Loving Aunt Brooke and my Mother, An evening at home with mum and Aunt Brooke

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My mother slumped down beside us, legs going wide, her gaze on my face.

She played with her folds and sighed, “She’s going to come. You’ve come inside her and she’s riding your cock. God this is wrong. It’s so bloody naughty.”

I looked at my mother and saw her gazing at me, her expression awed, her tone filled with wonder as my aunt’s pussy squelched and farted onto my cock, the gloop sliding out cold and wet on my balls.

“Thank you,” I said into her stare. “I didn’t know I could feel this way.”

My mother’s puzzled frown confronted me. “Why thank me, darling?”

Aunt Brooke was rubbing her clit and riding my cock, mewls of excitement issuing forth when I groaned to my mother, “It never would’ve happened if it wasn’t for you.”

Pausing mid-masturbation, my mother rolled her eyes. She tutted, clicking her tongue against her palette before grinning and saying, “It was obvious you fancied her, Alan. All I did was give a little encouragement.” Her fingers started moving again as she went on to add, “My sister wouldn’t have made any move, but I could tell she was interested. I could see it as plain as day.”

My mother went at her pussy, fingers squeezing a breast, the tips of the grasping digits teasing a teat of elongated flesh while she witnessed the violence of her sister’s orgasmic bliss.

I hung on to my aunt when she went in to the judders and groans. If I hadn’t gripped her waist and held on through the storm there was a very real chance an enthusiastic bounce may have taken her up off my dick where the meaty weight of her downthrust might do some sort of hideous damage to my cock.

“Ooh,” wailed Aunt Brooke when she pulled me in close. Engulfed in her cleavage, I still heard her cry, “It’s nice … It’s sweet … It’s good … I’m coming!”

***

When her orgasm tapered my aunt slid off my lap. Then she lay there sucking in air, sprawled and ungainly, a pearl of jizm at her core.

“Fuck … Jesus … Wow,” gurgled Aunt Brooke. “That was fucking gorgeous.” She grinned and rolled her eyes in an extravagant gesture of appreciation. Looking at me she dabbed at her pussy and fingered the cum. “But look at the mess,” added my aunt. She held up a hand to show her fingers glistening with spunk. “Fuck, Alan, had you been saving it up?”

Beside me, my mother chuckled. “That’s why I put the throw on the sofa,” she said. “He’s always come like a fountain.”

Embarrassed, I asked my mother, “What do you mean? How do you know?”

A laugh blurted out of her before my mother smirked. “Darling,” she purred, brushing the backs of her fingers over my cheek. “I’ve seen it for myself a few times over these past couple of weeks. Don’t forget I’m your mother and have been doing your laundry for twenty years. I’ve tidied your bedroom,” she said, eyebrows arched high. “I’ve found the towels and tissues.”

My mother laughed in amusement when I let out a groan of chagrin. She moved, shifting her bottom against the sofa so she could lean in close. “There’s no need to be embarrassed, Alan,” she told me while staring into my eyes. “It’s normal to wank. I’ve done it, too. I’ve been alone for a long time. I’ve played with myself plenty of times. God,” she sighed with a quick shake of her head, “the filthy fantasies…”

“Did you ever think about fucking Alan?” asked my aunt. “Before all this, I mean.”

I looked at her after she said it, saw her big boobs and the tiny tuft crowning her vulva, the hair she had left down there like a light puff of smoke. She looked beautiful laid out like she was. Used and sullied and sexy. Brooke smiled, eyes bright with enquiry as she looked at my mother, desire for her a resurgent tickle down at my cock.

“Well, yes,” my mother admitted. “Incest has always been a favourite of mine.” She gave a half-shrug, focus going from her sister to me and then returning to Brooke. “I’ve read stories online, even watched a couple of things on a porn site.” My mother paused and glanced at her lap. She let out an embarrassed little chuckle. “I’ve wanked and thought about both of my sons having me at the same time…”

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