"pornography" My Mother Said

Fifth and fibral part to the series, again unchecked and unedited so there will be typos, etc. Hope any errors in the text aren't too off-putting.

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GA - Cambridgeshire UK - 30 March 21

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I bathed with my aunt. She filled the big tub and we got in it together, laughing when I grabbed for her body, eager to get at her all over again. It was exciting to be with my aunt, the incest not such a shock as it had been the first time around with my own mother. The surprise I'd felt at discovering my aunt and cousin were sexually linked was muted compared to how it had been the first time with my mum. It was shocking, of course, but the effect wore off fast because I'd experienced a similar shock the previous Saturday. The excitement led to wild arousal. Despite two orgasms on the bounce, being with Carol was fresh and new and I could easily manage a third time with her.

"Leave me alone, dirty bugger," Aunt carol yelped when I grabbed for her. "You'll make me sore if you put that inside me again. I was a bit keen with my rubber friend, then you've been fucking me like you were drilling for oil. It was lovely but I need a break before we get at it again. If I get sore; it'll ruin our night. And we've got a whole night together in my bed, Nathan. The two of us alone. Leave it for now. I promise I'll make it up to you later."

The romance of it worked on me. In her bed, alone, private and intimate as we cuddled, kissed, and made love was something I wanted. I pushed the thoughts of my mother and cousin being the same out of my mind. The old jealousy was bubbling again but I knew I had to learn to quell that awful feeling. It was selfish to expect exclusivity with my mother, my aunt, and even my sister. Like Aunt Carol and my mother had said: it was share and share alike and I knew I had to accept it.

I supressed the need to bend my aunt over the bath so I could fuck her from behind. Instead, with my back against the enamel, after she'd rinsed cum from her hair, I asked Aunt Carol to sit between my widespread legs, her back against me so I could hold her in close.

"Mm," Aunt Carol breathed when my arms encircled the rack of her ribs. "This is so nice. It's so comfortable and sweet. You're such a considerate lover."

We stayed that way for several minutes. I held her close, occasionally moving my hands over her body where I caressed her breasts while she breathed her pleasure through soft sighs and moans.

My aunt made me stand up, kneeling in water up to her waist as she slowly stroked my length, her gaze set with mine, the cockhead between her pursed lips.

"No coming," Aunt Carol said through a grin, her fingers squeezing the shaft near my balls. "Just take the pleasure. Let me do this for you but don't come. Hold it back. Tell me if you're close."

It was sublime being that way with her. Aunt Carol licked and sucked, teasing me with her fingers, tongue, her eyes, and filthy description of sex she whispered to me. She took me to the edge twice, chuckled as she let go of my cock, her hand going into the water where she could diddle her clit as my bubbling desire cooled to a simmer.

"All right, that's enough or we'll get carried away and won't be able to stop ourselves."

She was out of the bath, skin glowing from the warmth of the water as I said: "I just want to do it again."

"Later," she said, leaning in to kiss my cheek. "Just hold that thought."

I was eager for my aunt's body but kept my mouth shut, accepting her authority. We towelled dry using huge fluffy bathsheets before we dressed and went downstairs.

On the way, my aunt paused outside one of the five bedroom doors along the hallway. "Jemma ... Jake," she said after knocking three times. "I'm just going to call Domino's for our dinner. Come down. Let's have a nice, cosy evening. There's wine..."

My cousin called out agreement.

"Oh, wear clothes," Aunt Carol added with a smirk at me. "I don't want bare arses on the furniture.

Aunt Carol chuckled and we went to the kitchen. She made the call for pizza while I poured her wine. I took a beer for myself and then followed my aunt through to the living room at the front of the cottage, wide window looking out onto the front garden and driveway. The sight of the Golf reminded me the bags were still in the car. I went out after putting my training shoes on, grabbing the daysack my mother had packed for me before I reached in and took hold of the carry-on bag she had for herself.

My aunt told me to put the daysack in her bedroom. "You'll be sleeping in there tonight," she said with a half-shrug.

I nodded and went upstairs, knocking on Jake's bedroom door.

"Just come in," I heard my mother call after I told her I had her bag. "There's no need to knock."

She was on his bed. My mother was on her back, reclining in comfort, legs wide while her nephew was on his front, his tongue at her pussy.

"He's got a very talented tongue," my mother said on a murmur. She was looking at me with heavy-lidded eyes, vixen and devilish while Jake kept on flicking his tongue at my mother's clit. "Carol taught him."

I didn't speak. I just stood there, cock stiffening inside my underwear and jeans while I watched my mother take her pleasure. She looked relaxed and beautiful, large breasts exposed, the puckered areolae a clue to her arousal.

"I like you watching," my mother sighed a moment before she closed her eyes and gasped out delight. "Oh fuck, I think I'm getting close," she said, breasts swaying after she tensed and let out a groan. "Mm-hmm, that's right, Jakey. Lick it here. Lick Aunty Jemma's clit. Really suck it, darling. You know what I want. You know how I like it."

Jake squirmed and did exactly what my mother instructed as I gawked, transfixed.

"God, yes, fuck," my mother grunted, eyes still closed, her limbs starting to twitch.

She revved it up, working towards her climax, sometimes taunting me with her glazed eyes while sometimes she had her eyes squeezed shit, the joy of it coming from her in gasps and moans.

My mother clawed at the bed and then held Jake's head sandwiched between her palms as she shirted and squirmed and smeared her cunt over his face.

"Uh, Jake, God, I'm going to come. Just a little more, baby. A bit faster. Yes. Uh-huh. Right there. Lick it ... Fuck, lick it..."

My mother came, hard. She moaned and hauled my cousin up as she also levered halfway upright, thrusting her tongue into his mouth, a hand moving between her legs so she could stir her vulva, hitting her peak as she rubbed her body and sucked her own essence from her nephew's tongue.

"Mm, tasting myself gets me so worked up," my mother sighed, eyes gleaming as she looked at me. It was over, her climax was cooling. Jake was on his forearms and elbows, cock against the bed while my mother slowly teased her pussy, breasts slowly rolling, the weight of them against my mother's upper arms as she rested on a hip and an elbow. "Perhaps I could taste your aunty off your cock sometime this weekend," she added, doing her sexy nose-crinkle at me.

She chuckled, knowing she'd had an affect when I gasped out, "Mum."

"It all right," my mother continued, a hand stroking Jake's hair. "Carol can suck me off Jake's cock. We can so much fun."

"Fucking hell, Nathan," my cousin put in. He was grinning at me, throwing a glance up to my mother's face. "She's really on one today."

My mother chuckled again, the sound dark and rich and dangerous. "I'm just high on it all," she said, ducking in to kiss Jake's mouth. "I've been so looking forward to having Nathan with us this way. I was so nervous last week. I was confident I'd be able to seduce him, but it wasn't a certainty. If he'd refused ... If it had gone wrong ... God, I shudder to think..."

"It didn't go wrong," said Jake.

"Thank God," my mother breathed with a theatrical roll of her eyes. Then she fixed her focus on me, and said: "Is it all right, darling? Are you happy with the way we are as a family?"

I nodded, head full of what my mother had said about sucking her sister's pussy off my cock. "It ... It's ace," I stammered, looking at Jake. "I can share," I added.

"Mm, goody," my mother sighed. She waggled her fingers at me. "So, come here and give mummy a kiss. We'll just get tidied up and then we'll come down. Tell your aunty."

It was weird going to the bed where my cousin and mother were naked. She offered her cheek and I gently kissed it, Jake rolling away as he got off the bed.

I couldn't help myself. I looked at his cock, the jib at half-mast, the shock at knowing he'd used it on my mother and aunt a quick squeeze in the pit of my stomach.

"Thanks for bringing my bag," my mother said, dragging my attention away from Jake's penis.

"Uh-huh, no problem," I said.

I took it as dismissal when my mother said: "Be a love and pour me a wine," so I left them to it and dumped my daysack in my aunt's room.

"You were some time," Aunt Carol said when I returned to the living room.

She was on the sofa, cool and relaxed in her blue dress, the hem high on her thighs. She held her wineglass like a dainty flower, amusement twinkling in her expression.

I shrugged when Aunt Carol asked: "So, what were they doing? I expect she was up to something with Jake."

Despite all the intimacy, I felt shy in her living room, the weirdness enhanced because we were wearing clothes. It was as though the sex was unreal, a dream or something, the normalcy of the scene a throwback to how it had been before my mother seduced me.

The heat in my cheeks only embarrassed me more, the fire burning hotter in my face as I looked away from Aunt Carol.

She trilled a laugh when I mumbled: "Uh, Jake was licking her."

"Oh, right, yes, she does enjoy it like that. I think it's because she can be a bit lazy. Just lies there with her legs spread while someone else does the work."

An image flashed across my mind's-eye of my mother as I'd seen her, thighs spread, a smirk on her face while unt Carol licked at lapped at my mother's meaty folds and swollen clit.

Aunt Carol blurted another laugh after I asked: "You do it to her?"

"I do," she grinned. "But I make sure she does it to me as well. I do love my sister but I'm not blind to her faults. She can be greedy. Be warned, Nathan, she might take advantage of you."

I made the connection from my aunt's sexual meaning to what I knew of my mother from our lives together before the incest.

"Okay," I said. "I think I know what you mean."

I spent the next twenty minutes with Aunt Carol, chatting about everyday things like school and my plans for the future. She sipped wine, laughing with me as I drank the beer. There was a quick trip to the kitchen to refill her glass while I collected another bottle from the fridge, both of us on the sofa, relaxed with each other when my mother and cousin walked in.

Jake was wearing the same jeans and tee-shirt but my mother had on a different dress to the yellow one she'd worn on the drive over. It was cornflower-blue, tight at the bosom, scoop-necked to show off her cleavage and startling expanse of decolletage. It wasn't a dress for public consumption. Not quite indecent but nor was it appropriate for a lady of a certain age to wear out-and-about. It was shirt at the hem, showing off my mother's legs, their length exaggerated by the high heels in the same colour as the dress and with straps at her ankles.

The effect was stunning, my jaw going slack when I first set eyes on her as she breezed into the room, smiling and confident. I could see she'd combed her hair and applied a light touch of make-up, a swell of admiration, desire, and love inside me when she leaned in to offer her cheek.

I kissed her while my aunt said: "Mm, Jemma, you look edible, sweetie."

My mother chuckled as she and her sister exchanged air-kisses. "I hope so, Carol," she smirked.

"Nathan said Jake's already been eating you," Aunt Carol put in.

"Uh-uh, he has. He's such a dirty sod. So good with that tongue."

Aunt Carol grinned. "Oh, I know," she said, then added: "Jake, darling, get Aunt Jemma some wine."

"Shit, I forgot," I said to my mother as Jake left on the errand.

My mother waved a hand. "Don't worry. It would've only warmed up." Then, to her sister, she said: "Sorry I took so long."

My mother settled onto the twin sofa opposite the one I was sharing with Carol. She sighed and looked at me. "So, here we are. Surprised you all over again."

I nodded, eyes moving from my mother's legs to her face, a quick stop to ogle her breasts on the way up. She smiled at me, a brief flash of tenderness and love in her expression before she bantered back-and-forth with her sister. Then Jake came in with wine for my mother and a beer for himself. After that, with a new, strange but also comfortable domesticity between us all, we talked and joked and laughed, the pizzas' arrival a break in it all. I devoured my food, and Jake was the same while my mother and aunt barely picked their way through two slices between them. I had another two beers, a light fuzzy sense of general wellbeing and happiness settling over me as the evening wound through a couple of hours.

It turned sexual at sometime between nine-thirty and ten. The light outside was in that long gloaming of summer. It wasn't full daylight but dark was still twenty minutes away. I'd been in the kitchen with my mother, a quick conversation about how we both felt going on as she poured two glasses of wine.

After pouring, my mother asked: "Are you all right?"

I was at the sink, drinking water from a pint glass. I looked at her, a squeeze of arousal down in my core as I examined her figure.

"Really all right," I said through a rush of lust and love.

She must have divined my thoughts because my mother glanced down at her own frontage and then looked into my face. She said: "I wore this dress for you. I know you're not so keen of me with your cousin. I feel that way sometimes myself. When I know your dad's with Annabel..."

My mother paused and glanced towards the door.

"I get a bit funny when he's with your aunt as well," she said. "Natural, I suppose. Your sister's so much younger. She's just so pretty and everything's firm and tight."

Tender emotions ballooned inside me when my mother sighed and pulled a face, a sort of wry, accepting grimace before she said: "And Carol's so slim. She takes after our mother's side of the family. I'm built like the women on your grandad's side."

A pause and then: "I'm not to fat and old, am I, Nathan?"

I gulped, swallowing down on the pity when I saw the uncertainty on her face. It was a pivotal moment for me. I realised at least some of her confidence was put on for show and that my mother had doubts and wasn't as sassy as I thought.

"I think you're perfect," I said, croaking it out.

There was hope in her expression and tone when she looked at me and said: "You're just being kind."

I sighed and shook my head, willing her to accept the sincerity as I said: "Not really. I mean it. You're different to Aunt Carol and Bella. But that makes you really sexy and hot. You're pretty, too. Your body..."

My mother grinned, eyes flashing pleasure. "Big tits, you mean."

I gave her a grin of my own, attention on her breasts. "Oh yes. Those. Mum, I mean ... Fuck."

"I love to see you excited because of me," my mother said.

"I get jealous," I said.

Her eyes went huge and round. "So we're very alike."

I shrugged. "I suppose."

"Let's not be jealous, darling," she said on a shy murmur. "Tonight we'll be with them, tomorrow night it can be us."

Desire and impatience were a visceral squeeze when I thought about being with her again.

"Can't wait," I said.

Then I saw something impish flicker in my mother's face as she held her lower lip between her teeth. "All right, but, now, how about we have some fun together? All of us, I mean. If you could stand it and not get emotional, what about I watch you with your aunty and you watch me with your cousin?"

Excitement rushed through me, not jealousy as I looked at her and I thought about it.

"That wouldn't bother me," I said.

"Goody," my mother replied.

Then we went back to the living room. My mother passed Carol a glass and then settled onto the sofa next to Jake.

"Oh," Aunt Carol said with a glance at me.

On the other sofa, my mother had put her glass down on the floor and then swivelled her torso to Jake before she kissed his mouth, his hands moving to those large breasts.

I shared a look with my aunt before my focus went back to where Jake had scooped my mother breasts from her dress. He was snuffling while sucking my mother's nipples, tit-flesh spilling over his palms.

"Mm, Carol, I know you didn't want bare bottoms on the furniture, but I'm going to lift my dress up and I'm not wearing knickers," my mother cooed as she looked at her sister.

"God, Jemma, you're insatiable," my aunt replied.

My mother laughed and stroked Jake's hair. "Two lovely boys," she said, smirking at me. "If you don't mind, Carol...?"

Aunt Carol tutted and rolled her eyes when my mother beckoned to me.

"Oh, do whatever the fuck you want," she said.

It sounded bitter but wasn't. My aunt took out any sting associated with her comment by smiling at me while waving a hand.

"I think your slutty mother wants you as well," Aunt Carol said through the smile. "It's fine, I'm sore, remember."

My mother had her dress up to her waist, sitting upright, legs wide as she teased her meaty flaps with her fingers. Jake was already on is feet, tee-shirt on the carpet, jeans slipping down to reveal his desire.

I looked at my aunt and threw a look to where my mother was mauling her tits with one hand, the other on Jake's cock as she sucked at the bulb.

My aunt smirked and nodded when I asked: "You sure?*

"I told you, I'm sore. But you can go and join in if you like. I'll sit here and maybe rub my clit. I don't mind. It's fun. Go and enjoy yourself. I want to watch you with your mother."

I heard Aunt Carol sigh as I went to where my mother was sucking Jake's cock.

"Don't tire him out, Jemma," Aunt Carol called. "Nathan, I mean. I want him later. Don't wear him out so he's useless tonight."

"I've got a plan for Nathan," my mother called back, hand working Jake's size. "I'll fuck your son dry," she added. "But I promise not to work mine too hard."

As I stripped my mother got Jake onto the sofa, spooning against him as they lay on their sides. I wanked as I watched my mother throw a leg back over Jake's thighs, her hand going down to where she could take control of the cock before she squirmed back and positioned herself to feed the thing into her body.

"Uh, fuck yes," my mother grunted as her pussy took my cousin's size. "Uh-huh, hold me. Fuck me," she sighed as she craned around to look at Jake.

My cousin had an arm under my mother, her torso a bridge, his hand going to cup one of her breasts as he held her hip with the other. Then they were fucking, my mother jerking her pelvis so she thrust back against her nephew, his hand moving from her hip to her stomach, her dress bunched high, their tongues slipping and writhing.

My aunt was sitting on her own couch, both legs up, thighs spread, a hand inside her underwear, the fabric squirming like kittens in a sack.

"I love seeing her fuck," Aunt Carol murmured when she glanced at me. "Always have. Ever since the first time I watched her fucking our dad..."

Hearing that come from my aunt set the beast free inside me. I stared at her for a few seconds, thrilled to see her expression as she fingered herself, her focus set on my mother and her son. Then I looked at where my mother's labia clung to Jake's shaft, her action urgent as she fucked onto the cock, loud grunts issuing forth from her glossy lips.