The news hit Billy like a spray of cold water to his face. Gwen was his great aunt? What did his father have to do with all this if Gwen was his great aunt from his mummy's side, and what on Earth did she mean by
complicated?
"My past is quite checkered," Gwen added,
"but not anymore than
this one
here sucking your cock!"
Gwen playfully smacked wicked Auntie Maggie on the back of her naughty noggin for emphasis whilst Maggie quite shamelessly continued slurping and gobbling away at her nephew. She left the two for but a moment, presently returning with a tray upon which she balanced a large punch jug and three glasses filled with ice. Setting the refreshments upon a low table beside the chaise, Gwen then related to Billy the whole sordid story concerning his mum and his aunty and how how she'd "caught them in the act" one day, (only to take them both up under her mentorship and make them sexual disciples for "all things Sapphic and libertine").
She explained how from that day forward the well-being of those two women had been a primary concern of hers, and how she'd done her best all these years to shield the family from intrigue and scandal. While it was one thing for libertines to have their indulgences, (be it sex, drink, gambling or other), it was another thing entirely for a scandal to get out and destroy reputations. She knew this all too well and she made secrecy and privacy her watchwords with regard to the family.
Billy was dumbstruck by the revelation his mum and auntie had been "active" with one another, (and in a perverse relationship that had been going on again off again since they'd been his age). He couldn't wrap his head around it completely.
Really? His stodgy old mum with her rules and decorum and sensibilities?
True, she DID run a company specializing in lingerie and marital aids, but she was STILL his mum after all, (and all that it implied). What's more...
Gwen had been "supervising" all the hijinks all these years? REALLY?
It was a lot to comprehend.
Seeing there might be a need to dull the shock a bit, Gwennie quickly poured a tall glass of something rather pinkish and handed it to Maggie. The lady of the house took a sip and then returned to her cock-sucking activities upon her nephew, (who now clearly wore a look of chagrin). Gwen then filled a glass for Billy, handing it to him, before then pouring one for herself.
Billy took a swig from his glass absent-mindedly, then a second later made a long wheezing SCREEEEEHHH in his chest; being somewhat unused to such libations. His ears were met with chuckles and snorts from both women, who of course knew better than to simply make all 'down the hatch' with such things. He let-go a great *
COUGH! COUGH! HACK!
* sputtering,
"What exactly is this, Gwennie?"
"Well," she said, taking a sip of her own before continuing, "you might call this
Punch,
but the original name was
Panch
... and the recipe goes back to the days when India was most British indeed. Old recipes for drink are a passion of mine...
well that and a few other things!"
She shot a naughty smirk at Maggie. Auntie Maggie, now engaged with a mouthful of young cock, merely chuckled and shot back a sly wink at her aunt.
"But enough talk of drink William, " Gwen continued, "it seems there is more to this story I've been telling."
Billy glanced down into the beaming eyes of his Auntie, who winked at him mischievously as if
YES INDEED
there was much more for him to hear as she happily choked and glugged upon his member. Gwen explained,
"You see, when I was your age, my older sister caught me doing the very same filthy thing your mum caught your Auntie Maggie doing. Just like your mum n' auntie, my sister Silvia gave me a choice; to 'let her
join in
or she'd tell our parents!' Well I must say, I've never regretted my decision to let my sister teach me such wonderfully shameful fun!"
"Silvia," Billy muttered, "that is the same name as..."
"As your maternal grandmother... yes," Gwen interrupted with a loving squeeze to his scrotum, " she is the very one and same, I can assure you that. Anyhow, for several months we did our 'thing' in the dark of our shared bedroom after lights were off for the night. I absolutely loved it but there was ...SOMETHING MORE I needed, and that something happened to be rampant male cock!"
For a moment, Gwennie plucked Billy's cock from Maggie's gob to give it a few wicked sucks of her own. Good hard sucks they were, her eyes shut and with her mouth pulling hard as if she were attempting to strip a chicken bone. The sudden rush of rude pleasure caused Billy to toss about his head, shuddering as if he'd caught a chill.
Gwen opened her eyes as if recalling something pleasurable from the past; smiling as she released the young man's cock before popping it back over his auntie's ravenous cocksucker. Fueled with vivid recollections of things long ago, she continued with her sordid tale.
"Yes," she sighed happily, "I needed a stiff cock, indeed! I found it one day... well stumbled upon it really. I'd gone out into the shed and discovered my younger brother (who'd just turned eighteen), sitting in the dark with his trousers down - abusing himself vigorously over a magazine."
She saw Billy's eyes looking straight at her in rapt attention, yet he put a hand atop his auntie's head; guiding her noggin like a lewd red-headed toy upon his throbber. He was getting the best of both worlds; a blowjob and ball squeeze from two mature women, (and accompanied by the rudest of rude tales). Gwennie pressed on with her story.
"Well," she said, "at first I merely watched him, fascinated by what I saw. He didn't seem to notice my presence and had not heard me walk up. I then remembered how my sister had caught me and blackmailed me. I became inspired. Do you know what I did?"
Billy shook his head in a dumb nod, his hand bobbing his naughty auntie's noggin up and down like a child's ball in his lap. Gwen giggled at the recollection saying,
"I cleared my throat *AHEM* and my poor brother Reggie nearly died of fright, falling from the stool. Of course he was all protests and denial though I had him dead to rights however, given him the same choice I'd been given -
I could tell our parents or he could let me help him to... finish,
as it were."
Billy was all focus and quiet attention concerning her words. The only noise besides Gwen's story was the slow deliberate
SLURP! SLURP! SLURP!
of Auntie Maggie's fellatio breaking the silence of that rather hot sticky morning.
"Well," Gwennie explained, "so I set about wanking him whilst he and I both looked at his naughty book and all its lurid color photos. In a short time, I was able to make him spout all over my hand and across the floor of the shed. I was quite proud of myself, and what's more I was brimming with illicit excitement of what might be next. It was our "little secret" you see, but it was a decadent gateway to other marvelous activities between myself and my brother Reggie. We found every far-fetched reason to sneak off to that shed. We were like a pair of silly fools; absolutely certain we'd not get caught."
The story was getting better now. Remembering what was to come next Auntie Maggie snorted a little giggle through her nose, (despite having cheeks stuffed with Billy's throbber). She then saw Gwen's quite noticeable irritation and winked at her housekeeper-aunt apologetically, (as if bidding her to continue and that she'd not interrupt the story further).
"Soon," Gwen went on, "he and I moved on from my mere tugging upon him and he putting fingers up my cunny or my bum. I began to have him kiss me between my legs, (just as my sister had shown me). Of course it wasn't long before we both wished for me to suck upon his thing and *giggle* I remember how surprised I was when it squirted in my mouth. I very much enjoyed it, that warm squirt, despite being told by other girls it was such a nasty vile thing to do!"
She saw Billy smile thoughtfully at her comment before hiding his mouth in his punch glass for another sip. She returned that smile saying sweetly to him,
"It was very much an awakening for the both of us, and quite soon it led to us deciding we wanted to put it up inside me,"
She paused but a moment, studying his face. His eyes told her everything she needed know; he was shocked and yet intrigued by the implications of the tale. True he'd his member well encased in his Aunt Maggie's greedily sucking gob, but this young fellow was still quite the novice in the ways of wanton wickedry. She liked it... and she liked that HE liked it as now she noticed him involuntarily rocking his hips against his aunt's fellatio, (all whilst he filled his face with punch and ran his free hand luxuriously through his auntie's auburn locks). Oh yes...he'd do, and he'd be a quick study indeed. She continued.
"So one day when our parents were away in town we stole off to the shed and simply
did it.
I don't know how long we were doing it for, but it simply WAS marvelous! There we were, rutting like two beasts on-heat down on the shed floor; just like all the naughty people doing dirty things in Reggie's filthy book."
She stopped, took a sip from her glass and stared off absentmindedly; as if recalling more things deeply pleasurable to her. Billy saw her nostrils flare a bit right before her eyes met his. She went on with,
