I adore cum and wanted to write a simple story that reflected that. I decided to break it into two parts so I could get it submitted a little faster than I've been getting things up here lately.
All characters are over the age of eighteen, and like most things I write this story takes place in a happy alternate universe where people don't worry about birth control, STD's, or pandemics.
IsabellaEmily
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"He's upstairs," Megan whispered. "He doesn't know you're coming, but he and I did talk about you last night. He thinks you're beautiful."
"Good," Molly smiled. "I'll text you when we're finished. Unless you want to hang around and watch. Kind of like the old days."
Megan had been married to Molly's brother and was well aware of the fact that her deceased husband had fucked his mother on his twenty-first birthday, and afterwards had started a sexual affair that lasted several years with his sister.
They'd stopped fucking when he and Megan got married, but once a year he'd come to her apartment on her birthday and make her cum over and over.
More than once Megan had come along and watched her husband go down on his own sister, and her temptation to move from voyeur to participant was fierce, although she'd never shared that desire with her husband or sister-in-law.
"That would be too weird," Megan whispered, looking over her shoulder into the house with an expression that revealed that she really wanted to stay.
"Maybe another time," Molly grinned.
"Good luck," Megan said. "I guess."
Molly stepped past her sister-in-law into the kitchen, and she closed the door to the garage. In a moment she heard the garage door go up and Megan's car leave.
Molly walked through the kitchen to the living room, where she kicked her shoes off and listened. The house was quiet, with just the faint sound of music coming from an upstairs bedroom.
She grinned as she thought of her nineteen-year-old nephew Mark. He was shy and quiet and had just returned from his first year of college for the Christmas holidays.
His father had died before he graduated high school, and he'd pushed back his first year of college to stay at home with his mother and work, helping her pay the bills until the estate was settled, and get through the first year of her grief.
However he'd spent that year working nights, isolated and alone loading trucks at a warehouse, without any social life. And he'd carried that aura of isolation to college with him, and even though he was excelling academically, his social life was nonexistent.
He had become even more withdrawn and quiet, and was terribly awkward around women his own age, which of course made him even more shy, which made him even more awkward.
At Thanksgiving he'd told his mother that he might drop out of school and go back to the warehouse. When she'd pressed him for a reason, he admitted that he'd never even kissed a girl, let alone had a sexual experience.
She had assured him that those things would come in due time, but he was convinced that nothing in his life could move forward until he'd crossed that threshold.
"Can't you help him?" Molly had asked her sister-in-law over coffee. "Give him that experience so he knows what it's like and that he can do it?"
"I know your family did things like that," Megan said. "I accepted that, and even found it kind of sexy, in a weird way. I know that my husband's first two sexual partners were his own mother and you."
"Well what else are sisters for?" asked Molly with a grin.
"I considered it," Megan said. "But I just can't. I miss Mike so much that I'm not ready for anything physical myself, let alone crossing that line with my own son."
"What if I help him out?" asked Molly. "Do you think he'd be receptive?"
"He's jerked off in enough of my panties over the years that I don't think he's totally put off by older women," Megan said with a smile. "And he has always been close to you."
"When he comes home for Christmas I'll spend some time with him," Molly said. "And if that works maybe after Christmas, I'll help get you sorted out."
Megan had blushed and stared down into her coffee cup, and Molly felt a slight tingle in her belly. She'd always wanted to make her sister in law cum.
That had been a few weeks ago, and now Molly stood in her bare feet in Megan's living room, listening to music come from Mark's upstairs bedroom, and felt that familiar tingle again, this time thinking about her studious and quiet nephew.
It had been a few weeks since she'd been laid, and it had been far too long since she'd indulged in her taste for sex with a relative.
She'd stopped having sex with her brother when he married Megan, but once a year on her birthday he'd visit her apartment and go down on her, tonguing her ass and cunt until she was a screaming, panting, whimpering, and sweaty mess of orgasmic contractions and soaked bedsheets.
Often Megan would accompany him and sit at the foot of the bed watching her husband tongue his own sister, and Molly's orgasms were always extra intense with an audience to their incestuous pleasure sharing.
Now she was about to combine two of her favorite things; taking a young man's virginity and having a member of her own family push his cock up into cunt.
She grinned as she felt the familiar slick feeling of her pussy lips responding to her thoughts. Megan was going out to eat with friends and wouldn't be home for at least six hours. She had time to savor this encounter, but she didn't think she could bring herself to take it slow.
She crossed the living room and went up the stairs, pausing at the top of the stairs.
She knocked softly on Mark's door.
"Yeah?" he answered. "Back already Mom?"
"No," she replied. "It's your Aunt Molly. I wondered if you had a few minutes to talk?"
"Sure," he said. "Come on in."
"Are you sure you want me in your room?" she asked with a smile.
"Of course," he answered.
She undid her coat and draped it over the banister. Underneath she wore nothing but a black choker, a black garter around her left thigh, and a tiny black stud in her right nipple.
She turned the doorknob and pushed the door open, stepping into her nephew's room. He was sitting at his desk, and swiveled his chair as she came in.
"Hey Aunt Moll...what the...what are...whu..." he stuttered, staring at her naked body.
"I want to have an intimate conversation with you," she told him. "And I figured this would be a good way to let you know how serious I am."
She stood still while he stared at her body, and she was pleased to see that he wasn't so shy that his eyes didn't rove up and down as if he was trying to memorize her generous breasts and shapely hips and thighs.
"Why are...what are you doing?" he asked at last.
"Your mother is worried about you," she said. "She's worried that you've put too much importance on having a sexual experience, and you're letting the fact that you haven't had one lead you to consider some silly choices."
"I'm just...I was..." he stuttered.
He was trying to look her in the eyes, but he couldn't keep eye contact because he kept looking down at her body. He was trying so hard not to stare that she couldn't help but grin.
"Have you ever fucked a woman?" she asked him.
He shook his head.
"Had your cock played with? Or sucked? Had your tongue up in an aroused cunt? Made a woman cum?" she asked as he kept shaking his head.
She stepped closer to him and put her hand gently against his cheek.
"Sex is not so important that you should feel like something is the matter with you if you haven't had it," she said gently. "But it's also incredibly fun and fulfilling. I love you more than you can fathom Mark, and I'd be honored to help you experience these things if you'd like to."
"I want to," he said. "And I love you too. I really mean that. And I appreciate this. But I don't think we can."
"If you're worried about your mother walking in on us don't worry," she told him. "She'll be gone all night. And if you're worried about your mother finding out, don't worry about that either."
She leaned over and put her lips against his ear.
"This was her idea," she whispered.
She stood up and turned to walk over to his recliner, giving him a view of her ass as she moved. She turned and sat down, facing him with one leg draped up over the leg of the chair, giving him a view right up between her legs.
"I mean, it's too weird, isn't it?" he whispered. "You're my aunt. Wouldn't it be wrong?"
He was trying to look at anything in the room besides her hairless snatch.
"Two people who love each other making each other feel good isn't wrong," she said. "Is it?"
"I guess not," he stammered.
"I'll tell you what," she said, standing up. "I'm offering this because I want to help you. And because I love you. And because I enjoy sex and I think sharing it with you would be fun. But I want you to think it over."
She turned, and again slowly walked across the room, pausing by the door.
"I'll wait in your mom's room," she said. "If you want to try this, come join me. If you haven't opened her door in about thirty minutes or so I'll take the hint and get dressed and head home. And we'll never speak of this again."
