Family Incestuous Affairs, Ch. 01
Incestuous sex with my 42-year-old aunt, Christine, and my 45-year-old mother, Darlene.
It was my birthday. I was 21 years old. I was a man.
Glad that I wasn't driving, my friends took me to my first strip club and drove me home early, around 10:00 pm, after they spent all of their money tucking dollar bills in strippers' G strings. I walked in my front door standing up straight, too straight, while pretending that I wasn't drunk. My mother, Darlene, standing by the front door, and her sister, Christine, sitting in the kitchen, were there to welcome me home.
My aunt is there nearly every night with her sister. Since both of their divorces, they hang out with one another. They're close, really close. Her sister is there nearly every night having coffee, smoking, and talking to all hours of the night. They talk about everything and laugh over nothing.
"You're home early," said my mother looking at her watch. "I figured with today your birthday; you'd be out all hours of the night. I figured you'd be drunk," she said with a laugh.
I smiled while hoping not to stumble when I climbed the stairs.
"Thank you again for the birthday gifts that you gave me, earlier," I said turning to look at my mother.
Something that I wasn't aware doing, until my mother told me that I was doing it, I had a bad habit of staring at my mother's big tits whenever talking to her. I loved big breasted women, the bigger the breasts the better. My mother and my aunt both had big breasts, double D cup breasts. I knew my mother's cup size because I've seen her bras hanging in shower. Her sister's breasts looked identical to my mother's huge breasts.
I didn't dare kiss my mother on the cheek for fear that she'd smell my alcohol breath. Even though I imagined that she knew, I didn't want her to know that I had been drinking. I didn't want her to know that I was drunk. Instead of staring at my mother's enormous breasts, I stared down at the floor.
It was a hot summer night. She was wearing her nightgown without wearing a robe. In the winter, she wears her long, flannel nightgown with a robe. Now that she was wearing this short, low-cut, sheer, and sexy nightgown, when she stood in the light, I could see her as if she was naked. While waiting for my mother to look away, I was hoping to see what I could see of my mother's naked breasts and her naked pussy.
"Happy birthday, Danny," said my aunt from the kitchen and interrupting my thoughts of hoping to see my mother's nearly naked body through her nightgown.
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Then, something so unexpected happened. My aunt ran to me from the kitchen. Something she's never done before, she threw her arms around my neck, pressed her big breasts against my chest, and her pelvis against my pelvis, and kissed me on the lips. My aunt kissed me. She kissed me on the lips. The first time kissing me on the lips, I couldn't believe my aunt kissed me on the lips.
Then, my aunt further surprised me as much as she sexually excited me by parting my lips with her tongue. As if I was her boyfriend, her lover, or her husband, she gave me a deep, wet kiss. She French kissed me. My MILF of an aunt French kissed me.
Something that I automatically did, not even having to think about it, I returned her long, wet kiss with my French kiss. Daring myself to do so, I was so tempted to feel her big tits through her blouse and bra and/or to reach around her to squeeze her panty clad ass through her short skirt while kissing her. Only, my mother was there watching us kissing while making a face. Oddly enough, she looked as if she was jealous that her sister kissed me in that sexual way and not her.
"Christine," said my mother pulling her away from me by her arm. "Danny is your nephew and not some man you met in a bar," said my mother with a laugh. "You shouldn't kiss him in that romantic sort of way. What's wrong with you? That's incestuous."
With my aunt's body angled to block my mother's view, before my aunt stepped back, she slowly slid her hand down my chest, down my stomach, and stopped to feel my throbbing prick through my jeans. She fingered the head of my cock to sexually tease me. Then, she squeezed my growing erection through my jeans as if to see how big I was.
If it wasn't enough that my aunt French kissed me, she felt my stiff dick through my jeans. Having never kissed my aunt on her lips before, she's never felt my penis through my jeans. Then, before turning to face her sister, she quickly took me by my wrist and put my hand on her big breast.
'If it wasn't enough that my aunt French kissed me, she felt my cock through my jeans. Then, if that still wasn't enough, she put my hand on her blouse and bra clad breast. She not only put my hand on her breast, but she put her hand over my hand and squeezed my hand for me to squeeze her big breast. I can't believe that she felt my semi-erect prick and I felt and squeezed my aunt's big tit,' I thought.
I stared at my aunt with as much shock as I stared at her with sexual excitement.
'If it wasn't enough that I was horny over seeing nearly, naked strippers, I'll be masturbating over my aunt French kissing me, feeling my cock through my jeans, and putting my hand on her big breast,' I thought.
"Oh, Darlene. It's his birthday. There's nothing wrong with a birthday kiss from his aunt," said my aunt with a laugh. "He's a man today."
My horny mind was reeling. While imagining touching and feeling my aunt through her clothes and making out with her, I'll be masturbating over my aunt kissing me tonight and tomorrow morning. I'll be masturbating over my aunt feeling my prick and allowing me to feel her tit. I needed to cum. I couldn't wait to go upstairs to masturbate not only over the nearly naked strippers but also over my MILF of an aunt.
"I'm tired," I said. "I'm going to bed."
Better than watching strippers strip themselves topless and nearly naked, I couldn't wait to masturbate over all that just happened between my aunt and I.
# # #
As if I was an elderly man, I held onto the banister, something that I've never done before, as I climbed the stairs. Not wanting my mother to know that I was drunk, I carefully climbed the stairs while trying not to stumble and fall backwards down the stairs. Probably because I was horny after French kissing my aunt, I'm unsure why I did but once in my bedroom, I closed my bedroom door and stripped myself naked before falling back on my bed.
Maybe because I was hot, I didn't even pull the covers over my naked body. I may have stripped myself naked because I thought of masturbating myself over all that happened at the strip club and with my aunt downstairs. If sex with strippers and sex with my MILF of an aunt was a prelude to becoming a man, I'm glad that I'm a man.
With my hand around my naked cock while ready to masturbate over nearly naked strippers and over my aunt French kissing me, her touching my cock, and putting my hand on her blouse and bra clad breast, I fell asleep. Then, abruptly awakening me, I heard my aunt and my mother talking and laughing while coming upstairs. Something they've never done before; they never came upstairs together.