She stepped closer, placed one hand atop the one on her hip, and slid it back for me. "And how about your tongue? Is it only good with words?"
I immediately thought of the line her daughter said to me just before I went down on her. "I've been told it's good for other things as well, though I'm not sure what," I said.
Aunt Liz glanced over her shoulder at her sister. "Mm-hmm. I'm sure you aren't. Well, maybe we should find out, no?"
"Don't look at me, we didn't get that far," my mother said.
Well then. All out in the open.
"I guess you'll have to show both of us then," Aunt Liz said. She draped one glorious firm thigh over the other side of my chair and sat in my lap, facing me. Then she leaned in as close to my ear as possible, like a stripper at a bar about to take a dollar from your neck. "You've got us all to yourself. Your mom wasn't even planning on waking up your brothers for another two hours, and your sister isn't even home. I hope you've got enough tricks to keep us entertained." Her breath, hot and heavy against my neck, and her breasts pressed against my shoulder, called my staff to attention.
"Oh don't you worry about that. The better question is whether the two of you have the stamina to last that long, or whether you going to call me off early," I whispered back.
Liz gyrated against my now erect cock. "I see. Well I think we're up to the task. Don't forget, you're outnumbered."
Then she leaned back and stood up. Before stepping away from my chair, she raised her negligee up a bit, exposing her shaved sex to me. "I hope your hungry, because breakfast is an all you can eat buffet."
Without standing up from my chair, I lifted her by her hips and sat her down on the kitchen table. Only then did I get up and slide my chair back. "Ravenous," I said.
As I set to work teasing Aunt Liz, kissing her inner thighs and around her labia without ever quite reaching her vulva, mom came around the other end of the table and pulled down Liz's negligee to play with her breasts. They were beautiful. She had pink areola, and eraser-nipples. They had to be D-cups, unlike her daughter.
Her vulva was a beauty to behold as well. Her scent was light, but distinct. Her lips were a little puffy, but still quite tight. Her clitoris was slightly more visible than many women's, standing at attention and commanding respect.
I enjoyed my breakfast, and went back for seconds and even thirds. Aunt Liz enjoyed it as well, particularly the combination of my fingers applying pressure to her G-spot as my tongue worked every bit of her external sex organs. I wasn't quite sure, but I thought she ejaculated a little the third time she came.
"My turn," my mother said, draping one thick thigh on the edge of the table.
Liz climbed of the table, pulled off her negligee, and knelt at my side. As my mother slid across the table, taking up Liz's position, my aunt took my cock into her warm mouth.
I doubted they ever actually compared strategies or anything, but I could almost say I could see where Bridget learned to suck cock. Aunt Liz was even better, and yesterday I would have said that was impossible. It made it quite hard to focus on servicing my mother as skillfully as I had my aunt. I don't think a whole minute went by before Liz was wiping the remnants of my first load from her chin and licking it off her finger. She took me back in her mouth after that, but I found it a little easier to focus on eating my mother's pussy as best I could after that first orgasm.
Feeling a little guilty about the rough start, I took care to bring out every move I knew on my mother. I licked her hood when I thought her clit was getting too much direct attention. I rested my gums on her frenulum, the area between the slit and the clit. I used some fingers inside, some to put pressure on her fourchette, and slowly worked my way up to two fingers in her ass. I licked her inner and outer labia. I took my fingers out and licked her asshole and all up and down her crack. When I sensed she was on the brink of her second orgasm, I took my fingers out of her, gave her clit a few quick licks, and then moved up to her chest.
I kissed around her nipples for a bit, throwing only an occasional furtive flick across them, to tease her. Her breasts were unbelievable. Again, I thought that most guys would probably consider Aunt Liz's body to be just right. At least, speaking of the current, exaggerated forms they both wore. But to me, preferring my women just a touch thicker, my mother's body was better in every way. Her nipples were just a bit bigger than her sister's, the areola quite a bit wider, and the breasts themselves appreciably bigger, if more prone to sagging. I would have to guess they were E or EE. Considering that her waist couldn't have been 26 inches at the moment, that absolutely defied reason. I soon began to work her nipples more, using my hands to tweak whichever one was not in my mouth at the time. Seeing as she was about to cum again before I'd abandoned her pussy, it didn't take much of this stimulation to put her over the top and throw her into another climax. Only then did I put my head back between her luscious thighs.
I couldn't recall the last time I was so thorough about attending to every possible pleasure spot. I couldn't actually count my mother's climaxes, because one rolled directly into the next, and it seemed as though, at the end, she was continually cumming for five minutes.
Liz had stopped sucking me off after I shot a second load against the back of her mouth. She returned with a banana, a cucumber, and a bottle of vegetable oil. "Stay there," she said to my mom. "Paul, I want you to fuck me doggy-style while I entertain your mother."
I certainly didn't need to be asked twice. I came around behind her, fondled her goods for a few moments, then eased my shaft into her wet pussy. I didn't attack her furiously like I did my mother last night. She needed to be able to focus on pleasuring her sister. And I wanted this to last. I didn't want to wear myself, or my aunt for that matter, out in ten minutes. I worked a good, passionate, but controlled pace. Every so often I would slap her ass to watch it jiggle. It didn't ripple the way my mother's had, but it was still a nice sight, and she enjoyed the firm touch.
Meanwhile, Liz had oiled up the banana and was fucking my mother with it while licking her clit. She used her free hand to stabilize herself, pressing it down atop my mother's heaving breasts. My mother, for her part, clung to the table as though her life depended on it with one hand, and pulled her own hair with the other.
I had just begun to wonder why Aunt Liz had grabbed both the cucumber and the banana when she oiled up the cucumber, handed both it and the bottle of vegetable oil to me, and asked me to fuck her ass while using the cucumber as a dildo for her pussy. I was a little bit shocked by it. With all that had happened in the past few days, this was nonetheless the first time I'd ever used vegetables, simulated double-penetration, or had a threesome. That was a lot of firsts at once, to say nothing of the fact that they were all taking place with my aunt and my mother. But the depravity of it excited me, and I quickly agreed.
Liz's ass wasn't quite as tight as I imagined my mother's would have to be, her ass cheeks being appreciably smaller. But it was still tighter than her pussy, which was far from loose. And with the cucumber—a thick cucumber at that—in her pussy at the same time, her hole was even tighter. I almost came, despite having already blown two loads, right away. But I had little left to give. Had I not already gotten off twice, I doubt I would have lasted. As it was, I felt as though I were on the brink of an orgasm, or perhaps even in the early stages of one, pretty much nonstop while I fucked both of my aunt's holes.
After a few minutes, Liz's whole body tensed up. I saw it in her back muscles a moment before it felt it around my shaft. After the orgasm subsided and she relaxed again, she announced it was time to switch positions. Neither I nor my mother protested.
"Lie down on the-" Liz started to say to me.
"Not yet," my mother said, as she was slipping down from the table. She wobbled a bit as she got to her feet, which made her giggle. "I want him to do to me what he just did to you before we both get on top of him."
The two women swapped places. I waited until my mother went to work licking her sister while slipping the banana in and out of her snatch to re-oil the cucumber and slide it into my mother. After a few strokes, I oiled up my thumb and eased it into her ass. I waited for her sphincter to relax a bit more before replacing the thumb with my own hard, thick cock. I did not have the longest piece of meat out there, but it was as thick as three of my fingers, and I had trouble getting it into my mother's backdoor. She was clearly not as accustomed to anal play as my aunt. That, and her cheeks were so much thicker that there was less room to work with. But when I finally got in, we both gasped with pleasure. She froze up, her cheeks tensing just a bit. That alone almost finished me off. They applied every bit as much pressure as I'd previously imagined they would. It was pure bliss. Any tighter a grip, and it would have actually hurt. But as it was, I couldn't imagine a better feeling. And clearly my mother was enjoying what I imagined was her first experience with having both holes filled at once. She either hissed or gasped with each thrust. Her thighs began to shake. She kept chanting, "oh my fucking God," as I fucked her. It was such an incredible sensation, I could barely keep my eyes open. But I forced myself to, because watching her breasts sway with every thrust, to say nothing of the gentle and hypnotic ripples across her backside, drove me even crazier. Having noticed her pulling her hair as my sister fucked her, I managed to find the presence of mind to tug on her mane with enough pressure to add a new sensation without hurting her. This meant I didn't have a hand free to smack her ass, but the way it reacted just to the thrusts of my cock, I figured I could live with the loss.
