Paul stood at the railing as the USS George Washington pulled into port. He'd been at sea for nearly a year now. A throng of people had gathered on the docks, he could almost feel their excitement from here. And though he was happy to finally be home again, he was coming home with more than a little trepidation and concern.
Paul had received a letter from his mother a month earlier. His Aunt Sybil whom he dearly loved had for whatever reason left her husband, his Uncle Jack. Paul knew they hadn't been getting along for quite some time now, not at all surprised when he received the news. And he wasn't too surprised when his mother had informed him that his Aunt would be moving in with her either. He had lost his own father several years previous in an accident, so having the company was something Paul was certainly happy about for her. It had been tough on his mother ever since trying to maintain the home they lived in on her own without any additional help. Paul had even suggested she get out, date...meet someone and perhaps even marry again. All she did was laugh whenever he brought the subject up.
"I don't need or want another man in my life just now," she'd told him. "I'm perfectly happy just the way things are!"
Paul had actually gotten bold enough to get personal with her. They had always been close, so any sexual subject wasn't exactly foreign to him, but discussing his mother's sex-life was still somewhat awkward. "Mother? You're still young, don't you ever have needs and desires to be with a man again?" She had laughed boisterously at that one.
"What makes you think I haven't?" she challenged back. "I didn't say I haven't slept with anyone, I just said I wasn't ready to get married again is all."
And with that, Paul had let the subject drop.
No, it wasn't his Aunt that concerned him by her moving in with his mother. For that he was actually quite pleased. He was actually looking forward to spending some time with her, especially as he was now due to rotate into shore duty here in San Diego where his family lived. No, it was his cousin Casey that troubled him. And though he hadn't seen her for at least six years now, they never had gotten along very well together, at least not in his mind. As far as Casey was concerned, they'd gotten along great, fabulously great! His mother had even teased him early on during their childhood that she was sweet on him and that if it hadn't been for the fact they were actually cousins. She'd never finished the thought or comment though, something else he was glad she hadn't done. Paul had tried dealing with his cousins antics, he truly had. But she seemed to enjoy torturing him in one way or another, and had always done so for as far back as he could remember. He had hoped that now since she was no longer a silly teenager that whatever infatuation she once had for him would have dissolved by now. Meeting her at the docks had proved to him otherwise.
Casey had of course moved in with his mother too since she was currently unemployed though actively looking for work. She had taken a part-time job for personal expenses, but it wasn't the kind of job you actually made a career out of unless you were actually content to wait on tables the rest of your life. So, for the time being at least, the four of them would be living under the same roof together. And that is what truly bothered him.
Paul had never considered himself to be good looking. But even he had to admit he looked pretty decent in his dress-blues uniform. Medium height and build, though he'd exercised regularly aboard ship, he certainly wasn't muscle bound. Though his hair was kept short, it was dark offsetting his almost cobalt blue eyes. Likewise his skin was a natural light coppery color, part of his Indian heritage along with his high cheekbones.
Coming down the ladder, he spotted all three of them standing together waving at him madly. Paul smiled waving back, then gritted his teeth as he approached, first giving his mother a warm loving embrace before turning to do the same with his Aunt, and finally his cousin. He had to avert his eyes from her when he did. As always, and as he'd half anticipated, Casey just being Casey was enough to intimidate him. She stood wearing a pair of very short, cut-off Levi's that showed more of her ass than not. But even worse was the fact she was also wearing an old cut-off tee shirt (one of his he realized) that barely covered the lower portions of her obviously braless breasts.
At fifteen years of age Casey had been more of a woman then than most girls her age. Now, at twenty-one, she was even more so.
Her dark brown hair was long now, well past her shoulders. She looked even more the Indian than he as he glanced towards her briefly, Casey suddenly embracing him much the same way both his mother and Aunt had, with one tiny exception. She kissed him fully as though welcoming home a lover, a husband rather than simply the cousin that he was. As she kissed him, taking him off guard momentarily, he felt the fullness of her soft breasts pressing against the material of his Navy jumper. He broke the kiss, or chances were they'd still be standing there kissing. Even then she hugged him closely to her once again, and he felt the quick nip of her mouth against his earlobe, then her whisper, "Welcome home sexy."
Paul felt his face turning color, grateful that his mother once again embraced him allowing him a moment to compose himself, though he also cursed as he felt his unwanted arousal twitch inside the too tight fitting Navy bell bottoms he was wearing.
"What say we go home so you can fix this old Salt a real home cooked meal?" he stated anxiously, wanting to go home now before Casey could say or do anything more to intimidate him.
Unfortunately, that wasn't to be the case, for no sooner had they gotten into the car, did Casey make it known to him her old games of "tease you silly" were just getting started.
With his mother driving and his aunt sitting up the in front seat with her, he'd of course gotten in back along with Casey. And though she hugged one door and he the other, the way she leaned against it at an angle facing slightly towards him made it impossible for him not to notice.
Now, as she leaned against the door, he could just see the soft underside of her bare breast, and worse, the hard press of her taut nipples against the tightly stretched material of "his" tee shirt! He thought once again to himself. He glanced up at her face realizing he'd been staring at her. She was smiling, knowingly, and then winked.
"Shit!" he said to himself. "Shit, shit, shit!"
He was grateful at least that the trip home was less than a half-hours drive. That, and his aunt kept periodically looking into the backseat chatting with him, or chances were that Casey would have done a hell of a lot more to torture him than she'd been doing already. Once, she had made some pretense of shifting and in doing so, managed to completely lift the bottom of her already too short shirt, giving him a quick, but full glimpse of her right breast. Paul felt his unwanted erection stiffen, once again glad they were almost home now so he could change into something a bit more comfortable as well as far more restraining.
"By the way Paul," his mother began. "You'll be excited to know we have a hot-tub now!" He glanced up catching his mother's eyes in the rear-view mirror as she spoke. She smiled.
"Oh, great!" he responded at the same time he felt Casey's bare foot suddenly travel up his leg towards his crotch. He took the moment to lean forward towards the front seat. "What made you decide to do that?" he asked.
"Actually, it was my idea," Sybil explained, Cynn didn't want to at first but I talked her into it."
Sybil had always called his mother Cynn, short for Cynthia, her given name, drawing out the last two n's making it sound like 'Sin' whenever she called her that.
"It's the best stress relief you could ever possibly imagine!" his aunt added.
"I'll bet," Paul thought just as Casey spoke adding her two cents.
"Yeah, I love using it," she piped up saying. "It releases all kinds of stress and tension...which I'm sure you'll enjoy having taken care of as well," she stated with a not so subtle hint at what she had really meant by that. Paul had finally had enough of this cat and mouse game Casey was playing with him. He waited until his aunt and mother had gotten into a brief discussion on what they were going to do about dinner that evening, then he turned towards Casey and in hushed tones spoke.
"You and I need to talk later," he actually whispered, hoping that was enough to stave off any further response from her. In a way it was, but in another, she responded just exactly the way he feared that she might. She grinned mischievously so, once again winking, and this time purposely slid her hand down the front of Levi shorts. Paul turned his head away from her, unable to watch any more. His erection already throbbing bad enough as it was.
His mother had kept his room for him of course, though he'd been home on leave enough times to put most of his childhood things away, turning it into more of a man's room, rather than a boys.
"We had to turn your father's den into another bedroom," she informed him as she stood just inside the door watching as he began digging out a pair of Levi shorts for himself, along with a sleeveless tee shirt. He was anxious to undress and hang up his Uniform. "Now it's Casey's bedroom," she added as though knowing Paul wouldn't be all that happy hearing it. It meant that her room shared the connecting bathroom between the two.
"Figured as much," came his simple response. "So where's Aunt Syb sleeping?"
"With me," his mother answered. "No reason not too, it's a huge bed certainly too big just for me. And your aunt had no intention of kicking you out of your own room just to end up sleeping on the couch. Anyway, we're headed off to the grocery store to pick up some stuff for dinner, I'm making your favorite...lasagna!" she exclaimed hoping it would please him. It did. But he was frowning inside. Unless Casey decided to go with them, it would mean that the two of them would be home alone together.
"Why don't you and your cousin go and try out the hot tub?" she suggested.
"Fucking great mother, why don't you just lock me up in a room naked with her?" he thought silently. "Maybe later," he answered instead. "I just want to lie down and rest for a little while before dinner."
With that, his mother nodded her head stepping out, closing his door. Automatically he glanced over to the connecting door into the bathroom, walked over the few steps and locked it. Satisfied, he returned to his bed where he lay, the sounds of his mother and aunt soon after leaving for the store. It wasn't more than a couple of minutes after that he heard the knock on his bedroom door.
"Paul? Want to go out and tub?" she asked him.
"Not right now, maybe later," he lied hoping she would take the hint and go away. He didn't hear her leave however, nor did she say anything else for a moment either.
"Paul?"
"Yeah?"
"Why do you hate me?"
"Fuck!" he thought to himself. "Casey? I don't hate you! I don't know wherever you got an idea like that in the first place, I'm just tired and don't feel like going out to hot-tub right now, that's all!"
"You know this has nothing to do with that," she shot back. "Please Paul, can I come in?"
He thought for a brief moment. "Door's open," he told her, hearing the turn of the knob as she turned it, stepping into the room. She was naked.
"Casey? Just what the hell are you doing anyway?" he asked point blank. And so she answered him in the same way.
"You know as well as I do, that I have always had the hots for you Paul, ever since we were kids. I've never tried to hide that, not from you anyway. And seeing you today, all sexy in that uniform of yours, well...it just made me realize how much I still did, and how much I really do want you."
Hearing the words, hearing her honestly admit her feelings towards him still shocked him, still took him by surprise. "But Casey! We're cousins! You know that our being together isn't possible!"
"Married? No. But I'm not asking for that Paul. All I'm asking is to be with you once in a while...that's all!"
"That's all? Holly fucking shit Casey! That's a whole lot of ALL!" he emphasized
As though she hadn't heard a word he was saying, she crossed the room towards his bed where he quickly sat up in preparation for standing...running if he had too.
"Well? Do you like? I've changed a lot don't you think since the last time you saw me?"
He'd only seen her totally and completely naked once before, and that was quite by accident, but she'd seen him looking, his mouth open in obvious approval of her even way back then.
"It's been over six years," he reminded her. "You were just a young teenage girl back then."
"And now?" she smiled cupping her breasts. "Now...I'm a woman, a woman that wants and desires you Paul, and I'm not afraid to admit it to you either."
He sat dumbfounded. Looking at her, for in truth she was truly beautiful. Her breasts alluring, perfectly shaped, nipples...hard, wanting. The thinnest of strips between her legs acting like a beacon for his tongue to deflower her there. He had after all been at sea for nearly a year now. And though there had been women on board the ship, anyone caught fooling around was severely disciplined, if not outright court-martialed and discharged from the service.
"You really have changed," he admitted in the softest voice possible. "And you really are beautiful."
She came to him then on the bed, and he let her. He let her, as her hands fumbled briefly with his zipper. He let her as she reached inside his now opened pants drawing him out. And he let her, groaning pleasurably, succumbing to her totally and completely as she wrapped her lips lovingly, tenderly around his prick.
It had been too long since he'd last even been with a woman. He had certainly danced with his hand often enough, but had forgotten what pleasure truly was as Casey licked, sucked, always stroking, always caressing his more than aroused cock. The explosion when it came was sudden, quick and slightly embarrassing. He'd not meant it to be so, if anything, far from it. He had even warned her off, pleading with her to let up, to allow him to explore her, but she'd refused. She had taken him to the edge and beyond. Pushing him off, forcing him against his own will to give to her his pleasures. And he did. Casey continued to suck him, pumping his prick in an effort to milk every last drop of his spending. He felt the tumultuous explosion as his orgasm ripped through him. Watched, amazed, surprised, even bewildered as she looked up into his eyes, still sucking, still swallowing, somehow smiling, somehow letting him know as she did that what they had now shared together was ok. And more importantly, that it always would be.
For the next week Paul and Casey made love every chance they got. Waiting until he was sure his mother and aunt had gone to sleep, slipping into Casey's room, or more often, she into his. And though the physical pleasures between them were beyond any he had ever known with anyone, his conscience continued to bother him. No matter how much he cared for Casey, she still after all was his cousin!
Unfortunately at the end of the week, Casey had begun to work the later night shift at the cocktail bar she worked at, meaning that she wouldn't be getting home for the next week until after two in the morning.
Restless, Paul found he couldn't sleep, tossing and turning until he realized it was useless. He glanced at the clock on his nightstand, it was only 11:30. Casey wouldn't be home for several hours yet. And though rare for her, she had been too exhausted last night to make love, so they had actually slept in their own rooms since his arrival. He wondered if the same would happen again tonight, and found himself hoping that it wouldn't, as he'd become very aroused, not wanting to pleasure himself in the event she was interested!
Paul climbed out of bed, naked, he tossed on a bathrobe heading downstairs to see if he could find and fix himself a late night snack. Moments later he had his face buried inside the refrigerator, the only source of lighting in the kitchen area as he stood ransacking through the food with his eyes. There was plenty to eat, his mother and aunt had seen to that. And though as hungry as he was, and though it was probably more restlessness than hunger, nothing sounded good.
Paul spotted the freshly baked pie his mother had made for him. One of his favorites filled with fresh cut strawberries and heaping amounts of whipping cream. He laughed to himself, then outwardly laughing, remembering the movie 'American Pie', especially as Paul stood in front of the cold fridge with a raging hard-on. Interestingly enough, the cool air merely served to intensify his need and desire rather than calm it. If anything, Paul grew even more aroused, just as his prick grew even harder. He was in a 'mood' as he often termed it. Horny, frustrated, and in a 'mood'. It was a dangerous combination. He grinned. Slipping the pie off the shelf.
"No, I wouldn't do that," he thought silently though he'd considered it briefly. He could just hear the questions the following day. "What happened to my pie?" his mother would ask. "Certainly you didn't eat that entire thing all by yourself!" Paul again laughed to himself, considering his answer. "No mother, I decided to fuck it instead, after which of course I had to throw it away as I'd added a little of my own whipped cream to the recipe."
Paul scooped a generous helping of the whipping cream from off the top of the pie he was now holding. It felt cool...sensual on his fingers. He applied the cream to his prick coating it completely, spinning to place the pie down on the kitchen counter before he dropped it, and looked directly into the face of his aunt.
"Well, I see you're enjoying your mother's pie," she said almost casually with a curiously weird smile on her face as she spoke.
Balancing the pie in one hand, his cock in the other, Paul didn't know which one to let go of first, so he let go of both simultaneously. As the pie wasn't yet close enough to land on the counter, it instead tumbled landing with a resounding 'splat' upside down on the floor. But even that didn't register for a moment, as he stood there more embarrassed and ashamed than he'd ever been before in his entire life. Especially with his robe fully open, his hard firm erection bathed in copious amounts of whipping cream, pointing directly towards his aunt.
"Looks like we've made a BIG mess haven't we?" she stated as she began to approach him. Paul looked towards the floor, the pie now ruined, face down with strawberries and whipping cream having exploded in all directions upon the floor.
He looked back up towards her, his feet frozen in place, his mind racing with some justification, some tangible reason for what he'd been doing that she would or even could accept. There wasn't one.
Which is also when he noticed that her robe was open, and that she was just as naked as he was beneath it.
"Perhaps we should clean up this mess before your mother sees it," he heard her suggesting, but it was in some ways like hearing her voice through a fog, a fog he felt himself standing in unable to move, speak or even acknowledge his existence.
Until she knelt before him.
He expected to see her pickup the remains of what had once been his mother's pie. Instead, he felt his aunt's lips suddenly wrapping themselves around his turgid swollen prick. The softness of her mouth as she engulfed him, the sweet-tasting whipping cream disappearing as she looked lustily up, into his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing let alone feeling, and simply moaned.
"Fuck!" he added as she slowly mouthed him again, taking him even deeper this time.
Now Paul reached for, finding the counter, which he had missed the first time, steadying himself. His knees weakened, his heart racing, still confused, bewildered if even more so now as his lovely beautiful aunt continued sucking his prick for all she was worth.
Words simply failed him. He could think of nothing to say, nothing that would make sense of any of this. And the pleasure was simply too sweet, too intense to even try to explain, or certainly ignore or pretend wasn't happening.
"Oh fuck Syb!" he cried out, though automatically lowering his voice to whispered tones in fear of actually waking his mother. She was grinning, smiling at him, looking up towards him as she continued to hungrily lap at his cock, swiping away any and all traces of the whipping cream from his prick until she had polished it clean.
"Come for me honey," she now urged in the sexiest voice he had ever heard her use. "Give me some of your own whipping cream," she told him once again devouring his cock fully, deep-throating his prick until he felt her lips actually kiss the base of his prick with his penis still fully and deeply inside her mouth.
The explosion caught him off guard. His toes curled causing him to lose his balance even further. He grabbed the back of her head for support as she sucked his prick, his cock exploding now in what seemed like one continuous spurt of his joy-juice which his aunt swallowed effortlessly, somehow able to breathe through it all, or perhaps even holding her breath as she drained him.
At last, spent, she stood smiling wiping the last trace of his cream from the corner of her mouth. "Well, that's one mess at least that's taken care of. But I'll let you see to the other one," she said turning with a naughty laugh. Then disappeared back into the darkness of the living room.
Paul glanced up towards the kitchen clock. It was two minutes to midnight. For a moment, he half expected to wake up from this fairy-tale. At midnight the pie would be sitting on top of the counter rather than face down on the floor between his feet. He still wasn't sure that what had happened, had in fact happened. It seemed surreal, "Aunt Syb!" he exclaimed to himself. "Aunt Syb just gave me a blowjob!"
Paul hurriedly finished cleaning up the rest of the mess he had made, then made his way into the living room. There he stood for a moment allowing his eyes to adjust to the complete and total darkness before making his way over to the stairs leading up to his room. As he did, he heard voices coming from down the hallway from his mother's room. Against all logic, Paul found himself tip-toeing down the hall. In all the years he had lived there his mother never once closed the door to her bedroom. And like it had always been, it wasn't closed now either. He stood off to one side without looking in. He could hear them clearly.
"And then what happened?" he heard his mother ask with a slight giggle in her tone of voice.
"Well, I helped him clean up the mess of course!" Sybil giggled back.
Paul couldn't bare to listen further, spinning as quietly as he possibly could heading back down the hall to the stairs where he took them two at a time, though as silent as a nervous deer in the forest. Reaching his bedroom, Paul tossed his robe halfway across the room, climbing into bed. And there he lay eyes wide open staring into the blackness. The image of his aunt's nude form kneeling before him, the sensation of her lips upon him. He tried. He tried very hard to somehow block that image and sensation out of his mind. But he couldn't. It had simply been..."too fucking nice!"
Paul dozed. It was the simple click of the light switch coming on in the connecting bathroom that woke him from his not too sound sleep. He could hear the patter of feet as Casey entered, grinning inwardly at the sound as she urinated. He glanced over at the clock on his nightstand. It was twenty minutes after two. Moments later she turned off the light. He heard the sound of her door gently closing. Obviously she was too tired once again. Which in a way relieved him, though in another left him feeling frustrated still. Surprisingly, Paul had slept half in and half out of dream and reality. The image of his aunt still very fresh in his mind, his prick already stiffening at the mere thought of their almost too brief encounter.
Paul lay back within his pillow allowing his eyes to close once again, willing himself back to sleep.
He smiled, and then moaned. The image of his aunt once again rousing him from sleep. The feel of her delicate lips sucking him, his cock hard, throbbing in delight and eager anticipation. Yet the dream changed, became different. He felt her smooth wet silk-feeling pussy as it slowly lowered over his shaft. The hot wet moisture of her cunt now surrounding him. Paul opened his eyes.
The room was pitch-black, but there was no mistaking it. He was fucking, or rather being fucked. He knew almost immediately that Casey had come into his room after all. Perhaps after a little sleep, or restlessness just as he'd been experiencing, she'd decided to come into his room. Paul thrust his prick back into her letting her know he was indeed awake now, grabbing the flesh of her ass as he did. And knew in an instant, it wasn't Casey who was riding his cock!
He started to speak, then thought better of it. With Casey in the next room any real noise would very likely awaken her. If she were to come into his room and discover him fucking his aunt (or rather being fucked by his aunt) he reconsidered, he wasn't sure how she'd respond or take to that. Thinking once again with his dick rather than with reasoning, Paul knew that he would have to at some point speak to Sybil about all this. But not now, certainly not at this moment anyway as he slid deeply, pleasurably into her hot juicy quim.
Paul reached for, grabbing his aunt's breasts. Her nipples were amazingly hard, and obviously far larger, thicker than her daughters were. He toyed with them hearing a whispered breathlessness escape from her lips, though almost too quiet to have even heard. "She too is being careful," he thought to himself, obviously as much aware of Casey's presence in the next room as he was.
Their coupling was slow, sensual and methodical rather than hard fast and frenzied. But the tantalizingly slow pace was perfect for the intensity and eroticism to be complete. He couldn't believe the tightness of his aunt's cunt as it claimed him over and over again. Though slippery with her essence, she seemed to suck him upwards with her as she torturously raised her ass, effectively using her pussy lips to kiss every square inch of his prick as she rose. Then lowering, just as slowly, just as sweetly until he felt not only the heat of her, but also the softness of her fur as it brushed the base of his cock, tickling and caressing him there.
And all the while he lay beneath, cupping her breasts, ever so gently toying with her nipples, twisting, pulling, and rolling them between his thumb and forefingers. Paul periodically sat up when he could, mouthing her tits, which she fed to him more easily by leaning over, allowing her large breasts to dangle within easy reach of his face. As she did this, he felt her reaching behind, one hand gently fondling his balls, sometimes his shaft as she hovered there with just the tip of his prick still trapped inside. The caress of her fingers as she walked them down the length of his shaft back to his balls, then suddenly thrusting herself downwards once again. Once again the caress of her pussy fur, now soaked as together their skin began to make erotic liquid sounds in their coupling. Paul could hear the soft "squish, squish, squish," of his aunt's cunt as she continued to slowly fuck him, sometimes impaling him fully where she would just grind against him, the hard edge of her pubic bone literally digging in to the base of his prick as she floated in a sea of ecstasy that threatened to soon swamp the boat they were both sailing in.
She seemed to know, seemed to sense when his orgasm approached, somehow triggering her own. How she managed it, Paul didn't know, but his aunt muffled her cry of release, whimpered cry of pleasure as she came. But she could not, and certainly did not muffle the wet liquid explosion that came from her cunt as she bathed him in her fluids, just as he erupted, bathing the inside of her with his. He felt the joyous spurting of his prick deep inside that hot juicy passage, felt the constrictions of his aunt's cunt as it gripped him, seizing him like a fist, milking each and every ejaculation from him in perfect harmony with each convulsion of her ongoing near continuous hard-felt orgasm.
He collapsed, felt his aunt somehow extricating herself from him, then the silent patter of feet across the floor towards the door. He heard it closing softly in the night and fell to sleep almost immediately.
It was Saturday. For as long as Paul could remember, his mother baked fresh bread on Saturdays, and today was no exception. The tantalizing aroma of it waking him far sooner than the alarm. Locating his bathrobe that he'd tossed carelessly, a sudden instantaneous reminder of last night. At some point he knew he was going to have to speak with his aunt, now that he had a clear head at least and could do so, seeking answers to his question 'why' when somehow managing to speak to her alone. Paul also slipped on a pair of briefs as added security from any unwanted sudden erections arising from his not too distant memory of his aunt and her magnificent breasts he'd kissed and sucked them while fucking her.
"Damn it Paul!" he said chastising himself. Then slipped on a second pair of briefs over the first.
He made his way downstairs into the kitchen. Quickly scouring the area where the pie had landed. He was relieved to see no tell-tail signs of any spillage he might have missed. Though he expected and certainly had already prepared himself to answer the question, "What happened to my pie?"
His aunt was already seated at the table enjoying a cup of coffee when he entered. She was of course wearing the same robe he had seen her, or not seen her fully in last night. This time, it was securely closed however, though just a hint of her well-rounded breasts peeked off from one side of the low plunging 'V' as she sat.
"Good morning Paul!" Sybil spoke as he entered the room more fully.
"Morning honey!" His mother added as she set an empty cup down in front of him as he pulled a chair away and a cross from his aunt, sitting down.
"Good morning," he said simply as his mother poured him coffee.
"I take it sleeping beauty's still in bed?" His aunt asked.
"Must be," he answered sipping the hot coffee. "She must have gotten home really late, I never even heard her come in," he emphasized speaking directly at his aunt, his intention in doing so letting her know he was curious as to what the hell had happened last night.
She however giving no outward sign whatsoever that much of anything had happened upon his making that comment. Moments later, that changed slightly however as Paul's mother placed a bowl of freshly cleaned and cut strawberries along with a small pitcher of cream in the middle of the table. Sybil immediately speared one with her fork sucking it into her mouth where she proceeded to hold it there, sucking it like a miniature cock while he sat dumbfounded, watching her do so. Fortunately, his mother's back was turned to all this as she began cutting the freshly baked bread she'd just barely pulled from the oven.
Minutes later, Casey finally entered the kitchen. "Morning everyone!" she announced happily heading immediately over towards the refrigerator, opening it.
"Good morning honey," Paul's mother spoke first just as Paul finally managed to get a good healthy sip of the steaming hot coffee.
"Hey! What the hell happened to all the pie?"
Paul felt the burning in his throat, then up through his nose where it sprayed painfully causing him to choke. He sputtered shaking his head, coffee now dribbling down his mouth, chin onto the table.
"Fuck!" he allowed bellowing as the scalding hot coffee seared his nostrils.
"What?" Casey questioned amongst the sudden eruption of laughter coming from both his aunt as well as his mother.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry Paul!" Sybil said reaching him, already dabbing at him with a paper towel as the tears rolled down her face. Behind, his mother likewise fighting to control herself as she carried over a loaf of the freshly sliced bread.
"Are you ok honey?" she asked, her face bright red with the certainty of thought.
"Damn! She knows! She really knows!" Paul cursed silently to himself, even more embarrassed now that he was just in wondering if she did.
"Did I miss something?" Casey pressed coming over to the table sitting down and accepting a piece of the sliced bread as Cynthia offered it to her.
"Not really. Paul just had a little bit of an accident last night is all," Sybil explained. "He accidentally dropped the pie on the floor while looking for something to snack on. I sort of startled him when I entered the kitchen looking for something to snack on myself," she said grinning, then winking at him.
Paul was glad he wasn't sipping his coffee at the moment. His nose hurt bad enough as it was. Setting aside his coffee, he dished up a spoonful of strawberries into a bowl. He was still glaring at his aunt as he spoke. "Please pass the creamer," he asked politely though fixing her with a 'look' as he did.
"Sure honey, just make sure you leave enough cream for everyone else to enjoy," she stated handing it to him.
Paul felt his face warm even more than it had, tossing a quick sideward glance towards Casey who sat next to him with a bemused expression on her face.
"Ok, there's a hell of a lot more going on here than anyone's telling me," she said with finality crossing her arms, folding them over her breasts. "And someone's going to tell me what it is!"
Paul was saved by the proverbial bell when the phone rang suddenly. It was for Casey, asking her if she could come into work, as there had been a call-in for someone claiming to be sick. Relieved, Paul hurriedly finished his breakfast then stood.
"I'm going out to mow the lawn," he announced to his mother. "Then later, I think I'll head into town and see a movie," he told no one in particular.
He arrived home just in time for dinner, spending it with his mother and aunt. He was grateful that there was no further mention of missing pie, or any spilled cream. The only odd comment coming from his aunt when she told him that Casey had called to say she wouldn't be getting home nearly as late as she thought she would be, and that if Paul was asleep, she'd come in and wake him up.
Hearing this, he expected some kind of curious questioning from his aunt, but none came. And just as she'd said she would, she did. Paul woke from another restless slumber to the warm soothing suck of his cock as Casey gently roused him from sleep. They soon after made love as wildly and as passionately as they ever had, leaving them both breathless, as well as hungry.
"I'm going to grab myself a snack," he announced a short time later.
"Good, you're gonna need your energy for round two!" she sat grinning at him. "Grab me something too while you're at it!" she added a second later.
"What would you like?" he asked.
"Oh, I dunno...maybe some strawberries and cream? Since there obviously isn't any pie," she said with an evil wicked look on her face.
Paul turned without answering, though the thought quickly passed through his mind. "What does she know? Or suspect?" he wondered as he made his way carefully down the darkened steps towards the living room.
Reaching the bottom of the landing, Paul was again forced to stop momentarily allowing his eyes to readjust to the even greater darkness of the room before continuing. As he stood there, he again heard sounds coming from down the hallway. With her door obviously open, Paul would have at least heard a few words, even softly spoken ones. But what he heard intrigued him. Curiously, he once again tiptoed towards his mothers bedroom, the sound of someone moaning pleasurably as he approached.
As Paul rounded the hallway corner, he noticed that a soft light illuminated through the door. He knew then he'd have no trouble peering into the room in order to see just exactly what, was going on. He thought at first that one or the other of them was possibly dreaming, but with the light on, that thought became even more curious as he quietly slipped up next to the door. Paul was obviously familiar with the layout of his mother's room. He knew that the bed was facing sideways towards the door, thus the likelihood of anyone spotting him easing his head around the doorframe as highly remote. They'd actually have to be facing in that direction to see him. Holding his breath he eased his head around the corner of the frame and nearly gasped when he did.
Stunned, Paul stood, his brain momentarily unable to fully accept the image that was now, and would forever be indelibly burned within his minds eye.
He saw his mother and aunt enthusiastically engaged in what he knew to be a very familiar '69' with one another. His aunt lay on the bottom, his mother on top, both of their heads busily engaged as they licked and sucked one another's cunts. The moans he'd heard emanating from both now as he realized, standing there off to the side of the door watching, listening as his mother and aunt continued to thoroughly enjoy one another.
So engrossed, surprised, stunned at what he was seeing, he had not heard, nor known of Casey's presence until she had come up from behind him, the press of her bare breasts against his back, her hand already wrapping around his now stiff and swollen cock. He could do nothing! He could neither move, nor make any kind of questioning sound as surely he would be heard or seen doing so. Trapped as he'd never before been, he could only stand there in shocked wonder as his cousin stood behind him masturbating his cock, while his aunt and mother lay sucking and licking one another's pussies.
An even bigger revelation occurred to him when Paul realized that Casey didn't appear to be at all shocked or surprised by what the two of them were now witnessing. Especially as she suddenly stood more fully inside the doorway, seemingly unafraid of being discovered as she continued to stand there stroking Paul's cock, now fingering herself as they continued to watch, and...moaning her pleasure uninhibitedly.
Paul saw his mother finally aware that they had company as she lifted her head from between her sister's legs. There was a brief momentary look of surprise on her face, then acceptance.
"Syb?" she spoke. "Seems as though we have company." Only then did she back off and away from Paul's aunt, now sitting up on the bed facing towards him. There was no attempt to cover her nudity either, nor was there on his aunts part as she slipped her legs off the side of the bed sitting beside her sister, one hand sliding over however, between her legs where she sat softly petting her even as Paul and Casey now entered the room.
"Would someone like to tell me what the hell's going on around here?" Paul asked.
Casey spoke up first. "I told you that you should have told Paul sooner than later," she stated. "I knew it was only a matter of time before he found out."
Paul watched in amazement as Casey crossed the room wedging herself now between both his mother and aunt, now sitting there along side, the three of them facing him. Casey reached over slipping her hands between both of their legs and began fingering them as his mother finally spoke.
"Yes Paul, it is time you knew everything," his mother began softly. "Ever since Syb and I were kids, we've come to one another in times of stress, or when one or the other of us had had a particularly bad day. We've always been close, closer than most sisters obviously."
"Obviously," Paul interrupted, and then stood silent.
"Anyway, we knew one day that you would no doubt find out. Neither of us wanted to hide this from you, nor from Casey."
"I told Casey about us years ago," his aunt interjected. "And to be honest with you Paul, Casey became the obvious choice to seduce you so that the initial shock of what we were doing wouldn't seem quite as harsh if you think about it."
Now it was Paul's turn to feel a little guilty, he'd been doing no differently than any of them, enjoying it just as much, including both the blowjob as well as the incredible fuck he'd enjoyed with his aunt.
"Just tell me you don't hate me...us," his mother amended looking towards her sister. "Because we all love you Paul, very, very much. And none of us wants this to affect our relationship. If it troubles you, we've already agreed to refrain from being together any more during your stay here," she added worriedly.
Paul was in no position to judge anyone. And to be honest about it, even he had to admit that Casey, his aunt, and to some extent now his mother, had unleashed something within him that had surpassed any ecstasy, any pleasure he had ever known or experienced before with anyone. So by way of an answer, he simply smiled, then walked over to where Casey was sitting and kissed her, next he leaned over kissing his aunt, laughing as both she and Casey reached out grabbing a hold of his cock, holding it as he stood there. Finally, he managed to hobble over to his mother, kissing her as well. But it wasn't one of their (or rather his) motherly chaste kisses. He kissed her fully and completely, all but taking her breath away.
"My, my!" she exclaimed a moment later as Paul stepped back.
"Paul? There's something we've all talked about, and wanted to do ever since we heard you were finally coming home," Casey told him.
"Yeah? What?" Paul stood grinning, enjoying the now teasing fondling of his dick by both his aunt as well as cousin.
"Why don't you come up and lay down here on the bed, and we'll show you?"
Paul quickly did so, curious, then pleasantly surprised as all three women, including his mother, spread out and away from him like spokes on a wheel. In seconds, they were each licking, stroking and taking turns sucking his shaft as he lay there in total awe at the myriad of differing sensations he was feeling.
"Oh yeah...you guys have unleashed the monster in me!" he said grinning. "Especially after last night!" he added with a wickedly naughty laugh.
"What about last night?" Both Casey as well as Sybil asked him simultaneously.
"You know...after you and I fucked," he said looking towards his aunt.
"Honey, if you and I had fucked yet, I'd know it...and so would you!" she said in all honesty.
"Well if it wasn't you...then who..." "Surprise!" His mother said sheepishly. "Welcome home honey!"
