Incest/Taboo The Mom Memories

"Now I'm going to push the tension down your back to your center. Let it flow, don't resist."

Wendy didn't respond. She could have been sleeping except for her breathing which signaled how much she was enjoying the massage. I started pressing down on her shoulders with flat palms, squeezing toward her waist. I kept this up for several minutes until I was brushing along her sides, over the bulging swells of her squashed breasts, down her waist and along the outside of her hips under her robe, her bare hips. For the first time, I realized that my sister wasn't even wearing panties. My cock strained against my gaunchies under my robe. Moving onto the center of her back, I pushed into the hollow and up the rise to her buttocks, stretching my fingers a couple of inches under the robe again.

I leaned back because my robe had loosened and was threatening to drag on her back. As I started to cinch it tight, I changed my mind and instead removed it completely. Since her eyes had remained closed, I thought, what the hell.

I whispered, "This is the hardest part. I'm going to pull the tension up from your legs. Keep your eyes closed. It will help you concentrate."

I set the bowl beside Wendy's hips, dipped my fingers in and dripped oil onto the back of her thighs, repeating until her legs were slippery with oil. Leaning further forward, I grasped each leg just above the knee and pulled toward me, squeezing her flesh between my widely stretched thumbs and fingers. Again and again I stroked, leaning forward and pulling back with my whole body.

On each pull, I pushed the bunched up robe higher. Soon, I was able to push it above the crest of her buttocks and down the slope until it was stretched across the small of her back. My hands were now dragging oil up and over her bottom, pressing her cheeks down as they passed. If my sister was aware that I was running my oily hands all over her slippery ass, she didn't let on or complain.

As I realized what I was getting away with, I became more liberal with my touch, switching from massage to caress. I was no longer kneading and squeezing but stroking, pulling her cheeks apart to reveal what her secret crease had been hiding, enjoying the meaty resistance of her flesh. Applying yet more oil, I dipped my fingers between her legs and dragged them through her cheeks, right over that dark little spot my mother enjoyed so much.

Wendy pulled away on that first stroke but didn't otherwise object. On the next stroke, her butt lifted the tiniest amount toward my advancing fingers, increasing their access and allowing them to remain in contact for the briefest extension. It was a telling sign and a few strokes later I allowed them to pause for a little circle before continuing on their way. Like mother, like daughter. I don't know if my sister knew it or would admit it but her asshole definitely liked being touched. Soon I was circling on every stroke, oiling her rim, even venturing brief dips, tiny probes into what I now hoped the future held.

And then I had my accident. I stretched down to grasp her calves at the bottom of her muscles, intending to launch a long, sensuous pull all the way up her legs before trying a more obvious poke into her hole. But I had to lean forward so far that my gaunchies contacted Wendy's face, pressing into her cheek as her head lay to one side. I froze, my body rigid, my swollen gaunchies pressing at the side of my sister's mouth. I pulled my hips up, still clutching her lower legs just above her ankles. She didn't move.

Slowly, I pulled up her legs to her ass but didn't try the probe. Instead, I stretched down to grasp her lower legs again. Pausing, I lowered my hips until my bulging gaunchies pressed into her cheek again. No reaction. This time, as I pulled my hands up I tried to keep my gaunchees pressed against my sister's face. Since no objection was raised, on the next few strokes I tried to keep my gaunchies pressed on her face with mixed success.

I lowered myself to rest on my elbows so I could more easily brush my gaunchies against Wendy's cheek. My cock had hardened so much it was straining the confines of my underwear and the tip was trying to escape through the gap on the left side. I dipped my right hand into the bowl and began to stroke between Wendy's cheeks but this time, after circling her little hole, I stayed there.

I circled and circled, slowly increasing the pressure, pushing in until suddenly, my finger inserted until my fingernail was covered. Without pushing further I wiggled my finger in a little circle. I was fingering my sister's ass! Unbelievable.

My cock grew enough to escape through the gap between my leg and my gaunchies. I looked down at my knees stretched wide apart over my sister's head and the white bulge of my underwear almost touching her face, the head of my cock sticking out the side. Fascinated, I lowered myself slowly down, down until the head of my cock grazed my sister's face and then down a little more to put to dent her cheek. Amazingly, after a few seconds Wendy's head turned slightly, up, toward me. The corner of her mouth dragged across my throbbing cock and past, leaving me poised in front of her open cavity. She waited. With great trepidation, unsure if this was an invitation, I lowered the head of my cock into my married sister's open mouth. Her lips closed over me.

I groaned. She moaned. I pushed my finger deeper, deeper, deeper, until it was all the way in and began wiggling it around, then pulled it in a out. I looked back to watch my cock struggling to get further into my beautiful sister's mouth. Her hand moved, fingers slipping into the gaunchie gap, pulling and freeing my cock, letting more of it slip into her. My gorgeous sister tilted her head and pulled, filling her mouth with my cock. I pushed, and pushed and pushed.

A minute later, on the verge of coming, I pulled out.

Scrambling around, I kneeled behind her, pushed my gauncies down to my knees, dipped my hand in the bowl and cupped a liberal amount of oil all over my cock which seemed ready to explode. Wasting no time, I pushed down and lined it up with the nickel sized hole and struggled to push it in.

Oh, god, the moans. You wouldn't believe the way she moaned. As soon as I started shoving it in. She loved it. I thought my mother liked getting fucked in the ass but my sister was made for it. I knew on the third stroke, when I was able to get fully inside her, that my sister would never deny me, that I would have a woman's ass for the rest of my life.

I leaned over her head and grabbed her wrists, resting my face in the crook of her shoulder.

"I love you," I whispered.

"I know," she whispered back.

I slipped my hands back to tilt her head up, gently stoking her throat.

"I love you," I repeated.

"Then show me," she said hoarsely

I did my level best.

When I finished and we were gasping for breath, we noticed Mom sitting on the couch. We hadn't seen her come in. I was was surprised at Wendy's muted reaction.

"The kids are sleeping," Mom said. Wendy nodded.

"Do you feel better?" Mom asked. Wendy nodded again.

"Let's go upstairs to my bed. I need him now."

Mom and I went at it while Wendy had a shower. She joined us just as I rolled off Mom.

"You have to get up and to go your own bed before the kids get up," Mom warned.

Wendy nodded, looking at my long, flaccid cock lolling around on my stomach.

Seeing where her daughter was looking, Mom laughed and said, "Don't worry. Knowing him, you'll wake up with it in you before dawn."

I did wake before dawn. My cock was embedded in a warm, wet mouth. My sister's mouth. She finished what she'd started the night before and kept sucking long enough to get me to half mast again. Then she quickly kissed me and lay between Mom and I with her face on the mattress, ass in the air.

"Fuck me," was all she said.

As it turned out, Mom took the kids to the fair so my sister and I could fuck our brains out the next afternoon. Wendy left late, and she was back every weekend for the next few months.

We didn't manage to save Wendy's marriage. She didn't have an affair with that guy, or anyone else, but she and Don were divorced within the year. All Wendy's doing. Nobody thought anything of it when she moved back home to stay with her mother.

And brother.
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It looked like Grant's story was done. I was ready for a new story now so I picked up one from a new guy named Gerry that Dad had marked with a yellow sticky note that Dad had drawn a star on. Something he thought was special, I guess.
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It looked like Grant's story was done. I was ready for a new story now so I picked up one from a new guy named Gerry that Dad had marked with a yellow sticky note that Dad had drawn a star on. Something he thought was special, I guess.
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I sent this letter after hearing about your group even though it's about my Aunt Janice. Aunt Janice is my Mom's younger sister by about five years but you can definitely tell they're sisters. Janice has darker hair than my Mom's lighter red, almost blonde color but they're quite similar other than that. Both women are pretty and have slim figures that are well endowed for their frames which makes their waists seem narrower than they really are.

Aunt Janice lived alone with her son. Mervin was slow and men just didn't want to be tied up with him even though she would make some guy really happy, at least that's what I overheard my mom once say to my Dad. Mom went on to say that her sister had given up on men, considering them more trouble than they were worth, and certainly not worth the disruption they caused in her and Mervin's life. So my Aunt and my cousin lived alone in the city.

Mervin was different. He was quite slow, always had been, but he was also very good natured and happy. He was a nice kid to be around but he had some odd behaviors which we tolerated as family but Aunt Janice's men friends couldn't handle it, just Mervin's father who had run off so many years ago.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Mervin's pestering stopped as soon as his show started again and he showed no further interest in his mother's assets. But I did. I couldn't help looking out the corner of my eye at Aunt Janice sitting on the couch between us. Looking at her chest, that is. I tried to be circumspect but I think my aunt was aware of my attention. The two of us sat in uncomfortable silence while Mervin enjoyed his show.

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

I couldn't help but notice, through sneaking peeks as we watched the TV, that Mervin may have been playing a childish game but Aunt Janice had reacted. Her chest was rising and falling more rapidly, possibly due to her displeasure about her son putting us in such an awkward situation, but the two now prominent points poking through her turtleneck suggested another explanation.

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

Aunt Janice turned sheepishly to me. "I'm sorry about that, Gerry. I've tried to make Mervin stop doing this but he doesn't understand. I never should have let him start but he was quite so a last year and it was the only thing that made him smile. I thought he'd tire of it, like everything else, but he hasn't yet."

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

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

"No, Aunt Janice. Mervin shouldn't be uncomfortable in his own home. It's ok with me and I won't say anything to anybody. It isn't their business." The intensity in my voice surprised me.

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

I watched her walk away, for the first time noticing how her hips flared out from her narrow waist and how well the black material of her slacks molded over her still shapely buttocks.

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

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

I was surprised. My aunt clearly appreciated my effort to not disturb their life, at least, not to disrupt Mervin's life, and evidently felt slightly indebted. I lost my shyness in watching Mervin play. Over the next two sets of commercials, I openly watched as he giggled and pushed his mother's breasts around. In between, I even took longer glances at my aunt's breasts, not bothering to hide my looks. Aunt Janice didn't seem to notice but she must have been aware of my gaze.

During the last set of commercials, Mervin got a little carried away. In his excitement, he pushed his mom's breasts around quite roughly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Aunt Janice, I ..."

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

"You'd better call me Janice if you're going to do that," she whispered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Boys and their toys," Aunt Janice sighed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Just before the commercials ended, I turned off the lamp beside me. Aunt Janice kept her eyes on the TV, as she had all along, but Mervin quickly looked and then turned his lamp off too.

"Like the movies," he laughed.

Seconds later, under cover of darkness broken only by the flickering light of the TV, I slipped another button undone. Although I was by no means adept, Aunt Janice watched the TV as if nothing untoward was happening. I slipped my hand inside her shirt and had my way with her tits. I retreated during the next set of commercials but quickly resumed my attack until the show was over, doing up my aunt's buttons to cover my tracks near the end. I was glad the room was dark. My pajamas did little to hide my huge boner.

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

I picked up the remote and displayed the movie listings as Aunt Janice and Mervin started up the stairs. "There's a good movie on," I said. "Do you want to watch it?"

"I'm going to bed," Aunt Janice replied.

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

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

Though momentarily crushed, elation soon returned. What an incredible night. I was sure I could repeat this Sunday night. No need to wait until Mervin's show. In fact, it would be better to avoid his show so I could play with Aunt Janice all on my own. I just needed to get her to stay downstairs after he went to bed.

I was watching the start of the movie and about to touch myself when I heard her coming down the stairs. Was she just getting some tea for bed? Had she forgotten something?

If my boner could have become harder, it would have. I was again glad for the darkness when Aunt Janice sat down on the couch, beside me. Not at the other end now that Mervin wasn't there, but right next to me.

"Is it any good?" she asked.

"Yeah. I think it's a good one," I answered, putting my arm behind her on the couch.

"I don't think I've seen this one," she said, nestling into the couch and even snuggling my way a bit.

I didn't answer. I didn't want to talk. I wanted her to settle in and watch, leaving me to my own interests. She seemed happy to do that and before I ventured to continue our little game, she reached behind her left shoulder and pulled my hand tighter around her neck, expelling a satisfied sigh as her eyes intensified on the screen. I slipped my free hand down to her front and began undoing her buttons, making no attempt to hide my action. I continued right away to the second and then, with a little trepidation, I unfastened the remaining buttons.

I stopped to enjoy the sight of her shirt completely undone, slightly parted all the way down the middle to reveal her skin underneath in the flickering light. She lay there waiting, chest rising and falling smoothly, moving in concert with the smooth oval of her navel riding on her small but almost forty tummy. I slipped my hand inside.

Within five minutes I pushed the pajama lapels back, exposing her breasts in the twilight, nipples stabbing up, reaching for more of the twisting, pulling, rubbing attention that they had experienced more of in the last two hours than in the previous ten years. Her only move in response to my lowered head was to stretch her neck up and to the side so she could keep watching the movie. I sucked her nipple in, a long worshipping suck, squeezing it against the roof of my mouth and then pushing it out with my tongue. Oh, the sweet sound of my aunt's moan, the exciting sense of her acceptance.

I sucked and sucked her tits, right through the commercials. Her eyes closed when the commercials started and didn't open when the movie started again. Eventually, while sucking her nipple deep into my mouth, I let my hand wander down over her tummy, over her deep navel, and onto her flannel pajama bottoms. I followed the dip into her pelvis and then the rise of her pubic mound. Resting my hand there, unable to proceed further because of her tightly closed legs, I let her tit fall from my mouth, leaving only a fine strand of saliva to connect us.

"Open," I whispered.

Her thighs squeezed tighter and her knees rose as her toes pushed her heels up from the floor, tensing the muscles in her legs.

"Open," I gently commanded.

Slowly, she relaxed, her pelvis seeming to spread but her legs didn't open.

I waited, patiently, my hand poised above her closed crotch. I remained silent.

Like creaking doors to an ancient tomb, her thighs gradually parted. I didn't move until they stopped and then slowly, confidently, I pushed my hand over her mound and pressed my fingers into the damp flannel covering her pussy.

Aunt Janice moaned loudly. My mouth closed over her tit and sucked her nipple hard, pulling it deep into my mouth. My hand began to move, following an oval path, tracing her pussy lips, fingers pressing, rubbing. Little by little, I increased my pace, following the same ground, pressing in harder, pushing the wet flannel between her pussy lips, pressing the heel of my hand down hard onto her clit. Soon, I was rubbing her aggressively and she was moving her hips frantically, thrusting against my hand, thighs clenching, moaning loudly.

I dropped her tit from my mouth and tried to kiss her but she was too far gone. I hugged her, pressing my cheek to hers as her arms flew around my shoulders, pulling me tightly to her, incredibly tight. Her legs were now clamped around my hand and my movements were pulling her whole pelvis around. I could feel her fucking her pussy at me, desperately seeking release. Finally, it came, in one long spasm that I thought would break my wrist. Then she fell, limp into the couch, almost like she had passed out.

The movie continued. My breath, and hers, returned to normal. I alternated between listening to her breathing, to the movie, and for any signs from upstairs that would signal we had disturbed Mervin.

Aunt Janice didn't speak. Was she waiting for me to go so we wouldn't have to face each other? Perhaps, but I didn't want to leave. She was so beautiful, laying there, her shirt apart, breasts heaving and nipples still hard, legs open with my hand flopped between, draped over her covered pussy. Aunt Janice kept her eyes closed.

I was still incredibly horny. My cock was super hard, pushing up against my pajamas hard enough to form a circus tent. I looked down at my hand and slowly dragged it up, over her now wet flannel. She pulsed against me as my hand scraped by, still sensitive. My palm reached the bare skin of her tummy, followed by my fingers. I paused there, loving the feel of her warm skin.

Then, abandoning the course I originally intended to pursue, to play with her breasts, I slipped my hand downward again, but this time my fingers dug underneath the flannel pajamas and moved quickly across her increasingly warm skin, over her wet mound and back to its original position, cupping her pussy.

"No," my aunt whispered.

I didn't move.

"No," she repeated.

I twiddled my fingers, just barely.

"Don't," she said, more quietly.

My fingers continued to move, gently, slowly, inserting themselves between her soaked lips. Moving, rocking, side to side and just a little bit up and down.

There was no sound from my aunt.

More quickly now, my fingers loved her pussy, taking command, not afraid of the squishy liquid sounds that rose above the low, approving moans now emanating from Aunt Janice's throat.

There was no objection when my fingers first dug inside, exploring the wet, pink hole within. I pressed my lips down to her mouth. This time, her face reached toward me, her arms encircling my neck to pull me down. Her body arched up in ecstasy as my tongue filled her mouth and my fingers dug further inside her pussy. She went rigid as my hand began moving, my fingers frigging her cunt.

When the kiss ended, she slumped back into the couch, surprising me when her eyes opened, looking up first to my excited face and then down to my equally excited cock poking up beneath my pajamas. My aunt reached across with her left hand, squeezed under the elastic of my pajamas, and took hold of my almost bursting hardon. Her wild eyes returned to my face as her hand began jerking my meat, demanding a response, her small fist closing tightly over my shaft. Quickly, we both increased our pace, panting loudly, gasping for air, somehow matching our strokes. I twisted my torso, slipping my cock between her tits, her hand still yanking as my spurts burst onto her chest, splashing on her neck and the bottom of her jaw. I groaned, only dimly aware that she was moaning too, cumming for a second time.

We kissed, and hugged and nuzzled for awhile. Nothing was said. We just stayed close. After awhile I got up and we both walked upstairs, holding hands, and went to our respective beds.

The next night, after Mervin went to bed, Aunt Janice came downstairs to watch a movie with me again. I had turned the lights off, which Mervin hadn't copied me on this time, and was waiting, my eyes on the TV. I was surprised when she sat down next to me, right beside me again, but wearing a full length robe. What was this?

As Aunt Janice started to watch the movie, I tentatively moved my hand to her robe, a little unsure of myself. But she didn't object as I tugged the belt loose and I almost cried aloud in glee when I parted the robe and found my aunt beautifully naked underneath. The unkempt bush that I had assaulted so long the night before was now neatly trimmed and I couldn't help ignoring her tits and moving directly there to cup her bare pussy in my hand. She laughed, amused by my eagerness, my lack of guile.

"Like that, do you?" she asked huskily, smiling as her hand reached into my pajamas, slipping over my head and down my rigid shaft.

My head lowered to suck her tit into my mouth as my hand rubbed her pussy. In response to her long, sighing moan, I whispered, "Like that, do you?"

After that, we were busy. Her stroking, me stroking, me sucking. After she came, I continued to kiss and suck her nipples, my outstretched hand having never left her pussy. Her hips once again began to react in time to my digging fingers and my own cock reached toward her chest, as if in anticipation of last nights spillage through her tits. Aunt Janice used her free hand to pull my pajamas down over my hips and ass to my thighs. I twisted more toward her, reaching toward her breasts but was surprised when she ducked down and took me into her mouth.

I couldn't help thrusting. In and out. It looked a little uncomfortable for her but I couldn't stop and I was relieved when she adjusted herself to somehow accommodate me better. I pulled back suddenly when I felt I was about to explode, partly because I was afraid to loose a blast right into her mouth and partly because I didn't want this to end yet.

Looking down at my fingers shoved into her pussy, I used my free hand to push her leg up. Aunt Janice pulled her other leg back in a matching movement. I dropped my hand down to manipulate her clit while I continued pushing the other in and out of her, working further and further inside her slippery lips. Soon, I hand several fingers inside her cunt and Aunt Janice had closed her eyes. She was holding her legs back, hands behind her knees, to keep herself spread and open for me.

Looking down, a new idea popped into my head. Kneeling against the couch, I lowered myself until my cock was near but I didn't move until I suddenly pulled my fingers out of her pussy, grabbed my cock and quickly shoved it into her cunt. Her eyes flew open as I pushed into her surprisingly tight channel. She was tight deep inside. When was the last time she'd been fucked?

She didn't say anything to stop me. I was already in, after all, but I knew she hadn't wanted things to go this far. But she didn't say no or don't or anything, or even try to impede my progress. It was just the look on her face.

That changed after I finally got all the way in and started to fuck her. She closed her eyes again and I could tell she really loved it. I sped up and really had at her until I felt like I was about to come. Slowing, I pulled out and twisted her to lay lengthways on the couch, more comfortable for her, then pushed her legs back and tilted her ass up toward me, entered and again really started down on her. Our first incredible fuck. I slowed to a stop several more times before having at he again until eventually I loosed my seed inside her with a huge gasping groan.

After recovering, I gathered her robe about her and pulled on my discarded pajamas, turned off the TV and followed Aunt Janice up the stairs. She seemed to understand when I followed her into her room. She simply closed the latch she used so Mervin couldn't wake her up too early in the morning. When she came out of the bathroom I was laying on my back in the middle of her bed, cock standing straight up. That faint smile played across her lips as she walked calmly toward the end of the bed, climbed on and walked deliberately forward on her knees, straddling me until she was poised above my cock. Her smile widening only sightly, she lowered herself down, slipping like a tight glove over my cock.

I fucked Aunt Janice every night for the next two weeks. She was the most awesome woman I had ever been with in my short sexual career by a long, long shot.

Then my Mom came for an unannounced visit.
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