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Chapter 1: Churned In The Tub
Chapter 2: Churned For A Creampie
Chapter 3: Churned In The Dorm
Chapter 4: Churned on The Beach
*****
I collapsed against Aunt Jenny after my orgasm. She leaned back and let me use her massive tits as pillows. I was exhausted, my mind muddled, every single one of my muscles was completely relaxed. After a few minutes of this, she maneuvered me so I was laying back in her arms and popped a nipple into my mouth. I 'mmm'ed in surprise as a big spurt of milk hit the back of my throat almost immediately. She held me like that for at least ten minutes. I lost count of how much I drank.
By the time she pushed me away her body was shaking and her eyes fluttering. I thrust several fingers into her cock's tight opening and quickly fingered her to an orgasm that made her shriek so loud it hurt my ears. We switched from bathtub to shower and soaped each other up pretty good, the temptation to go at it again was pretty strong, but she told me it'd be best if waited.
Seeing the whole of her naked, standing tall with that cock of hers hanging between her legs made me weak. I've never thought of myself as gay or bi, and I'd never found cock attractive, but the fact that it was attached to my Aunt, as well as not being a "normal" cock, was enough for me to overcome any weirdness I might have felt. She hefted it in both hands, pointing it up so the tip brushed the bottom of her tits. "Wanna see something hot?" She asked, rhetorically.
Aunt Jenny gave a few grunts, then her massive phallus began to shrink- no,
recede
, into her body.
Her huge balls went first. Sliding up into the cleft between her legs with some effort. Then her cock slid back inside her until only the fleshy tip remained. It merged with the surrounding flesh until the gap between Aunt Jenny's legs looked like a normal pussy.
I reached out and slid a few fingers inside it to test, she moaned favorably and put a hand on my quickly stiffening dick.
"We should really wait, Ryan...until your Mom gets home."
"Aaahhh! Tease," I murmured.
"It's going to be so worth it, come on, lets get out and put some clothes on."
We did, reluctantly. Aunt Jenny insisted that I drink several glasses of water and cooked me up a steak while I sat at the kitchen island in shorts and a black wife-beater I used for workouts.
She didn't eat any herself, though she did hydrate along with me, saying that she felt kinda 'bloated' with all of my cum tucked up inside her, demurring any questions that attempted to probe (har, har) the origin of her unique genitalia. (I'd never seen it any of her porn films, after all.)
When we'd dressed she'd just pulled on one of my Mom's robes. It did a terrible job of hiding her ass or concealing her tits. The line of cleavage must have been a foot long. Her nipples were clearly erect.
It didn't take much to distract me. She questioned me about how things were going at college, what I was thinking about studying, new friends, and so on. Eventually we talked about girls and how I was doing. She wanted
gooey
details. I told her about Gail, my first, and how she had promised her ass to me.
She laughed at that, smiling, "You
are
a stud, holy shit. You've got girls promising their assholes to you.
That's so hot!
I'd like to meet her someday. I'd love to fuck her ass, too. After you've broken it in, of course."
"It's a date!"
We both laughed. She looked at the clock, it was close to 4PM.
"Your Mom should be home soon. She went out to get a facial and a massage. I wore her out last night and she needed some 'me time' to recover."
She grinned. "For now, let's keep our little tryst a secret. Tonight, when you hear us start to get loud, sneak in, I'll leave the door unlocked and slightly open. From there we'll figure out a good place for you to join in."
I stood up, walked around the island, and gave her a big hug, leaning in for a kiss which she returned ardently. She grabbed two big handfuls of my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me closer. Her breasts were at the perfect height to rub against my erection and we made out for a few minutes. I rubbed the bulge in my shorts against her udders while her hands massaged my ass.
We snapped out of it when we heard the garage door open and she pushed me away, smirking down at my erection.
"Go take care of that thing, but don't
take care of it
, okay?"
I smirked back at her, "Sure thing," I quickly leaned in for another quick kiss and whispered "Thank you" in her ear, then nipped it.
Aunt Jenny pushed me away, "Stop it! If you don't get out of here right now young man, I'm gonna rape you in front of your mother."
"Promise?" I replied.
"Scoot!"
I scooted.
On my way up the stairs I heard my Mom come into the kitchen and the low murmurs of them talking. They both laughed at something. I imagined their breasts, four massive mounds of jiggling titflesh, shaking as they did so. My cock throbbed.
I went to my room, lost the wife-beater, and proceeded to do some simple body-weight exercises. Anything to get my mind off of sex. It worked. Enough.
My Mom tapped on my (closed) bedroom door and said "Dinner in twenty, Ryan."
"Okay, Mom."
I hopped into the shower a few minutes after that and put on some restrictive boxers, blue jeans, and a plain t-shirt. Any boner I popped during dinner be partially camouflaged at least. Aunt Jenny hadn't changed out of her robe, my Mom had stuffed herself into a pair of ass-hugging jeans and a white blouse for her errands.
UNF
, I thought to myself. They looked so damn good.
While my Mom's back was turned, stirring something on the stove, my Aunt stared at the bulge in my jeans and licked her lips. I stared at the massive heart-shaped ass that belonged to my Mother and licked
my
lips.
When my Mom's body language seemed to communicate that she was moving away from the stove, I slipped over to the table and grabbed a chair. My Aunt smiled at me from across it and leaned forward, giving me a generous view of her cleavage.
Dinner was simple, my Mom had steamed some vegetables and cooked some chicken, I had two generous helpings. Even with all of my Aunt's breast milk plus the steak she cooked me post-coitus, I was famished.
And "simple" was her word, not mine. She's always been a great cook, so even a few (seemingly) plain vegetables mixed with chicken was
damn
good.
The delicate subject of their noisy late-night copulation didn't cross anyone's lips. My Mom mentioned that she didn't hear me come in last night, so it must have been late. I named a time later than I actually arrived, she seemed a tad relieved and...disappointed?
Please let her be disappointed that I didn't hear her cumming last night. Please, please, please...
Both of them asked about school, my Aunt tactfully (for her) asked if I had any steady girlfriends yet. My Mom didn't seem to notice my Aunt Jenny plurify the word 'girlfriends'.
I replied that there was one girl who seemed to like me: Gail.
"Oooo, Gail, I like that name," Jenny purred. "Is she hot?" (As if she was hearing this for the first time.)
"Um, yeah, I'd say she's hot."
"Good for you," she replied, "I bet you're gonna dri—"
"Jen!" my Mom interrupted. "I've known you long enough to know when you're about to say anything inappropriate. Let's not have that kind of talk at the dinner table, not in my house. Please?"
"Darn," my Aunt snapped her fingers, sarcastically, "You got me, sis," she grinned. "I'll corner him after supper and get all the
juicy
details then." She winked at both of us, making us chuckle.
Ah, a joke, I get it!
is how the thought of any normal person might look, a normal person who knew nothing about the unusual sexual depravities taking place within my family. I laughed along with Mother, wondering to myself whether that wink was a threat, or a promise, and if it
was
a "threat," would I prefer that to the promise?
"Are there any details you can tell us about this girl that are," my Mother paused, looking at my Aunt pointedly, "not salacious?"
I felt myself ache watching her lips pronounce the word "sal-a-cious," and thought for a moment.
"Well, she's fit, she's on the swim team, an athletic scholarship, (dose legs,
UNF
) and she's thinking of becoming a gym teacher."
My Mom's face tightened a little at my mention of her fitness, but relaxed when I said the rest.
"She sounds nice. If you two continue to be involved romantically I'll expect you to bring her home so I can feed her," her breasts brushed the edge of the table as she pushed her chair back to stand up.
They jiggled.
She grabbed several dirty dishes to take over to the sink.
Phrasing,
I thought, struggling not to snicker.
My Aunt's expression told me she knew enough of what I was thinking, and that her approval, should I bring home Gail to be 'fed' by Mother, would be enthusiastic bordering on a visit to a Sex Addicts Anonymous.
("Hi. My name is Jenny and I have a sex addiction. I want to drain men of their seed, impregnate their wives, and feed them copious amounts of breastmilk. In bathtubs.")
My Mom missed this exchange and continued speaking.
"It's been a while since I've cooked anything complicated, you know? Usually it's just you, me, and your Aunt. And you two will eat anything I put in front of you. But if you bring home a girlfriend, I'll be forced to do some real cooking," she paused to put the dishes in the sink and turn on the tap.
"I'd love to stuff her—
My Aunt and I looked at each other, our eyebrows attempting simultaneous moonshots upon hearing the word 'stuff' closely followed by 'her'.
"—full of—"
Oh no,
our faces seemed to say to each other. My Mom's back was turned, so we had a small advantage, but still. Any sound louder than the sink's running water would betray us.
"—my pie."
"I love your pie Mom, I love it when you make pie. Your apple pie is great, but your creampie is to die for."
I ejaculated these words louder than I needed in order to cover the sounds of perverted mirth barely being held in by my Aunt Jenny. Upon hearing my mother saying she'd love to stuff Gail's face full of her "pie" she'd snorted, burying her face in her hands to muffle the noise.
I tried to insert a space between 'cream' and 'pie', but judging by the "Mmmpphh, mmmph, mmmph!" noises coming from Aunt Jenny, I failed.
As Mom shut off the water and turned away from the sink I said, "Bless you Aunt Jenny!"
"Thank you!" She squeaked, getting up from the table, " 'scuse me!", and headed towards the bathroom.
"What's got into her?" Asked my oblivious busty sexpot of a Mom.
Phrasing! Boom!
"Allergies?"
"Ah. Did you get enough to eat honey?"
"Oh yeah, Mom, I'm
stuffed
."
***
I helped Mom with dishes and we made smalltalk, my Aunt returned from the bathroom, face red. She gave my ass a squeeze when Mom wasn't looking.
Soon after that all of us retired for the evening. My Mom and Aunt to my Mother's room, and me to mine.
I stripped out of my clothes, with the exception of some soft black boxers, and laid on my bed, stretching. My stomach churned a bit and I sat up, propping myself up with pillows, grabbing an unfinished book from my bedside table.
It was hard to focus on the words in front of me.
