Disclaimer! This story is a work of fiction. All characters are 18 years and above. The story contains sex between aunt and nephew, mom and son. If that is not your cup of tea, please move on.
This is my very first story. All constructive comments are very welcome. All spelling mistakes are mine alone.
I am planning a second part by the way, a following up if you will, where my cousin Frank finds out that I fucked his mom and wants to get even. Yes, you guessed it, he wants to fuck my mom.
"You are coming with us and that is final." my dad said angrily. "Now go and pack up your stuff."
"It is not all that bad honey" my mom said. "Your cousin Frank will be there too. And you might even meet a nice girl." she chuckled. "This time of year the camping is full of them."
"Yeah, whatever." I mumbled and left the room to go and pack.
My name is Ricardo, but everyone called me Ricky. I am an only child and I recently turned 20 years old. I am 1.75 meters long and I have a very athletic body, which was a result of working out 5 days a week. I have blue eyes and dirty blond hair that I wore slicked back and shaved high on the sides, like Arthur Shelby in Peaky Blinders. That haircut was all the rage at the moment. And it looked pretty good on me, as I have been told on more than one occasion from several girls. I had just finished my first year at the University studying Economics and Business. I was looking forward to my summer break.
I went upstairs and entered my room. I was pissed off that I was being dragged along to go and visit my aunt and uncle. My aunt, my father 's sister, and her husband had invited us to go visit them on their usual camping spot to spend a long weekend there and she had rented a small cabin for us. My father was very close with his sister, and they kept in touch regularly. He was very big on family and wanted for us to spend more time together as well, which pissed me off as I felt a bit smothered and wanted to spend more time with my friends, but I still lived at home and I had to live by his rules as he always reminded me.
This weekend I had made plans with John, my best friend. We were going to go out with a couple of girls we had met recently, and then bring the party to my home and see how that would pan out. But now I was going to spend a long boring weekend with my parents and my aunt and her family. I did not have the heart to call John and tell him about the change of plans, so instead I sent him an app. I packed quickly, grabbed my bag and headed downstairs to the living room.
"Are you coming dressed up like that?" I could hear my dad yelling as I entered the living room.
"Why, what is wrong with my dress?" my mom yelled back from the kitchen and a moment later she came in the room holding a glass of wine.
My mom 's name is Beth, and she is 45 years old. She is 1.80 meters tall and had short stylish blond hair. She had very beautiful blue eyes. She had big and soft breasts. Her hips were wide and she had a gorgeous ass. Her legs were long, thick and shapely.
I guess you could say that she was a curvy woman, but her curves were in all the right places. She looked very much like that Danish curvy model, Olivia Jensen, only taller. My father and I teased her quite a lot about it.
She was wearing a very short white dress that was barely covering her bubble butt, showing her smooth silky creamy thick thighs. The dress had a low decollete displaying half of her big boobs that bounced up and down as she walked.
I had never seen her show that much skin before. I gawked at her and I felt my dick starting to stir in my pants. I went quickly to the kitchen and with a swift motion I moved my dick flat upwards my stomach so the hard on would not show. I filled up a glass with water and came back to the living room trying not to stare at my mom 's sexy body. But the way that she was dressed made that very hard. At this time my dick had grown to a full fledged hard on.
To be honest I had been fantasizing over my mom quite often for the past half year. That was something about curvy women that drove me crazy and made me super horny. Strange as it might sound, I did not find thin women very sexy. It all started when a buddy of mine remarked that what a milf my mom was and how he would fuck her in a heart bit no matter if she was his mom or not. At the time I was disgusted by his remark and hit him hard breaking his jaw. But later on when I saw her at home in her short dress and top, I started to get very horny for her body, especially her ass and legs.
What a perv you might say. But really guys, with a mom like that you would be a perv too. Trust me on that.
"Do you see anything wrong with my dress honey?" my mom turned to me, winked and made a slight nod towards my father, as if to say let us piss him off for a bit.
"I do not want to get in the middle." I mumbled and took a sip of water.
"Coward" she mouthed playfully at me. "And you, do not yell. It is very hot today." she turned towards my father. "I am sweating already as it is, but what do you care? Anyways, it is either this, or I am not coming at all."
She picked up her whine glass and drank it all in one gulp and set the glass down with a thud. My father looked disgusted. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but thought better of it. He glanced at me and shrugged. I could see that he was very pissed off at her.
My father 's name was Dan, and he was 50 years old, but he still looked good. His hair was grey which gave him a very distinguished look. He wore it half long and had a stylish grey beard which matched his hair.
He worked as a Director for a High Tech company, and he had met my mom 21 years ago when she had gotten him out of a jam. My mom was and still is a corporate lawyer. From what kind jam she got him out of, was never mentioned. I had asked them numerous times to satisfy my curiosity, but I never got a straight answer. We were what you might call an upper class family.
My parents both had very high salaries, and we live very comfortably in a 2-story villa in an exclusive neighborhood in Amsterdam South, the poshest part of Amsterdam. It had 2 garages, a very big garden front and back where there was a good sized swimming pool.
Something about my father, he was a very jealous guy, and he could get very mean when he thought that someone was making a pass at my mom, or if he thought that my mom was flirting with someone. Several of his jealousy fits had ended in fistfights to my mom 's embarrassment.
"Did you get all your stuff?" he asked me?
I nodded and pointed to my bag on the ground.
"OK, let us go." he said. "You will drive." He took out his car key from his pocket and tossed it to me. He drove a late model black Jeep Compass and I loved driving that car, but he rarely let me behind the wheel. I guess that was his way of making it up to me for dragging me along.
The campsite was in up north Fries land, a couple of hours away and the drive went uneventfully. We drove nonstop and barely spoke to each other. My aunt was waiting for us at the entrance of the camping site when we arrived. She was very happy to see us. After greeting us cheerfully she helped us with our stuff and showed us the way to their camping spot. It was on a cozy small field with 6 small wooden cabins and several other RV's parked next to each other.