Now that mom was at the house visiting, it got a lot more difficult to get the work done on the house that needed to be done. Dealing with aunt, and her sexual appetite was one thing. Mom brought a whole new dynamic to the house. Aunt had told me that mom's appetite was insatiable. But seeing is believing. I was twenty-one, and at my peak sexually. But I was beginning to think I'd have to start taking Viagra to keep up.
Mom was riding my cock for the second time that day. And she'd just gotten to aunt's house the day before. I lay there with my hands tucked behind my head, enjoying the ride, watching her tits bounce up and down. A sight that will never get old. Just as I was about to grab them both aunt climbed on the bed.
It had only been twenty-four hours since she'd arrived. Since then mom and aunt had been inseparable. She and mom kissed passionately before aunt crawled over and suspended her tits over my face. Her hair was hanging down in her face. She looked so fucking gorgeous. She brushed my lips with the nipple of one of her tits. "Suck on them baby. I love it when you love my titties." She whispered softly, as though if she spoke too loudly it would affect the mood. She sounded like a little girl.
I sucked her nipple into my mouth, raking it with my teeth while teasing it with the tip of my tongue. She gasped when my mouth took control of her nipple. No matter how many times I took her like this, she always responded with the same intensity. The super sensitivity of her tits was not only something I enjoyed, it was also something I used to my advantage and entertainment on a daily basis. After a couple minutes of sucking on her tit I reached between her legs and shoved two fingers in her pussy while rubbing her clit. My hand was saturated in her juices within seconds.
My aunt screamed as I worked the two most sensitive places on her body. She smashed her tit into my face as she spread her legs. "Rub it baby!" She moaned. Then she began to cry from the intensity. "Oh fuck! Rub it baby! Harder! Oh please, harder!" She began sobbing from the emotional overload.
I felt the pace and intensity of mom's riding my cock increase. I couldn't see her any longer, since my face was smothered in tit flesh. I'm not complaining, mind you. Then I heard mom cry out, "Oh sweetie! You're going to make me cum again! Oh fuck!"
Once again, I was glad there were no close neighbors. Between the two of them screaming, the slapping together of bodies, the sloshing of wet pussies being fucked and the slurping sound of a tit being sucked on, I'm not sure how a next door neighbor would have reacted, had they heard any of that. I knew the tenderness would come later. But at that moment it was just raw, passionate animalistic sex.
Just as I sensed mom's orgasm waning, her humping slowing and her pussy grinding on my cock in a circular motion, I felt my own orgasm building. I started to snort and grunt with my mouth still stuffed full of aunt's tit. Then I lifted mom off the bed, trying to drive more of my cock inside her. I heard aunt say, "Ride him hard baby! Make our boy cum!" Then I heard her laugh. "Show him again what a slut you are for his cock!"
Mom picked up her pace again riding my cock. Then I heard her talking to me. "Cum for me baby! Fill me with your seed." Her words were choppy was she bounced up and down on my cock. "I've never told anyone this before baby. Not even Jean. But I've harbored this fantasy of you breeding me for years."
That did it for me. I lost all control. Mom might have been on top riding me. But I was the one fucking her now. I lifted her off the bed as my cock exploded inside her. The thought of breeding my own mom, a thought so forbidden, so wicked, amplified my orgasm ten times over. It felt like my cock was on fire as I felt my seed filling her. The intensity caused my stomach to start cramping.
My body finally fell limp. I laid there breathing deeply after Aunt Jean pulled her breast from my mouth. She laid next to me stroking my face and kissing my cheek. "Relax baby. Just lay still and enjoy." She spoke softly to me as she kissed my cheek. Mom collapsed on the bed, on the other side of me. All three of us laid there till we fell asleep.
Sometime during the middle of the night I woke up. Jean was sound asleep next to me, but mom was gone. I had to take a piss. Then I decided to look for mom. I found her downstairs, sitting at the kitchen counter with a glass of wine, wearing an oversized night shirt.
I sat down next to her, noticing immediately she had been crying. The lust that had driven us a few hours before had been assuaged. "What's wrong?" I asked her, putting my arm around her.
She took a drink, then looked at me. Her eyes were red from crying. "I think I'm the most fucked up mother that's ever lived. That's what is wrong." She took another drink.
I was being forced to wake up faster than I wanted to. "What do you mean?" I squeezed her shoulder. "There's nothing about you that's fucked up." I was trying to console her not knowing exactly what she was struggling with.
She gave me a weak smile. "You're sweet baby. But think about it." She took another drink. "I let my own son fuck me. And then I confess to something I've never told anyone. What kind of a mother fantasizes about her son getting her pregnant? A fucked up one! That's what!"
I pulled her close to my body. "Mom. We all have fantasies that we never act on. It's not a big deal when you don't act on them."
She took another drink. "You don't get it baby. That's the problem. I do want to act on it. After we had you, your father got himself fixed. Fucking liar. He told me when we got married we could have three or four kids. So after you were born I threw myself into you, raising you, loving you. As you got older and became a young man I began to wonder what it would be like to carry your baby. Maybe you could give me the children I'd always wanted. Then I began to fantasize about it. And now I've confessed it to you and sis."
I had nothing to say. What was I supposed to say. My mom just admitted she really wanted me to breed her.
"Yeah! You don't have to say anything. I know I'm fucked up." She slurred that last statement.
I knew the wine was really breaking down all inhibitions within her. I wasn't sure how much was mom talking and how much was the wine. We sat in silence as I kept my arm around her shoulder. I couldn't think of anything to say that was worth verbalizing.
"And you want to know what makes this even worse?" Her words becoming really slurred. "Now I don't even want to go home." She looked at me. "You've given me something I've never had or felt before." Mom was getting so drunk as the wine took hold of her, her emotions were vacillating between crying and giggling. "You little mother fucker." She giggled as she fumbled around searching for my cock with her hand in my lap. "Where'd it go baby? Where's that butiful cock of yours?" She continue to giggle as she patted my lap trying to grab my cock.
I grabbed her hand, lifting it out of my lap. "You're drunk mom. I need to get you back to bed."
"I know that baby! And you know what? I don't give a fuck. I don't give a fuck about anything." She tried to focus on me and the conversation. "Mmmm! You gonna take me to bed and fuck me with that butiful cock?" She giggled again. "You gonna bed your mommy? You butiful mother fucker."
"No mom. You're drunk. Some guys get off on that. I don't." I helped her up from her chair with my arms under hers. "We'll continue this conversation when you're sober." I helped her to the bottom of the stairs. Aunt Jean was coming down just when I started to try and navigate the stairs.
"Is she ok?" Jean asked as she descended the stairs.
"Yeah! She's fine. Too much wine."
"What was she struggling with?" Jean asked. She got on the other side of mom and tucked her arm under mom's arm.
"How did you know she was struggling with something?" I asked as we started helping her up the staircase.
"Oh sweetie. I know your mom all to well. At least I thought I did till that revelation about wanting you to get her pregnant. That was a shocker. I've known since we were kids she had a kinky side. But that one blew me away. Never saw that coming." Both of us were struggling to get her up each step.
"Yeah, well that's what she was struggling with. The fact that she confessed to both of us one of her deepest, darkest desires. She was really humiliated. Guess she thought she could wash that shame away with enough wine. Or at least numb herself to it."
"She did this once the night after your Uncle Bob fucked her. He had watched us for a couple hours one evening, then couldn't take anymore. He jumped in and fucked her good. That was the first time he fucked her. She really had a bad guilt trip after that one. If I hadn't stopped her I think she might have emptied out our entire wine cabinet." Aunt Jean said giggling.
"Was that the only time Uncle Bob fucked her?" I was more curious than aroused.
"Oh hell no! After she got over her guilt, she practically begged me to let your uncle fuck her every time she visited by herself."
We helped mom into her bedroom and laid her on the bed. "There, let her sleep it off." I said as we walked out the door. "And you were ok with uncle fucking her however many times he did?"
Aunt took my hand as we walked back to our bedroom. "I was baby. I was ok with it because I knew I had your uncle's heart. He belonged to me, and I belonged to him."
Aunt laid her head on my chest as we laid in bed. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing her tight. My brain was working overtime as I waded through all the emotions and feelings I was dealing with at that moment. I had two women who not only told me they loved me, they showed me that they loved me in the most tangible way a woman can show a man. They gave themselves to me completely.
