Mom's sanity depends on son's potency * Incest * par.1

Incest stories,mom and son, Mom’s sanity depends on son’s potency

“The big four-oh, Uncle Zack,” I said as I handed him his drink.

“Don’t feel a day over thirty-nine … and a half!” he laughed.

To tell you the truth, he didn’t look much older than me, and I just turned eighteen a couple months before.

I knew this birthday party was for both Uncle Zack and my mother—identical twins—but I thought I’d give my uncle the opportunity to tell one of his favorite stories (for the hundredth time).

“I forget,” I said, “who’s the oldest again?”

“Glad you asked, Mikey. I was all set to be born, ready to make my way into the world, when I got a tap on my shoulder and your mother said ‘That’s not very polite!’ So I made a courteous bow, which, in the womb is no small accomplishment, and said ‘Zoey, after you!'”

“Then, why does Mom look a little older than you do,” I laughed. I fought back the urge to tell him how much I hated being called “Mikey.”

“I’ll tell her you said that,” he kidded.

“Errr! Said what?” I laughed. But, in truth, I never wanted my mom to believe I thought of her as anything but beautiful, which she was.

She and Uncle Zack were both tall and muscular and athletic … real twins in all the clichés and stereotypes you can think of—even finishing each others’ thoughts out loud. A real connection. They both had straight black hair with not one gray in the bunch; Uncle Zach had his cut short and parted on the right while my mom had her hair long enough so she could control its swishy path with turns and twirls of her head—making it shine reflected light back to you. (I don’t think she knew she was doing this, but knowing my mom, I wouldn’t doubt she had practiced moves in front of the bedroom mirror.)

Uncle Zack’s good looks even won him a few small parts in some movies I never had seen. That was before he got going in investing and so real good at it and became successful. But, what I’m saying is that’s how good looking he was. Which also says how good looking my mother was.

“Sit next to your uncle for a sec, Mikey.”

“Mom says I have to keep moving and see everybody’s got what they need at the party. Mom’s orders, yanno.”

Mom and Dad had hired a local 3-piece band and tucked them into the far corner of the living room. The female singer played a bass guitar and a guy was on drums. The other guy sand and played an acoustic guitar. I was all set to throw some shade, but they were really good.

Above the sound of “Wonderful Tonight” Uncle Zack said, “Consider it my birthday wish … I want to ask you something.”

So I sat on the couch next to him.

Uncle Zack reached over and cupped the back of my neck and gave a rough “guy” shake that we use instead of a hug, I guess. “I’m proud of you, Mikey. Graduating near the top of your high school class, full academic scholarship, recruited for football across the country. Proud … just proud.”

I guess it meant a lot to have my uncle say that. He wasn’t too generous about the compliments. I stuck out my hand and he took it and we shook while I said, “Thanks. I guess I take after my uncle,” then I laughed. I must have gotten a whole load of Mom’s gene’s because I sure didn’t take after my dad. He was only five-eight and I was already taller than Mom’s five-ten. Not quite as tall as my uncle’s six-two, though, but I was still growing (I hoped!).

I made a motion to get up when he said, “Now I have a question for you.” I settled my weight back down on the cushions. “Take a look around the room. There have to be fifty people packed into your home tonight. Of everybody … who’s prettiest?”

“Mom” sprang into my mind without a nanosecond’s pause, but I judged he wouldn’t want a mama’s boy answer. And he didn’t want Lori, my girlfriend, as an answer. And to tell you the truth, Lori was far from the prettiest.

I looked around the room. Most of the women wore dresses or skirts or whatever. One woman wore tight jeans. Very tight jeans. And a silky short-sleeved green blouse (that matched the color of her eyes) that glided over her breasts as she swayed and turned with the music. She had shoulder-length red hair, and I mean bright natural red, that was a big mass of curls the way that actress that was married to the guy in that religion had when she was younger. She also had light freckles on her face that were placed just right.

And those jeans—those jeans clutched at her butt (the most amazing butt I had ever seen) so that each cheek was defined by their dividing line.

“Auntie Lee,” I answered.

“Auntie Lee,” he echoed. “Good choice. My choice too, if you don’t count your mother.”

If we don’t count her. I agree. I nodded that agreement.

“LEE!” he called out across the noise and the song, the line about how wonderful the guy’s girl was that night. “LEE!” he called again.

That got her attention and she looked over without stopping her solo dance. She turned on an gigantic open-mouthed smile in our direction. Uncle Zack raised his index finger over his head and made circles in the air. She laughed, put her right hand on her stomach and did a series of slow spins while gracefully circling her hips—all accentuating that great ass.

My aunt was sultry wrapped over gorgeous and sugar coated with sensual.

My uncle had met her while she was trying to break into Hollywood. She was another extra-beautiful creature who didn’t get the breaks, unless meeting my uncle was a break.

“Your Auntie Lee. How long have you known her?”

“Seems like forever,” I said without taking my eyes off her motions, her hair, her hips … her ass. “You’ve been married for ten years, and you dated her for a while so I guess I’ve known Auntie Lee since I was six or seven. Real young, anyway. Like forever.”

“And you like her?” my uncle asked. “You’ve always gotten along?”

“Auntie Lee? Oh yeah. Of course. What’s not to like: she’s smart and funny and caring. Yanno … everything.”

I wondered where this was going and why these questions, especially during the party.

“Good … good,” he said. He was always so cool and confident and sure of himself. But he looked like he was hesitating. Then he put his hand on my shoulder, looked to see no one else was near and said:

“I want you to make love to my wife.”

I thought I didn’t hear him right or was being pranked or something. I stayed looking at him for a long time. I didn’t say anything; he didn’t say anything. Nothing was said. For a long time.

Then I heard my mother’s voice from across the room: “MICHAEL! Michael, I told you to keep moving. People need tending. NOW!”

Michael, my full name. Mom only used my full name when she meant business, which usually meant I was in trouble for something. The other time she said “Michael” was when she was in one of her rare moods: a sad one or a happy one or a mushy one … you know.

I got up and turned to leave. Uncle Zack took hold of my arm, got up and whispered, “I want you to fuck your Auntie Lee.”

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I did my “tending” so Mom stayed off my back. And while I tended, I tried to keep my eyes off my Auntie Lee. After what my uncle had said, it was hard to not think of her.

But, I didn’t know what to think. Sure I had thought about fucking her, just like I thought about fucking a million other pretty woman. All while jerking off over the years.

But it was kind of a shock to have your uncle request it. Maybe he was just kidding—seeing how I would react. I think I reacted by looking like when you have to take a dump real bad: kind of worried and uncomfortable without wanting to tell anybody why.

“You’re neglecting me,” Lori said. “Just like you always do.”

Lori always needed lots of attention. She pouted when I didn’t give her enough. The trouble was that my definition of “enough” and hers were a lot different. I thought my definition was the sane one.

“Kinda busy,” I said. “My mother wants me to keep everyone happy.”

“I should be the one you want to keep happy. Remember that. And your mother’s a pain. Remember THAT!”

I started to get mad, but because of being in the middle of a party that was supposed to be happy and fun, I took a couple big breaths instead. Lori was being … well, Lori. I gave her a lot of room for stinky behavior because of her dad. He had died twelve years ago, and I thought it must be tough not to have a good dad around, like I was lucky enough to have.

The other reason I didn’t get mad was because of Lori’s mother. She had walked up at that second and said, “Everything okay here? I’m watching how you treat my daughter.”

Mrs. Branch was NOT a woman any guy could call pretty. Not any guy who didn’t have a white cane and a guide dog, that is. But, for a fifty-two year old widow, she had a body that would have said “twenty-five year old fitness model” to that white-caned guy if he Brailled her. She owned the local dance studio and all that dance teaching must have worked her into Olympian shape. Especially her legs, which were always showing in leotards or dresses (or skirts?). Her calves were just on the right side of being overdeveloped.

And—not that I had noticed over the years—but she had big tits.

I had met Lori when Mom made me take dance classes for three years. I goofed off a lot, and I think that was the start of Mrs. Branch not liking me. Dating her daughter was the other reason she didn’t like me. I secretly thought not having a husband to take care of her in the bedroom didn’t add to her sunny disposition. Lori said she would never date, that her dad was the only man in her life forever.

Mrs. Branch said, “A gentleman would ask a lady to dance. What did I teach you to say, young man?”

She scared me into the programmed response: “Mrs. Branch, this music is so lovely, would you care to dance?” Now that’s something I would NEVER say unless I had been brainwashed into it.

“I’d love to,” she said.

“NO you miserable bitch!” would have been a lot more honest answer for me. Now I had to dance with my girlfriend’s mother. I took her hand (like I had learned in her class) and led her to the dance floor (the cleared living room). The band was playing “It Had To Be You”—at least that’s what they had said.

We danced and I did okay, I guess. Mrs. Branch didn’t give me too many dance instructions, like this was another lesson or anything. Once she said, “You can hold your partner closer. Didn’t I teach you that?” And she got closer—a lot closer. Her tits were pressed up against my chest.

“This way there’s more control,” she explained. “You can move as one.” As we moved as one (gliding and swaying pretty good, I have to admit), a few times our hips, or more accurately our crotches met. She didn’t seem to mind as much as I did.

The song ended and she looked at me expectantly. I remembered my other rehearsed line she had taught: “Thank you for this dance. I’m sure I’ll remember it for a long time to come.”

She gave a little “Hmmph!” and walked away.

I was glad to get back to picking up empty glasses and used plastic plates and clearing stuff, and just keeping busy and my mind off “other things.”

But, “other things” came looking for me.

“What’s a girl gotta do to get a dance with a handsome guy?” she said. “She” was my Auntie Lee. “I saw how well you dance,” she said as she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the middle of the people brave enough to dance. “Now give your aunt some of that.”

That made me think of what my uncle wanted me to give her.

The singer was singing that “Wise Men Say” song that I think Elvis did a hundred years ago. I went to use my standard slow dance method of one hand around the waist and the other holding the girl’s hand, but she just draped her arms around my neck and I adjusted by putting both hands on her narrow waist.

She didn’t dance so much as swayed against me.

I let her.

Auntie Lee was about three inches shorter than Mom which meant she had to look up to me. Look up to me with those green eyes and those freckles and that big halo of curly red hair. And that great smile with those lips …

“What were you two boys cooking up over there?” she asked with a laugh.

“Nothing. Nothing. Believe me!”

“Easy, Mikey! You’re not under oath, yanno! It’s just nice that Zack has you around. It’s been like having a son for him. You know he’s proud of you, and he’s going to miss you now you’re going off to college!” She shook me a little and said, “The big man on campus now!”

She turned up the smile. At the same time the singer was talking about “falling in love” and I almost took it as a hypnotic command.

“I’m going to miss Uncle Zack too. Miss you both. You know I love you … I mean both of you.”

She put her head on my chest and I inhaled her hair—it smelled of roses and fresh air.

Auntie Lee looked up at me and two tears shined in her eyes. “We can’t have kids,” she blurted out. “Tried and tried, but can’t. Now that you’re leaving, it seems to have hit Zack hard. There’s no outlet for all that fatherly stuff he loves to talk to you about.”

“Auntie Lee,” I said.

“Mikey, let me talk for a second. I have to get this out and I feel I have to tell you. Your uncle has a problem that doesn’t allow him to have kids. We’ve tried everything, but it didn’t work. I mentioned adoption, but he said ‘If I raise a kid, I want some of my DNA to be planted there.’ So your going off to school I guess had brought about a crisis in him. And I’m worried. Real worried.”

“Auntie Lee.” That’s all I said and that shows you how creative I am under pressure to make somebody feel better.

“You’ve been so nice, Mikey. It’s just that when I saw you two together there, it made me so happy. You two look like brothers, you look so much alike. I guess I just needed to vent a little. A shoulder to cry on.” She brushed away real tears off my chest. “A literal one,” she laughed … a fake laugh. “Thanks for letting your old aunt get this off her chest. It’s was helpful, even though there’s nothing we can do.”

She reached up with those lips and kissed my cheek. Then walked over to Uncle Zack, who looked at me with a determined stare.

I’m no big problem solver, and I’m no genetic scientist, but given a calculator and a piece of paper and a couple of #2 pencils, I can put two and two together. DNA, my DNA, which is a lot like Uncle Zack’s DNA—he wanted me to plant it. The answer to that calculation was:

Uncle Zack wanted me to get Auntie Lee pregnant!

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The whole party was a success. Full of surprises—no, make that shocks—for me, but a success if you measure the fun everyone had and the real appreciation and celebration people showed my mom and Uncle Zack.

Finally it wound down late (I bet it was after midnight even though I didn’t look at a clock or my phone specifically for the time) and Auntie Lee and Uncle Zack were about to leave … the last ones.

Auntie Lee came up to me and said, “Sorry for adding some extra drama tonight. It meant a lot to me to have someone I could trust to share that with. I know you love your uncle and I felt you should know what he … I really mean ‘we’ are fighting with right at the moment.”

“I wish I could help,” I said before thinking. It was a reflex, some instinct to make somebody feel better, and not—

“Flirting again!” Uncle Zack’s voice piped up behind me.

“What? No! I mean …!”

“Zack! Quit teasing. Can’t I talk with my nephew?” she laughed. “I know he’s so handsome and all, but you don’t have to get jealous!”

Now, she was teasing too.

But she didn’t know the background of what went on earlier between my uncle and me.

“Mikey, don’t forget what we talked about. It has to happen real soon. These things have to be timed just right,” he said and gave me the raised eyebrows, the ones where one person knows and does the gesture to let the other person know he knows you know. I didn’t twitch a facial muscle.

“Now you’re being mysterious, Zack. You know you can’t keep anything from me. I bet I’ll get it out of you by the time we get home.”

“You know, Lee. I bet you will. You’ll know all about what Mikey has planned.”

“Uncle Zack!” I whined as he dragged his wife out of the house. First of all, I hoped he would never tell my aunt what he had told me. Second, if he did tell her, I hoped he told her I had nothing to do with it.

“I’m going to bed!” declared my father as soon as they were out the door.

“Gavin! Look at this place!” Mom said while waving her hands around as if it needed a showcase presentation.

“I’m betting nobody’s going to break in while we sleep and steal all the trash and debris before we can get to it tomorrow. G’night all!”

“Night, Dad.” I don’t think he heard me.

“That man!” Mom fumed.

“I’ll help, Mom. I’m not tired and it won’t take us long to get the big part done. Plus, I’m all wound up from the party and need a little time to keep busy before trying to get to sleep.”

Mom came over and gave me a big, tight, and long hug. Longer than usual. She felt good pressed next to me, my newly-turned-forty-year-old mother.

“That man!” she said again, softer this time. “Mike, I can always count on you to fill in for him when he can’t perform, won’t perform, or ignores his duties.”

I rubbed her back. You could feel how toned and fit she was. I was proud of her and she was proud of her own effort she put in to stay fit.

She broke the clinch and said: “Well, magical elves aren’t going to get this done before sunrise. We are. Let’s move.” Just like Mom when something needs doing—all business.

In less than an hour, the house was back in working order, enough to even please my clean-obsessive mom.

“I didn’t think I could get this done with you getting in the way so much,” she kidded while poking me. “Let have a cold drink to end this beautiful night.

We sat down at the kitchen table with two red plastic cups we had filled from the remnants of the punch bowl before pouring the rest down the sink.

I raised my cup and toasted: “To the most kindest, bestest, lovingest, beautifulest mother in the whole world!”

Mom laughed and raised her cup: “And to her twin brother—may he find some peace in getting his birthday wish—whatever it may be.”

I was hoping she didn’t know what his birthday wish was.

“Peace?”

“Zygosity—twins magic—one egg, one sperm … two babies. Or twins curse … or whatever. We know how each other feel, sometimes what each other think. I’ve tried to talk myself out of it, tried to poo-poo the idea, but I know it’s real.”

“So you can tell what Uncle is thinking?” I hope she didn’t know EXACTLY what he was thinking.

“Not specifically, but I can feel his emotion. And, right now, it’s not hard to guess what that is, because I’m feeling the same thing.”

“Weird, feeling another person’s there like that. Being an only child, I’ve always felt like there’s an empty space that needs to be filled and that other person isn’t there. I guess that’s what every non-twin feels. Right, Mom?”

Mom’s eyes were wide and her face went pale. I could have sworn the cup in her hand shook before she put it carefully on the table.

“You, okay?”

“Just tired and exhausted from the whole day.” She took both cups and emptied them down the sink. End of discussion. Maybe for the best before she got into what Uncle Zack was up to.

“See you in the morning.”

“Happy birthday,” I said to her back.

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The next morning I didn’t remember any of it for a while. Not until the words “I want you to fuck your Auntie Lee” came back to me.

I had been so tired the night before I hadn’t even jerked off to the thought.

Now the only hardon I had was of the “piss” variety. While I was in the bathroom, Mom knocked on the door, “Just talked to your Uncle; he and your Aunt Lee want to see you this morning. I won’t be needing the car, so go when you want. Just be home by noon … I have to bring some things back to the rental office. Okay?”

I hated to talk when in the bathroom. “OKAY!” I yelled.

“You don’t have to be like that.”

“Sorry, Mom.” I wasn’t angry at her; I was nervous about having to face my aunt and uncle and what I may have to tell them to get out of doing anything …weird.

Mom made coffee and I made myself some toast. Dad had already left for golf. He played on the weekends as much as possible.

We sat and didn’t talk for a while. I thought she might still be upset about my yelling, but that wasn’t it.

“Your uncle and I talked for a while this morning,” she began.

Uh-oh. I prayed he didn’t say anything stupid. And by stupid I meant about “fucking” in a way that concerned me … and my aunt.

“We’re both having feelings about your leaving for college. We’re both going to miss you. Not just that you’re gone, but that we’re both going to be left without a child to love and care for.”

“You know, your uncle would have made a great dad. He could’ve been. But, it wasn’t meant to be. It’s hurt him not to be a father. Now, more than ever.”

“He’s always been great to me, Mom. As long as I can remember.” I felt I had to say something, but that something sounded so obvious when I said it.

“Me,” she said, “I guess it’s a little easier because I DID have you for all these years. And, even though your father and I have tried, we never had another. Another to fill …” Mom stopped and dropped her head. She put her hand over her eyes.

“You okay?” I reached out and took her other hand. It wasn’t like my mother to get upset, or even if she did, to show it.

“Last night, something you said. About … about being an only child and how that felt. It reminded me I’ve been meaning to tell you something, something important, for a long time. I’ve put it off and put it out of my mind so often.”

That’s when my phone rang. It was Lori. Mom made a gesture to go ahead and answer. I took a final swig of coffee and said “Hey!” as I got up from the table.

“We have to talk,” Lori said.

“So talk.”

“Not on the phone. In person.”

“Well it would have to be in person if it wasn’t on the phone, wouldn’t it? Or on the computer or telepathically, I guess.” I was being a dick, but I was in a dick mood. And why did everyone want to talk this morning?

“That’s what I don’t like about you, Mikey!”

She knew I didn’t like “Mikey.” She knew it, yet said it.

“I have to see my aunt and uncle first. I’ll be over after that.”

“My aunt and uncle … aunt and uncle,” she taunted in that mocking voice I hated. Then she hung up before I could get all tauntaceous on HER!

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A half hour later I was sitting in my uncle’s driveway. They lived on the other side of town, only a ten-minute trip. I sat there for longer than the trip took. Then I breathed in and out four or five deep and crawled to the front door.

I debated whether to ring the bell or use the brass knocker. I knocked.

Auntie Lee answered the door. She wasn’t smiling. Not at all. She didn’t even talk, just nodded me in.

She walked to the living room, and I followed. Uncle Zack was sitting on the couch and my aunt took a seat next to him. I sat in a stuffed chair facing them both. It wasn’t usually there so they must have moved it for this “meeting.”

“What a great celebration last night!” Uncle Zack didn’t sound down or nervous or worried. He sounded like his old, usual self. A big difference from how I felt—or how Auntie Lee looked. “Friends, well-wishers, family. All hoping the next year will be the best of our lives … you mother’s and mine.”

“Uh-huh.” That was as much emotion I could put into agreeing with him.

“I got to thinking: what would make this coming year the best one of my,” he reached out and took my aunt’s almost-unwilling hand, “the best one of OUR lives? You know what my answer was?”

I think that was one of those questions where the guy asking it doesn’t want you to butt in, so I didn’t.

“My answer was this: finally it was time for us to have a baby! Your aunt has always wanted a baby; I’ve always wanted a baby. So, why don’t we have a baby already?”

I made a little motion with my hands when he waited, almost like he wanted me to answer this one. Almost.

“SPERM!” His volume startled me, and Auntie Lee. “Sperm. It’s all over the place. Billions of people are born because of it. So, what’s the problem? Answer: my sperm. My sperm no good. The sperm with my DNA—no good. And, I hope you don’t think I’m being picky just because I want my son or daughter to have some shred of my DNA in them.”

I gave a “no” shake of my head.

“So where do I find some sperm with my DNA?”

“Me?” It was the first word I said since I got there and even that was barely audible.

Uncle Zack smiled at his wife. Both she and I didn’t smile. “See, I told you he was smart. It’s in the DNA. That’s why I want it. Mikey, that’s why I want your sperm to go from there,” and he pointed to my crotch, ” to here.” And he pointed between my aunt’s legs.

“Zack, you can’t ask—”

“I CAN ask!” he cut her off. “And I can beg. I’m asking first.”

I had never seen my uncle vulnerable. He was always the one in control. This made me uncomfortable in ways I never thought of before.

“You’re putting pressure on him. Can’t you see that. He shouldn’t have to answer to you—to us. He’s got his whole life starting brand new. Don’t do this, Zack. I don’t want you to beg, but I’ll beg. I’ll beg you not to make Mikey say ‘no’ … or say ‘yes’ even. He shouldn’t have to.”

“There’s no pressure, Lee. None at all. He doesn’t have to make a decision now. You don’t ovulate until tomorrow right? We’ve got all the fuckin’ time in the world!”

That was the first time I ever heard my uncle get mad or swear.

“You calm down,” she said. “Come on, Mikey; let’s go for a walk. And talk.” She stood up and took my hand, pulling my frozen body out of the chair. “And you,” she pointed at my uncle, “you calm down.”

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They lived right next to a field the town kept mowed. We walked across that without talking and then took a broad path through a patch of tall trees. Mostly pine and oak, I think.

“He’s a good man,” she said.

“Really good,” I said.

“The best man I know—have ever known. That why I’ve stayed with him; that’s why I’ve been faithful to him since the day I met him. Now almost thirteen years.”

“He told me last night, but I kinda didn’t understand, but understood,” I said. “Does that sound stupid?”

“It would,” she laughed a half-hearted laugh. “It would if I hadn’t felt the same way. He told me last night too. Told me his plan.”

“So just to be real clear, Uncle Zack wants me to … to—”

“He wants you to get me pregnant. To impregnate me.”

“And not by a, like a donation?”

“No, not by artificial insemination. By the old fashioned method. You have to understand what a prideful man your uncle is. That’s a weakness and a strength of his. He goes the extra mile to do things others can’t because of it. But, it can get in the way too.”

“Like now.”

“Like now because he wants the world to think the baby is his. And the world WOULD think that because you look so much like him. The child couldn’t help look like me, of course, but also like him. You are a perfect match.”

“So, you’re on board with this,” I said and stopped to look at her. She turned to face me and the sun filtered down through the trees and leaves and reflected off her red curls, making them light up in places.

“Yes and no. The yes part is wanting a baby, wanting it so much it makes me cry myself to sleep some nights. The no part is making you do something that will change you, change your life. That isn’t fair to you.”

“And … the sex part?” I said.

“I told you. I’ve been faithful to your uncle every day, every hour, every minute, and happily so. That streak would end. But, if I could get pregnant …”

“And you wouldn’t be freaked out it was, yanno … me?”

“Next to your uncle, YOU are the only man I would want it to be. Mikey, I’ve known you almost your whole life, and I want you to know I love you. Love you so much. So proud of you. I would love to have a son or daughter just like you.”

“That means a lot, Auntie Lee, it really does.” She had never said anything like that before, even though I had felt it over the years.

“Now,” she said, “on the other side of things, would YOU be freaked out? You know I’m twenty years older than you, probably an old lady to you. And, I am your aunt, even though we’re not related by blood.”

I didn’t want her to think I thought it was gross or anything. “NO! I think you’re beautiful and crazy smart, and … sexy too.”

She laughed and put her hands on her hips. “Sexy, huh? Say! You never … yanno, while thinking of me?” She laughed again.

“Am I under oath?” I said. And we both laughed.

“The other big thing is that you would be becoming a parent. You’d never have to worry about taking care of the child in any way. You know we’d do all that. Your uncle is rich you know! And, on the other hand, you could see your child as much as you wanted, any time you wanted. You could bet on that.”

I nodded. It made sense. They would be great parents. I don’t know what kind of parent I would be.

“The only thing is, the one thing you would have to remember is that no one else, other than me, you, and your Uncle Zack could ever know the truth. Everyone must think it’s Uncle Zack’s baby.”

“Yeah. Of course. That’s what this is all about,” I reasoned out loud.

We had kept walking and made it all around a big circle and were in sight of their house again.

“I’m glad we had this talk,” she said. I was so confused and angry and scared. All at the same time. This really cleared my head and made it easier for me to say this to you Mikey: it’s up to you.”

“So, you’re okay with it?”

“I wasn’t until our walk,” she said. “Now, I’m completely comfortable with whatever you say.”

We walked into the house. Uncle Zack was in the kitchen. “Sorry about before,” he said. “Mikey …”

“I’ll do it, Uncle. I’ll do it.” I didn’t know I was going to say that until I said it.

My uncle looked shocked. Auntie Lee had a look of surprise on her face that turned real happy and she ran over and hugged Uncle Zack. He picked her up and whirled her around.

They were happy. I was happy for them, but nervous and kind of scared too.

He put her down and said, “Okay, Mikey. Three things: tomorrow’s the day, the day your aunt is most likely to get pregnant. Two—no spillin’ the seed! I don’t have to tell you what that means, do I? Actually, how long has it been, because you want as much in the reservoir as possible?”

I was embarrassed now, especially in front of my aunt. “No problem. Days,” I said. “That’s two. And number three?”

“I want to be there holding my wife’s hand when she conceives our baby.”

****************************

The whole walk and everything took about an hour.

That gave me plenty of time, in fact too much time for Lori. I got there at about eleven.

We had been going out for about a year, and I think now that we graduated and were getting ready to go to separate schools, we both felt things were winding down for us. Her mother’s constant bitching and nagging didn’t help either. The ugly, old bat.

“You treated me like shit last night, yanno,” she said. And, that was when she opened the door.

“Lori, I told you I was going to be busy. Why didn’t you just help me out and learn how to be a good hostess. My mom says—”

“My MOM! My MOM!” she said in that voice (you know the one).

“Why are you being like this?”

“YOU’RE the one being like … something! Not me. Don’t blame me. You started this whole thing by not paying attention to me. I’m supposed to be the most important person in the whole world to you, like you told me a million times.”

Maybe I did say something like that. At the time, it probably seemed true to me. Maybe I really felt it, or maybe I was trying to pry a rare handjob out of her. I only asked for a blowjob once, and got nowhere.

“And you are!” I said. But it sounded a lot like a lie wrapped up in a whine. A lie even I could recognize.

Now the pout. This was the pout with the arms folded, doubly hard to negotiate her out of. This is where she usually made me beg or crawl or confess or plead.

This was the wrong day for that. I had actually been involved in more important things that morning. And I had actually been talking to a SANE woman about making joint decisions, a woman who actually valued my thoughts and opinions.

This was the wrong morning to be testing me.

“Maybe we should just break up,” I said, surprising myself.

“What? No! Mike!” she said in a bewildered, ambushed voice. She started crying and ran up to her room. The door slam cracked through the house.

Mrs. Branch came rushing out of the bathroom. She had on her dance leotard, skin tight blue with white stocking. If not for her face (which showed its age, and did I say she was ugly?) she looked like a female athlete who just graduated college. Especially her legs. And her tits, which were just-right big.

“What did you do to Lori. Are you being cruel again, young man.”

She used “young man” to intimidate. It worked in the past, but not today. And, in my estimation, I had never been cruel to Lori.

“Lori’s too sensitive, if you ask me.”

“Who are you to judge my daughter? Do you know what you need, young man?”

I didn’t wait for her to lecture me. All the tension of the morning caught up with me and I let go:

“I don’t care what you think I need. You know what you need? You need a guy to let some of that mean out of you. You waltz around in that outfit and you are so proud of that dancer’s body you have. What you need is some guy to have the courage to want to see you without that body stocking. See you naked. You need some guy to appreciate what you have and then let some of that energy you have stored up out by letting you feel like a woman again and not just a widow and mother and dance dictator.”

“How dare you talk to me like that. It’s my business and my business alone that I choose to honor my dead husband. No one can take his place. Remember that!”

I was using all the ammunition Lori had whined to me over the past year about her mother. All the intimate details her mother had complained to her about.

“It’s not honoring him if you just let yourself boil down and dry up into some frustrated old lady before your time and take it out on everyone else. Including Lori. And including me.”

“You have no right to talk with me that way, or my body, or my sexual choices.”

“Maybe it’s time you MADE some sex choices—like to have some before it’s too late. Use that thing,” I said and waved at her body from toe to head. “Even I admit it’s gorgeous. And I know you don’t like me, and because of that—I don’t like you.”

“You’ll have some respect for your elders. I’m three times your age, remember!”

My parting shot was: “That doesn’t make me not wonder what you look like naked, like I have a hundred times already this year.”

As I closed the outside door, she called out: “I’m telling Lori what you said … and your mother!”

Great. This was going to be an interesting twenty-four hours.

***************************

The next morning, Uncle Zack called Mom and told her he was picking me up for lunch and then we were going to throw the ball around a little. She thought that was a great idea, a nephew and uncle getting some guy time in before he leaves for college.

“And,” Mom said, “I got a call from Lori’s mother.”

Uh-oh!

“She said Lori got upset yesterday when you two argued and she’s being impossible. And she refuses to call you. So, could you be the bigger person and call Lori?”

“That was it?”

“It what?” Mom asked.

“Was that all Mrs. Branch said?”

“Pretty much. Some stuff about the party. Polite remarks. You know her.”

I guess I didn’t quite know her.

“Thanks, Mom.”

I called Lori and after I did a little groveling (way less than usual) we were back together again. Someone sang once that breaking up is tough. It was, even though it was the right thing to eventually do. I ended our conversation with:

“And what did your mother say?”

“About what?”

“About me,” I said. I got the distinct feeling Mrs. Branch had kept our dustup private.

“Oh, she said she bet you’d call. She was in a weird mood. Kinda helpful.”

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“Ready for the big day?” Uncle Zack asked, a big smile shooting towards the windshield as he drove us to his house.

“I’m real nervous,” I said. You would have thought I’d be all excited to try and make a baby the old-fashioned way with my gorgeous aunt. But: it was my aunt, we were making a baby—and Uncle Zack was going to be watching. That’s a formula for nervous in any religion.

“Natural, I guess. I’ve never been nervous fucking. Especially beautiful women. Now, an ugly woman, you may be nervous at first, but, once you get her warmed up, she’ll fuck you longer, harder, with more energy, and with more gratitude and explosive cum power than any gorgeous woman can muster. Remember that.”

“Good to know,” I said. If this was a pep talk, it wasn’t working … much.

“Your aunt is nervous too. It’s been a long time for her, a long time since she was with another man and she really hates having to do this because she’s so faithful to me. But, she knows it’s for the best reason possible, and that it’ll be over fast. It’ll be over fast, right? I mean: plop, plop, fizz, fizz—in and out and leave the gizz!”

He laughed and poked me with his elbow. I gave an unconvincing fake laugh.

All of a sudden, he looked concerned. “This isn’t your first time, is it? I wouldn’t want this to be taking your virginity. Wait, on second thought, why would that be so bad?”

“Not my first time,” I said sullenly. I hadn’t got close to doing it with Lori, even after a whole year. Debbie (my previous girlfriend) and I got about halfway in when her parents showed back up at home when they were supposed to be out all evening. I wore that damned rubber for an hour before I said goodnight to them all. So I had made my way into a pussy, a little, but had never cum inside a pussy. So technically I was only a little bit a virgin still.

“Remember, don’t make your aunt get uptight; she needs to be relaxed to let all her chemicals work just right to make the magic happen.”

“Got it,” I said.

“And remember, this isn’t like those porn movies you’re watching on your computer. Sighing and moaning and shrieking and talking and yelling—your aunt is very subdued, even with me, who knows all her secret buttons. If you want, someday I’ll teach you a few tricks with the ladies.”

“Uncle Zack, I think we’re both just going to want to get this over with and done, and know we did as best as we could to make a baby for you.”

“Well said. That’s the spirit!”

“One question.”

“What’s that, Mikey m’boy?”

“Do you really have to be there, I mean, in the room while we do this. It’s kinda a private thing, isn’t it?”

“In a normal case, sure. But, you have to admit, this isn’t normal. There are three reasons for me being there. One: your aunt would be way too jittery without me there to calm her down and keep her reassured. Two: I want to be touching the mother of my child—and I DO consider this MY child—while it’s being conceived. And three: I want to be there for you if you start losing your confidence … or don’t know where to put it!”

He laughed for a good fifteen seconds before repeating “don’t know where to put it!” Then he laughed some more.

“Good one, Uncle Zack,” I said without any enthusiasm. I looked out the side window the rest of the trip.

******************************

Hi, Mikey,” Auntie Lee said.

“Hi, Auntie Lee,” I said. We sounded like we were in church (or at a funeral).

She gave me a little hug and patted my back lightly. Her green eyes were serious and a little squinty. I can only imagine what expression I was wearing. It wasn’t a smile, I’m sure.

She had on a green satin robe that came to about her knees. From the outline of her breasts, I guessed she was naked under it.

“Mikey, you want a drink? A real drink to take the edge off—or you good?” my uncle asked.

“I’m good,” I said. “I want to stay sharp.”

They both laughed, Auntie Lee, in spite of herself. I didn’t think I had said anything funny. It was good to see her smile. I hoped she would look back on this day (if she got pregnant) and be able to smile about it.

“Any questions?” Uncle Zack looked at me, then at Auntie Lee. We shook our heads. “Okay, so here’s how it’s going to go: your aunt keeps her robe on and opens it enough for you to deliver the message. You can leave your shirt on—or not—I want you to control that part.”

“I can take my pants off?”

“Yeah, Mikey, the zipper could get a little rough on your aunt.

“Zack, we talked about this. Be nice.”

“I was kidding,” he said. “Don’t you know when I’m kidding?”

I waved my hand around the living room and asked vaguely: “Where?”

“Not the couch, not the floor, not the kitchen table … the bed. We’re going to the bedroom. Like normal people.”

Now I laughed. “Normal people” wouldn’t be doing this.

“Let’s go. Main event,” Uncle Zack said.

We followed him to the bedroom. The afternoon sun slanted through the two side windows and spotlighted the bed. The covers and top sheet had been pulled down.

There was a chair pulled up to the near side of the bed. Uncle Zack pointed to it and said, “I’ll be sitting there.”

“So you’re not going to—”

“Be on the bed? NO! That would be weird.”

Again I laughed. I was the only one who thought that was funny.

“Honey, bedtime!”

Auntie Lee slowly crawled up on the bed and lay down with her feet together. She adjusted the robe to cover up as much as possible for as long as possible.

“Oh, by the way, the camera’s over there on the bureau.” Uncle Zack pointed.

“You’re recording this? No way!”” I said.

“Camera shy? Don’t be. And just don’t look at the camera. Pretend it’s not there.”

“Why do you need that?” I said. I wondered if they heard the panic in my voice. Didn’t they suspect I might not want a video of me fucking my aunt floating around?

“For posterity. And, so I have a record of the event. That you were here, and that I was here, participating, being there for my child right from the beginning,” he said, dead serious.

Then he pointed and said, “Your turn. Lose the clothes.”

“Right now?”

He just pointed. And I slid out of my sneakers and then pulled down my running shorts, leaving me in just my boxers.

He pointed again and I dropped my drawers.

“Whoa! Little Mikey is all grown up! Look at that, Sweetums! Your nephew was hiding his talent where nobody suspected.

Auntie Lee’s eyes were on my penis. I really didn’t know how big it was. But, it was bigger than anybody else in physical ed or anybody on any of the athletic teams.

“Zack, I don’t know.” There was a quaver in Auntie Lee’s voice.

“No problem, Lee. You’ll see. Mikey, now is where you go to work. Get that thing angry.”

But, angry it wouldn’t get. Not even perturbed or annoyed. No amount of willing or stroking would interest it. My penis, the thing that I wished a thousand times in school wouldn’t bulge through my pants, wouldn’t cooperate.

“Hurry up, Mikey,” Uncle Zack finally said.

“I dunno … with you watching … I dunno,” I kind of whispered and whined.

Auntie Lee gracefully got off the bed and took Uncle Zack’s hand. “Outside for a few minutes.”

“What? No! I want to be here from start to finish.”

“Zack, if you don’t give him some privacy, the start WILL be the finish. Nothing will happen and it will only get worse as time goes on and the pressure increases. De-escalate. Go out, close the bedroom door, and I’ll call you when we’re ready. This should be easy, believe me.”

She pulled my uncle from his “seat of honor” or “seat of voyeurism” in my opinion. He headed for the door and said, “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” which made no sense to me. He closed the door, with him on the good side, the outside.

“Thanks, Auntie Lee, maybe that’ll help.”

She leaned close like she was listening to me and then said, “Oh … the camera too? Okay, we’ll turn it back on when you’re ready.” She walked over to the bureau and turned the camera off.

Then she said in a whisper, “Mikey, your uncle is really jealous so I don’t want the camera on while we do this part. I know you’re nervous, but I have some ways to relax you. And, another thing, while we’re doing it, I don’t want your uncle to think I’m doing anything but playing my role and doing my duty. So, I’ll just be as still as possible. You just do YOUR thing. That’s the important part. Understand?”

“Yeah,” I said while still trying to break the suspended animation spell between my legs. It wasn’t budging. “Sorry, I’m so sorry. I don’t think this is going to work.”

“Stop what you’re doing, and relax. This is going to work fine. Sit on the edge of the bed and take a few deep breaths and look at me.”

I did and Auntie Lee stood about a yard away from me. “Did you ever wonder what I looked like naked?” she asked.

I had wondered what every woman looked like naked, but I said, “No! Well maybe. Okay, sure.”

She slowly pulled at the tiny, neat bow holding the sash of her robe together. It came loose and the robe fell apart a little. She took the lapels and pulled them wide … slowly.

I was looking at two perfectly shaped tits with light pink nipples—and a flaming red, neatly-trimmed bush.

“If you wondered also if I was a real redhead, now you know.” She smiled at me. She shrugged the robe off and it slid to the floor. She came closer and said, “Here, you can get a better look.” Then she turned, and for the first time, I saw her ass, her naked ass, her perfect ass, her perfect naked ass. And it was even better than I could have hoped for.

“Auntie Lee,” I whispered. “You’re so beautiful.”

“You know you have a great, big dick don’t you? And talk about beautiful, you have a beautiful cock. But it just needs a little help. You’d like some help, wouldn’t you? Some help from your Auntie Lee? You don’t mind if I don’t put my robe back on while I help, do you?”

I hoped she wasn’t expecting answers, because I couldn’t give any.

She took hold of my knees and spread them apart. Then she knelt between them.

My cock had started to move. It was saying hello to my aunt.

And that was before she reached out and wrapped the fingers of her right hand around it. “Oooh! This thing is something. I think it’s starting to recognize its auntie. It’s starting to want to meet her pussy, her tight pussy.”

From my perspective, she was telling the truth. Her hand began a gentle tug up and down. Her words and her actions were working some magical spell that was breaking the curse of my limpness. What had been impossible a few minutes before was now inevitable. I was almost completely hard.

“Mikey, you can never tell your uncle about how we did this. We’ll say you were able to do it on your own, okay?”

I nodded.

She continued to jerk me slowly. “Oh my God! This thing is huge. And so thick!”

She wasn’t looking at my face any more. All her attention went to the head of my penis. Except when she looked at her hand pulsing in repetition. Then she changed her grip, slid her right hand down to the base and circled her other hand above it. There was even a little space between them.

She laughed and with a surprised face said, “Both hands! Both! AND … I can’t even get my fingers all the way around it. It’s thicker than my wrist!”

The constant tugging had started my juices flowing. The tip of my cock oozed out a shiny, clear liquid. It ran down and covered her index finger.

Now that I was completely hard, I thought she was going to stop, but instead she said, “You’re getting my hand all messy. You don’t mind if I clean it up, do you?”

That was another of those unanswerable questions.

Cleaning, it turned out, meant that my beautiful aunt, my naked aunt leaned forward and stuck out her tongue and licked her finger. The one soaked with my precum. then that same tongue dragged itself up along my shaft until it got to the head of my cock.”

“Auntie Lee!” I said.

She looked into my eyes with her green ones and swirled her tongue around the head of my cock. I saw her take her tongue back into her mouth and then swallow. “Mmmmm,” she hummed.

My aunt, my own aunt had tasted my precum and swallowed it. Wow!

Then she directed my cock toward her face, looked at it for a second, and opened her mouth. She slid that mouth over about three inches of my now rock-hard cock—and sucked. Not hard. Just right.

“Like that?” she asked after she slipped her lips off. I guess talking was another use of her sucking mouth.

My answer was to put my hand on the back of her red head and guide it again to my cock. For the next thirty seconds, that red head was bobbing on my penis as I started gyrating my hips to feed more and more into her mouth.

My Aunt Lee was giving me a blowjob! I couldn’t believe it.

She pulled away and said, “I think you’re ready for what your uncle called the main event. But, now that I see the size of that, I’m not ready. I’ll need some lub before you try to stuff that home.”

She stood up, went to the nightstand, opened the drawer and pulled out a tube. She squirted something into her hand, turned away from me, hunched a little, and I could see she was painting her crotch with her fingers. She wiped her hand with some tissues and threw them away.

She calmly walked to her robe, put it on, tied it, went to the camera and started it … and got back onto the bed.

“Ready?” she said.

I looked at my cock. I’d be ready for the next week after that.

“ZACK!” she called.

A few seconds later, Uncle Zack came in the door. “Look what we have here,” he said, pointing at my erection. “Who wooda thunk! What about THAT, Sweetums?”

Auntie Lee just shrugged.

“How did you get this to happen?” I think there was a little suspicion or accusation in my uncle’s voice.

“He just had to relax, and voilà—teenage horniness!” she lied. It was a lie I would defend forever.

“Positions everyone,” he directed. He got in his chair, Auntie Lee lay flat on the bed with her knees bent, opened the bottom of her robe and opened her legs in a ninety-degree angle (give or take a few degrees).

I didn’t need a geometry lesson to tell me my position was inside that angle, and inside that pussy. That red-haired pussy. I crawled up and got my hard cock close.”

“Guide him in, Lee.”

“Go easy, Mikey. At first go easy.” She wrapped her hand around my penis, brushed it up and down a few times, and wedged it against the dark pink of the opening of her vagina.

At that point it fully dawned on me: “I’m going to fuck my aunt!”

“Okay,” she said.

I pushed forward and watched the head of my cock squeeze into the opening expanding to accommodate it.

“Uh,” she whispered.

I pulled out to the tip and then back in. About three inches of shaft disappeared. She bit her lip and was silent this time. Back out and then more than halfway. Then out, and all the way in.

My aunt’s head pushed back hard into the pillow, and her face showed a grimace.

“Wait, wait,” she said and put a hand on my chest to stop me.

After a few moments of deep breathing, she said one word, the last word she would say during this. She said: “Okay.”

I’d like to say I lasted a long time, but that would be just about the biggest lie of my life.

I was all the way inside a tight pussy for the first time. Inside the tight pussy of a beautiful woman. Inside the tight pussy of a woman more than twice my age. Inside the tight pussy of my own aunt!

I remember going faster and faster and hearing my uncle say” “Go deep! Go deep as you can when you cum!”

If I said I lasted more than a minute, I’d be bragging.

I looked once at Auntie Lee’s face. It was all scrunched up and she had her eyes squeezed shut. She was breathing in little quiet pants through clenched teeth.

I felt my cock get even harder, and it seemed ready to explode. What did explode was my cum. It exploded deep inside my aunt. I held still as I pumped all I had into her hot pussy.

I groaned, “Aaaaaah!” each time I felt my cum shooting out. I must have done that at least five times.

Then I was done. My cum was inside a woman. That woman was my uncle’s wife, my aunt.

I started to get off her, but my uncle said, “Stay still. Mikey, stay still and let it all settle in there for a minute.”

I was more than happy to stay inside my aunt, but I had to let all my weight rest on her. I was too exhausted to hold myself up. I swear I could have fallen asleep if given the chance.

But, I wasn’t given the chance. After a while, Uncle Zack said, “Party’s over, Mikey. Grab your clothes and go get cleaned up in the bathroom. I’ll be out in a while and give you a ride home.”

“As I sloppily pulled out, Auntie Lee grabbed my arm and said, “Thank you, Mikey. We did our best.”

In the bathroom, I took a piss and then washed up. I looked at my face in the mirror and said, “Your cum is inside Auntie Lee!” Like I couldn’t believe it. And, in a way, I couldn’t.

I waited in the living room for about ten minutes, then Uncle Zack came out. “Let’s go,” he said, like not too happy, but not really mad, but almost mad maybe.

“Can I say goodbye to Auntie Lee?”

“No! She’s resting. Leave her alone.”

The ride home was mostly silent until the end. Then Uncle Zack asked,” So what happened when you were alone with your aunt?”

I’m not stupid. Well, maybe sometimes a little stupid, but even I knew to be careful around a guy who’s just seen his wife fucked by another guy. I figured that can send you a little nuts even when you didn’t think it would.

The truth was definitely not the right strategy, so I went the making up stuff route.

“I told her I was so nervous and that even the camera made me nervous, so she turned it off. She told me I had to calm down and that it would be all right. I told her I didn’t want to disappoint you because you’ve been so good to me for so long and that I knew you’d be one of the best dads in the whole world and I didn’t want to mess up the chance for that.”

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He didn’t say anything, but maybe nodded a little.

“She told me to close my eyes and use my hand and try not to think of anything except maybe Lori and the best time we ever had getting me excited. That worked after a few minutes, and I was ready.”

“Did she say anything about your equipment?”

I didn’t want to get into that whose dick is bigger thing. “No. Just to go easy.”

He nodded, and we arrived at my house.

He kept the car running. I said, “You coming in … see Mom?”

“Not in the mood to see Zoey today. Soon though. I’ve got some important things to talk to her about. Maybe your father too. Gotta get back and tend to your aunt.”

“Okay, Uncle Zack.”

When I went to get out of the car, I felt his hand on my shoulder. He offered that hand to me and I shook it. “You did good, kid. You did.”

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“That didn’t take long,” Mom said when I got in the house.

“Wuddaya mean?” I said defensively. Too defensively. I was filtering her statement through my short sexual performance.

“I just thought you’d be over there longer,” she explained.

“We got done everything quicker than we thought, that’s all. And Auntie Lee got tired and had to lay down for a while.”

“Was she trying to keep up with you guys?”

“I was trying to keep up with her! She was working in the bedroom.” I was having fun knowing something my mom didn’t.

“Funny your uncle didn’t come in. I’ve been getting a strange vibe from him lately. I don’t like it.”

“He said he’s gotta talk to you and maybe Dad too soon.”

I looked at my mom and thought to myself: “You just had sex with a woman about her age. About the same age as your mother.”

“I’ll be in my room,” I said.

“You had lunch, right?”

Even though I was starving, I didn’t want to say, “No, I had sex instead of lunch.” So I said, “All set.”

I was in my room, almost dozing off when my phone rang. It was Auntie Lee.

“Hello.”

“You fucked me. You fucked me good.” She laughed and there was music in it. Happiness maybe.

“Did I?”

“You certainly did what you came over here to do. You filled me up—in more ways than one—more than I’ve ever been before. I’m sure of that. I’ve had to change my panties twice. And that’s just what’s leaking out. I’m sure I’ve never been so overflowing with cum. And now that it’s over, I’m glad it’s your cum that’s inside me.”

“That makes me feel good. You don’t know how nervous I was. That I couldn’t, yanno, measure up.”

“Oh, you measured up all right. In fact, did you ever actually measure that thing of yours? That monster cock made your uncle nervous. You know how guys are. He asked me a ton of questions, but luckily, I know how jealous he can get. So I passed the test.”

“He asked me questions too.”

“Whatever you told him made a world of difference. He was a changed man when he got home. Even went out for pizza now. Oh—you never got lunch, did you.”

“What I got was better than any lunch I ever had. I’ll never forget it.”

“Awww! You’re soooo sweet. Glad your old aunt didn’t disappoint you.”

“When will you know? About …?”

“Yeah. The end result. That’s what this was all about, wasn’t it? Should be about three weeks. Should be. I’ve got a good feeling. I’d be so excited to be a mom. I hope I’m as good a one as your mother.”

“You’ll let me know? When you find out for sure?”

“Mikey, I’ll let the father of my baby, of our baby know. Yes. Yes, I will.”

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Lori had a summer job as lifeguard at the town public pool. Although I didn’t like to visit her there, she pouted (of course) if I didn’t visit her at least once on her weekend shift. She felt she was missing out on weekend fun when she had to work a Saturday or a Sunday.

Two weeks after my rendezvous with Auntie Lee, I showed up at the pool and Lori frantically waved to me from her lifeguard chair.

“My phone!” she yelled. And she made the pantomime “phone sign” too just in case I didn’t hear her or understand. “My phone!” she said again when I got closer.

Nothing was more important to Lori than her phone. I was way down the list, so it wasn’t even close with me. I understood that. My first thought was that she lost it, my second was that it fell into the pool.

Both of those options were of Pompeii-like proportion in the disaster department of Lori’s life.

“I left my phone at home,” she hyperventilated when I got close enough.

“You don’t really need it for the next five hours, do you. You can’t use it while you’re supposed to be watching these kids swim. So relax, Lori.”

“I NEED my phone. Oh—you wouldn’t understand, would you? Like usual. I should have known. YOU have your phone, right?”

“Yeah, but I’m not working, and—”

She extended her hand from on high in the Lifeguard’s chair. “Phone!”

“What if a kid gets in trouble while you’re on the phone?”

“They’ll be in less trouble than you will be if you don’t give me your phone for a minute. Just a minute. Is that too much to ask? After ALL I do for you?”

I didn’t have the mental capacity to figure out WHAT she was doing for me besides being a royal pain in the ass. Breaking up with her was getting easier and easier than staying with her. The tipping point was tipping.

But—I handed her my phone. She punched in a few numbers and said: “Mom! I forgot my phone on the bathroom sink. Mike is coming right over to pick it up!”

She handed my phone back to me. “See. No casualties. Sometimes, if I didn’t know better, I’d think you think I don’t know what I’m doing.”

Did she just volunteer me to go see her mother—alone? As in alone so I could get lectured? Lori cleared up my question with three words:

“Phone. Go. Now.” She withdrew her attention from me, blew her whistle and screamed: “NO RUNNING! NO RUNNING!”

It was almost nice to have her angry attention on someone else. Poor kids.

On the drive over to her house, I thought of all the things I should have said to her. Some were real clever. Of course I didn’t think of them until I got in the car. I made a promise to myself to blurt out something I thought of without holding back the next time.

I rang the doorbell and that face, her mother’s face opened the door and said two words: “Kitchen table.”

Wouldn’t it have been easier to just hand it to me? I walked in and she shut the door.

I was going to grab the phone and slip out the back door and circle around the house and escape. But, Mrs. Branch had followed and stood there with arms folded when I picked up the phone.

I held it up as a prop and said, “Better get this right back to Lori. You know how she is without her phone.”

“I’m waiting,” Mrs. Branch said.

“Waiting?”

“For your apology. You were very disrespectful the last time you were here. Admit you crossed the line.”

I was ready to blurt. Lori had already gotten me to another line—the blurting line.

“I was only giving my opinion. Don’t I have a right to my own opinion?”

“Not where it comes to judging your elders. Remember, I’m three times older than you are.”

She was fifty-two, so not quite, but close. I wasn’t going to argue math with her. That age thing stuck with her as some sort of right of superiority for some reason.

“I just told the truth as I see it,” I blurted. “My opinions. That’s all. Where was I so wrong: that you probably need some male attention? some male appreciation? that you have a great body? Deny that one! You know you do. So I recognize that and said it. Does that make me wrong?”

“That’s disrespectful from someone your age.”

“I don’t see why. Those are my private thoughts. To wonder what you look like naked. Because it would be so awesome to see what you’ve got hiding under all those tight clothes. I can see perfectly your shape. But I wonder if you would look as sexy without your clothes.”

“Get out. Get out now.”

But, I wasn’t done. “And I don’t know how much time I spent trying to guess what size those big boobs are. I bet—”

“36C.”

“What?” I was jolted out of my blurt.

“36C. Full C to be precise. Now you don’t have to waste any more of your time wondering.”

She opened the door and I went out. I looked back at that face and said, “Now I only have to wonder what 36 full C feel like.”

“I’m calling your mother and telling her.”

“Tell her what? That I’m curious about a woman’s great body?”

She slammed the door.

In the car I thought about why I said what I said. Maybe I was looking for a way out with Lori, and getting her mother mad was an easy way.

Then again, maybe I was curious.

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Another week went by. A week without a call to my mother from Mrs. Branch. She probably could see Lori and I were about to split and it wasn’t worth the trouble.

On the other hand, I did get a call. I was hoping it wasn’t Lori. She had worn me down into agreeing to see her during her pool duties at 4 p.m. I hoped she would remember her phone.

It was my Uncle Zack. “Hi, Mikey. Busy?”

“Not this morning. Not at all. Why, got something for me to do?”

“I’m in New York and I need some files on the desk computer at home. I didn’t think I’d need them for these meetings, but a great opportunity came up. You’ve got to be flexible and make things happen. Haven’t I told you that?”

“Yeah. And, Auntie Lee can barely do email. So I get the picture.”

“You’re not as dumb as you look,” he said and laughed.

“I’m not as dumb as YOU look!” We both laughed. We’d been saying that joke to each other as long as I could remember. “Give me the details.”

He did: file names, where to send them, and … the password to his prized desk computer.

“Skywalker,” he said, “followed by the year.”

“As in Luke Skywalker?” I asked with extra unbelievableness!

“Errr … who’s that?” He laughed. “Perfectly good password that I’ll have to change now that you know it. I need those files quick. How fast do you think you can get them to me?”

“Within a half hour?”

“Great. I’ll call Lee and tell her you’re coming.”

Mom was in the study, writing again. She was a freelance writer and was working against some “hard deadline”—whatever that was. She usually didn’t want to be bothered when that was the case, but I stuck my head in:

“Just got a call from Uncle Zack. He wants me to go over and send him some files. He’s in New York and needs them bad.”

“Go ahead. Take the car. What do I care? I’ll never leave this room again because I can’t find an ending to this piece. And it needs to be done by Monday. It’ll never, ever, ever be done.”

“I guess you’ll have to give up,” I said. I went over and gave Mom a big hug. She melted into it and I hung on for a silent minute. I knew the clock was running, but what’s a minute when your mother needs something?

“Give up! When did I ever give up—on anything?”

“Never. Never did and never will.”

“Say hi to your aunt for me. I haven’t seen her since the party.

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Auntie Lee opened the door way too fast. She had a kind of wild look to her as she pulled me in.

“Fate,” she said. “Hurry up. Send those things to your uncle. Hurry up.”

I went to Uncle Zack’s study, logged in, composed an email, attached the files, and hit send. Done. All in less than five minutes. Nothing any genius couldn’t do. Or anyone who had the slightest grasp of how to use a computer.

I had never been on this computer. It was an old Windows desktop that my uncle had used for years. It was ancient.

Being a curious boy, I wondered if he had any old family photos. I searched “family”—nothing. I searched “Zack”—a million things—all work-related. I searched “Zoey”—and one folder appeared, labeled “ZoeyTwins”—there was nothing in it.

“Done yet?” Auntie Lee called? “Hurry up!”

“Almost!” I called back. Then I shut down the computer.

“Where are you,” I called.

“Living room!”

Auntie Lee was looking out the front window. She turned and said: “Fate!”

“Like destiny fate?”

“Exactly. Fate that you’re here. What else could it be?”

“Uncle’s work? I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“Mikey … I’m pregnant!”

“WHAT! Auntie Lee! This is so awesome!”

She rushed over and kissed me right on the mouth. “And your the father! You’re a dad! You got me pregnant!”

“I can’t believe it! I mean, I can, but can’t. It all has to sink in! This is awesome! Are you sure?”

She pulled out two plastic tabs and showed them to me. I took them and looked. One had the dark gray word “Pregnant” on it, the other had a blue plus sign.

“Oh my God! Two for two. One … yes! And then the other a backup,” I said.

“Yup! I peed on those, by the way!” She laughed a giddy laugh.

“Your pee is like Holy water today! Because it tells us you’re going to be a mom. For the first time, a real life mom! You’re going to be so great at it. I know it!”

She ran over and hugged me. I picked her up by the waist and whirled us both around. It was such a surprising happy feeling I knew we were sharing. She kissed me again.

“What did Uncle Zack say?” I asked.

“Fate. That’s what I told you before. He doesn’t know yet.”

“He doesn’t!”

“I had been thinking about who I would tell first if I got pregnant: my husband who will raise the baby with me, or the true father of the baby. I decided to let fate dictate. You came here by accident today. The accident of the needed computer stuff. I found out I was pregnant about a minute before you walked in that door. That’s how I knew you had to be the first to know.”

“Of course you’ll let Uncle Zack think he’s the first, right?”

“We’re thinking alike, Mikey. That way he’s happy, and then he gets to tell you, and then he’s double happy. Win-win!

“We did it. Auntie Lee, we did it.” My voice was a little above a whisper. I was in some sort of euphoric shock.

“We did. You and me. Even though it was bizarre. Me in that robe. You with your shirt on. Your uncle sitting there. I guess your sperm didn’t care about all that.”

“Neither did your egg. It just kept on its way until it met my sperm. That special one sperm out of all those millions.”

“I’d say billions from the amount you shot up me. I never thought anybody could cum that much!”

“Once I got over being so nervous, I was never so excited in my whole life. I mean … making love to my beautiful aunt—I don’t think I’ll ever cum that hard again.”

“Making love. That’s what we did, wasn’t it? And that love was transformed into a new life.”

“I’m just sorry it was a bad experience for you at the time. From your face, I could tell it was painful or difficult or just something I didn’t want you to suffer through.”

“Mikey, you’re wrong. I was never going to tell you this, but I had to use all my will power to stay still and be a good girl for my fragile-egoed husband. If he thought I was in any way enjoying that, he would have been devastated.”

“So you were acting?”

“Big time acting. Academy Award acting. From the time I got my first pubic hair, I always had the fantasy of having a great big enormous cock stretching me to the fullest. And me having my way and letting loose to enjoy it.”

“Uncle Zack is…?”

“Normal-ish. Give or take. Maybe take. I shouldn’t tell sex secrets but, since your the father of my baby, maybe it’s okay to share a little with you. The truth is, I kinda fake it with your uncle. I do it because he’s such a great guy in so many ways and he tries so hard to please me. And, he’s kind and generous a million times a day. So making him feel like a great lover is a small price to pay. In fact, it’s not a price at all.”

“And you would have enjoyed it more if Uncle Zack wasn’t there?”

“Mikey, when I saw your cock … you know you have a big cock … I hope you know you have a big cock—when I saw that, I was torn apart with frustration: here was my fantasy, yet I couldn’t show any enjoyment. That’s the worst.”

“I never thought about it. That it was much different.”

“You never measured it?”

I shook my head. “They say you have to get one of those flexible tapes, a cloth tape or a plastic tape or something because a ruler doesn’t do a good job.”

Auntie Lee bent down near the couch. “My sewing basket. And in it …” She held up a cloth tape. “Want to do an experiment?”

“I don’t know, Auntie.”

“Aren’t you curious? I know I am. I want to know how big is big. How big is what I think is big. I want to know how much of a thing was stuffed into me to make a baby.”

“You sure?”

“Take a second. Then we’ll both know.”

She made it sound all innocent, like a we were in a lab.

“Here,” she said. She unbuttoned my jeans and pulled down the zipper. My aunt slid them down past my knees. Then she pulled my shorts down in one motion and jammed both jeans and shorts to my ankles. “Sit on the couch before you trip and get hurt.

I sat down. I kicked off my shoes and took off my jeans and shorts all the way.

“You want to get yourself hard, or do you want help?” Her eyes were on my still flaccid cock.

I took her hand and guided it to my cock. She didn’t resist and started a gentle pump. It didn’t take long until it was as hard and as thick and as long as it was going to get.

She took the tape and pressed one end against its base, then extended it against the shaft until it went past the tip of my cockhead. She marked the end of the measurement with her thumb and forefinger.

“Oh my God,” she said. Then she showed it to me.

“I didn’t think it was that long.”

Then she carefully encircled my cock with the tape. She showed me that measurement. Then she took a measure of her wrist. “Told you it was thicker than my wrist.”

“Experiment over?” I asked.

“Unless you can think of something else we can measure.” Her eyes were on my cock. “Like how hot it feels,” I said.

She reached out and touched it with her index finger. Then she grasped it tenderly and gave slight up and down motions that increased in range. Precum started to drool out of the tip and dribble down to her hand.

Auntie Lee’s eyes took in that dripping with a clear focus. They didn’t leave my cock until I put my hand on the back of her head and applied some pressure in the direction of that liquid.

Then her eyes met mine and she shook her head “no.”

“Your Uncle Zack. Like I said. I’ve been faithful …”

“Okay,” I said. “I was just thinking that he kind of gave you a hall pass for me. And we kind of already did that and what about your fantasy. Yanno … when are you going to get another chance to see how much you can get in your mouth?”

Her eyes went back to my cock. “Oh my God! I could NEVER get that all in my mouth. But, you’re right. When WOULD I ever get another chance. But, I’d have to get it really wet so it could slide down my throat.”

She got it wet by sliding the flat of her tongue over the whole length. Up one side and down the other, taking in my precum as she went. Within seconds, her saliva and my fluids formed a shiny slick on its entire surface.

She looked at me and smiled: “Hall pass. I like that. Cute. I always wanted to try this, so here goes.”

She positioned herself so there wasn’t any curve from her mouth to her throat. If you were standing up and raised your eyes to the ceiling, that would be the same angle my aunt was trying to get—a straight shot. She grabbed and pointed my penis towards her.

Her mouth went over the tip and the head and a few inches of the shaft. She waited a moment and then pushed her head forward, taking in about half total. I could feel my cock tip hit something. Her throat. She backed off all the way, coughed and cleared her throat, then sniffed like her nose was leaking.

“I think I can do this,” she said. “I just have to relax my throat and not think I’m choking.”

I believe she was talking to herself and not me, but I listened in with attention. She looked determined.

She went in for another try. This time, when she got to her throat, she paused, took a noisy deep breath through her nose and pushed her mouth forward. Her throat opened and she made a few gagging sounds but didn’t stop until her lips were deep into my pubic hair at the base of my cock. Her red hair seemed even brighter when compared to the darkness of my pubs.

My Auntie Lee had deep-throated me.

She pulled herself off and coughed a few times and needed tissues to wipe her eyes and blow her nose.

She cleared her throat, laughed, and said in that just-woke-up voice, “Cross that off my bucket list! I don’t think there’s any permanent damage!” She laughed again.

“Bucket list complete?”

She stood up. “Not quite.” In one graceful, swift motion Auntie Lee pulled her top up and over her head. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Then her light-blue shorts and pink panties found their way to the floor. She stepped out of them with her left foot and then kicked them against the far wall with her right.

My aunt, my totally naked aunt extended her right hand to me. I took it and she pulled me to my feet.

“Hall pass. It makes sense to me that I deserve a hall pass on the day I find out I’m going to be a mom. And that hall pass should be with a guy who finds out he’s going to be a dad. The mother and father of that child should get to celebrate on the day they find out they’re parents for the first time.”

“Auntie Lee … you mean …?”

“Let’s go to the bedroom. You’re gonna fuck your Auntie Lee, and this time I’m not going to hold back.”

I don’t remember getting to the bedroom. All I remember is staring at my aunt’s perfect ass as she walked and the muscles of her butt moved and tensed and relaxed with each step.

She took hold of the bedspread and top sheet and pulled them with so much power that all the decorative pillows and little stuffed animals on top went flying in all directions onto the floor. All that was left on the bed was the bottom sheet and two pillows.

Instead of getting on the bed, she went to the bureau and turned on the camera. “You mind?” she asked.

“Recording this?”

“For my eyes only,” she said.

“Okay.”

She crawled onto the bed and from all fours she stretched and glided herself flat on her stomach, then turned over—all in one wonderful motion, reminding me of the silent coordination a cat has when it comes to rest in its favorite spot.

“Can I do a bucket list too?” I asked.

“You? You’re too young to be thinking like that!” she laughed. “What is it? Anal?” She laughed again, a big one.

“Anal? NO!” I was taken by surprise. I sat on the side of the bed and looked at her. For some reason, I was nervous to ask.

“Then, what is it?”

“Well, you used your mouth on me. Do you think it would be all right if for a minute I was able to use my mouth on you?”

She made a face like she was really having to think about that. Then she asked, “Have you ever done that before?”

I shook my head “no.”

“And you think you think your Uncle Zack’s wife’s, your 38-year-old aunt’s pussy … her red-haired pussy … should be the first one you ever tasted?”

Her voice was low and slow and like a purr. I’m sure my mouth was just hanging open.

She lifted her legs and pointed her toes at the ceiling. Then in one beautiful slow move, spread her legs wide, exposing her pussy to my eyes.

“You want to put your mouth here? Wouldn’t all that red, curly hair bother you? What if auntie’s vagina feels too hot against your lips or your tongue? What if you can’t swallow all the juices you’ll be forcing me to feed you?”

I was thinking that was a “yes”—the most exciting “yes” I would ever get. I wondered if she was teasing me, teasing herself, or merely turning up the heat for what was going to be going to be an initiation that I would forever remember. Whether she did it knowingly, idly, or playfully—I didn’t care. Auntie apparently had a mystical sex power in her voice that I could listen to all day long—that is if I didn’t have something more important to do—like eat her pussy.

She planted her feet on the bed, parted her knees, and then guided my body and positioned my face between her thighs. This was the first time I had ever seen a vagina this close.

I inhaled and it was strong and musky and delicious-smelling. She was wet, real wet.

My tongue touched the opening of her hole. The one giving out the great-tasting fluids. That first taste made me want more. Lots more. I licked at it like a dog at its water bowl.

“Mmmmmm!” she said.

After about fifteen seconds, she reached down and took my face in both her hands. She held my face still and slid her pussy down until my mouth was positioned at the top of her slit.

“That little hard bump there is my clitoris,” she whispered. “It wants to say ‘hi’ to you, give you its permanent address, and remind you not to forget to visit.”

My tongue teased at it and swirled around it.

“Yeah!” she said. “Oh, yeah!”

I did that again, then again.

“Ahhhh!” she breathed. “Suck. Suck it easy.”

That might have been a suggestion, but I took it as a command. I sucked that little nub with a gentle pressure.

“Aawwwww!”

I guess I was doing it right.

To my surprise, Auntie Lee pushed my face away with a light touch.

“I’m ready,” she said.

“Do you want … yanno … the lub?”

“I’ve never needed it less,” she laughed.

I went to climb on top of her, but she shook her head “no” and guided me onto my back. She kissed me on the lips, on the chest, on my stomach, and then licked up and down my cock. Watching my naked aunt do that was amazing.

But not as amazing as seeing her turn to face me, straddle my hips, place the tip of my penis at the entrance of her vagina, and slowly take me into her.

“Oooohhh!” she said. “So big!”

Up and down, up and down, up and down—it took three plunges before it was all the way inside. She was sitting straight up and I could see her red pubic hair forced against the tangle of my black hair. What we were both sharing was my cock, which was completely embedded in a hot tightness I would never forget.

Auntie Lee leaned forward and kissed me. “Now I’m gonna fuck you until you cum. Until you fill me again with your cum, that baby-making cum.”

I didn’t have a good comeback, so I took advantage of the angle and sucked her right tit. Sucked both her tits.

“Nice,” she said. “So nice.”

Auntie’s hips began to move. Not bouncing, not bucking, not up and down—but in a kind of “S” pattern, like a sine wave if this were trigonometry (which it was the farthest thing from—other than my aunt’s hip pattern!).

There was no hurry in her. She was enjoying the ride, and I was enjoying the scenery. Nice and slow—steady and slow—and deep. Way deeper than the first time, it felt.

He eyes were closed and she could have been sleeping, or dreaming. All except that for once in a while she gritted her teeth and paused, grinding herself harder into the base of my cock.

I had been still for the most part. Maybe in awe of seeing my aunt riding on top of me. But, all of a sudden I had an idea: this was a perfect chance to finally grab hold of her perfect butt, something I’d wanted to do for years. And even better, it would be her naked butt.

I reached and cupped a divine cheek in each hand. I almost came right then, but held back. I squeezed, massaged, and rubbed. It was like I was trying to catch up on all those years of groping I had missed.

“Mmmmm … like that,” she said.

I accidentally pulled her cheeks wide on one of her movements, and the middle finger of my right hand brushed against something rough and puckered: I had touched my aunt’s asshole! That realization shot a thrill through me.

So much so that my hips shot up. At the same time, I pulled down hard on her hips. Auntie Lee’s eyes opened wide and she said:

“Yeah! Oh!”

I did it again, and then more. I was hitting something that was giving seismic readings on my aunt’s pussy charts.

“Harder!” she said.

I did it harder.

“OOHH! MIKE! Like that! More! Please more!”

I not only gave her more of that, but I gave it to her harder and faster. I started bucking my hips up, lifting us both off the bed a little. She, in turn drove herself, now brutally, onto my groin.

Her breathing got faster, hoarser, and more ragged. She was talking now, in increasing volume:

“Mike! MIKE! SO GOOD! SO DEEP! NEVER … NEVER … LIKE THIS!”

She said “AAAAAAHHHH!” that was high pitched—and then she stopped moving and looked like she was holding her breath. Her face was contorted and getting as red as her hair. She screamed in a raspy, throaty voice:

“MIKE! YEESS! YEESSSS! I’M CUMMING! OH GOD! OH MY GOD! I’M CUMMING!”

Auntie Lee went wild and kept hitting herself against me with all her weight and all her force. She screamed again:

“FUCK! FUCK! I’M CUMMING! MIKE! I’M CUMMING!”

I had made my aunt cum. This was the first time I had made anyone but myself cum. Now, at that moment, I didn’t have to make myself cum because my aunt’s explosive orgasm did it for me. I felt my balls about to empty. I yelled:

“AUNTIE! AUNTIE! AAAAAHHH!” I let loose with stream after stream of my sperm and semen. Even though those sperm could all take a break when they got deep inside my aunt because she was already pregnant, that didn’t make the process any less enjoyable for me. I never experienced anything like that, not even the first time with her.

Auntie Lee collapsed on me, and all that screaming made the almost silence of the room even more noticeable. There was our heavy breathing and our heartbeats. That was it.

She was on top of me, but she felt light. Light enough so I fell asleep; so did she.

I awoke first. Auntie Lee’s breathing was slow and regular. She smelled great.

I looked at her a minute, and thought hazy thoughts about what just happened. Those thoughts made something else happen. My deflated penis started remembering that it was inside a beautiful, sexy woman.

I was getting another raging hardon! It raged to full strength and Auntie Lee’s eyes popped open.

“Oh! My! God! Then, that WASN’T a dream! The most magnificent dream I ever had?” She laughed.

“Not a dream. Not a dream at all,” I said. “Unless we’re still dreaming. In which case, I don’t care if we ever wake up.”

“What’s that I feel between my legs?”

I don’t think she wanted me to answer. It’s one of those questions you ask for effect.

“Did that thing ever go to sleep too, or is this a new one you grew?”

I said, “This is new when I woke up and thought that I have the most beautiful aunt in the world.”

“Right thing to say. Perfect, in fact,” she said. She smiled and I kissed her mouth softly. “A girl’s always most beautiful in the afterglow of an orgasm.”

“So, you weren’t faking?”

She found this enormously funny. After she stopped laughing she said, “Mike, even I’m not THAT good an actress! You just make me cum harder than I EVER did before. You made me cum harder than I thought possible. I can’t believe it!”

“And I can’t believe I made my Auntie Lee cum. Me!”

“I think you can start calling me just ‘Lee.’ The father of my baby, and the man who just owned my mind, body, and spirit has earned that familiarity.”

Man—she had just called me a man. And, she had called me “Mike” instead of “Mikey.” She had called me “Mikey” since I had met her. I wonder is Uncle Zack would still call me “Mikey” if he saw how I made his wife cum while I pumped her full of sperm?

“I think I’ll stick with Auntie for now,” I said.

“Suite yourself. Is it more exciting, I mean like ‘incest’ exciting to call me Auntie? Since we’re not blood related, I’m not really sure this counts as incest. Not like if your mother and I were sisters or father/daughter or mother/son. Like that. Not that it would make any difference to me after the orgasm you just coaxed out of my body! Mmmmmmm!”

She rolled, pulling off my cock. I felt a sense of disappointment. I was hoping for her to ride me again.

She lay on her stomach beside me and said, “Now let me see.” She lifted her head off the bed and propped it up on her upturned palms, her elbows firmly planted on the bed.”

“We already did it in the missionary position. Right?”

Another question I didn’t answer.

“And we did it with me on top. Right?”

“Right,” I said, just to remain part of the conversation.

“So—for the life of me—I can’t think of what’s left to do. Right?”

All the time she had been musing, she had been dragging her knees closer to her elbows, which as I mentioned, were supporting her head. This dragging, because of the angle and curve of her back, popped that perfect ass high in the air.

Now I had a question that even I could answer:

“Wrong! Doggie style. We could do it doggie style, Auntie Lee!” I emphasized the “Auntie” for effect.

She changed position slightly, getting up now on her hands and knees, and looked at me expectantly, like “What are you waiting for?”

I waited no longer. I climbed up behind my Aunt, who was, did I mention?—in the doggie breeding position.

She “wagged” her tail at me, swaying her gorgeous butt in my face with little side-to-side movements that told my cock it was time to hit the target.

The target, viewed from the rear, was a wonderfully opened vagina, fringed with thick red hair. It looked like it had recently seen action. It was blushing from impact and friction, and from its opening seeped a thick white gelatinous substance—my sperm. My pregnant Auntie Lee was so full of her nephew’s sperm, she now had a creampie.

That already overflowing reservoir was about to get replenished. I fitted my cock to her vaginal opening and pushed home—all in one slow, continuous stroke.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!” she wailed during the whole push.

I was fucking my aunt doggie style. In what universe did I ever think this would be possible?

“Soooo deep! Mike, you feel so good inside of me. I can’t believe it! So full. Fuck me! Fuck me hard, Mike. I need it. Oh … I need it!”

I didn’t need any more coaching. I fucked her in long strokes, I fucked her in short, punchy strokes, and I fucked her with no strokes—just holding myself as deep inside her as I could and forcing myself, grinding myself harder and harder against the soft, resilient bumpers of her ass cheeks, spreading them wide as I did.

This made her scream with shrill squeaks each time.

And Auntie Lee didn’t try to shy away, either. She rammed herself back on me, matching my rhythm.

I looked down and saw her asshole—my aunt’s asshole—something I had never dreamed I would ever see. It too was covered by tiny, squiggly red hairs. So cute, so tight—sitting there protected by those gorgeous buns. A word my aunt had said earlier came to mind: “Anal!”

I leaned forward and cupped those pink-nipped tits and hunched hard into her. I yelled: “TAKE IT! TAKE IT! NOW!”

I let loose with all I had left in my balls. More sperm to add to what had already accumulated in the body of my female. My bitch, done doggie. Bred, but good.

That triggered her: “THERE! I’M THERE! CUMMING! SO GOOD! CUMMING!”

Then, before we slept together in each other’s arms for a long, long time, we whispered words like kids … like grownups … and like parents.

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I never made it to visit Lori that Saturday. To make it up to her, I had to promise to take her to the beach.

Who wants to climb into a swimsuit and go to the beach when you’ve spent all week in a swimsuit at a pool?

Answer: Lori. Lori, my girlfriend. Lori, my immature girlfriend.

And, after being around Auntie Lee, Lori seemed even more immature. Maybe it was because I was maturing. Probably not, because the other thing about being around Auntie Lee was that I realized how much I had to learn, and how much I had to grow up.

So the day Lori picks to go to the beach, it starts raining. While we’re on the beach. Wet sand everywhere, and Lori complaining all the way home. Blaming me, of course.

I suggested we make the best of it and get a pizza, but she wanted to take a shower first. That means waiting at her house (and Mrs. Branch’s house) while she showers. That’s the last thing I wanted to do.

“Be careful around my mother. She’s real cranky today.”

“Today?”

“Be nice. She’s hurting. She threw her back out, and her big dance recital for her studio is this week. She’s frantic because she can’t get done all the millions of things it takes to stage these fiascos with all those brats and wannabees.”

“Lower back? She should just cancel it. Those injuries take forever and are tricky.”

“Cancel it? The parents of the students would have conniptions! They pay to see their little darlings out there in their costumes jumping and stumbling and looking into the spotlight. There are only four of these a year. And no, not lower back. It’s right between her shoulder blades.”

“Oh, those are nothing. Playing sports, you get stuff like that all the time. They get fixed easy. Boom, you feel like a million again,” I said, giving way too much information.

The minute we got in the door, Mrs Branch called out from their living room: “Lori, thank God you’re home. There are a thousand things that have to get done, and I can hardly move. Come help me.”

“I have to take a shower,” Lori said.

So Lori was like this with even her ailing mother. Even I take pity on someone who’s hurt.

“Mike’s here. He says he can fix your back!”

I whispered, “I never said that.”

“You said it’s easy, so I figured you could. I’ll be back out after I get rid of this sand. Go see what you can do.”

She didn’t wait for me to argue or run for the door. I walked to the living room and peeked around the corner.

“You.” That’s all Mrs. Branch said.

“Sorry you’re not feeling better.”

“So, do you really know anything about back injuries, or were you just bragging to my daughter?”

Why would I brag to Lori? She was so wrapped up in herself she didn’t have the time or the attention to listen to anything good about anyone else. Like I said, I have sympathy for anyone in pain. I know when I’d been injured in the past, it’s no fun. Both physically and mentally when you don’t think you’ll ever get better again.

“I’ve learned a little from being injured and being worked on by the PT at school.”

“PT?”

“The physical therapist at school. He works mostly with the sports teams.”

“Do you think you could call him and get him to come here?”

“Mrs. Branch, I have no idea how to get in touch with him. And I don’t even know if he lives in the area.”

“So, I’m stuck with you.”

Easy, Mike. Hold your temper. I said, “I’m it.”

She was sitting in an overstuffed beige chair with her feet up on a matching ottoman.

“Lori told me it hurts in the middle of your back. I told her that’s a good sign, way better than your lower back.”

“Hmmph!”

Sounded like I impressed her with my expertise.

“Can you move?”

“Barely. Why?”

“Well, unless this is going to be a faith healing, I got to physically work on your back. Can you sit on the hassock so I can be behind you?”

“You have to touch me? And, young man, you don’t have to be sarcastic.”

“Yeah, Mrs. Branch, I’ll have to see where the problem is with my hands. And … sorry. Let’s have a truce for a while. I know it’s not easy being in pain. Do you need help getting out of the chair?”

“Let me try.”

She pushed the ottoman away with her feet, creating some space to try and stand in. She tried to lean forward and she had a sharp intake of breath the happens when you get a stab of pain.

“SEE! It’s no use.”

“Let’s not give up yet,” I said as I pulled the hassock farther away from her. “What we’re going to do is I’m going to pull you up, nice and gentle. Then we’ll get you seated on the hassock so I can work on your back.”

“Pull me up? Won’t that hurt?”

“Not if we do it right, and do it slow. Look.” I got in front of her and extended both my hands. “You grab my wrists, and I’ll grab yours. No way you can slip then.”

She gave me an evil look, but took hold of my wrists. Once we were locked in, I said, “Now I’m going to pull up at a 45-degree angle and you just keep your feet planted and kind of rock up, not trying to push with your legs. Let me do all the work. One … two … three.”

I pulled, and maybe I did it right, and maybe it helped that she was in such good shape and had all that dance coordination, but, in one graceful, painless glide, I had Mrs. Branch on her feet.

“My goodness!” she said.

“Now we do the reverse, and you sit down there.”

Just as painlessly, Mrs. Branch sat down.

“So far, so good. Now we have to find out where the pain is.”

“In my back.”

“Yeah, but we have to pinpoint it before we can do anything about it. What I’m going to do is press in places and you tell me if that’s it. Okay?”

She nodded. “Just don’t hurt me. I don’t need any more pain.”

It took about a minute of prodding and poking, but finally she jerked when I pushed and said, “OW!”

I said, “Here?” and pushed again.

“Ow! That’s it! Easy … easy!”

It was just to the right of her spine, at the height of her shoulder blades.

“Okay, now what I’m going to do is find exactly where the trigger point is, that’s the problem—it’s usually a lump like a swelling where the damage is. All that needs is to be pressed on hard and it kind of dissolves and you get better. (I thought I gave a pretty good explanation for only hearing pieces of that when someone was working on me.)

“Okay,” she said, sounding a little more sure of her “healer.”

I started pressing in the area, but ran into a problem—her bra. The offending area was right under the wide bra strap across her back.

“Your bra is in the way, Mrs. Branch. I can’t do anything like this.”

“Well—you’ll have to try.”

I tried, and failed. I couldn’t maneuver past it.

“Can you just unsnap it?” I asked.

“Certainly not!” she said with certainty.

I tried some more, then said, “This isn’t working. I’ll help you get back in your chair.”

“And you’d let me sit there and suffer, I suppose!”

“Suffer or unhook your bra,” I said. “You decide.”

She waited a few seconds and then she untucked her blouse from her jeans and tried to reach around behind her. “Uuuhhgg!” she groaned. The effort had caused an obvious stab of pain.

“I can’t. It’s too painful.”

“Then, I’ll do it.”

“NO!”

“Mrs. Branch, it’s all right with me either way, but, here you are suffering, and you’ve got your recital to think of—all those kids, and their parents. Now, are you going to let your bra stand in the way of getting better and taking care of that?”

She let out a deep breath. “Very well.” She sat up very straight.

I never thought I’d ever be doing this: I snaked my hands up under Mrs. Branch’s shirt and felt for the clasps. One, two, three of them came apart under my fingers. I had unhooked my girlfriend’s mother’s bra. I pulled the straps wide, away from my “Operating area.”

I started poking again.

“You can take your hand out of my top,” she said.

“It’ll be a lot more effective if I don’t have to work through the cloth.” I waited for her to protest, but she didn’t.

I worked and felt and found a knot where I figured the injury was, judging from her reactions. “Feel that?” I circled the knot with my fingers and put a little pressure on it. “That’s the problem.”

“Okay. Fix it.”

“I have to pull your shirt up so I can press down straight on it. I can’t work like this at an angle.”

“Definitely NOT!”

So I tried to do it over her shirt for a few minutes but couldn’t find the spot like that.

“This isn’t going to work like this. I have to have some direct contact.”

Another deep breath. “Pull it up, then. Just be careful.”

I raised her shirt and revealed a muscular, well-toned back. There were light red marks in the general area of my poking abuse. There were also lines showing where her tight bra had lay.

My raising the shirt to her shoulders in the back had created a tension because she kept the front pulled down. Every time I let go of it and tried to work, it slipped down.

“You’ll have to pull up the front so the whole thing stays up.”

To my surprise, Mrs. Branch pulled the front up over her boobs and held it with one hand. With the other hand, she secured her loosened bra so it wouldn’t go flying off.

I then did my thing—as much of a thing as I knew how to do. I isolated the spot and pressed on it and massaged around it, then I said the words that had been said to me many times: “Okay, take a deep breath and hold it. When I tell you, let it out slowly. While you do, I’m going to press hard on this. This is going to hurt a little but should help a lot.”

“Okay,” she said.

It must have sounded like I knew what I was doing a lot more than I really knew what I was doing. She took in a deep breath and held it.

“Okay … now,” I said.

She exhaled and I pushed—hard. There were a series of little creaks and pops, and the hard knot that was under my fingers previously—it disappeared.

“My goodness! My GOODNESS!” Mrs. Branch said.

She moved her head from side to side and wiggled her back and turned her torso slightly this way and that. She was testing, testing her range of motion.

“My goodness. Mike! I think …” She went through her test movements again. “I think you’ve done it. I can’t believe it. I’m without the slightest bit of pain. However did you accomplish such a miracle?” She moved again, and then again.”

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