Sex with my Mother, Sister and Aunt
Christopher has sex with his mother, sister, and aunt.
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Author's Note:
This is a true story that Christopher asked me to write about him not only having incestuous sex with his mother, Gloria, but also, he had incestuous sex with his sister, Carol, and with his aunt, Kathy, too.
Something that he never expected to happen, transpiring all in one night, first his sister sexually solicited him, then, his aunt sexually solicited him, finally, joining in on the family, forbidden fun, his mother sexually solicited him, too. A night to remember and one filled with incestuous sex, unbelievable but true, Christopher had sex with his sexy sister, his AILF of an aunt, and finally with his MILF of a mother. Perhaps, his mother, sister, and aunt wouldn't have had sex with him had they not been drinking and in a horny mood after they had been partying with strippers.
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It all started when I returned home from California after graduating from college, USC, the University of Southern California. After losing her job, all that my mother could afford, she moved to a cheaper place in a rundown neighborhood. With rents sky high, my mother, Gloria, my sister, Carol, and my aunt, Kathy, were crammed in a small, two-bedroom house with one bathroom. Afraid to leave her house because of all of the crime around her, and with COVID still on the rise, she sheltered in place and had everything she needed delivered.
Because the house had been in foreclosure and was a bank takeover, she rented it from the bank at a reduced rate. Actually, it was cheaper to rent this house than to rent a much smaller apartment. The house had many things wrong with it but nothing major, it was structurally sound.
What was wrong with the house was mostly cosmetic. The last owner damaged the house by writing on the walls and banging holes in the walls before leaving it. With the bank not taking any responsibility to fix any damage, it was up to my mother to make the repairs. As long as she agreed to do the labor herself or to pay someone else to make the repairs, the bank agreed to reimburse her for the cost of materials.
Yet, because the house was in disrepair, a huge reduction in rent, the rent was reduced by five-hundred-dollars a month. Nonetheless, even at that much lower monthly rent, my mother needed to have a roommate to afford living there. Having to dip into her savings every month, her unemployment insurance barely covered the rent.
Her daughter worked full time from home, and her sister worked in a low-paying job from home to help with the rent. Now, between the three of them, they could afford the rent. Only, the house needed a lot of cosmetic repairs, paint, flooring, and patching holes.
The accommodations were fine with the three of them but when I returned home after graduating college, I needed a place to live, at least until I found a job. Not looking forward to it but with no place else to live, it was weird returning home to live with my mother, my sister, and my aunt. Sharing a small house with three women with only one, small bathroom was impossibly difficult.
Something that she had grown up doing and had returned to doing now, my mother slept with her forty-two-year-old sister in her bed and in her bedroom. My sister had her own, albeit, very small room, and I slept on an old couch in the living room. Because none of the rooms had doors that we could close, privacy was at a premium. No one had any privacy. I awakened early every morning so that I could use the bathroom in privacy. Once my mother, aunt, and sister got hold of the bathroom, with my chance of using the bathroom again slim, I'd be better off peeing outside or shitting in a bucket.
Very strange, the man who originally owned the house before us removed all of the interior doors. There was only a front door and a back door. Because they were fancy decorated, antique, solid, wood doors with the original, brass hardware, and glass doorknobs and locks, he sold them for a premium price to a company that renovated houses to flip them for a quick profit.
He did the same thing with the antique, light fixtures. He removed and sold whatever of value that he could. Because he sold all of the interior doors, the bedrooms and bathroom didn't have doors, one of the reasons why the house was five-hundred-dollars a month cheaper than an apartment. Not having a door for the bedrooms and/or for the bathroom was tolerable for my mother, my sister, and my aunt, but when I moved in, they needed privacy. Yet, with so many people out of work and/or homeless, grateful for the house that we had and not complaining, at least we had a roof over our heads.
My mother figured that she could buy interior doors and hang them later but after struggling to pay rent, pay ever-rising prices for food, and afford the inflated cost of gasoline, there was never any extra money for anything else. Besides, until I moved in to upset the apple cart of three women living together, there was really no need to spend the extra money for interior doors. Now that I was there, I had a daily show of seeing my mother, my sister, and my aunt in all manner of undress, and they could see me, too.
It wasn't until I saw my mother, my sister, and my aunt dressing and undressing and walking around in their sheer and sexy nightgowns, in their bras and panties, topless, and even naked that I imagined having sex with them. While masturbating myself, I imagined my mother naked and having sex with her. While masturbating myself, I imagined my sister naked and having sex with her. While masturbating myself, I imagined my aunt naked and having sex with her, too.
Never really, sexually attracted to them before, until I was living with them again, I was sexually attracted to them now. Living with them without having the privacy of doors, and with me a young, testosterone filled, horny guy, now, after seeing my mother, my sister, and my aunt in all manner of undress, I imagined having incestuous sex with them. Before going to bed and with me waking up every morning with a woody, I masturbated over having sex with my mother, my sister, and my aunt every morning and every night.
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Yet, other than them walking around in their sheer and sexy nightgowns, in their bra and panties, topless, and/or even naked while I continually masturbated over them and imagined them having sex with me, nothing really happened. I was too afraid to make the next sexual move. This was my mother, my sister, and my aunt. How dare I lust over them? How dare I dream and forbiddingly fantasize of having sex with them?
Then, several months later, on my mother's fortieth-fifth birthday, a big celebration, my aunt and my sister treated her to a night at the CFNM, clothe female and nude male, strip club. With no men allowed to enter, other than the male strippers, I never knew that there were strip clubs for women. Thankfully they took an Uber there and an Uber home because they were all loud, rowdy, and drunk by the time they returned home.
'Hopefully, with them drunk enough, and with their sexual inhibitions gone, this was my chance to have forbidden sex with my mother, my sister, and/or with my aunt,' I thought.
Being stealthily quiet, with them thinking that I was asleep on the couch down the hall in the living room, they made enough noise that I heard them laughing and talking from outside before they even opened the front door. Not getting up from the couch, remaining under the covers on the couch, and pretending that I was asleep, I listened to their drunken conversation. With the three of them suddenly turning into drunken whores, it sounded like they had plenty of sexy fun with the strippers.
"I never stroked and sucked as many cocks," I overheard my mother talking to her sister while sipping a cup of black coffee and while I still pretended that I was still asleep on the couch. "Nearly gagging me, I've never swallowed so much cum," she said with a dirty laugh.
'What? I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My mother stroked and sucked strippers' cocks? She swallowed cum,' I thought while imagining her giving blowjobs. 'She swallowed enough cum to nearly gag her? Seriously? Are you kidding me? My mother is a cocksucker. I don't believe it. I can't believe it.'
Never expecting to hear what I was hearing; I couldn't believe all that my mother was sexually confessing. My mother is a cocksucker. I couldn't believe that my mother is a cocksucker.
Other than imagining her with my cock in her mouth, I never imagined that my mother was a cocksucker. I never imagined her sucking cock. I never imagined her giving anyone a blowjob but me,' I thought. 'A real eyeopener, my mother is a cocksucking whore. I never thought that my mother was a cocksucking whore.'
While becoming even more sexually excited than I was before I overheard my mother confessing that she sucked strippers' cocks, I couldn't believe all that I was hearing. Unable to process it all in my mind, I couldn't believe my mother gave the strippers blowjobs and allowed them to cum in her mouth. Ruining the modest and moral image that I had of my mother, hard for me to imagine her on her knees unless she was praying in church, I couldn't believe that she swallowed their cum.