V. Stavers & The White Stuff (4.60)	Vanessa Stavers solves a crime with the help of her family.  Hot	 Incest/Taboo 	06/21/19
 



V. Stavers & The White Stuff
by sporkfina ©




THERE IS MANY A SLIP BETWEEN A TIT AND A TWIT

- I. Kant

6 months ago...

'Knock, Knock.'

"Who's there?" asked the voice inside the motel room.

"It's me, Lydia. We spoke on the phone this morning," said Officer Vanessa Stavers, silently cursing Sheriff Daniels under her breath, and not for the first time today.

"Come in."

Vanessa turned the knob and went in.

"Close the door behind you," said the man that Vanessa and her team had been searching for the last three months.

There had been a spate of narcotic busts in Los Angeles and subsequent interrogations had revealed that the drugs were being routed through the sleepy coastal county of Ashton about one hundred miles away.

Sheriff Frank Daniels had immediately swung into action and set up a task force headed by himself to investigate. Like the big headed dick that he was, all help from the LAPD had been rebuffed vehemently and the Ashton County Sheriff's department with a total strength of 8, including Annie the lab of the K-9 unit was struggling.

The team had been working without success, until they lucked out and caught a truck loaded with high grade cocaine on the I5. In exchange for a plea deal, the owner of the trucking company confessed that the brains behind the operation was a man only known as 'El Pollo'. He also helped the police set up a meeting with El Pollo's local man, Hector Ramirez as part of the deal.

Vanessa was acting as the girlfriend of an up and coming drug lord in New York. The story was that she was scouting for suppliers on the West Coast and had chanced upon the guy with the trucking company. The meeting was set up on the phone and Vanessa was told to meet Hector at the motel, which is where she found herself that night.

Vanessa closed the door and got her first look at Hector Ramirez.

He was lying on the king sized bed in the room wearing a white tee and grey cotton shorts.

Hector got up from the bed and came towards her. Vanessa took a step backward.

At five foot seven, Hector was at least five inches shorter than Vanessa. He was however built like the bulls she had seen running in Pamplona during the festival. Muscles bulged out of his shirt and his legs were like tree trunks. His face, though was spectacularly ugly. It was pockmarked and there was a long scar running down the left side, from his ear to the jaw. His jet black hair was in a crew cut. She silently cursed Sheriff Daniels again as she looked at Hector.

Hector could not believe his eyes. He had been looking forward to meeting the woman behind the sultry voice that morning, but nothing could have prepared him for the dark haired goddess that stood in front of him.

Vanessa was tall. At nearly six feet, she was towered over most people in her department and in her life.

That was the second thing that people noticed about her.

The first thing people noticed about her were of course, the tits. They were humongous, there was no other way to put it. Even if she wore frumpy or over-sized sweatshirts, peoples' eyes invariably gravitated towards them. Today, at the insistence of Sheriff Daniels, she was wearing a white cropped tank top which was a size too small along with tight, hot pink track pants. She was not wearing a bra.

Hector's dong immediately stood to attention. This was going to be infinitely better than he expected.

"Are you Hector?" asked Vanessa, forcing him to tear his eyes away from her orbs.

He looked up at her. Piercing green eyes with shades of emerald and jade stared back at him. She had a rounded face with a slightly upturned nose. Other than her ruby red lipstick, she did not seem that wear any make-up. Her shoulder length dark brown hair was tied in a severe ponytail which gave her the look of a slutty schoolteacher on her day off.

"Si, mamacita! Now go put that bag on the table and come here," he replied, indicating a small desk on the far side of the room.

Vanessa was carrying a small gym bag filled with ten thousand dollars in marked hundreds for the deal with Hector. The bag had a small camera in the strap relaying audio and video to an unmarked police van outside the motel.

She took the bag and walked towards the table, aware of the heat from his gaze.

Hector was mesmerized by Vanessa's hot pant encased ass cheeks, moving up and down rhythmically as she set down the bag on the table.

"C'mere!" Hector called. Vanessa returned and stood in front of him.

"Turn around, I gotta check for weapon," he said.

"I ain't got no 'weapon', amigo. Do you see what I'm wearing? Where would I keep it?" Vanessa asked angrily.

"It don't matter chula! I gotta check anyway," he said. "Now turn around!"

Vanessa turned reluctantly.

Hector crouched and started patting her up from the ankles. She had a small black tattoo of an anchor just above her ankle and the name 'Jason' written in a floral script below it. "Who's Jason, chula? Your boyfriend? What kinda pansy ass name is Jason?"

"That's none of your business amigo," she replied.

Vanessa's tracksuit was the kind which was tight at the hips, but flared at the bottom. He slid his hand inside the hem, feeling her legs until he reached her smooth rounded calf.

Vanessa shook her leg. "That's enough. There's nothing there!"

Hector laughed and removed his hand from inside the pant leg.

He kept on caressing the back of her thighs through the fabric as he stood up slowly, his cock now fully hard and straining against his shorts.

Vanessa felt Hector's cock trailing up her thigh as he stood up behind her. She tried to move forward, but he caught her hips and pulled her close to him.

He breathed in her smell and got a whiff of frangipani and sunset in a tropical beach.

"Where are you going chica!?"

"Enough of this!" she replied. "As you can see, I am not hiding anything!"

Hector laughed from behind. "No chica, I still have to look here," he said, grabbing two handfuls of her tit flesh.

Vanessa pushed his hands away from her breasts and turned around. "Stop it!" she yelled. "You know, for a guy in your line of business, you don't seem to know where people hide guns on their body!"

"True chica, but most people don't have those," he said pointing at her melons. "I gotta do this. I gotta be safe you know and you look dangerous with those bazookas!" He laughed.

Getting behind Vanessa one again, he started patting her plump derriere, pressing his aching hard-on into her thighs.

Patting turned into full-fledged ass grabbing as his hands started mauling the supple and yielding flesh. One hand wandered over to the front where it tried to get inside her tracksuit and down to her pussy.

Vanessa slapped his hand away.

"Stop it!" she yelled again.

Hector stopped trying to get into her pants and instead moved his hand up to her soft rounded belly.

His other hand had also stopped pawing her ass and moved inside her tank top.

Vanessa could feel his rough hands tracing an outline from her belly button to the underside of her breasts. She tried to catch hold of them, but he was too powerful.

Before she knew it, both his hands were inside her top and onto her bare boobs.

Hector could not believe it. Her tits were even more awesome than he thought they would be. Each one was very heavy and really soft with no signs of any artificial enhancement. He lifted and massaged them in awe while poor Vanessa struggled to break free.

"You motherfucker! Let me go!" she shouted.

In her struggle, her butt rubbed against the front of his shorts and almost drove Hector crazy.

Hector started dry humping Vanessa in earnest while his hands roamed her giant melons within the confines of the tank top.

Vanessa struggled as his constrained cock repeatedly stabbed her thighs and the underside of her butt while he was manhandling her soft titflesh.

"Let go of me you fucker!" Vanessa shouted as she twisted and turned, finally managing to pull Hector's hands from inside her top.

She turned to face Hector. There was a wet spot on his grey shorts where the precum had oozed out.

Her face was red and her hair was messed up with her efforts.

"Do you fucking want to make a deal or not? I will leave this very minute!" Vanessa shouted, shaking with anger.

"Si mamacita, calma te, calma te!" he replied. "Lo siento, I got a little bit carried away."

"You know, if my boyfriend comes to know of this, you'll be in a lot of trouble mister!"

Hector laughed. "You know chica, if you were my girlfriend, I would not let you out of my sight for one second, let alone send you to deal with a cabron like me. Let that pendejo come, I'll teach him how to keep a chica like you happy!"

"Fuck you, you little fucker! I am leaving now," Vanessa said angrily as tied her disheveled hair back into a ponytail.

This made her braless mountains jiggle slightly. Thanks to Hector's earlier antics, her nipples too were erect and shone through the white tank top, like two honing beacons trying to lead him to the treasures underneath.

With great difficulty, Hector controlled the urge to grab her again and sat back on the bed, still sporting a massive hard-on.

He patted the spot next to him and said, "Come sit here. No hanky panky. Prometo!"

Vanessa came back and sat near the edge of the bed, far away from where Hector had asked her to.

"So, do you want to make a deal or not?" she asked, trying to compose herself.

"Si, si, mamacita. Let's deal!" he replied.

Vanessa glanced down and to her horror saw that Hector's shorts had finally lost the battle with his cock and the dark brown thing with a big purple head was peeking out from the side.

It was still hard and the knob was glistening.

Hector also seemed to be aware of it, but didn't do anything to hide his errant prick.

He opened a small bag next to him and picked out a package.

"Is this what you want?" he asked.

Vanessa reached for it but Hector didn't give it to her.

"No, no chica. The money first!"

Vanessa got up and walked to the desk where she had put her bag.

Hector once again enjoyed the sexy dance of her twin ass cheeks moving up and down like two pistons. There were a couple of dark spots on her pink tracksuit too, where his precum had rubbed off while he was humping her.

Vanessa came back to the bed and put the bag down.

"Open it!" he ordered.

Vanessa leaned in front of Hector to open the bag.

He got a direct view of the chasm that was her cleavage. For a few seconds, he could see her glorious breasts hanging down like two honeydew melons ripe for the picking.

He simply could not handle it anymore and with an involuntary grunt, launched himself at Vanessa.

She was pushed onto the bed as Hector fell on top of her.

One hand furiously grabbed her breasts while the other pulled his cock out of his shorts.

Vanessa struggled and shouted as she saw his dick was finally out and about. It was at least eight inches long with a throbbing vein running on the left side, reminding her of the scar lining his jaw.

Like face, like cock she thought, which was a ridiculous thing to be thinking, considering the position she was in at the moment.

Hector was getting even more crazed with lust. Vanessa was really getting to him. Her smell, those wonderful tits, the soft curves of her body, everything was making him loco.

Even as she was mouthing obscenities at him, all he wondered was how her luscious lips would look wrapped around his cock.

Vanessa wrestled wildly and somehow managed to sit upright on the bed from under Hector.

She made to get up, but he was still holding onto to her top. The poor material had already been struggling to keep the boobs contained inside, but Hector's latest tit attack was the last straw.

With a loud rip, it tore on one side, causing one wildly jiggling right chesticle to fall out with a plop.

The areola was light pink in color, nicely blending with the white creaminess of her titflesh. One big nipple jutted out angrily.

It was enough to drive him mad.

He came forward and his mouth latched onto the nipple with a loud "Ungghhh!"

Vanessa and Sheriff Daniels had agreed on a safe word which would send the team outside to step in, if things went south.

She yelled that out now - "Lipstick!"

"Lipstick!"

Hector could vaguely hear her shouting something, but since most of his blood was being routed to his penis, his brain could not process it.

"Lipstick!" she yelled again.

"Lipstick, for fuck's sake!" But no one came.

Hector pushed her onto the bed and tried to tit fuck the breast that had popped out. His cock pushed in and out, in and out and he even managed to touch her lips with his a couple of times.

In the meantime, Vanessa had managed to locate her bag with her right hand and found the Ruger .38 she had concealed under the cash.

She pointed it at Hector and shouted, "Hands up motherfucker!"

Just then, Sheriff Daniels and another officer broke open the door and rushed in with their handguns raised.

Both Hector and Vanessa looked at them, one in confusion and the other with bloody murder in their eyes.

The excitement was too much for Hector's cock though.

"Uhhhuhuh!"

He came slowly, in long, thick white spurts with three or four shots completely coating her exposed tit. Two landed on her neck while the final shot fell on the side of her right cheek.

Vanessa was so angry at Sheriff Daniels that she did not notice it at all.

"What the fuck took you so fucking long?" she yelled, as she pushed Hector away and got up.

Neither man answered as they looked mesmerized at the cum-covered tit flopping about.

Vanessa looked down to see what they were staring at and was horrified to see goblets of cum dripping down from her left breast. She could feel cum flowing down her cheek too.

She rushed into the bathroom and cleaned herself up.

Holding a towel against her chest, she went to Sheriff Daniels and said, "Fuck you and fuck your department! I fucking quit!"

With this, she went to the motel office to call her sister to pick her up.

********

Present day

She woke up to music on her morning alarm. For a few seconds, Vanessa debated whether to help Rihanna figure out the square root of 69, but decided that it was too early for that.

She brushed her teeth and went downstairs to get her coffee fix.

She filled the filter with powder and switched on the coffee maker, but nothing happened.

Messing with the power cord yielded no results. Getting frustrated, she started hitting the coffee maker.

"Work goddamnit!"

"Hey! Hey! What's all the banging about?"

Vanessa turned and saw Sean, her boyfriend of nearly two years walk in with an arm full of grocery bags.

"I'm gone for an hour and you are already destroying the kitchen?"

"This fucking thing is not working. It is a fucking piece of shit!"

"What? I just had coffee before I left. It was working fine baby," he said.

"Well, it isn't fucking working now, that's for sure," Vanessa said crossing her arms.

She was wearing a short pink and white two piece pyjama set. The slight October chill had set off her nipples which poked through her camisole. Crossing her arms bunched up her bountiful boobies across her forearms, giving the effect of two torpedoes ready to fire upon an unsuspecting target.

Sean, as usual got a huge chubby. "You know, baby, you are so spectacularly sexy that I don't think that you are good for my brain, or my heart or any other part of the body other than my weenus. That's the only place my blood flows to when I see you."

"Weenus. Ha-ha. I love that you call it that. But I need coffee!" she replied.

"You know what? I will treat your weenus to a nice wet blowjob if you can get this to work and give me coffee in five minutes!"

"Oh yeah! It's a deal baby!" Sean got to work on the coffee maker. After fiddling with it for a couple of minutes, he exclaimed, "I think I found the problem!"

"Yayy!" Vanessa came closer to the kitchen table.

"You see this drain in the water tank? Yeah, that is clogged"

"Uh huh, uh huh. Ok. How soon will I get coffee?"

"Just a couple of minutes. I need to get a small wire," he said and went to the garage to get it.

"Coffee, coffee, coffee, coffee." Vanessa kept chanting.

When Sean returned, he was naked from the waist down and his cock was at half-mast. He held a piece of wire and a small cushion in his hand.

"What's this?" she asked. "Why is it out already?"

Sean said "Look, I will be done in three minutes tops. You might as well get a 'head' start"

Vanessa laughed and said, "I see what you did there."

She took the cushion from him and knelt on it. As Sean worked on the coffee filter, she took hold of his cock and started stroking it gently.

"Ummm... That feels good baby," he said.

Vanessa kissed the head of his cock. She lifted up his cock as she took one of his balls in her mouth and swirled it around. Her pink tongue trailed a line from the base to the tip of his cockhead. She repeated the motion, this time giving wet kisses to the shaft instead. Finally, she took it into her mouth.

"Coffee maker fixed, one cup coming up," Sean declared.

Vanessa gurgled a reply as her soft lips encircled his cock. She bobbed her head up and down as she tried to deep throat it.

"Damn baby! Lick my balls again."

Vanessa took one of his balls in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. She slobbered all over his balls and coated them with her saliva.

She took his cock back into her mouth while stroking it with her hand. Her other hand grabbed one of his ass cheeks as she went to town, increasing the pace of the blowjob.

Sean leaned down and put his hands inside her top, massaging her tit.

"One cup coffee ready baby," he said as he face fucked her frantically.

Vanessa removed her mouth from his cock. "In a minute honey, let me make you cum first."

Drool spread generously on her mouth and flowed down her chin, wetting her top.

"Fuck that looks hot," Sean said, as he pulled one tit out. He twisted the nipple as Vanessa resumed her blowjob.

She caressed his balls with one hand as she raked her nails across his ass with the other. Sean could see Vanessa slobbering on his meat, spittle dripping everywhere. One gigantic tit was hanging out, jiggling with each movement of her head.

She pulled his penis out of her mouth jabbed her erect nipple with his saliva coated cock. She kissed the purple head and swallowed his penis again, rolling her tongue on the underside of his cock.

It was too much for him. "Fuck! I'm going to cum," he shouted.

"Wait, wait!" Vanessa stood up and grabbed the cup of coffee. She took his cock and directed it towards the cup.

Sean came in long spurts. Swirls of white cum floated in the coffee, as if she had put creamer into it. When he finally stopped cumming, Vanessa let go of his cock. She took a spoon, mixed it up and took a sip.

"Yummy!" she said.

"You are a nasty slut Van!" A string of cum hung from the slit of Sean's cock.

Vanessa pressed it to get the last bit of jizz out and dropped it into her mouth.

"Damn right! Now go get dressed, Jason will be here soon."

********

At about the same time, Jason was at the other end of town trying his luck getting laid.

"Ok, how about a little sucky?"

"No!"

"C'mon! One quick kiss on the tip!" Jason cried.

"No! Stop pestering me," Josephine Stavers told her young nephew who was pleading with her desperately.

At forty one, Josephine was three years older than her half-sister Vanessa. They had the same mother, who unfortunately drew the short straw when it came to men. Both their fathers turned out to be deadbeat dads who left as soon as things got a bit tough. Growing up, it was just Vanessa, Josephine and their mom and so the sisters were a very tight family.

Josephine was tall and had the same flawless skin as her sister. She also had similar giant breasts which turned heads whenever she went out in public. Unlike Vanessa though, she had shoulder length blonde hair and sky blue eyes. She was also slightly more rounded than her, with most of the roundness happening in her boobage and her ass.

Jason's dad, Vanessa's husband had been a car salesman who had taken off to discover himself in the by-lanes of the Far East as soon as he was born. He had been raised by the sisters who doted on him.

Jason turned out to be an extremely smart kid. He finished university by the time he was twenty with two degrees, one in information systems and the other in forensic science.

Girls though, were not his forte. In high school, he was tall and gangling with glasses and everyone called him 'Jason the Geek'. Girls used to talk to him only during finals week and for projects, asking for help. Although they used to let him cop a feel or flashed their tits as quid pro quo, he never really had any luck going further than that.

College was almost the same story. Though he filled out his body by hitting the gym and dropped the glasses for a pair of contacts, the Stavers family curse hit him as well. He only had two serious relationships, but got his heart broken with both of them. One cheated on him with a class professor for better grades, while the other left him to go on a study tour to Guatemala and never came back.

Jason was extremely close to his mom and aunt. At twenty, he already had made a few apps and games that hit the number one spots on the charts. He had already made more money than he ever wanted, so he was just enjoying life now. Although he had his own little house on a small cliff overlooking the Pacific, he could usually be found at either his aunt's or mom's place.

Josephine herself was on her third divorce, which was the reason for the predicament she found herself in now.

A couple of months back, her soon to be ex-husband, Ryan was threatening to put a private video of hers on the web. After cajoling and pleading with him to no avail, Josephine finally told her sister who told Jason.

Jason pretended to be a Microsoft technician and got access to Ryan's computer rather easily. After digging around for a few minutes, he found the file and deleted it from the system. For good measure, he hacked into her ex's email and sent random dick pics to all the contacts in there.

Josephine was relieved, but did not know that Jason had copied the file before deleting it. Once he was alone, he finally opened it to see what the fuss was all about.

It was a four minute clip of the best porn he had ever seen in his life. Shot in glorious HD, with great lighting, it started out with just the sounds of a woman grunting and moaning with pleasure.

Someone picked the camera and focused on the action. It was happening in some kind of a hotel room. Jason figured that it was Ryan holding the camera, from his voice. His aunt was lying on all fours on the bed, being banged doggy style by some tall guy he didn't recognize. As he took the camera closer to the bed, Ryan said, "You look so hot Jo!"

Jason saw that Josephine's face was glistening. He guessed that her ex had cum on her face before the clip started and had done a great job of it.

Closer to the three minute mark was the mother-lode. The camera zoomed out just a bit in front of Josephine so that her body was framed in the shot. The man banging her from behind decided to up the pace and her moaning intensified. Her huge breasts shook violently with the pounding. Her plump ass rippled with each thrust of the man's cock. The unknown man leaned forward and grabbed one of her massive tits with his hand.

Ryan zoomed the camera down to his cock which had apparently recovered enough to stand to attention again.

"Want me to suck your cock again baby?" Josephine called out.

"Hell yeah," Ryan replied and stuffed his cock into her open mouth. With his free hand, he grabbed her other breast.

Soon both men were tugging her tits this way and that way while she was being spit-roasted between them. It was too much for the other guy and he shouted, "I'm gonna cum!"

He pulled his cock out of her pussy and let go of the biggest money shot Jason had ever seen. Reams of cum flew onto her back. One shot even hit the back her blonde hair and hung down from there.

Ryan pulled out his cock from her mouth. "Wow Clark, you really drenched her. How long have you been holding that in?!"

Both Clark and Josephine chuckled.

He panned the camera over her body. Rivulets of cum ran down her back. The strand of cum lodged in her hair dangled precariously.

As the camera focused on her tits and wet face, she winked and puckered her lips to blow a kiss.

That's when Jason usually blew his load. One hundred and forty eight times by last count. Almost three times a day on average.

After the video incident, it was as if a tap had been turned on. It slowly built up to the point where Jason thought "Fuck it! I am just going to take a chance."

So this morning, he had turned up at Josephine's place. She had opened the door all sweaty wearing a black spandex workout dress.

"Hi sweetie! Come on in. I just came back from my run. Your mom messaged. She wants us to be at her place in an hour."

He watched her walk towards the kitchen. Her breasts were large enough that the sides could be seen even from behind, encapsulated in the tight workout dress. He wondered how she went for a run without them popping out all the time and knocking her out.

He went into the kitchen. Josephine was picking some fruit from the fridge. "Do you want some juice Jason?" she asked.

"No Aunt Jo. I actually wanted to talk to you."

"Ok, shoot."

Jason cleared his throat and said in a low voice, "I want to be your rebound."

"What was that honey? I didn't hear ya."

"I said, I want to be your rebound." He said it a bit louder this time.

"I don't understand."

"Look, you know how after every break-up or divorce, you hook up with some random loser in a bar and then regret it? I am giving you the opportunity to hook up with a nice, clean guy - me and not regret anything!"

Josephine laughed. "Good one! Ha-ha."

"No, I am serious!" He was indignant. "I think this is a win-win situation for both of us. I get to do what I have wanted to for a while now and you get to let off steam."

"Are you crazy?" she asked.

"I am dead serious Aunt Jo."

"Hold on! Did you see Ryans's video, you asshole? Is that what has brought this on?" she yelled.

Jason looked at her sheepishly. "I was just curious what was in it."

"I told you to delete it without seeing it. You are an asshole."

"I am sorry. I have been watching that every day since then. I just couldn't help myself. You are a beautiful goddess who needs to be treated right."

"Is this what this is about? You want to bang your aunt? What if I don't agree? Are you going to send it to everyone just like that bastard threatened?" she shouted.

"Never! I respect you much more than that. It will go with me to my grave even if you say no."

Josephine laughed, "Yeah right, you melodramatic fucktard!"

"All I want to do is to help you!" he said, and pulled out a couple of M&M's from his pocket.

"See, you have a choice between the red pill and the blue pill. If you take the blue pill, this story ends. You will continue along the same path that you have tread before. A fleeting cock here and a floating cock there, followed by constant regret. If you take the red pill, you will stay in Wonderland. You will get a stable new cock - mine, which will be at your beck and call and will never disappoint you. What will it be? Red or Blue? Choose wisely."

Josephine burst out laughing, her anger dissipating rapidly. "Nice try buster! You are cute, but no cigar!"

"C'mon Aunt Jo!" he cried.

"No! Stop pestering me," she said going upstairs to her bedroom. "You stay put, I'm going to take a shower and change. And then we can go to your mom's place."

Jason considered his options. He decided to roll the dice one last time. He waited for a few minutes and went upstairs. Without knocking, he entered her room. Josephine had apparently taken a quick shower, and was wearing a bra and panties.

The bra had a front clasp and was straining to hold back her twin mountains which seemed as if they could force themselves out any moment.

"What are you doing here?" Josephine shouted.

She saw Jason unzipping the front of his khakis and his very large cock flopped out.

"Ok, you win. Just a handjob then," he said.

"You are incorrigible. I said no, Jason!" she said looking at the big purple head slowly rising, as his cock got erect.

"Ok, Ok. How about I jerk off while I touch your boobs?"

"No! Just put that away and get out of my room", she said pointing towards the door.

"Ok. How about I jerk off while you touch your boobs?"

"No!"

"Pleeease...? I won't ask anything of you ever again," he pleaded.

"No!"

"Look! Can you see how excited my dick is to see you?" He persisted.

"No!"

He pointed to his cock. "You are a cruel, cruel woman. You cause this and just leave me hanging like that?"

Josephine laughed.

"You don't have to do anything at all. Let me do all the work."

She finally relented. "I don't know what has gotten into you. Fine! I just want to end this ridiculousness. You will not touch me, I will not take off anything. I will just sit on the bed and you do whatever you have to do. Then we shall not speak of this or repeat this kind of behavior again. Ok?"

"Ok!" he said.

Although this was not what he had hoped for, Jason was happy that they had at least reached this stage. He removed his pants while Josephine sat on the bed.

He came towards her, his cock just inches away from her face.

"That's far enough," she said.

Jason stroked his cock. Josephine tried to avert her eyes, but it was impossible to ignore the pussy pounder in front of her face. Jason's dick was long and thick with a bulbous purple head that stood proudly, shining with pre-cum.

"Do you like my cock, Aunt Jo?" he asked, slowly tugging his meat.

He wanted to savor this moment and not cum too quickly.

"Just the thought of you makes it stand up. Don't you want to touch it?" He reached for her hand.

"No!" she replied slapping away his hand, her huge tits jiggling.

"Ok, can I see those boobies? I have been dying to see them for real ever since I saw that clip!"

"No! I said no touching and no undressing. Now finish quickly and let's get this done with."

"Ok Aunt Jo. I will try," Jason replied.

He resumed stroking his cock, trying to focus on the magnificent boobs in front of him. The bra covered only three fourths of the tit flesh, with both the top and undersides exposed. Her skin was creamy and looked soft and welcoming.

"You are so beautiful Aunt Jo. I dream of the day when your soft lips will wrap themselves around my cock and I can fuck your wet mouth. I want to bury myself in your huge tits and get lost in there. Every night, I jerk off to the thought of my cock entering in your soaking, tight pussy. Will you let me do it Aunt Jo? Someday?"

Josephine was getting wet listening to Jason's dirty talk. Although she didn't want to, she found herself staring at his rather long shaft while he milked it with his hand.

Jason realized that her willpower seemed a bit shaky and said, "You know, this might go a bit faster if I can touch your boobs. Don't undress, let me just feel them through your bra."

"No!" she said.

"Look, the faster I cum, the faster we can get out of here," he reasoned.

"Ok fine, just hurry up," she said grudgingly.

He leaned down to touch her tits. Since he was already close to her face, it made his cock jab her chin. It made Josephine gasp and she opened her mouth in a silent 'O'.

Jason grabbed the opportunity to try and force his cock into her mouth. He succeeded in getting the cockhead in just a bit. She instinctively licked it with her tongue, until her brain belatedly realized what was happening.

She pushed him away with both hands. "I said you could touch my breasts and that's it. Don't try anything else! Or I'll just get up and leave."

"Sorry Aunt Jo." Jason came forward again, taking care with great self-control, that his engorged penis did not touch her face again.

He once again leaned down and touched her bra with his right hand. He lifted the heavy tit and jiggled it. The flesh was soft and malleable. Her nipples were now jutting out through the cloth. He pinched one gently, all the time stroking his cock.

"It is difficult for me to touch myself and touch your beautiful boobs at the same time. Can you please jerk me off while I feel these beauties?" Jason asked.

"Oh! Since you asked so politely... NO!" she replied. "Do your own dirty work!"

"Pleeease? I won't ask for anything ever again!"

Josephine laughed. "I have heard that somewhere before."

"C'mon! Or we'll be here all day long and I will enjoy it, but I don't know if you will!" he said.

Josephine thought about it. Awkward as it was, if she sat there for any longer, things could get really out of control.

"Jason Stavers, you are an asshole!" she declared. "I don't know how your mother and I raised a monster like you."

"You mean a monster cock?" Jason asked triumphantly, as Josephine held his dick in her hand for the first time.

It was indeed a monster. She found that one hand could not fully encircle its width.

Her hands were warm on his cock. Jason started thrusting back and forth, fucking her hand.

"Spit on it Aunt Jo! It will make things easier."

"No, you nasty little brat!" she replied.

"Ok, I'll do it then!" he said lifting his hand to his mouth.

"Wait, asshole," Josephine said, picking up a bottle on her dresser. She poured a bit of some white stuff on her hands and massaged his shaft with it. The smell of lavender and peppermint moisturizer wafted through the air.

Jason put both his hands on her breasts. While Josephine was preoccupied with his cock, he slyly undid the clasp of her bra.

The mountainous globes tumbled free of their constraints. They were a sight to behold!

"What the fuck Jason?!" she cried, but did not let go of his wang.

"Sorry, but I had to see them!" Jason replied, his dream finally coming true.

Her tits were fully rounded like two huge water balloons. Her areolae were light brown in color. The big nipples were erect and he pinched them lightly.

Josephine wouldn't admit it, but she was also enjoying what was happening. As cocks go, Jason's was a thing of beauty. She had seen a wide spectrum of cocks and Jason's was definitely at the top end of the curve. The purple head was perfectly proportionate to the length and girth of the shaft which was as hard as a slab of marble. It was a perfectly sized piece of manhood, which at any other time and on any other person, would have been inside her pussy by now.

It had been a while since she had held such a magnificent specimen in her hands. She had always been free spirited, but the ugly breakup with Ryan had deflated her. Now Jason was rekindling it again, wrong as it might be.

"Can I titfuck them?" he asked, rubbing her tits.

"Absolutely not!" Josephine tried to show a semblance of self-respect.

"I think I will cum as soon my cock touches your beautiful boobs."

"No!" she replied, her hands still stroking his cock.

Jason pleaded. "Pleeease... I promise, I won't ask..."

"For anything again." Josephine finished his sentence. "Yeah, we all know how that turned out for me!"

"Pleeease Aunt Jo!"

"Ok, fuck it! I just want to get this over with. Plus your mom is probably waiting and I don't want to face her foul mouthed temper today after all this." She took his cock and placed it between her tits.

"It will be easier if you lie down Aunt Jo."

"Ok." Josephine scooted to the middle of the bed and lay down on a pillow. Her heavy breasts wibbled and wobbled as she adjusted her position. Jason climbed up and straddled her stomach.

She put some more of the lavender concoction on his shaft and rubbed it in. Jason took both her tits and pushed them together. He slowly slid his cock meat into the gap between her melons. For a second the head disappeared out of view and reappeared at the other end.

Jason started thrusting it in and out. He could see Josephine focused on his cock. He decided to stick his neck out and pushed his cock closer to her mouth to gauge her reaction. When she didn't say anything, he pushed further and touched her lips with his knob.

Josephine saw his cock coming towards her mouth at the next stroke and timidly stuck her tongue out to taste it. This emboldened Jason and he pushed even further through the titflesh.

Her full lips parted and his cock made its way inside. Jason pulled back and his cock came out of her mouth with a plop.

"You hold your boobs," he directed Josephine. Steadying himself on the bed, he started tit fucking her in earnest. She kept her mouth open, receiving his cock inside on each downward thrust.

"Oh my god, I'm gonna cum!" he yelled after just a couple of minutes.

His cock erupted while hidden between her breasts. His cum shot through the valley and splattered her. He helped his aunt hold her boobs together and kept on thrusting.

Cum ran down her chin and pooled in the dip at the base of her neck.

Jason fell beside Josephine on the bed. "Wow!" was all that he could manage.

Josephine stood up. She looked beautiful, streaks of cum running down her neck to the big mammaries, like water droplets on a window pane.

"You got what you wanted. Now get out of my room and let me get dressed!" she told him.

Jason gathered his pants meekly and left the room.

********

They took separate cars to Vanessa's house.

His mom was waiting for them in the den.

"Great news guys! We have our first case!"

Jason gave Vanessa a high five. "Way to go mom!"

After quitting the sheriff's department, on Jason and Josephine's encouragement, Vanessa had taken training to become a private investigator. She had received her licence two weeks ago.

Jason and Josephine had agreed to help her do any legwork if required.

"That's amazing sis!"

Josephine hugged her sister. Jason noticed that two pairs of huge tits made the process a difficult one.

"It is related to the last case I was working on before I quit."

"The El Pollo one?" Jason asked.

Vanessa had told both Josephine and him the story of what happened at the motel without going into too many details.

"Yes honey. The guy who was transporting the drugs for him had been cooperating with us. His son, Mark studies in UCLA and had come home for the weekend. He disappeared on the way back to school. His mother came here early morning since I was the one who got her husband a plea deal in return for his help. He is in jail and she did not know whom to turn to. Apparently Sheriff Daniels is not too interested in finding the kid."

Josephine asked, "I thought the El Pollo case had gone cold?"

"Yes. After I left, I don't think Daniels made any progress."

"How could he? He is a bungling idiot who let his best officer go. Ideally he should be fired for gross incompetence."

Vanessa ruffled Jason's hair. "Aww. You are so sweet."

"Is there anything I can help with Van?" Josephine asked.

"Yes. I need you and Jason to go to Yorktown and check out a diner there. Records show that his phone was last used there."

"But why would he go to Yorktown? That's quite a detour to go to LA."

Vanessa replied, "That's what we need to find out."

Yorktown was almost eighty miles from Ashton. Josephine was not too keen on a road trip with Jason, after what had transpired in the morning.

She didn't say anything though.

Jason excitedly said, "Great! We can do that."

He put an arm around his aunt's waist. "I'm up for it!" he said pointedly and winked at Josephine.

Josephine pushed him away.

Oblivious to the tension between the two, Vanessa continued. "I'm going down to the trucking company. Mark went there before leaving for UCLA. I'll check if someone knows anything."

"Ok mom, we'll call you if we find anything. Let's go Aunt Jo, we'll take my car."

"See you guys later," Vanessa said.

********

Jason and Josephine got into his GMC Terrain. He switched on the radio to Nicki Minaj giving some expert advice on herpetology.

They rode without speaking to each other for a few minutes. Finally Jason broke the ice.

"I had fun this morning. How about you?" he asked.

"It is wrong you know. I'm your aunt."

Jason noted that she did not say she didn't enjoy it.

He countered. "Well if you think about it, you are my mom's half-sister. And I only have half of my mom's genes. So technically we are only twenty five percent related. And everyone knows that a quarter of anything is not that much at all."

Josephine laughed. "You are a smooth talker. I'll give you that. I wonder why girls are not lining up at your doorstep."

"That's because they have impossible standards to live up to," he replied looking directly at her.

Josephine laughed again. "Wow. You really are laying it on thick, pal."

"No, it is the truth. Look what happens when all you do is just sit next to me."

Jason unzipped his fly with one hand and his big cock flopped out, already erect. He started stroking it.

"Oh God! What is with you and getting your penis out all the time? You are just as bad as your fa..." She stopped mid-sentence.

"Huh?" he asked more interested in jerking his cock.

"Nothing, nothing," she replied, relieved that he had not paid attention.

"My cock is yearning for your touch Aunt Jo! It will shrivel and wither away if you don't touch it."

"Oh for fuck's sake Jason!" she groaned.

"Pleeeease Aunt Jo!" he cried.

"I let you cum between my tits for goodness' sake!" She added, "That was just a couple of hours ago!"

"Seems like ages! Anyway my cock is up and ready to go."

Josephine was secretly enjoying her nephew's interest in her.

"Ok fine! This is the last time I am going to do this," she said, even though she suspected it wasn't.

She took Jason's cock in her hand and started jerking it off.

Josephine was wearing a printed cotton skirt with swathes of orange coral surrounded by a bright oceanic blue background. The skirt had deep slits on the sides, exposing her milky thighs. A white V-neck top, knotted at the bottom, exposed her midriff and the belly button. She was wearing a matching blue bra which was visible through the semi-transparent top. Her tits jiggled along with the movements of her hand.

Jason put his hand on her thigh through the slit and started caressing it. The skin was smooth and velvety to the touch.

"Your skin is so soft Aunt Jo," he marveled. He moved his hand further up her thigh towards her pussy.

"That's far enough," she said, stopping his hand from foraging further.

Jason removed his hand and put it on her splendid tits. "Your boobs look just as spectacular when they are covered." He groped her with some urgency.

It started getting difficult for him to focus on his driving.

"Let's stop someplace and finish this," he suggested.

"Might as well, since we are not going to get anywhere with you turning into a sex fiend all of a sudden," Josephine said.

"Look, there seems to be a place there." Jason pointed out to a battered sign off the road which said 'Rest Area'.

He turned off the freeway into a road that led to a chaparral. It opened out into a small parking lot and an abandoned kiosk.

Jason pulled into a spot near a bunch of trees and switched off the engine. He reclined his seat back to a 45 degree angle, giving Josephine room to manoeuvre.

"Can you kiss it Aunt Jo?" he asked, gesturing towards his cock.

Josephine pulled her hair up into a top knot and slid her sunglasses to the top of her head, looking like a perfect soccer mom. She bent over and planted a wet kiss on his purple knob while cupping his balls. "Is this what you want, you dirty boy?"

Jason groaned and muttered something unintelligible. Josephine opened her mouth wide and engulfed his whole cock in one go. She stayed like that for a few seconds.

"Oh!" was all that Jason could manage. He could feel his cock hitting the back of her throat. She came up for air coughing. His shaft was coated with her saliva.

"Wow, it's been a long time since I did that," she said happily. "Your cock is so big that I didn't think I could fit the whole thing in my mouth."

His cock swelled even more, although it seemed to be a biological impossibility. He reached in front and gave Josephine a tissue to wipe the tears from her eyes due to the gagging.

"Oh my, aren't you the gentleman?" She smiled.

"Let's have another go shall we?" she said, wiping her eyes.

She kissed the top of his cock again and slowly ate his cock bit by bit. The tips of her teeth lightly grazed the length of the shaft and drove him wild.

Jason untied the knot of her top and told her "Let's get those puppies out."

Josephine raised her arms and he pulled the shirt over her head. The bra was low cut and miles of cleavage came into focus.

"Whoever invented these front clasped bras is a friggin' genius," Jason said. "I'm sure it was a guy who was frustrated by years of fiddling in the back."

She laughed as her orbs tumbled out. Jason leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth while massaging the other one.

Josephine sighed. "That feels great honey. Now suck on the other one." She kept on jerking his cock as Jason sucked on the other tit.

He bit the nipple lightly. "Do you like it if I do that?" he asked.

"Yes that feels great, just not too hard," she answered. Jason spent a few minutes alternating between sucking and gentle nibbling on her boobs.

"Now let me suck that cock of yours."

Jason laid back again on the seat and pulled his pants down a bit to give easy access. She bent over and started licking his cock again.

Jason closed his eyes to savor the feeling of her wet tongue.

He put his hand on her bare back which was slick with perspiration. He moved south and stuck his fingers inside her colorful skirt. She seemed to be wearing some kind of a satiny thong.

He moved the string aside and slid his index finger in between her ass cheeks. He played around her asshole for a short while, before moving on to her pussy.

"Wow, you are super wet!" Jason inserted his middle finger into her moist, steamy pussy.

"Unggggh!" she cried with his cock in her mouth. He felt Josephine shiver a little bit and the back of her neck reddened. Her cunt muscles tightened around his finger trying to pull it inside. He drew his finger out and pushed it in again.

Josephine removed his wet cock from her mouth and whispered with her eyes closed, "That feels so good honey."

Jason started finger fucking her as she resumed her blowjob. Josephine bobbed her head up and down his shaft.

"Does my tongue feel good on your cock baby?" she asked as she licked the base of his dick.

"It is so thick that I cannot even wrap my hand around it." She sat up and used both her hands to jerk off his cock. Jason pulled his finger out of her pussy and put it in her mouth, letting Josephine taste her cunt juices.

He then went back to mauling her titflesh.

Josephine resumed her handjob, maintaining eye contact with Jason all the time. Jason looked into her eyes and found himself lost in her lustful blue eyes. He felt his cock twitch.

Josephine felt it too. "Are you ready to cum, baby?" she asked putting her mouth just above the head of his penis.

"Ahhhhhh!" Jason groaned and spurted. Two shots of goo went straight into her open mouth. A third landed on her chin while the last couple of shots shot arched onto her tits, one of which landed neatly on an erect nipple.

Josephine swallowed his cum. "Tastes good baby."

She leaned down and licked off the stray drops of jizz rolling down his shaft. She gave one final kiss to his glans and said, "Put this away, it has seen enough action for a while."

Jason lifted his cum from her nipple and fed it to her. Josephine ate that too and licked his finger clean. With some sadness, he watched her clean her tits and get dressed. He gave one tit a final squeeze and stuffed his cock back into his jeans.

"Let's go to Yorktown before your mom calls up to find out where we are," she said, settling back into her seat.

********

In the meantime, Vanessa had gone to the trucking company.

She met the receptionist, a wizened old lady who was sniffling into her kerchief.

"I told Donny not too mess around with those bad guys. We were doing so well without that dirty money," she sobbed.

"Now Mark is gone. I'm sure those men took him to punish Donny for ratting on them. He's such a sweet little kid. I used to babysit him you know."

Vanessa nodded understandingly. "This was the last place he visited in Ashton before leaving for UCLA. Did you see him that day?"

"No, I had taken the day off. With Donny in jail, work isn't as much as it used to be. Most of the drivers have quit. Only a couple are remaining. I'm trying to manage the best I can," the old lady replied.

"You can try the shed over there," she pointed to a building in the distance. "That's where the drivers sit around when they are not working. Maybe you can talk to someone there."

"OK, I'll check it out." Vanessa left the office.

The trucking company was set on a sprawling campus with huge warehouses dotting the landscape.

Vanessa walked towards a yellow building with a gable roof. There was a bright red chopper in a small parking lot adjacent to the structure.

Vanessa went in. The room was pretty basic with a couch and a couple of chairs at the centre. There was a tall man sitting at a desk at the corner, with his back towards Vanessa. He was typing something on an ancient computer, hooked on to an equally ancient printer that was spitting out some pages.

"Hello?" she called out.

The man jumped in his chair, almost falling back.

"Fuck! You scared the bejeezus out of me!" he said.

"I'm so sorry!" she said. "I'm Van... Hold on... Michael?"

"Vanessa?" the man exclaimed.

"Yes! How have you been?" Vanessa asked.

"Wow. It must be almost ten years since I last saw you Van."

"Yes, I think you were just about to leave for New York", she replied.

"You look spectacular! More beautiful than before, if that is even possible."

"Oh, shut up!" Vanessa blushed.

Michael and Vanessa had been together for three months a few years back. It was a relationship based on hot and heavy sex rather than anything else and it had fizzled out quickly.

"So, you are working here now?" Vanessa inquired.

"No, I know Donny from way back. I help him out with stuff whenever he asks. With him in jail, he wanted me to try and keep things together here as much as possible. It is difficult though. All the drivers have quit. So have most of the office staff. It's only me and that old biddy out there in the office."

"Anyway, what brings you here?"

"Well I quit the PD and started a detective agency."

"That's great. So you are here about Mark?"

"Yes, his mother hired me to look for him. Do you know anything about it?" she asked.

"Well, I can tell you for sure that he has been kidnapped."

"What? How do you know that for sure?" she asked excitedly.

"Trust me, I know. In fact, I can tell you where he is being held also."

"Why didn't you go to the police with this information? And why are you telling me this anyway?" Vanessa asked suspiciously.

"I and the police don't get along. And I'm telling you this for old times' sake."

"Plus these guys don't fuck around. They are like elephants. They always remember. Why do you think they kidnapped Mark in the first place? I don't want to be in their crosshairs." he added.

"Ok, will you tell me where he is then?" she asked.

"I'll do you one better. I'll take you there, but you have to do something for me first."

"Oh yeah? What is that?"

"You need to show me those delicious tits of yours. It's been such a long time since I saw them."

"Don't be crazy. I can't do that!" Vanessa said.

"It's not like I haven't seen them before. Come on then. Don't you remember how much fun we used to have? We were good together weren't we?" Mike asked rhetorically.

Vanessa remembered. Mike had a nice sized cock, but more importantly, he knew how to use it.

He moved closer and leaned in. "Remember that time we did it on the hammock that night on Coral beach?" he whispered.

Vanessa's neck tingled as he said the words. Involuntarily, her hands moved to the front of his khakis, feeling the hardness of his cock.

She took it out and stroked it as he removed his shirt.

She licked one of his nipples and pinched the other one.

"You still remember what I like, Van!" he said happily.

He removed the blue blouse that she was wearing. She had a simple white bra on, which was overflowing with boobage.

"God! I missed these," he said as he took both of her giant melons in his hands and squeezed them roughly.

Vanessa kissed him, still stroking his cock. Her tongue trailed a path from his chest to his crotch. She pulled his pants down to his ankles. He was not wearing any underwear.

"Commando as usual?" she asked and licked the top of his dick.

Mike sighed and leaned back on the desk. She spit on his cock, making it all wet and shiny.

"That's what I loved about you Van, you are a total slut!" he said with his eyes closed.

"Uh huh", she said, taking his cock deep into her mouth. Mike bent down and undid her bra. Her breasts toppled out and he grabbed one gratefully.

"I can swear they have gotten bigger, Van" He kneaded them like pizza dough.

Mike straightened and placed both of his hands on the back of her head. Holding her steady, he started mouth fucking her. She had her hands on his ass cheeks as he thrust his cock in and out. Spit dribbled down her chin.

The sight of his saliva coated cock going in and out of her soft mouth drove him near the edge.

"I'm not going to last much longer, but I need to hit that sweet pussy before I cum," he said, pulling out of her mouth.

Vanessa wiped her chin and said "Ok."

Her big boobs jiggled as she got up. She removed her skirt and panties and threw them on the floor.

Vanessa braced her hands against the couch and lifted her ass up in the air. Mike stroked his cock a couple of times. Her wet pussy was ready and waiting.

He thrust his cock straight in.

"Urghh!" she grunted gutturally. He pulled his cock out and pushed again, his balls slapping the underside of her pussy.

He grabbed one of her swinging tits for support and went to town, pounding her.

Vanessa was a screamer. She moaned and groaned so loudly that Mike was sure if it were anyone else other than the old lady in the premises, they would have rushed in thinking that someone was being murdered.

"Oh you sexy fucker! Pound that cunt with your hard cock!" Vanessa yelled.

Her soft ass cheeks rippled as he slammed her sopping wet pussy repeatedly.

Finally he shouted "I'm cumming!" He shuddered as he unloaded deep in her pussy.

Cupping as much of her breast as he could with his hands, he bent on to Vanessa's back and kissed her neck. "Fuck that was awesome!"

After a couple of seconds, they disengaged. Both of them put their clothes back on.

"As much as this was fun, I still have a job to do. Shall we go?"

"Ok. We'll take your car," replied Mike.

********

Yorktown could be considered more of a mishmash collection of buildings than a town. It had only five streets that were lined with old houses, most of which were in urgent need of repairs. There were a couple of seedy motels on the outskirts with garish neon signs announcing rentals by the hour.

Delilah's Diner, the only one in town, was sandwiched between two buildings, a pawnshop and a clothing boutique.

Jason parked the GMC and walked in with his aunt.

"At least the aircon is working," he said as a blast of cool air hit them on entry.

They were surprised to see that the interiors were very well maintained. It had the look of a classic fifties diner with the obligatory vintage posters adorning the walls.

Jason and Josephine took their seats on opposite sides of a corner booth, overlooking the kitchen. Apart from them, there were just three other people in the diner. There was one man wearing a hoodie with his face hidden and his back to them, drinking something out of a cup. Two other guys were playing pool near their table. There was something vaguely familiar about the guy with the sweatshirt, but Josephine couldn't quite place it.

The place was staffed by an elderly waitress and a young short order cook in the kitchen.

The waitress walked over to their table. Her name tag read 'Blanche'.

"So, what'll it be hon?", she asked Jason.

"What would you recommend Blanche?", Jason asked. "I'm kinda hungry."

"You can't go wrong with our patty melt hon. It comes with a side of fries or onion rings."

"Sounds good to me ma'am. Fries for me, please."

"Oooh, a gentleman who knows his manners. Most of the folks in here are all ornery like. Yeah I'm talkin' bout you Biff!" she hollered at the guys playing pool.

One of the men with a bald head and an Insane Clown Posse t-shirt said something unintelligible and went back to playing.

"Now you take good care of your man here hon. Politeness is as scarce as hen's teeth nowadays," she told Josephine.

"Actually he's my nephew," Josephine replied.

"Heavens to Betsy! Really? I'm getting a different vibe from y'all. And I'm usually right about these things."

Josephine turned red.

"Mind you, it ain't wrong, even in this day and age. Why, my own Clarence is my first cousin twice removed and we turned out ok."

She turned to Jason. "You treat your aunt right hon. There aren't too many ladies who look like her and have the tits to match."

Jason grinned as his aunt blushed even more. "Certainly ma'am!"

Blanche placed a hand on Josephine's shoulder. "Anyway, look at old me yammering away. What'll it be for you hon?"

"I'll have the chicken tender salad please."

"Ok hon, and drinks?"

Jason asked for a soda while Josephine ordered some sparkling water.

"I'll ask her about Mark when she returns," Jason told Josephine.

"You know I really wonder if he's been kidnapped. Maybe the stress of his father being in jail got to him and he's taking a break from it all?" she asked.

Jason noticed the two men trying to listen to their conversation. In a low voice he said "I think someone is watching us. Let's switch tables."

Josephine agreed and they shifted to a table on the other side of the room.

Jason sat next to his aunt. "This way, we can talk and still not be overheard," he explained.

"Oooh! Look at you two sitting together, all lovey dovey!" Blanche said as she set their drinks on the table.

"Actually, we wanted to ask you something."

"Ask away hon," Blanche said.

"Did you see my friend a couple of days back?" Jason asked, showing a photo of Mark on his phone.

Recognition passed through Blanche's face for a microsecond before she composed herself.

"Can't say I have, hon. I'll go get your food now," she said hurriedly, shooting a glance at Biff, who was watching them intently.

Jason looked at his aunt. "She definitely knows something."

"Yes, and so do those guys over there." She nodded at Biff and his friend.

"I agree," he replied.

Her deep cleavage was in plain view as they were talking. He could see some of his dried cum still at the top of her breasts. He got an instant erection.

He took his aunt's hand and put it on his groin.

"Jason Stavers! What the fuck? This is neither the place nor the time!" she whispered furiously.

"I find you irresistible Aunt Jo," he said, moving his hand up to her tits and squeezing them.

Josephine pushed his hands away and said, "Shushh!"

However, she still kept stroking the bulge in his jeans.

"Hello again!" Blanche said, putting their food on the table.

She gave Josephine a knowing smile as Jason's aunt quickly removed her hand from his crotch.

Jason one again held, "Are you sure you haven't seen this person? He last made a call from this diner's phone."

"I'm sure hon. Our phone has not been working for the last month," she said and left to the kitchen.

"Now I'm sure she's lying," Josephine said. "Your mom showed us the call records, remember?"

"She is clearly afraid of something", Jason replied. They finished their food in silence.

"How was everything?" Blanche came by to remove their plates.

"Awesome!" Jason responded. "You were right ma'am. The patty melt really is to die for. Thanks for suggesting it to me."

Blanche beamed. "I'll get you your check."

After a few minutes, she returned and handed them their bill. Jason paid and left a fifty dollar tip.

"Ok, let's go," he told Josephine.

"Shouldn't we ask her some more questions?"

"I don't think she knows anything," Jason said a bit loudly, pulling his aunt along.

"What are you doing?" Josephine asked him as they sat back in the SUV.

"Look at this." Jason showed her the check that Blanche gave them.

In neat handwriting, below the total, she had written, 'Meet me at the back in five minutes.'

They circled the block and five minutes later, they found Blanche smoking at the back entrance.

"I don't have much time. Your friend was here a couple of days back. I waited on him. He talked to Biff and then left with him. Later Biff came back alone and took your friend's car."

"Do you have any idea where they might have taken him?" Jason asked.

"I didn't see where they took him. But I saw Biff take your friend's car down Old Lake Byway when I came out for a smoke." Blanche pointed to a road behind the diner that disappeared into the woods.

"It leads to a small lake a few miles down. The place belongs to a warehousing company that closed down years back. But people here know to leave well enough alone. No one goes there anymore unless they're lookin' for trouble. So you be careful now hon." She took a final couple of puffs and stepped back inside.

"We ought to see what's down there?" Jason asked.

"We should ask your mom first." Josephine called Vanessa. After a few tries she said, "She's not picking up. What shall we do?"

"Let's go there and see what's going on. If we see anything, we can call the police."

Josephine reluctantly agreed and they got into the car.

"Ok, so how about a handjob before we leave? It will clear my mind," Jason suggested while grabbing a handful of her breast.

"Jason Stavers, you are too much! Now just drive." She pushed him away and crossed her arms below her breasts making them bunch up sexily.

"Just a quick one? I'll cum quickly," Jason promised.

"Absofuckinglutely not!" she said

Jason sulked and hit the gas.

They drove by a huge sign that read 'Old Lake Byway - Home of the Ball Billed Blue Bock', with a photo of an unhappy looking bird with what seemed to be a pair of spherical cobalt colored objects on its beak.

"I know how you feel buddy, I got blue balls too," Jason remarked, eliciting a laugh out of his aunt.

"Once this is over. I promise, ok?" she said, rubbing the front of his jeans.

To her surprise, he was sporting an erection. "Does that thing ever go down?" she wondered.

"Not when you are around," Jason replied. Josephine laughed again.

They drove through the woods. After a couple of miles, the road became bumpy and pitted with potholes. Dilapidated sheds and barns lined both sides although some seemed to be in better shape than others. They turned around a bend and saw a large water body, presumably the old lake, a few hundred yards away. There was a huge warehouse pained in camouflage colors right next to it. This one was well maintained and it appeared as if the painting was new. A couple of cars stood outside, but there were no signs of activity.

Jason drove to a copse nearby and killed the engine. He told his aunt, "We'd better go on foot and see what is going on."

"Ok, but the first signs of trouble and we call the police?" Josephine was not too keen on going further, but she agreed anyway.

Both of them crept forward not daring to make any noise. The warehouse was large, almost two hundred feet in length and about forty feet wide. There were two entrances, one in the front and another to the side, both of which were open halfway.

Jason told his aunt in a hushed tone, "You go to the side and I'll go to the front."

Josephine was not too thrilled with his idea. "You are forgetting something mister. We are not trained for this."

"Aunt Jo, we can just take a peek inside. Don't try to be a hero. Slightest hint of trouble and you scram. We'll meet back here in ten minutes."

"Ok," Josephine said reluctantly.

Jason watched her slowly walk towards the side entrance. He made his way quietly to the front. It was lit up with a pair of LED floodlights, making cones of light on either side. He tried to stay in the shadows and snuck to where the roller shutter doors were open just enough, so that a person could walk in. He took a glance inside. The entire place was one big shed, with no partitions. It was unexpectedly clean and tidy.

At the center of the warehouse, stood a rectangular array of pallets stacked with green bags with bright yellow lettering saying 'XTRA MOIST MULCH'. There seemed to be no one inside. He stepped in quietly to check.

"Look what the cat dragged in!" He heard someone shout behind him. He turned to look, but got hit with a blunt object on the back of his head. He lost consciousness and fell down with a thud.

********

Jason woke up groggily to urgent voices.

"Jason! Jason!"

"Hey Jason. Wake up honey!" they said.

His head hurt like a bitch and for a few seconds he could not figure out where he was. "Are you ok, baby?" He could hear his mother's voice from a few feet away. Slowly he lifted his head and looked around. He tried to move his hands, but they were tied at the back with nylon rope. His feet were also similarly bound together.

His mom, aunt and an unknown woman were looking at him anxiously. He glanced at them and looked to see where they were, when he did a double take.

His mom, aunt and the mystery lady were all topless, bound together by some sort of satin rope. He saw with some amazement that the other lady too was extremely well endowed in the chest department. Her boobs rivalled his mom's, who had the biggest pair of them all.

"Are you ok baby?" his mom asked him again.

"Yes mom, I'm fine. I just have a headache. How did you get here?"

"Because of me," Michael walked into the room along with Biff.

"Yes, I got tricked by this asshole! I used to date him a few years ago." Vanessa squirmed in her chair.

Michael walked up to her and fondled her tits. "The boss said he will be here soon. He has asked us to keep you all alive till then. Although it would be a shame to kill three pairs of tits like these."

Biff laughed.

They heard a semi pull up to the entrance.

"El Pollo is here!" Michael declared.

A man in dark glasses and a hoodie walked inside with a gym bag. Jason recognized him as the third man the diner.

Vanessa and Josephine gasped. "Samuel?" they exclaimed in unison.

"Hi Vanessa," the man smiled, removing his glasses and the hoodie.

"Dad?" Jason asked, not believing his eyes.

"You are El Pollo?" Vanessa asked.

"The very!" Samuel said, pulling up a chair and sitting across Vanessa.

"I thought you were in Thailand on a spiritual quest."

"I was!" he sighed.

"Twenty years ago, one couldn't get any more spiritual than making love at sunrise on Koh Phi Phi. Then the tourists came and all went to hell. That's when I realized that spirituality is having tons of money so that you can try to find peace. Kind of counter-intuitive isn't it? I have been all over the world. I had finally settled in Mexico, having a great time until you came along and screwed it up Vanessa."

"Fuck you Sam!" she yelled.

"Yeah, fuck you Sam!" Josephine joined in. "First time you are seeing your son and this is what you want him to see you as? A drug runner? You are a real fucker!"

Samuel laughed. "Drug Runner? Oh, sweet Josephine! I am the man! From the coke fields in the Andes to cannabis farms in Nigeria to meth labs in Western Europe, I control it all baby. Everyone wanta a piece of my action."

Jason knew that his dad was not a great guy, but he had never imagined that his father would be among the most wanted men in the world.

"Don't look at me like that, son. It's nothing personal. I don't even know how many sons I have fathered in all these years. But I guess you were the first." Samuel remarked in a matter-of-fact way.

He told Josephine, "I miss these you know?" He caressed her exposed breasts.

"The three of us together, me smothered by four huge titties!" He looked at Vanessa and smiled.

Jason looked bewildered.

"Unfortunately there's no time for me to enjoy you two for one last time," Samuel said.

"Hey Biff, take the boy outside and finish him off. But do it quickly, I don't want him to suffer."

Hearing this, both Josephine and Vanessa started begging Samuel to not do it, but he just laughed and stood there.

Biff and Michael dragged Jason outside into the woods. They stopped near a tree and pushed him down on his knees.

"Any last requests my friend?" Biff asked Jason.

"Fuck you Biff!" Jason answered.

He thought of all the fun he had had with his aunt today. He wanted it to be the last image in his head before he died. The only regret he had was that he hadn't fucked her, but at least he had landed the holy trinity of handjob, titjob and blowjob.

"Ready amigo?" Biff asked.

Jason squeezed his eyes shut, waiting for the end.

Just then, he heard two pops and a big weight landed on his shoulders, forcing him to fall on the ground.

"Are you alright kid?" a voice called out in the dark.

"Yes, I'm fine. Thanks for saving my life. I thought I was a goner," Jason said as he rolled out from underneath Biff.

"No problem. I actually owe one to your mom," the man replied. "My name is Douglas, Interpol", he replied in a clipped British accent. It was dark and Jason could not see his face.

"Are these two dead?" Jason pointed towards the bodies of Biff and Michael on the ground.

"No mate. We are not allowed to kill anyone anymore, too much paperwork. I shot them with horse tranquilizers. They'll be sleeping till tomorrow."

"My mom, aunt and another lady are in there. We need to do something! I think my dad is going to kill them too," Jason said.

"El Pollo is your father? You sure drew the short end of the stick mate," Douglas said.

"You can say that again!" Jason replied.

"Ok, you stay behind me," Douglas said as he moved towards the entrance. As they moved closer, they could hear shouting inside.

Inside, the three women were struggling and yelling at Samuel. He saw Douglas and Jason enter.

"Stay where you are, or I'll shoot," he ordered.

Jason saw that his dad had two guns in his hands, and had trained them on his aunt and the unknown woman.

Vanessa looked at Douglas strangely. "Hector?" she asked.

"Yes madam, but my real name is Douglas Garcia. I'm sorry about that day in the motel."

"What's going on? Who are you? Where are Biff and Michael?" Samuel asked.

"They're gone. I'm from Interpol. The game's up, mate. SWAT has been notified. They will be here soon."

"Well, I won't be here till then. I'm taking her and leaving." Samuel nodded towards Vanessa.

"I can't let you do that," Douglas said.

"Try and stop me!" Samuel said and took a shot at him. Douglas went down.

"I'm going to kill you last, son", Samuel told Jason. "First I'll take care of these two."

He pointed the guns at Josephine and the other woman who looked at him in horror.

In true Hollywood style, Jason took a couple of long strides and flung himself in front of the two women. Two shots erupted from the guns, as he fell to the ground with a thud.

He lost consciousness for the second time that evening.

********

Jason slowly opened his eyes. Everything was white. Suddenly, a pair of concerned blue eyes attached to a pair of huge tits came into focus. "Hello angel!" he told the eyes and went back to sleep.

He drifted in and out of consciousness until finally he woke up with a start. It was dark outside but soft lights were on in the room.

"Where am I?" he asked no one in particular.

"Oh honey! You are awake!" His aunt rushed to his side.

"In the hospital baby. You had a pretty nasty concussion. But the doc said that you could come home tomorrow."

Jason slowly remembered what happened. He caught her hand. "Are you ok? And mom? And that other lady? Are you guys hurt?"

"Thanks to you, everyone is fine. Your mom was here till a few minutes ago. She went with the Feds to LA for her briefing only after the doc said that you would be fine. I told her I'd stay the night here. That guy who saved you in the woods was actually Hector Ramirez. He was part of an Interpol task force to catch Samuel. Your dad actually shot him, but luckily he was wearing a bulletproof vest. After your dive in front of us, he hit your dad with some sort of a sedative and knocked him out cold. A few minutes later SWAT arrived and that was pretty much it. We brought you to a small clinic in Yorktown."

"Oh!" he said.

"Luckily both the bullets missed you." Josephine's eyes misted over. "You are our hero!"

"Aww! Come here", Jason replied holding out his arms. Josephine came forward and hugged him tightly, crushing her breasts against his chest. "I won't go that easily. I still have things to do", he said patting her ass.

"So who was that lady?" he asked.

"That was Mark's mom. She had stumbled onto that hideout in search of her son and got caught. Turns out that Mark was actually working for your dad, supplying drugs to schools in LA. They caught him trying to escape from his dorm last night."

"And dad? What's going to happen to him?"

"Oh he's cooling his heels at the Pelican Supermax. Multiple countries want him, so he'll be in prison till he's dead probably. Sorry kiddo."

"That's ok, Aunt Jo. To be honest, I don't feel anything at all. The way you and mom raised me, I never really felt the need for a dad. That guy was just a stranger to me."

"You turned out to be a pretty OK, buddy. We are proud of you", Josephine said with a smile.

She had changed into a red star spangled top and jeans. As usual, the top was highly inefficient in containing her giant globes. Jason could feel his headache fading away into the background, as he felt his cock stirring slightly.

"You know Aunt Jo, when Biff pointed the gun at me, my life flashed in front of me. I had only one regret. That I did not get to fuck you. Can you imagine? That was the only thought in my mind?" he said while caressing her ass.

Josephine glanced down and saw the tent in his hospital gown. "Your penchant for inappropriate erections never ceases to amaze me Jason."

"I have nurtured it to have an independent mind. The cock wants what it wants and that is mostly you," he said, drawing his laughing aunt close to him.

She leaned down to lightly kiss him. He flicked his tongue out and licked her lips. With a sigh, she opened her mouth and accepted his tongue inside.

"You taste of strawberries", Jason said when they both came up for air.

"And you taste of gorgeous hunk." She went in for another kiss.

For a couple of minutes, the wet sounds of their duelling tongues and smacking lips echoed in the room.

"Take off your clothes. I have to see you naked this very minute", he said urgently.

"Shush... The nurse might walk in," Josephine replied. "Hold on."

She walked out of the room and returned in a couple of minutes, closing the door behind her.

"There's only one duty nurse tonight. I told her that you were sleeping and I too was going to get some shut eye. She promised not to disturb us."

"Awesome!" Jason said. "Now hurry up and let me see you sexy body."

Josephine removed her top and her jeans. She was not wearing any bra or panties.

"I was in a hurry to get here so I just grabbed whatever was there in that boutique next to the diner. They did not have any underwear, my old ones were ruined."

"Hey, I'm not complaining!" Jason said undoing his gown.

Josephine slid into bed next to him and fed a mighty tit to his eager mouth. He sucked on the brown nipple and held her other breast in his hand, gently squeezing it.

She reached down and grabbed his massive stiffy. She bent his shaft down to his balls and then let go, watching it twang back up ramrod straight. She grazed the length of his shaft with her finger nails.

"That feels so good Aunt Jo," he said, taking her other breast into his mouth.

"You know, you can just call me Jo. I think we are past that aunt and nephew phase."

"Ok Jo. Have I told you that your breasts are simply spectacular? I could lie here all day, sucking on them and I'd never get tired."

Jason slid his hand down the now familiar curve of her ass. Still munching on a massive tit, he felt her puckered asshole. He tried to slide a finger inside, but it was too tight. Giving up, he moved to her pussy, which was much more welcoming.

"God, you are soaking wet Jo," Jason whispered hotly, inserting a couple of fingers into her pussy.

Josephine moaned as her cunt muscles tightened against his fingers.

Aunt and nephew stayed like that for a few minutes. She moved her fist rhythmically up and down his cock while he frigged her sopping cunt. He let go of her tits in between for more bouts of kissing.

She gasped as Jason hit her g-spot a couple of times.

"Let me taste that pussy," he said spanking her plump ass lightly.

Josephine rolled over Jason and straddled his face, with her back to him.

Her beautiful hairless pussy and puckered asshole presented themselves to him in all their glory. He lightly bit both her ass cheeks and the insides of her thighs. He explored the area around her cunt, tasting the fresh pussy juices that were flowing out of her. His tongue moved in concentric circles towards the labia where the hood of her clitoris stood up, red and angry.

While she took his swollen member into her wet mouth, he flicked the little hood with the tip of his tongue. Tiny shivers ran through her thighs. He started licking her clitoris with steady strokes. Her whimpering initially soft, rose until it reached a crescendo when she finally came on his tongue.

She sat up and turned to look at Jason. "That was amazing. It's been a long time since anyone got me off with just their mouth. Where are you getting all of this from?"

He caressed her sexy back which had a sheen of perspiration. "I don't know! I guess I saw your pussy and it just came to me."

"Well, it was fucking awesome. Now I need your motherfucking cock inside me. I can't wait any longer."

Josephine turned around and straddled his legs.

She rubbed the bulbous purple head on her snatch a couple of times, coating his cock with her cunt juices.

She guided his big dong slowly into her.

"Ooooh! That hit my cervix." she mewled. Jason's cock filled her completely.

"You are so tight!" he said, as she started grinding on his dick. The walls of her cunt gripped his shaft like a vice.

His hands left her tits to hold her hips, but she took them and placed them back on her tits. "I like it when you squeeze them," she said.

She rotated her hips around his cock making sure that it hit all the insides of her. "That feels fucking awesome Jo!" he gasped.

She leaned forward and braced her arms on either side of the bed. She started bouncing on his cock.

Jason matched her rhythm note to note as they moved languidly, as if they had been practicing for ages.

Occasionally, his mouth would latch on to one dangling breast. Other times, she would lean down and kiss him, tongues entwining with each other.

Finally Jason shouted, "I'm going to cum!"

He groaned loudly as he splooged inside her.

"Oh fuck! That was the best fucking fuck of my life," he panted.

Jason's shrinking cock slipped out of his aunt's wet pussy with a plop.

"My cunt has no use for your cock anymore," she giggled as she lay on top of him, squishing her huge tits against his chest.

"I think I should get dressed now," she said.

Just as they were about to get up, the door opened and after a momentary pause, a voice said, "What the fuck!?"

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