An ongoing tale of family bonding. All persons mentioned in this missive were aged eighteen years or more at the time of the events depicted. All persons and events depicted in this story are most likely to be fictional so any resemblance to persons living or dead is just one of those strange quirks of the universe.
This story is a follow on to a previously published one, 'The loving family'.
To recap.
It all started as a bit of a dare one early summer Sunday afternoon.
My mother, Sally Ward, is without a doubt drop dead gorgeous. It took a long time before I actually realised it though. All of my buddies were well ahead of me in that respect and kept on telling me so. During the course of our bonding sessions at our house a comment was made regarding my mother's appearance and how my buddies would like to see more of her, literally. I mentioned this to her and, somewhat unexpectedly she rose to the challenge and went along with the idea of providing more of an eyeful to the group of lecherous young men. One thing led to another, and I eventually ended up fucking her. Fucking her very regularly actually. I also ended up fucking my sister, Alice.
I still do fuck them both though Alice has moved away to live with her boyfriend who was one of the original lecherous perverts.
Sally's older sister, my auntie Margaret (Mags) and her fraternal twin sons, Eric and Jules visited us for a Sunday lunch some months after my first carnal encounter with my mother. They live on the other side of the country, so visits are very occasional, mainly for important anniversaries and feasts. We cousins get on pretty well together, but the sisters can be a bit prickly towards each other on occasions.
The boys are older than me and are a right randy pair who spent the whole of the time leching after their aunt. Can't blame them for that, they are healthy lads after all, and I do the same. Sally accepted this male attention as her due and only to be expected. As a result, she played to the gallery more than a little. I cranked up the heat by making sure that the cousins understood that their lovely, single, auntie was getting serviced regularly and that their favourite cousin was doing said servicing. A virtually imperceptible wiggle of her almost perfect butt in response to my gentle pat left them in no doubt, as was evidenced by the increasing bulges in the front of their jeans.
When she left the room, I was flooded with questions, mainly wanting confirmation and how I had achieved this miraculous state of affairs. I gave them an outline of the story. I did mischievously imply that I assumed they were slipping their mother the odd length. This was met with shocked derision.
Mags is a little older than her sister and not quite such a stunner. Still a very acceptable MILF that I will certainly do my best to slip inside of at some point, if only to get the full set. She was also, at that time, without a steady partner, her husband, the boy's father, had passed away a few years before as the result of a severe viral infection. She, like her sister, has very fine facial features that are a direct result of their Scandinavian ancestry. Her hair, unlike her sister, is very dark, thick and naturally curly. She is well built in an athletic sort of way. Firm full but not overly prominent breasts are an evident feature. She has full rounded hips and well contoured legs, the result of regular swimming, tennis and a penchant for full marathons. Quite fuckable.
I did point out that to my cousins that they had a mother who was extremely fuckable and was currently without a steady partner to cater for her needs. They eventually and reluctantly admitted that they both often spent the early part of the night in bed thinking about her. As I pointed out, that was a damn good start, they just needed to get to grips with her, so to speak.
"Ok Paul, so how do we do it then?" Jules asked a little sheepishly.
"Well, there are just the three of you in that big old house most of the time and the place is pretty isolated, isn't it?"
"Yes, what do you suggest then? Locking her in the cellar until she gives in?"
"Well if that floats your boat I suppose..... No, realistically just adopt the 'Softly, softly catch monkey' approach. Stay physically close to her, touch her often but in a not obviously sexual way. You know, arm around her shoulders, a friendly hug. That kind of thing. Just don't be too forward or obvious. Make approving comments about how good she looks. Do you guys use the hot tub together?"
"Not really. Mum does most days though."
"Well, there you are then. Start using it more often, even if she's not in it. Won't seem so obvious when she is there. Ideal place for some good old fashioned leching, if nothing else. Build on that and see what happens."
What else could I tell them? Gave them something to think about I suppose but I rather doubted they would do anything about it until they convinced themselves that they could.
Had a chat with mum about it in bed after they had gone home. It turns out that Mags had spotted something was going on but thought that there was a new guy on the scene. Sally eventually half confessed and Mags put the rest together and freaked. To say that she was shocked is putting it mildly and the comments made to Sally were not very sisterly. Sally, not one to take that lightly, reminded her sister in no uncertain terms that she shared a house with two very physically fit and horny males who might well give her something that she obviously needed. Mags freaked again but Sally reckoned that a seed may have been sprouted in her self-righteous sister's mind.
What Sally did not mention was that her parting words to her sister were, "well, just treat it like another of your family traditions" before storming out leaving Mags totally dumbstruck.
Anyway, we had a giggle and thought no more about it. We continued to resolve the tension brought on by a day's abstention.
The cousins call
A few weeks later I had a Zoom call from Eric which rather surprised me. It seemed that I had been very wrong in my estimation of their determination. I recorded the full story as it came out; Sally loved to hear the details about her priggish big sister. A rough outline from the call, in Jule's own words, are as given below as later transcribed by Sally between mouthfuls of my cock.
The journey home from Aunt Sally's was a rather quiet one. Mags, in particular, was very subdued and hardly spoke a word all the way back. The boys were equally silent but for a totally different reason. Both adolescent minds were racing at the possibilities before them. Eric, who was in the front, spent a considerable part of the journey surreptitiously visually exploring his mother. Jules, in the back, had less of a view but he too extended considerable effort in maternal full body appraisal. By the time they reached home both had independently come to the conclusion that their mother was indeed a rather fit MILF as their younger cousin had suggested. That evening they conferred and decided maybe they ought to form a plan on how to get inside their mother's panties. Both lads contemplated the problem at some length after retiring, resulting in an abnormally large number of tissues needing to be disposed of the following morning.
The next couple of days saw Mags receiving an increased level of subtle attention and affection from her two sons. She did notice something was different at first but soon adapted, finding that it helped to bring her out of the brown study that she'd been in since visiting her sister. It was difficult for her to decide what upset her the most; the fact that Sally was screwing her son or that Sally had confronted her with her own sexual abstinence and the implication that she should make use of her own sons to provide relief. Her sister's parting remark buried itself a lot deeper.
She was now subconsciously looking at her twin boys in an increasingly different light. She noticed, probably for the first time, that they were indeed two rather good-looking hunky and physically fit guys. They both seemed to be paying quite a bit of attention to her, in a way that caused a little dampness to appear in her crotch. She felt their eyes following her, appraising her body as she moved around the house. This fed back and reenforced her self-esteem considerably. She began to feel more relaxed with them, wore slightly more revealing clothes, and subconsciously at first, showed herself off to her admirers. This was appreciated by her two sons who by now were getting regular erections that needed to be dealt with. Mags didn't fail to notice the bulges in jeans coupled with a recent increase in the use of tissues in the household. It didn't take her long to make the connection.
One warm Friday evening Mags wandered out to the hot tub at her usual time to find it occupied by her boys. She was wearing one of her less revealing one-piece swimsuits that didn't give too much away. It soon became pretty obvious to her that she was well and truly being blatantly checked out by two randy lads. A little shocked at first, she soon began to feel warm in the pussy area. She'd not been looked at in that way for some time and she rather liked the feeling. Her nipples began to harden in response, drawing further attention of two pairs of eyes. She slipped into the warm water and almost immediately found herself with a son on each side, both taking an obvious interest in her increasingly aroused state. She was not sure how to handle this but the developing effect of the single, but large, glass of red she'd before coming out was making her a little bit more mellow.
