The Spider's Sticky Web
Mother/son incest.
This is another perverse incestuous story featuring a mother, an aunt, and a young son/nephew.

I like featuring wealthy controlling matriarchs in some of my incestuous tales. I am fascinated by this archetype of the devouring mother and her need to wrap her male cub up in endless cotton wool and comprehensively protect and dominate him.

The young male in this story fancies himself a player and in charge of the situation, but he is a mother's boy. He wants to be under her thumb and she won't let him exist anywhere else.

This may not be the ideal story for you, if these sorts of themes aren't your cup of tea. There are some domination and punishment themes in this one.

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INTRODUCTION - THE TWO BIRD FACED WOMEN

The two men sat back in their comfortable chairs, sipped their single malt scotch and gazed into the dying fire. The blaze before them sighed and spat as it slowly subsided into a pile of glowing coals. The darkened room was filled with the whispered words and the soft laughter of huddled figures. Young men with earnest faces, dressed in waiter's garb, moved silently about, carrying glasses of gleaming liquor on dull trays.

The two men sat back in their comfortable chairs, sipped their single malt scotch and gazed into the dying fire. The younger man studied the pile of ash and soot. He watched as a log in the blackened fireplace finally crumbled and collapsed into fiery coals amid a whirling shower of sparks and a plume of dark smoke. The logs destruction woke him from his moody dream. He leant forward in his seat, turned his head and peered at his father.

The older man continued to stare into the flame and embers. He occasionally lifted the glass to his lips and drank the liquid fire. His well lined face shone pale and ghost-like in the dying light. His eyes looked hard and dark. His hair looked silver. The younger man felt unreal as he regarded his father. He wondered at the strange and surreal events, which led them to this point. Then he grew certain and strong once more. He was a person of purpose and he knew what he wanted.

The older man became aware of his son's confidence and self-belief again. His brooding abruptly ended. He dragged his gaze up and out of the fire and peered at his son with critical eyes.

The younger man noted a rising feeling of awkwardness and dislike building between them. His father scrutinised him with those hard dark eyes - their relationship had always been characterised by awkwardness and mutual dislike. The younger man had never been able to quite get in touch with his aloof, stiff and formal father. The cool distance between them was never really breached. It was like an unscaleable wall at times.

"Is there any chance of mending things with her," the young man asked softly, knowing it was a hopeless situation.

"No Tim, I think not," the older man said firmly, not looking at his son.

"So, it is over then," Tim whispered, pleased.

"Yes, and I'm sure you're happy to hear that Tim. I know she is."

"Yes, I am happy dad," Tim said softly.

"Yes, I bet you are," Lawrie snapped, turning to stare at the fire again. "Now you can have my wife all to yourself, I suppose."

"I hope so father. It's what I want most."

"Yes, of course it is. It's unhealthy Tim, but I suppose that doesn't matter to you."

Tim's father fell into a stony silence and his jaw was hard. The awkwardness between them reached a peak. Then Tim's mobile phone rang again. The sound shocked Tim out of his dreamy reveries. Lawrie slowly shook his head, raised his glass and drank again.

"I really should get it this time," Tim said, picking up the phone and looking down at it. "It may be an emergency."

"Everything with her is an emergency," Lawrie said dismissively. "Your mother loves a good emergency. She loves drama. And of course the drama usually involves you."

The phone stopped ringing. A moment later a text message appeared with a beep. Tim looked at the text and then put the phone down.

"She wants me to call her back."

"Of course she does."

"I'll phone her later."

Lawrie nodded. He drained the last of his drink and set the empty glass down before him on the table. The older man raised his hand, caught a waiter's attention and signalled. The waiter nodded. Two more drinks would soon be on their way.

For a moment Tim wondered why he was sitting there in that worn leather bound chair, at the fireplace, with his father, in his father's dark gentleman's club - neither one of them was really speaking to the other and they were barely looking at each other either. It was yet another difficult and uncomfortable lunch, but there had been a few difficult and uncomfortable lunches lately. The breakdown of Lawrie's marriage and the impending divorce had momentarily thrown Lawrie and his son together. They made an unlikely pair. Deep tensions ran below the surface. They had a lot to talk about.

It was all so strange and yet so mundane and completely expected, Tim thought as he sipped his scotch before the fire.

His father had been caught sleeping with a beautiful young woman he had met in a bar. Tim's private investigator had quickly discovered Lawrie's infidelity. Tim had notified his mother straight away. Tim's father had been driven from the family home in the middle of the night, while his wife coldly assured him she was going to take him for every penny he had. Then the divorce proceedings had been commenced, while Tim's father moved into his city apartment, the beautiful young woman from the bar disappeared, and Lawrie's determined wife schemed and calculated in her dark home.

The fresh drinks arrived. The waiter set the glasses down on the table, turned and left.

Tim's mobile phone rang again. Tim instantly picked up the phone and studied it. His father Lawrie sighed, picked up his drink, gulped and then looked around.

"Just switch it off Tim," Lawrie muttered, turning his attention back to his son.

"I'll just put it on silent," Tim replied, still scrutinising the phone.

The phone stopped ringing. Tim put the phone back down on the table. A moment later a text message appeared. Tim grabbed for the phone again.

"How many times has your mother called you today?"

Tim grinned and scratched his head.

"A few times I guess."

"A few times, you guess," Lawrie said, raising his eyebrows. He shook his head. "She won't even leave you alone for five minutes, will she?"

"No, she won't even leave me alone for five minutes."

Tim smiled. He picked up his drink and sipped. He didn't meet his father's eyes for a moment. His father was clearly annoyed. He seemed bitter and jealous.

"I'm sorry dad. I didn't want to come here and get into an argument with you about this. I mean I do love you after all."

They sat there and drank silently. Lawrie sighed and considered his predicament. He felt tired and beaten. His anger seeped away.

"Look, don't apologise Tim," Lawrie muttered softly, "You didn't force me to sleep with that woman. I just felt... I hadn't been intimate... Let's just say your mother can be quite cruel Tim. She can be very cruel indeed."

Tim smiled. Lawrie sipped his drink and continued:

"I don't hold any ill-will towards you Tim. I would have hired a private investigator as well, if I were you and wanted what you wanted. I can understand why you went straight to your mother and dobbed me in. I guess you were rubbing your hands together with glee when your investigator got the dirt on me."

Tim smiled again. He noted the tone of weary sarcasm in his father's voice. Tim declined to comment.

"I guess we should talk about this Tim," Lawrie continued. "Are you really intending to sleep with your mother?"

"Yes, I'm in love with her. She's the woman of my dreams."

Lawrie chuckled, sipped his scotch and broke into a smile. He continued:

"That's my sick mommy's boy - just as perverted as I suspected. Your mother has a lot to answer for."

It's sort of grown on my mind and taken over, I have to admit."

"Yes I can imagine, but then again maybe I can't imagine. Well, anyway, she is the queen, the very essence of the domineering, controlling, devouring mother, so I'm sure she'll tear you apart in the worst way when you finally get her into bed. I'm sure you'll love that Tim - being pecked to pieces."

Tim grinned. He stared into the fire for a moment and then turned back to his father.

"So, do you think I have a chance?"

"Oh yes, I sure do," Lawrie said, "your mother is obsessed with you Tim and her sister is just as bad. I don't why they're so fixated on you, but obviously you should turn this to your advantage, if you are determined to follow through with your plans."

"Yes. I am determined father. I have my plans in place."

"You intend to..."

"Seduce both of them," Tim said, interrupting his father.

Lawrie laughed bitterly and shook his head slowly. He raised his glass.

"Well here's to you and to your utterly depraved plan," Lawrie announced.

The two men clinked their glasses together, drank and completed their bizarre toast.

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PART ONE - LET'S DO IT IN THE TOILET

I quickly ascended the narrow stairs, passed through the open door, and breathed a sigh of relief as I stepped out into the busy city street. I inhaled deeply. I was so pleased to have fled my cold contemptuous father and left his dark stuffy club behind me.

I saw an opportunity to pass through the noisy gridlocked traffic and safely cross the street. I took it, carefully dodging and weaving between the private sedans and yellow cabs. Irritated drivers glared at me and a few hit their horn.

I paused, once I reached the other side of the street. I searched my pocket, pulled out my mobile phone and considered my long list of missed phone calls. My mother had left eight phone messages for me and my Aunty Joan had left me five messages. I decided to call my mother first, knowing how frantic and worried she would be.

I managed to find a quiet location down a grubby side lane and phoned my mother. She picked up after only two rings.

"Is that you Tim darling," my mother asked anxiously, in her usual neurotic whine.

"For sure mommy," I answered. "What's up?"

"Are you okay honey, I was so worried Tim. God, I've been calling you all morning and you wouldn't pick up. Why didn't you pick up and answer your phone Tim? Didn't you realise I was trying to get in contact with you? I've been waiting by the phone all day for your call darling."

I smiled and looked down the street, as my mother continued talking and talking.

"And your Aunty Joan has been trying to get you as well. Are you okay? Where are you? When are you coming home? Do you need a lift? Tim? Tim, why aren't you saying anything? Answer me?"

"Mom, I'm in the city today - remember," I began, before being cut off.

"No, I don't remember and I don't approve. Oh God, I get so worried about you Tim. I don't want to let you out of the house some days."

"I know beautiful and I don't want to go out either when you're around," I whispered into the phone, "but I'm okay. I just had lunch with dad again."

My mother paused. She stopped speaking for a moment. Then she continued again as if I hadn't mentioned my dad at all. That familiar tone of complaint and concern filled my ears again. I slowly closed my eyes and my body tingled as she questioned and lectured me non-stop.

"Well, how are you going to get home darling? Remember, your birthday party is tonight. Oh God, why did you even go out today? I told you not to go out, but you just do whatever you want without considering me at all. You really need to..."

"It's okay beautiful," I whispered, breaking in. "I drove in today. I am going to get my car and come home."

"Oh God, make sure you drive safely and wear your seat belt. And, yes darling, come straight home please. I would just die if anything happened to you."

I grinned and looked around.

"Don't worry mother. I'll be home soon, I promise."

My mother broke into a long soft whine.

"Look, I'm going to go beautiful," I continued. "I have to call Aunty Joan and let her know I'm okay."

"Oh, okay honey. Just hurry home, please Tim - don't ever do this again."

"Okay mommy, I promise. Bye for now."

"Okay Tim. I'll see you soon."

I hung up and then started walking in the direction of my car. I rang my aunt as I picked up speed and then started jogging across another busy city street. I received a few more horn blasts from annoyed drivers. The traffic was horrendous.

"Tim, is that you darling," my aunt asked, a second after the phone began to ring.

"Yes, it sure is Aunty Joan," I replied, breaking into another smile.

I stepped onto the sidewalk, turned right, then left and then entered the parking station, where my car was waiting for me.

"You shouldn't do this to your mother and I Tim honey," my aunt complained, adopting the same plaintive tone as my mother. "Are you okay? Are you in trouble darling? Do you have your car? Do you need me to drive there and pick you up?"

"I'm okay beautiful," I said, "I have my car. I was just having lunch with my father in the city."

My aunty was silent. I could sense her disdain as I mentioned my father. I took the opportunity to continue talking before she broke in and started scolding him for his behaviour.

"Are you looking forward to my birthday party tonight Joan?"

"Of course my love," my aunt enthused, apparently diverted from any thoughts of my father. "I can't believe you're nearly 22 darling boy - I can't believe you're a man now Tim."

"I am a man, beautiful," I whispered, breaking into a smile.

"Oh yes, indeed you are Tim and what a man you are."

I reached my car. I pulled my key out of my pocket. I unlocked and opened the door as we talked.

"Are you going to dance with me tonight Aunty Joan?"

My aunt broke into soft laughter.

"Of course Tim," she said. There was a flirtatious tone in her voice. "I'm saving all my dances for you."

"And all mine are for you beautiful," I whispered, sitting back in my seat and starting the car.

"I think your mother is going to want a few as well darling."

"Uh huh," I said as I turned my head, checked my mirrors and then slowly reversed out of my parking spot, "and how about a birthday kiss or two, as well beautiful?"

My Aunty Joan burst into delighted laughter. I joined her and we giggled lightly as I cruised down the ramp, around to my left and then passed slowly out of the parking station and into the traffic.

"You're such a shocking flirt Tim," my aunt declared.

"Sure I am beautiful, I'm always a flirt when you're around, but am I going to get a kiss from you or not?"

Aunty Joan burst into fresh laughter and then she spoke:

"Well, you never know kiddo, you never know. For the time being you better get your butt home, so your mother and I can stop worrying about you for five minutes."

"Will do beautiful - I'll see you later this evening for my birthday bash."

"Okay darling. Bye for now."

"Bye."

It took me over an hour to drive home. The excessive city traffic held me back by nearly 20 extra minutes, and then the drive on the freeway east had been slow and testing as well. I finally passed through the front gate, and then rumbled up the drive with a sense of relief spreading through me. I parked next to my mother's car and climbed out of my own. I expected to see my beautiful little mother come tearing out of the house upon hearing me arrive. I wasn't disappointed.

I watched the front door open and then I saw my mother Helen come running towards me. I slowly ran my eyes up and down her sweet little body and I broke into a grin as she came across the front lawn. She was a short tanned woman with long fine glossy dark hair, dark eyes and a full red mouth. She really was beautiful.

I took a step and then another step and then I ran towards her. She reached me. I picked her up in my arms as she collided with my body. I felt her warm breath on my face as I closed my eyes and held her tight against me. We turned and turned and turned in the driveway together.

I set Helen down on her feet and she held me so tight, refusing to let me go. I gently ran my hands up and down her back. I kissed her head softly. I closed my eyes slowly and sighed. My dick was rock hard. My mother finally broke our embrace. She seemed to tear herself away from me.

"C'mon Tim - you need to start getting ready for your birthday party. We need to have a quick talk though before you do. I think we have a big problem."

My mother took my hand in hers and led me inside the house. She closed the front door behind me.

"C'mon honey, I want to talk to you in my bedroom," Helen whispered, inviting me to follow her upstairs.

I followed my mother down the hall and then up the broad curling staircase towards the second floor and the bedrooms. My eyes were glued to her body as she carefully took each stair, her delicate hand slipping up the banister as she went, her hips turning deliciously from side to side as she ascended in heel toe fashion in her stiletto shoes.

I was so tempted to just reach out and unzip her shimmering swishing silver dress as she reached the top of the stairs and turned right. I could imagine just reaching out, taking that zipper in my hand and slowly pulling it down, while she gasped and looked at me with a shocked expression on her beautiful face.

She reached her bedroom and allowed me to step past her inside. She closed the door behind us and turned to me. I tried to keep my eyes above the line of her chest. It was a difficult feat to accomplish as her dress was tight, sleeveless and had a plunging neckline.

"Honey, I'm going to have to impose some more ground rules with you," my mother said, stepping forward and looking up into my eyes.

"Okay."

"Today was really hard for me and your Aunty Joan as well," she continued, "neither of us knew where you were and you didn't call me all day. Honey, I can't take care of you and protect you when I don't know exactly where you are. Do you understand darling?"

"Yes, I understand mommy," I whispered, aware that my cock was feeling uncomfortable and awkward in my pants. "I promise I'll do better next time mother."

"I know you say that now honey," she continued, starting to adopt her favoured whining voice. "I need you to listen to me and do what I say. I just. I just want you to do everything I tell you to do. Not just some things, but everything I tell you to do Tim."

She stepped in closer. Her eyes peered into mine and then they dropped to my lips. She reached out and tentatively placed her hand on my arm. She squeezed my bicep softly.

"I know you're almost 22 years old darling," she continued, "but you're living with me under my roof and there are rules. I know there are a lot of rules, but they are good rules, designed to keep you safe."

"I know mommy," I said, taking her in my arms.

"I just don't want you to do anything without my approval Tim. And I don't want you to go out and leave me alone here all by myself."

"I understand mommy," I said, inviting her to press her body against mine. She did and I closed my eyes and sighed.

"I just don't want you running around in a big place like the city son, doing something you shouldn't be doing and hurting yourself. I'm grounding you honey. You're not allowed out. You know if I could I would ground you permanently Tim, so you were never ever out of my sight, but I don't think you would accept that, would you honey?"

I ran my fingers through her hair. I then leant in and softly kissed her cheek as she gazed up at me. She was quietly waiting.

"Well, I might be prepared to do that mother," I whispered, stroking her face, as she watched me.

"But, we would need to have some sort of arrangement in place, right darling?"
I nodded solemnly.

"Yes, I think so Helen," I said.

My mother reached out and ran her fingers through my hair. She caressed my cheek with her thumb and scrutinised my eyes.

"Are you ready then Tim?"

"I am mother," I replied softly, dropping my eyes and then my head. I tried to stop myself from grinning and succeeded.

"Good boy. You know this has to be done. You know this hurts me more than it hurts you."

"I do Helen."

Helen sat down on the end of her bed. She waited for me. I approached her, stood before her and undid my pants carefully while she watched me. I unzipped myself and pulled my pants down.

I stood up. Her nostrils flared. She inhaled deeply. She waited. I slowly pulled my underwear down in front of her and my cock sprang out. My mother's eyes momentarily dropped and she looked at my dick.

"Okay Tim, c'mon," Helen whispered, patting her knee.

I climbed onto the end of mom's bed and stretched out over her lap. I slowly lay down, so my large hard cock lay against her thigh and my behind was exposed to her hand.

"Try not to mess up my dress this time darling," my mother whispered, stroking my buttocks softly.

"I can't promise that mother," I softly returned. "I'll do my best though."

"Very well Tim."

A moment later Helen's hand began rising and falling. The sound of her palm striking my behind was sharp and the sound of my hisses and whimpers in response were deep and masculine.

"God, I love you Helen," I muttered at her as her smacks grew harder, and then even harder still.

'And I love you too Tim," she whispered, before striking me again.

*******

It was later. The twilight had come and gone. Dinner had been eaten and the music drifted across the property. It mingled with the perfume, the soft conversations and the clink of glasses.

I carefully and with courtesy, made my apologies to a couple of my close friends, turned on the spot and went in search of my beautiful Aunty Joan. I could see that a small tight knot of old school friends wanted me to join them out on the back patio, but I avoided them, promising faithfully to return soon with more drinks.

I vanished from sight. I took the winding narrow stairs down into the back garden, hoping to find my aunt there. I saw Joan from above as I slowly descended. She was sitting at a small white wrought iron table with her husband, my Uncle Peter. She held a glass of wine in her hand. She looked divine amidst the rose bushes, the lavender and the blossoms.

It was already dark, but the winding path had been lined by long strings of lights, with tiny golden bulbs, softly bursting with a magical glow for the whole length of the turning staircase and then down into the eerie grotto below. I walked the flower strewn path, my head lowered to avoid scratching my scalp on the overhead canopy, stepping down and down towards the garden below.

"Tim," my aunt said softly, as I emerged from the staircase and touched down on the garden.

I smiled at Joan as I approached. My aunt grinned up at me as I reached her. She truly did look divine as I suspected. Her long dark hair was pinned up, exposing her slender neck and tanned shoulders. She was wearing a short tight red dress, red high heels and dazzling jewellery. She looked sexy. I couldn't stop looking at her.

'Hello Tim," my Uncle Peter said, momentarily distracting me.

"Hi Uncle Peter," I replied, shaking his hand, while looking briefly in his direction, "do you mind if I dance with your wife?"

My aunt broke into laughter. She offered me her hand and I took it. She stood up, drank more wine and set the glass down on the table.

"No, I don't mind at all," my uncle said, breaking into a self-conscious grin.

My aunt looked at her husband and smiled. She stroked his hair. My aunt turned back to me.

"C'mon honey, I promised you a dance or two tonight."

"Yeah, you did Aunty Joan," I said, leading her into the centre of the garden.

I stepped towards Joan. I put my arms around her with a smile. She laughed at me. I felt awkward, but deliriously happy. I had been looking forward to dancing with Joan all day.

"I think I might leave you two lovebirds to it," my Uncle Peter said, getting up from his chair and heading for the stairs.

"Thanks Uncle Peter."

"Yes indeed - thank you," my aunt whispered, looking up at me, "I'll talk to you later Peter."

I held Joan against my body and I felt her arms embrace me. She sighed softly and we began to turn together in the garden, moving slowly to the melody, wafting down towards us, on the warm night breeze.

"So did you get in trouble for leaving your mother all alone today? Did she put you over her knee again and give you a good spanking?"

I broke into laughter. I gazed down at my aunt's beautiful lively eyes.

"You could say that."

"I bet you just loved that Tim."

"Well, I'm not complaining, I am having trouble sitting down, mind you," I said, while my aunt grinned at me. "Maybe one of these days you could do it to me Joan."

"That would be fun, wouldn't it?"

We laughed together and stared at each other lips. We held each other tight. I caressed her slowly.

"What," I asked, noticing my aunt's smile.

"Well, I'm just curious Tim," she said. "Are you going to try to hit on your mother, now that your dad's out of the way?"

"I'm trying to hit on you Aunty Joan," I whispered into her ear, running my hands over her body.

Joan laughed.

"Well sure honey, you don't make any secret about that. But are you going to try and sleep with your mother? I know you want to, now you've gotten rid of your father."

"You know sometimes, I don't feel like I have any other option," I said softly, stroking Joan's cheek. "I mean she holds me so tight and she manages everything I do so much. I sometimes feel she doesn't want me to do anything, but climb into bed with her. I mean I feel like she's slowly directing me there to her bedroom and just refusing to approve of anything else I want to do."

"Hmmm, yes that actually sounds believable to me Tim."

"It sounds unbelievable to me," I whispered, kissing Joan's head.

'C'mon admit it. You want to be with her."

I paused. I was silent.

"Yes, I do Aunty Joan," I finally said. "I really do."

"You know your mother's waiting for you," my Aunty Joan whispered in my ear. 'I think she wants to have a dance with you Tim."

I smiled at my aunt and my eyes must have lit up because she laughed at me. She fussed over me. She smoothed my hair with her hand. She kissed my cheek softly and looked up at me. She stood up on her toes and whispered again:

"Here's your big chance Tim. You're the man of the house, now that your father has been shown the door."

I felt a fresh surge of confidence. I took my beautiful aunt Joan in my arms and drew her in closer. She quickly looked from side to side. She broke into a grin and her eyes lit up.

'If only I was getting a divorce," Aunty Joan said softly, gazing up into my eyes, "you would be on my radar - nephew or not."

"Yeah," I asked softly, gently pulling her closer until her body was glued against me. 'What would you do to me Aunty Joan?"

"Oh, I think you know, you flirt," Aunty Joan whispered.

"I can imagine, but tell me in detail anyway."

"You're so blunt, aren't you Tim, and so self-assured."

"I just know what I want Aunty Joan," I whispered, running my fingers through her long dark glossy hair and stroking her tanned face.

I slowly advanced. My lips were a few inches from hers. Then a moment later they were just a couple of inches from hers, and then just an inch away.

I ran my hands up and down my aunt's spine. I softly stroked the back of her neck. My mother's sister was breathing hard. Her eyes dropped to my mouth and then rose towards my eyes again and again. She pressed her lips together. She turned her head slightly, preparing herself for a kiss

"Tell me. What would you do to me?"

'You're the blunt crude one Tim. You tell me."

I leant in and placed my lips against Joan's ear. I cradled her head. I spoke softly. She turned her head gently and kept an eye out for her husband. She turned back. She slowly broke into a wide grin and closed her eyes as I spoke to her.

"I want you to worship my cock Aunty Joan. I don't want you to just suck it. I want you to treat it like the most important thing in the world to you."

Aunty Joan broke into soft laughter and her beautiful facial features exploded into a blush. She slapped my chest softly.

"Typical man - always wanting his cock kissed."

'You don't object though," I asked, smiling slowly.

Aunty Joan laughed again. She whispered: "No, of course not Tim."

I grinned. I felt pleased. I was growing hornier by the moment. I pressed my large erection against my Aunty Joan's body. She surely must have felt the point digging into her belly.

"Would you worship it for hours Aunty Joan? Would you let me cum on you?"

"Oh my God Tim," she said, adopting an exasperated, but playful tone of voice.

"Tell me Aunty Joan."

She huffed. She laughed softly.

"Tell me Aunty Joan."

"Yes Tim. Yes, of course I would," she earnestly said. "I would do whatever you wanted Tim. I would do whatever made you happy."

I stopped whispering right into her ear. I cupped her face in my hands. I wanted to kiss her and she wanted to kiss me.

"Here, give me your hand Tim. Let's go around the corner, where it's dark."

My aunt took my hand and she quickly led me into the darkness. Her high heels clicked and scrapped. We followed a narrow stone path amongst my mother's flower beds and shrubs.

I gently pushed my aunt up against the side of the house, when we were well out of sight and earshot of all our guests. I ran my hand along her soft brown jaw. My aunt looked up at me and scanned my eyes with a desperate expression on her face.

"Oh God Tim," she hissed, as I leant in.

She let out a soft whine of pleasure and shock as our lips met. Our eyes closed and we were pasted to each other. I held this exquisite little woman to me, as if she were my own beautiful possession. I kissed her deep, gently prying her jaw open, so I could penetrate her open mouth with my tongue.

I was so tempted to undo and unzip my pants, take my cock out. I tried to imagine her reaction as I attempted to get her pants undone and down. I was tempted to try. Would she let me? I began to fumble with my belt buckle.

My Aunty Joan must have read my mind. She broke the kiss. She looked down at my crotch. I was in the process of undressing and getting my cock ready.

"No Tim, no," she hissed, reaching out and pushing my hands away.

"C'mon, Aunty Joan," I whispered, trying to bring her back under my control. "I'm so horny."

"No honey. We can't go any further. I'm really drunk, but not that drunk."

"But I thought you wanted me," I whispered in her ear. "I'm on your radar, remember?"

"You would only be on my radar, if I was divorced Tim. And honey I was just flirting with you anyway. I didn't really mean what I said."

I took her back in my arms. She felt so good against me. I kissed her cheek softly and then I kissed her head. Aunty Joan sighed. She put her arms around me and closed her eyes.

I felt like I was gaining the upper hand again. I stroked my aunt and made no further attempt to undo my pants. Our lips were drawing in closer again as we whispered at each other. She was smiling gently and our eyes were locked in together.

"I want to get inside you so badly Aunty Joan."

"I know you do honey. You're so horny."

"C'mon, let me get inside you Aunty Joan," I said softly, kissing my aunt's ear carefully.

"You're dangerous Tim. It would be so easy for a girl to just give into you."

"Yeah, it's so easy for me Aunty Joan. Girls give into me all the time."

"Yeah, I bet they do. I'm sure you get all the blowjobs you want Tim."

I grinned and nodded. I leant in swiftly. My lips collided softly with my aunts. She let out a screech of surprise as I lunged at her and moulded my mouth to hers. For a moment she struggled in my arms, trying to get free. She softly beat her palms against my chest and she wriggled.

I refused to let her go. She only tried to withdraw for a moment. I overwhelmed her. She was my beautiful little woman. In the end she was kissing me back deeply and sliding her tongue against mine. I felt ready to escalate again. I was so horny. I tried reaching down and undoing my pants again.

Joan broke the kiss. She slapped my hands away. She backed up, her wide eyes dropping to my crotch. She looked flushed and was growing annoyed with me.

"God Tim - you never give up!"

"No, never ever Aunty Joan - I never give up. I'm going to nail you sooner or later."

Joan smiled, but she turned to go.

"Go and dance with your mommy Tim," my aunt declared bluntly, over her shoulder, as she began walking away "I'm sure she's still waiting for you and she's the one you really want."

"Sooner or later Aunty Joan," I said with a smile, my eyes running up and down her curves as she strode along the path in her heels.

I could see her grinning as she turned the corner. She must have heard me, but she didn't even pause. I had a chance, I was sure of it.

I stood there for a moment and composed myself. I smiled confidently. I was going to dance with my mother and do absolutely everything in my power to make her mine tonight. I thought I had a good chance of making my dreams come true.

I had made a fatal error of judgement with Aunty Joan and she had quite rightly turned me down. I shook my head sadly at my own lack of patience and skill. I shouldn't have just undone my pants so quickly and given my aunt cause to reject me. I had to carefully seduce Aunty Joan into bed, not just try and screw her outside, around the side of the house. She was right to reject me.

I was determined though - I was going to penetrate one of them tonight, both if I was lucky. My mother and my Aunty Joan were definitely on my radar.

My mother Helen was out in the back of the property with a small group of guests. She was sitting at our long outdoor table, on our wide porch, drinking a glass of wine, and talking with the neighbours, when I arrived. I noticed Joan was also at the table with her husband - my uncle Peter and her two children. Joan looked at me briefly, smiled and then returned to listening to her dull husband.

"Where have you been," my mother asked, watching me climb the flight of stairs towards the patio.

"I've been about - talking with Aunty Joan. I've come to dance with you mom," I said with a wide grin, reaching the top of the stairs and approaching her.

There was a sudden silence as our guests stopped talking at once and turned their attention to Helen and I. My aunty Joan watched with mirth and drained her glass.

"Oh my God Tim," my mother said with a grin, "that was ages ago. You shouldn't have stood me up for your aunt, should you?"

'Looks like you missed your chance Tim," Aunty Joan stated, grinning.

I ignored Joan's tone of triumph. There was a ripple of soft laughter from the table. Then there was suddenly more silence.

I looked at my mother Helen and I bit my lip. I wanted her so badly and I was sure everybody at the table knew that. I was just aching for her. My mother was a short woman like her sister - a real gorgeous little female with that long glossy dark hair, tanned skin and sweet curves. She had beautiful little hands and feet. Helen had the most playful sparkling eyes. She was a little brown pixie - so cute.

"Oh, c'mon mom," I invited softly, "come and dance with me."

A few people cleared their throats and everybody waited. There was more laughter. My mom was surely playing with me. She wouldn't refuse me. It was after all my birthday.

My father was gone. My parent's marriage was nearly over. I was still there, in that house with her, after years of patiently waiting, planning and scheming, ready to take my father's place at last. Surely, my mother knew that. Surely everybody knew that, even though nobody spoke of it openly, except my aunt.

I got a sense people were going to turn a blind eye tonight. I got a sense people were going to ignore the obvious and suspend their judgement. People were just going to have a few drinks and just look the other way, as I quietly made a claim on my mother.

I know it was morally wrong, according to most people, but I did sense that an unspoken consensus had been reached amongst the guests - they were going to allow me to give it a shot tonight: could I replace my dad or not, could I win my mother's love or not?

My mother and Joan wouldn't look at each for the longest time, but then Helen looked in her sister's direction. They briefly locked eyes for a moment. I watched, quickly calculating. My aunt turned away first. I stood there waiting for an answer for a long time. I refused to go anywhere.

"Mom," I asked again.

"Of course Tim," my mother finally said, "I'll have a birthday dance with you."

"Helen," Joan interrupted.

My mother didn't acknowledge the interruption. She stood up, swaying slightly from too much wine. She laughed softly. She approached me with her arms out.

"Come here honey," my mother said, "come into mommy's arms."

There was some more gentle laughter from the table, but nobody said anything. I smiled warmly.

My Aunty Joan stood up with a scraping of chair legs on tiles, turned and deserted the patio without a further word. Her husband and children sat there uncomfortably. I again solemnly promised myself that I was going to penetrate my beautiful aunt tonight, if it was the last thing I did. She wasn't going to refuse me a second time, particularly not now.

The music played gently in the background. The patio glowed golden from the strings of lights, their bulbs bursting with a soft aura. The dark night lurked at the edges. A soft warm breeze caressed the skin and caused the black trees to stir.

My mother was waiting right there for me. I controlled myself. I refused to blow this incredible opportunity. Surely, fate had decreed that this would be my night.

"C'mon Tim - come here, don't dawdle. Mommy's waiting."

She looked up at me and grinned as I arrived on the spot. There was an awkward moment of laughter as I took her in my arms and she took me in hers.

"Here, put your hands here Tim," Helen whispered quickly, fussing, placing my hands where she wanted them, "no, not like that Tim. Yes, okay fine. Okay. Okay."

I grinned down at her. There was more awkward laughter. I pulled her in close. The laughter ended abruptly. We looked at each other for a long silent moment.

"I'm sorry Tim," Helen said softly. "I'm just a complete micromanager."

"Please don't be sorry mom," I whispered, "I love that about you."

Helen smiled up at me and her beautiful brown eyes lit up. I desperately wanted to kiss her soft red lips, but I kept my cool.

"Wow, it completely pissed your father off," she said. "He thought I was a complete control freak."

"Well, who cares what he thinks."

"Yes, you're right Tim. He really does think I'm trying to run your whole life for you though."

I reached out and softly stroked my mother's hair. I smoothed it away from out of her eyes. I smiled at her. I ran my other hand slowly down her spine. She instantly stopped talking. She quickly looked at my mouth and I looked down at hers for a long moment.

"You know maybe he is right Tim," she admitted softly, tracing a finger over my chest, as we turned in the night.

"No, he's not right mommy."

"I just can't seem to stop myself. I'm constantly thinking about you Tim. I'm constantly worried about you. You need to know that Tim. I don't think I can change that."

I sighed softly. I closed my eyes. She felt so good in my arms.
"It's one of the things I love about you mommy," I whispered.

"I don't think I could ever let you leave me Tim. I don't think I could ever let you get married to someone else. It would be too hard on me."

"Shoosh mom," I whispered, caressing her chin with my thumb and index finger.

"Okay Tim," she whispered back. "Just please understand."

"I'll never leave you mommy. I'm yours forever."

I felt calm and confident as I cast my spell. I wanted to know where the boundaries lay and how far I could push them. The slow jazz played on and Helen and I slowly turned in each other's arms, before a dwindling audience. My mother exhaled hard. A moment later she lay her head on my shoulder. I felt like I was holding my other half close to me. My mother felt so good and so right in my arms. I cradled my mother's head. I stroked and played with her neck. I leant in and kissed her soft scalp.

Mom looked up at me again with a surprised expression on her face. I was all ready to kiss her mouth, but again I held back. I leant in and kissed both of her cheeks.

"Oh my Tim," she said as I pressed my lips softly against her neck. "Wait honey."

'What is it mom," I asked, gazing down.

"You really are trying to seduce me, aren't you?"

"Damned right I am Helen," I softly asserted.

My mother gasped and her beautiful eyes grew wide. Her jaw dropped. For a moment I thought she was going to tear herself out of my grasp and vanish inside the house.

"But I'm your mother Tim."

"I know."

'But darling, I'm your mother," she repeated breathlessly, her eyes still constantly dropping to consider my lips.

"Yes Helen. I know, but I don't care."

"Oh my God," she whispered, "what will everyone think?"

"I don't care what people think. I only care what you think. I'm here. I'm here for you. "

She continued slow dancing in my arms. For a moment she didn't look at me. I leant in and softly kissed my mother's forehead, then her temple, then her ear and then her neck. I caressed her with my warm hands. I peppered her beautiful features with kisses. I was losing control. I wanted to kiss my mother's lips.

"Oh my goodness Tim," she whispered. "Wait, wait, stop, stop son."

I dragged myself away from her. She stared up at me, red faced. She was breathing hard. Her hair was a mess.

"Tim, this isn't a good idea."

"I want to kiss your lips mom. I've been wanting to for years."

"But I'm your mother Tim."

I pulled Helen close. Her eyes dropped and rose, dropped and rose. I had to take what I wanted and damn the consequences. I leant in. She struggled softly in my arms.

'But I'm your mother Tim," she squawked, before I softly sealed her open mouth with my lips.

I felt her body resist, but then a moment later she just seemed to melt. I took full advantage. I went right after her. I didn't care which of our guests were still sitting there at the table watching us.

We kissed deeply and passionately out there on the patio. I pushed my tongue between her lips. I jammed my hard cock in her navel and rubbed myself against her. I grabbed at her body. I was losing control again. I was coming on far too strong and far too fast, like I had with Aunty Joan.

"Wait, wait, stop, stop," my mother hissed, breaking the kiss, planting her hands on my chest and shoving me back.

"I want to fuck you so badly mom," I stated, pushing her hands away. "Please let me fuck you."

Helen gasped and slapped my face hard. I let her go and took a step back. My head was ringing.

"You're just trying to take advantage of me Tim."

"C'mon, please, please, please mommy. I need you."

"You sound like a desperate kid. You sound like your father, whimpering and whining for it."

"I'm sorry Helen. Please, don't reject me. I need you. I love you."

"No, leave me alone. I thought I wanted this, but I don't know now."

My mother turned and deserted me. She click clacked her way across the patio in her heels and disappeared inside the house.

********

It was later and I was stalking Aunty Joan. I was standing there when she came out of the toilet. I was standing right there at the door when she emerged, swaying slightly from too much drink and looking to wash her hands at the bathroom sink.

"What are you doing here Tim," Joan muttered, her face growing even more flushed. "Trying to get into my pants again?"

I closed the bathroom door.

"Why did you do that for?"

"Why do you think?"

"You know your Uncle Peter's in the next room?"

"Yep I do."

"And you're hitting on me as a result. You're an asshole Tim."

"I sure am Aunty Joan."

My aunt laughed softly and closed her eyes. She let me get in behind her. I put my arms around her waist and pressed my body up against hers.

"Let's do it in the toilet Aunty Joan," I whispered right into her ear. "Let's have a quickie."

Joan continued to laugh.

"And what about my husband sitting a few feet away in the next room Tim - hmmm," my aunt whispered back.

"He won't even know you're gone beautiful," I said, running my hands slowly up and down Joan's body, "he's drunk."

"You're my nephew honey."

"Yeah, but it's my birthday."

"What about your mommy? Can't she take care of you on your big day?"

I grinned. I wasn't going to give up. I had plied Joan with drinks. I had flirted with her and now I was going to fuck her in the toilet. I brushed her ear softly with my lips and nose. I kissed the nape of her neck.

"You shouldn't do that Tim," Joan warned gently. "That drives me crazy."

"I know - that's why I'm doing it."

"Stirrer - you better stop or I'll call my husband. He'll give you a beating you'll never forget."

"C'mon, I want to give it to you hard and fast Aunty Joan. Let's do it in the toilet."

"You're so crude Tim."

I slowly turned and Joan followed my lead. We were facing each other. I cupped my aunt's face in the palm of my hands. I gently lifted her face towards mine. She looked up at me passively. Her beautiful features burned. Her eyes smouldered and her lips were parted.

"No Tim," Joan whispered, her eyes dropping again and again to my soft mouth and rising to meet my eyes. "Let me go. I'm not going to screw my sister's kid in the toilet."

I leant in. My lips were an inch from hers. Joan gently pushed me away.

"C'mon Joan, let me kiss you."

"Oh my God Tim," Joan hissed. "You're half my age."

I leant in again. Our lips met. I ran a hand down my aunt's spine. My arm closed in around her waist. My other hand ran through her long hair. We kissed deeply. Our lips slipped. We kissed noisily for a moment.

Aunty Joan broke it with a soft whine. I grinned at her. She stared up at me, helplessly. Her brown eyes shone strangely. I leant in, my hand caressing her face and kissed her again. I could feel her just melting against me. I took her in both arms. It was another long noisy kiss.

"Tim, no honey, c'mon, let me go," Joan whispered, breaking the kiss again.

"C'mon Aunty Joan - let's do it in the toilet."

"Tim, I...," Joan said before I sealed her mouth with my own once more.

There was no holding back and no reservations this time. The two of us devoured each other in the bathroom, while my birthday party continued on the other side of the door. I broke the kiss, took her shoulders in my hands, turned her around to face the open toilet door and began to march the beautiful 42 year old woman into the toilet.

"You never give up, do you Tim," my aunt hissed. "No wonder you've had so many women."

"I never ever give up. I'm having you next Aunty Joan."

"Oh Jesus Christ Tim," Joan said, her voice rising into a thin shriek as we entered the toilet, and I closed the toilet door behind us and locked it.

Our lips rolled and smacked. Our tongues fought and slipped together.

I quickly pulled unzipped my aunt's dress, while she raced to undo one shirt button after another with her slender fluttering fingers. She threw the shirt to the floor and ran her warm hands over my muscular chest.

I finished unzipping and unsnapping Joan. I dropped to my knees and dragged the soft material off her hips. Down and off.

"Oh my God," Joan hissed, as I unsnapped her bra and pulled it free.

She rushed to catch up. She stripped me of my pants, my socks and my shoes.

"C'mon, let me get at your underwear kid."

"Let me get at yours."

Aunty Joan pulled my undies down. My big hard cock bounced into view. I snatched her wet underwear off. I squeezed her breasts and rubbed her dark tips with my thumbs.

"Oh my, kiddo."

"Like it Joan," I asked.

"Hell yes. Let me just give you a quick blowjob honey," Joan suggested breathlessly, backing away, her eyes on my dick, "then we can go back to the party."

"Sure, get on your knees Aunty Joan and I'll give it to you."

My aunt laughed and slowly dropped to the floor before me.

She looked up at me for a moment, with a wicked grin spread across her face. I stepped in towards her and aimed the tip of my cock at her lips.

"Jesus. The damned things dripping," Joan whispered.

I watched her drop her head and I felt her soft tongue flick out and trace a warm wet circle over the tip of my cock.

"Yum," she said softly, having no doubt captured the clear welling fluid from my cock.

She took the bottom of the shaft in between her thumb and index finger. She then licked and ate the blunt knob like it was an open banana. I sighed and closed my eyes with satisfaction. The sensation tingled down my spine and legs and along my sensitive cock.

"Good girl Aunty Joan," I said, placing my hand on the back of her moving head. "Worship it."

Joan giggled and then sighed contentedly. I looked down and watched her smeared turning lips and swirling tongue slip up, around and down the underside of the shaft, and then back up over and around and around the oozing knob.

She took her mouth off the point and pumped my cock in her soft tiny hand. She groaned softly and I realised this beautiful older family member of mine really was feeling sexually frustrated and neglected. I was going to give her all the cock she could handle and I would savour her gratitude.

"Suck it. Worship it."

"God, I haven't done this in ages Tim."

"You like it Aunty Joan?"

"I love it Tim, honey."

Joan set her mouth against the tip and sank down slowly. I relaxed and warded off the desire to cum in her warm mouth as her snug lips slipped smoothly over the knob and then I felt and watched the inches of fiery hot shaft start to disappear.

I loved getting head and this really was a triumphant moment. I stared at the toilet wall and groaned softly.

Then my aunt's head began to swing back and forth. Something unusual emerged in her. She began to attack my dick, driving in fast, hard and deep, and dragging and slurping back, her glossy brown head twisting, and turning. Soon her blowjob made my legs tremble.

I pulled her off my cock. I lifted her to her feet. She backed away from me with a strange look in her eyes.

'You want more Tim? I thought I was just blowing you?"

I stalked her. I flexed my cock as I went. I backed my manic looking red faced aunt into the toilet wall. There was nowhere to go.

"Then again, maybe not," Joan rushed out in a shriek. "Oh my God, are you're really going to nail me right here in the toilet with that, are you Tim?"

I reached out and took hold of Joan's leg. I lifted it and exposed her pussy. She looked up at my face and down at my cock frantically. I was adjusting myself. I was rubbing the head of my cock against her cunt.

"What, not even a condom Tim?"

I bent my knees slightly. I held her in one hand and held my cock in the other.

"Oh my God Tim - my husband's just in the next room. Wait Tim! Oh my God Tim! I'm not so sure Tim! Oh my gawd Tim!"

I slowly impaled Joan with a long soft stroke. I just kept penetrating her, driving inch after inch of big hard cock inside her snug hot body until I couldn't push anymore in.

"Awww Jesus Tim," she whispered.

"Do you like it Aunty Joan?"

"Yes, of course stupid."

I grinned at the wall and then down at her triumphantly. She looked up at me with a wide smile on her flushed face. I gently pulled her into my arms. She lay her head against my chest and hyperventilated against me.

I just loved the feeling. I was finally inside my aunty Joan. I was really horny and she felt so good. I held Joan possessively and penetrated her deeply, slowly and softly.

"You're really enjoying this, aren't you? Got me right where you want me, don't you?"

"For sure," I replied, sighing, breathing deep. "I told you I was going to nail you sooner or later Aunty Joan."

She groaned softly and closed her eyes for a moment. I had increased the pace and force of my movements. I stared down at her. Her jaw slowly dropped. She closed her eyes and held me tight.

"Your mother and I are so sexually frustrated and in need of a good orgasm," my aunt whispered, and then she groaned again, "we're both going to use you to get laid."

"And to cum," I said, my jaw dropping with pleasure a moment later

"Awwww, yes honey and to cum."

I grabbed my aunt around the waist. She leapt from the floor and scrambled up my body, climbing me. She wrapped her legs around me. I put her back up against the wall.

"C'mon Tim - you got me drunk and dragged me in here to fuck me, so do it already."

I thrust hard and deep, just like my aunt told me to. Our mouths collided in an open wet kiss.

Then of all things there was a sharp knock on the toilet door. I refused to stop fucking Joan, even though she glared at me.

"Joan, are you in there honey?"

It was my Uncle Peter, Joan's husband. I motioned for my aunt to say something to him. She motioned for me to stop thrusting my cock deep inside her. I wasn't prepared to do that. She continued to rise and crash down in my arms, her beautiful soft body accepting and devouring my big length on each descent.

"Joan, are you in there," my Uncle asked softly.

"Yes I am Peter," Joan finally said breathlessly, her eyes closed. "What do you want?"

"I think it's time to go home. The kids are all tired and complaining."

"Yes, okay," Joan said, her voice shrill and strangled, as she bounced up and down on my cock.

"Joan?"

"Yes, okay. I'll be out soon. Just give me five more minutes Peter, for God sakes, please."

"Joan, are you okay in there?"

"Jesus Christ Peter," my Aunty Joan began to shriek unnaturally. "Just give me five more minutes of peace. I'm almost done."

"Very well then."

My aunt reached orgasm as my uncle presumably turned and left the bathroom. Joan buried her mouth in my shoulder, but she still couldn't silence the long whines of pleasure or hide the sounds of her trembling body as she struck the toilet wall with her legs.

And I couldn't take it anymore. Incestuous sex was just as supercharged as I thought it was. I thrust, clutching my aunt's beautiful body. She felt so good. I made no attempt to silence myself. I didn't care if my Uncle Peter heard me or not. I didn't care if he knew I was inside his gorgeous wife.

"Awww, I'm cumming Aunty Joan," I announced loudly, "oh God, Aunty Joan!"

"Quiet Tim, you idiot," my aunt hissed and then she sealed my mouth with her own to silence me.

I shook hard. My cock was so bloated and long. I was buried deep in my aunt's tender honey pot of a pussy. I really let her have it.

"Jesus Christ Tim," she muttered softly, breaking the kiss and closing her eyes tight. The power of my orgasm caused her red face to tremble, her eyelids to flutter and her features to flinch hard as I drove my erupting cock into her and delivered those hot shots of semen.

"God, I love you Aunty Joan!"

"I'm sure you do right now, but what about later? What about your mother? Aren't you really in love with her and her only?"

"I love you both. I'm going to love you both five minutes from now and thirty years from now."

Aunty Joan laughed.

"We'll see Tim. We'll see. I just think you're a sex maniac."

*******

PART TWO - I'M GONNA HAVE YOU IN THE HOT TUB

It was the next morning and I was feeling nauseous and embarrassed.

I was more than a bit nervous, when I finally approached my mother after the way I had behaved, while dancing with her at my birthday party.

She was eating breakfast in her sitting room. The pale sun was streaming in softly through the lace curtains. She was picking at her crispy ham and poached egg with her fork and she was dressed in her favourite filmy robe. Her fine dark hair was tied back in a long pony tail. She looked beautiful as usual.

She looked up at me as I stood at the open door silently. She smiled at me.

"C'mon, don't just stand there darling. Come in, sit down and keep me company."

"I thought you would be annoyed with me mommy," I said softly, stepping inside, drawing a chair out and sitting down opposite her.

"Oh just forget it Tim. It was your birthday and you had too much to drink. I gave you a good slap, if I remember rightly. I was a bit tipsy myself."

I sat down and looked at her. I still felt nervous and self-conscious, even though she had made an effort to put me at ease.

"Tim, you're not the only man, who has ever tried to hit on me," Helen said, putting her gold horn rimmed reading glasses on and picking up her newspaper. "I usually slap a guy on the first try."

"What about on the second try?"

My mother grinned. She continued to thumb through her paper.

"You're a flirt kid."

I smiled. We sat together silently for a moment. I reached out with my fingers, ready to swipe the remaining piece of ham left on my mother's plate. She noticed me creeping forward and slapped my hand hard.

"Ow," I whined, snapping back my arm and rubbing my hand softly.

"Flirting with me won't get you everything my darling."

"What would it get me," I asked.

Helen broke into soft laughter. I sat there at the table, gazing at her, with what must have been an adoring puppy dog expression on my face.

"Oh, I think you can guess, if you try hard enough. I'm sure you think about it all the time."

"I do think about it all the time. I don't think about anything else."

"I know - you're pathetic Tim," my mother said with a smile.

"I know mommy," I said blushing and grinning. I was waiting for more.

"You like it when I put you down, don't you."

"I don't mind at all," I said, still grinning. "I do like it."

My mother smiled. The two of us sized each other up.

"That's unusual," Helen said, looking down at her paper again, "but it suits me if it suits you Tim. I like sticking pins in pathetic men."

"And I enjoy it when you stick them in me mommy."

Helen laughed. She shook her head softly.

"Are you sure about that? I can be quite mean."

"I like it Helen."

'You're more of a mouse than a man Tim. Just like your father."

"Don't bet on it Helen," I said, still grinning, pleased.

My mother carefully folded her newspaper up and set it down in front of her. She took off her reading glasses and held them in her hands. She looked across at me.

"You're not going to give up on this, are you son?"

My heart was pounding in my chest, but I was determined to keep at it. I just had to try and try and try.

"No Helen," I said softly. "I don't think I can."

"So, you think you can have me, now that your father is out of the picture?"

"Yes, that's what I'm hoping for mommy."

Helen picked up her fork, punctured the ham I had tried to steal from her and ate it quietly. She set the fork back down on her plate.

"And you're hoping to sleep with me son?"

I grinned. She waited. I didn't contradict her. She looked down at her breakfast plate for a moment. She then looked up at me again, a slight smile playing on her face.

"I see. Well, what are you going to do about it then," she asked. "I mean what's your big plan to woo me Tim? You have to have some sort of plan, if you want to share my bed with me."
I gasped. A moment later I regained my sense of balance and with a pounding heart said:

"We should have a drink together this evening mother."

Helen considered the idea for a moment. She looked at me thoughtfully. She picked up her fork, stabbed a piece of yolk and ate it carefully. I paused with bated breath, while she kept me waiting.

"Sure darling. That sounds like a good idea. We can discuss your strange fixation on me over champagne tonight."

I grinned.

"And we can discuss how I'm going to get you into bed mother."

Helen broke into laughter again.

"We'll see, but for now, go away kid," she continued, "I want to finish my breakfast in peace, without you mooning over me and generally getting in the way."

"Sure mommy."

It was later. It was hours later.

There was definitely magic in the air, I thought, as I picked up two glasses, pulled a bottle of champagne from an ice bucket in the kitchen and walked towards the back of the house. I stepped out onto the patio and found my mother waiting there for me at the railing, looking out into the west, as the sun dropped slowly towards the horizon line.

I stopped and stood there on the patio, some eight feet behind her. I was silent and she was unaware of me.

The soft breeze gently ruffled and played with her long dark hair as she stared out towards the wine coloured sea, while the surrounding light slowly died in the sky. She was dressed beautifully in a short provocative black dress and heels.

For a moment, I wondered whether I had the skill and the smarts I needed to seduce my exquisite mother into bed. I stood there and considered all the options I had and all the differing approaches I could take and I was frankly confused - how was I ever going to achieve my dream?

I cleared my throat and Helen turned away from the sea and faced me. She looked at me quietly and thoughtfully. I broke into a self-conscious smile, held up the bottle of champagne and the two glasses. She smiled back.

"Pour me a glass Tim," my mother said, approaching.

I carried everything to the patio table and carefully set it all down. I picked up the icy cold bottle of champagne in one hand and slowly twisted the top with my other hand. The cork exploded into the open air with a pop and a smoking river of bubbles ran down the sides of the gleaming bottle.

My mother laughed softly. She picked up our two glasses and I carefully poured the alcohol in each. I put the bottle down and took a glass from her.

"Cheers beautiful," I softly said, raising my glass and toasting her.

"Why, thank you handsome," she returned with a smile.

"It's an appropriate name mommy. You do look beautiful tonight."

My mother smiled and then she lifted the glass to her lips and sipped.

I suddenly realised I didn't know what to say next. I didn't want to be awkward. I didn't want to choose a poor topic of conversation. I wanted to talk about her. I wanted to talk about us. I wanted to set the right mood for her.

I reached out for Helen's hand. She took it without speaking and I led her back to the patio railing. We stood there, peering out into the looming dark and listening to the soft crash of the surf. A moment later I turned back to her. I was tongue tied and red faced. She looked up at me and considered me.

"Tim, are we on a date together," Helen asked, breaking the silence.

"Yes, I think so mommy," I replied.

"It feels that way, doesn't it?"

"Yes, it sure does."

Helen turned back to look out at the sea again. She sipped her drink. I watched her silently.

"Would you like to dance with me mom?"

She smiled and turned to me. I had evidently said the right thing.

"Of course Tim - that sounds like a good idea. I won't even slap you in the face - unless you want me to?"

I laughed and grinned. She offered me her glass of champagne and I took it.

"Put on something nice and slow, son," she said and then she smacked my behind hard with her hand.

I gasped and looked back at her with a broad smile. She watched me quietly.

I walked back towards the house, setting the two glasses down on the patio table as I went. I stepped inside the lounge room, dropped down to my knees before the stereo and chose the music. It was slow and intimate, just like Helen wanted. I pressed the button and the sound began to drift from the speakers and spread out across the patio.

I emerged from the house. She was waiting for me.

I approached Helen. I stood before her, carefully took her hand in mine and put my other arm around her waist. She held my shoulder. We looked at each other, feeling awkward. Our laughter helped.

"Did you enjoy your birthday party darling?"

"I did mommy," I whispered down at her, "thank you so much for organising it for me."

"You're welcome Tim. I love doing things for you."

"And I love it when you do Helen. I love doing things for you as well."

"I know I'm a difficult person to live with Tim." Helen whispered up at me. "I'm so clingy and smothering, aren't I, and I have so many rules for you to follow."

"I love that about you mom. I love all your funny never ending rules."

"Your father thought I was over-mothering you. He thought I was devouring you, wrapping you up in cotton wool and never allowing you to be your own independent person. He was always trying to get in between us."

"I don't care what he thinks mommy."

"I know what you need Tim," Helen whispered. "I'm the only one who can take care of you darling. I am the only one who can protect you."

He could never keep me away from you, ever."

"Yes Tim. He could never get in between us, no matter what he tried to do. He was an outsider."

I slowly caressed my mother's cheek with my thumb and smiled down at her. She carefully let go of my hand, turned more front on and put both her arms around my waist. I sighed softly and closed my eyes. She pressed her body gently against mine. My cock stirred and grew thicker as Helen came into contact with it.

"Yes, that's so true mother," I said. "I'm just glad he's finally gone, so he won't interfere and we can be together. I'm so glad you told me you suspected him of adultery, mommy. Then you gave me the idea to pay that young woman to seduce him and then have a private investigator film him cheating on you."

"Yes indeed," my mother said, on her toes, whispering into my ear and stroking my shoulders.

"You're going to take your revenge mommy," I whispered, my desire for her burning hot.

"Yes, I will my darling," Helen whispered solemnly, stroking my face and pressing herself up against me even harder, "I certainly will. I'm going to punish daddy."

We were silent. We turned slowly to the soft music. My mother Helen was like a dark witch, casting her dreamy spell across everything in my life. I tried to consider my delicious plight, though my mother's body, her evocative perfume and the champagne caused my mind to lose its place and my concentration to constantly falter.

I know it sounded silly and confusing, but I couldn't find a more adequate way of explaining it to myself - I felt Helen had constructed me. It seemed so strange - my beautiful and domineering mother had put me together piece by piece to suit herself.

Most people would have baulked and won their independence and freedom. Most people would have extricated themselves from my mother's intricate web. They would have cut away the gluey bonds that held them there and then crawled slowly towards the surface, seeking the light, and the fresh air above. I, however, loved and adored my mother, so I had no interest in separating myself from her sticky grasp. I was caught, delighted in her web.

I remembered what I tried to explain to my Aunty Joan, as we danced together on the night of my birthday party. I really only had one way to go. I really felt as though my mother had only given me one approved way forward. It felt as though every other way was barred to me by her avalanche of rules and regulations. The way forward would lead me into a sexual relationship with Helen. It was a way forward I was aching to take.

"Hey, do you want to take a dip in the hot tub mommy," I asked, my lips touching her ear.

"Sure darling, but is it set up and all ready to go," my mother answered.

"Yes, it is all ready to go. In fact it's going right now."

"Oh, how sneaky you are Tim," my mother said with a grin. "Are you going to try and take advantage of me in the tub, are you?"

"Who can say - maybe, mother."

We laughed. My eyes dropped to Helen's cleavage for a moment. I stared down at the tops of her tanned breasts. She stood there, silently, smiling softly, allowing me to leer at her.

"Like what you see Tim?"

"God, yes mother."

"I'm sure you wouldn't mind a better look, would you."

"Absolutely," I whispered. "I want to see everything mommy."

"C'mon then, let's go have a dip in the tub son. You better grab the champagne on the way."

I stepped back and took Helen's hand in mine. We walked past the table. I picked up the two glasses and the bottle of champagne.

We descended step by step, laughing and smiling as we went. At the bottom of the stairs we turned right and then followed the path formed by the wooden deck. We took two more steps down and saw the bubbling tub come into view in the distance. I laughed and picked up the pace. My mother laughed softly.

"Horny kid," Helen whispered.

Then we were there.

I took my beautiful mother in my arms. My face was inches from hers. I smiled down at her. I reached out and softly stroked her hair. I gently kissed her scalp.

"Oh Tim honey," mom whispered, her dark eyes settling on my lips again and again. "Will you ever give up?"

"No mommy, never - I'm never going to give up," I softly told my mother.

Helen face was flushed and she was grinning. The champagne made her head spin. She took her eyes off my mouth for a moment and looked down into the unearthly glow of the hot tub at her feet.

"C'mon mom, my darling," I whispered into Helen's ear. "Come and join me in the tub."

She bit her lip. She smiled and refused to look at me for a moment. She needed more convincing.

"Oh God honey," my mother whined softly, seemingly in two minds. "I don't know."

"Come on mommy," I whispered in her ear, "We're out here all alone. There's no one to bother us, no one to see us."

"Oh son - I really shouldn't."

"It's just a soak in the tub and a glass or two of champagne mom."

Helen laughed softly. She beamed up at me, despite herself.

"Yes Tim and then you'll get me to take my top off. And then your hand will be in my pants. And then you'll kiss me and its game over."

"Oh no, no, no, darling," I whispered, stroking her back with my fingers.

She smiled at me. She bit her lip.

"It's just a drink mommy. It's just one drink and a soak in the tub before bed."

My mother looked back down at the tub. She looked back up at me. She nodded.

"Okay Tim honey," Helen said softly, "I'll have another drink with you."

"Good girl."

"Turn around while I get undressed," Helen whispered.

I looked away and quickly undressed. I could hear my mother unzipping herself. I took off all my clothes. My mother turned and looked at me. She gasped as my underwear came off. She was wearing her bra and panties.

I stepped down into the bubbling fiery water, turned and reached up for my mother. She took my hand in hers. Helen noticed me running my eyes over her beautiful body as she carefully descended into the churning water. A strange blue glow caressed her skin as she slowly sank below the waterline.

She settled down, stretched her legs out and lay back. She sighed and closed her eyes. I grabbed the bottle of champagne and poured the smoking exploding alcohol into two tall flutes. I offered a sizzling overflowing drink to my mother. She sat up and took the glass in her fingertips.

"Thanks honey," she whispered, smiling.

"You're welcome, beautiful."

My mother sipped as I settled in besides her. My legs were touching hers. I was sitting so close to her. Helen touched her lips with the tip of her tongue. Then she drank again.

For a moment neither of us said anything. The water churned softly. Seabirds shrieked in the night air. We really were completely alone here. There were no people around. Nobody was there to watch us, to intrude, or to judge.

I pondered my next steps. I was determined to fuck my mother tonight. I thought I was in a strong position to impose my will. I was sure my mother wouldn't stop me this time. Would she put up any fight at all?

I knew the last real obstacle standing in the way of my endgame was gone now - Helen's marriage was through and the divorce was almost completed. And Helen was there with me. We were all alone, just like I wanted. I had orchestrated it all. I had her there. She knew what I wanted. I had told her straight to her face. It all seemed so inevitable.

The seduction would continue, I reasoned calmly as she sipped her drink. I would kiss her. Then her bra and panties would come off. Then I would fuck her right there in the tub, or down on the dark beach, or in a soft bed somewhere inside the house.

"What are you thinking mommy," I asked.

"About the sex you want to have with me tonight," she answered softly, looking up at me.

I chuckled and my mother laughed as well. I put my arm around my mother's shoulder.

"You're some sort of player," she continued. "I'm sure you have girlfriends. I don't know why you do and I don't approve Tim. I don't want you having sex with them. Get rid of them."

"None of them are like you mommy," I whispered, my eyes lighting up, my gaze running over her.

I drew in closer.

"You're pathetic and desperate Tim."

I laughed. I looked down at Helen. There was a pause in the conversation. She looked silently up at me. I stroked a few loose strands of dark hair from her dark eyes with my fingers. I softly caressed her face. I leant in, closing my eyes as I approached her. I aimed to kiss my mother's lips.

"Tim, wait," Helen whispered, drawing back. "I don't know. It's. It's immoral son."

I kissed her forehead. I ran my hand up and down her side.

"You shouldn't worry so much, mom."

"But isn't it wrong son?"

"No, of course not," I whispered, cajoling and encouraging her, "lots of people do it. You shouldn't let close minded people influence you like this mom."

My mother laughed softly. She must have known I was trying to manipulate her with my soft words and gentle touch. I just wasn't going to give up. She smiled and lay back against me. She wanted to be seduced, I was sure of it - she felt good. She wanted to feel even better.

My eyes lit up. I broke into a wide grin. I almost had her. I wrapped her up in my arms from behind and pulled her right up against me. I placed my lips in her hair. I spoke softly and non-stop. She trembled and shivered as my warm breath filled her sensitive ear. She closed her eyes.

"Come on mommy," I said, "let me take your bra off."

"Oh Tim, I don't know."

"Come on mommy," I whispered at her, as I carefully took her bra in my fingers and unsnapped it with a wide grin. "Let me take it off."

Helen gasped. I was taking her bra off anyway. I didn't even get her permission.

"Now, what can be wrong with that," I whispered, taking her bra off. Her beautiful breasts were exposed.

"Oh Jesus son," she said as I dropped the bra on the edge of the tub.

I ran my palms up over her body. My large hands emerged from the bubbling water, sliding up and over Helen's tits. I clasped them and rubbed the tips. My mother sighed and closed her eyes.

"You really aren't going to stop this are you honey?"

"No chance mom," I said. "Tonight you're mine and every other night after that."

"I can feel your cock against my leg," she whispered.

"I'm going to put it inside you tonight mommy. You're going to love it."

"Oh, Tim."

I ran my hands back down her body. They came to rest on Helen's hips. I took the edges of her undies in my fingertips.

"Tim, wait, I don't," she whispered.

I refused to wait or stop. I slowly pulled my mother's undies down, and then over her feet, and off. I dropped her panties on the tub edge.

"Come here mommy. Turn around, so I can get at you."

"Oh Tim. I don't know."

"C'mon, turn around mommy," I whispered in her ear. "I want to fuck you beautiful."

Helen gasped at how crude I was. I ran my hand along her thigh and then inside and over her pussy. She gasped again.

"C'mon mother - I want to get inside you. Let me get in there."

"Tim - what if someone finds out."

"Nobody will ever find out mom. We're all alone here. C'mon, turn around and sit on it."

I gently coaxed her into it as if she were a child needing gentle instruction. My mother grinned and stood up. She was finally assured. She was finally ready. The water streamed down her brown body as she emerged from the agitated waterline. Her dark hair resembled a long stream of wet jet. The water broke into glowing beads on her breasts and belly. Drops of water sat shining in her dark pubic hair.

"Good girl,' I whispered, "now come and sit on my big prick mommy."

"This is so wrong Tim," my mother whispered. "It's really dark and incestuous, son."

"It sure is, but it's still so right mommy."

I put my hands on her hips and helped guide her into place. I took the base of my cock in my fingers. My mother slowly descended. Her hips dropped below the waterline. She reached under the water for my cock with one hand, and placed her other hand on my shoulder. We stared at each other, our faces just inches away, as she continued to lower herself.

I felt the tip of my cock softly brush Helen's body. She quickly slapped my hand away from my own cock and then adjusted me herself. She was staring off to my right with a big grin on her face. She turned back to me. My mother grabbed my other shoulder and drove her body down. I leered at her, as she closed her eyes and her jaw dropped into a yawning grin.

"Awwww my gawd Timmmm," my mother softly whined in my ear. "Awwww my gawd son."

"It's good, isn't it mommy."

"Oh yessss honey. Just don't cum too quickly Tim, for God sake."

I was deep inside her. I placed my hands on her lower back, pulled her in closer and then slowly ran my hands up her body as she ground and rubbed hard against me, forcing her pelvis down and pressing her breasts in my face.

I watched her with a smile. My hands slowly slipped up and over her shoulder blades, ran back down her sides, around her waist and came to a rest. I leant in and kissed the tips of her breasts one by one while she pulled me in close and cradled my head in her arms. I sucked first one and then the other. I saw her parted lips and kissed her mouth. My mother gasped, closed her eyes, cupped my face in her hands and kissed me back.

I clutched the back of her head in my palm. I ran the point of my tongue around Helen's lips, then pushed the whole thing inside and invaded mom's mouth as we shared a deep kiss. She rose and fell slowly and methodically, her chest caressing me. She groaned in my mouth and tongue wrestled me as she quickly picked up speed. I held her by the waist and helped her as she fucked me with an exaggerated roll of her hips.

'Tell me you love it mom," I whispered in her ear, after breaking the kiss.

"Oh my God kid, can't you tell?"

"Tell me mommy. I want to hear it."

"I love it Tim," my mother whispered in my direction as she rode me, "I love it. I love it. I love it."

"God, I wish I could marry you Helen," I whispered fiercely at her flushed face. "Finally make you my wife."

"Yeah, you wanna marry me, hey kid? Marry your mommy."

"Yeah mom - that's what I most want."

"And then we can go away on our hot honeymoon somewhere. Have sex every night together."
"Yes mom, yes!"

"And children?"

"Oh, God yes - please!"

Helen thundered up and down, impaling her body deep on my sensitive cock. Her head was thrown back. Her eyes were closed. Her lips were parted. She held my shoulders, dragging her fingernails down me, drawing blood and marking me. The water in the tub was being churned into an explosive glowing maelstrom as my mother's wet tanned body blasted forth from the waterline and then crashed back down through the surface of the bubbles.

"Damned kid," my mother exclaimed, "I'm going to start depending on this soon!"

"Yes, absolutely mom," I whispered. "I'm going to make you so dick dependent. I'm going to make you dependant in every way. You won't be able to do anything without me."

Helen let out a soft laugh and then a long groan. I joined her.

"I love you mommy," I whispered at her.

My mother smiled.

"You know you can try and dominate me kid, like your father tried," my mother whispered between snatches of breath, "but he just ended up under my thumb, doing whatever I told him to do. You will as well."

"No way Helen," I returned softly, but firmly, "Not me mommy - I'm gonna end up owning you - body and soul."

"You can try son, if it turns you on and makes your dick hard, but I'll be calling all the shots when it comes to us."

I was really close to coming.

"I love you. I love you mommy."

"I love you too darling."

My mother began to lose control. She threw her arms around my neck and buried her lips in my ear. She stopped rising and falling, and held me deep inside her. She began to shake and roll her hips uncontrollably. She withdrew her face by an inch or two and we stared at each other. I watched my mother's dark eyes light up as the pleasure overwhelmed her. I watched her nostrils flare and her mouth drop.

"Oh gawd Tim, I'm going to cum honey. Oh gawd, I'm cumming son!"

"I love you mother!"

'Awwww I love you too son!"

I held onto my mommy tight and tried not to cum. She ran her fingers through my hair roughly. We still stared at each other. She groaned and then shrieked right in my face. For a long profound moment I didn't even recognise her - she was a beautiful red mask, her features twisted into a furious looking expression as she came right on my hard cock in the hot tub.

Her face suddenly exploded. She burst into a smile and then red faced laughter. Her body was still being moved back and forth by the hand of the goddess.

"Awwww gawd honey, you're the best!"

Then she lunged at me and buried her teeth in the nape of my neck. I winced and whined. I closed my eyes. I could feel her pressing her fingernails into my back and tearing slowly down. Then her teeth sank into my shoulder. For a second my father's words came to mind: 'I'm sure she'll tear you apart in the worst way when you finally get her into bed. I'm sure you'll love that Tim - being pecked to pieces.'

"Oh God, I love it when you do that mommy!"

I just couldn't handle it anymore. I was there.

I held my beautiful carnivorous mother tight to me. I cradled her slick dark head gently in my hand as she bit me hard in one place after another. I roared as I came. I looked briefly at the void of the starless night. Then I closed my eyes tight as my mom went for my soft neck and bit me deep there.

I've never experienced anything like that. I lost all control of my body and just started shaking and trembling in her arms. The sound I made was beyond me. We held each other hard and I delivered my semen. I shot my seed inside her fast and hard. I silently prayed for a conception, willing it to happen.

*********

PART THREE - DOES THIS MAKE YOUR DICK HARD?

How on earth could I talk my way out of this, I wondered, as my mother asked me to sit down.

I realised I had a problem on my hands when I walked into the lounge room and found both Helen and Joan sitting there together on the sofa with a glass of scotch in hand. Both women looked up at me thoughtfully as I entered. Neither of them smiled.

"Go and sit down over there Tim," my mother said.

I sat down in the lounge chair opposite, as I was told to do.

I noted Helen's serious tone and I grew wary. Then I realised the game was up: my mother knew I was sleeping with my aunt and my aunt knew I was sleeping with my mother. I gasped and grew red in the face. Then I noticed the stack of suitcases in the corner of the lounge room and I grew confused. A second later I drew the conclusion that my mother had packed my stuff in those suitcases and was going to tell me to get out of her house. But then a second after that I realised that those suitcases didn't actually belong to my mother or I. In the end, I was completely confused.

"Do you want to explain yourself Tim," my mother asked.

I grew flustered. I scratched my head. I tried to start talking, but Joan cut me off.

"Did you really think you were going to get away with it?"

"I'm sorry Aunty Joan," I began, finally finding my voice. "I just love you both so much. I did the wrong thing. I did such a terrible thing to you both. I'm so sorry. If you want me to move out I will."

"You had sex with me in the toilet, on the night of your party and then you had sex with your mom in the hot tub the very next night."

"That's exactly right Joan. He's been two timing us both."

"I love you both very much," I said, becoming overcome by emotion, "but I've made a big mistake."

"And to make it worse, you and I have been hard at it every night for weeks on end," Helen added, "but you have been sneaking out of the house without my approval and have been with your aunt nearly every day this week as well. You're still grounded young man."

"Yes mommy I'm sorry. I know I've done the wrong thing."

I got up to go. I was all set to pick up the strange luggage and leave my dear lovers behind.

"Where do you think you're going Tim," Aunty Joan asked.

"To move out - the suitcases are there on the floor waiting."

My mother and my aunt looked at each other. They smiled at each other.

'Honey, those are Joan's suitcases. They're not yours," my mother said.

I stood there completely confused. Joan could see how upset I was. She stood up, opened her arms and invited me to cry on her shoulder. I noticed her ring finger - her engagement and wedding bands were both gone. My confusion continued.

"Where is your wedding ring Joan?"

My aunt looked back in my mother's direction.

"When will the penny finally drop," Helen asked.

"I don't know Helen. We may be waiting for a while. Your kid has a heart of gold, but he's not too bright at times."

"Correct - he's good looking and a great lay, but pretty stupid Joan."

"I don't understand mommy."

"Case in point."

Helen got to her feet. She approached me. She put her arm around my waist.

"Darling, can't you see what's happened? Joan has finally left Peter. She's getting a divorce. She's moving in here to live with us."

I gasped and turned to stare at Joan. My eyes lit up.

"But, does that mean you don't want me to go?"

"You dumb horny kid," Helen said, shaking her head and stroking my face, "of course not."

"But I cheated on Aunty Joan behind your back, mom."

"Oh my God, honestly darling," Joan said. "Your mother and I have been talking about your shenanigans every day on the phone for weeks. We know exactly what you've been up to, what you've been doing and who you've been doing it with. Your poorly executed machinations are simply hysterical."

I still looked doubtful.

"Come here my darling," my mommy whispered. I entered her warm embrace. "Joan and I know you adore us both and worship the ground we walk on. We both love you darling Tim, even though you're so stupid and sometimes crude. Joan's moved in here, so we can all be together at last."

I stared down at my mother. Then I looked in Joan's direction.

"There will be, of course, even more rules to follow Tim my love," my mother continued.

"Absolutely," Joan said. "Nobody can ever know about our love. I think all three of us are going to have to withdraw from the world to some extent. I don't think we really have too many close friends out there anyway and the ones we have can never know about our love."

"Yes, you're right, Joan darling," my mother continued. "Tim and I would be more than willing to dispense with our friendships, or at least hold everybody at arms length. Isn't that right Tim?"

"Yes, of course," I enthused, "oh absolutely mother. I would do anything to protect our love."

"I never see anyone else in the family Joan. Mom and dad are dead. It's only you I ever visit or spend time with Joan. There's no family left besides us three."

"It's all so easy, isn't it? The three of us could just vanish without a trace inside this house. We could just spend our lives inside your bedroom Helen. There's plenty of money."

"Oh yes darling, it is - easier than you think. My divorce from Tim's father will leave us all very well off. There will be plenty of money and plenty of love."

Helen and Joan looked at each other and smiled.

"Tim, my love - Joan and I will live out all those dark incestuous dreams with you. We'll lock ourselves away, inside this house together, forever."

I gasped and pulled my mother into my arms. I held her tight. I looked at Joan. She smiled back and came closer.

I leant in and kissed my mother on the mouth, while Aunty Joan watched. Helen closed her eyes as our lips met and she sighed softly. I broke the kiss after a passionate moment and turned to Joan. Her fingers slipt along my cheek - she leant across and in, and we kissed deeply.

"I have so many beautiful dreams mommy," I whispered, after breaking the kiss with Joan. "I want children and I want to marry you both."

"We know my love. We want those things as well darling," Helen said softly. "We also want other things from you Tim - just like you want things from us."

"What sort of things mommy?"

"We want to gain even more control over you darling. We want to dominate you completely. Would you like that?"

I gazed down at my mother's lips. She leered up at me.

"I would love it mother. I want to worship you and Aunty Joan."

"Good Tim. That's what I'm going to hold you to, sooner than you think. I want to be everything to you."

"And me too," Joan whispered.

I kissed my mother's lips again deeply. I cupped her face in my hands. Then I kissed Joan feverishly.

"C'mon you two," Joan said, "let's take this to bed."

*******

I closed the bedroom door, turned and stood there silently. My mother and my aunt were waiting for me, at the foot of the king sized bed, in the dark. My two little family women were mere silhouettes in the hot night, their forms finely outlined in soft silver and their facial features completely submerged in shadow. They looked insubstantial, like two tentative ghosts, caught without the power of speech, or two seductive succubi, biding their time.

All three of us were silent as I approached Helen and Joan. I took off my jacket and dropped it to the bedroom floor and carefully began unbuttoning my shirt as I completed each step. Their features slowly emerged, came into view before my eyes, as I reached them - their dark eyes were watchful. I took my shirt off right there in front of them and dropped it to the floor.

I reached out and took my beautiful little mother in my arms. She raised her eyes and looked up at me quietly and passively, as I drew her in close. She pressed her soft small body against mine and ran a warm hand across my upper back. I softly stroked the side of my mother's face with my thumb, caressed her hair and looked down at her dark grey mouth. She parted her lips slowly and the tip of her tongue carefully appeared.

There was no need to wait any longer. I saw my mother's lips part and her tongue appear and I felt the urge to kiss her overwhelm me. Helen gasped softly as I placed the palm of my hand on the back of her head and my other hand on her soft jaw. I leant in, cradling my mother's tilted head as I advanced. I extended my tongue and it slipped softly against Helen's lips and then sank deep inside her warm mouth and then our lips collided, merging together as one.

Helen groaned softly and her eyes closed slowly. She ran her palms up my back, around my shoulders and over my chest. Aunty Joan stepped in closer I sensed and stared up at me adoringly. I reached out and put an arm around her waist. She sighed softly as I compelled her body into mine.

I broke the kiss after a moment. My mother stared up at me in shock. She then turned her head and stared at her sister. She stared at me again. I reached in and slowly pulled the ribbon, which was keeping her short sheer robe together. The bow was undone as I drew the ribbon back. I dropped the ribbon to the floor and took the edges of the robe in my fingertips. I opened it and removed it from my mother's naked body. The fine material slipped over Helen's silvery shoulders and down her arms and to the floor.

"Hey, what about me," Joan whispered, speaking the first words, "I'm just dying to be kissed."

"Yes, I agree Joan honey," my mother said looking up at me, softly stroking my face, "kiss her son."

I grinned and the two women grinned back. I could feel my cock trying to break through my pants. I turned to my aunt and drew her in closer. We gazed at each other's mouth for a moment. Joan's lips looked dark and inviting. She closed her eyes and opened her mouth, ready to receive my slowly sliding tongue and then my lips. In I went and did it. Joan gasped and whined softly, throwing her arms around my neck.

Once again I took a ribbon in my fingertips and pulled. The bow fell apart and the robe slipt open. My aunt and I kissed deeply as I removed the sheer covering from her beautiful brown body and let it slide from my grasp to the floor. I held Joan against me possessively. We kissed softly until my head was spinning and I was starting to get carried away. I grabbed at her soft body. I kissed her aggressively. She whimpered in my mouth.

"Wait, Tim honey," Joan whispered, after forcefully breaking away from the kiss, "don't lose the plot on me too soon. You still have to be a more patient lover."

Aunty Joan reached up and held the sides of my face in her hands. She searched my eyes. She shooshed me softly, trying to get me to calm down, to get me to settle. I breathed hard in her face. My hands shook. My body was on fire.

"I want to fuck you so badly Aunty Joan - you too mommy."

"We know my darling son. We can tell."

"I want to put it in you both."

"You will Tim, I promise you son. We're going to make love to you all night."

I exhaled hard. I regained my cool. I held Joan's body softly in my arms and touched her more lightly. I inhaled her scent, my nose buried in the nape of her neck - I sensed the faint floral perfume, the shampoo, the smell of her skin and her good cream.

"I want to lick you Joan," I whispered.

"Don't worry, you will be Tim, I'm sure of that."

My mother looked up at me. She smiled. Then she looked at Joan. My aunty silently regarded her sister. Helen reached and placed her hand on Joan. She laughed softly. I gasped. Helen leant in and kissed her sister softly on the mouth.

I had an arm around each woman. I watched hypnotised from a few inches away. My two little females caressed each other, while their mouths gently slipt together. I advanced. The women broke their kiss. My mother turned to me and our lips met, while my aunt pressed her mouth into my neck. Then my mother and I broke and I kissed my aunt, while my mom devoured Joan's shoulder. Then I kissed my mother's open mouth again. Then I kissed her ear and then her mouth again.

We were starting to groan. We were making a meal of each other and making the sort of sounds one expected to hear when one was enjoying a real good meal. And the sounds we made were quickly growing in volume. And I was kissing and caressing my mother's breasts and reaching down between my aunt's thighs to grab hold of her soft dark pussy.

I ran my other hand down my mother's belly and between her legs, my fingers roving through her damp hair. I slipped my hand over her pussy, cupping her and softly stroking her clitoris. The two grinning women were swaying from side to side, gently rolling and shaking their hips while I played with them. Joan drove her teeth into my neck and mommy kissed me hard, forcing my head back.

"Does this make your dick hard Tim," my mother asked me with a smile, after withdrawing from a kiss.

"Oh yeah, I'm sure it does," my aunt said softly, catching her breath, looking up from my chest.

"Oh my God mommy - c'mon, let's get into bed."

"Show it to me son. I want to see it first."

'Yes, show it to us, and then I'm going to suck it off Tim," Joan added.

The two women stood there before me with their eyes lowered to my crotch. I reached down and undid my pants and unzipped them. I let them drop to the floor. I pinched my underwear in my fingers and pulled them down. My big cock leapt free. My mother and aunt sighed softly. Their eyes were glued to the tip. I stood there triumphantly, ready to act. I took Joan's hand in mine.

"C'mon mommy," I said, reaching out for Helen.

"Okay, honey boy" my mother replied, accepting me, "take us to bed and let's make some children together."

The heavens had finally opened and a warm deluge poured down in sheets, while thunder rumbled and rolled menacingly on the horizon and flashes of cold lightning cast our bedroom in bright relief, caught our moving bodies in its unearthly glare, only to disappear instantly and drive us all back into the encroaching shadow.

The three of us lay entwined, thoroughly tangled up together, perspiring freely, upon damp bed sheets in our hot incestuous bed, while the rain pattered softly on the windows and sizzled as it struck the roof.

I slowly kissed my aunt's spine, from behind, while my hands ran slowly along her thighs, over the point of her hips, up her ribs and over her breasts. I buried my lips in her hair and kissed the back of her neck and then her ear. I was so noisy and so passionate. I was so hungry. Joan turned to lie on her back after I began to manhandle her little body. I dropped my head and pressed my lips into her breast, while my hand slid up her side and slipped under her shoulder.

My beautiful mother devoured Joan from the other side. She caused her sister to sigh and start to curl herself into a foetal position by pressing her lips on Joan's trembling belly and caressing her behind and lower back with her fingers. Joan rolled onto her back again. She held the sides of Helen's face in her hands and tried to sit up.

"Oh, Christ Helen."

"No, you don't," my mother whispered, laughing softly, while I pushed my aunt back down on the bed and lay over her. "You have to take it like a woman."

"You're not going anywhere Aunty Joan."

"Oh my God Tim, Helen," my aunt hissed, before I sealed her mouth with another kiss.

My mother and I shared a quick peck. Then we grinned at our victim beneath us. Helen and I tortured my exquisite aunt in the dark bedroom as the storm outside raged on. The flashes of lightning blasted Joan's little body with an eerie white glow, while she twisted, shut her eyes tight and threw her head back.

My mother and I kissed Joan's tits together, moving from one nipple to the other. We kissed her soft damp neck and ears, licking at the perspiration while our fingers tiptoed slowly down her belly, in between her spread legs and over her pussy. Then we kissed her face, peppering her features endlessly, while rubbing her clitoris, while she giggled like a little girl and then started moaning and twisting her taut body even more violently.

"C'mon mommy, let's go down on her and eat her."
"Yes, good idea, my darling," my mother said. "Let's share her and make her cum."

Joan gasped at the idea. I reached my aunt's pussy first. I lay on my belly with my head between her legs. I stared at Joan's beautifully constructed body and silently thanked God that women existed. My mommy joined me in there. We both gazed at Joan's soft swirls. We both enjoyed the fringe of dark damp hair and the soft hot folds and dark red recesses.

I went in first, just beating my mother to the punch, rubbing my nose in Joan's pungent hair and then placing my lips over her clitoris and sealing the whole area in my mouth. I repeatedly flicked at her with the tip of my tongue and licked her again and again, while Joan settled back, sighed and closed her eyes.

"Here, let me have a go Tim."

I withdrew and smiled as my mother leant in and licked Joan's gash from bottom to top with the flat of her tongue. Then her face drove softly into Joan's pussy. Then I saw Helen's fingers slowly disappear as they sank inside my aunt's body.

I looked up at my aunt. Her body grew suddenly hard and she was looking down between her legs with a determined expression on her face. She looked at me and looked back down at my mother again. She shook her head slowly. She closed her eyes and her nostrils flared.

"God, you know that drives me crazy when you do that Helen."

My mother disengaged and laughed up at her sister.

"I know Joan. I used to be able to make you cum really hard."

"You sure did Helen. Better than any man ever could."

Helen's head dropped. I studied her movements carefully, while watching my aunt out of the corner of my eye. My mother's head was slowly moving back and forth, but her tongue seemed to be circling round and round. And further Helen was gently driving two of her fingers into Joan's body. Joan gasped and stretched all her limbs out. Her jaw dropped.

"Oh, you damned woman," Joan whispered, laughing softly, before erupting into a deep long groan. "I love you Helen. I always have and I always will."

"Likewise, darling," my mother said, before her head dropped again.

"Let me try that mom," I demanded. I was desperate to make my aunt feel that good.

"Oh, another time Tim," Joan whispered, her eyes closed, her back arching. "Oh, let your mother do it, you silly boy."

My mother was determined to make Joan cum. She didn't even look up at me. Her mouth moved and her tongue swished and rolled endlessly, and her fingers pistoned in and out of Joan.

And my beautiful aunt was moving ever more purposefully. I leapt at Joan, ready to add to her pleasure. I lunged at her breasts, taking a tip in my mouth and running my hands under her body.

"Oh my God," Joan shrieked, pleased, "damned kid!"

In the end, my mother was holding Joan's bouncing driving hips down and I had her upper body pinned under mine and was eating her neck. Joan came hard, just as expected. She clutched my mother's head in both hands, while her thighs closed in hard around Helen. Her eyes were shut tight, her teeth were bared, her head was right back and she was twisting her lower body from side to side. She shook herself hard - all her fine muscles were tensed and all her nerves were exploding.

"Awwwww gawd Helennnnn! Awwwww gawd Helennnnn!"

My mother ended up on top of her sister, finger fucking her hard and rubbing her clitoris with her thumb. I lay by their side and watched as Joan settled down. My mother stopped kissing my aunt's neck and ear. The two of them sighed deep as their lips met in a long deep kiss in the thundering dark.

I was so ready to eat my mother. I just wanted to worship her. She had other plans.

"I want to go down on you now mommy," I declared, up on my knees and reaching for her.

My mother looked at me. She sat up. My aunty Joan joined her.

"C'mon mom," I urged. "Let me love you."

My mother reached out and took my cock in her hand. I gasped and she grinned at me. She slowly approached me, getting up onto her knees and then coming after me, her fist slipping up and down my shaft non-stop and rolling over the head.

"Look, no way kid," my Aunty Joan whispered, getting into the new mood, "we've got a better idea. You're going to cop it now. We'll show you who's really in charge."

"Damned straight," my mother added.

My aunt moved in. She was up on her knees like my mother and was closing in. She reached out and wrapped her warm hand around my balls, cupping them.

I really had no other choice, given the situation. My mother stroked me. I watched her small brown hand sliding up and down my long length, running from the base, gliding up the shaft and ending with a curl of her wrist and a sweep of her soft thumb at the top. I sat down on my side and then I lay back down on the bed and stretched out.

Helen and Joan came after me. They lay on either side of me, their heads on my chest. Helen let my cock go and Joan took it in her palm. All three of us watched my aunt's hand squeak, squawk and squish its way up to the dripping tip. Joan squeezed the knob softly again and again. She then twisted and caressed her way back down.

"You like that honey," Joan asked softly, looking at me.

"I love it Aunty Joan."

My mother laughed softly. She lifted her head and looked down at me with a loving smile. She reached out and ran her fingers through my hair. She watched me for a moment and then her head dropped. I sighed softly and closed my eyes as I felt Helen's lips make contact with my face. Then a moment later I sensed Joan coming in closer. Then I felt my aunt's lips and tongue dragging slowly around inside my ear.

I groaned in a deep urgent voice and was only laughed at. My mother's slimy fist pumped up and down swiftly, the slick wet squish caressing my ears, while the two beautiful women licked my hot face, ate my neck, and stroked my sensitive sides and belly with their fingers.

"Oh shit," I hissed, as my two little women devoured me.

"I'm gonna suck him," Joan whispered.

"Mmmm, yes go for it, Joan darling," my mommy replied. "I'm going to eat his nipples."

"Damned vampires," I hissed.

My mommy and aunty giggled.

I looked down. My mother's dark head dropped to my chest. She took one of my nipples between her lips and clamped down, sucking firmly. I winced, grabbed her head in my hands, cradled her and started to sit up.

"Down on your back Tim," my aunt ordered.

Joan then forced my legs open wides and settled down in between them. I couldn't see her as I was still clutching my mother to my nipple, but I felt Joan's open lips on the head of my cock and then her soft hand close around the base.

"Wow, my God, what a mess," my aunt whispered, "yummy."

"Oh, worship it Aunty Joan."

"Oh, I will you spoilt little kid. You're all mine."

I felt her open lips on the tip of my cock dilate and then slide warmly over the knob and then run hot and deep down on my thick shaft. I groaned softly and kissed my mother's scalp. Helen stopped biting my sensitive red nipple and looked up at me.

"Oh mommy," I whined softly.

"You like it Tim honey," Helen asked, "do you like it when we drive you crazy?"

"Shit, yes mommy."

"Feels good, doesn't it my baby," my mother said smiling. A moment later she backed away and slipped down between my legs.

I declined to answer my mother. The rain hammered the house and the wind bellowed, causing the windows to rattle. The cold change had arrived from the south, but the bedroom was still humid, dark and stuffy. Our incestuous bed was still hot and dirty, and the bed sheets were a wet tangled mess.

My mother and my aunt shared my hard cock between them like two excited children working on an ice cream together. First, one woman dove in and placed her mouth on the fiery looking knob and used her tongue like a knife, lashing out, swishing and flicking the underside of the seeping head, and then sliding her soft lips up and down the shaft, while a fine clear stream of fluid ran down the length. And then the other woman pounced on my dick, while the other withdrew, grinning at me, and licking her lips.

And it went on and on. And I thought to myself: they were going to have me lie there spreadeagled on our dark wet bed for hours on end, and spend their time just teasing my bloated cock with their lips, tongues and fingertips. They refused to even suck it once. And I could hear them sighing and whining and growling softly as they tormented me.

My mother was caressing the underside of my shaft with her thumb and softly nibbling the tip of my cock when I abruptly sat up and lunged at her.

"Hey, what do you think you're doing kid," my aunt demanded.

"Oh my God! He can't take it anymore," Helen declared, breaking into laughter.

"Whoever can," my aunt said, 'Anyway, it looks like you're first up mommy dearest."

"Looks like it," my mom shrieked.

I picked my mother up and cradled her in my arms. I carried her to an empty side of the bed. I lay her down on her back and she opened her legs. I mounted her swiftly. I had lost my self control again and was having trouble getting it back.

"Come here son," Helen whispered, inviting me to lie over her, in her open arms. "Let's make a baby together, like you've always wanted to."

"Yes, I want you to be the mother of my children - that's what I most want Helen."

"Then that's what you'll get my darling son."

We fumbled my big cock into place. I stared down into my mother's eyes. She grabbed me around my shoulders. She locked my lower body in nice and tight with her legs. I was so hard and the tip of my cock was planted against her steamy pussy. I was all set. She was all set.

A strangled whimper broke from my mother and her eyes shut tight and her mouth dropped as I gave way to my instinct to dominate her. I firmly pushed. I felt Helen's body just grow soft and then I felt her gently yield and then offer no resistance to my pressure.

"Awwww my gawd mommy," I whispered, my jaw growing slack and falling, while she reached up, and pulled me down on top of her.

I kept pushing, and I could feel my rock hard cock just sink slowly inside Helen inch by inch. And it felt so good and so right to keep going and just fill her as completely as I possibly could. Penetrating Helen was like pushing a knife into a block of soft warm butter. She held my cock so snugly inside her beautiful little body. Helen's hair lined lips were wrapped around me.

I wanted to impale her as deeply as I could. I really wanted the tip of my cock to hit rock bottom. A moment later I did. I sighed softly and ground against her.

"Oh my goodness," my mom whispered, "that's real good honey."

My cock twitched. My head grew even more swollen. I kept my eyes closed and breathed softly. I was so close to coming.

'Easy, my darling," Helen warned, breathing into my ear and rubbing my upper back slowly.

"He's a good boy, isn't he Helen," Joan whispered.

"He sure is. He's my baby boy - my very best boy."

I carefully positioned myself, so I could look down at my mother's face, while we made love. Her features looked so unusual and so beautiful in the dark bedroom. Helen's hair looked damp - her wet black curly fringe was glued to her forehead. Her watchful soft eyes lay in hollows of grey shadow. Her silver tipped mouth parted slowly. Her face was so familiar.

"I love you mother," I said.

"Show me how much you love me my darling. Be my strong man."

I ran my hands under her shoulders. I dropped until my face was just a couple of inches from hers. Our eyes were locked together. Her hands ran down my back and held my butt.

"You're such a big man Tim," my mother stated as I began to move my hips and drove my cock inside firmly and withdrew my cock slowly. "Don't you think so Joan?"

"I sure do. He's so much more of a man than his father was."

"Oh, God yes - I would marry you if I could Tim, now that your father's out of the way."

"Ha, I would beat you to it Helen."

I quickly increased my pace. I looked down into my mother's eyes as she affirmed me and built me up. I knew her love and her body were going to make me into the sort of towering man I wanted to be. Nobody would hold me back with Helen and Joan giving themselves to me.

Her eyes closed and re-opened. Her mouth dropped open and snapped shut. Her little body rocked. Her breasts rolled and her legs swung from the slowly growing force of my thrusts. My mother whimpered and moaned repeatedly.

I let out an involuntary groan. I looked down at my mommy, as her stunned features regarded me with shock and pleasure.

"Kiss me, my darling," Helen whispered, grinning, and then slowly slipping her tongue out.

I caught her tongue between my lips and sealed her open mouth with mine. We kissed deeply. Mommy gasped sweetly. I broke the hot kiss and leered down at her. She leered back up at me in such an obscene sort of way. Her body shone silver with dripping perspiration.

"Kiss me again son."

"You two are being so dirty," Joan whispered, laughing softly, "it's so immoral and so incestuous."

"Hey, don't be jealous Joan. He's my kid."

Joan smiled and shook her head.

My mother did look so dirty with her sticky looking face, her wet body, her dancing sparkling eyes and her easy grin. I smiled at her. I loved her so much. I thrust hard. I suddenly stopped, up to my balls inside her and kissed her deeply, tongue wrestling her as I strained to pin her down, immobile.

"C'mon let's change positions," Helen said.

"Oh yeah - let me do you from behind mommy."

The two women broke into laughter. My mother held my face in her hands and clobbered me with soft kisses.

'C'mon then," Helen said. "Jump off me baby, so I can give you what you want."

I slipped off Helen and withdrew my glowing dick from her. She positioned herself for me, just as I asked.

I had such a nice view. My delicious little mother took up a place in the middle of the bed on all fours. She swayed back and forth and shook her cute brown bum at me. She looked back at me over her shoulder. She was smiling.

"C'mon, what are you waiting for Tim," my mother said.

I aimed my cock at my mom's dark pussy and pounced on her from behind. I took hold of her soft hip and quickly adjusted my erection. I rubbed the wet tip over her opening and then a moment later pressed and with a long steady stroke plunged inside her body.

My mother's reaction was instantaneous. I watched her slowly close her pretty eyes and break into a wide toothy smile. She then looked back at me and shook her behind again.

'You look like you're really enjoying that," my aunty Joan said to my mother.

"Oh God, yes," Helen replied. "My kid's a great lay."

"You better be able to handle me later on Tim or I'm going to be so pissed."

"Oh, don't worry about that Aunty Joan," I said. "You're next after my mother."

The women laughed again.

"Sounds like a pretty sweet offer."

"Oh yes it does Joan," mommy whined.

A long soft groan emerged from my open mouth. I looked down at my thick shaft as it vanished smoothly and seamlessly inside Helen's brown body.

"Oh yes, my darling - it feels really, really good, doesn't it honey! Oh yes, so good!"

"Oh yes Tim darling," my aunt added, getting into the swing of nurturing and encouraging me.

I started driving my penis deep inside my mother's pussy with forceful strokes. She abruptly stopped laughing and a soft gasp broke free from her throat.

"Your horny kid just loves slam fucking you Helen," Joan said, watching me, and running her hand over my behind and up my back.

"I know Joan. Awwww, he's just like a battery powered bunny. No finesse, but plenty of get up and go. Oh God baby, that's good!"

"Oh God, it feels so good mommy. Awwww yeah!"

'Yes, it does, doesn't it my baby boy," Helen announced. "C'mon, what are you waiting for Tim honey? Do me hard, like you really want to. Make me cum."

Yeah, c'mon Tim," my aunt whispered, "your mother wants you to get wild with her."

"I don't want to hurt you mommy."

'Don't worry. Just do it, just this once darling. I'll let you know if you're hurting me son and then you'll stop."

"Yeah, wow, of course, okay," I hissed.

I grabbed a firmer hold of my mother. I looked down and drew my hips back and thrust forward harder than I had ever thrust before. My hard cock disappeared inside Helen's body like a flash and my body collided with hers with a good loud slap. I drove my mommy forward. Her body swayed, her breasts swung and her head snapped. Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide. She looked back at me with a shocked grin on her face.

My aunty laughed and my mother joined her.

"Ohhh wow, that's the way honey," Helen whispered quickly.

"Yes, it sure is Tim. Now do it again."

I withdrew and drove my cock in again, and then again, and then again really hard. My mother began to shriek at the wall in front of her. I stared down at Helen's sweet little body. It was so soft and warm. I was making it shake and wobble. I was plunging into it, into her, with abandon, just driving my mother forward. My mommy started to scream. The sound erupted from her throat.

"Mom, are you..."

"Fuck her Tim," my aunt hissed at me, "make her cum. She's so close now darling. She just loves being dominated by you. Can't you see, she just loves it Tim!"

I looked at my Aunty Joan, so surprised by how crude her words were. But then my own mother spoke and I gasped.

"Yes c'mon, Tim honey," my mother whispered, "fuck me nice and hard honey."

"Oh mommy, I love you."

"Make her cum Tim. Make her cum."

My orgasm was building and I sensed my beautiful mother was going to erupt as well. She swung her body back and arrived right on time, so I could slam into her, as she reached me. The two of us had given up on the idea of talking for the moment. We were noisy, but it was all just loud gasps and groans. Then my mother began to whine and whir in her best dramatic tone. She sounded like she was complaining and fuming verbally.

"Awwww, goddamn it mommy," I bellowed, finding words again. 'Awwww!" I closed my eyes tight and re-opened them.

"Oh yes honey," my aunt declared," it feels really good now, doesn't it Tim. Almost there, like mommy."

"Awwwww," I roared again, staring at my aunty Joan. My jaw dropped.

"Awww honey," my mother stated between groans and then her thin voice rose in volume and became shrill. 'You're a good kid - awwww - taking care of your needy mother!"

I abruptly broke my rhythm after stroking her again and again and again and building my pleasure up to an intolerable and maddening level.

I lost the plot. I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't talk again and my mother gave up her words as well. There was no way I could hold on for another second. My mother exploded with noise and her hot body grew animated. Her fingers pulled at the bed sheets, scrunching them into tight balls as she screeched at the wall. I felt a white hot pleasure blast along my cock and out through the tip. My balls crawled inside. All my nerves radiated and my sweaty frame just shuddered on and on until my teeth rattled and my whole spine crackled.

I held my mother's hips hard against me and advanced as deeply as I could. Helen was groaning and I could feel myself squirting and squirting and squirting.

I forced myself on my mother. She dropped, sliding down onto her belly, her body stretched out. I ended up on top of her, my cock still inside her, delivering every little thing I had left with a weakening shudder.

EPILOGUE - YOU'RE MY ONLY RELIGION

It was years later.

The once great house was slowly crumbling, falling into disrepair, due to endless neglect. The gardener had been fired, so the grounds were unkempt, the grass grew long and faded, rank weeds took hold and began to spread throughout the flower beds, strangling out the brightly coloured bulbs. The larges bushes and the trees on the property were never cut back anymore, so they grew uncontrollably. Gloomy dark places began to develop under their long branches. The vegetation was carefully and strategically encroaching upon the house itself.
Nobody ever visited there and the rusting front gates were usually padlocked. Occasionally, a dark sedan would glide silently out of the garage, down the weed covered drive, out through the gates, turn right and then vanish from sight, but there were rarely other scenes of life.

The enormous neglected house sat there brooding amidst the fetid yard. It loomed menacingly over the entire suburb it was situated in - a fading monolith with grubby exterior walls and a roof in desperate need of a coat of paint and repairs. One could see the facade of the house as one passed by the high wall running around the property line or when one peered through the ornate gates.

The place was in decline. The evidence was everywhere to be seen: faded creaking wooden decking, a pool with mouldy walls and murky water, the back patio covered in dust and leaves and the small garden at the bottom of the stairs all tangled and choked with weeds and overgrown grass.

The whole place had been overcome by the elements much more quickly than expected. One could blame the sea air, pointing to the salt swirling about in the twilight sky, as the waves crashed and thundered against the shore or blasted into the sea wall. One could hold the howling wind accountable, as it tore through the yard, hammered the dirty windows and caused them to rattle during the night. One could judge the constant storms responsible. Or, one could, in the end, point to the three strange inhabitants who all lived together inside that enormous crumbling house and then draw the correct conclusion.

The three of them had followed through on their plan. They had slowly withdrawn from sight, hoping no one would notice them gone or grow suspicious. They disappeared behind their high walls and padlocked gates. Most of their friends just drifted away, when the three of them refused to take anymore phone calls and decided not to make any either. The very few acquaintances, who didn't get the memo, who didn't get the hint, were treated quite rudely. In the end, everybody was gone. They didn't need anybody else besides themselves.

They locked themselves away behind closed doors and opaque windows. They became so dependent on each other. They were so deeply in love and connected together. They could read each other's minds, conducting entire conversations by just looking at each other.

They created a whole world together inside that enormous house - it was their own private reality. There was no need to work. There was no need to worry about the world outside. There was no need to find out who the president was, or who was fighting who, in some other part of the world. It was all irrelevant. Their love reigned supreme.

There was no need to worry about what others thought. There was no need to keep up appearances for the moral majorities benefit. There was no need to hold back any longer - no one was there to judge.

And it was a dark addictive family love they shared together, out of sight, behind closed doors and faded black curtains. It was claustrophobic and sticky. It was obsessive and deep. Their desire for more and more love was quenched again and again, but it always came roaring back. All three of them were absorbed in each other. A pall of lust hung over everything. It hung in the still stuffy air like the dust did.

Old family photos situated, behind dirty glass, inside grimy frames on mantelpieces and ornate glass topped tables. Strange faces caught in black and white, from years before, now sitting crowded amongst other family photos. The beautiful, but worn furniture held by the family for years, and the treasured bits and pieces, and the knick knacks, and the family heirlooms. Everything the family owned was stuffed inside the house, put away in every nook and cranny. One could spend years trying to examine it all.

Family meant everything. There was no other reality. Incestuous love meant everything, because it was family love. It fuelled their desire and their pleasure. All the accumulated things they had inherited and acquired over the years only reminded them more sharply of their blood ties and hence supercharged their need for each other.

There were, of course, so many special moments for Tim: he loved watching Joan and Helen emerge from the surface of the indoor spa bath, rise up between his open legs, their dark hair streaming with water, the tips and shape of their breasts clearly visible through the sheer singlet tops they were wearing. He loved to deeply kiss each woman in turn as their hands ran slowly up his thighs and came to rest on his rock hard cock.

He loved to squirt hot semen inside his mother and his aunt. It was his greatest pleasure. But he also loved to shower them in it. He loved to explode all over their bodies. Neither woman objected to wearing it. He would have loved to have seen his mother and aunt bathing in his semen. He wanted to watch them swimming in an ocean of his semen.

He enjoyed making hot love with Joan. He liked to follow his aunt into the shower, bend her over in the steamy space and roughly penetrate her from behind, or he liked to follow Joan into the kitchen and nail her there, while she stood at the sink. She could never get away from him some days, when he was in one of his moods - he would follow her all around the house, without any clothes on. He was always trying to fuck Joan on those days, or he was screwing her in some part of the house.

He loved to see Joan cum. He was at it with her every hour in the bedroom and he loved to hear the sounds of her wails drifting out the open door, along the hall and down the stairs. He could never get enough of Joan and sometimes he made himself sick from all his efforts and exertions with her.

And then there was Helen and Tim, and their relationship with each other.

Helen stepped in and took complete control of Tim's entire life, just like he and she desperately wanted. Helen gave free reign to her irrepressible desire to dominate Tim without any restrictions at all. He cried with relief when her even more comprehensive and detailed set of rules was introduced. He cried with joy when Helen put him over her knee and thrashed him for any slight misdemeanour, no matter how small. She enjoyed inflicting pain and he relished being on the receiving end of her severe spankings.

Tim worshipped his mother. He adored her for hours on end, as she sat back naked in her dark lounge chair by candlelight and read.

She liked to watch him down on his knees, his head lowered, gently cradling Helen's beautiful foot in his hands, trembling, while kissing her toes and running his tongue from her heel, along the instep and over the ball.

He loved to hold Helen in his arms while she sat back, ignored him, read her soppy romances and picked at a cherry. He loved to kiss and nuzzle his mother's breasts or explore her shoulders and neck with his lips, as she carefully turned the page and adjusted her golden horn rimmed glasses.

He loved to kiss Helen's belly tenderly and stroke her body with his hands. He marvelled at her and obsessed over every little freckle, or mark, or blemish on her beautiful body, while she nibbled her fruit and read about some damsel being swept off her feet by some swashbuckler.

Tim loved to go down on Helen. He loved to sink down slowly between her legs and drop his head. And she would continue eating her cherries and reading her book, but only for a short period of time. Soon enough she would drop a cherry seed into the bowl, close her book and put it down beside her.

Helen would put her hand on the back of her son's head, close her eyes and sigh. And Tim, her hopelessly devoted Tim, would keep going and going until his mother was shaking, and growing red in the face, and her jaw was dropping. Then she would cum. She would fill the left downstairs wing of the huge house with her cries.

"I love you mommy," Tim would whisper up at her earnestly, from between her open legs afterwards, as she stroked the side of his face. "You're my Goddess."

"And your Goddess loves you too my darling," she would reply with a blissful smile. "Now let's see how quickly you can make me cum again."

And he would grin like a silly boy and she would direct his head back down between her legs. And then Tim would be at it again, doing what he did best, doing what he had been carefully trained to do, and Helen would sigh, stretch out, close her eyes and smile contentedly.