My Favorite Aunt

Driving back to the house took us six hours. Then we were there about an hour as we went through the house and gathered up all the things mom thought she needed. It's amazing how much stuff we accumulate, and think we really need. But when you get down to the real necessities of life, you don't need any of that shit. Mom knew she had only so much room in two vehicles. She decided, just before we left, that she could fit everything she wanted in two vehicles. I think she just wanted to ride with someone, and not be alone during the twelve hour round trip. Jean told me she'd ride with mom in mom's car. I knew the two sisters would probably talk the entire drive. I got worn out just thinking about it.

Driving long distance always gives you plenty of time to think about things. And I had a lot to think about. First there was Jean. A few years ago I was whacking off fantasizing about her. Now I had her all to myself. But what we had was so much more than just sex. She made me feel so alive and energized, and yet content at the same time. But then there was this overwhelming desire to care for her and protect her. I was beginning to really come to grips with how vulnerable she was. I had seen it from the very beginning. But now I was experiencing it as our relationship deepened. It was that vulnerability that initially pushed her towards me. But now it was her love for me that kept her with me. A love we both shared for each other.

Then there was mom. What the hell am I going to do with her? Both Jean and I love her, and there's no way we aren't going to help her and support her as much as we can. Jean and mom had shared a sexual relationship for years, unbeknownst to me. Now I've tasted the fruit from that tree. That's a tree I intend to keep eating from. As Jean and mom have no intention of ending their relationship, neither do I. I knew Jean was accepting of that. But I also knew there would always be this insecurity within her, she would lose me to mom. That wasn't going to happen. I just had to keep her reminded of that. So I had two women, sisters, that I loved and now basically owned.

I know most people wouldn't understand any part of what we had between the three of us. First, there was the incestuous nature of our relationships. I had no doubt there would be those who judge us when they discovered the relationship between the three of us. But I didn't care. And I knew Jean and mom wouldn't either. We shared something most people will never experience in their lifetime. An intimacy so deep, it is hard to describe. It simultaneously satisfied a hunger within each of us, and made us hungry for more. It quenched a thirst, and yet made us thirsty for more. It created a contentment, while at the same time creating a yearning that made us discontent.

Then there was the whole "ownership" thing. Most people look at that as fucked up. To be honest, I did too, not too long ago. I never wanted to own someone. That's just weird. But as Jean and I evolved into that, it became the most natural outcome between us. Being owned was what defined who Jean was. To say it was a 'need' in her would be an understatement. Being owned was so ingrained in her psyche, she was lost without it. That's what she meant when she said she felt empty and lost when uncle passed away. Her identity was not just in herself, but in being owned by a man. I was that man. And I was beginning to understand the weight and gravity of owning someone as vulnerable and valuable as Jean. So for those who think 'owning' someone is just about having unbridled sex, you haven't got a fucking clue what you're talking about.

Then there was this new revelation from mom that she wanted me to impregnate her. Now I'll even admit, that's fucked up. Hot! But fucked up! I mean, what would that make the child? My sibling, or my son/daughter? And if you say 'both,' well that's fucked up too. But forget about what I would be struggling with. What about that poor kid? Are they going to be fucked up their whole life psychologically and possibly physically? Are they going to see themselves as some kind of freak offspring of a messed-up mother and her son? I wasn't going to resolve anything in my head during that twelve hour round trip. I knew there would be plenty of discussion about this in the weeks ahead.

Finally, there was the pecking order. I knew I was going to have to declare Jean's priority in my life, and mom being secondary. I wanted to say it in a way that would minimize the pain it would cause mom. I was walking a tightrope. Call me a selfish pig. I don't care. I was determined I was going to keep both of them. I knew Jean wanted to keep mom in our lives and in our bed. She knew it was unrealistic for her to keep mom as a lover and not share her with me. Lucky me. But mom had to understand her place and accept it.

We pulled in the driveway, the first leg of our journey complete. We had made good time, only stopping for gas and a bathroom break once. I climbed out of my car as Jean and mom were getting out of mom's car. "Let's get this done. I want to be back on the road as quickly as possible. As it is, we probably won't get home till after 10:00 tonight."

As Jean and mom filled up suitcases and boxes with whatever mom wanted to take, I hauled them out to the cars. An hour later both cars were full. We took one last walk through the house. That was a mistake. Mom broke down in the living room, collapsing on the couch, sobbing uncontrollably. Jean sat next to her, doing her best to console her. Even though mom knew this was coming, the inevitability of finally leaving dad overwhelmed her. Jean sat next to her and held her tight, allowing mom to cry it out.

After mom finished crying it out I knelt in front of her and took her face in my hands. "You're going to be safe with us mom. We're going to take care of you. You can stay with us as long as you need." Jean just shook her head confirming everything I said. "You belong with us right now. And as far as I'm concerned, you belong TO us right now."

Jean put her hand on my arm. "We talked about that all the way here baby. She understands what you and I have."

Mom spoke up. Her face streaked with tears. "I understand what you and sis have sweetie. I would never come between you two. I am so happy for both of you. I'll confess I'm a little jealous. What you two share is something I've longed for my whole life. But I will never come between you two. NEVER! I will just be happy if I can share a small part in what you have."

I smiled at her. "Oh you're going to be sharing a whole lot more than just a small part. Wouldn't you agree my sexy slut?" I asked Jean, smiling at her. I wanted mom getting used to how Jean and I spoke to each other. She had happily relinquished the title and role of aunt for being my lover, bitch and slut.

"I would agree completely." Jean turned mom's head to face her. "It's going to be nice having another bitch around the house." The sisters kissed, their tongues probing the other's mouth.

"Oh good grief! Knock it off you two, or we'll never get out of here." I said as I was about to stand up.

Mom grabbed my arm and looked at me with a longing in her eyes. "Can I be your sexy slut too?"

I chuckled as I reached forward and grabbed one of her tits. "You already are bitch. You already are." Then it dawned on me I had just called mom a bitch. I realized the barriers that had been in place for the first twenty-one years of my life were crumbling quickly. "As a matter of fact, I just had a wicked thought." I looked at my watch. "But we don't have time. We need to get you to the bank while it's still open so you can empty out your safety deposit box, like you said."

"Yes! I need to do that. I have some money and a number of documents in there I want with me. But what was your wicked thought baby?" Her tears had become a smile as she asked.

I smiled again as I squeezed her tit. "Take you upstairs and fuck you in the bed you've shared with dad for years."

Mom gasped.

Jean giggled. "You are a dirty boy, you little mother fucker."

I leaned forward and kissed Jean. "You ought to know my filthy cock sucking slut."

Mom just watched us with longing, wanting to share what we had. Not realizing to a certain degree, she already did.

Mom walked out of the bank carrying the backpack she had taken in with her. Both Jean and I thought that odd, thinking she was just retrieving some documents and her passport. The backpack was empty when she went in. We could tell it was full as she exited the bank.

"How much paperwork did you have in that safety deposit box sis?" Jean asked.

Mom just smiled. "Not much. I mostly just wanted to get my passport."

"So what's in the backpack?" I asked.

"Money!" She giggled.

"What?!" I started looking around in shock thinking this is not the place to be having this discussion. "How much money?" I whispered, even though there was no one close enough to hear what we were talking about.

She giggled again. "I'm not sure. But I think it's over $100,000."

"What the fuck?" Now I was really getting nervous. I looked around again. "OK. Let's get out of here. We're not stopping anywhere except for gas and bathroom. Let's get back home. We'll talk about this when we get home."

I thought the first six hour leg of our journey was long. I was nervous the whole drive back. When we stopped for gas and restroom break, I watched the cars while they used the restroom, then it was my turn. I was never so relieved as when we pulled in the driveway of the house at 10:30 pm.

"We'll unload the cars tomorrow." I looked at mom. "Take that backpack up to your room. We'll talk about that tomorrow." The sudden relief of being home, coupled with having driven all day, and I was feeling the exhaustion.

"Well I've already heard all about it." Jean informed me as we walked into the house. "But I'll let sis tell you about it tomorrow."

Mom walked into her bedroom and threw the backpack on the bed. "Good night you two." She yelled out as Jean and I walked past her room.

Jean and I looked at each other. Then I stuck my head in mom's door. "Take a shower and get cleaned up. Then come to our room."

Mom's face lit up. "Are you sure?"

I was tired and irritable. And I don't like getting that way. But I fought back the sarcasm. "Yes! I'm sure!"

I was sitting up in bed watching a show, trying to unwind from driving all day. As tired as I was I knew it was going to take me an hour or so before the fatigue set in. My brain was still going 70 mph. I had showered. Jean was in the bathroom drying her hair when mom walked in the bedroom.

"So what the hell are you doing with $100,000 in your backpack?"

Mom crawled up on the bed and knelt beside me, facing me. "You remember Sadie Holcomb, our next door neighbor from years ago?"

"Yeah. I remember her. But that was what? Fifteen years ago?"

"That's about right. Anyway, she gave me some good advice that I took to heart immediately. She told me to start setting aside money on a regular basis in case life threw me a curve I didn't see coming. Well things were already tense between your father and me."

"Are you serious? Way back then? I thought you two were good together." I was shocked hearing this for the first time.

"I put on a good show for you. I didn't want you to be afraid or live with fear that we were drifting apart. But back to your question. I started putting money aside every month. It wasn't much at first. Then I remembered my folks had taken out a whole life insurance policy on me right after I was born, plus some other investments they'd put in my name. After I cashed them all in I walked away with about $80,000. I wasn't about to leave that money to your father. So I put all that money in the safety deposit box, along with my monthly deposits all these years." She paused when Jean walked into the room and crawled up on the bed and knelt facing me on the other side of me. "I think I knew way back then that this day was inevitable. That's why I saved all that money. I wanted to have some kind of cushion when I finally left him."

"Well, that explains the money. Tomorrow we go right to the bank and deposit it till you decide what you're going to do with it. I'm still wound up from driving six hours knowing how much money you had in the car with you." I looked at both of them, so wound up now I knew I wouldn't be falling asleep anytime soon. "Get rid of the robes." I couldn't help but smile as they slipped their robes off and threw them on the floor. I had two of the sexiest women I'd ever known at my disposal. I leaned forward and grabbed each of them with a fistful of their hair. "Now! For the best part of having you both."

I looked at mom. "Get on your back." She complied without hesitation.

Then I looked at Jean. "Straddle her face." Jean smiled at first, then giggled as she crawled across my body, then threw her leg over mom's face. She thought she was going to go for a ride before I corrected her. "No no! Head between her legs." I said pointing to mom's pussy. "You two start eating each other out. It's going to be a long meal for both of you because I'm wide awake now. It will be interesting to see who gives out first."

Jean laid down on mom's body, wrapped her arms around mom's thighs and attacked her pussy with an eagerness I enjoyed watching for the next hour. This was so much better than watching a baseball game to unwind. Listening to their moans, grunts, gasps, squeals and cries was better than any concert I'd been to. All those noises coupled with the slurping and sucking sounds, as each sister tried to outperform the other, filled the room.

Then there was the show taking place next to me as I sat on the bed. Their bodies shaking and convulsing, each sister driving the other through one orgasm after the other. I think I smiled for the entire hour. I could always tell when one of them was about to climax. They'd start grinding their pelvis into the other's mouth with more intensity. Only to collapse moments later as their orgasm subsided. Then the process would start again.

As I sat there, watching these two vixens go at each other, I had to keep reminding myself not to stroke my cock. I desperately wanted to, as the show I was being entertained with was better than any porn I had watched before this. My mom and my aunt, behaving like two wanton sluts, which they were. I thought about joining in several times. Usually when one of them was climaxing. I just wanted to shove my cock into a hole. Any hole. But I waited. Please don't take that as I'm some paragon of self-control. I'm anything but that. After watching them for an hour, I just knew what I wanted, and I was about to get it.

I grabbed Jean by her hair and pulled her off mom's pussy. She had a glazed look in her eyes as she looked at me panting. "Enough!" was all I said as I pulled her off mom's body, to the other side of the bed. Mom lifted her head to look at me, then she sat up. She had the same glazed look. Both their faces were glistening from the other's juices.

I grabbed a fistful of mom's hair. I was just about to talk to her, my arousal overwhelming me, when I realized what I was about to call her. Calling Jean a slut, bitch or whore had become a natural part of our relating to each other. She loved it. And I'd finally gotten used to it. But this was my mom. I know she acted the part and wanted to be treated that way. But this was crossing a line I knew would change everything. I looked in her eyes and saw everything I wanted in a lover. A hunger and desire to be treated, and talked to, as the creature she was.

"So you want to belong to Jean and me mom?" My lust only had one thought in mind. Letting this woman know what she was and her status in our three-way relationship.

"Yes baby!" Mom gasped, herself overcome by the eroticism of the moment. "More than anything I've ever wanted."

"Then I'm going to make you my slut, just like your sister." I pushed mom's head down into my lap as I pulled Jean's head back with me till I was leaning against the headboard again. I lifted my butt, allowing mom to pull my shorts down my legs. She looked at me after she'd thrown my shorts on the floor. "You need to understand your place slut." I growled at her. "You belong to Jean and me now. We're going to take care of you, and you're going to serve us. Now suck that cock while I play with your sister."

I laid back, pulling Jean with me. I kissed her, shoving my tongue in her mouth as my hand mauled her tit. I heard her whimper. I wasn't sure if it was from the need I was creating in her, or the pain from how I was mauling her tit. My lust was controlling me. So I really didn't care.

I was in Nirvana. Wherever the hell that is. I had Jean in my arms, making out, as my hand played with her tit. While mom's mouth was gliding up and down my cock. It felt as though she was literally trying to suck the life out of me. They were both moaning and grunting like the two bitches in heat that they were. They had just come off an hour of pleasuring each other, and you'd think they hadn't had sex in weeks, the way they sounded.

I pulled off Jean's mouth and dropped my head as I lifted her tit. I sucked it into my mouth and teased it with the tip of my tongue. She gasped initially, then moaned as the need within her rose. "Oh please baby! I need you inside me!" She wrapped her fingers around my head, pulling it into her chest as she continued to beg me. "Please! I need to feel you inside me. You don't know what that does to me when you're inside me."

I pulled off her tit and looked at her. We were both panting. "What does it do to you? Tell me."

Jean was overwhelmed with the need of the moment. Her emotions were colliding with her sexual and psychological needs. We're not just animals that fuck for procreation. We're creatures that desperately need to make a connection with each other in every way, physically, emotionally, mentally and psychologically.

I felt her body shaking as she answered me. "It gives me a sense of completion. A sense of purpose. A sense of peace..... I don't know how to describe it. It's a contentment knowing that you love me and own me. When you're inside me, and I feel your cock throbbing, your arms wrapped around me.... it's like we're the only two people alive, and I belong totally to you."

"You're always going to belong totally to me." I whispered to her. I slid my hand down her body and cupped her womanhood. The heat emanating from it was incredible. I slipped the two middle fingers into her gushing pussy. Then curled them slightly, looking for that sweet spot I knew would have her writhing in pleasure.

Jean's body spasmed when my fingertips grazed over her g-spot. "Oh baby! Please don't tease me that way." She grunted as she collapsed into my body, digging her nails into my chest, having no strength or desire to stop whatever I wanted to do with her.

Her and mom had already worked themselves into a frenzy multiple times. I knew they were both exhausted. But I was going to have my fun with them. My own exhaustion from driving all day was gone. I was determined to take them both till I was the one collapsing. "I'm going to tease you whenever I want and however I want. You two had your fun. Now it's my turn."

Jean started to whimper. "Please baby! No more! No more!" I could feel the spot inside her swelling. I applied a little more pressure. Then it was as if she was having a seizure. Her body went tense as her legs shot straight out. She clamped her thighs around my hand. "OH FUCK! OH FUCK!" She wailed and screamed over and over as her body was wracked with yet another orgasm. She bucked and shook as wave after wave of euphoria swept over her.

I held her tight, my fingers buried inside her as her body writhed and spasmed. Hearing and feeling her reaction sent me over the edge. Mom's mouth was still working my cock. She had sensed my impending orgasm, so she intensified her efforts. I wanted to grab mom's head as I emptied my load inside her mouth, but I couldn't reach it with Jean in my arms. Mom slurped and swallowed, not allowing one drop of my seed to escape her greedy cock sucking mouth. I was learning quickly that she was a woman that knew how to pleasure a man. It was a shame she had been wasted all these years. Not anymore.