The three of us spent the afternoon sipping margaritas and sunbathing by the pool. It was late August. Fall would soon be here, but that afternoon there was no hint of it. Julia had swum a bit, nude of course, while Mom and I cuddled on a large chaise lounge. The sun had slipped down behind the sycamores at the edge of the secluded backyard, as my aunt slipped from the pool.
Grabbing a thick, thirsty towel, Aunt Julia slowly dabbed the beaded water from her supple, olive skin. Her short, dark brown hair was slicked back from her swim. The effect, when accompanied by Julia's well-cultivated muscularity, rendered a hint of masculinity within her deeply feminine appearance. She smiled wickedly down into my eyes, as she dried herself.
Indeed, she appeared not so much to be drying her flesh, as exposing herself to me. She was showing me the body she had sculpted. Her biceps were, I noticed perhaps for the first time, not much less defined than my own. The muscles were longer and thinner, but every sinew seemed to press from within her dark skin.
Julia's thighs and buttocks had the same definition. They were slender, yet each muscle had been honed carefully by Julia's time in the gym. Her breasts were smaller than Mom's, much smaller. Perhaps only b cups to Mom's large c cups, they were accentuated, like the rest of her, by her workouts.
Finally, Julia took a seat on a lounger opposite us. "God, that felt wonderful," she sighed, as she lay seductively on the chaise. I found that I could not take my eyes from my aunt. Her eyes gazed into mine, as I felt my mother's lips caress the flesh of my bare chest and make their way to my right nipple.
Her mouth slipped around it, nipping teasingly as she captured it. My eyes fluttered closed for an instant. When I opened them, I saw that Julia's hand was slowly moving down her flat belly to her clean-shaven pussy. Julia smiled again, as she began to pleasure herself at the sight of her sister-in-law suckling at my nipple.
I gently stroked Mom's hair with my hand. Her red mane was warmed by the sun. Mom's tongue swirled about my nipple, and I felt myself become fully erect in my swimsuit. I noticed Aunt Julia's gaze drawn to the obvious bulge in the trunks. Her pink tongue slipped gingerly over her lips, as her fingertips circled the bud of her clitoris, before two digits plunged deeply inside the pink flesh of her cunt.
Mom moved a little as she suckled. Her small hand tugged at the thin bow at the hip of her bikini bottom. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the material slip from her flesh. Then her hand slipped down to her own sex and began to pleasure herself.
Julia's voice was husky, when she softly cooed, "That is such an erotic sight, lovers. My girl and her child so very much in love." My head tilted back. My eyes closed, yet I held the image of Julia in my mind, as my mother licked at my nipple, alternately tugging at the hard flesh with her teeth. I pushed my chest slightly up to her, and she bit a little harder in response. No words were exchanged, only soft moans wafted into the air.
I must have been lost in the pleasure my mother was giving me; because I neither heard Aunt Julia arise from her lounger, nor did I feel her slip my trunks from me. My first awareness of her actions was when her lips descended slowly to the base of my throbbing cock.
Her mouth was soft, warm and utterly inviting. While Mom had been voracious in her cocksucking, Julia proceeded achingly slowly. I could feel her lips slide over every vein of my pulsing meat. It seemed she was savoring each of the eight inches I possessed. The head of my cock pressed to the back of her throat. Julia's throat seemed to vibrate there, and it was all I could do to hold of cumming the first instant I felt it.
