URL: http://web.archive.org/web/20130723065940/http://www.literotica.com/s/the-mom-memories-ch-17
Author: alwayswantedto
Title: The Mom Memories Ch. 17
Tags: The Mom Memories Ch. 17, alwayswantedto, mom, son, mom-son, mother, mature, anal, seduction, reluctance, tease, mother/son

Summary: Secret group exchanges maternal memories.

All characters are 18 years or older.

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I reviewed the video for the whole morning. It started with Mary walking down the
hallway with my mother, presumably after finishing their morning coffee together.
Mom entered her room while Mary walked on and walked into my old room, now occupied
by my father. Almost as soon as Mary disappeared, Paul appeared and quickly slipped
down the hall and into Mom's room.

She was waiting for him, holding her arms out as he now leisurely sauntered toward
her, bending into her embrace for a long morning kiss. It seemed familiar, like the
scene had been played before. As Paul continued to kiss my mother, she pulled her
knee back until her foot was dangling just over her thigh, near her butt, and draped
a silk scarf over her lover's shoulder. Paul slowly wound the scarf around her thigh
and her ankle, wrapping it in a figure eight several times before he tied it, securing
her foot firmly to her thigh.

They kissed again. A long, slow kiss. Afterward, Mom pulled her other knee back and
Paul a similar scarf, laying on the bed, to similarly secure her other foot to her
remaining thigh. Again they kissed but this time Paul fondled Mom's bare pussy, continually
rubbing and stroking. She was glistening when their kiss finally ended.

Gently, Paul lifted Mom's hand and laid it near her tied ankle. Mom held it there
while he searched for another scarf on the bed. A minute later her hand was bound
too. Another long kiss and contemporary manipulation of Mother's slit. When the kiss
ended, Mom's free hand was tied to her leg in the same fashion. She was now laying
with her knees pulled far back, ankles tied down to the back of her thighs, and wrists
ties to her ankles. Her pussy was, bare, shaved, open and wet and her eyes sparkled
with anticipation.

Paul got up and left.

Fifteen minutes passed before he returned. Amazingly, Mom's pussy was visibly soaked.
Her eyes were still sparkling but the message they conveyed was more need than anticipation.
She was breathing quickly.

Paul calmly walked over and sat next to her on the bed. For several minutes he did
nothing. Then he rested his hand lightly on her left, upturned buttock and began moving
it is a slow circle, then stretching up to stroke the back of her thigh all the way
to her knee. Eventually, he crossed, past Mom's pouting pussy, to caress her other
thigh. Before he got up he quickly inserted his fingers into her wet hole, and then
he was gone again.

His return was longer in coming this time and Mom was panting, her eyes desperate.
He walked quickly to the bed, picked up a feather and held it high for Mom to see,
before lowering it toward her waiting, quivering genitals.

Smack! Mom gasped aloud. Paul had dropped the feather and spanked her exposed butt
cheek. Smack! Smack! He repeated his open hand slaps. Mom's gasps were similarly repeated.


Now the feather stroked over her pulsing pussy, tenderly, caressing, loving. Up her
thighs, first one and then the other, then over her begging lips, her wet lips.

"Ohhhhhh, you do that so well."

"Shhhhhhh, now. Just enjoy it. Don't talk or you're ruin it."

The feather traveled up and down Mom's thighs and between to caress her breasts, her
stiff nipples, and then on to slip across her mouth before playing over the rest of
her face before retracing its path down to her throbbing sex.

Paul picked up the long white cylinder I had seen earlier. Suddenly, it began buzzing.
He lowered it between her legs, almost to her pussy before flicking it sideways against
the inside of her thigh where he let it throb against her leg. Up, he lifted the vibrator
so Mom could see it clearly and then down again only to once more teasingly bump against
her other leg. Carefully, he set the vibrator down, below Mom's upturned ass, almost
touching her. He got up and walked out.

Paul appeared in the kitchen and poured himself a cup of coffee. Mary appeared from
Dad's room and glanced at Mom's closed door, a slight frown crossing her face. She
must have heard the vibrator. She joined her son in the kitchen and poured herself
a cup of coffee, drinking while preparing some medicine destined for my father, chatting
to Paul. Paul waited for several minutes after Mary left, quietly finishing his coffee
as he read the morning paper.

Mom was beside herself when he came in. She had be trying to get to the vibrator but
only succeeded in settling her tailbone on its tip which must have exacerbated her
need without proving much fulfillment.

Paul sat down and pulled the vibrator away.

Smack! Smack! Smack!

Then the loving touch. Gentle, loving, caressing. He bent over to rain light kisses
on the back of her thighs, nibbling, coming close to her craving pussy but never touching
it. Again, he trailed the feather up and down her thighs, over her tits, all around
her face and then down and over her pussy, again and again.

He held his hand up as if he was about to slap her ass again, swooped down, slowing
at the last moment to push his fingers inside, pushing far into her and then shaking
and vibrating his hand, almost lifting Mom off the bed. She was moaning now, trying
to lift herself from the bed, to impale herself further on his invasive hand, goading
him, almost begging to be reamed even more.

Paul kept working his fingers inside her. Twisting and thrusting, way in. Was he preparing
her for his large, bulbous cock? Just when he almost had his whole hand inside, he
suddenly pulled out. Mom lay gasping, waiting, as if she'd expected it. The vibrator
returned but this time brought electric ecstasy directly to Mom's quivering quim.
Deftly, he played my mother like he knew exactly how and when to move the shivering
stick to extract the maximum appreciation from her longing body. But before she could
come, he pulled it away and shut it off.

He watched as her craving subsided, as her quivering thighs relaxed. Buzzzzz, the
vibrator came back to life. Gently, he laid the buzzing love stick directly on Mom's
pussy, lining it up to lay between her nether lips, passing the handle into her hand,
waiting until she had it firmly in her fingers. Again, he got up and left.

Downstairs, Paul had lunch with his mother. He ate a sandwich while she had a salad.
They both drank another cup of coffee before Mary prepared a tray with lunch and more
pills for my Dad. Paul carried the tray upstairs, Mary again glancing at my mother's
door. Paul was saying something about heading off to school but when he exited Dad's
room he went straight into Mom's room.

Inside, he disrobed. Completely. His odd-shaped cock wobbled between his legs as he
walked toward my mother, in the desperate throes of who knows how many orgasms. She
watched at him all the way. Or rather, she stared at his weird cock, too weak to hold
up its enormous head. As Paul placed his knees on the bed, Mom dropped the vibrator
and tried to twist herself toward him. She needed to be fucked.

Paul grasped her feet and turned her up and toward him, immediately pushing the massive
head of his deformed cock against her soaked and raw pussy. He pushed. Even after
this much preparation, there was resistance, like the first push into a woman's ass.
He persisted, pushing steadily, gaining slowly, until the head disappeared into her
cunt. Mom's mouth was wide open, her head bobbing with the effort to accommodate him.


She looked delirious as he started to fuck her. Not hard, not fast. Just slow and
steady, untying the scarves as he rocked into her, increasing his pace. When she was
finally free, he lifted her ankles high in the air and slid his hands down the outside
of her legs until he was gripping her thighs just above her butt. Mom locked her ankles
around his neck.

"Fuck me," she whispered intensely. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me."

Her words seemed to drive him as he thrust harder with every expletive demand.

It became frenetic until they were frantically moaning and groaning with every thrust.
It wasn't long before they were in a desperate clutch, exchanging fluids, pushing
and rubbing hard against each other. When he pulled out he was still dripping even
though his cream oozed out of her full pussy. He trailed up her torso, dripping over
her tummy and onto her tits.

"I can't believe how much you cum," Mom said. "It's unbelievable."

She looked up at him as he squeezed the last drops onto her neck.

"Call her in. Show your mommy how much her son can cum." She laughed out loud.

Paul walked away from her without saying a word, picked up his clothes and dressed
in silence. He took his time and when he finished, he walked out.

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I felt like I'd seen too much of my mother, that I no longer wanted her. I took a
break.

Later in the day, I visited the locker and retrieved several boxes filled mostly with
letters but there were also some old VHS tapes. I couldn't watch them until I found
an old VHS player but I did begin searching through the letters. I was thrilled to
see letters from Grant, Jack, Mark, Craig, William and Evan. I picked up the one from
Grant whom I told you about in Chapters 5 and 11.

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Mom was cooking something on the stove. I'm not sure what and I didn't look as I shuffled
past to the coffee pot, mumbling "morning," not yet quite awake. The past week had
been uneventful and I was resigned to waiting at least a few weeks before having another
chance at her. I added milk, spilling some on the counter and walked over to sit at
the table before getting something to eat. As I sipped my coffee, my eyes wandered
to my mother, to her big fluffy slippers, up her bare calves and to her behind, or
at least what I could see of it covered as it was by her thick terry cloth housecoat.
Still, it moved interestingly as she slowly stirred the pot on the stove. My ears
perked when she began talking about Dad.

"Come over and keep me company while I cook this," she said.

Grumbling, I got up and scuffed my way over, leaning against the fridge and drinking
my coffee while she continued to talk. She was talking about the time she finally
managed to still Dad's wandering eye.

"... and that was it," she said. "One day I just happened to wear a pair of slacks
that was too tight around my butt. Well, your father was beside himself. All the way
home he was on about how he had sat on the bench in the middle of the mall and watched
guy after guy staring at my butt when their wives weren't looking. Even the young
shop boys looked he said."

Mom stopped stirring and laughed, looking up and away as if watching a recording of
the scene from long ago. She stared to stir again and continued, "It was a good thing
you and your sister weren't home. He was in such a rush, he bumped into me on the
way up the stairs and I dropped all my bags but instead of helping, he started pulling
my pants down. By the time I crawled to the top he had them off and he was on me."


Mom fell silent but she continued to stir.

"That was the first time," she said in a lowered voice. There was a long pause while
she continued to stir silently.

Sensing that she might be getting into a mood, I gently prodded.

"The first time ..."

She didn't respond and I was about to nudge her again when she whispered, "He took
me from behind."

I almost dropped my cup. Recovering, I quickly finished my coffee and walked past
Mom to set it on the counter, returning to stand behind her, the blood already rushing
to my genitals.

Mom's spoke again, her voice resuming its normal tone. "It was a regular thing after
that, shopping at malls all over town, even other places, just so Dad could follow
and watch men look at my butt. I had to wear pants that emphasized my ass, especially
anything that would divide my cheeks no matter how uncomfortable. But he didn't have
eyes for other women, so I put up with it."

Mom kept stirring, adding some spices to the pot now and then.

"And then one day, he didn't want to go out anymore. He always found a way to pat
me on the ass when you kids weren't looking, or he'd get you to go out and play so
he could play with my bottom, especially while I was cooking, like this."

"Really?" I asked, stepping closer so my pajamas brushed lightly against Mom's terry
cloth robe, placing my hands on her hips.

"Yeah. I'd fetch something that I had to bend over to get and the next thing you'd
know, he'd be right behind me." Mom laughed softly. "Sometimes I teased him terribly."
She pushed her bum back, bumping me lightly on the front of my pajamas. "Like that,"
she laughed louder. "It never failed."

Mom's voice lowered again. "But then he started getting fixated. He wanted me to walk
around in my panties when you kids weren't home. And then he wanted me to just wear
an apron. As soon as you were out of the house on the weekends, I had to put on the
apron and pretend I was cooking while he stared at my bare butt and touched it until
he got really worked up and I'd run upstairs and he'd try to catch me like that first
time."

Mom stirred for a few more minutes without saying anything. This time I was afraid
to disturb her reverie lest I derail her from the path I hoped she was following.
I had managed to pull her back a bit to nestle against my pajamas but I didn't dare
push in case I interrupted her train of thought. Please go on, I thought.

With a tiny extra push, almost a rub, Mom began speaking softly.

"Then, one day, he started doing strange things. He'd been hugging me, you know, standing
behind me, kissing my neck and stroking my back. Oh he did that so nicely, you know,
running his fingers up and down my back." She paused. "Gosh, it's hot in here." She
began to fidget.

No, don't stop, my inner voice was shrill. Please don't quit.

"I think I'm getting a flash. I'm so hot." She was wriggling around now. "Baby, help
me get my robe off."

Quickly, I reached around and undid the belt on Mom's robe and pulled it from her
shoulders, pausing to let her get each arm out, one at a time so she could keep stirring
the pot. After draping it over a kitchen chair, I turned back to see Mom stirring
the stove, dressed only in a thigh-length nightie cut in a deep U shape that bared
her back. The material was so thin I could see a long shadow defining the divide between
her cheeks. My boner stiffened markedly. Why wouldn't Dad be fixated on her butt?
I stood behind her but made sure my eager member didn't touch her bottom.

"Thanks sweetie."

Mom continued to stir but was silent for a long time. I kept myself busy staring at
the smooth womanly skin of her back, the swell of her buttocks, and the bulge of her
breasts at her side. At some point, I began stroking her back, lightly dragging the
fingers of both hands up and down, following the edge of her nightie from her shoulders
until they met at the base of her spine. Over and over, as soft as I could manage.
When she still didn't speak, I couldn't help prompting her.

"So, Dad was doing strange things?"

"Yes," she said quietly, staring into the pot.

"Like what?" I matched her quiet tone.

"Well, he put his fingers on my butt. He was always patting it, but this time he slipped
his fingers between, you know, like, between my cheeks."

Mom shuddered.

"It felt so weird," she whispered.

I hazarded a touch on Mom's bottom, thrilling to the free feel of her loose cheeks.


"No," she said. My hand froze.

"He was always doing that. It was right in there, you know, in between."

I moved my hand toward the middle of Mom's ass, lining its edge up with her crack.


"Yeah, like that," she said. "Except, since it was your Dad, and I was only wearing
an apron, he pushed his fingers right into my bare ass."

"Oh," I said, not sure what to say or do.

"And then he did it," Mom said.

"What?" I whispered.

There was a long pause. I let the edge of my fingers push deeper between her cheeks,
pinching her nightie in.

"He spit on me," Mom whispered.

"He spit on you?" I was incredulous. I couldn't imagine my father treating my mother
badly. I knew he loved her.

"Yes. It shocked me, but before I could react he did it again. But this time, it was
more like a dribble. I could his spit running down my back. He spit again, a wetter
one, and it pushed the rest faster down my into my bum, running into my crack like
a little river. He grabbed my cheeks, one in each hand, and pulled them apart with
his thumbs, I guess to let his spit get right in there. I could feel it oozing through
my crack. Then he spit again, almost gobbing, right at the top of my ass. It ran slower,
like hot toffee, flowing like hot lava into my ass."

Mom stopped. She was panting, gasping for air. I was having difficulty breathing myself.
I pulled her nightie up to her waist and held it there, staring at her bare ass. She
was oblivious.

"Then he ... oh god ... when it dripped down, he smeared it all around with his thumbs.
It was so strange. Nobody had ever touched me there. It felt weird, but good, and
that shocked me. And just then, he pushed one of his thumbs inside. I don't which
one, but he poked it right inside my bum." Mom followed up with a few short gasps,
each followed by a quick intake of air.

I leaned down, put my mouth near the top of Mom's ass and went for broke. I squeezed
out a large stream of saliva, opening her cheeks to let it drool down her crack. As
it neared her little hole I moved my right hand below, stopping the flow with my fingers,
forcing it to pool around her crinkly brown door. I could hear her panting quicken.
Was she thinking of Dad that day or reacting to me?

I drooled out another mouthful of saliva, moved my mouth lower and used my tongue
to urge the goo along. Was that moan for me? No matter. She was ready. I slid my finger
inside and quickly moved it back and forth as I discovered how easily it slipped through
her dark little entrance. A second finger followed. I shoved them both in and out
several times. She's getting fucked right here, I thought, desperately trying to pull
my pajamas down with one hand. Mom must have realized what I was doing because she
suddenly lurched forward off my impaling fingers and stumbled out of the kitchen,
catching me completely off guard.

"No, the children. They'll be home soon."

What? The children? What the fuck was she talking about.

I stumbled after her, dragging my pajamas off as I went. Mom was halfway up the stairs
by the time I passed through the doorway, discarding my pajamas on the floor. I caught
her near the top but she struggled up to the landing before I pushed her onto the
carpet, kneeing her legs apart and pushing my cock against her butt.

"No! The children."

"Fuck the kids," I yelled, my cock nudging against her slick anus. I pushed and the
head popped inside.

"Uggggh," Mom responded.

I pushed, forcing myself in, slowly widening her.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," Mom moaned, and then, "ugghh, unnghhhh, unnggghh," as I stared pumping
into her ass, nudging her along the hallway.

We reached her bedroom doorway by the time we came. She fell flat to the floor and
I collapsed on her. A few minutes later, she pulled herself ahead away from me and
stumbled over to the her bed, falling face first onto the mattress. I struggled up
and followed her, cum dripping from my half hard cock.

I scrabbled up onto the bed and straddled her thighs. Spreading her cheeks with my
hands I stared at her asshole, my cum oozing out. My cock stiffened so fast I thought
it would snap. Guided it down into the pool of white goo, I pushed in, relishing in
the loud grunt from my mother's lips that my effort produced.

"Oh, god. I love it," she cried as I started our second ass fuck that morning, a long
one with lots of moaning and grunting. It exhausted us. I'm surprised we even heard
my sister coming in the door with her kids. I ran to my room.

Just before the commercials ended, I turned off the lamp beside me. Aunt Janice kept
her eyes on the TV, as she had all along, but Mervin quickly looked and then turned
his lamp off too.

"Like the movies," he laughed.

Seconds later, under cover of darkness broken only by the flickering light of the
TV, I slipped another button undone. Although I was by no means adept, Aunt Janice
watched the TV as if nothing untoward was happening. I slipped my hand inside her
shirt and had my way with her tits. I retreated during the next set of commercials
but quickly resumed my attack until the show was over, doing up my aunt's buttons
to cover my tracks near the end. I was glad the room was dark. My pajamas did little
to hide my huge boner.

"Lights on, boys. Time for bed," Aunt Janice ordered, stretching and yawning. "Come
on. Upstairs, Mervin."

I picked up the remote and displayed the movie listings as Aunt Janice and Mervin
started up the stairs. "There's a good movie on," I said. "Do you want to watch it?"


"I'm going to bed," Aunt Janice replied.

"It's a chick flick," I called out.

"I'm too tired," she said, shuffling up the stairs behind Mervin.

Though momentarily crushed, elation soon returned. What an incredible night. I was
sure I could repeat this Sunday night. No need to wait until Mervin's show. In fact,
it would be better to avoid his show so I could play with Aunt Janice all on my own.
I just needed to get her to stay downstairs after he went to bed.

I was watching the start of the movie and about to touch myself when I heard her coming
down the stairs. Was she just getting some tea for bed? Had she forgotten something?


If my boner could have become harder, it would have. I was again glad for the darkness
when Aunt Janice sat down on the couch, beside me. Not at the other end now that Mervin
wasn't there, but right next to me.

"Is it any good?" she asked.

"Yeah. I think it's a good one," I answered, putting my arm behind her on the couch.


"I don't think I've seen this one," she said, nestling into the couch and even snuggling
my way a bit.

I didn't answer. I didn't want to talk. I wanted her to settle in and watch, leaving
me to my own interests. She seemed happy to do that and before I ventured to continue
our little game, she reached behind her left shoulder and pulled my hand tighter around
her neck, expelling a satisfied sigh as her eyes intensified on the screen. I slipped
my free hand down to her front and began undoing her buttons, making no attempt to
hide my action. I continued right away to the second and then, with a little trepidation,
I unfastened the remaining buttons.

I stopped to enjoy the sight of her shirt completely undone, slightly parted all the
way down the middle to reveal her skin underneath in the flickering light. She lay
there waiting, chest rising and falling smoothly, moving in concert with the smooth
oval of her navel riding on her small but almost forty tummy. I slipped my hand inside.


Within five minutes I pushed the pajama lapels back, exposing her breasts in the twilight,
nipples stabbing up, reaching for more of the twisting, pulling, rubbing attention
that they had experienced more of in the last two hours than in the previous ten years.
Her only move in response to my lowered head was to stretch her neck up and to the
side so she could keep watching the movie. I sucked her nipple in, a long worshipping
suck, squeezing it against the roof of my mouth and then pushing it out with my tongue.
Oh, the sweet sound of my aunt's moan, the exciting sense of her acceptance.

I sucked and sucked her tits, right through the commercials. Her eyes closed when
the commercials started and didn't open when the movie started again. Eventually,
while sucking her nipple deep into my mouth, I let my hand wander down over her tummy,
over her deep navel, and onto her flannel pajama bottoms. I followed the dip into
her pelvis and then the rise of her pubic mound. Resting my hand there, unable to
proceed further because of her tightly closed legs, I let her tit fall from my mouth,
leaving only a fine strand of saliva to connect us.

"Open," I whispered.

Her thighs squeezed tighter and her knees rose as her toes pushed her heels up from
the floor, tensing the muscles in her legs.

"Open," I gently commanded.

Slowly, she relaxed, her pelvis seeming to spread but her legs didn't open.

I waited, patiently, my hand poised above her closed crotch. I remained silent.

Like creaking doors to an ancient tomb, her thighs gradually parted. I didn't move
until they stopped and then slowly, confidently, I pushed my hand over her mound and
pressed my fingers into the damp flannel covering her pussy.

Aunt Janice moaned loudly. My mouth closed over her tit and sucked her nipple hard,
pulling it deep into my mouth. My hand began to move, following an oval path, tracing
her pussy lips, fingers pressing, rubbing. Little by little, I increased my pace,
following the same ground, pressing in harder, pushing the wet flannel between her
pussy lips, pressing the heel of my hand down hard onto her clit. Soon, I was rubbing
her aggressively and she was moving her hips frantically, thrusting against my hand,
thighs clenching, moaning loudly.

I dropped her tit from my mouth and tried to kiss her but she was too far gone. I
hugged her, pressing my cheek to hers as her arms flew around my shoulders, pulling
me tightly to her, incredibly tight. Her legs were now clamped around my hand and
my movements were pulling her whole pelvis around. I could feel her fucking her pussy
at me, desperately seeking release. Finally, it came, in one long spasm that I thought
would break my wrist. Then she fell, limp into the couch, almost like she had passed
out.

The movie continued. My breath, and hers, returned to normal. I alternated between
listening to her breathing, to the movie, and for any signs from upstairs that would
signal we had disturbed Mervin.

Aunt Janice didn't speak. Was she waiting for me to go so we wouldn't have to face
each other? Perhaps, but I didn't want to leave. She was so beautiful, laying there,
her shirt apart, breasts heaving and nipples still hard, legs open with my hand flopped
between, draped over her covered pussy. Aunt Janice kept her eyes closed.

I was still incredibly horny. My cock was super hard, pushing up against my pajamas
hard enough to form a circus tent. I looked down at my hand and slowly dragged it
up, over her now wet flannel. She pulsed against me as my hand scraped by, still sensitive.
My palm reached the bare skin of her tummy, followed by my fingers. I paused there,
loving the feel of her warm skin.

Then, abandoning the course I originally intended to pursue, to play with her breasts,
I slipped my hand downward again, but this time my fingers dug underneath the flannel
pajamas and moved quickly across her increasingly warm skin, over her wet mound and
back to its original position, cupping her pussy.

"No," my aunt whispered.

I didn't move.

"No," she repeated.

I twiddled my fingers, just barely.

"Don't," she said, more quietly.

My fingers continued to move, gently, slowly, inserting themselves between her soaked
lips. Moving, rocking, side to side and just a little bit up and down.

There was no sound from my aunt.

More quickly now, my fingers loved her pussy, taking command, not afraid of the squishy
liquid sounds that rose above the low, approving moans now emanating from Aunt Janice's
throat.

There was no objection when my fingers first dug inside, exploring the wet, pink hole
within. I pressed my lips down to her mouth. This time, her face reached toward me,
her arms encircling my neck to pull me down. Her body arched up in ecstasy as my tongue
filled her mouth and my fingers dug further inside her pussy. She went rigid as my
hand began moving, my fingers frigging her cunt.

When the kiss ended, she slumped back into the couch, surprising me when her eyes
opened, looking up first to my excited face and then down to my equally excited cock
poking up beneath my pajamas. My aunt reached across with her left hand, squeezed
under the elastic of my pajamas, and took hold of my almost bursting hardon. Her wild
eyes returned to my face as her hand began jerking my meat, demanding a response,
her small fist closing tightly over my shaft. Quickly, we both increased our pace,
panting loudly, gasping for air, somehow matching our strokes. I twisted my torso,
slipping my cock between her tits, her hand still yanking as my spurts burst onto
her chest, splashing on her neck and the bottom of her jaw. I groaned, only dimly
aware that she was moaning too, cumming for a second time.

We kissed, and hugged and nuzzled for awhile. Nothing was said. We just stayed close.
After awhile I got up and we both walked upstairs, holding hands, and went to our
respective beds.

The next night, after Mervin went to bed, Aunt Janice came downstairs to watch a movie
with me again. I had turned the lights off, which Mervin hadn't copied me on this
time, and was waiting, my eyes on the TV. I was surprised when she sat down next to
me, right beside me again, but wearing a full length robe. What was this?

As Aunt Janice started to watch the movie, I tentatively moved my hand to her robe,
a little unsure of myself. But she didn't object as I tugged the belt loose and I
almost cried aloud in glee when I parted the robe and found my aunt beautifully naked
underneath. The unkempt bush that I had assaulted so long the night before was now
neatly trimmed and I couldn't help ignoring her tits and moving directly there to
cup her bare pussy in my hand. She laughed, amused by my eagerness, my lack of guile.


"Like that, do you?" she asked huskily, smiling as her hand reached into my pajamas,
slipping over my head and down my rigid shaft.

My head lowered to suck her tit into my mouth as my hand rubbed her pussy. In response
to her long, sighing moan, I whispered, "Like that, do you?"

After that, we were busy. Her stroking, me stroking, me sucking. After she came, I
continued to kiss and suck her nipples, my outstretched hand having never left her
pussy. Her hips once again began to react in time to my digging fingers and my own
cock reached toward her chest, as if in anticipation of last nights spillage through
her tits. Aunt Janice used her free hand to pull my pajamas down over my hips and
ass to my thighs. I twisted more toward her, reaching toward her breasts but was surprised
when she ducked down and took me into her mouth.

I couldn't help thrusting. In and out. It looked a little uncomfortable for her but
I couldn't stop and I was relieved when she adjusted herself to somehow accommodate
me better. I pulled back suddenly when I felt I was about to explode, partly because
I was afraid to loose a blast right into her mouth and partly because I didn't want
this to end yet.

Looking down at my fingers shoved into her pussy, I used my free hand to push her
leg up. Aunt Janice pulled her other leg back in a matching movement. I dropped my
hand down to manipulate her clit while I continued pushing the other in and out of
her, working further and further inside her slippery lips. Soon, I hand several fingers
inside her cunt and Aunt Janice had closed her eyes. She was holding her legs back,
hands behind her knees, to keep herself spread and open for me.

Looking down, a new idea popped into my head. Kneeling against the couch, I lowered
myself until my cock was near but I didn't move until I suddenly pulled my fingers
out of her pussy, grabbed my cock and quickly shoved it into her cunt. Her eyes flew
open as I pushed into her surprisingly tight channel. She was tight deep inside. When
was the last time she'd been fucked?

She didn't say anything to stop me. I was already in, after all, but I knew she hadn't
wanted things to go this far. But she didn't say no or don't or anything, or even
try to impede my progress. It was just the look on her face.

That changed after I finally got all the way in and started to fuck her. She closed
her eyes again and I could tell she really loved it. I sped up and really had at her
until I felt like I was about to come. Slowing, I pulled out and twisted her to lay
lengthways on the couch, more comfortable for her, then pushed her legs back and tilted
her ass up toward me, entered and again really started down on her. Our first incredible
fuck. I slowed to a stop several more times before having at he again until eventually
I loosed my seed inside her with a huge gasping groan.

After recovering, I gathered her robe about her and pulled on my discarded pajamas,
turned off the TV and followed Aunt Janice up the stairs. She seemed to understand
when I followed her into her room. She simply closed the latch she used so Mervin
couldn't wake her up too early in the morning. When she came out of the bathroom I
was laying on my back in the middle of her bed, cock standing straight up. That faint
smile played across her lips as she walked calmly toward the end of the bed, climbed
on and walked deliberately forward on her knees, straddling me until she was poised
above my cock. Her smile widening only sightly, she lowered herself down, slipping
like a tight glove over my cock.

I fucked Aunt Janice every night for the next two weeks. She was the most awesome
woman I had ever been with in my short sexual career by a long, long shot.

Then my Mom came for an unannounced visit.

