of poor Derek, out from under his girlfriend, in fact, and dragged him back to our house. Your grandparents and your aunt Dawn were gone for the weekend, fortuitously enough, so I had no qualms about slipping out of my clothes and fucking his brains out in the middle of the living room."

Jan's hand movements had become more insistent and suggestive, slipping down along my inner thigh. I couldn't hide the erection tenting the front of my slacks and I didn't try.

"Steph came home from whatever the hell she'd been doing that night to find Derek and I going at it pretty hard in front of the fireplace. At first she was livid, but I managed to calm her down and pointed out that the man of her dreams was at that moment naked, hard as stone, and eager for a good hard fuck right there and then."

Jan's hand slid down across my crotch and caressed my throbbing cock under my pants. Was this really happening? For a second time?

I felt Jan's breath on my cheek, smelled the wine on her breath, the sharp vanilla of her perfume. "In seconds, Steph was stripping out of her clothes and crawling all over Derek. I watched them go at it for a while. I'd never seen people fucking before and it was fun to watch. When Steph was too far gone to object, I decided it was time to join in."

I looked Jan in the eyes and licked my lips.

"It was my first threesome. My first time with another woman. And with my sister, yet." Jan smiled. "Shocked? I know you're excited. What are you going to do, Matty?"

I did the only thing I could do. I kissed her. I touched my lips against hers, felt them part, and tasted her with my tongue. She replied in kind, darting her tongue out and into my mouth. We shifted on the couch, into the kiss, and my beautiful aunt pressed her lush body against mine. Her hands slid under my jacket and pushed it off my shoulders. She kissed my chin and cheeks and throat. With a lusty groan she loosened the tie around my throat and began to unbutton my shirt.

My own hands were not idle. I found Jan's magnificent tits and gave them a squeeze. They were full and firm and soft at once, and I had to see them. I slid my fingers into her dress and pushed the fabric away while cupping her breasts. Her hard nipples scraped against my palms. Jan moaned and thrust her tits against my hands. "You like them, Matty?" she said a little breathlessly.

I grinned and nodded. They were amazing. Huge, tanned, full, gravity defying, with silver dollar sized nipples, strawberry pink and hard as diamond. I dipped my head and gave them each a tentative kiss. Jan murmured something and ran her fingers through my hair. I buried my head between her magnificent globes and pressed my lips against her breastbone, reveling in the feel of warm, soft vanilla scented titflesh wrapping around my head. Then I pulled away and assaulted her nipples with teeth and tongue and lips, sucking and nipping, eliciting little gasps and shivers from my aunt.

But she was capable of multitasking as well. Somehow she divested me of my shirt, and then managed to get my undershirt up over my head and arms as well. Then her lips found mine again, as our upper bodies pressed flesh against flesh. Her huge tits almost flattened against my broad chest. Her tongue thrust halfway down my throat and I found myself being pushed backward across the couch. For a fraction of a second, I entertained the idea that this was all happening a little too fast, and then Jan spoke.

She looked me straight in the eye. "You ready to fuck me?"

Instinct took over, just as it had with my sister. I was going fuck this beautiful creature, matter the consequences. I grinned and lifted her up with my hips. She laughed. "I guess you are," she said. Her fingers found my belt and in moment my pants were pooling on the floor beside the couch. My rampant cock tented my boxers. Jan's eyes widened. "You're almost as big as..." she trailed off. Her cheeks flushed, which was intriguing. What could make my aunt Jan blush?

Her lips pressed against my collarbone, then trailed across my chest. I felt her tongue scrape across my nipple and then down my abdomen. Her palm pressed across my cock and I felt her fingers close around my girth. "Oh yes," she breathed, "quite a big boy."

I flexed under her hand and she looked up at me with a smirk. "Not a boy," I corrected.

"No indeed," she agreed. Jan tugged at the waistband of my shorts, revealing my hard and throbbing cock, weeping precum from the angry purple head. Jan chuckled throatily and ducked her head to kiss the juice away. I sucked in a breath. Jan proceeded to lick and kiss and nuzzle me. Her cheeks and lips pressed against the spongy tip of my cock, and I felt precum practically squirt from my rod. "Tasty," Jan said. She gave me a lascivious grin and then swallowed me whole.

I felt her mouth close in around me and the head of my cock nudge up against the back of her throat. Her tongue undulated against the underside of my cock. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking me hard. I felt fingertips caress my balls.

All the blood left my head and surged into my other head. Just before it did, I had a moment of clarity: I'd fucked my sister, and now I was about to fuck my aunt. This was beginning to be a habit. Then Jan slid her mouth off my dick, all but the head, and sucked in a deep breath through her nose. My exposed length glistened with a mixture of saliva and precoital fluids, and more dripped down from her lips to coat my cock. Jan's fingertips slid up across my balls and up along my flesh. Her fingernails grazed my sensitive skin as she traced the purple vein that throbbed along my entire length. My hips moved of their own volition, thrusting my cock past her lips and into her mouth. Jan didn't miss a beat, but allowed the move, swallowing me again. I felt her throat close around the sensitive head of my cock. I throbbed, hungrily, and an orgasm threatened to crest.

Jan sucked and swallowed and slurped, then loosed me again, taking several deep breaths through her nose. She opened her mouth, lashing the head of my cock with her tongue, and said, "S'okay if you want to cum, Matty. I want to taste you."

That did it. Even free of the sweet prison of her lips and mouth, those few words were enough to set me off. Before either of us were entirely aware of it, the semen surged up through my cock and sprayed across Jan's nose and cheek. She blinked and capped my erupting member with her lips. The next spurt splattered across her tongue. Her cheeks ballooned with my load and she quickly swallowed as the next one followed quickly on the last. And again. And again. She swallowed each one, looking up at me with humor and adoration, a trail of jism trailing across her cheeks, as my orgasm finally flagged.

She released me with one last tongue lash against my sensitive cockhead. Jan licked her lips and eyed my deflating member with an arched eyebrow. She scraped cum off her face and fed it to herself. "Sweet and salty," she purred.

"Sorry," I said. "I'll be ready again in a few minutes."

"I know you will." Jan dragged herself up my body. Her heavy breasts trailed across my cock and pressed into my abdomen. I felt steel return to my cock immediately. "See? I know all about what these do to a man." She cupped her tits with both hands and trapped my cock between them. I grew harder by the heartbeat as warm, pliant titflesh pressed against my cock. Slowly, Jan began to rub her tits against my prick, the action lubricated by the saliva and other fluids coating me, now smearing across her cleavage. As I grew harder, Jan began to titfuck me, slowly at first but with growing speed as her breasts bounced up and down my cock. In moments I was hard and raring to go again. Precum began to leak from my cockhead. When Jan noticed this, she smiled and gave my dick one last gentle squeeze between her tits.

She raised herself up as her still clothed pelvis pressed against my nudity. Her tits bobbed and she cupped them enticingly, giving a little flick to her nipples as she did.

Her skirt covered us both. Still, her heated, panty-clad pussy pressed against my iron hard dick. I thrust up against her, felt her nether lips nip at me through the cloth of her panties. Her turn to gasp. I grabbed her thighs to hold her in place and thrust upward again. Jan's breath escaped through her teeth.

"And I know what this does to women," I said arrogantly.

Jan looked down at me through lidded eyes. "Mmm. I'll bet you do." She gently disengaged herself from my grip and began to wiggle out of the dress, sliding it down those glorious legs, and revealing a nearly transparent black thong guarding her pussy. Through the diaphanous material I saw only bare flesh and enflamed lips, no sign of pubic hair. She was half-standing, trying to remove the dress, and I sat up. My hands went around her waist, almost meeting, and I grabbed the edge of her panties with my teeth. She giggled like a teenager as I pealed them off of her. The heady scent of her arousal filled nose as I tugged at the strap with my fingers.

Finally, Aunt Janine's sweet pussy was revealed to my gaze. Smooth tan skin, blood-engorged lips, and the weeping gash of her cunt, pink as a rose and twice as beautiful. I kissed her bare pubic mound and felt her shiver. Her hands fell on my shoulders. I teased the petals of that flower with my tongue and tasted her. Once I had that first taste, I wanted more. I plunged my tongue into her, teased and licked and kissed, nipping lightly with my teeth. Jan moaned and pressed her pussy into my face, opening herself up to me. I found her clit and lashed it with my tongue. Jan gasped. I felt her fluids stain my lips and chin. She shuddered.

"Okay," she said, "okay, that's enough. I'm going to fuck you now." She pushed my head away and slid down my chest. Her heavy tits bounced off my forehead and I captured a nipple for a quick suckle. She settled into my lap. Her weeping pussy pressed against my rampant rod. She nipped at me with her pussy lips and I flexed, bumping my cockhead against the hard nubbin of her clit. Her hips jumped and she gasped again.

Her fingers encircled my cock and guided it to her opening. I slid into her, she enveloped me in liquid heat. Slowly, she slid down my length. I could have waited, I suppose, but I didn't. I jammed my hips forward and buried myself to the hilt inside her. Her inner walls tightened around me, holding and caressing me as I drove myself forward.

"Fuck," Jan said, "that's deep." She gripped me hard inside. "You ready?"

I flexed insider her, eliciting a gasp. "You bet I am." I fucked into her, hard and fast and deep, and she rode me with the same pace, matching me thrust for thrust. Her tits dangled over me like ripe fruit, bouncing with each thrust. I raised my head and sucked a nipple between my tongue and teeth. Jan's hip movements quickened.

"Oh yes, baby, suck mommy's titties," she gasped out. "Just like that." I gripped Jan's hips and drove into her, deeper and harder. She braced her hands upon my shoulders and fucked me back with equal force. And I thought, sure; sister, aunt, why not mother? Fuck, just thinking about having my mother beneath me, writhing in ecstasy, made my cock buck and jump and throb deep within Aunt Jan.

I forced myself to think about football, but it was tough. Jan's inner muscles gripped me, slid around me, her juices washed over my prick and balls. Her tits filled my mouth, her scent my nose. She was a lot of woman for a man to take. Maybe too much. Even having cum so hard already, my cock was threatening to burst again. To stave off the impending explosion, I lifted Jan off of me. My cock bounced against my abdomen as she rose off of me. "New position," I grunted, and Jan grinned.

She slithered to the floor and scissored her legs open, wide and inviting. I dropped down upon her without hesitation and Jan squealed as my cock butted up against her pussy. I found the right angle almost immediately and with a groan I hammered home once again. Jan gasped and humped herself up against me. Her strong thighs wrapped around my waist and her calves pressed against my ass, urging me on. "Of fuck," Jan gasped. "That's it, Matty, that's it. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

So I did. I hammered into her again and again. She moaned and writhed beneath me, her hips hitching up against me with each of my thrusts. "Aunt Jan," I breathed. My cock throbbed inside her, a steady beat that mirrored the pounding of my heart. "Aunt Jan, why?"

She grinned up at me, blonde hair plastered to her sweaty forehead, her magnificent chest rising and falling as she gasped for air. "I like to fuck," she coughed out. "I've found a taste for younger men, too." Her head dropped back and her eyes rolled up as she gritted her teeth and her body stiffened and shuddered beneath me. "God. Oh God," she squeaked out as she climaxed beneath me.

"That's the spot," she gasped as she looked me in the eyes. "Only one other man has been able to find that spot before, Matty." Little tremors shook her plush frame as another climax began to crest. "Not surprising that you did it too." She started to smile again, but it turned into an almost rictus grin as she exploded again. Her pussy juice was drowning my cock as I pounded away at her.

"Why is that?" I managed to squeeze out. Not that I really cared, but the thread of the conversation was keeping me from blasting my second load of the night. Aunt Jan had come twice, and I was going for the hat trick.

"Oh, oh God," Jan moaned. There were tears of lust in her eyes. "Can you guess, Matty? Can you guess who I've been fucking for the last year and a half?"

I shook my head, my sweat dripping from my forehead and splashing on her prodigious chest. Her nipples scraped against my chest.

"Not even a guess?" she gasped. "A wild guess, for a woman who would fuck her own sister's son, her nephew?"

I shook my head again. "I don't --" Her inner muscles gripped me and I couldn't complete the thought.

"Your cousin, Matty. I've been fucking my son Bill." She paused, thrusting up at me. "And his wife!" With that, she came a third time, thrashing and moaning beneath me as her orgasm exploded within her. I came with her, my mind boggling with visions of Aunt Jan bending over for my nerdy cousin William and his pneumatic wife Karen. And I thought of Ashley, and my own mother, and I couldn't stop the inevitable flood. My cock lurched and spat its precious load into Jan's heated, liquid core. I throbbed and squirted splatter after splatter of hot white cum into her depths. Jan shivered and thrashed beneath me, jumping a little as each spurt of jism cascaded into her womb.

At last it was over, and we lay together in a sweaty, sticky heap upon the living room floor. Jan gripped me by the sides of my head and kissed me deeply.

"What the hell is going on here?!" My mother's voice split the air like a whip crack, shattering the post-coital reverie. I rolled off of Jan as if burned, trying ineffectually to cover my nudity. Jan was more phlegmatic. She simply stretched languorously on the floor, my cum leaking out of her pussy onto her golden thighs.

Mom stood by the front door, thunderstruck. Her cheeks were flushed and the rest of her skin was bone white. I should have expected her to come home at some point, but I'd let my hormones get away from me. And I hadn't noticed her come into the house.

Jan smiled up at Mom like the cat that ate the canary. "Took you long enough, Steph. I expected you home a while ago."

"You - you - you -" Mom stuttered, pointing an angry finger at her sister. That's when I noticed that the front door was closed. Which meant Mom had taken the time to shut it, even while Jan and I were humping our way across the floor. Just how long had she stood there? What had she seen? And why was my cock beginning to stiffen again?