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Author: alwayswantedto
Title: The Mom Memories: Gerry's Story
Tags: The Mom Memories: Gerry's Story, alwayswantedto, mom, son, reluctant, tease, teasing, seduction, milf, mother, teasing, mother/son

Summary: Secret group exchanges maternal memories.

This is Gerry's story from Chapter 17, finished here.

All characters are 18 years or older.

Part 1. Living With Aunt Janice

I sent this letter after hearing about your group even though it's about my Aunt Janice.
Aunt Janice is my Mom's younger sister by about five years but you can definitely
tell they're sisters. Janice's hair is a darker red than Mom's almost blonde color,
but other than that, they're quite similar. They are both quite pretty with slim yet
well-endowed figures for their small frames which makes their waists seem even narrower.


Janice lived alone with her son. but that wasn't why men didn't want to become involved
with such a pretty woman. Mervin was slow and all the men Janice met didn't want to
be tied up with him. It was a shame, because she would definitely make some guy really
happy, at least that's what I overheard my mom once say to my Dad. Mom went on to
say that her sister had given up on men, considering them more trouble than they were
worth, and certainly not worth the disruption they caused in her and Mervin's life.
So my Aunt and my cousin lived alone in the city.

Mervin was almost as old a me and, like my mother and aunt, we looked enough alike
to be mistaken for brothers. But Mervin was different. He was quite slow, always had
been, but he was also very good natured and happy. He was a nice kid to be around
but he had some odd behaviors which we tolerated as family but Janice's men friends
couldn't handle, even Mervin's father who had run off so many years ago.

I always liked it when Janice came out from the city to visit us but I wasn't all
that thrilled when Mom suggested I stay with her while I went to college instead of
commuting fifty miles a day. It would save gas money, be cheaper than living in the
dorms, and help Janice out, Mom said. I couldn't really argue. Mom's mind was made
up.

So I ended up staying with Aunt Janice and Mervin in the our grandparent's old house
that she and Mom had grown up in. It was one thing to visit, another to live together.
I wasn't happy. That is, until I discovered that several nights a week Janice changed
into turtle neck shirts in the evening, with seemingly nothing underneath.

The best part came when I found out why Aunt Janice, or just Janice as she now insisted
I call her, preferred this kind of clothing. I had started to fantasize that she was
flirting with me since she didn't dress like that when she was out during the day.
I remembered Mom saying it wasn't healthy her shunning men for so long. Maybe she
was lonely, and being in close proximity to someone more manly than Mervin was affecting
her. But alas, my night time fantasies were just that, dreams.

We had been watching Mervin's favorite show on TV after a nice roast chicken dinner,
with mashed potatoes and mashed turnips and carrots, a favorite of mine. Mervin was
ready for bed, dressed in his pajamas, which he had to do or he couldn't watch his
show. I had put on pajamas too at Janice's request so Mervin wouldn't make a fuss.
During the last half hour of the show, Mervin shocked me by turning to his Mom as
soon as the commercials started and touching her breasts.

Though stunned, at first I stared as he playfully poked at her loose breasts, but
then I became embarrassed and looked away. Janice's face reddened as she pushed Mervin's
hands away.

"Mervin," she whispered, "we talked about this. Now stop it."

Mervin laughed and batted at her ample breasts, giggling when they jostled about.
His attention was focused on a new toy and I knew Janice's protests were futile, as
I'm sure she did too. Nevertheless, she kept trying to keep her son at bay.

"Mervin. It's not polite to play this game in front of guests." Aunt Janice whispered
intensely but quietly and directly to Mervin, reminding her son of a pact they had
made but also trying to keep it between themselves.

As soon as his show started again, Mervin's pestering stopped and he showed no further
interest in his mother's assets. But I sure did. I watched Janice from the corner
of my eye as she sat on the couch between me and Mervin. Well, I guess to be honest,
I looked at her chest. I tried to be circumspect but I think my aunt was aware of
my attention. The two of us sat in uncomfortable silence while Mervin enjoyed his
show.

During the next set of commercials, Mervin renewed his game. This time, I kept my
eyes averted, which may have contributed to Janice's new tactic of silently suffering
through his antics instead of fighting him off. Perhaps she figured this would draw
less attention or he would lose interest more quickly. It was partially successful.
Mervin giggled less but he still played with his mom's breasts, in a childish fashion,
until his show started.

I noticed, through my sneaky peeks as we watched the TV, that though Mervin may have
been playing a childish game, Janice had reacted. Her chest was rising and falling
more rapidly, possibly due to her displeasure about her son putting us in such an
awkward situation, but the two now prominent points poking through her turtleneck
suggested another explanation.

The implications turned over in my mind until Mervin's show ended and he began complaining
about having to go to bed but Janice soon had him on his way with a promise to come
upstairs and tuck him in. So after a quick hug for me, Mervin bounded up the stairs.
As soon as he was gone, Janice turned sheepishly toward me.

"I'm sorry about that, Gerry. I've tried everything under the sun to make Mervin stop
doing this but he doesn't understand. I never should have let him start in the first
place but he was quite sad last year and it was the only thing that made him smile.
I thought he'd tire of it, like everything else, but he hasn't yet."

"That's ok, Aunt Janice. I don't mind." I was still a little embarrassed, though mostly
because I was still acutely aware of my aunt's chest, and the way it now so strenuously
filled her shirt.

"No, it's not right. I'll speak to Mervin about it." Janice started to get up from
the couch but I put my hand out to stop her.

"No, Aunt Janice. Mervin shouldn't be uncomfortable in his own home. It's ok with
me and I won't say anything to anybody. It's none of their business." The intensity
in my voice surprised me.

Janice relaxed and smiled. "You're such a good boy." She gave me a quick peck on the
cheek and then a hug which I very much enjoyed, especially the feel of her loose breasts
pressing against my left shoulder and breast. She pulled away and smiled again, "I
thought I told you to call me Janice."

She got up and went to tuck Mervin in bed. I watched her walk away, noting how her
hips flared out from her narrow waist and how well the black material of her slacks
molded over her buttocks, still shapely despite her age.

* * *

Nothing happened the next night which was disappointing because I had been looking
forward to it all day. I thought Janice had spoken to Mervin but I was wrong. Evidently
Mervin only played this game during his favorite show, and it was on only three nights
a week. I found this out the next night when the show came on and Mervin began to
play as soon as the first set of commercials started.

At first, I kept my eyes averted but when Mervin became quite rambunctious, I turned
to look. I thought Janice would be embarrassed or angry but she simply put her hand
down by her side on the couch to grasp mine, squeezed it and smiled, her face wearing
an apologetic expression, mouthing a silent, "Thank you."

I was surprised. My aunt clearly appreciated my effort to not disturb Mervin in his
own home and evidently felt slightly indebted. I eventually lost my shyness in watching
Mervin play. Over the next two sets of commercials, I openly watched as he giggled
and pushed his mother's breasts around. In between, I even took longer glances at
my aunt's breasts, not bothering to hide my looks. Janice didn't seem to notice but
I'm sure she was aware of my gaze. During the last set of commercials, Mervin got
a little carried away. In his excitement, he pushed his mom's breasts around quite
roughly.

"Mervin," I rebuked my cousin loudly. "Be careful with your mom. Be gentle."

Surprised, Mervin immediately settled down and started to lightly nudge Janice's breasts
instead of mauling them.

"That's better," I said. "It isn't fun for your mom if you play too hard."

I reached across Janice to pat Mervin's shoulder but as I withdrew my hand he grabbed
it and pushed it directly onto the breast nearest me. Shocked, my hand rested there
a second or two before I tried to jerk it back but Mervin held it there, pressed tightly
on her breast.

"Don't fight him, Gerry. It'll just make it worse." Janice's soft voice calmed the
panic rising within me.

I relaxed and let my arm go limp. A few seconds later, Mervin pulled his hand off
mine. I was about to pull my hand away when Janice said, "I hope you don't mind just
playing along for a minute. He'll forget pretty quick."

Mind? Was she kidding? She had just asked me to touch her breast to make her kid happy.
I was certainly happy to keep my hand there as long as she wanted, as long as I could.
Mervin didn't pay any further attention to my hand but I didn't volunteer to remove
it. Instead, I left it there, unmoving, as if it was frozen to my aunt's breast. When
the show started its final segment, Mervin kept his hand pressed against the side
of his mother's left breast, perhaps because mine was still resting on her right.
So I kept mine there as the show played on.

After a few minutes, my hand 'thawed' and I enjoyed the fantastic sensation of my
hand fitting like a glove over my aunt's tit and though I tried desperately not to
move, my breathing nevertheless caused some motion. I turned to look at my aunt but
this time she didn't meet my gaze. She just stared at the TV.

I too focused on Mervin's show. At some point, I became aware of something poking
into my palm. Her nipple! Janice's tit was tightening under my loose grip and her
nipple was stiffening into the tender skin of my palm. The tip of my cock tingled
and excitement trickled through my growing boner. I was just getting up the courage
to react, to maybe squeeze her breast, when the show ended. Janice rose quickly and
chased Mervin up to bed ahead of her. She didn't come back down that night.

* * *

The next two days passed as if they were epochs. I couldn't wait for Mervin's show
to come on and yet I dreaded it too. What would I do if Mervin didn't invite me to
play?

I waited anxiously for the first set of commercials to start and was crushed when
Mervin seemed content to jostle his mother's breasts around on his own. He was gentle,
providing me with no excuse to interject for his mom's protection. I continued to
be depressed through the next segment, wishing Mervin would get overexcited again
during the second set of commercials.

But he didn't. He started quietly nudging Janice's left breast. My eyes wandered to
the kitchen and I was about to get up to make some hot chocolate when I felt a tug
on my arm.

"He doesn't want to play, Mervin," my aunt said. "Just play by yourself."

But Mervin, as always, was persistent, tugging harder on my arm.

"Mervin, leave him alone." Janice's voice grew stern.

Mervin ignored his mom and kept pulling at me. I turned toward Janice.

"You don't have to Gerry," she said, not looking at me.

"I don't mind, Aunt Janice," I replied, reaching over and depositing my hand lightly
on her breast, half afraid she would push it away and half afraid she knew how eager
I was to touch her.

Happy, Mervin continued lightly nudging his mother's breast, watching me for a minute
but then losing interest. His hand went still as soon as his show started, barely
brushing my aunt's breast. But I kept my hand resting heavily on Janice's breast and
after a couple of minutes I let my hand change its shape until her tit was enclosed
in my grasp, filling my hand. I turned to look at my aunt but she ignored my gaze
and stared at the TV.

Slowly, so slowly, I tightened my grip, applying the slightest pressure but still
purposely squeezing my aunt's tit. Almost immediately, I felt her nipple poke into
my palm. Using as much restraint as I could muster, I gently kneaded Janice's tit.
At one point, she looked over at her son, who was oblivious and focused on the show.
Satisfied, she returned her gaze to the TV. She didn't look at me.

I continued my subtle manipulation, relishing in the feel of her stiff nipple poking
at my hand, and even began pushing my palm against it, bending it off to the side
a few times as I pressed too hard. Janice never protested but twice more she looked
to see if Mervin noticed and then returned her eyes to the TV when she saw that he
hadn't. My cock was rock hard by the time the show had ended. I was glad I'd worn
my jeans and not changed into pajamas like the other nights. I felt a little guilty
when the show ended and started to mumble an apology about getting carried away when
she and Mervin stood up.

"Aunt Janice, I ..."

She leaned down and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek.

"I really do think it's time you just called me Janice," she whispered.

I was too stunned to reply and simply watched her body sway as she walked away, not
really able to focus on any particular feature. She didn't come back downstairs that
night which both surprised and disappointed me.

* * *

The next night was Saturday. Mervin's show wasn't on until Monday but he was keen
to watch another show. As usual, Janice asked him to get into his pajamas beforehand
and asked me if I would help by doing the same, which I did. I wanted to be helpful
in any way I could, hoping for a repeat of Friday night on Monday, which seemed an
eternity away.

When I came downstairs, Mervin was already seated and sampling the snacks Janice had
laid out on the coffee table. I sat down at the other end of the couch, leaving just
enough room for my aunt. Munching on a cookie and sipping from one of the mugs of
hot chocolate, my ear was tuned toward the kitchen, waiting for signs of Janice's
imminent arrival. The show started while her seat remained empty. After several minutes
and still no Janice, I noticed there were only two mugs on the table, the one untouched
in front of Mervin, and mine. There had also been no sound from the kitchen. Deflated,
I realized that my aunt was probably not joining us tonight.

Then I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. Turning, I saw Janice dressed in flannel,
men's style pajamas walking quietly toward us in bare feet. She stopped to turn off
the kitchen and hallway lights leaving only the lamps on the tables at either end
of the couch lighting the living room. My aunt looked so soft and feminine as she
moved and my eyes stayed on her. She smiled at me as she negotiated the coffee table
and sat down between us, the warmth of her thigh delighting me as it's softness pressed
against mine.

Janice watched the show intently though she could hardly be more interested in its
silliness than I. My eyes roamed over her pajamas, especially her chest. The flannel
was soft, like her, but it performed a more capable job of confining her womanly assets
than the turtlenecks Mervin, and now I, preferred. Still, the way her breasts rose
and fell with her breathing managed to enthrall and I was surprised by my bold observation
and her accommodation.

The commercials started and we all sat and watched. Mervin and his mother the TV,
and I her. Nothing happened. Mervin knew this wasn't his special show but I almost
sensed that Janice was waiting for something. Maybe it was just the tension in the
air but I convinced myself it was so. During the last commercial before the show started
again, I playfully nudged the side of my aunt's breast. She didn't respond but Mervin
looked right away. Again, I bumped her breast but this time a little harder, visibly
jostling it even through the cover of the thick flannel pajamas.

Mervin answered with a corresponding bump on the other breast. Several more bumps
followed, accompanied by a couple of mild rebukes from my aunt, "Boys, boys."

When the show started a moment later, Mervin quit and glued his eyes to the TV but
I kept my hand pressed to the side of Janice's right breast. As the show continued
and Mervin's attention became ever more riveted, I opened my hand and slipped it further
onto her breast, though still approaching from the side. My fingers cupped the underside,
taking full measure of the weight of her meaty swell while my thumb coursed over the
top of her stiffening nipple which I could just feel rising beneath the flannel.

"Boys and their toys," Janice sighed.

Mervin didn't seem to hear her, and she didn't look at either of us, but I read it
as a signal that I was free to play. I wasn't shy about applying light squeezes to
her tit and rubbing my thumb back and forth across her hard nipple though I tried
not to attract Mervin's attention. I didn't want this to descend into a silly game.
I wanted my aunt to enjoy my touch as the caress it was, to revel in it as much as
I.

And so I changed the game. When the commercials started, I quickly slipped my hand
away. Without a prompt to remind him, Mervin didn't renew his attack on his mother's
breast. After all, this wasn't the special show to which his mother had limited him,
probably so that she could control when his inappropriate behavior occurred.

But as soon as the show started and I could see Mervin immerse himself in it, I slipped
my hand back onto my aunt's tit, quickly renewing my squeezes and rubs, and the slow
dragging flicks of my thumb across her engorged nipple. I really wanted to fondle
her other breast but I was afraid that Mervin would see and want to play too.

They say the grass is always greener on the other side of the hill and I guess the
male exploring gene can't ignore the urge to find out if this is true. So I pushed
my hand across to Janice's other breast, but higher up on the swell of her chest so
I could slip in and hide under her flannel pajamas.

Janice didn't object. Ecstatic that I was able to touch her bare breast without censure,
it wasn't long before I tried to slip my hand lower to feel her bare nipple. But the
buttoned pajamas prevented me from reaching my goal. Slowly, so I wouldn't catch Mervin's
attention, and tentatively, in fear of rejection from my aunt, I moved my hand to
mid-chest and fiddled with the top button of her pajamas.

Time seemed to move in slow motion. Janice's beautiful chest swelled up and down under
my hand with her breathing while my eyes were intensely tuned to any sign of attention
or rejection. Finally, after an eon, the button slipped through and I felt the lapels
loosen. Pulling my hand back a few inches, I immediately slid forward again, underneath,
my hand gliding over soft, bare tit.

God. It was exquisite! To feel her turtleneck or pajama covered breasts was fantastic
but this was truly divine. The rub of her stiff nipple in the crook between my thumb
and finger, the tension of the skin covering her breast, were sensations I never wanted
to end. Her tit seemed to throb in my hand. Oh, god. I closed my thumb and finger,
pinching her nipple, rolling it between, pulling it back toward me. Fuck, this was
so hot. I wanted Mervin to leave. When would this show end? No, it couldn't end. Janice
would go upstairs to bed, like she always did. Please don't end.

The commercials started and I had to stop, though I was reticent to do so. They seemed
to drag on forever, probably because it was the mid-show set at the half hour but
they went on and on. Because he watched the commercials intently, Mervin never noticed
that his mother's shirt was open at the top. I focused on more important concerns.
Could I get another button undone? How could I get Janice to stay downstairs?

Just before the commercials ended, I turned off the lamp beside me. 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, 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. Janice fastened a button as soon as my
hand vacated her pajamas. I was glad the room was dark because my pajamas did little
to hide my huge boner.

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

I picked up the remote and displayed the movie listings as 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," Janice replied.

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

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

Though momentarily deflated, 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 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. Quickly, I turned off both lamps,
glad for the darkness when Janice sauntered into the room and sat down on the couch.
She sat 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 the small pout of her forty year old 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 excitement 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.

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
and 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.

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, lying there, shirt
parted, breasts heaving and nipples still hard, legs open with my hand flopped between,
draped over her covered pussy. 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 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, Janice came downstairs to watch a movie
with me again. I had turned the lights off, which Mervin hadn't copied 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 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 for 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. 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. 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 Janice had closed her eyes. She was holding her legs back, hands
behind her knees, to keep herself spread and open for me.

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 lie
lengthways on the couch, more comfortable for her, then pushed her legs back and tilted
her ass up toward me, re-entered and really started pounding on her. Our first incredible
fuck. I slowed to a stop several more times before having at her 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 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 lying
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 crawled
deliberately forward on her knees, straddling me until she was poised above my cock.
Her smile widened only sightly as she lowered herself, slipping like a tight glove
over my cock.

I fucked 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 Mom came for an unannounced visit.

Part 2. Siblings

Sitting in the kitchen sipping my second cup of coffee, I was just half way through
the reading for an assignment that was due in two days. Breakfast was done and Janice
had just upstairs to get dressed. Mervin was outside in the back yard so I was contemplating
a quick visit upstairs. I couldn't concentrate anyway with a mind full of late October
sunlight falling across Janice's body as she undressed.

We had been careless this morning. I had barely made it into Janice's large closet
before Mervin barreled into her room. She had just spread her legs and I was entering
her when we heard Mervin spring out of bed laughing and shouting that it was sunny
outside. It was close and I knew Janice was upset that I had fallen asleep and that
she had let me stay in her bed.

I was so horny, and thoughts of her body twisting in the sunlight, interspersed with
visions of her welcoming smile, firm breasts and open legs, turned me away from studying.
Shoving my chair back, I started to get up. Would I catch her naked? Maybe. Would
she be angry? Probably. Would she be excited? Yes. Would we fuck? Definitely.

"Surprise!"

My head jerked around as Mom burst into the kitchen. I hadn't heard her come in the
front door.

"Oh, my. It's after ten and you're not even dressed," Mom exclaimed. "I knew my sister
wouldn't keep your nose to the grindstone," she laughed, holding her arms open. "Give
us a big kiss."

I took two steps and folded my arms around my mother, my face flushing red because
of the illicit thoughts of Mom's sister still fading from my mind. My whole body tensed
as Mom pressed in and hugged me hard. Thoughts of Janice receded more slowly from
other parts of my body. Mom suddenly released her grip and I stepped back. My housecoat
fell open and Mom looked awkwardly away. Quickly, I pulled my robe together.

"I didn't know you were coming," I said, belting my robe, "or I would have been dressed."


"No matter, no matter." Mom turned away, flustered. "Is there any coffee left? Oh,
great."

She pulled a mug from the cupboard and poured herself a coffee. She must have felt
my boner when she hugged me, that's why she wasn't looking at me. Thank god it was
limp now. Jeez. Awkwardly, I stood in the middle of the room, unsure about what to
do, until Janice saved my bacon.

"Jessica," she cried, running past me with her arms flung wide.

"Hi, hi." Mom sounded relieved as she turned around and threw her arms around her
younger sister.

"How are you?"

"Great."

"Are you here for the weekend?"

"The whole week. If that's ok with you."

"Wonderful. We can go shopping."

"Oh, do we have to," Mom mocked. They giggled like young girls.

"Are you hungry? I was just about to make some lunch."

"It looks like Gerry just finished breakfast," Mom scolded.

"I know. It's hard to keep him out of bed," Janice teased. I almost spit in my coffee.


"Well, we'll have to beat that out of him," Mom teased, the tension between us now
gone.

"You better go get dressed, Gerry, before your mother gives you a spanking."

More giggles. I left.

A week? I thought as I climbed the stairs. I wasn't going to be able to fuck Janice
for a whole week? I had to go back to my hand? Now spoiled, I didn't think I could
take a whole week without the warmth and softness of Janice's body, the intimate nuzzles,
the sweet sounds she made as we made love. I loved my mother, but I wanted her to
go.

As I dressed, fear replaced my sense of loss. What if Janice spilled the beans? Mom
always said she couldn't keep a secret, not from her anyway. I rushed to get dressed
and promptly put my arm through the wrong sleeve, then tripped trying to pull my pants
up while prematurely stumbling toward the dresser to get some socks.

I couldn't leave them alone. I'd have to go shopping with them. No, wait. They'd do
that during the week when I was at school. No matter. If Janice was going to tell,
she'd do it before Monday. I had to stick to her like glue until then, especially
at night. If they were alone, Janice might let something slip, then feel guilty and
own up under interrogation from Mom. I couldn't let that happen.

Although I wasn't hungry, I ate lunch just to be with them. I was on pins and needles
throughout the afternoon but I was in the same room whenever they were together. Mom
did mention several times that it was odd for me to hang out with them all day but
Janice said it just showed how much I missed her. Mom seemed pleased with that explanation
and didn't question my presence again. Just before dinner, she even held out her arms
for another big hug. I didn't have a hardon then but Mom blushed anyway; I guess,
still harboring the memory of the morning incident.

For a second or two I panicked. Did she think I had a boner over Janice? No, of course
not. Over her? Don't be ridiculous. Mom would know guys got boners in the morning,
just 'cause. She was married, for Christ's sakes. Settle down, before you blow it.


After dinner, Janice asked me if I could help Mervin get ready for bed while she and
Mom cleared up the dishes. I hated the thought of leaving them alone but I couldn't
see a way out. Helping Mervin get into his pajamas consisted simply of constantly
reminding him to do it and keeping him away from distracting, more fun things to do.
It was like controlling a cat.

By the time we were done—I decided to change too so I didn't have to leave my aunt
and mom alone again until bedtime—Janice and Mom were sitting on the couch drinking
coffee and watching the late news while they chatted. Janice was wearing a white turtle
neck and stretchy black slacks while Mom wore an ordinary blouse and a loose, knee-length
skirt.

Upon seeing Janice dressed in her white turtleneck, Mervin charged the couch, leapt
over the table, and crashed onto the seat between his mother and aunt, bouncing several
times. Mom was shocked and Janice scolded him, yelling, 'How many times have I told
you not to jump on the furniture?' but Mervin kept yelling, 'My show, my show.'

From the look on Janice's face, I don't think she realized until then the mistake
she had made by putting on the white turtle neck. Mervin's favorite show wouldn't
be on until Monday, and this was Saturday night. What followed was an arduous affair
of convincing Mervin that his show was not, in fact, on that night. Mervin didn't
believe it and sat in front of the TV with the remote, endlessly cycling through the
channels until Mom asked me to take him upstairs so he wouldn't have the TV to remind
him that he should be upset. Janice had already gone up to change out of her turtleneck.


"Mervin," Mom coaxed, "Gerry has a new game to show you."

Mervin followed Mom and I upstairs and I took him back to his room to keep him amused
while Mom changed for bed too. We had just started a game of I Spy when I heard Mom
and Janice pass by Mervin's room on their way back downstairs. A pit grew in my stomach
as I imagined Janice spilling the beans during a private tête à tête.

It was some time later, when it was Mervin's turn to spy something, that he decided
to show me a secret instead. He waved me over to the far side of his bed and pulled
up the carpet in the corner to reveal an old, ornately designed grate in the floor.
He peered into the grate, then looked at me and laughed, covering his mouth with one
hand. I put my head next to his, and peered inside.

I was surprised to find that I could see through the grate to another one about 10"
inches below it that must be embedded in the ceiling of the living room. The couch
was almost directly below us. Mom and Janice were sitting on the couch, talking, and
had now changed from coffee to red wine.

Mervin giggled into his hand. "Watch TV," he whispered.

I strained to hear what the women were saying and had to shush Mervin, at first to
no avail, but less than a minute later he tired of watching our moms and left to find
something more fun. I pressed my nose against the grate and turned my head to the
side to hear better.

"I can't believe you're still doing the turtleneck thing with Mervin."

"I know, Jess. I just can't get out of it. I should have known better. It worked so
well at first. I was wearing a turtleneck the first time that show came on and he
bugged me all day for several days to turn it on. He just wouldn't understand, so
every time it was on, I changed into a turtleneck and he knew his show was on. That
way, he left me alone unless I was wearing one. I just completely forgot today. I
don't know how I could have been so stupid."

Mom left the last comment behind. "Are you still letting him play bumpsie?"

Janice turned away and took a long sip of wine. It seemed she didn't really want to
answer. Setting the glass deliberately on the end table, she turned back to Mom.

"Yes," she said, so quietly I could barely hear and it may have been more the nod
of her head that let me understand what was said.

"Janice," Mom admonished.

"It's so hard to get him to stop, Jess. You see what he's like once he makes an association,"
she held her hands up in the air. "Unless he finds something he'd rather do, it's
just about impossible."

"Has it gotten worse? Is that all he's doing?" Mom persisted, her tone indicating
she suspected more, which I found bizarre.

Janice dropped her hands into her lap. "Yes. He doesn't just bump, he pushes them
around. They're his favorite toys during the commercials."

"Jeez, Janice. What are you going to do with him when you're out? What if he tries
it with someone else? He's a big boy now."

"I know, I know. I've told him he can only do it at home, and only when that show
is on. I told him it's just a family thing and he can't do it when anyone else is
around."

"So, what about Gerry? Has he seen it."

"I couldn't help it. I told Mervin he couldn't play that game anymore now that Gerry
was living with us. But you know how much Mervin thinks of Gerry. He couldn't wait
to show him his new game. It was really embarrassing but Gerry was so good about it.
He said if that's what made Mervin feel comfortable, then there was nothing wrong
with it. No one else had to know. He just ignored the whole thing."

"You mean, my twenty old son sat next to you while you were getting your boobs felt
up and he just ignored it?" Mom cried in disbelief.

"Pretty much," Janice said, defensively.

"Oh, Janice. Come on."

"Well, ok. He did look but I pretended not to notice. I didn't want him to make the
situation more awkward than it already was."

"And nothing else happened?" Mom pushed.

"Mervin tried to get him to play too but Gerry said no, it was a game he had to play
by himself," Janice lied.

"How long has this been going on?"

"It just started a few days ago," Janice lied again. I couldn't see her face but I
could see part of Mom's and it looked skeptical. "I think Mervin will tire of it when
he sees Gerry isn't interested in playing."

"You think he can look like he's not interested in those?" Mom waved her hand at Janice's
chest now covered by a pair of men's style flannel pajamas like Mom was wearing. "You
may be his aunt but he is twenty, and you always did have the best tits."

"Shhhhh," Janice's head snapped toward the stairs but she was laughing. "Well, you
got that awesome butt."

They laughed but Mom quickly got serious. "You know, Janice, I surprised Gerry this
morning with a hug and he had a hardon."

"What?" Janice sounded incredulous. "I hadn't even got up yet. It wasn't anything
to do with me," she cried, her voice sounding overly defensive.

Mom eyed her younger sister with a 'methinks thou dost protest too much' expression
and lowered her voice, "Gerry does look a lot like Dad."

"Jessica! Don't even go there."

Mom's words stunned me and I almost didn't hear the next few exchanges.

"You can't tell me you're not aware of it."

"Yeah, sure, he looks a lot like Dad but you're not suggesting..."

"No, but I can see you stretching the line, just for the rush...like you used to do
with Dad."

Janice flirted with my grandfather? This was getting interesting. I had to adjust
my position because my cock had stiffened enough to be uncomfortable lying on the
floor.

"Well, I know where the line is and I didn't cross it," Janice was emphatic. She was
so convincing, I believed it myself.

"Not even a little bit?"

Janice shook her head but didn't say anything. She turned and took another long sip
of wine. Mom was still waiting when she reluctantly turned back to face her.

"Did you let him touch you?" Mom hissed.

Janice looked away, then at her hands wringing in her lap, her head leaning sideways
away from Mom.

"Mervin grabbed his hand and put it on my breast," she admitted. "Gerry was embarrassed
but I told him not to be, that Mervin would lose interest as soon as the show started
again."

"You let him keep his hand on your tits through the commercials?" Janice nodded. "How
long?"

"I don't remember. Not long."

"Oh Janice. No wonder he has a big boner in the morning. He was probably thinking
about you all night."

Mom thought my boner was big? I wriggled on the floor, pressing it into the rug.

"So did Mervin lose interest?"

"Yes, but he wanted Gerry to play as soon as the commercials came on again," Janice
admitted.

"Is this still going on?"

"Yeah," I could hardly hear Janice's admission. "We're trying to outlast Mervin."


"I don't suppose Gerry's too broken up about having to touch your breasts, is he?"


"No. I guess not."

"It made you think of Dad, didn't it?"

Janice nodded.

"And you got excited, didn't you?"

She nodded again.

"And Gerry felt it?"

Janice shook her head, "I don't think so."

"Oh Janice. How could he not, with nipples like yours? Dad didn't have a chance and
he was forty. Gerry's probably lying awake at night thinking he made you horny, wondering
if you'll let him go further, scared that you won't and terrified that you will. Oh,
god. What are we going to do?"

Janice shrugged as Mom picked up her wine and took a big gulp. Just then, Mervin jumped
on me, yelling in glee at the success of his surprise attack. Both women turned and
looked at the ceiling and the thumping coming from Mervin's room. Quickly, I shoved
the carpet over the grate to block the light.

We were wrestling around on the floor on the other side of the room when the women
appeared at the door. Janice settled Mervin down by promising a trip to the zoo if
he calmed down right away and went to bed without a fuss. She told him to say goodnight
to me and Mom.

Mom said, "Gerry's going to bed too, aren't you Gerry?"

I agreed and Janice said, "Gerry's going to the zoo, too?"

I nodded and Mom pulled me out of the room. She kept hold of me all the way downstairs,
sitting on the couch and pulling me down next to her. Janice started to sit beside
me but Mom asked her to get a glass for me so we could all watch a movie together.
As she walked away, I couldn't help checking out the way the flannel pajamas clung
to Janice's behind, outlining her unencumbered, wiggling buttocks. I jerked my eyes
away but knew Mom had noticed. Thankfully, she didn't say anything and fiddled with
the remote to start the DVD player, acting like she hadn't seen.

I turned to watch Janice's approach at the sound of her bare feet padding across the
floor. She was carrying a glass and another bottle of wine, a gentle smile gracing
her soft, pretty face. Though I tried, I couldn't stop my eyes from dropping to her
chest. Her smile broadened but quickly disappeared when Mom looked up, pressing 'Play'
as soon as Janice sat down and started to fill my glass. Without a word, she handed
me the full glass and we all started watching the movie, a chick flick, of course.


The movie went on and on. Originally bracing myself for a talking to, my fear gradually
gave way to another kind of tension, wanting to escape but afraid to leave in case
I became the subject of conversation. I looked longingly at the stairs and then the
kitchen. Mom, noticing the latter, paused the movie.

"Hungry?" she asked.

"Starving," I cried, relieved and finally believing Mom wasn't going to ask me about
touching Janice's tits. I was afraid that once she started, she would get it out of
me that I had been fucking her sister for the past two weeks and then all hell would
break loose.

Mom got up and walked to the kitchen in her bare feet, hips swaying in the same captivating
motion that Janice had affected. I was looking across Janice as I watched Mom so it
was impossible to hide my attention, but then, my aunt already knew I was guilty.
She smiled smugly.

"Pretty nice, huh?"

I had to admit that Janice was right. Mom did have the better ass and she didn't just
look pretty good, she looked fantastic. The weirdness of the situation fluttered through
me as I sat next to my mother's sister, who I was fucking, discussing my mother's
delectable bottom. I didn't have to answer, my face gave everything away.

"Come in and let me know what you want guys," Mom called out just as soon as she disappeared
from view.

Janice leaned over and put her hand in my lap, fingers closing over my hardon.

"You'd better stay right here," she whispered, squeezing my cock through the flannel,
"because you won't be able to hide that thing if you stand up."

Janice stood, started to walk away, then turned, picked up a pillow and threw it onto
my lap. She laughed as she walked away, throwing an extra surge into each sideways
sway of her hips. I struggled to get rid of my boner while she and Mom bustled about
in the kitchen, resorting to my old standby of picturing my dick lying over an anvil
while a huge, stocky, sweaty guy with a medieval mask raised a huge hammer over his
head.

I was almost there and then Mom's references to her 'Dad' popped into my head. Evidently
Janice had teased my grandfather. No, more than that. Mom said he wasn't able to resist
her nipples. Did that mean she had shown them to her father. Had he touched them?
Thinking about how easily aroused Janice was, I wondered if she had let him fuck her.
Her own father. I pictured a young Janice arching her back to tease her father with
those great medium-sized tits, spreading her legs and beckoning to gramps—it wasn't
hard to imagine him then since he died just a few years after I was born and was probably
about Mom's age now—while an almost as young version of Mom watched disapprovingly
from the sidelines. I was lost. My cock grew under the pillow and I pressed down to
subdue it, making matters worse.

Mom emerged from the kitchen carrying a platter of sandwiches and cookies.

"Here we are," she said, looking for a clear spot on the coffee table to put it. "Oh,
good idea," she said, spying the pillow in my lap, stepping around the table and plunking
the large platter on top of the pillow, to a silent groan from my pecker underneath.
"Come on, Janice," Mom yelled, twisting around and plopping down beside me. "The movie's
starting," she warned, picking up the remote.

Janice rushed out of the kitchen, carrying another bottle of wine and plopped down
on the other side of me. We watched the movie, not speaking, eating sandwiches and
cookies, and ruining the taste of a pretty decent merlot. The food was soon gone—I
guess we were all hungry—and we each settled back with wine glasses in hand, sipping
as we watched the movie, the silence broken only by Janice refilling our glasses each
time she did her own.

I transferred the empty platter to the table before one such refill, but kept the
pillow in place. Both women leaned close to me in the dimly lit room, flickering from
the changing light on the TV screen, their heads almost on my shoulders. The next
time Janice tried to fill my glass, I declined, tossed the rest down my throat and
handed her the empty glass. She filled Mom's and hers and I spread my arms along the
back of the couch.

Mom and Janice snuggled closer and reached across me to clink their glasses. The press
of each woman's breast against mine did not go unnoticed. After only two more such
clinks, the breasts did not part from my chest. Who would think you could have a sense
of touch in your chest? I certainly wouldn't have, but given the motivation, I found
myself perfectly capable of registering the different shapes of Mom's and Janice's
tits.

They were definitely free under the flannel of their pajama tops. Janice's was larger
with an already excited nipple but Mom's smaller breast was strangely more exciting.
I found myself, twisting a bit, as if stretching, but I was really trying to move
my chest against Mom's tit to better sense its shape. She shifted once and I was afraid
I'd gone too far but she only snuggled closer to me. I stayed still, afraid of giving
myself away. Seconds later, I felt an odd protuberance, a hard bud that increased
its pressure, as if growing into me. Stunned, I realized that Mom's nipple was stiffening
into my side!

Janice reached across with her glass again and Mom met it with her own. They lifted
their glasses to their lips and drank, each woman's breast skidding over my side under
my arms. As they tipped their heads back, their nipples scraped up my tender armpits,
dragging like rubber erasers, one large, the other small, but both stiff and resilient.
They clicked their glasses together once more and turned back to the movie, but each
breast was still pressed into my side, their focal protrusions not subsiding. Cautiously,
I moved my hands from the back of the couch to each woman's shoulder and sighed when
each one snuggled closer still. I was in heaven.

The movie ended not much later. I managed to twist and stretch several more times
but the best was when Mom and Janice toasted each other, scraping her nipples up and
down my armpits as they emptied their glasses.

"Should we watch another," Janice asked as the credits rolled up the screen.

"I'll fall asleep," Mom warned.

"So?" Janice countered.

"All right," Mom gave in. "You pick."

"No, you. I picked this one."

"Oh, all right."

Mom made a big production about getting up. I stayed right where I was, feeling I
had to keep the pillow pressed down with my hands. Mom crawled over to the TV and
bent over to extract the DVD and remained like that while she scanned through the
drawer for another movie. My eyes glommed onto her pajamas which were stuck between
her buttocks, outlining her pearish cheeks perfectly. Janice grinned at me and her
hand slipped under the pillow, firmly grasping my cock and squeezing it hard.

'Yummy', she mouthed silently and then blew a kiss at Mom's behind. Mom selected a
movie and slid the disk into the player while Janice mercilessly pulled my cock, releasing
it just in time as Mom turned and crawled back to the couch. I noticed for the first
time that not all the buttons were done up in her top and wondered if one had come
undone as her tit scraped up and down my chest. I didn't know if I could make it through
another movie without coming in my pants.

Mom started the movie and, looking sleepy, declared, "I might not make it to the end."


"That's ok," Janice replied. "I'll wake you so you can go to bed."

Mom nodded and leaned in toward me, snuggling close like Janice was. The feel of her
breast renewing contact with the side of my chest was wonderful and I automatically
put my arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. Tingles shot through my cock
as Mom mumbled something sleepily and her breasts split, one pushing toward the front
and the other digging more firmly under my arm. Her eyelashes fluttered as she squinted
at the screen.

Several minutes later, Mom's eyes closed. Not even a minute after that, Janice's hand
crept back under the pillow. I stiffened in surprise and fear but I couldn't stop
her advance. Within seconds she was again gripping my shaft. Thankfully, she didn't
start wanking me but she kept squeezing and releasing, as if handling a firm sponge.


It was hard enough to handle her hand but Janice glanced up from watching Mom every
few seconds to flash me a smile with her sparkling, mischievous eyes. When she opened
her mouth and slid her tongue around and around as if she was swirling it around my
cock, I lost it and began spurting down my pajama leg as Janice mocked me with her
licentious smile. I don't know how my shuddering didn't wake Mom.

As soon as I was finished, I leaned forward, carefully dislodging Mom and, before
her groggy eyes could register much, bolted from the room, pillow held firmly over
my crotch. I ran up the stairs and hurried into the bathroom to clean myself up.

The lights were still on downstairs and the movie was playing when I emerged from
the bathroom. I went to my room and put on a fresh pair of pajama bottoms. I could
hear Mom and Janice talking but couldn't make out what they were saying. Quietly,
I crept into Mervin's room and made my way to the secret corner on the far side of
his bed. Lying on my stomach, I lifted the carpet and peered through the grate.

"...but you have to admit, it takes you back," Janice was persisting with a point
she was making to Mom, who was sipping her wine as she listened to her younger sister.


"Yes, I suppose," Mom admitted.

"He's so much like him," Janice insisted.

"But he's not," Mom replied firmly.

"Don't you remember that first time, sitting on the couch watching a late movie with
Dad when Brad was on his first tour and you came home to live with us? How he sat
there, not knowing what to make of us, pretending nothing was happening while we competed
for hit attention?"

Mom nodded. "That was wrong, Janice. We never should have done that. If only we'd
known better."

"I disagree. He wasn't satisfied with Mom and we gave him something that made his
life so much better."

Mom didn't answer. Janice went on.

"That night was unbelievable. We kept acting like we were playing a game and he kept
getting harder and harder. I couldn't believe how big his pants got. Then you and
I pretending to fight across him, wrestling, those accidental touches, a press here
and a scrape there. Him telling us to settle down and us starting up again, until
finally he had to leave." Janice laughed, still in awe at her memory.

"Yeah," Mom said, "because his pants were all wet."

"I never saw that. I always thought you were lying about that."

"No. He came in his pants."

"He was so mad at us for days after that. Remember how grumpy he was?"

"Yes. I was really scared that he was going to tell Mom. Can you believe that? 'Uh,
mother, your daughters made me come in my pants'."

Both women laughed hysterically for a minute. Mom quieted down first, getting serious.


"Then you did it." Janice lowered her head. "Mom grounded you. I can't remember what
for, and you got Dad to let you go out."

"I know." Janice's voice sounded strangely ashamed. "He was sitting in the living
room in his chair and I went to sit beside him while you and Mom were making dinner.
I tried sweet-talking him but it was no use. He wasn't budging. Then, I just put my
hand on his pants, right on his thing, and it got hard. I couldn't believe what I'd
done and neither could Dad. He jerked his head toward the kitchen but he didn't push
me away, so I unzipped his pants and slipped my hand inside and started rubbing. It
was like a dream world. I pulled it out and it got bigger and bigger and I just starting
pumping it. I remember being so enthralled with it, I wasn't even scared. Somehow,
I knew nobody was going to come and I just kept moving my hand up and down, and then
it spit out all this sticky white stuff, all over his pants. He jumped up and ran
upstairs."

"And later, at dinner, he announced that you could go out if you wanted. Mom was so
mad, she was furious."

"I know," Janice acknowledged. "I never got along with her after that."

"Do you think she knew?" Mom asked.

"No. I don't think she even suspected."

"And then you started getting everything."

"And you started complaining about how much stricter he was with you." Janice laughed
out loud. "I think that really bugged you."

"It did," Mom admitted.

"I sucked him," Janice burst out. "I was rubbing his pants in the garage, trying to
get him to let me do something, I can't even remember what now, and he was saying
how it all had to stop. He let me pull his thing out but then he said, enough was
enough, and started trying to put it back in his pants. The next thing I knew, I put
my mouth on him. God knows, I didn't' know what to do. I just pushed down and it filled
my whole mouth. Then Dad grabbed my head and he was pushing more of it inside, and
then he was fucking me, fucking my mouth."

Janice paused. "There was no going back after that. Every time I wanted something,
I just gave Dad a look and went upstairs, or to the garage, downstairs or even outside.
I would just kneel down and he would walk up to me, opening his pants, already hard,
and stick it into my mouth. He always held my head, as if he thought I would try to
get away. I never understood that. Why did he think I went out there in the first
place?"

Janice shook her head, still not comprehending.

"At first, it was always over quick, but then, he started lasting longer and longer
and my mouth used to get sore. We did it so often, once three times in one day. And
he got carried away sometimes."

"Like that time I caught you in the garage," Mom chipped in.

"Yeah. Brad had been gone, what, at least six months then?"

"Yeah," Mom agreed.

"Dad just yanked out and I knew someone was watching. I thought it was Mom, and I
braced myself for a shitkicking. But it was you. Dad was standing there, with this
horrified look on his face, one hand still on the top of my head, not moving. And
you, you just walked up to us where we were, him standing and me kneeling beside the
car. I remember, you just smirked at him, ignoring me as if I wasn't there, and then
you bent over the fender, reached back and pulled your dress up over your ass."

Mom nodded, but didn't say anything.

"Dad was gobsmacked. He stood there, looking at that beautiful, mid-twenties ass of
yours. It was something then." Mom nodded in agreement, looking proud. Janice went
on. "Then he moved. His hand left my head and he stepped behind you, pushed you farther
onto the hood, and ripped your panties right off. Then he pushed his hips forward,
shoved it in, and started banging you. He must have known you really needed it, married,
and Brad being gone so long."

Mom nodded, still silent.

"I remember thinking he must be hurting you, shoving his whole thing in and smacking
into you so hard. I stood up, to see. Your whole body was jerking across the hood.
You were both grunting and moaning and Dad was saying, 'Take it, take it.' Then he
grabbed your head and pulled your head up and started fucking you even harder but
I could see in your face that you loved it, you really wanted it, and I thought about
you not being a virgin like I was and Brad being away so long, and how you must really
need a man, any man."

Mom nodded. "And then you wanted one too."

It was Janice's turn to nod in agreement. "Yes," he hissed.

"You fucked him, didn't you, that very same night? Didn't you?"

"Yes," Janice mumbled. "I went out on my date with Jeff but I couldn't wait to get
home. I kept thinking about you and how much I wanted to feel like that, to be filled
like that. Jeff felt me up and thought it was a big deal to get his finger into me,
but Dad, he just shoved his whole cock into you and took complete control, made you
lose yourself in it. I wanted that."

"And you got it."

"Yeah, I did. Everyone was in bed when I got home so I crept into my room but I couldn't
stop thinking about what happened in the garage. So I got up and walked down the hall
to the top of the stairs. I only stood there for a couple of minutes before he came
out of his room. He was only wearing boxer shorts. He walked quietly like he didn't
want to wake anyone up. I could see he was hard, the whole front of his shorts were
like a pyramid and I remember feeling strong because I made it do that. I took off
my robe and showed him that I had nothing on underneath and the look on his face made
me feel really powerful. I giggled and he panicked, shushing me. I walked down the
stairs and he scrambled after me while I teased him, wiggling my ass and giggling."


"Things changed when we were in the basement. He wasn't worried about my giggling
then. He threw me on the couch in the rumpus room and said, I'll give you something
to laugh about. I tried to turn over like I'd seen you do but he forced my legs wide
open and then he was in me. It hurt and I struggled but he just kept repeating what
he'd said. And then this feeling washed over me and it started feeling really good.
He just filled me and he felt so powerful and I loved it. He kept me there after,
whispering to me. He wasn't talking to me like a kid and I liked it. Before I knew
it, we were doing it again. He fucked me once more after that and it was almost morning
when we snuck upstairs."

"And that's when Mervin was made," Mom observed.

"Yeah," Janice replied. "After that, he always used a rubber. It must have been that
first night. God, he filled me with so much stuff, I was overflowing. Like you in
the afternoon on the car," Janice laughed. "It was dripping down the inside of your
leg and you didn't even know it. You went in the house like that."

"I know. Thank god I didn't run into Mom."

"He didn't use a rubber on you that time either."

"No," Mom acknowledged. "But he always did after that."

"So that was it for you too, then."

I couldn't believe my ears. Did Mom have a kid before me, when she was married to
Dad? Did she get an abortion?

"Brad came home not long after that."

"Yeah," Janice accused, "but you let Dad fuck you for a long time after that."

"I know," Mom hung her head. "I couldn't help it, it was so wild, so over the top.
I loved Brad, still do, but sex with Dad was incredible. I never knew what to expect...tender...rough...whatever,
it was always good. The best I ever had."

"Yeah, almost," Janice concurred." Her eyes flicked upstairs but Mom didn't notice.


"We had lots of chances," Mom carried on as if her sister hadn't said anything. "Nobody
thought it odd to see Dad and I together, anywhere. He always wanted to fuck and I
never said no."

"We were bad girls, especially me, getting pregnant and having to go away," Janice
said. "And you, the golden girl, everyone just thought how virile Brad must be to
make you pregnant on his first night back."

Wait a minute, what was she saying?

"Did Brad ever suspect?" Janice asked.

"No," Mom replied. "Thank god. Maybe he would have if Dad had lived longer. I don't
think we could have hidden it forever."

What? What did she mean? Explain.

"Let's call it a night. I'm bushed," Mom yawned.

"OK," Janice got up. "BTW, Gerry checked out your ass on the way to the kitchen."


"Don't start, Janice," Mom scolded.

"All right. Let's go to bed." As they walked toward the stairs, Janice said, "I'm
just sayin..."

"Janice, we're not going there."

"Ok, ok."

Janice peeked in on Mervin before she went to bed. I stayed as quiet as a mouse, lying
on the floor beside his bed for almost an hour before I was brave enough to risk going
to bed. Mom was sleeping with Janice and I could hear the low murmur of their voices
for quite some time.

It was a fitful night. Once in bed, I vacillated between beating my meat to pictures
of gramps fucking Janice's face or pummeling my mother from behind, and trying to
remember the exact words they used to confirm whether or not my father was my grandfather
and not my Dad, or if there was an unwanted pregnancy before I came along. Was Mervin
my cousin, or my brother?

Part 3. Family

Next morning, they sent Mervin in to wake me up. It wasn't a gentle awakening. I wandered
downstairs in my pajamas to find Mom and Janice already dressed, as was Mervin. They
berated me for sleeping in so long but soon realized that was useless until I had
eaten and had a cup of coffee. I suggested they go ahead without me but retracted
as soon as I saw Mervin's face. I woke up after my first cup of coffee and noticed
Mom's tight brown, high-waisted slacks.

The high waist not only emphasized Mom's narrow waist but also her streamlined butt,
curving out in two gentle slopes to define well-defined pear-shaped buttocks with
clear separation. I couldn't take my foggy eyes off them and this did not pass unnoticed
by my aunt. Things stirred in my pajamas below and my naughty aunt, surmising as much,
tried several times to get me to stand up to fetch her things. I stayed put, of course,
knowing that if Mom saw my boner now she very well might think it was for her.

When I was finally ready, Dad called. I talked to him briefly and then put Mom on
the phone. I wandered outside to wait in the front yard with Mervin. When my glance
fell across the old garage, long since used only as a shed, I slipped inside to check
it out. In the gloom, I imagined a car parked where all the junk was with my mother
bent over the hood getting slammed from behind, her jolting head lifted to show the
ecstasy on her face, the hand grasping her hair giving way to an arm that traveled
up to a man's face, my grandfather, no, me, then my grandfather, then me, and me,
and me.

Mom was calling. They were ready to go.

It was a great day. We went to the zoo and then had lunch. After that, it was off
to the marina to look at boats which both Mervin and I loved to do, then the park,
and finally home. There was lots of bantering and walking arm in arm. It was a wonderful
time for two sons with their mothers.

Mom wanted to order in but Janice insisted on making a big dinner. I took Mervin upstairs
to his room to play games. I wasn't thinking about eavesdropping because the women
were in the kitchen and not anywhere near the grate in the living room. Mervin must
have gotten more than his fair share of fresh air, because he crashed. He was too
big for me to lift onto his bed so I straightened his legs, put a pillow under his
head and threw a blanket over him, and left him on the floor.

I was going to go downstairs but a strange feeling made me change my mind and I wandered
down to my room instead. I sat on my bed, wondering why I had chosen to sit there
by myself instead of hanging around with the two attractive women downstairs. That
got me to thinking about them and my grandfather again. Soon, I had my cock in hand,
lazily stroking it while imagining all sorts of super lewd sexual activity involving
my grandfather and his daughters.

That was a thought. They hadn't mentioned doing it together except for the first time
Mom caught Janice sucking gramps, and that was hardly a threesome. Had they ever done
it all together or did he prefer them one at a time?

The faint sound of Mom's voice caught my attention. I looked at the floor, then sat
up and looked more intently at the far corner. I pulled my pants up, climbed off the
bed, and walked to the corner, cocking my head to listen. Yes, I could hear Mom's
voice better. I picked up the small ornamental table in the corner and moved it to
the side. Getting down on my knees, I carefully pulled up the rug. There was a grate
there. Leaning close, I peered in. I could see Mom and Janice sitting at the kitchen
table.

Janice's elbows rested on the table, her forehead leaning into her hands.

"I just miss him, that's all," she sniffled. She raised her head and looked at Mom,
tears drying on her cheeks. "I know you do too."

Mom stretched her hand out and Janice took it. "Well, we both have a piece of him,
don't we?" she consoled her sister. "I see him in both our sons."

"So do I. I see his innocence and enthusiasm in Mervin and his wildness in Gerry."


"In Gerry?" Mom was surprised.

"Yes. It's there hidden just under the surface, like it was in Dad, waiting for something
to let it free."

"No," Mom disagreed. "Look how Gerry is with Mervin. He's like the good father Dad
was when we were little and growing up, always there for us, not the wild, underground
guy we saw when he was older."

"We turned him into that, Jess. If it wasn't for us...me, I guess...he may never have
come out."

"Well, he certainly came," Mom said, causing both women to burst out laughing.

Janice became serious first for once. "That was the most alive I ever felt, pure,
raw emotions. Everything was so intense and it's all been so dull since. Until lately."


"Janice, I said we're not going there. He's not Dad just because he looks like him.
Now just stop it."

"All right, if you say so. But you better hide that ass or you just might be proven
wrong." Janice got up and walked toward the stove.

"Oh, you're disgusting," Mom slapped at her sister as she went by.

I dropped the rug and returned the table to its proper place. I hoped they asked me
to watch a movie again tonight.

* * *

We ate at the kitchen table that night. I complimented Janice several times on the
marvelous dinner, the last time just after we finished dessert. Janice opened her
arms wide and declared that my appreciation deserved an extra big hug. She squeezed
me tight, pushing her tits into my chest, her stiff nipples protruding like blunt
weapons into my ribcage. She semi-released me, looked at Mom and, seeing she wasn't
looking, rubbed her pelvis against mine.

Finally letting go, she said, "You'd better give your Mom a big hug or she'll be mad.
She cooked too, you know."

Mom was clearing the table, ignoring us, but she snorted at Janice's remark. I made
my way over to Mom but she turned away and walked to the sink, keeping her back to
me even after she unloaded the dirty dishes on the counter. She returned to the table,
still keeping her back to me.

"See, see," Janice cried, triumphant at being right, "you've put her nose out of joint.
Hug her anyway."

Mom was back at the sink. I stepped behind her and shrugged at Janice when she refused
to turn around.

"Hug her anyway, she likes it from behind."

I almost choked and I could see Mom stiffen in surprise. Without willing myself to
do so, I wrapped my arms around Mom and pulled her back to me, enveloping her in a
big bear hug. She struggled, but weakly, not really trying to break free. Her wriggling
simply pushed her tush about in my groin. I was in danger of embarrassing myself again,
so I let her go. Janice was killing herself laughing and Mom's face and neck were
flushed pink.

"You big lug," she pushed me aside and went to the table for another load of dishes.


I could feel the residual touch of Mom's ass on my groin and the effect of its afterburn
began showing. I turned away and headed out of the kitchen.

"I'll go see what Mervin's up to."

Janice laughed even harder.

Mervin wouldn't let me go and it was almost three hours later that Janice popped her
head in his room and told him it was bed time. He wanted to watch a show but she insisted
he had played too long upstairs with me and he had to go straight to bed. He wasn't
to make a fuss if he wanted to watch his special show tomorrow night. Mervin calmed
right down and quickly got ready for bed. He insisted I get my pajamas on too which
I went and did because Mervin would go to bed without a fuss if he thought I had to
go to bed too. I said goodnight, shut his door, and went downstairs.

It was dark. The lights had all been turned off. Hugely disappointed, I realized there
would be no movie tonight, no perky breasts poking into my sides, no soft hand slipping
inside my pajamas. Saddened, I moped my way upstairs. A faint light spilled out of
Janice's partly open bedroom door. I slowed my gait even further and tried to peek
inside as I passed.

"Is that you, Gerry?" Janice called.

I froze. I didn't want to be caught peeking.

"Come in. We're watching movies up here tonight."

I pushed the door open a few inches and stuck my head inside. Mom and Janice were
sitting up in my aunt's kingsize bed, backs resting on pillows propped up against
the headboard. They were watching a movie that was already started.

"Come on," Janice beckoned, patting the bed between her and Mom. "Your wine's waiting,"
she waved a glass in her other hand. "We started without you."

Mom didn't look at me and seemed to be engrossed in the movie. Janice followed my
gaze.

"Don't mind her. She's still miffed at all the compliments I got for my cooking. I
always was a better cook," she laughed.

"Were not," my Mom replied without glancing away from the movie.

"See? She listens to everything." Janice responded, laughing harder. "Come on, Gerry.
Come hang out with us old gals. Look, your mom even left room for you," she pounded
the bed harder.

Feigning reluctance, I slowly made my way to the bed. I was anything but reticent
to get between these two women who the past two days had proven were far more complex
than met the eye. I settled between them and accepted the glass of wine Janice handed
me. My skin tingled and I started to feel short of breath as excitement crept through
me in anticipation of another breast pressing evening. As memories of the night before
filtered through my mind, the pajamas covering my lap began to swell, like the slow
filling of an empty air mattress. Alarmed, I lowered my arms to cover myself, holding
the wine glass in place over my stiffening dick. Janice pulled a pillow from behind
her and threw it onto my lap. She didn't say anything but there was a glint in her
eye and a smirky smile on her face.

We watched the movie for at least twenty minutes before either of the women leaned
close to me. I was surprised that Mom made the first move. As soon as she did, Janice
took the wine glass from me and, without asking, set it on the table beside her. She
slouched lower in the bed and, lifting my arm, snuggled close, resting her head on
my chest. Her breast pressed lightly against my lower ribcage. Mom then did the same
but she hooked her shoulder under my armpit causing her breast to point more directly
at me and higher up. Her nipple was already stiff.

I relaxed. Everything was as it should be. I think the pillow lifted a bit. Rather
than panic, pride that my guy could lift the pillow percolated through my chest. Maybe
it was just my imagination because the women didn't seem to notice. Naughty girl that
she was, Janice's hand began tickling the side of my leg and eventually crept onto
the top of my thigh under the pillow. This really was going to be a repeat of last
night. Panic did begin creeping through my chest then because Mom's more reclined
position meant it would be almost impossible for her not to see any pillow movement
caused by Janice's playful fingers.

My aunt was just edging through the dip between my leg and my genitals when Mom moved,
wriggling lower and turning into me even more. Her breasts split again, one on my
upper stomach and the other pressing into my side, as she stretched an arm across
my chest. Suddenly, her arm moved downward, sweeping the pillow out of the way.

"I can't see the TV now," she explained.

Thankfully, Janice's hand, which I expected to see almost on my balls, was gone. She
must have anticipated Mom's move. Unfortunately, my groin no longer enjoyed the camouflaging
effect of the pillow and my reaction to feminine presence was open to inspection.
Fortunately, my fear must have dampened my earlier response because my pajamas weren't
providing much of a manly show at all.

The movie went on. Janice twisted more toward me too and her breasts split like Mom's,
only her lower nipple was pressing into me more aggressively. At first, I thought
it was due to her larger size but then I realized that Janice was using her hand,
under her side, to push her tit into me. The smirk pasted across her face confirmed
it. When she realized that I knew what she was doing, she pressed her pelvis into
the side of my thigh. That warmth was match a few seconds later by a similar soft
press on my other leg.

There was no way around it. My pajamas began to fill. How could Mom not notice the
rise. If my guy had been pointing upward, I'm sure my pajamas would be like a teepee
obscuring the TV screen from Mom's view but fortunately it had grown downward and
the head was tucked tightly between my pajamas and my right leg. Still, its growth
was eminently noticeable. It lurched higher and throbbed against the flannel material.


"I don't think I can make it," Mom whispered, snuggling closer to me.

I looked down just as she closed her eyes. Janice looked at her and smiled, then looked
up at me and the smile turned very mischievous. Oh god. Despite my mother's presence
with eyes that could open in an instant, Janice moved her hand onto my lap and let
it rest lightly right on my engorged cock. Her smile became almost evil in its glee.
She blew a kiss at me and squeezed. Releasing, she stroked her fingers down my length,
then used her palm to rub back. Stroking down again, she extended her finger around
to tickle my balls with her fingernails. Her knee lifted on top of my leg and pressed
in. I could feel her hot pussy on my thigh.

God, how could she tease me like this? She kept stroking, rubbing and tickling until
I was sure I was going to come. I had difficulty keeping my breath even and noticed
a slight breathlessness in my aunt as well. I couldn't believe Mom's eyes were still
closed. How lucky could I get? Janice was regularly pressing her pussy into me and
I was deathly afraid the motion would cause Mom to open her eyes.

Just when that fear was reaching a peak, Janice rubbed her hand up high, right off
my cock. My momentary relief and simultaneous sorrow was quickly replaced by shock
as her hand slipped onto my bare belly and then dug under the waistband of my pajamas,
pushing them down as her hand returned to my cock and slid down its length and off.
Her hand twisted to snap the waistband under my balls and she gripped my steed in
full upright position, right in front of Mom's nose and, thankfully, her still closed
eyes.

I couldn't move for fear of alerting Mom. Janice's countenance was now truly full
of naughty glee. She stroked me, once, twice, three times and then let me go. Thank
god, we had gotten away with it. Now, put me away! But she didn't. She wiped her hand
below her mouth, silently filling it with saliva, and returned to stroke her gooey
palm up and down my shaft. Oh, god. If I came, I'd shoot all over Mom's face. Please
stop, Janice. You'll ruin everything. Mom will make me go home and never let me see
you again.

Mom moved!

Fear stabbed through me and I almost shot my wad.

Mom turned and shifted away from me, lying face down. She moved too quickly to see
if her eyes had opened. As Mom squirmed lower in the bed, her pajama top pushed up,
baring her lower back and forcing her bottoms tightly against her bum, digging into
her cheeks.

Janice spoke. "She can never make it through this movie. She always falls asleep."


She released me and reached across to stroke Mom's back. Mom murmured quietly once
but Janice continued trailing her fingers around in an oval around the small of Mom's
back. With the loss of Janice's handwork, my boner waggled in the air and relief flooded
through me as my near eruption subsided. Then, Janice broke the oval and allowed her
fingers to rise up the slope onto Mom's left buttock. There, her fingers paused, then
crested the slope and trailed down to the crease marking the start of Mom's leg. Her
fingertips moved toward the center and then traced up the crevice delineating the
divide between left and right cheek. Instead of returning to Mom's back, they swerved
to the right and blazed a path around the edge of that cheek until they once again
followed the crevice to the top.

Watching Janice play with Mom's behind renewed the caldron in my balls and eruption
once again threatened. However, with Mom's face buried in the pillow, I was less afraid.


"It isn't fair that God gave my older sister this ass," Janice complained. "Feel how
firm it is. It's unbelievable for her age."

"I can't do that."

"Sure you can," Janice insisted. "You can't tell me you don't want to touch a bottom
as nice as this just because it's your mom's."

"I can't, Aunt Janice. She'd kill me."

"She won't know," Janice urged.

"I can't," I reiterated.

"She wouldn't mind, really. If you asked her when she was awake, she'd let you. She
might feel a bit awkward, but she'd let you."

"Are you sure?" I wanted to believe, but didn't really.

"Yeah," Janice was emphatic. Then, cajolingly, "Try a quick touch just to see how
firm it is."

I still didn't believe her but desire got the better of me.

"Ok. Just a quick touch," I agreed, "but don't you tell her."

I put my hand on Mom's ass. It was surprisingly firm, yet soft. My fingertips rested
in the crevice and I brushed the bottoms of my fingers over the roundness of the left
cheek nearest to me.

"See?" Triumphant, Janice demanded confirmation but before I could answer, she said,
"Ok, that's enough for you."

What a tease she was. Quickly, I swept my hand over Mom's other cheek. I was about
to pull it away but Janice lifted hers first and grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand
up, then setting it down again on Mom's ass.

"Ok," she said, winking at me. "To be fair, I'll let you watch while I tickle her
for awhile. I used to do this when we shared a bed to help her sleep. She always liked
getting her bum rubbed."

Janice pressured my wrist and urged my hand across Mom's prominent cheeks. She nodded
and returned my hand to my cock, stroking me as I caressed Mom's ass. Slowly jacking
my cock, she twisted her slick palm around and around my helmet, then down to my root
where she tickled my balls with her fingertips. Again and again she repeated this
exquisite pleasure, stopping only to re-slick her palm. Each time I threatened to
come, her hand dropped to squeeze my balls hard. She was a merciless, gorgeous cock
tease. Throughout, I continued to caress Mom's pajama bottoms.

The movie ended just when I didn't think I could take any more. I tried to escape
so I could attain with my own hand the release I so desperately needed.

"I better get to bed."

I was surprised when Janice agreed.

"Ok, but first give me a big hug."

She released my cock and urged me over with her hands on my hips. I turned and ended
up lying on top of her. Her pajama top was completely open, exposing her gorgeous
tits. I had been so focused on Mom's bum that I hadn't seen her undo her top.

"Hold your weight up, you big lummox," Janice laughed.

As soon as I pushed myself up, she shoved her pajamas down, baring her dark reddish
bush. I had only a glimpse before her hands grabbed my hips and pulled me down, pressing
my cock against her soft belly. Her hands slid up and took my wrists, directing my
hands onto her hard nipples.

"Do you like hugging your Auntie?" she whispered, pressing her damp pussy up against
my shaft.

Quickly, I looked at Mom, afraid that she might wake up. Janice chuckled throatily
at my fear but she knew that, despite it, I wouldn't pass up the opportunity to rub
my cock on her moist cunt. I pulled back and tried to push inside her wet slit but
she thwarted me on each try. Finally, she pushed me away. What a fucking cocktease!


"It's your mom's turn," she said, laughing at my anger and frustration.

"What?" I cried.

"For a hug," she explained. "You can't hug your Auntie and not your Mom."

"But, she's sleeping."

"Then be gentle so you don't wake her."

"I can't hug her," like this I left it unsaid but glanced down at my bare cock to
make my point clear.

"If you don't, I'll tell her tomorrow that you hugged me and not her," she threatened.
Then, coaxingly, "Just a quick one."

I nodded and shifted myself over until I was hanging above Mom, legs straddling hers.
I lowered my upper body down and gripped Mom's shoulders with the inside of my arms.
Janice rose up and pushed me down onto Mom, shoving the small of my back down until
my cock was pressed firmly into Mom's ass, perfectly lined up amid the cheeky divide.


"Give her a nice hug," she whispered, pushing down and releasing, several times. I
tried to pull up but Janice pushed down harder. "That's not a real hug. Put your arms
around her."

"I don't want to wake her," I protested.

"Then be gentle."

I slipped my hands under Mom's front and pushed in. I was shocked when my hands slipped
onto her bare breasts. Somehow, Mom's pajamas must have come undone like my aunt's.
I guess women's flannel pajamas had looser button holes, maybe from the pressure over
time of trying to hold all that tit inside. Mom seemed undisturbed, so I filled my
hands with her bare tits. What the hell, if I could get away with it, why not?

Janice lifted her hand from my back and I pressed into Mom's ass anyway. It felt great.
Why not?

"Now, you're getting the idea," Janice whispered. "That's it," she urged me on as
I pressed my cock into mom's firm-soft ass.

I was massaging Mom's tits and even in her sleep, her nipples hardened in my palms.
I wished I could do this whenever I wanted. Janice was fussing about, her arms reaching
over on either side of me. She returned to the one side and started pushing something.
I looked down and saw her pushing Mom's pajamas down onto her thighs, the waistband
stretched across the bottom of her butt. Incredible as it seems, it was only then
I realized my cock was sliding through Mom's bare cheeks. Oh, sweet Jesus. Fear made
me want to yank myself away but instead I increased my pace.

Janice slowed me down and, reaching underneath, flipped my cock down, guiding it under
Mom's ass above her pajamas whose closeness pushed the top of my cock head against
Mom's lightly haired pussy. I started rubbing back and forth in a slow, fucking motion.


Janice tugged Mom's pajamas down her thighs but I managed to keep my cock against
her pussy. Looking down, I saw Janice pull the pajama bottoms off Mom's feet. She
rolled onto her ass and shucked her own, then kneeled and peeled her top completely
off. She was completely naked.

"Hasn't she got the sweetest ass in the whole world?" Janice whispered.

I nodded. I was gone. If only once, I was going to rub myself off on Mom's ass, consequences
be damned. And I would live with and fuck Janice no matter what happened. I didn't
care what anyone said.

"That's it, rub her. She loves it like that...from behind."

Memories of Mom's recounting of gramps fucking her from behind flooded my head and
I began moving faster. Janice reached forward and wormed her hand between my hips
and Mom's ass. She pushed my cock fro the bottom, was pressing it tighter against
Mom's pussy. I wanted to come on Mom's ass but between her legs was fine too. I thrust
harder.

"Pull her hips up," Janice whispered.

"What," I gasped, almost ready to come.

"Pull her hips up," she hissed.

Obediently, I grasped Mom's hips and urged her up, slipping my legs between hers as
they opened. Janice reached between us again, grabbing my cock, guiding me into her
wet slit. I pushed and slipped inside.

Oh glorious, glorious hole. Slick, wet, velvety glove. How could she be this tight,
a woman in her mid-forties. What an incredible cunt!

"Unnnnngggghhhh," I shoved all the way home.

"Unnghhh," I ground into to her, pulling her hips up, digging in deep.

"Ohhhh, FUCK," I cried, losing all control and shagging Mom hard, banging, banging,
banging.

I was coming already. My seed burst forth. Mom jerked underneath from my assault.
God. I was fucking Mom. I was coming in her, draining all I had. I slumped forward,
exhausted in body and soul, hips in spasms, dropping my full weight onto Mom's back,
cock still fully embedded inside her.

A minute later, I struggled to lift up and pull out but Janice stopped me again.

"No," she said. "You've had your fun. Now it's her turn."

I shook my head.

"You can't really believe she's still sleeping?" Janice's voice was incredulous. "Your
cock is still in her. Now fuck her slowly, the way she likes it. Make love to her."


Janice turned to look down at Mom. "Come on, Jess. Twist up and let him know you're
not finished."

I looked down at Mom just as she turned her head to the side and looked at Janice
now lying beside her. She smiled and took Janice's hand.

"Tell my son I want to be fucked slowly, with him knowing that I know."

That was a message Janice didn't have to relay. My mind in shock at Mom's awareness,
my body nevertheless began to move. Slowly, I hardened enough to make it worthwhile
for Mom and she murmured encouragement, her hips twisting up so her pussy could grip
my cock and pull on it.

"Can I have him after?" Janice asked.

"Tomorrow," Mom replied. "He needs to get some sleep."

"I can't wait," Janice complained. "I'm too horny now."

Mom nodded. "Can you do her too, son?"

"I'll try," I whispered.

My cock, now hard as a pillar of granite, bulged through Mom's cunt. Janice gripped
my balls and guided me in and out, pushing and tugging, setting the pace. Everyone
in a while, she squeezed my balls to remind me who was in control.

Just in case I didn't understand, she whispered, "You can't come until I say so."


Janice controlled Mom too, but indirectly. Gently squeezing my nuts, she held back
with just the tip of my cock inside Mom, in danger of slipping out rather than plunging
back in. Mom's hips lifted, pushing her ass up and sliding her hot sheath back up
my shaft but Janice, ever the tease, tugged my balls higher, forcing Mom to chase
my cock. She kept doing that until finally, she wouldn't let me plunge back inside
Mom. From then on, Janice held me still, by the balls, and Mom fucked me, shoving
her ass up from the bed, impaling herself on my slick pole, grunting from the effort
and moaning with pleasure. I was frantic to follow Mom back down, to drive her into
the mattress, but Janice anticipated me each time and squeezed my sack tight, warning
me to obey.

Near the end, Janice retained her hold on my balls but slipped her hand higher to
part my cheeks with her thumb, teasing my asshole. What a weird feeling. She whispered
about Mom's great ass and how lucky I was to be near it, how I could have her from
behind any time I wanted now, telling me to pinch her nipples harder now because she
was ready for my son seed.

"Grind her now," she cried, pushing down, "come on...dig in...get her."

I shoved Mom down hard into the mattress, grinding my cock and moaning loudly, coming,
spraying my goo inside Mom. Janice's thumb pushed through my pucker and my gush became
a hurricane.

"OMG, OMG, OMG," I cried, thrusting hard, pausing on each downstroke, then up and,
wham, down, until I just fell on Mom's back, jerking uncontrollably.

Janice was stroking Mom's hair, damp with sweat, whispering to her, kissing her cheek
and forehead.

"I did it for you, Jess. You deserve him and he needs you. I love you, my sweet sister."


"I love you Mom," I gasped, needing to be part of this exchange, then knowing that
I was and always would be. There would always be the three of us.

* * *

I wasn't up to my promise to do Janice. I don't even remember rolling off Mom. The
next thing I knew, I woke up on my back in Janice's bed, listening to the birds and
seeing rays of sunlight streaming through the window to strike the wall and floor.
I was lying on my left side, facing an empty bed with rumple spots where Mom had been.
I turned over to find Janice facing me, watching me with laughing eyes.

"It wasn't a dream, if that's what you're wondering."

I laughed, because she had read my mind perfectly.

"And no," she went on, "you didn't fulfill your cocky man promise to do your aunt
too." Janice reached down and grabbed my soft cock. "He just wasn't up to it."

'He' started to grow in her hand.

"Yeah?" I bantered.

"Yeah!" she answered emphatically.

"Where's Mom?"

"Keeping Mervin busy. Sisters do things like that for each other."

I 'nodded' with my eyes. "Does he get another shot?"

"What do you think I've been waiting for?"

Janice suddenly moved over me, pushing me onto my back, her legs opening and straddling
mine, her puffy pussy centering over my stiffening cock. The warmth of her pussy instigated
an abrupt growth spurt and my boner burst through her legs. Undeterred, Janice rose
up, reached behind her to grasp my misdirected hero, and guided him to the grail.
What a way to wake up. Her heat was incredible. She must have been simmering near
boiling point for a long time. Immediately, her hips began to rise and fall as her
cunt gripped and squeezed my shaft. Janice leaned forward, cupping her tits, offering
her long nipples.

"Suck my tits," she whispered hoarsely.

God, she was ready to fuck. I raised my head and clamped onto the nearest nipple.
I alternated from tit to tit and, when I didn't change soon enough, Janice pulled
out, scraping her nipple across my front teeth, and shoved the other in. She pulled
her tits away and sat up straight on my cock, her hips working steadily. She looked
down and laughed as she rode me.

"You better eat lots of wheaties today," she gasped, pushing her hair up the sides
of her head to produce the most wanton picture of a woman I had ever seen.

"Why," I gasped, thrusting up to fill her cunt.

"Because your mother told me she wants you again."

"I'm up for it."

Janice leaned forward, dangling her great tits over my face.

"Oh, big talker," she cooed. "You weren't up for me last night."

"That was a special occasion," I gasped, thrusting faster, reacting to her quickening
pace. "I've got my energy back."

"You'd better," Janice huffed, "because once she gets her legs around you, she won't
let go."

"I thought she liked it from behind."

"She does. But with you, she'll want face to face and it's going to really work her
up, just like with Dad. You better keep tight to her, or she'll rip you off at the
root."

Enough talk. I grabbed Janice's hips and kept her tight as I shoved up as hard as
I could. Her laughter incensed me and soon she was riding a real bucking bronco. She
didn't seem to mind. After we had both come hard, she lay on top of me breathing hard.


"I made your mother go downstairs without panties this morning," she whispered. She
chuckled when my cock hardened between her legs. "God, even the thought of her makes
you hard."

I didn't answer. Instead, I kissed, slipping my tongue deep in her mouth but I wasn't
able to get my cock inside her.

"Save that for you mother. I'm going to take Mervin out and I want you to take her
by surprise. Can you do that?"

I nodded.

"Get close to her and when she turns around, just lift her skirt and shove it in."


"No warning? What if she doesn't want to?"

"She'll want to. She doesn't want you to ask, she wants you to take it, like Dad did.
You just take her, and no matter what she says, you do what you want. She'll love
it."

"Ok," I said, not sure I would do as she said.

"And after that, take her upstairs to bed. Then, hang on for dear life, sonny boy,
because you're going to get the ride of your life."

"Ok," I answered, this time with more conviction.

At the bedroom door, Janice turned around and said, "I knew you'd find the grates."


* * *

An hour later, I stood behind Mom at the kitchen window as she waved to Janice backing
out the driveway. Janice laughed, because she could see from Mom's face that my cock
had just slid inside her pussy. She paused at the end of the driveway to watch Mom's
face disappear from her view as I pushed her head forward and began rocking into her
with a vengeance. I waved to Janice as she droved away.

Vengeance? That was Mom's because Janice was right. As soon as I flopped her down
onto Janice's bed, her legs locked around my waist. She pulled herself up, found my
tip, and pushed up my shaft. Her heels dug into my back. Soon, I began to move, or
tried to. Mom gripped me so tightly it took a huge effort to slide at all. She laughed
in my ear, squeezing her pussy muscles, teasing me with a million tiny assaults. Pushing
her onto the mattress, getting on my hands and knees, it didn't matter, she kept herself
tight, grinding on my cock. I tried lifting her high as I sat back on my knees, even
rolled over on my back. Nothing changed. I could draw back to slide back in. Fifteen
minutes later, I was begging her to loosen her legs so I could fuck her but she only
urged me to try harder. It was a long time before I finally came. I had nothing left
and Janice was right, my cock felt like it was hanging by a thread.

Lying on my back, finished, Mom finally crawled off my exhausted corpse. She kissed
my forehead.

"I'll make you some lunch to restore your energy."

"Oh, shit. Is Janice home already?"

"No. Don't worry about that."

"Thanks, Mom. I don't think I can move."

"I told her," she said, ignoring me, "this isn't like it was with Dad." She paused
for effect, smiling. "Mom's always come first."

