He'd tried to put her out of his mind. He knew it was wrong, he'd always known it was wrong, she was his aunt for heavens sake, but for as long as he could remember he had wanted her.
Uncle Mike and Aunt Jean had always been a big part of Jack's life from as far back as he could think; before his mother had died the he could remember the four of them hanging out all the time. But it wasn't until Jack hit puberty that he had started looking at his aunt in a new light. Although he mixed with girls of his own age, Jack started to think about Jean more and more. She was quite a bit younger than her husband and, Jack knew, had always been a bit of a party girl. A brunette, she was slender without looking too thin and sported a nice pair of tits that rarely seemed to be fettered by a bra. Jack could watch her for ages; the long firm nipples atop her breasts poking fiercely against the thin blouses that she habitually wore and her long, shapely legs encased in black nylon stockings ensured that he maintained an almost constant erection when in her presence.
As Jack matured he became concerned when these feelings for Jean continued. He had assumed that he would grow out of the fixation that he felt for her, but she always seemed to be around and Jack soon realised that, far from abating, the attraction to his aunt was actually becoming more acute. He seemed to think about her constantly and he was left with stained bed sheets on more than one occasion as fantasized about fucking her and masturbated quietly in the privacy of his own room. His mind would fill with visions of his temptress, but as his penis swelled and he climaxed thickly he would quickly be overtaken by feelings of guilt and worry that the object of his desires for so long was actually related to him.
But as he now stood before his father, Mike and Jean, his whole mind-set was about to change.
Jack was returning late that evening and he had expected the house to be empty. His head was a little fuzzy with alcohol and it took him a few seconds to line the key up in the door and gain entry. At first, the sounds from the lounge confused him; surely everyone would have gone to bed by now, he thought.
Hanging his coat up and removing his shoes quietly, Jack gathered himself together and moved towards the lounge. His fingers froze on the door handle as he heard his aunt's voice from within. It was not the fact that it was Jean's voice that made him take notice, it was what she was saying - or rather moaning - that gave Jack an immediate erection. Maybe it was the beer or maybe it was just some deep seated voyeuristic tendency that made jack open the door, but a second later he was standing in the doorway and looking directly at a his semi-clad aunt sitting between Jack's naked father and her husband, Mike.
"What the....but you can't....For God's sake....I don't believe...."
Jack fought to form a coherent sentence as the three revellers immediately stopped what they were doing and stared straight at him.
"Jesus, Dad! That's Uncle Mike and aunt Jean!" he continued, "what the hell are you doing!"
"Actually Jack, that's not strictly true!"
Jack looked straight at Jean. Her voice was controlled as she spoke; placid and authoritative.
"What are you talking about!" Jack blurted. His mind was turning somersaults as he realised that Jean was clad only in black stockings and heels; her breasts were exposed and Jack could see the lips of her pussy; puffy and swollen.
"It's not exactly true that we are your uncle and aunt," she continued, "the fact is, we are not related at all. I thought you knew that!"
"But you've always been my aunt and uncle! What do you mean?"
"We just told you that when you were young, Jack. The truth is that your father and mother and Mike and I were close friends...er...VERY close friends...and when your poor mother died, well, it just seemed natural that the three of us should...you know... continue!"
Jack was having a few problems coping with Jean's revelation.
"You mean that you are not my aunt? We are not related at all?"
"I thought you realised, Jack...the way you look at me, I thought...oh, Jack....you must have been going through hell!"
His mind in turmoil, Jack flopped into a chair silently. With all the thoughts that were rushing through his mind it suddenly dawned on him that his feelings for this woman were not as strange or perverted as he had always thought they were. They weren't related...she was just another woman....everything was okay!
"I guess that must make you feel a little better, Jack!" Jean continued, "Well, I know how I feel, I'm still horny! I hope you don't mind if we continue where we left off!"
Jack's eyes bulged wide as he watched Jean slowly spread her stocking clad legs and allowed her husband to return his fingers to her pussy.
"You see, I've always been a bit of a slut, Jack! .....mmmm that feels nice, Mike, don't you dare stop!.....Mike's very good, but I need more than one man to satisfy me. It's always been the same!"
Jack was beginning to sort things out in his head now as he watched his father and Mike grope Jean. He recalled the times that he had imagined what this woman's body would look like; how she would act during sex, maybe even what she would wear. And now it was all being revealed; her smooth, pert breasts with their jutting, angry nipples, her long, long legs, her trimmed, moist pussy. Jack thought that his hard-on would last for ever as he feasted his eyes.
Jean's moan of lust suddenly brought Jack back to reality. Her head lolled back, her eyes closed tightly and her legs opened wider as the climax rocked her body.
"Damn! That was a good cum!" she said finally. "Get your cock's out, boys! I need to get a taste!"
As Mike and Jack's father, Ed stripped off their clothes, Jean looked back at Jack. Her eyes immediately fell to the growing bulge in his pants.
"I guess I've always known that you had a thing for me, jack." she said in a rasping whisper. "Don't worry, honey, your time will come very soon. VERY soon!"
Mike Hawkins smiled as he pushed his hard tool towards his wife's mouth. Jean was a complete slut; he'd always known it. He and his best friend, Ed Matthews had fucked her together and separately on many occasions before, but the novelty never seemed to wear off. He looked across at his friend as they both vied for Jean's oral attention and grinned, he knew that tonight would be special; with the unexpected arrival of Ed's son, Jack, Jean now had another friend to play with, and, if he wasn't much mistaken, the little slut was already trying to seduce him!
"Mmmm, that's right, suck on it, baby!" Mike moaned as he began to thrust his cock in and out of his wife's hot mouth. She was a wonderful cock-sucker!
