Incest/Taboo Aunt Maggie

The news hit Billy like a spray of cold water to his face. Gwen was his great aunt? What did his father have to do with all this if Gwen was his great aunt from his mummy's side, and what on Earth did she mean by complicated?

"My past is quite checkered," Gwen added,

"but not anymore than this one here sucking your cock!"

Gwen playfully smacked wicked Auntie Maggie on the back of her naughty noggin for emphasis whilst Maggie quite shamelessly continued slurping and gobbling away at her nephew. She left the two for but a moment, presently returning with a tray upon which she balanced a large punch jug and three glasses filled with ice. Setting the refreshments upon a low table beside the chaise, Gwen then related to Billy the whole sordid story concerning his mum and his aunty and how how she'd "caught them in the act" one day, (only to take them both up under her mentorship and make them sexual disciples for "all things Sapphic and libertine").

She explained how from that day forward the well-being of those two women had been a primary concern of hers, and how she'd done her best all these years to shield the family from intrigue and scandal. While it was one thing for libertines to have their indulgences, (be it sex, drink, gambling or other), it was another thing entirely for a scandal to get out and destroy reputations. She knew this all too well and she made secrecy and privacy her watchwords with regard to the family.

Billy was dumbstruck by the revelation his mum and auntie had been "active" with one another, (and in a perverse relationship that had been going on again off again since they'd been his age). He couldn't wrap his head around it completely.

Really? His stodgy old mum with her rules and decorum and sensibilities? True, she DID run a company specializing in lingerie and marital aids, but she was STILL his mum after all, (and all that it implied). What's more... Gwen had been "supervising" all the hijinks all these years? REALLY? It was a lot to comprehend.

Seeing there might be a need to dull the shock a bit, Gwennie quickly poured a tall glass of something rather pinkish and handed it to Maggie. The lady of the house took a sip and then returned to her cock-sucking activities upon her nephew, (who now clearly wore a look of chagrin). Gwen then filled a glass for Billy, handing it to him, before then pouring one for herself.

Billy took a swig from his glass absent-mindedly, then a second later made a long wheezing SCREEEEEHHH in his chest; being somewhat unused to such libations. His ears were met with chuckles and snorts from both women, who of course knew better than to simply make all 'down the hatch' with such things. He let-go a great * COUGH! COUGH! HACK! * sputtering,

"What exactly is this, Gwennie?"

"Well," she said, taking a sip of her own before continuing, "you might call this Punch, but the original name was Panch... and the recipe goes back to the days when India was most British indeed. Old recipes for drink are a passion of mine... well that and a few other things!"

She shot a naughty smirk at Maggie. Auntie Maggie, now engaged with a mouthful of young cock, merely chuckled and shot back a sly wink at her aunt.

"But enough talk of drink William, " Gwen continued, "it seems there is more to this story I've been telling."

Billy glanced down into the beaming eyes of his Auntie, who winked at him mischievously as if YES INDEED there was much more for him to hear as she happily choked and glugged upon his member. Gwen explained,

"You see, when I was your age, my older sister caught me doing the very same filthy thing your mum caught your Auntie Maggie doing. Just like your mum n' auntie, my sister Silvia gave me a choice; to 'let her join in or she'd tell our parents!' Well I must say, I've never regretted my decision to let my sister teach me such wonderfully shameful fun!"

"Silvia," Billy muttered, "that is the same name as..."

"As your maternal grandmother... yes," Gwen interrupted with a loving squeeze to his scrotum, " she is the very one and same, I can assure you that. Anyhow, for several months we did our 'thing' in the dark of our shared bedroom after lights were off for the night. I absolutely loved it but there was ...SOMETHING MORE I needed, and that something happened to be rampant male cock!"

For a moment, Gwennie plucked Billy's cock from Maggie's gob to give it a few wicked sucks of her own. Good hard sucks they were, her eyes shut and with her mouth pulling hard as if she were attempting to strip a chicken bone. The sudden rush of rude pleasure caused Billy to toss about his head, shuddering as if he'd caught a chill.

Gwen opened her eyes as if recalling something pleasurable from the past; smiling as she released the young man's cock before popping it back over his auntie's ravenous cocksucker. Fueled with vivid recollections of things long ago, she continued with her sordid tale.

"Yes," she sighed happily, "I needed a stiff cock, indeed! I found it one day... well stumbled upon it really. I'd gone out into the shed and discovered my younger brother (who'd just turned eighteen), sitting in the dark with his trousers down - abusing himself vigorously over a magazine."

She saw Billy's eyes looking straight at her in rapt attention, yet he put a hand atop his auntie's head; guiding her noggin like a lewd red-headed toy upon his throbber. He was getting the best of both worlds; a blowjob and ball squeeze from two mature women, (and accompanied by the rudest of rude tales). Gwennie pressed on with her story.

"Well," she said, "at first I merely watched him, fascinated by what I saw. He didn't seem to notice my presence and had not heard me walk up. I then remembered how my sister had caught me and blackmailed me. I became inspired. Do you know what I did?"

Billy shook his head in a dumb nod, his hand bobbing his naughty auntie's noggin up and down like a child's ball in his lap. Gwen giggled at the recollection saying,

"I cleared my throat *AHEM* and my poor brother Reggie nearly died of fright, falling from the stool. Of course he was all protests and denial though I had him dead to rights however, given him the same choice I'd been given - I could tell our parents or he could let me help him to... finish, as it were."

Billy was all focus and quiet attention concerning her words. The only noise besides Gwen's story was the slow deliberate SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! of Auntie Maggie's fellatio breaking the silence of that rather hot sticky morning.

"Well," Gwennie explained, "so I set about wanking him whilst he and I both looked at his naughty book and all its lurid color photos. In a short time, I was able to make him spout all over my hand and across the floor of the shed. I was quite proud of myself, and what's more I was brimming with illicit excitement of what might be next. It was our "little secret" you see, but it was a decadent gateway to other marvelous activities between myself and my brother Reggie. We found every far-fetched reason to sneak off to that shed. We were like a pair of silly fools; absolutely certain we'd not get caught."

The story was getting better now. Remembering what was to come next Auntie Maggie snorted a little giggle through her nose, (despite having cheeks stuffed with Billy's throbber). She then saw Gwen's quite noticeable irritation and winked at her housekeeper-aunt apologetically, (as if bidding her to continue and that she'd not interrupt the story further).

"Soon," Gwen went on, "he and I moved on from my mere tugging upon him and he putting fingers up my cunny or my bum. I began to have him kiss me between my legs, (just as my sister had shown me). Of course it wasn't long before we both wished for me to suck upon his thing and *giggle* I remember how surprised I was when it squirted in my mouth. I very much enjoyed it, that warm squirt, despite being told by other girls it was such a nasty vile thing to do!"

She saw Billy smile thoughtfully at her comment before hiding his mouth in his punch glass for another sip. She returned that smile saying sweetly to him,

"It was very much an awakening for the both of us, and quite soon it led to us deciding we wanted to put it up inside me,"

She paused but a moment, studying his face. His eyes told her everything she needed know; he was shocked and yet intrigued by the implications of the tale. True he'd his member well encased in his Aunt Maggie's greedily sucking gob, but this young fellow was still quite the novice in the ways of wanton wickedry. She liked it... and she liked that HE liked it as now she noticed him involuntarily rocking his hips against his aunt's fellatio, (all whilst he filled his face with punch and ran his free hand luxuriously through his auntie's auburn locks). Oh yes...he'd do, and he'd be a quick study indeed. She continued.

"So one day when our parents were away in town we stole off to the shed and simply did it. I don't know how long we were doing it for, but it simply WAS marvelous! There we were, rutting like two beasts on-heat down on the shed floor; just like all the naughty people doing dirty things in Reggie's filthy book."

She stopped, took a sip from her glass and stared off absentmindedly; as if recalling more things deeply pleasurable to her. Billy saw her nostrils flare a bit right before her eyes met his. She went on with,

"Well, it was all such delicious mischief; that is until our older sister stepped into the doorway and caught the both of us bare-arsed and red-handed. As it turned out, she'd been watching us sneak off to the shed for days. What's more she'd observed our activities up close; right through a hole in the shed wall she'd simply been waiting for the correct moment to spring things upon us."

Maggie stopped slurping to listen intently, knowing the next part of this familiar story but simply relishing at how shamelessly wicked her mum Sylvia once had been, (spying on people and all). Wickedry and hedonism apparently ran like quicksilver in this family!

"Well," Gwen continued, "we were presented the same ultimatums as before. We could let her join in, or she could tell Mummy and Daddy what she'd caught us getting up to. Well, that simply wouldn't do; so her clothes ended up in a heap on the shed floor along with ours ...and her bare arse landed BANG in the middle of us!

We did everything. Everything in that nasty book of Reggie's, (everything on that nasty phone of yours for that matter). Bloody fortunate there was no internet back in those days I should think!"

Billy nodded, taking her meaning but not without effort. He could feel now not only that marvelous mouth of Aunt Maggie upon his member, there was also the matter of the punch making his head a bit foggy. Whatever it was in that drink, it worked marvelously fast! Maggie and Gwennie both noticed his mildly altered state as Gwen carried on with,

"Reggie spouted in our cunnies and well up our bums as we ate one another in one great mass of heaving sibling flesh. One of us girls would ride his face whilst another would bounce away upon his cock; then we'd switch things out. In the end we ate supper in conspiratorial silence after our unsuspecting parents arrived at home; all before we went to bed quite tired I must say...oh but twas just the beginning, dear boy.

We became a sneaky little trio of incestuous hedonists; sneaking off to the shed or the barn, or the wood behind the great house. We were simply awful, and yet it was sooooo very very wonderful. Magical even."

Billy listened intently; all the while rocking hips slightly as his Auntie's head kept bobbing in his lap most delightfully. She possessed really talented cocksucking skills he could easily see; better than any girl he'd ever had till now. Gwennie, not missing his state of arousal cupped his balls with a deft palm; massaging them soothingly while she continued the lurid tale.

"Our big sister knew a few girls from the village with 'like minds' such as ours. Soon they joined us out in the woods for our little 'nature walks' as we liked to call them.

Reggie eventually brought a few friends of his as well, introducing them to our little collection of girls. Soon there were parties and get-togethers, and there were spirits and hemp and so very much naughty business out in that wood. Shame it was all eventually spoiled by my sister going off to school, then myself, then our brother. Ohhhh but we were more than ready to get out in that seedy underbelly of the big-wide-world... and simply shag it all senseless!"

"So where does my dad come into all of this?" asked Billy with a head now cloudy as the inside of a chimney from the effects of drink.

"Well," Gwen nodded, getting closer to her point in between sips of her own punch, " after she finished school there was a period of time where our older sister took a flat. You know the family name Tugwell, yes? You also know what business we were in, and are still in, yes?"

"Tugwell Threads, String, and Fabrics," Billy nodded, " it was a stroke of luck for my grandfather Edmund, him meeting up with my grandmother Sylvia and all. He secured his supply chain and also tied in with a larger family fortune than that of his own when they married,"

There was a pause. Gwennie stared somewhat stunned at how this attractive young man had such a keen grasp of the family's enterprises, despite a mind full of drink, (and she'd mixed that batch strong). He was indeed; NOT just a pretty face, a large cock and some broad shoulders. Maggie spat out his cock and explained with a happy shrug,

"He is a rather smart one; reads and knows things, even if he's a bit odd when he blurts them out,"

She popped his cock back in her gob and resumed sucking him. Gwennie finally nodded in agreement saying,

"Yes, that is quite apparent. Well anyhow, my sister was not hurting for cash flow - none of us were really for that matter. When I finished school I moved in with her. It was one well-funded party after another and we really weren't keen to find work - not with Dad's money coming in like it was. It was a perfectly spoiled little arrangement we had and when our brother Reggie finished up school, he moved in down the stairs and around the corner from us. He joined in the fun, as it were!"

She could see wheels turning in Billy's head despite the effects of the gin, (all whilst down below Maggie's naughty noggin sucked and pulled with greedy lips upon his now throbbing manhood). Gwen continued with,

"It was quite a fun crowd we ran with; musicians, artists, spoiled rich drug-addled hedonists like ourselves. There were kids from the families I've just mentioned, the Ardents, the Sedgewicks, the Lickwelles, and yes of course, the Cory's; all either university age or post graduate. It was about that time I had my "accident."

"Accident?" replied Billy.

"Yes," Gwennie replied, "I became pregnant. Pregnant and out of wedlock. There had been an endless array of parties and get-togethers, and couplings. It finally caught up with me. It's a wonder why it never caught up with my sister..."

"So who was the father of the child?" asked Billy. His Auntie Maggie paused in her cocksucking activities; holding his dong betwixt her lips while she wickedly attempted half-smile, waiting for Gwennie's uneasy reply.

"The father," Gwen continued, "happened to be, my brother... Reggie."

There was a stunned silence on the part of Billy, broken only from Maggie's mischievous slurps and sucks down below. She found both Gwen's uneasiness and Billy's shock to be most amusing and exhilarating. There would be yet even more shocks to amuse her shortly.

"D-d-did you say," Billy stammered, "y-your brother?"

"Yes," Gwennie continued, "I had a boy. I put him up for adoptive services before he was even born."

"So then," said Billy, "that was it, yes?"

"You'd think so," Gwennie replied, "and at first I went back to my lifestyle. My sister, our brother Reggie, and myself all acted as if nothing had happened; more parties, more drugs, more sex with one another... and others,"

Her voice trailed off as she recalled some things particularly wonderful and wicked. Those thoughts were interrupted by her niece and employer, Maggie.

"He's ready," she commented to her Auntie Gwennie with a sly look sideways.

"Well then girl," Gwennie said pushing young Billy back against the lounge, "if he is ready, mount up. I'll be wanting to give it a go soon enough, myself!"

"Yes Auntie," Maggie replied, having now already climbed atop him (and all sweet grins and breathiness).

Billy found the bell-head to his now ramrod-stiff penile piston nestled against the warm fleshy underside notch of his aunt's sex. It was all agreeably slippery for him and his pulse raced upon contact. As his auntie settled her weight down upon things, Billy presently felt her cunt-hole yield and stretch in oh so wonderfully a warm and welcoming (if not wet), embrace.

Maggie slid on down, sheathing her nephew's shaft; all the while biting her lower lip in the process. At the very bottom of travel there was then an involuntary wriggle from her hips. She'd taken the whole of him at one plunge and now she felt his cock give the top floor of her insides a good stout pokety poke. It all felt so marvelous and so overwhelming at the same time for her, her lungs just had to let out a simply uncontrollable,

"Hahhhhh- oh YESSSSS!"

Her shudder was met by that of her nephew, who gasped as if he'd plunged into an icy pool. It was then their eyes met. Broad sweet smiles spread across their faces as the two reveled in the stretchy delicious squeeze of their initial penetration and its heady level of intimacy.

"Yes," Gwennie continued, eyeing them with keen interest and allowing them both a moment to collect themselves, "where was I?"

"You resumed partying with your sister and brother?" Billy replied just before his Auntie Maggie snatched his lips up in hers, (and in a snog most passionate indeed whilst she rolled hips against him). Commencing to stroke her arse upon him, she brought his hands to her breasts. Taking his auntie's lead Billy began to play with her titties; pinching and fondling whilst Gwen decided she could wait no further and picked up where she'd left off.

"Yes we were back in the parties and the drugs and the sex. It was about then that our brother Reggie introduced your Grandmother Sylvia to a friend of his- another of the Cory's, (and none other than your future Grandfather, Edmund Cory). Oh, Edmund myself and Sylvia had the most torrid of booze soaked threesomes imaginable; so much so that I was worried Edmund might make us both pregnant!"

Gwennie noticed Billy's face now turned again to hers. Again he was stupefied and incredulous. Maggie giggled again at all that boyish shock before commencing to suck at his neck and shoulders; all whilst bouncing again and again upon his proud pulsing throbber.

"Luckily," Gwen continued, "he did NOT and as it turns out, Edmund and Sylvia ended up being married by choice. I can also attest to the fact that they did so out of love- not out of necessity. They did however keep that 'special relationship of a libertine nature' with myself. In short, I had 'rights' to the pair of them, and they to me.

My brother Reggie also retained certain carnal rights and privileges to myself and to my sister, (although I think your Grandfather Edmund never knew). Edmund was far too busy with his business, with Sylvia and myself... oh and that's not to mention his many mistresses, to notice anything. He never suspected his friend 'Randy Rude Reggie' with either myself or Sylvia, despite the lot of us being a bit unkempt and out of breath on a few occasions when he came home early from work. In fact Edmund never noticed any of the other men hanging about the house at odd hours. It could have made for a farcical libertine play in Ancient Greece I should think!

Anyhow, you have your great uncle Reginald Cory to thank. He introduced your Grandfather Edmund to your Grand-mama Sylvia. If it weren't for Reggie, you'd not have a father either for that matter."

"Errrrm" muttered Billy in more punch-addled shock, "WHAT?"

"You heard me the first time. After a period of time living my lifestyle... I began to wonder about the baby I'd given up. It had been five years.

About this time, your mum was born. The sight of her with her two happy parents ...well it made me feel certain things about all I'd given up. I simply wanted to 'know.'

It wasn't as hard as you might think. Once I'd sucked the cock of the correct city clarke and spread my legs for him, the next thing you know he'd provided me with the adopting family's information. Nasty old goat he was, though.

Anyhow, I ran into a bit of good luck again. The family's name was Ardent as it turned out and one of the Ardent boys had been a regular at Reggie and Sylvia's sex crazed booze blowouts. I began to date him and then one thing led to another and soon he brought me on his arm to a family reunion. His cousin, it turned out, was the adopted father of my child.

It also turned out, this father had an unmarried younger brother. I set about fixing that in short order and I seduced him that very same weekend. We were an item in no time and I cast the cousin aside even sooner (although I called upon his sexual services on several occasions quietly in the years to come).

Anyhow, this younger brother Alex and I were married and now I'd access to the Ardent money (as well as that of interests in the Tugwell business), but more importantly I had access to my child. Oh and what a beautiful child he was!"

She paused and looked up and down at Billy, drinking-in his humping naked Adonis form. Astride him, her naughty nubile niece Maggie bounced and banged; kissing his neck and shoulders. It was a sight of marvelous wanton depravity to be sure! It was then he turned his head Gwen's way and the two shared a leer.

She could see he had his father's eyes... and what's more, they were her younger brother Reggie's as well. From the taste and mouth-feel, he definitely had his daddy's cock she decided. Gwen continued.

"He was a lovely boy and despite my fears that he was the product of Reggie and myself, he was normal in every way. No strike that... he was extraordinary. He was beautiful, bright, and gifted. Nature had given us a reprieve despite the fact he was the result of a union between a brother and sister."

"So," asked Billy, now sawing himself up into his Auntie Maggie but keeping rapt attention on the story with Gwenn, " did you ever tell him who you were?"

"I did," Gwenn replied, "but I had to bide my time. In the meantime, I watched him grow from a baby into a handsome young boy and I was his doting Auntie Gwenn. Then of course there was the accident which changed things considerably."

"Accident?" asked Billy, eyebrows raised. He was doing his utmost to fuck whilst at the same time pay attention but Auntie Maggie was being frightfully amorous now, bouncing up and down upon him like a mewling little hellcat, (all bites and hisses and lurid kisses on his neck, jaw and lips). She was getting close, and he was getting closer to knowing everything, (well, most everything).

"Yes," replied Gwen, "you see my late husband Alex had a passion for all things equestrian. He loved going to the races. He adored steeple jumping. Anything to do with horses and riding, in fact."

She paused. Something terribly painful flashed through her face in the tiniest hint of a micro-expression. Then she continued,

"When my husband fell from the horse it took us by surprise. He was such an accomplished rider and no one would ever think he'd take such a spill. He lingered for a few days in hospital, then he passed."

Billy didn't quite know what to do or say, so he remained quiet. Maggie even slowed her pace, grinding her hips more gently; clucking her tongue and cooing lightly in his ear as if his somber silent demeanor was the correct thing to show at the time and was subtly conveying her approval. He was emotionally intelligent if still only a sexual neophyte in her estimate.

Maggie had obviously heard this tale related once or twice before. Of course it also changed things for her. It appeared perhaps the mood had been altered for Maggie, and as lustily close as she'd been, she'd now simmered herself down to a dull seething hiss out of appreciation for what was being said.

"But," countered Gwennie, "the family in their moment of sorrow rallied around me, as I did around them. Somewhat surprised by their generosity, I actually benefited a great deal from the settling of my husband's estate. I found I had the home, plus my husband's shares in the family enterprise. I even remained in our home, which had passed to me. No, they were all quite generous... seeing that their son's widow was not thrust out into the cold. Oh... and I wasn't lonely either."

With that Maggie resumed galloping atop Billy's charger. Oh she knew this story well, and she took this as her cue, biting his chin and neck as if they were marzipan sweeties for her. Billy began tossing his hips up into his aunt accordingly but kept his attention focused on Gwennie as she went on with the story.

"Oh but then you see," she said, face brightening as she spoke,

"I was free to do as I chose... the merry widow became my new brand, even. I went back to my old habits; the parties, the lovers, the get-togethers with my brother or my sister. The libertine lifestyle had missed me ...and I'd missed it.

It was just that now that my late husband was gone, my son's adopted mother, Natalie, presented me with yet another opportunity,"

Billy slowed the pace of his hips and hung onto her every word now. That name... NATALIE, struck a note with him. He knew who she was... in fact all present knew. There was nothing to do but let Gwennie finish the tale's telling, the silence broken only by his lasciviously humping auntie's greedy kisses and nibbles while he patiently listened to the story unfolding.

"Natalie," Gwennie explained, "envied my partying lifestyle. She longed for it, yearned for it, even. She approached me one day over tea and said as much; telling me she knew about my fast and loose merry widow ways ...and if it wasn't too much of a bother she wanted in!

Well, it was just the thing I needed to hear and I coyly asked her, 'What of your adopted son Niles?' "

That was it. Billy knew. Beyond a shadow of a doubt his father, Niles the adopted son in question. More shock, more stunned silence, more bumps, grinds and kisses followed from Auntie Maggie as his now confirmed Grandma-mah Gwennie continued with,

"Well Natalie simply countered with, 'What of Niles?' We can afford sitters to watch him the one or two nights a week, so you and I go out and about as we please.'

I simply agreed with her, reeling her in. I mentioned that I'd be happy to take her about town with me to parties and social gatherings of a questionable nature provided she was discreet. What's more, on nights that she and her husband needed time with each other, I'd be happy to watch their son myself.

She took the bait. Swallowed it whole, she did. We headed out to parties together, the two of us becoming absolutely infamous on the club scene and the after-hours party scene. She took her fair share of lovers as did I... we even took each other to bed when the mood took us.

Oh but the best part was she allowed me to be closer to my very own son. She didn't exactly know at first who I really was (that I was his biological mother), but what she DID know was I was quite taken with him. She took me up upon my offer.

Soon she had me babysitting my own boy at least one or two nights a week. It didn't hurt that I lived only a short distance away, (about a fifteen minutes' drive). I now could watch my little boy grow up into a man... oh and a fine man he was!"

She saw Billy look away. The thought of his dearly departed father hit a nerve in him, right in his vulnerable spot. She reached out and placed a hand upon his shoulder saying,

"Oh dear, I didn't mean for you to be sad right now, and yes, I miss him too. Your father meant all the world to me, you must understand that!"

He nodded. Gwen looked at him soberly while randy Auntie Maggie hugged him hard but still pecked all over his chin and jaw, grinding her hips in earnest upon him as she did so. The rude gyrations and torrid kisses worked. With the sadness broken Gwen continued,

"I watched him go from a small child all the way up to manhood. As a young man of your age, he was the spitting image of you... or you of him, all sturdy, handsome, broad shouldered and full of promise.

Of course at that point I'd noticed a good many younger men his age. Come to think of it, so had his adopted mother Natalie; why the vast majority of her young lovers were best described as young bucks of eighteen or nineteen, just as Niles was. Of course Niles himself was oblivious to his mum's antics; what's more, I always wondered what might happen if either she or myself shagged one of his school chums rotten and following a good stout rogering the little bugger opened is gob to tell Niles the whole sordid tale. It never happened, thank heavens."

"Dad didn't know?" Billy asked, having now resumed his steady gallop into his Auntie Maggie's womb entrance, that thick veiny shaft of is stabbing up inside her most agreeably (as was self-evident from her 'Oohs' and 'Aaahs" which were now as frequent as the sound of their wet flesh smacking).

"He did not, indeed," observed Gwen, "which was where I began to wonder if he was not a bit thick or stupid when it came to all things sexual. Turns out I was wrong there, well mostly. He was indeed a virgin, but he most certainly was keen to rid himself of his purity. I just didn't know HOW keen! Oh but I found out, indeed I did.

Well as I'd alluded to earlier, Natalia and I had developed a thing for young men his age. It goes without saying we'd bedded plenty of them. 'Boy toys,' we called them; eighteen or nineteen years old and full of steam. Each hard as a croquet mallet, (but unfortunately often smart as one too)."

Billy and Maggie caught the joke immediately, with him chuckling and she despite having a mouthful of his earlobe letting loose with a rude snort that cascaded into helpless giggles. The punch was doing its "work" on their moods apparently. Gwennie waited for the air to clear and playfully smacked Maggie's bare bum before continuing with,

"Ah... but then there was Niles, smart as a whip and built like a thoroughbred. I think I'd noticed him in a sort of sensual way a little after his eighteenth birthday, (although I may not have realized it completely). I just realized on more than a couple of occasions how sturdy and strong he appeared and then each time found myself getting rather warm. I thought nothing of it until a few weeks later he was staying with me while his parents had gone on holiday to Scotland.

I'd gone to bed and he'd stayed up to watch a late movie on the sofa. At some point early in the night, I got up for a glass of water and went to the kitchen. He didn't hear me apparently for as I glanced casually into my front room to see if he was still awake, I caught him wanking like a monkey in the zoo -bare-arsed on my sofa cushions. Well, I totally forgot about being thirsty. I simply watched him in silence while he sat there staring at the telly n' pulling at himself, trousers down to his ankles.

Well this was certainly not my first time catching a young man furiously abusing himself, as I'd done it with his father - my brother Reggie, all those years before when we were both young and foolish. With Niles I just watched... and instead of retreating and giving him his space or clearing my throat to provide him time to cover up, I simply... watched. I was captivated to be honest and presently felt my nipples harden and ache.

My hand went beneath my clothes. I began to get quietly rude with myself, there in the shadows. I mean, I was barely aware I was doing it but then all at once my hand just found my sex. Without thinking I began to rub myself as I stood there transfixed.

Eventually he brought himself off. He spouted and made a good proper mess in his lap as I recall. As he groped about for a tissue I saw it as my time to make an exit. I backed away quietly and crept to my bedroom without him so much as knowing I was ever even there.

I'd managed to be quiet the whole time, but now I was so unsettled. I trembled not knowing where my head was at. I then asked myself if I'd really been flicking my bean as my own son abused himself.

I knew the answer; I INDEED HAD, (and I had a steaming hot mess between my legs to prove it to). I felt shameful and disgusted with myself... and at the same time totally aroused. I mean, in hindsight I know NOW that I was excited by the sight of my grown son masturbating and am perfectly fine with the fact that I'd loved it, oh but at the time all I could do was feel all bothered and out of sorts.

I drifted off to sleep, only to wake up a short time later finding my hand upon my cunt. I'd been having dreams; lewd lurid dreams of myself with that young man I'd seen on the couch. I knew he was my son and yet, I seemed to have seen him in a different way. Perhaps it was because we'd never had a chance to bond as mother and child that I now felt this strange palpitation, this odd itchy attraction. I don't know. What I do know is I masturbated good and hard, making myself cum, and still feeling shame and horror as to what had gone through my mind. Still at the same time, I'd enjoyed it very much,"

She turned her eyes back to Billy. He was shafting up his aunt's twat inspired; as if Gwen's very words, thick with sexual tension and depravity were fueling him. Good, she thought, he's got the right energy for this sort of thing, the right appetite. He's keen and understands.

"I wondered," she continued, "if he would try the same thing the next evening. At the conclusion of dinner, I yawned and made a comment about being frightfully tired. He didn't seem to protest, but commented about some old movie he'd wanted to see on the telly. I mentioned that my plans involved reading in bed and falling asleep at the earliest possible time. He said that was fine by him. My trap was set.

Sure enough when I crept down the hallway a few hours later, I found him in the same spot on the couch, furiously tugging at himself. I went to work silently in the shadows with my hands beneath my pajamas. This time when he made himself spout, I'd managed to time things; giving myself a lovely little shudder at the same time he made his happy little mess with his hand. Then I returned silently to my room.

For a few more nights we repeated this routine; him abusing himself upon the couch and with me shuddering in the shadows before slinking off to bed quietly. Then one night I decided I'd do something. The selfish hedonist inside me knew what she wanted, and the world could be damned as to the wrong or right of it. On that fateful night as I caught him stroking away upon the sofa cushions, I simply cleared my throat - AHEM!

Well, it was just like his father Reggie back at the barn all over again; what with Niles all protests and denial and me telling him how I'd keep his secret - if he let me join in. That sealed it. He didn't know I was his mum and definitely didn't want his adopted parents finding out about what he'd been up to, so he agreed. *chuckle* Oh it's not like he was that hard a sell. I offered him my hand and he rose and took it. I promptly led him down the hall to my bedroom, fearing he'd change his mind before we got there!

Well he didn't change his mind, in fact he was like a bull at a gate. He was vigorous, adventurous and OHHHH just like you Billy, a quick study. Oh and we did EVERYTHING over those next few days, with me taking his cock in my mouth, my cunt and up my arse. Yes, a quick study, he was and I made him my sexual disciple as it were.

I knew soon he'd be off to the university and so even after his parents returned from Holiday, we made every excuse for him to come over to the house. I always had something I needed help taking down from the attic (or for that matter taking up to the attic), or maybe there was something in need of fixing and if it wasn't out of order, I broke the ruddy thing on purpose just for the excuse. Yes, Nile's adopted Mum was always so helpful and offered him up to assist with mending a bit of fence or fixing a hinge on the door to the cellar, not knowing she was sending her young man straight to me for a good stiff rogering!"

"So this was sort of like me then," Billy asked his loins slowly and thoughtfully plunging his Auntie's innards, careful not to spend too quickly, "just like the excuse Auntie Maggie used here to get me over to her place so we could do all this?"

"Oh yes, very much indeed," Gwennie replied as she ran a hand across his chest whilst observing Maggie's joyful Oooh's and Ahh's from the boy's stabbing strokes, "in fact the similarities of the tales are quite striking to be sure."

"We are a tribe of hedonists to the very last of us," Maggie huffed in his ear, grinding her hips hard against him and tonguing his earlobe, "it must run in the family and in your case it runs on both sides!"

"Oh but there is more," Gwennie added, "you see, I was still partying and drinking and carrying on at night with Natalie, Nile's unsuspecting mummy. In one of her drunken girl chats with me she revealed something. What is it they say, a drunk person's words are a sober person's thoughts? Comments normally kept in the back parts of our naughty noggins can loosen tongues and wreak havoc through strong drink. Well she was positively VERBOSE that night!"

She chuckled to herself then went on with,

"We were having a conversation concerning some of the young men with whom we'd trysted on different occasions, either by ourselves or with the pair of us sharing the young lads together. At some point we were comparing their physical attributes; shoulders, bums, sinewy flanks, cocks and balls. We became positively catty!

Anyhow, Natalie gets all dreamy-eyed and confides she'd even noticed Niles stepping from his bath and how she felt the most shameful of rushes to her face and other extremities. It was the drink making her so honest, but I'd been around sex and people in the lifestyle long enough to know what I saw. She had an itch and wanted it scratched. She also seemed to be probing me for disapproval. She got none.

Instead I asked her if I might be of help and perhaps we could 'share him?' Well long story short, she got all excited and asked me about how we might be able to accomplish such a thing. I told her that she should just pick the day and time and, 'leave the rest up to myself.'

The following day Natalie contacted me, asking if I might set it all up for the coming weekend. We agreed to make things appear as though she'd be leaving town to visit friends while her husband was away someplace else on business. He really did have a business trip, and Natalie was always talking about getting out of the city to see old friends so it all was quite plausible.

We went so far as to stage a phony kitchen conversation concerning her "trip," (right in front of young Niles, just to cover our tracks). Natalie then asked if I might stay with Niles in her house while she was gone, (as she didn't wish for him to be lonely with his daddy away too). I of course agreed, and when she stepped from the room I saw my cue, (whispering in the boy's ear at just how wonderfully wicked it would be to fuck him in his parents bed with them both away). He shot me an illicit smile and nodded, visibly excited and happy to be part of some shameful conspiracy. Of course he was indeed an instrumental part of the plan; however, he could not even conceive that he was more an instrument and less a schemer in the affair.

Things were set for that Friday evening. I remember the look upon Nile's face when we'd finished dinner and I mentioned being a bit tired. By now he knew that as 'code.' He mentioned being frightfully tired himself and was all grins like the cat who'd swallowed the canary as we both rose from the table.

Oh... but the next look upon his face sometime after we both scampered upstairs was simply priceless! He was all breathy and full of anticipation as I popped open the door to his parent's bedroom and pulled him by the hand into the darkness beyond. We shut the door behind us quickly so that if any of the help came along the corridor they'd not see we'd entered. It was not good to be discovered doing such things, even if we both were 'of age.' It wouldn't do, it simply wouldn't and he knew it as much as I.

I told him to get out of his things and I heard him tug at his zip and then there was the jingle of his belt and trousers coming down. I stepped out from my dress and soon everything we had on was off and down in a heap on the floor in the dark. There was a little sliver of moonlight coming through the window, I could see him in the dark, a naked Adonis if there ever was one, and I could just barely make out his eyes running up and down my form. I told him to wait and went to the curtains; drawing them closed so the neighbors would have nothing to whisper about, then I stole back to the bed, lifted the bed clothes and slid between the sheets, naked as my first day on Earth.

He thought he heard something; footsteps of the help moving up and down the corridor. He froze, a dark muscular shadow of youth there in the dark, just waiting and listening. When we were both certain the footsteps were moving away and ascending down the far staircase to the kitchen, I told him to hop in bed and to be quick about it.

It was just then to my left and at the other side of the bed a match was struck illuminating the face of Nile's naughty naked mummy Natalie as she lit a candle and set it upon the nightstand next to her. She then reclined back against the pillows, that soft light and shadows bouncing off the three of us, bouncing off everything in the room. I remember she said,

'Well don't just stand there Niles, you heard the nice lady. It's not at all polite to keep guests waiting. I've raised you better than that.'

Well, as I said before the look on his face was priceless, simply PRICELESS! Stunned didn't begin to come close to describe his expression. It was as if he'd been bewitched *chuckle*.

Both his mum and I knew what we needed to do to break the spell though. We moved close together into the middle of that great bed and kissed, rubbing upon one another and mewling like two happy cats in heat as the candlelight did its quiet magic and made our shadows dance. Out of the corner of my eyes, I could see Nile's cock begin to twitch. We put on quite the little show for him; his mummy and his adopted mummy smooshing lips together, teeth nibbling, tongues snaking, hands groping pinching and cupping. I saw the cock go from a twitch, to a hop, then to a throbbing jump before it became encased in your father Nile's pumping hand, his eyes all full of lust and longing. Natalie noticed this too, and presently we both turned to Niles as Natalie said,

'Come and join us, darling. We want you to feel good and we want to feel good with you.'

And with that, we both extended our arms toward him, two naked sirens bidding him to come and play. I can still see him approaching the foot of the bed, moving with that youthful uncertainty of how to proceed (but pushing forward nonetheless), how he swept himself up over the mattress to land softly between us so that we made the most glorious heaving heap of fleshy joyfulness. Oh we did everything that night, and in every manner imaginable and we were most undisturbed, (as I'd seen fit to buy off the help to stay on the other side of the house for the remainder of the night). Nothing keeps a tongue silent like a full purse. Oh and there were a good many more nights like that until Niles went off to University, the three of us doing those unspeakably nasty vile things,"

Now Gwennie paused, noticing this part of her tale had inspired young William; for he now churned hips faster and faster against his Auntie Maggie's innards. Maggie herself was now all happy shrieks sobs and curses as she raked and clawed her nephew's back and bid him to gallop faster; her eyes shut tight. Any fears Gwen might have had that the truth might be too much for Billy concerning whom she happened to be and how she'd happened to be related to him on not merely one but BOTH sides of the family line were now smacked away in a furious pummeling of hot wet flesh; her story having been just the perverted petrol needed to put him joyfully over the edge into a hedonistic fury.

Gwen saw her chance. This would be young William's first spouting up inside his Auntie's womb-hole. Suffice to say, Gwennie didn't want to miss it. In fact, she wanted to be up close to the stage for the performance, if not a participant!

As Billy and Maggie thrashed and smacked bodies like two wild beasts in heat, Gwen moved in quickly. She knelt down upon the chaise between her grandson's thighs and just aft of Maggie's bouncing bottom. Before her she could plainly see Billy's cock with its great vein running along the underside and looking much like a great meaty ostrich neck. Her heart raced as right in front of her nose it stabbed again and again, deep up inside her niece's clutching quim. She noted Maggie's juicing sex running running like a leaky pipe. It wouldn't be long now; not the way those two were huffing and moaning as walking on hot coals!

Gwen felt the heat of their fuck wafting in her face like a wonderfully foul rude breeze. Presently, she spied the lad's balls hopping rhythmically before her. Shameful selfish inspiration seized her.

Craning her head like a dentist wishing for a better look, she parted William's thighs further still. Her grandson cooperated fully, helpful boy that he was; allowing Gwennie to make whatever mischief she wished. A second later and he found himself well rewarded, for he now felt the welcoming warmth of Gwennie's mouth encasing his balls. She'd taken his testicles up for a good sucking and looking not unlike a squirrel who'd taken up too many acorns in her cheeks. To say the very least, Billy found the sensation MUCH to his liking!

"Oh Auntie," he gasped, "I'm going to do it, I'M SO CLOSE!"

"Oh yes my love! So am I!" Maggie bawled as the pounding pair of fiends humped themselves steadily onward to the orgasmic point of no return.

Gwennie with her gob filled with boy balls could only hang on for dear life and SUCK! SUCK! SUCK! Just then a jet of hot piddle juiced from her niece's twat, running down Maggie's thighs and Billy's ever-stabbing shaft; coating Gwen's cheeks lips and snout the first dregs of climactic brine.
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