“Let’s all do it together!” my aunt excitedly proposed to me.
I wouldn’t call what followed an ultimatum, but it got to the point in early February (over a year into the sexcapades with my mom, and maybe less than half that with my aunt) where my aunt wanted her to know. It wasn’t even necessarily about alleviating the burden of our carried secret, though I’m sure that played a factor. Maybe she was looking for another spark in the kinkiness of our kingdom.
After all, when you achieve the ultimate sexual high off of accomplishing family fucking, options for equally or better orgasmic conquests tend to get a little slimmer.
In some basic sense of the spectrum, I suppose my aunt was right in meriting that after the unbelievable and unworldly feat of plundering my own mother’s pussy, the next best challenge was nailing hers, and beyond that, getting them both together at the same time would pretty much make me a fucking god among men.
The idea of a mommy and auntie threesome wasn’t a new thought since I had first ventured into these twisted woods last year, but it was surely enough to make me spastically spurt my spunk over my aunt’s abs when she chose to have this conversation mid-coital. Two rules in life: don’t go grocery shopping when you’re hungry, and don’t have your aunt mention throwing your mom into the mix when you’re in the middle of fucking together if you want it to last longer.
I enjoyed my mom and my aunt for different reasons and never favored one above the other, but my aunt was always better at saying things she knew would make my lit firecracker just flat-out explode at the drop of a dime. I think she got a kick out of it. Like once when I was just jackhammering on top of her and she could tell I was close, she was urging me with the sweet dialect of things like, “Yeah? You gonna cum? You ready to give me your big load, baby? Or you waiting for your mom to walk in at the exact moment of your manly moaning to make her know that semen is flowing from your cock deep into her younger sister’s sexy pussy?”
And like a red hot flare bursting with a pop, my traditional heavy “unnggh!” sound of masculine relief would groan and grunt from my core as I poured my waving streams of sex fluid into her wanting wet hole.
But all points aside, my aunt really just wanted it out in the open between us all. I could spend pages and pages spinning you a hot yarn on how this went down in a more original and clever way, but it was merely over a dinner. I’d be lying if I said it wasn’t a tad awkward, but then again, I had been basting my mom and aunt’s turkeys with hot white butter for over a year between them now, so how else could a conversation like this evolve at this juncture?
My aunt and I reiterated the facts that it wasn’t meant to be anything devious or deceitful; that it was something that just happened between us. If “just happened between us” was my aunt’s version of “seeing my mom and I together causing her kinked curiosity to shed her bra and guide my bare hard cock to jam down her throat and between her fun bags until it iced her mountainous caps”, then I guess it was close enough.
My mom was a little flabbergasted. She knew I had been with someone else, as I mentioned before, but she didn’t expect this. She wasn’t quite sure how to handle it because she was still to that day dealing with how to be comfortable with herself and I, despite the innumerous times we had bedded together (or couched together, or floored together, or showered together, or minivanned together… you get the point).
No boundaries were set; no agreements were made. There was just processing. Let’s just say that despite a small part of me hoping it would turn her on, I did not get a piece of anything that night. Or the next day. I respected that. It was three mornings later when she joined me in the shower and sucked me off before we silently held each other for a bit under the streaming hot water when I knew things were positively back on track. And let me tell you, my mom was not the proactive dick sucker of the family. The oral ovation title was prominently held by my more fiery aunt in our time together than by my more traditional, love-making mother, so I knew she had definitely cared when she even went as far as swallowing.
“I just wanted your penis in my mouth and my hands on your butt,” she simply clarified with some kind of self-comforting justification later on.
It was my aunt, again, who made the proposition of all three of us entertaining the possibility of a shared experience together in terms of how I was going to move forward in a sexual relationship between two women (right after she made the joke of “Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays, alternating Saturdays and national holiday double feature sessions?”).
Then it was Valentine’s Day.
And despite my aunt’s thirty-five-year-old status, she was ever the plucky younger sister trekking for victorious validation and wanted to know how we were going to handle the occasion. Mom and I didn’t do anything special to commemorate last year’s ludicrous card-company-created holiday simply because we had only experienced our one clumsy climb into the Catskills of incesting each other up (and wouldn’t partake again for another few weeks), but I did give her a bouquet of roses and some candy with the notion that we would always have each other no matter what. She kept her tight hug on me a little longer and I got a sense of her appreciation by one of her hands finding its way to my rear end and unnaturally sitting on there for longer than expected, but we all know what eventually would come anyway (here’s a hint in case you missed it–me, inside her, many times across the next ten months).
Without reluctance or much thought, my mom was actually very receptive of my aunt’s idea of making Pound Town a triangular radius of square dickage and pussage between us. Maybe she thought it would keep us closer as a family trio, or perhaps since everything was now laid out on the table, would keep things more controlled. I assured them both I didn’t prefer one over the other, and I certainly didn’t adhere to stop between either of them, so I remained positive to this “open relationship” attempt.
Still, my aunt wasn’t content on us all just simply bumping uglies in a triple family lovefest. Maybe if we accomplished a trial run beforehand, we could have avoided her spunky need to be spunked by my vein-throbbed validity as the number one bitch in the family litter.
“Who are you going to pick as your Valentine?” she whined in an eagerly zealous tone. “You have to pick one of us! Just for the day! It’ll be fun!”
My mother wasn’t as upbeat about the idea and it clearly showed. “Maybe V-Day isn’t the best choice for our inaugural experience together,” she suggested.
“I agree. How about we all have a good time and you can both be my Valentines and we leave it at that?” I tossed in. After all, how many other guys on the planet would be swinging dick into both their mom and their aunt on Vagina Day? I figured that alone was a pretty winning situation for me.
“Come on, nobody’s feelings are gonna get hurt!” my aunt continued to contest. “It’s just in good sport.” She turned to my mom. “Unless you’re scared you’re gonna lose.”
“Can you be any more immature about this?” my mom huffed with a roll of her eyes.
“You beat me in pretty much everything else growing up,” my aunt retorted. “You afraid this is the one thing you’re gonna fall short on? You should hear the sound he makes when he’s blowing his shotgun barrel inside me. I bet you it’s hotter than the noises he makes for you.”
My mother rolled her tongue in her cheek. Her sister was definitely trying to stir the hornet’s nest. She gave a moment for thought, smirked, and let a savvy shine of her eyes zero in on my aunt. “I think you might underestimate motherhood. No matter how many times he might run to auntie for a day to play…” she began to say, sending me a quick wink, “…he’ll always come back home to momma.”
I was almost blushing at this point. Holy shit. Were my mom and aunt actually about to fight over me on Valentine’s Day? I expected this kind of playground performance from my aunt, but the fact that my otherwise normally nonchalant mother was butching up to the bullying was kind of getting me turned on.
My aunt confidently strutted over to me and set an extra-friendly hand on my shoulder, letting it glide across my chest. “What do you say, big boy? You wanna shoot your load into mommy’s pussy while you’re looking at her face with puppy dog eyes?” she asked before pulling off her shirt to reveal her magnificently silky breasts. She leaned forward and licked my lips. “Or do you want them rolling into the back of your head because it’s feeling so fucking good to do it in mine?”
I was instantly hard through my shorts. My aunt dipped down and sank her plush lips against mine, sliding and cupping them before pulling away with a satisfying click.
“Why don’t I just get this started?” she proposed to my mom, and before I knew it, my boxers were around my ankles and my attentive tent pole was ready to be flagged.
My aunt’s hand scooped my balls and caressed up my shaft as I let out a breath. She pulled my shirt off, leaving me completely nude as she planted some puckered kisses across my chest and neck. She flicked her eyes into mine, kissed my lips, and then descended to her knees before the couch I was relaxing on. She stroked her tongue up and down my dick, snaking around the sides and making sure my mom witnessed every bit of it.
She suctioned her lips on and let the boner glide into her mouth, and my eyes closed at the feeling of a warm wetness complimented by soft cheek walls and a luscious tongue that mastered as a dancing ballerina. She bobbed her head faster and arched her neck, pushing aside some of her hair.
And after a considerable amount of polishing the scepter, she stood back upright and dropped her own shorts, a pair of those small, tight, sporty boy shorts girls love to flaunt, so her golden bare ass was in my mother’s view. She took a step or two to position herself above me–that stance a woman makes when you know she’s willingly preparing her godly body frame to take a stiffened cock–and arched her right leg exceedingly up as she climbed onto my lap.
She wanted my mom to know exactly what she was about to do.
Slowly and gracefully, she sank down and let me slide directly up into her, holding my shoulders for support as she wheezed a pleasurable acceptance. She gave a final, set-and-ready exhale when I had achieved full lock-in connection, and then began her grinding and grooving.
My aunt peered over her shoulder back at my mom, narrowing her eyes. “Look at that. Your son’s cock is inside your sister’s pussy. Right there. See it? See me grinding on him? I do it just like this all the time. He busts a nut so good into me this way.”
My mother silently stood up and walked over to the side of the couch, laying a hand on my arm. “You were always the slut of the family,” she stated with a smirk.
My aunt smiled and tilted her head back, closing her eyes with a real euphoric “Mmm, jealous.”
My mom’s fingers crawled their way under my jawbone and guided my head back so she could drop her head down and greet me with an upside-down kiss. I gave a soft moan and looked back at my aunt, who was sleekly gliding on top of me, triumphantly running a hand back through her hair. She once told me that the best way you could tell a woman was feeling fucking fantastic during sex was when she ran a hand through her hair.
Mom unbuttoned her wispy blouse and let it float like a ghost to the floor. She removed her bra, unleashing her tits before slinking out of her jeans and panties. She flatly rubbed her palm up and down my chest from behind as I looked down and watched my rock hard rod going into my aunt’s shaved glory hole. My mom dipped her head down and met my lips with hers, then circled behind my aunt to cup her hands around her breasts from behind, squeezing and trying to shape them like clay.
“Fuck yes,” I unbelievably groaned under my breath at the view.
My aunt’s hands comfortably covered on top of my mom’s as she gave a purr and craned her head back to rest against the bigger bosom behind her. My mom’s lips soared down like a kamikaze plane and bombed my aunt’s, pushing and melting, and then I saw two tongues twisting and dancing around each other, licking and lapping.
My mom veered away, and a thin veil of saliva barely stretched between them before she lightly began to guide my aunt to a slowing stop, where she insistently nudged her away. “A hot body might be a hot way to work his dick, but sometimes it requires a little more loving pressure,” she stated. She wasted no time mounting herself on my lap in place of her, reaching down to guide my penis into the Amazon of her woodsy bush as I felt her slightly increased weight sink down on me. “Some motherly cushion for the pushin’.”
“Ohhhhh, fuck!” I blurted, rolling my head back against the couch.
Her motions were smooth. Soft. Comforting. Her bigger tits were directly in front of my face. I kissed them and nuzzled my nose into the cleavage. Her chest smelled so natural and fantastic. So raw and womanly. Inhaling her bodily scents charged my libido with a shivering intensity that made me buck up into her with a bit more animalistic enthusiasm.
My aunt ran another hand back through her hair and watched with a hungering eagerness, lovingly rubbing a hand up and down my mother’s bare back. “Holy shit, that looks so fucking good,” she commentated. She peeked her head around the side of the nude goddess that was my mother to look at me. “Goddamn, does that feel good on your dick?”
“Yeah,” was all I could simply muster.
“Yeah? Fuck. I may need to pack a pound or two on to keep up with the competition, then. Your mom looks so fucking hot on top of you like that.”
I moaned. My mom began to bounce and forcefully ride, pounding against me. It was evident she was putting in more of a concerted effort with her performance to outdo my aunt’s slower, belly dancing technique. “Fuck,” my aunt said, sitting on the couch beside us. She reached out and groped my mom’s breasts. “Fuck, look at these beautiful breasts. Goddamn, I’ve always wanted your fucking boob size.” Her lips ravenously plunged at the nipples.
My mom huffed out of breath, bouncing and smacking against me as she brushed her bangs from her eyes, planting her hands against my chest. “You like that honey?” she sweetly asked.
“Yessss,” I moaned.
“See what a mother’s charm can do?” she asked my aunt as she slowed to a sharp halt, evenly grinding now to catch her breath. “All I have to do is face him… sit on him like this… just let his manhood comfortably keep sliding further up into me… press my boobs against his chest, let him hug his arms around me… kiss his forehead… kiss his cheek… nuzzle his nose with mine… and tell him everything is going to be okay because I’m here. Momma bear is here to protect you, sweet boy. Just love into me. Relax and let me cover you and protect that penis. Let your cum stream into me like a smooth river.”
“Ugggggghhh!” I moaned harder than ever as my eyes rolled. I was losing it.
My aunt tapped my mom’s shoulder and gently pulled her off. “All right, damn it–this maternal power is kicking my ass here. No fair,” she barked as my mother willingly conceded. My aunt laid back on the couch and waved her hands for me to come over. “Come on and fuck these titties, sweetie. Get on me and let loose like an animal and dick these boobs down. Fucking cock these tits up, baby!”
I wasted no time crawling over and excitedly shoving my dick between her boobs, which were pressed and squeezed together by her hands.
“Ohhh, that’s right. Yesss! Oh god, look at how sexy those fucking balls are. Doesn’t he have the sexiest balls?” she asked my mom.
My mom’s response was a simple “Mmm” as she reached under from behind and played with my dangling balls, making me moan in ecstasy.
“Oh, sis, did I just feel your hand touch one of my boobs? How dirty! How dirty of you,” my aunt excitedly said with a smile. “See? You don’t need bigger tits to make a dick feel good.”
My aunt leaned her upper body over so she could suck one of my mother’s nipples, then tugged my hardwood up to her face so she could begin consuming my cock.
“Put those sexy hairy balls in my face, baby. Put ’em right in my face!” she begged. I rubbed and dragged my balls against her face and nose. “Ohhhh,” my…