Incest/Taboo Aunt Maggie

Gwen knew that just as where there is smoke there be fire; where there are trickles, there be splashings to come - if it was all handled properly. Inspired, she reached in front of her lips and with thumb and fingers seized young William's cock at its unsheathed base, careful to pinch it off without so much as pulling it from his auntie's now sopping-wet puss pie. A full third of the boy's shaft remained outside the cunt throughout each stroke of the two, just enough for Gwennie to get a good ole up 'n down motion going with her hand whilst she continued to suck and gobble balls. Oh but that was not all for Gwen, not with the multi-tasker that she was!

As Maggie hopped in shallow rapid bounces on Billy's proud member, Gwen rudely poked a finger up her niece's bum; forcing Maggie to squeal and shudder helplessly with primal delight. Gwennie now hooked that same finger down and around; pressing and stroking vigorously at where she judged Maggie's G-spot to more or less be. Gwennie as it turned out was spot on; for despite the fact her target lay beyond the anal wall and despite the fact Billy's cock on the other side was very much in the way, she was able to indirectly mash everything against Mag's juice switch and produce the most exquisite of sensations for her niece, (and her nephew for that matter).

Maggie hissed and seethed much overwhelmed. She was beside herself now with the shameful nastiness of it all; stabbed gloriously at both ends and in a fit of hedonism, (just the way she liked). Now "the urge" began to rise within her. She knew full well precisely what was cumming next and cumming soon... (ermmm coming - so sorry).

For his part in all this sweaty business Billy's mind registered new and previously unimagined pleasure. He felt the lovely warm squeeze from his aunt's innards, yet now there was the suck of jowls at his balls and the pressing of something against the underside of his shaft through his Auntie Maggie's cunt-wall . Added to all this, Gwen's naughty paw now wanking him at the base of his cock in short rapid strokes was nothing short of EXQUISITE! That simply did it for him.

"AAAGGH AUNTIE!" Billy sobbed desperately.

"OH YES MY LOVE!" Maggie bawled back at him, unable to now stop what was spilling over the edge inside her.

Gwen felt the balls in her mouth hop ever so slightly as her thumb detected the first jets pulsing up through William's cock; all whilst the huffs howls and joyful sobs of the other two filled her ears. A second later her face was met with a great cascading splash from Maggie's positively sodden blossom, drenching all three souls in steaming sex broth.

Meanwhile Billy jetted... jetted... and jetted again; spewing well deep inside his auntie's cunny til he was all limpness and dregs inside her. Atop him, a happily gasping Maggie beamed into his face; selfishly triumphant in the realization she'd finally received the naughty cunt seeding from her nephew she'd desired from afar for oh so long. She brought her face down to his, covering it with grateful kisses before rolling off him to lie on the chaise at his side, all contented snuggles and purrs.

Gwen rose to her feet above Billy and Maggie, towering above the spent pair. Eyeing them both with expression of satisfaction, she lifted the hem of her skirt and wiped Maggie's sex dew from her spectacles. She was most satisfied with what she'd seen from her grandson William thus far that morning. He'd do... he'd do very well, in fact. Of course there were still more paces to put him through but Gwen knew a thoroughbred when it snorted before her.

In one of those non-verbal exchanges women sometimes make in the presence of a clueless man Gwen shot her niece a knowing look. Maggie replied with a feeble but well-fucked nod of her own smiling head. Strong and as handsome as Billy was, he was still an unseasoned wet-behind-the-ears colt. Gwennie knew and Maggie knew. Gwen luckily had just the perfect piece of horse-tack needed for what was to cum...ermm COME (apologies, I did it again).

Gwen had Billy sip some more of his punch whilst she busily fished about in a patch pocket to the side of her skirts. Retrieving a small brown leather bit of something not unlike a wrist band, she held the item aloft. William was about to inquire as to what it was but found himself cutoff by Gwen asking,

"So you enjoyed my tale, young man?"

He nodded shyly, looking away. Maggie half-rolled over onto him and rested her chin on his bare chest to ask,

"Tell us, what was it you liked?"

"Yes," said Gwennie absentmindedly, fingering the leather bit of whatever it was in her hands with her salt and pepper head cocked to one side, "what was it that captured your attention?"

"It was all so bad," he replied, "so forbidden even, and yet everyone thoroughly enjoyed themselves. Like no matter how rude the things were you and the others did, they were alright. You were having fun being so wrong and ...bad. It also explained a lot of things for me. It explained why I'm always thinking of terrible things I want to do. I suppose hearing what you did means I'm not alone in the things I want to do and things that..." he hesitated, "that...that..."

"Make you excited?" Maggie interrupted, kissing his chest as her eyes locked upon his seductively. There was a long pause. She turned her pretty red head and as if for dramatic effect she shot a glance back at his deflated penis, now laying limp and lifeless on its side like a pale dead mouse.

"Yes," Billy answered honestly, as if the truth itself were a window he'd broken and needed to come clean over since it would serve no purpose to fib, (not that his answer wasn't laden with slightly shameful twinges).

"Yes it did, didn't it!" Gwennie nodded with a wicked grin, eyeing his dead mousey with interest keen, "I also noticed when I spoke of me fucking, sucking and being rude with my very own son, it set your hips plowing all the more harder into your Auntie. It felt good didn't it? Good and wicked at the same time... in the most shameful of ways?"

Her words produced little hops and twitches in his limpness as his testicles raised and lowered themselves involuntarily, all quite visible if but barely perceptible. She knew what she was looking for and the corners of her mouth turned up when she saw it. Whether it was her words or a wicked image placed in Billy's head, the result had been the same; he'd had been aroused by the thought of it all and now his dead mouse was reviving at the mere suggestion. Yes, he'd definitely do!

"I suppose," Gwen went on while scrutinizing his still flaccid appendage, "that when your father Niles buggered my bum on all those occasions, the very thought made you feel nice in your shameful places, yes?"

He nodded, as his dead mousy appeared to nod along with him, its rude head making a barely perceptible twitch. Maggie, still pecking and smooching away at the rise and fall of his chest, reached out a naughty little paw to grasp his flaccid hamster in her hand, not to wank him but merely letting it pulse in her palm. With her words trickling like warm bathwater from a tap she asked between kisses,

"I suppose it thrilled you when Gwennie detailed all that shameful bumming and other acts that took place between a mother and son? I imagine that you found it so very ... enjoyable, yes?"

He nodded mumbling something to the affirmative, overcome by the lovely sensation of her hand against him yet still somewhat shy when talking about his shameful likes and dislikes.

"You know what?" she asked him, "I enjoy bumming myself now and again - in fact I'm positively itchy for it even now as we speak. You know, being your mum's sister, it's too bad I can only fulfill your fantasy of an auntie-nephew encounter. Oh but wait, I do know SOMETHING you might find interesting,"

Her hand was now beginning to stroke and wank, holding him between thumb and forefinger and moving ever so gently against the nearly dead mouse as it pulsed feebly still at her touch. She noted his eyes riveted upon hers. Good, he was indeed interested. She added,

"You DO wish to know, *kiss-kiss * don't you Billy? YES? *kiss-smooch-kiss* Does my favorite nephew wish to know?"

"Tell me Auntie Maggie," he gasped softly as his organ rushed with blood against her light lovely strokes, "PLEASE!"

"Very well," she replied, still pecking and kissing his chest and nipples, "I know for a FACT, your mummy is of a mind to lay with me, with Gwennie, and with YOU, dear boy. She would very much like to lay with all of us and feel good... to make us feel good as well. Would you not like that?"

For several seconds she merely stroked him and waited for his reply. She took pleasure at his member's rebirth, and revelled in his throbbing excitement. She drew her palm to her lips and spat in it, returning a slimy paw to his pulsing throbber for a good proper tugging. Still however, she wished to hear it from him.

"Well Billy?"

He licked his lips. His buttocks raised slightly from the chaise whilst his auntie's determined slimy handjob worked its magic upon both his cock and mind. His lips moved,

"Yes. I want to play with you, and Gwennie... and I want mummy to join us."

"There," Maggie whispered, "that wasn't so difficult for you to say, now was it? And YES, we're going to do our best to make that happen. You need only follow our lead and do as Gwennie and I tell you. Oh but over the next few days, we'll have plenty of things we can teach you, if you let us."

"I'd like that Auntie Maggie," Billy murmured.

His ardour had returned. He now found himself humping ever so slightly against her vigorously pistoning paw. The pleasing sensations were all too intense for him not to, as her greasy grip rose and fell in a lovely blur on his well-slimed shaft. He was indeed ready, a fact not lost on both women present.

"Good," observed Gwennie standing above him, turning over the little leathery bit of something in her hand as she spoke, "I should think your Auntie Maggie would like a good proper bumming from you young William, but first things first. I wish to taste that very last fuck the both of you recently had."

With that, Gweenie took a step back from the chaise and reached for her garments. She made a snapping sound with her skirts. Immediately they fell to the concrete pool-deck.

Billy gulped at the irony now partially disrobed before him. She might as well have been two women instead of one; for she was his grandmother to one side of the family tree and his great auntie at the other. It seemed ever so improbable and yet here she was; standing stark and bottomless, her pubis a proud salt and pepper topiary - a proper cunt-beard if there ever was one!

Having been of a certain age and time, Billy had only encountered the most naked and shorn of female cunts in both real life and his normal porn-surfing, however he knew enough about muffs from the old nudie mags of yesteryear. What he saw was intimidating, mysterious and retro sexy - vintage quim to be sure. Caught in the lovely squeeze in his auntie's grip he throbbed and seethed, his fevered mind conjecturing what such an antique twat such as his grandmother's might feel like bouncing upon his knob. It would have to wait however for the time being, as Auntie Maggie and Granny Gwen had other plans at the moment.

Gwen now removed her blouse and sent it fluttering to the deck. Soon it was joined by her brassiere. Now two pendulous melon-like bosoms faced young William, with jutting maraschino cherry nipples seeming to point at him as if to say, "YES! That's the one I want... that one there!"

Gwennie momentarily towered over William, looking like the quintessential if not seasoned naked Amazon; her bifocals glinting in the sun being her sole sign of any frailty. She hovered above like a hawk scrutinizing a hare from a great height, feasting her eyes upon the vision of a youthful male virility all wrapped-up in taught muscle and sinew. Feeling her heart skip a lecherous beat, she then fell upon him; kissing and licking at his midsection, then to his navel, then along his happy-trail of pubic hair, before eventually arriving at his dong, (and all whilst Maggie stroked his him and whispered absolutely the most shameful of filth in his ear). Now lying half-across the chaise between the youth's legs, Gwen now set upon his cock and balls in a selfish frenzy of fiendish gluttony and groping.

Billy felt himself swallowed all at once a wonderfully rude gulp; Gwen stuffing his cock to the back of her throat as if simply ravenous. His mind registered the strange and pleasant sensation of his dong having 'turned the corner,' and bending itself decidedly downward. He realized there was nothing a boy could do but allow her to throat-milk him as her deft fingers set about feverishly cupping and squeezing at his warm hairy balls.

The boy's arse rose and fell back to the chaise in delightfully urgent thrusts as the pleasure from Gwennie's gobbling gob had him now just on the very edge of blubbering like a newborn. His eyes rolled with delight as he tossed his head; wallowing in the sheer joy of it all, and with a mind vaguely aware of the torrent of lewd suggestions from Maggie's lips filling his ear along with tongue-tickles and naughty hisses. Exquisite and excruciating best described the pleasure flowing through him; so much so he shot an involuntary palm out to cup the bobbing salt and pepper granny noggin now loudly slobber-tugging his throbber with jowls most determined. Gwennie continued this rude sucky-wuck for several more strokes, bringing William agonizingly close to the very edge until she sensed he might jet yet again.

"NOT SO FAST!" she announced, pulling up with a shimmering line of slobber hanging like dew-covered spider's web from her chin to William's cock-tip, "You've not permission to spend yet!"

"Oh NO Billy!" agreed Maggie all hisses and kisses in his ear, "You simply mustn't!"

"Well," observed Gwennie as she clamped her thumb and forefinger at the base of his cock, "the taste of things tells me that one, you've generously spouted up inside my niece and two... you've a good deal of pre-ejaculate haralding yet another rush of your seed quite soon. Do you know what THIS is?"

She held aloft that strange leather harness thinga-mabob in her hand, raising it up to his snout while her other hand maintained a talon-like clamp. Her eyes studied his as her grin foxily lolled out her tongue, licking slowly up and down his shaft and tip. She was enjoying his ignorance and first-time wonderment, as he shook a bewildered head to the negative. That innocence of his was enough to involuntarily throb her clit with the most supreme ache and for a moment she dry-humped herself against his sunoil slicked ankle, (that being the only thing for her readily available). Delighted with a chance to teach him as well as touch him, she patiently explained,

"THIS is a device developed by myself and your Auntie Maggie many years ago. It's one of many little items which turned this family first into sex-industry barons, and then after we hopped the business across the pond to Amsterdam, Frankfurt and a dozen other places... into absolute 'fuck moguls.' Marital beds and illicit couplings in dark places and shady hotels have NEVER been the same. You're to learn about this device and many more like it. It will feed you, clothe you, get you into University, and it will line your pockets nicely with money, mark my words."

"What does it do?" Billy asked, somewhat hesitant at where it might go.

"See how my thumb and forefinger are pinching off your cock at the base near your bollocks?" Gwen asked, providing his penis the very pinch she described.

He nodded.

"I'm constricting your fluids," Gwen explained, "holding the blood up in your organ like a birthday clown attempting to make a balloon dachshund. Now if I release things, it will eventually calm down and we'd see your wilted dead mousey again, oh but since we are well acquainted with 'Mister Mouse', let's instead keep 'Mister Veiny Throbber' present for us to enjoy. He's much more fun anyhow... especially if he's to go up your Auntie Maggie's tailpipe. Now then, let me fit this on and adjust things properly,"

With that, Gwen held the instrument open wide so he could now see everything clearly. It was not unlike a wrist protector that archers used to keep bowstrings from slicing them, except that it had two openings close together and one larger opening further away from the other two and at right angles to the first pair. Billy noticed what looked like drawstring chords for a tracksuit running into the side of the openings, so that presumably the entrances could be tied snuggly shut. Little brass rivets ran over the rest of the dark leather, gleaming brightly in the morning sun and giving the whole device a rather steampunkish look.

Like a magician who'd decided her audience had seen the prop enough, Gwen proceeded with her magic trick. She placed the opening at one end over the tip of Billy's erect penis and ran his throbber on through. She then brought forth his prickhead from the other exit so that he now wore the device like a band.

Biting her lip, Gwen brought the entire harness down William's shaft and then carefully fed his balls though the same initial entrance as the penis, before she then pushed his balls out the third opening in the bottom mentioned before. She now sucked upon his cock for several strokes just to maintain stiffness in his member whilst she adjusted drawstrings at two locations. Always one to help, Maggie kissed William's lips and jaw and neck, all while vexing his nipples with wicked fingertips.

William felt the drawstrings constrict upon him, not in an uncomfortable way, but in the manner one might feel when pulling taught the strings on a running shoe. If summed all up, he felt snugness and support but no pain. There was padding of some sort on the device's interior, and he now felt it pressing directly on the base of his member, plus he noticed a general squeeze at another location; pulling his balls gently but firmly away from his prick. Lifting and separating had just taken on a whole new meaning for him.

"There," said Gwen, drumming the tip of his leather clad cock playfully against her puckered lips, "what do you think of this contraption, young sir?"

Billy scrutinized things 'down there,' turning his head from one side to the other whilst his grandmother Gwen admired her handiwork and Maggie nodded her red noggin in smiling approval.

"It looks," he commented, "like I'm some sort of gladiator or something,"

His ears were met by twin explosions of female cackles. To be fair, it did indeed look like he was ready to swing swords in an arena instead of sink his shaft up Auntie's bottom, but he noted the snugness gave his already generous organ a look of formidable prominence, (not unlike a rough obelisk raised by some ancient warrior cult). For whatever reason, the device made 'all things phallic' all the more phallic than before; something not lost upon him. He was also very much taken by the aesthetic of the brass rivets running along the harness's side and circling around its openings, giving him the look of a randy steam locomotive boiler. Yes it would do, he surmised.

"So you like?" Maggie asked, hoping his answer would be in the affirmative.

"Makes me feel like I am auditioning for a bit in Mad Maxx or something, but yes it works for me,"

He received louder cackles than before.

"Well Maggie," Gwen said turning to her niece, in between snorts and trying to find her breath, "he's kitted out for battle, now let's send him around to attack your breach from the rear. He's certain to make it a bit wider before the day is through!"

There were more snorts and cackles as Maggie said something about Henry V which was completely lost upon young William but with that, Gwenn made a circling motion with one finger to her. Maggie upon seeing her cue, rose herself and turned about, (resting with her knees upon the chaise). She was now presenting herself arse-up and shoulders most-low to her auntie, (who kept a skillful hand steadily wanking upon William's leather girded gonads).

Gwen knelt and the licking began. Then came the eating in earnest and the rude woman upon woman fingering. This was a certain something-something Maggie enjoyed supremely whenever Gwen prepared her for an onslaught of cock. In fact, her sapphicly-seasoned Aunt Gwennie had done this many a time for her before, (and neither woman was a stranger to the ritual).

Billy half-turned himself so he could better watch the performance. From his vantage point he beheld Gwen, her face pushed up and beneath the upturned twin loaves of Auntie Maggie's beautiful behind. She was furiously gobbling Maggie for all she was worth, her head working up and down and side to side and much engrossed in her task. Billy could also plainly see Maggie's face turned off to one side towards him, her head resting flat on the chaise with her mouth hanging open slack. Her eyes had screwed shut, and she moaned as if set upon by the most terrible of tummy aches. The whole scene, added to the fact that Grand-mamah Gwennie still was plunging her paw up and down Billy's harnessed stiffie and you can probably guess young William was enjoying things supremely; never taking his eyes from the sapphic spectacle as he brought up his punch for a few greedy slurps.​