AUTHOR's NOTE: Arthur is 60, His children, Kent, Pearl and Cherry are in their mid to late 30's, Ross, Rose and Renee are 18 years old. The characters are a family introduced to Literotica Readers previously in the cantos of the epic poem "O Mother Dear".
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Ross woke up and lolled on his left side, half curled, staring at Cherry's flaxen hair, flared against the pillow. Her sheer aqua peignoir, in the dim light, glimmered with electric shadows across her shoulder, flank, hip and thigh. She reposed, like a question mark, backed up against his mother. Both women were sound asleep. Their quiet, regular breaths moved their chests, but otherwise, they were totally still.
Ross' right hand moved to his groin and touched his cock, already stiff and alert to any available stimulation. He lightly rubbed himself, absently pondering, for about the hundredth time, his great good fortune to be naked, in bed, with two sexy women. He was still boggled that they were his own mother and aunt.
Leaving his dick, he raised the leading edge of Cherry's diaphanous robe and gently drug it back over her hip and thigh. The full expanse of her skin was voluptuously exposed from the top of her left ass cheek to her knee, rolling into the shaded hollow where he knew her pussy was hiding. Running his finger tips from the gauzy edge along her smooth thigh, he slowly pushed his hand between her legs, sliding his palm against her inner right thigh. The back of his hand just grazed her inner left leg. Cherry sighed softly, rolled a fraction to her left, separating her legs. Her cunt no longer coyly kept its crease sealed, but rather, smiled with inviting, parted lips. Ross looked closely at his aunt's face and listened to make sure she still slept before moving his hand higher. He dabbed her dampening pout with his pinky tip and eased just inside the winking gap.
Cherry's pussy kissed his finger as it glided upward along the slit. Ross pulled his hand away and put his sticky little finger tip dead center on Cherry's sleeping mouth. Her lips instantly gave way, yielding a small portal. Taking advantage, Ross pushed his pinky slightly and Cherry, without waking, closed her lips tight and held it. Ross withdrew, heard a small smacking sound, and saw his aunt's lips re-open and tremble. He quickly inserted his finger again, this time to the first joint, and felt a definite suction from Cherry as, again, her lips clamped down.
"Is she sleeping? Dreaming of sucking a cock?" he wondered, "Does she think it's my cock? what if it was?" The questions raced through his mind as he acted to resolve them.
Swiftly, but still silently cautious, Ross raised himself and scooted his body up toward his aunt's head. When his erect dick was just below Cherry's chin, his weight balanced carefully on his left knee on the pillow above her face and on his right knee on the mattress near her stomach, he gently lifted her head with his left hand and pushed her face forward. Cherry's eyes remained closed, her breathing seemed unchanged, yet she made distinct murmurs as she continued to suck his pinky.
When his knob, shiny with pre-cum in anticipation, brushed Cherry's soft pulsing lips, Ross popped his finger out, exchanging his purple cockhead for it in a single fluid motion. Cherry seemed hardly to notice. Her mouth necessarily opened wider and then closed around the fleshy plum and sucked as before.
Ross' free right hand spread Cherry's peignoir and uncovered her tits. He tickled her left nipple, watching it stiffen under his touch. His aunt rolled further to her left, forcing Ross abruptly to adjust his posture. Now, fully astride her head, both knees on the pillow, he still held her mimping lips to his cock and reflexively ground his hips. "OMG! I am face-fucking Aunt Cherry!" he thought, and then he realized she was no longer asleep.
He did not know, exactly, when she came to, but she was awake now, for sure. Cherry's murmurs became moans and her hands reached up grabbing Ross' ass and moving beyond to the small of his back. Soon they were coursing over his waist, his back, up to his shoulders, down to his buttocks and then to his thighs. "How many hands has she?" Ross wondered as his excitement grew and his whole body heated up.
When he felt two hands on his back and a third holding and squeezing his nuts, and a fourth massaging something slick and cool over his butt and asshole, it dawned on him his mother, too, was awake and active. Pearl confirmed his deduction by leaning over his back and buzzing in his ear, "That's right, sweetie, let your Aunt Cherry suck on that hard wood rod. Your mother has a present for you!"
Ross felt his butt cheeks being pushed and spread as Pearl kneaded and stroked them, pausing only to reload her palm with K-Y jelly. Her left hand kept rolling his balls in a gripping and releasing cycle, while Cherry raked his back with her nails and sucked his thrusting cock.
Still, he was surprised to feel a pressure against his anus and something small and semi-soft pushing in past its outer rim. "Seriously? Is Mom tonguing my ass?" he asked himself in disbelief.
"Ooh! Unhh! No!", he answered himself aloud, as he felt the penetration deepen and stiffen. "I mean...OH! I.. Unh!" he gasped and cried, first startled by, then enjoying, the sensations of increasing pleasure as they overcame the initial pain of his virgin ass betting reamed by his mother's favorite dildo.
"It's all right, baby," Pearl said, "Your young bung is being wrung. Feel the stick, squeeze it and hold, come on, now, come, come, come for Mommy and Aunt Pearl, sweetie!"
Pearl moved the ribbed device in and out slowly. with determined strokes, as Cherry ran the length of Ross' rigid stalk deep into her throat and back and teased its head with her tongue and teeth.
Screaming, Ross exploded his balls, convulsed his ass muscles, and collapsed.
Cherry pulled his softening dick from her mouth, licked her lips and then cleaned up the last bits of jism still sticking to Ross's plump bulb. "Well, Pearl, this has been quite the orientation weekend for our young Ross, don't you think?" she asked with a laugh.
"Indeed I do, Sis, indeed, I do." Pearl concurred. "My son and your nephew has come of age!
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In Bodega Bay, the brothers helped the buggered twins to the bathroom and gently laved their still tender bottoms under the warm soft shower spray. When everyone was cleaned up they flopped back on the bed, waking up only just in time to pack and leave without incurring an extra charge for late check-out.
Kent was driving, with Arthur in the back, but the twins had switched around, so Rose was now up front and Renee sat with her uncle. The inland route on less travelled highways was pretty and the traffic was light. Time passed quietly for the group.
The westering sun cast long shadows in front of the Jeep as Renee looked up from her tablet and studied her dozing uncle. His close-cropped iron gray hair set off his chiseled profile and made her feel all tingly. Scooting across the seat, she put her left hand on his hard left thigh muscle and brushed the back of her right index finger along his jaw from his ear to his mouth. Twisting her fingertip, she pushed at the corner with her nail and whispered, "Uncle Art! Are you awake?"
"I am now," he quietly answered. "Why?"
"I was just wondering..."Renee started," because we're getting kinda close to home and I was wondering..."
"What, Honey?" Arthur asked. "What was it you were wondering?"
