Inspired by a Color Climax film of the same name.
All characters are at least eighteen years of age.
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Uncle Buddy had gone on another one of his drunken rampages, and this one left Aunt Jane with a black eye among other bruises so, once again, she was staying at our house until things returned to "normal" at hers. Mom is Aunt Jane's older sister, and they have always been very close. Just how close I was beginning to wonder, because sometimes, before Dad got home from work, I would hear strange grunting noises, like the kind you hear in porn videos, coming from my parents' bedroom, noises that I only heard when Aunt Jane was visiting.
And then something amazing happened. Aunt Jane's visit came just a few weeks before my nineteenth birthday, and one night not long after she arrived Dad knocked on my door while I was doing homework. After some small talk, he asked me if I had any idea what the two sisters did together while he was at work. I thought it best to say no, so I did; he laughed and then asked if I would like to know. Before I could say anything, he told me that my mother and aunt are pussy pals. I tried to look dumb, and I guess it worked, because then he told me that they like to eat each other out. I tried to let on like I didn't know what that meant, so he launched into a detailed explanation of the ins and outs of lesbian 69.
By the time he was done, I was flabbergasted. Of course I knew what he was talking about, but somehow I just couldn't imagine Mom and Aunt Jane, sprawled naked in bed, one on top of the other, with their heads between each other's thighs, licking clit and sucking cunt like there was no tomorrow. And that's when dad asked me something that blew my mind.
"Would you like to watch them?"
Before I could reply, he explained how he had rigged up a small camera in the bedroom so that he could watch their goings-on while he was at work. He offered to set up my laptop so I could watch, too, that is, if I was interested. I was so dumb-founded all I could do was nod in agreement, and in no time I was staring at a birds-eye view of my parents' queen size bed.
"Now, they're done for today," he explained, "but tomorrow afternoon they'll put on the best show yet. That's because I'm going to come home early and surprise them, catch them in the act, and maybe join in myself. I wouldn't miss it if I were you, son," he cackled before leaving.
Sure enough, the next day, Mom and Aunt Jane went at it again. I had just gotten home from school when I heard them giggling as they snuck down the hall into the bedroom. By the time I got on the laptop, they had already stripped naked and were propped up in bed, side by side. They sure looked different from each other, even though they were sisters; Mom was short and squat with big, saggy tits while Aunt Jane had the body of a distance runner, tall and skinny with boobs no bigger than a pre-teen's, although she did have some nice looking nipples. Their fair-skinned bodies contrasted nicely with the bed's brownish-orange sheets. They seemed to be role-playing, with Mom acting like the seductive one and Aunt Jane like the shy, innocent one. Mom was gently tweaking Aunt Jane's nipple with a naughty smile on her face while Aunt Jane looked like she was enjoying it but wasn't sure that she should be.
Then Mom took her hand off Aunt Jane's breast and replaced it with her mouth. She began licking and sucking the big nipple she had been tweaking, and I could tell that Aunt Jane liked it because she flashed Mom a big, toothy smile. And when Mom let her hand drift down between Aunt Jane's legs, she laid her head back on the bed and half-closed her eyes. I couldn't hear anything, but Aunt Jane looked like she was purring like a cat being petted.
And I guess she was, because Mom's fingers were rubbing up and down on Aunt Jane's clit. I could see it sticking out from her light brown pubic hair, and it seemed like it got bigger as Mom stroked it. Every now and then, Mom would dip her middle finger into Aunt Jane's pussy, and when she pulled it out it and dragged it over the clit, the slit looked like it was getting redder and wetter. It was obvious that Aunt Jane was really getting into what Mom was doing to her, because her head flopped so far over the edge of the bed that her long light brown hair touched the floor.
And that's when things got really interesting. All of a sudden, Dad entered the picture. He was naked except for a blue-striped rugby shirt, and his prick, which was pretty long, was hanging low. He walked over to Aunt Jane and just plopped his cock and balls on her face. Then he slowly dragged them down until the tip of his prick was resting on Aunt Jane's lips. She opened her mouth and took that floppy thing in right up to the balls. Then, as Dad's cock got harder, he began to fuck Aunt Jane's face. Each pump seemed to send him deeper and deeper into her throat, until at last he was so far in that his balls banged against her nose. By this time, Mom had shifted so that her face was buried in Aunt Jane's pussy. I couldn't see exactly what she was doing, but whatever it was it was making Aunt Jane's ass quiver and shake.