Incest/Taboo Mom Tries Belly Dancing

"Mom…"

"Shhhhh." Mom put her hands atop mine. "I rather like having Beth around. I'm glad Tom found a job."

"You think they'll move here?"

"Of course."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Yes. Are you jealous?"

"No. I, uh, I thought maybe you…"

Mom's eyes were sparkled with mischief.

"Ha, ha," I said, pushing her away.

Mom stood up and turned around, then slipped her arms around me and gave me a bear hug.

"Don't be so sensitive. You've awakened a tiger and you might need help taming it."

"I'm not so sure she'll make the job easier."

"Who says I was talking about me?"

I pushed Mom back and slipped my hands inside her blouse, filling them with motherly tit.

"Don't get too excited, now. Your father and uncle may be dead to the world but they're still here."

"Who's getting excited?"

Mom chuckled hoarsely and pushed her hips forward, pressing her pelvis against my groin.

"Someone certainly is," she laughed.

If she didn't want me to get excited, Mom was sure going about it the wrong way. Instead of pushing my hands out of her blouse, she stretched up to kiss me and as soon as our lips met, I felt the palm of her hand on the bulge in my jeans. The whole time we kissed, Mom rubbed the underside of my shaft through my pants. When the kiss was over, I was already almost ready to come.

"Can you be a little late for school?" Mom rasped.

"You betcha."

"Good, because ever since Beth kissed me like that this morning, I've been thinking of you, and her, and tomorrow afternoon."

Mom had pulled my zipper down and was unbuckling my belt. She yanked my jeans apart and then backed up, eyes sparkling, smiling, and eyes on my crotch. She backed into the table, hefted her rump onto it and pulled her skirt up, then looked at me with a very raunchy look on her face.

"Beth wasn't wearing panties. She stopped at the door to show me," Mom teased, whisking her skirt high to demonstrate her own lack of protective clothing. She stretched her right knee out, opening her legs to provide an gaping view of her glistening slit shining through its surrounding pelt of neatly trimmed fur. I rushed toward her, flipping my underwear down to free my hard cock.

"Try to be quiet, baby."

I was between her legs in a flash, fumbling, trying to get my cock inside her. Mom curled her arms around her neck and half lifted herself off the table, spreading her legs and wrapping them around my waist. I found her hole, or rather, it found me, and I slid easily into her slick channel.

"Oh God, Mom."

"Shhhhhh!"

After that, the only sounds in the kitchen were our grunts, moans, sighs, and gasps. It was a quick, frantic affair for all of that. I released Mom's tits and concentrated on hanging on to her as I banged her hard. Toward the end, the kitchen table was slamming into the wall but neither of us was capable of slowing the pace of our colliding bodies. It was very intense and my whole body shook violently when I released my load. I was pleased, when I backed away, sated, to see my cum trickling down the inside of Mom 's left thigh. So that's a quickie.

Mom walked to the kitchen doorway near the stairs and turned around. As she buttoned up her blouse, she spoke loudly.

"Thanks for helping me move things around, Curtis. You'd better get to school, now. You're going to be late."

We both grinned. As I passed by her on my way out, Mom put her arm out to stop me.

"Beth says she wants to get together again."

"I'm game if you are."

"I want to watch you fuck her."

Mom's voice became excited as she mouthed those words and it transferred to me like a contagious disease.

"I can do that."

"And put it in her mouth," she breathed.

"Mom, you're going to get me all worked up again."

"I can feel you," Mom husked, "dribbling down my leg."

"That's not fair," I complained.

"I'm going to let it dry."

"Oh, Jeez," I cried, reaching down to adjust my stirring cock.

"Away with you now. Go to school and learn something."

I was still hard when I got to school and had to sling my backpack in front as I walked down the halls.
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That night at supper, Uncle Tom's old confidence was back. The new job didn't pay anything like his previous position but that didn't matter. He had a job and, anyways, it was a lot cheaper to live here than in the big city. I was amazed at the difference a job could make to a man, or perhaps it was better to say what the lack of one could do. Dad and Uncle Tom were boisterous, to say the least. Removal of the unemployment tension allowed positive emotions bubble to the top.

Aunt Beth was especially pleased and I wondered if it wasn't partly due to the fact that they would be moving here. I hoped it was because I was looking forward to it. At first I had feared that her staying might become an unwelcome intrusion on my budding romance with Mom. But after the session with Mom this morning I knew that Aunt Beth was bringing a whole new twist to the table and one that was welcomed by Mom. I guess that shouldn't have been surprising since it was Mom that had initiated the final seduction of Aunt Beth. I was going to leave it alone but Moms always know best!

It was difficult, sitting at the table, to hide my thoughts. I wasn't worried about Dad and Uncle Tom because they weren't paying any attention to anyone but themselves, except to gather acknowledgement of how amusing they were. But I was sure both Mom and Aunt Beth were aware that they were on my mind. Maybe they couldn't see the detailed images in my mind of Mom feeding my cock into Aunt Beth's mouth, or of her sitting above my aunt's head on Mom's bed and holding her ankles while I squatted over her lewdly exposed haunches, slowly dipping my cock in and out of her hole. Then again, the more I thought about it, the more I figured Mom and Aunt Beth probably knew exactly what was written all over my face.

Uncle Tom had at least complimented Aunt Beth on her appearance when she came home, remarking on how chic she looked. Certainly, a woman who isn't well endowed should adopt the partly undone, plain white blouse. Making a point of what was under there, however modest, was an effective tactic. Most guys, despite making a big deal of huge hooters in public, prefer smaller ones and will basically chase after anything anyway. I had felt Mom's and Aunt Beth's and liked both. They were different, but both were great.

What really surprised me at the dinner table was that Aunt Beth didn't make her own announcement, that she had also been offered a job. She hadn't told me but I saw her look at Mom when she first came in and I knew from the exchange of looks between them that Aunt Beth had got it. There were additional, more complicated messages conveyed in those looks but they were ones that, as a man, I didn't fully comprehend.

So I sat, waiting for Uncle Tom and Dad to settle down, so Aunt Beth could make her announcement, but the wine continued to flow and they never did shut up. I began to realize, after witnessing a number of glances between Mom and Aunt Beth, whether she was going to tell her husband at all. Maybe she just didn't want to steal her husband's thunder. Possibly. Women are more sensitive than men. As it was, it was Mom who finally spoke.

"So I guess you'll have to go back to put your house on the market and pack up your things?" Mom asked.

"The sale's all arranged. It's part of the deal, and the movers too," Uncle Tom waved his hand, pompously alluding to his abilities as a great negotiator in stark contrast to the humbled man who had left the house after breakfast just the day before.

"But your personal things. Surely, you'll want to pack them up yourself?" Mom directed her next question to Aunt Beth.

"Oh yes. I couldn't trust my personal things to strangers."

The exchange had the feel of a rehearsal to me but my uncle didn't notice.

"Why not?" he broke in. "It's just stuff. They're professionals. Let them do their job."

"Well, men's junk may be just stuff but a woman's things certainly aren't," Mom stated.

"Yes, I guess I'll have to go back," Aunt Beth said.

"Would you like me to come and help?"

"Oh no. You've done so much for us already."

"Really, I don't mind. I'd love to help you get ready to move to your new home."

"That's so kind of you," Aunt Beth gushed.

"We should go soon, before the weekend. It's so busy on the weekends."

"And on Friday, too."

"Why don't we go this Thursday and come back the next?"

"That would be great. It will give us lots of time to say goodbye to a few of my favorite restaurants. I'd love to take you to some of them."

"And we could go shopping. The stores here are so dismal."

"I know."

"Here we go," Dad said.

Close, I thought. There they go, leaving me here by myself, with my hand for company. Nice move.

"Do you think Curtis could help?" Aunt Beth asked. "I have a few heavy things to pack up."

I had to force myself not to jump out of my chair to shout with glee.

"Beth, leave the boy out of it. He doesn't want to pack boxes for his old aunt."

"I don't mind," I said, liking the way this was going.

"But he's got school," Dad interjected.

"It's spring break next week," I said, getting into the swing of it.

"That's next week," Dad replied.

"He's doing well at school. I'm sure he can miss a couple of extra days," Mom leapt in to my defense.

"Well…," Dad hummed.

"I guess it will be just you and me, batching it," Uncle Tom smiled broadly and winked.

Dad looked at him but wasn't reassured. Nevertheless, he said, "Okay."

It was a done deal. I would be spending a week alone with Mom and Aunt Beth. Dad and Uncle Tom were already discussing the football games that were on for the next week. Mom and I and Aunt Beth looked at each other, slight smiles on each of our faces, and our feet stretched out to touch one another, like a piling of hands on a rugby field.

After dessert, we stayed at the dining room table while Dad and Uncle Tom moved to the living room to watch a game. We played cards while they switched to scotch. A couple of hours later, the game droned on while my father and Uncle Tom nodded off, each partly worn out from the night before.

I helped clear the table and clean up the kitchen. After starting the dishwasher, Mom stood by the kitchen doorway and divided her time between keeping an eye on the snoozing men and watching me feed my cock into my kneeling aunt's mouth.

I took my time as if there was no danger from the next room. In fact, I was relishing it, one hand holding Aunt Beth's hair and tipping her face up toward me while the other grasped my shaft to steer it in and out of her mouth. Remembering Mom's words this morning, I made sure that she had a good view and after my aunt had me well slicked up, I pulled my cock out and dangled it above to let a strand saliva trail onto her face. Then I rubbed it across her lips, adjusted the angle, and pushed in deep, pushing in slowly.

When Mom reached down to fit her hand under her skirt, I knew I had done well. Grasping both sides of Aunt Beth's head, I began fucking her face in earnest and switched between watching what I was doing and looking at the feverish action under Mom's skirt. She wasn't watching the men anymore but I doubted either would wake up.

I knew both women would find their way to my bed that night after the men had been put to rest. We couldn't wait until Thursday, even though it was only two days away.

When I was ready to come, I pulled my cock out of Aunt Beth's mouth and blasted my semen all over her face. I was positive that neither of the women would have liked that if it was just the two of us but the memory of Aunt Beth's face when she watched me spill a little on Mom's face drove me to do it. I knew at that moment that she would not only let me, she wanted it. Not for me, but for Mom. She needed Mom to see her get her face creamed. I don't know why I knew that, I just did. I didn't look but I heard Mom start her own orgasm as soon as the first spurt landed on my aunt's forehead.
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My door opened and Mom and Aunt Beth entered without knocking, each wearing a full-length robe.

"It's late. I wasn't sure you'd be up," Mom said.

"Yeah. Dad and Uncle Tom got a second wind there for a while."

"It looks like you're waiting for something. Are you expecting something to happen?" Aunt Beth asked cheekily.

"Not really," I responded as casually as I could, given I was lying completely naked on the bed and my cock was standing straight up as only a vivid imagination could make it do. Mom and Aunt Beth removed their robes, revealing strikingly similar full-length, billowing nightgowns that allowed the outline of their bodies to show through.

They let their robes slip casually to the floor, a sexy act in itself, and began to untie the delicate ribbons that kept the nightgowns together in front. Once undone, they were open to the waist. Mom's breasts spilled out of hers while Aunt Beth's remained hidden but the thrust of her dark nipples were plainly evident beneath the thin cotton nightgown.

"No messy stuff tonight," Mom whispered. "We can't be having showers in the middle of the night, now can we?"

Aunt Beth giggled. "You're just saying that because it's your turn."

"Am not," Mom retorted. Regarding me more seriously, she said, "You've had more than a little fun today so tonight is for us. It's ladies night and we like it slow and gentle, kapeesh?"

I nodded. Whatever terms they specified, they got. I couldn't believe that I was going to spend a week with these two. Feeding off each other, they were already on their way to wearing me out. Who says older women aren't sexy?

Mom and Aunt Beth approached the bed, effortlessly drawing attention to every sexy nuance of their limbs and press of material against their bodies. Impossibly, I got harder, for I knew that this was but a foreshadow of what my life was to become.

Aunt Beth stopped beside the bed while Mom walked around to the end. As if on cue, both grasped their nightgowns near the knees and pulled them up to mid-thigh, freeing their legs so they could climb onto the bed. Each lifted the hems high enough for me to see that neither was wearing panties but I already knew that because the dark thatch of their pubic hair showed through the thin material of the nightgowns. Mom crawled over my legs until she straddled my thighs and Aunt Beth configured herself into a lounging position alongside me, propped up on her right elbow.

"What should be do with this, Beth?" Mom asked, cradling her hands around my cock but not touching it. Nevertheless, it twitched violently from the proximity of her soft palms.

"I don't know, Lisa. Shouldn't he get in trouble for having that in our presence, let alone showing it off. I mean, really, getting such a big boner for his aunt, not to mention his mother."

Aunt Beth giggled and Mom joined in but the laughter faded as Mom moved her cupped hands up and down, surrounding my cock in mock masturbation, but still not touching it. I strained my neck to tip my head up so I could watch, fascinated, as my cock twitched even though it wasn't being touched. When Mom's hands reached to bottom of their stroke, Aunt Beth leaned forward and brought her mouth close to my tip. She opened her mouth but didn't take me inside as I had expected, or hoped. Instead, she blew hot breath on my cock and I groaned.

"You're going to torture me?" I asked.

"Do you want us to torture you?" Mom asked.

"If this is torture, then yes," I answered.

"You haven't seen anything, yet," Aunt Beth promised.

Both women chuckled. For the next ten minutes or so, I was treated, or subjected, to many non-tactile strokes and heavenly breaths until my stomach and legs were a quivering mess of anticipation and my chest heaved with barely suppressed gasps.

"Please," I pleaded. "Touch it."

"You must earn it," Mom said.

"How?" I gasped.

"Beth?"

Aunt Beth rose to a sitting position and then, in one fluid movement, swung her leg over my chest and settled onto my stomach with her back toward me. Like Mom, she used her thighs to keep her weight mostly off me.

Mom pulled Aunt Beth toward her and seconds later, I could see her hands beyond Aunt Beth's back as she fondled her breasts. By the movements of Aunt Beth's elbows, I could tell her own hands were busy, presumably occupied with a similar task. They kissed each other slowly, languidly.

For several minutes, Mom and Aunt Beth kissed, ignoring me and my plight. I kept quiet, sure that if I disturbed them it would only prolong my agony. Finally, Mom peeked over Aunt Beth's shoulder during a break in their kissing.

"Oh, Curtis. Are you still there? We forgot all about you. Did you still want us to touch you?"

"Please," I cried hoarsely.

I was painfully aware that my hard cock was waggling between my two favorite women, each sitting astride me with their thighs open and pussies bare, one above and one below my aching cock. I imagined how slick they must be, titillated by their own teasing, the caressing of each other's breasts, and the slide of their tongues in each other's mouths, not to mention the mental effect of the brief whispers they exchanged between kisses.

"The poor dear. Let him kiss your pussy, Beth. That is, if you have any feelings for your nephew."

"I do," Aunt Beth said. "In fact, I love him."

"Then, by all means, let him worship you."

Aunt Beth skidded her bottom back until her pussy skidded onto my mouth. I was right, it was already slick with her juices. Dutifully, and thankfully, I pushed my tongue up to lick her pubes, the tip dipping into her wet slit. My aunt, trying to help me I suppose, slid her ass back and forth, sometimes covering my nose as well as my mouth, but I didn't care. I almost didn't notice the moment when Mom's hands curled around my shaft, one at the tip and one at the root. Almost, that is. I groaned into Aunt Beth's pussy and pushed my tongue out hard, finding and entering her inner hole, and wiggled it to demonstrate my appreciation.

Aunt Beth leaned back, I guess to push her cunt more firmly onto my tongue, and her hands reached back to brace herself on the bed. I thought, I must be doing a pretty good job for her to relinquish Mom's tits. Aunt Beth squirmed, folding her cheeks over my nose and I gasped for breath. My hands reached up and curled around her ribcage, seeking and finding her little tits. She arched her back and her nipples became amazingly stiff and extended. I pressed them into my palms and rolled them around, them grasped them between thumbs and fingers and pinched, stretching her tits off her chest. I was rewarded with a series of frantic squirms and a satisfying moan from my aunt.

Mom slid forward, up my thighs, until her pussy lips mashed into the underside of my shaft. The moist heat of her labia and slit fit like a glove around my cock, especially when her hand pulled on the helmet to press my shaft into the groove between her lips. Her pussy began tiny fuck movements that slowly coordinated with the movements of Aunt Beth's pussy on my face, sending exquisitely time thrills along the entire length of my rigid member.

"Make him do it," Mom whispered, her voice as hoarse as mine when I had pleaded for their touch.

She was very excited. They had planned something. But what?

Aunt Beth kicked her ass forward, slipping her cunt off my tongue but keeping her ass on my face. I searched for her hole, sticking my tongue up stiff and hard, sure she was about to slide it back. Instead, my tongue found another divide, a darker crevice surrounding a smaller, more pungent entrance. The tip of my tongue fit into this smaller gateway but with a little difficulty and my aunt moaned loudly as soon as it did.

"Push it all the way in," Mom commanded.

I did as she said, trying so hard that I felt the strain on the muscles of my tongue and tried hard to stiffen it. Aunt Beth responded accordingly and I knew I had done well when I felt Mom lift herself off my thighs and was then treated to the hot sinking of her hole over my shaft. Heaven descended to bless me for my wickedness.

I wiggled my face and thrashed my tongue inside Aunt Beth's trembling backside, hoping, and receiving, an equivalent reward from Mom. She squeezed my shaft and massaged it with her hot and wet womanly muscle, milking my cock as if her channel had been genetically engineered to match it, nerve for nerve, as I guess maybe it was. No other woman could fit me as well as she. I started thrusting upwards, demonstrating surprising strength with my ability to lift both Mom and Aunt Beth off the bed.

"Ride him, Lisa," Aunt Beth cried.

I bucked harder, striving to fulfill Mom as well as myself. I felt Aunt Beth plunge her fingers into herself and stopped jabbing my tongue in and out of her ass in favor of holding it rigidly in place. I could feel her fingers plunging in and out through the thin membrane that separated her cunt from the little room that housed my tongue. When they stopped retreating and stayed inside, like my tongue was, I knew my aunt was close and I renewed my efforts to find release for myself and Mom. It had to come soon before I exhausted myself. Thankfully, within a minute, I began shooting my load inside Mom and felt her own, longer release begin bathing my cock at the same time that Aunt Beth's juices flooded my chin and neck.

My bedroom was a cacophony of groans and moans and heavy breathing for a long time. Slowly, Mom and Aunt Beth climbed off me and took up positions on either side, each facing me and caressing my face, chest and stomach with a free hand. Nobody said anything for a long time.

Mom kissed my cheek and Aunt Beth copied her. Several more pecks followed, then longer presses on my cheeks and jaw line, slowly progressing to the corners of my mouth. Mom was the first to press her lips to mine, then Aunt Beth. Gradually, the kisses became longer and longer but it was quite a while before a tongue slipped into a mouth. I can't remember who initiated it, Mom, Aunt Beth or me. It was longer still before Mom broke the silence.

"I think you should let your aunt ride you for a while."

"I don't think I can manage, Mom."

"Oh, I think you can," she giggled.

I felt her hand around my shaft and was surprised that I was hard.

Aunt Beth swung up onto me with surprising agility and began sliding onto my cock. She was tighter than Mom and didn't fit me as well but she could have eaten crackers anytime as far as I was concerned. She started slowly, barely moving her hips, but her inner muscles were continually active. It was the start of a pilgrimage to another holy place.

Mom kissed me while Aunt Beth pleasured herself astride me. Like a steam engine, she gradually increased her pace, sometimes falling back but always surging ahead to a higher level, until she was leaning forward over me, hands grasping my shoulders on either side of my neck to help thrust herself onto my cock as hard as she could. At the end, she threw herself back, much as Mom had, and her body stiffened as her orgasm overtook her.

As soon as she was done, Mom ordered me to make room for her to lie down. Aunt Beth was still breathing harshly as Mom guided her onto her back, took a position above her head and told me to hand my aunt's feet to her. I lifted Aunt Beth's legs and pushed her knees toward Mom. She grasped both ankles and pulled them back.

"Hammer her good. She owes you."

I wasted no time in squatting over my delicate aunt and plunging my stiff cock into her gaping hole. She was so wet there was little resistance. Immediately, I began banging her hard, urged on unnecessarily by Mom. Like Aunt Beth, I increased my pace, but much more quickly. The bottom of my thighs slapped loudly against my aunt's upturned haunches and I was surprised that the violence of my attack didn't provoke a single sound from her. She bore it quietly, grunting, though I could see by the expression on her face it wasn't an ordeal. At the end, when my cock started spewing its second load that night, Aunt Beth cried out as another orgasm consumed her.

I was going to pull out but Mom threw her arms around my waist and held me down on the back of Aunt Beth's thighs, forcing me to spill all of my spunk inside her. I wouldn't learn until later that this was not an idle fetish of Mom's; it had a purpose.
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I was exhausted the next day, as you can well imagine, and would have liked to sleep the following day after we arrived at Aunt Beth's, but they wouldn't let me. I'm sure you can imagine the horror I had to go through over the subsequent week and beyond. Aunt Beth didn't accept the job and never told Uncle Tom she had been offered one. He seemed to like the notion that she was dependent on him and she fostered that feeling, feeding his false notion of manhood while I exercised mine regularly with both her and Mom for many years, often together, but not always. Each of us enjoyed pairing off.

It was the threesomes, however, that led to the wilder escapades. Mom had been intrigued by the tongueing I had delivered to Aunt Beth's behind and in that first week at my aunt's place, I had both women in the ass, something that probably never would have happened with just me alone. Being shared by two women who like each other. There's nothing better than that.

Oh, BTW. Uncle Tom's manhood received another boost with the arrival of their first child. The world is full of surprises, isn't it? Yeah, being shared by two mothers who like each other. Now, that's bliss.​