Two Moms, Two Laps: United

byTx Tall Tales©

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Don't you love it when a family comes together?

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I didn't let Penny out of my bed the rest of the morning. Not that she was eager to leave. We lost both mom's almost immediately after her display, and were told we'd be summoned when breakfast was ready.

Surprise! Breakfast was delivered to the room half an hour later by Mom.

Penny and I were still in a playful mood, and hadn't gotten down to business yet.

A tray was set before us with two bacon and egg sandwiches, and some OJ. "Light breakfast. We're having burgers and home-made fries for lunch," Mom explained.

Penny sat Indian style, opening her sandwich and snagging a piece of bacon. "You didn't have to do this. We could have come down."

"Too much crazy drama around here. You two haven't had near enough time together."

I was starved and took a bite, thanking her in mid-chew.

"You kids need anything else?" she asked.

We looked at each other, and shook our heads. "This is perfect," I said, during the brief period my mouth was empty. "Give me a shout if you need me to man the grill."

Mom shook her head. "I think we're going to try to get Colin to work it."

I got the shivers, remembering the last time he'd been grill-master. Mom grinned. "Your father will oversee him."

She closed the door on the way out. Penny giggled.

"What?"

"C'mon. You have to admit it's kind of weird. Your mother serving us breakfast in bed so we can fool around."

I shrugged. "Alright. A little. I'm not complaining."

"Me either."

We polished off our sandwiches, and put the tray on the floor. Penny smiled and laid back in the bed, waiting patiently. I joined her a moment later, while we cuddled and kissed, talking about mundane things, a steering wheel cover for her car, signing up for classes, our favorite movies of the summer, best pizza place, that kind of stuff. She had her phone with her, and every few minutes she'd get a text coming in, and while she replied, I'd play with her body. She wasn't normally a slave to her phone, and I commented as much.

"Everyone wants to see the car. They want pictures, a ride. Some even want to know how my love life is doing," she teased.

"It might do better without the phone," I reminded her.

"That a promise?"

"Guaranteed."

She turned off the ringer. "I'm all yours. This better be worth it."

It wasn't at first. We had a hell of a time getting started, and I had to search around the floor to find the lube. With the added assistance it provided, we managed penetration, and slowly worked our way up to actual sex.

She was grunting, as I worked her with all but a couple of inches. "I... forget..." she groaned.

She didn't appear to be enjoying it much, so I stopped, holding myself inside her, and started up a kissing marathon, including as much as I could remember from the latest Aunt Marie experience. She slowly relaxed, and I found myself stroking into her gently, while kissing.

"Better?" I whispered.

"Mmmhmmm," she sighed.

The first one was Ok. I didn't get her off, and we didn't move around a lot. I laid on top of her, and we made slow love. Lots of kissing and touching. It took a pretty long time, not surprising since I'd already gone off twice that morning. She was in a loving mood, quiet, intense. She seemed to take me with her, I gazed into her eyes, feeling a closeness that I sometimes forget when I wasn't with her. "Love you," I whispered.

She smiled for me. "I know. I love you too."

Coming inside her was a lot like the loving. Nothing crazy, I pushed in all the way, held still, and unloaded deep inside her, staring into her eyes. "I... I feel you coming," she whispered.

I kissed her lips. "You and I need to do this a lot more."

She nodded, grinning for me. She pulled me close and hugged me tight. "Hold me, Jeremy."

I did until I felt myself shrinking, popping out of her, earning another sweet giggle. "Messy boy," she whispered.

I rose up on my arms. "I need a shower."

She nodded again, "No kidding."

My teeth got a long overdue brushing. In the shower she wanted to shave me. My face, that is. She tilted my head around, and used half a can of shaving cream, but she got the job done. She rubbed her cheek against mine. "So much better. Wanna go again?"

Back in bed we had a little oral play, and when she got me up again, it was better. Lots better. I fit inside her easily, and we tried out different things. Doggy, sideways, legs pressed backward. Her on top. She liked that last one, and rode me like a mad woman, getting off a few times, a couple real loudly. She'd blush afterward, hands on my chest, breathing hard, her pretty blonde hair hanging over her face.

The second time she tried to shatter my eardrums. She shook her hair out, tossing it behind her with a shake of her head. "I should have tied it back," she laughed.

"No. I love it like that. So wild, and untamed."

"Me or the hair?"

I guess four times was a little much. I was having a hard time coming. Not that I wasn't having a blast trying. When she begged off me, I put her on her hands and knees again. She was easily taking my entire length, and I started getting a little rougher with her, fucking her hard, smacking her butt, tugging her hair a little. Got another nice little come out of her, which left her on her belly, with me straddling her legs. I laid on top of her, holding her wrists in my hand, over her head. She was whimpering so prettily, my head next to hers, my hips driving into her endlessly. "I'm going to fuck you forever, gorgeous girl. Forever."

There was something about it, the way she was completely helpless, my weight pinning her down, hands immobilized. I felt powerful, and could sense her total submission to my needs. I liked it. A lot.

She was shaking, and a wave of small orgasms seemed to take over. "Oh God," she gasped, holding her breath, trembling, until it would pass, only to cry out again only a few seconds later.

"Come for me, Penny," I whispered, nibbling her ear, her neck, tucking my head in and pounding a little harder for a while, before getting my next little reward from her.

I don't know how long we kept that up. It seemed like forever, although it couldn't have been more than 10 or 15 minutes. Long enough for her to build up to a big one, crying, squirming underneath me, thrusting her ass back against my strokes. I pulled her arms forward, clenching her wrists tightly. My legs were outside hers, knees bent, ankles over the inside of her knees, pinning her legs down. I bit down on her neck and she gasped. "Oh God, oh no, no, oh noooo," she whined before screaming loud enough to wake the neighbors.

She was panting hard after that one, and I slowed down, nice easy short strokes. I took my time releasing her, moving my legs outward, letting go of her wrists, rubbing them gently. I kissed her new bite-mark, but kept moving inside her. I never wanted to stop. Never.

Aunt Marie sat down on the bed next to us. "Let the poor girl up, Jeremy. You're killing her."

Penny turned her head, her breath heaving, looking at my Aunt. "Save me," she pleaded, then giggled.

I pulled out of her, giving up on getting off any time soon. I scooted down next to her, and pulled her into my arms, spooning, facing my Aunt.

"Knock much?" I teased.

"Over and over," Aunt Marie said. "I guess you two were distracted. Lunch is almost ready you little heathens." Funny, that was Mom's name for us too, when she walked in on us.

Penny was still catching her breath. "Emma says a guy normally comes in just a coupla minutes. Is that true?"

Aunt Marie laid down facing us, pulling back Penny's hair. "All guys are different. Some have real short fuses, most of the better ones are good for about 5 to 10 minutes."

"Jeremy's a freak, isn't he?"

Aunt Marie was stroking her shoulder. "Not so unusual. He's young, sometimes that's good, sometimes bad. A lot of times that means no stamina, but great recovery. By the third or fourth time, they can last longer. Jeremy seems to be like that. Each one taking longer."

"I couldn't come," I explained.

Aunt Marie chuckled. "I can believe that. Give it a break. A couple of hours from now, you'll probably be back to normal."

"Put on something," she said climbing off the bed. "The burgers were already on the grill when I came up to get you guys."

Aunt Marie was wearing another braless, tied-off halter, and painted on shorts. She was going barefoot. "We're dressing casual," she said, giving me a wink.

Penny put on her panties, and one of my t-shirts. She insisted on brushing her hair before seeing anybody. Loose shorts and a tee was good enough for me. She grabbed her phone and was already answering the text messages she'd missed, as we headed down the stairs.

"Thank God," Dad said. "I thought for sure you'd killed her this time."

Penny blushed, walked up to him and put her arm around his neck, tugging his head down for a kiss. "Thanks for rushing to my rescue, Daddy," she teased.

The six of us ate outside, and I thought that Colin's eyes were going to fall out, the way he kept looking back and forth at all our girls. Mom was wearing her white yoga pants, which were not quite as bad as the teal ones. She had on a t-shirt that must have been two sizes too small. It didn't even reach her belly button, and every little bump of her breasts was easily visible.

The burgers were good. Thick, still juicy, charred outside. "Good," I said, halfway into my second one. Colin seemed inordinately proud of the praise. I guess he should be. His last foray into grilling almost killed us.

"Breath between burgers, baby," Mom admonished me.

She had to get up twice to bring new servings of the french fries. It was a great lunch. With an incredible view. Hot MILFs and a babe.

Penny pouted. "I feel so overdressed." She made a point of looking at Mom and Marie's outfits to make sure we'd get the point. I laughed.

The girls had all finished eating, nibbling on the occasional fry. Dad and I were splitting the last burger. Aunt Marie stood and took Penny by the hand. "Come on. Let's get you prettified."

I leaned back in my chair, sipping a beer, wondering if life could get much better. "What time'd you get in, Colin?" I asked.

"Uh, I think sometime around 2:00." He sounded like he was fudging.

I looked over at Dad. "More like 3:00 I think. You would have tarred and feathered me for that."

"Not my say," he answered. "But if he keeps staying here, he'll sure as hell be calling if he's out after one." He turned to face Colin. "Won't you?"

"Yes sir," Colin nodded. I guess they'd already had this conversation. Once again I was struck by how similar it was to me and Dad a couple of years earlier, when I started dating seriously. All of a sudden I felt bad for Colin, never having what Dad and I did. The guidance and camaraderie. Aunt Marie's musical-husbands had shortchanged my cousin.

Mom was picking up the paper plates and plastic cups. Easy cleanup. Colin offered to help, but Mom shooed him off. "No, you boys relax. I'm almost done, anyway. I just need to take care of the fryer."

"How's your love life, Colin?" I asked, when Mom had left.

He smirked. "Got me a blowjob."

Dad chuckled. "Good for you. Sounds like you liked it!"

He nodded, grinning ear-to-ear.

"Kelly?"

He looked at me like I was nuts. "Of course. I'm not dating anyone else."

"Of course not. Forget I even asked. Did you get to return the favor?" I asked.

"Return it?"

"Go down on her."

He shook his head. "No way."

"No way, she wouldn't let you? Or no way, Ewww?" Dad asked.

"That's kind of gross, isn't it?"

Dad and I looked at each other, we smiled, and started laughing. "You wanna handle this?" he asked me.

"No way. I'm tellin' the moms."

Colin sat up. "No, you can't."

"Why not?" I asked.

"They'll give me a hard time. They tease me about everything I do."

Dad reached over and squeezed his wrist. "I'd suggest you put up with it, and pay attention. Think for a minute where you were a week or two ago, and compare that to your little girlfriend's gift last night. That's the sisters' influence."

Aunt Marie returned with Penny in tow. My shirt was a shambles. What was left of it. No collar, no sleeves, it ended a couple of inches below her breasts. They'd taken time to apply a little makeup, brushed her hair out into two pigtails, added some pink lipstick. She looked ridiculously hot and innocent at the same time. Colin was struck dumb. Dad gave her a wolf whistle.

She blushed. "Too much?"

I pushed back from the table. "Come here," I said, patting my lap.

Half a shirt and panties looked damn good on her. She snuggled into my lap. "Any plans for later?" she asked.

Aunt Marie swatted Colin upside the head. "Close your mouth, Colin. You're catching flies."

Penny looked over at him, "It's just panties, Colin. Get over it."

Dad chuckled. "Leave the boy alone. His reaction's perfectly natural. Baby girl's a real heart-breaker."

Aunt Marie ambled over, and sat in Dad's lap. Dad pulled her into position, getting comfortable, his hand on the inside of her thigh. I think Colin was going to have a heart attack. When she gave him a little kiss, nothing much, really, a weird strangled noise escaped my cousin.

She was facing her boy. "What would you think of us moving in with your Uncle Harold and Aunt Alice full-time?" she asked.

"Uh, yeah?" he mumbled.

Mom came strolling out and stood behind him, leaning over and giving him a kiss on the cheek. "What was that, 'yeah'? You don't like it here?"

"No, I mean, yeah, I mean, it would be great! For real?" he asked looking at his mother.

"We don't need that big house, and Jeremy's going to be gone. You'll be in school most of the time. Your aunt and I have been talking about it lately. Your uncle suggested it last night. It makes sense," Aunt Marie said.

When Mom sat in his lap, I thought we were going to lose him for sure. "Don't you think it'd be fun? All of us together? I could be like your second Mommy," Mom teased.

"Great. It would be great!" he squealed.

Mom laughed, and Penny slapped my hand away from slipping inside her shirt. "Behave, rotten thing," she hissed. Didn't stop her from wiggling her butt, driving me crazy.

"Colin thinks goin' down on a girl is gross," I said, tossing the verbal grenade out into the open.

"What!"

"Colin!"

"Jeremy..." he whined.

"I thought I raised you better that that!" Aunt Marie snapped.

Dad gave her a shake. "Listen to yourself, Marie. Did you ever even talk to him about it?"

"No, but I didn't raise him to be selfish!"

Mom was pouting. "Really. You think it would be gross?"

He was obviously sweating it. He glared at me, and I chuckled. Got an elbow in the ribs from Penny.

"I... I don't know. I never really thought about it, I guess," Colin mumbled.

"If you want to keep your girlfriend, maybe you should," Penny added, piling on.

"The other guys, they say it's sissy," he argued weakly.

Mom laughed. "What other guys? Whoever they are, they've probably never even had a real girlfriend. Do you think Jeremy and your uncle are sissies?"

He looked over at the two of us, "You guys..."

Dad laughed. "This ain't normal after-lunch conversation, but yeah."

Colin looked at me. "Hell yeah. Right, Penny?" I teased.

She blushed and nodded.

"You like it, don't you?"

She glared at me.

"Don't be ashamed to admit it. I don't mind saying I love doing it with you."

She leaned back into me, and smirked at Colin. "Lots. We do it lots. I love it." She put her lips to my ear, and bit my earlobe, hard. "I'll get you for embarrassing me."

I turned my face and kissed her. "I love you, silly girl."

She grinned. "You don't get off that easy." She wiggled herself to comfort, "I thought we could go for a ride, a little later."

"I bet. Who wants to see the new wheels this time?"

She giggled. "Everyone. Come on, Jeremy. It will be fun."

We left to get decent, while the mothers berated Colin for his misguided thinking.

* * *

We had a nice afternoon. Drove around, saw her friends. She let me drive a bit. It was so different from the Jeep, but I liked it. We stopped by the auto parts store, and we got her the steering wheel wrap she'd wanted, and picked out what she needed to wash and wax her car properly.

"It's brand new," she said, as I piled the material in her cart. "You think it needs waxing?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow, I'll show you how to do it properly."

We called home, and let them know when we'd be back. They offered to hold dinner for us. I was going to say no, when I found out Aunt Marie was going to make her chicken fried steak. Nobody, nobody, makes chicken fried steak like Aunt Marie. "The good version?" I asked. Sometimes she tried to make it 'healthy'.

Aunt Marie got on the phone. "My best version. Using rib eyes, your mother's country biscuits, homemade mashed. Colin's been peeling potatoes for an hour," she giggled.

"You trying to fatten me up?"

"Keepin' your energy up." Her voice dropped to barely a whisper. "Tonight's our night, baby."

"We'll be there," I said. I turned to Penny. "Aunt Marie's chicken-fried steak. You don't want to miss this one. She only makes it a few times a year, says we'd all be rolling instead of walking, otherwise."

* * *

Alright. Things were getting out of control. Again. I had to add the extra leaf to the dining room table. We had a full house. I was warned to be on my best behavior from both moms.

As soon as we'd walked in, Penny had peeled away from me, and headed toward the kitchen. I looked her way, and saw the crowd. Both Moms of course, but Kelly was in there, working with them, and she smiled and waved at me. I waved back. It was only polite.

Dad and Colin were in the living room, Dad holding court, Colin hangin' on his every word. When Colin saw me walk in, he hopped up and went to the garage, returning with a beer for me. I sat down and talked to Dad about her car.

He gave me the same old guff about polishing it, and we argued about the best waxes. Colin sat on the floor, between us, taking it in.

Kelly came skipping over, cute as a button. "Dinner in 5 minutes. Beer with dinner, Aunt Alice says."

Aunt Alice? First time she'd even been in our house. These kids...

Dad looked over at me. "For the ladies?"

"Shiner light." We might play with other stuff, but Shiner was the house beer. Always dedicated one shelf of the beer fridge to it. "Colin?"

"Bock," Dad said.

I nodded. I got up and fetched the beers, 4 Lights, 1 Bock, 2 Black Lager.

At the table, I was interested in the politics of dinner. Who sat where. Dad and I had the ends, but tonight Mom was sitting next to Dad. Marie was next to her, near me. On the opposite side, Colin was bracketed by the girls, with Penny beside me. I wondered if that was intentional, keep Kelly as far from me as possible. Heck, I'd only flirted with her once.

It was a loud, raucous fun dinner, with Dad in rare form. His mood had made a 180 degree turn-around. Mom was attentive to him, and Kelly was surprisingly flirtatious. Colin appeared ecstatic. I wasn't doing too badly, either, with Aunt Marie and Penny teasing and flirting.

There was a lot of talk about college, since it was just around the corner, and four of us were headed off for the first time. The food was perfect, and Aunt Marie was blushing from all the compliments. Someone, or someones was playing footsie with me under the table. Damn, why couldn't life always be like that?

The guys had cleanup duty, but it was only the dinner dishes. With four girls in the kitchen, all the cookware had been taken care of. Dad only helped clear, then we chased him off, Colin and I finishing up.

"You and Kelly doing Ok?" I asked.

He grinned. "Better than Ok. I only wish we'd gotten together sooner. She's leaving in a week and a half."

"You stickin' around after dinner?"

"Nah, I promised her we'd head up the mall and hang out. I gotta get her home before 10:00. She got in trouble last time we stayed out to late."

"You spending time at her house much?"

"Not really," he said.

"You should. Charm her mother. Get her on your side. It'll help."

"Why?"

"The problems like staying out late usually don't become such big problems, when her Mom's got your back. It's just good sense."

He nodded, closing the dishwasher. "Thanks. Maybe I'll drop in when I take her home."

"Not a bad idea. Don't make it too late. Get her home 15 minutes early." Damn, I was beginning to sound like Dad.

We wiped down the counters and joined the crowd outside. It was a nice night out, and there was more seating on the patio, than in the living room.

Penny hopped up when we got there, and I sat where she'd been, letting her climb in my lap afterward. Colin thanked Aunt Marie for dinner, and took Kelly by the hand. She seemed to be reluctant to leave, and made sure to give everyone hugs before she left. She was a nice girl. Colin was lucky.

Penny was the only one doing any lap sitting. The moms looked nice, but nothing too crazy. I was looking forward to getting my girl upstairs for a bit, when she shot me down. "I'm going out early tomorrow to get stuff for school. Gotta leave soon. Tomorrow afternoon's wide open," she said to me softly.

I pouted, and she giggled. "I'll make it up to you tomorrow, Ok?"

"Promise?"

I got a toe-curling, tonsil cleaning. "Sealed with a kiss," she whispered.

She said her goodbyes as well, and I walked her to the car. "We'll wash your car tomorrow too. Half-time break," I teased.

"Looking forward to it." Another big kiss, and lots of rubbing, left me with a hardon, when she pulled out of the driveway.

Mom met me just inside the doorway. "Jeremy?"

I pulled her in my arms, quieting her with a kiss. "Mom?"

She gave me a sheepish grin. "I... I need to spend tonight with your father."

Reaching down, I gave her buns a nice little squeeze. "You don't have to explain it to me or make excuses, Mom. He's your husband."

"It's been too long. I have to do it."

"It's Ok. You should. It's cool."

"You're going to sleep with Marie, aren't you?"

"Yes. She's not you, but I love her damn near as much. You have a problem with it?"

She sighed. "I... I guess not."

"Good. Spend the night with him. I'd like you to come back to me tomorrow night."

She melted into me. "I will. I promise."

"Don't promise. See what Dad needs. Take care of him first. We've been pretty rough on him."

Mom snorted. "Rough? I gave him my sister, Jeremy!"

Not worth arguing that it was me who gave her to him. I grabbed Mom by the buns, and lifted her, making her squeal like a kid. "Body hug, Mom. Wrap me up."

She wrapped her legs around my waist, locking her ankles, and her arms encircled my neck. I gave her a big kiss, and started walking with her. "I'm heavy, Jeremy," Mom whined.

"No you aren't. Be good now," I said, giving her butt cheeks a good squeeze. I carried her out to the porch, where Aunt Marie was seated next to Dad, chatting. I stepped in front of Dad. "I think this is yours. I found it wandering around out front."

I leaned over and set her in his lap, as Mom let go of me. He laughed. "I was wondering where I'd misplaced her."

She turned wriggling to get comfy, while he pulled her in close.

I thought about it. If things had still been awkward between us, there could've been some bad ways to take the teasing. "Don't worry," I told him. "I'll keep an eye on her. Make sure she doesn't stray."

He nodded. "At least not beyond the house."

I sat beside him, and patted my lap. "Aunt Marie?"

She gave me a look like I was being presumptuous, but she made her way over. "Pretty sure of yourself."

I slipped my hand into her shirt, caressing her side. "You're the one that told me this was our night."

She proved to me once again, why she was the best kisser around. "I guess I did. You got a problem with that?"

I was going to make a joke, but couldn't. "No. I can't believe how lucky I am."

It was the perfect end to a fabulous day. The four of us, chatting easily, Dad and I holding our girls. The hugs and kisses. Talking about Colin and Kelly, school, plans for after the summer.

"What's the latest on Aunt Marie and Colin movin' in?" I asked.

"Seems like the smart thing to do," Dad said.

"We're going to get the house staged, and fix up our space here," Aunt Marie said. "Hope to put the house on the market in the next week or so. The old one is way more than we need."

Mom laughed. "And with Colin going off to college, you pretty much have to, don't you? Split the proceeds with Number Two? Wasn't that the deal?"

Aunt Marie nodded. "He has a name, Alice. Jeff wasn't a bad guy. The best of the lot."

"Isn't it a long commute to your job?" I asked.

"Silly. I don't need that job. I just kept it to keep me busy. I needed to interact with adults a little. I don't think I'll be working anymore. Maybe something fun, some non-profit perhaps. If I do, I'm sure I can find something nearby."

Dad nodded. "It's not any drain on this household. We can take care of them easily enough. We have the space."

"Especially with me moving a few hours away," I added.

Dad made an announcement. "I'm gonna go into the office for a half-day tomorrow. Get caught up on a few things."

"You sure, honey?" Mom asked.

"Yeah. I'm feeling a lot better. Most of the bruising is starting to fade. Only my hand is giving me any trouble, so I guess I'll be doing a lot of two-finger typing."

I got a little surprise. Aunt Marie was going to be moving into my room, once I left. Like the Master, it had its own bathroom, while the other two guest rooms shared a bathroom. "You don't mind, do you?" Aunt Marie asked.

"Which room do I get when I come back?"

Aunt Marie kissed me softly. "Ours."

Alright. That was clear enough. "Nope. I don't mind at all."

The girls laughed, and I got another nice kiss, a promise of more to come. Soon, if I had my way. "Mom, Dad, I'm feeling a little bushed. Think I'll head to bed. Thanks for a great day."

Aunt Marie gave Mom and Dad a hug and kiss, and waited for me to do the same. With Mom that is. Kind of old to be hugging and kissing Dad. I took my aunt by the hand and headed up.

In the bedroom, she fell into my arms. "I changed the sheets earlier. Your old ones seemed to be getting a little overused. You might think about that in the future. Women like me and your Mom like clean sheets. I imagine Penny probably does as well."

"Got it. Understood. Message delivered and accepted. New sheets. Every day I think. I hope Mom doesn't get pissed about all the laundry. I usually only change them Sundays."

"She'll be fine. Besides, she has someone to help with the laundry now."

I started undressing, and Aunt Marie did the same. "What do you want to do tonight, Jeremy? It's your fantasy."

"I just want to love you. I'll go down on you if you want, but all I really want to do is make love to you. Nothing crazy. Not tonight."

She smiled. "Sounds like a wonderful plan to me."

Lying on her back, Aunt Marie's breasts didn't seem quite so huge. Still fun to play with, but almost normal. Positioned between her legs, gazing down on her pretty face, so much like Mom's, I was reliving hundreds of my dreams. I was hard as soon as I had her undressed, and she was definitely ready for me, when I went to put my cock inside of her.

I rubbed up and down her slit, and eased the head in. She was deliciously tight, but not painfully so. She took half my length with no problem. Properly situated, I leaned over her, gazing into her eyes. "Do you have any idea how many thousands of times I've dreamed of this, Aunt Marie?"

She smiled. "Marie. Just Marie, when we're in bed, baby boy."

"Marie. I love you so much, Marie."

"Show me, Jeremy. Show me your love."

I did, lying on top of her, our bodies never breaking contact, kissing her frequently, feeling her hands wandering my torso. Twice, I showed her, without a break.

We'd been at it a while, when I saw the tears start.

"What's wrong, Marie?" I asked, slowing down.

"Nothing, Jeremy. Absolutely nothing. It's perfect. I... God, I don't thing I've ever felt so adored."

I pressed my lips to hers, then kissed every inch of her face, while I continued pumping her. "Get used to it. You're the best Aunt a boy could have. You were always there for me. Hell, even when I fucked up, like with Penny the first time, you came to me, and helped make things right, even after..."

"Shh. Jeremy. You don't need to explain it. I know. Don't you think I know? Just love me, baby."

She hadn't come for me, and I wanted her to. Needed her to. I started fucking her harder, changing position, trying to find what worked. She grabbed my hips and stopped me. "No baby. Keep it like it was, please?"

"You didn't come," I explained, settling back down and easing in and out again.

She smiled, her hand touching my cheek lightly. "You're so young. So sweet." She pulled me down for a soft kiss. "I don't want to come. I could easily, but this, what you're doing is what I want now. I need to experience it, feel the love, not the passion. Trust me sugar, you and I will have our moments of passion. This one's for the heart, not the pussy."

She leaned her head back, closing her eyes, giving me her body. "Worship me, love me, adore me. Let me feel it. It's been so long... so very long."

So that's what I did. Slow, easy love, trying to let her know with every stroke, all she'd ever meant to me. How I loved her, and always would. We'd been at it a long time, continuing straight through my first orgasm, with barely a pause, except for the few moments I held myself still, buried inside her, filling her.

My second time was building toward a big one. I saw her smile, as my motions became a little more aggressive. She pulled her legs back, and urged me on. "Now, Jeremy. Take me. Make me yours. Deep and hard, baby. Claim me."

I groaned leaning over her and pounding into her. I could feel her pussy pulsing around my cock, squeezing me. I stared into her eyes, seeing her love, her passion for me. "Mine, Marie," I groaned.

"Yours Jeremy."

"Mine!"

She nodded, whimpering softly as I pounded into her as hard as I could. Painfully so. I was close, very close, and I knew that she knew it.

She gasped, and a soft cry escaped her lips. "Mine," I growled. "Mine, mine, mine."

She was responding, but almost seemed to be fighting it. "J...J...Jer... emy," she gasped, a litany of tiny grunts escaping her lips. "No... don't... don't make me."

I pulled her legs back, resting my weight on her, my head beside hers, my hips driving into her, all of me, claiming her. Making Aunt Marie mine.

I felt her fingernails dig into my skin, her tight pussy spasming around my cock. She turned her head away, shaking, trembling, clinging to me with all her strength. "Mine!" I barked harshly, as I lost control, erupting inside of her. I bit down on her neck, and she screamed out. She gasped, holding her breath, her entire body stiffening. I was as deep as I could get, but kept pushing, grinding into her, trying to get a little further, and I felt the abrupt slackness as her body released.

I looked into her face and got nervous. She wasn't breathing, wasn't moving. I released her legs, and they flopped to the side. I turned her face, toward me, kissing her gently. "Marie? Aunt Marie?"

My hips had a mind of their own, slowly pumping away, while I spoke to her softly, trying to bring her back from wherever she'd gone. I felt a shiver through her body and she turned her head, her eyes flickering. Her hand reached up to my neck, pulling me down as she gasped, my face buried in her neck. She moaned, and released my head. I moved my face over hers, kissing her tenderly. Or that's what I intended.

She returned the kiss with a passion I hadn't seen from her, arms pulling my torso down, finger digging into my back. She cried out, her nails dragging down my back, her hips pounding up against the last remains of my erection.

I eased back on the kiss, my lips brushing hers. "Shh," I whispered, my hand stroking her face, my hips slowed to a halt, leaving me buried inside of her.

"God," she gasped, squeezing me tight. She shuddered, and looked into my eyes, "How do you do that?" she gasped. "Make me feel like that?"

My arms were getting tired, keeping my weight off of her. Another short kiss, before I rolled off of her, laying still. I felt her hand search out mine, fingers intertwining.

We lay quietly, catching our breath. My heart-rate had barely returned to normal when Aunt Marie cuddled up to me, nice and close, leg on top of mine, head on my shoulder. "Hold me, Jeremy," she purred.

I adjusted her a little, my arm hugging her close. I kissed the top of her head. "I love you, Aunt Marie."

Her lips pressed against my chest. "I know, baby. We've all known it forever. I love you too."

I chuckled. "Was it that obvious?"

"Please. Are you kidding? Like a puppy dog, you were, for years."

"Not too irritating I hope."

Her hand was caressing my chest, her leg moving slowly brushing the inside of her thigh against mine. "I loved it. Loved you. To be that special to someone is, I don't know, fulfilling? Ego-gratifying. Whenever my life was in any kind of crisis, I could always count on my Jeremy to lift my mood. Your calls to me, telling me what was going on in your life, God, they were wonderful." She lifted her head, lips offered up, and I kissed her. Softly, lovingly. She chuckled afterward. "Gotta admit. I never expected this."

"Me neither," I confessed. "Fantasized, yeah. But the thought that it could ever be real? Holding you like this? Making love to you? Impossible."

She struggled to cuddle in closer. I don't know how she figured on doing it. She'd have to crawl into my skin to get any nearer. "Not quite impossible, I guess," she teased.

She closed her eyes, resting her head on my shoulder. "Can we go to sleep like this, baby?" she murmured softly.

"Of course. There's nothing I'd like better."

I woke spooning her. Half asleep, her warm body pressed to mine, my arms wrapped around her. Her hair was in my face, and I carefully brushed it away. I was hard, and pressed my erection against her firm butt. I was trying to be quiet and subtle, but I guess that didn't work out so well.

She shifted her top leg, bringing it nearly up to her chest. "Gentle, baby," she mumbled, pressing her rear against me.

I rubbed my erection between her legs, back and forth across her nether-lips. She was quiet, murmuring a sweet little "Mmmm" every now and then. I took my cock in hand, rubbing her more seriously, pressing the head against her opening, probing her, opening her little by little. On one of my rubs, I felt the head enter her. I shifted a little lower and pushed firmly lodging a few inches inside of her.

"So good," she murmured.

Good for me, too. I found a nice comfortable position, held her in my arms, and slowly had my way with her. Fabulous. Easy, deliciously sexy, most of my cock sliding in and out of her, feeling her wetness growing.

I heard her big sigh, and felt her shift a little. She pressed back against my thrusts, and I was all the way in. "Mmmm. I could wake up like this every morning," she said.

"Love you, Marie," I whispered.

"Don't I know it. Easy baby. Nice and easy. Hold me and love me."

We kept it up for a nice while. I don't know if I should be embarrassed or proud, when I realized she had fallen asleep in my arms. I thrust in deeply, and held her, resting.

It was an amazing fantasy world, half awake, half asleep. Holding her, pumping her gently. Concentrating on the feeling of being inside of her. Holding her breast. My face tucked into her neck. As I got more aggressive, I felt her start to respond, still half asleep.

My fantasy world was shattered with the opening of a door.

"Jeremy? Have you seen my... Mom!" Colin gasped from the doorway.

Aunt Marie tugged the sheet up a bit. "Morning, Colin," she said calmly. "Are you the only one up?"

"Mom?" he whined.

Aunt Marie sighed, and her hand under the covers reached out and grabbed my hip. I hadn't even realized I was still thrusting inside of her. Her motion made me stop. She cuddled back into me, and patted the bed beside her. "Come in, baby. I... guess this is a bit of a surprise for you."

He stumbled in slowly, sitting down, head bowed.

"You have a good time with Kelly, last night?" she asked. I couldn't resist giving a little thrust inside of her. She felt too damn good to stop completely.

"Yeah, I stopped in and watched a movie with the family. It was fun. Had some popcorn and soda."

"That's wonderful, dear," she said softly, her head resting on my arm.

"Mom, what's going on?" he whined.

"Just cuddling with your cousin," she said. I was being bad, squeezing her tit, and pumping her a little more thoroughly.

"Is this why you want us to live here?" he asked.

She sighed shifting a little back toward me, turning to face her son. She pulled the sheet up almost to our necks. "Part of it. I... I'll probably be sleeping with your uncle and Jeremy here." She grabbed my hip again to slow me down, I guess I was getting a little carried away. "I'm tired of being alone, Colin. I love these men. Can you understand that?"

"But Mom! Jeremy's my age. He's my cousin."

"It's complicated. We have to keep it a secret. Just for this house, you understand. Jeremy's my boyfriend."

"But he has Penny!"

Aunt Marie chuckled. "Yes. That makes it perfect. He has his girlfriend for in public, and me here at home." She sighed. "He'll be going off to college, soon, but whenever he comes home, this will be our room. His and mine."

Colin was looking at me in confusion. "You said Uncle Harold too?"

Aunt Marie nodded. "Whenever Aunt Alice will let me. It won't be as often, she's his wife."

"I... I don't understand," he whined.

"Baby, it's simple. I'm theirs. Harold and Jeremy. It's what I want. It doesn't change anything with you. Not between you and me, or you and your cousin. Nothing has to change with any of us. We all still love each other like we always have."

I couldn't take holding still, and held her hip, pushing deep inside her, and slowly pumping her again. I know it was incredibly naughty, but I couldn't help myself.

Colin faced me for the first time. "Jeremy?"

"Your Mom's a gorgeous, sexy woman, you have to know that, Colin," I said.

"I know but.."

"She should never have to sleep alone. Never. It's a crime. As long as I'm around, she never will. I love her. She's my favorite person in the whole wide world. She always has been."

"This is so weird," he mumbled.

Marie reached out and grabbed his hand. "It's alright, Colin. We'll talk about it later. Why don't you go clean up and get dressed. Alice and I will be down in a while to make breakfast. I can't believe she's not up yet, I thought Harold was going in to work today."

"Half day," I reminded her, kissing her neck.

"Oh. That's right. Well, we'll be down in a bit, alright?"

Colin nodded and got up, closing the door behind him.

I pulled out of Aunt Marie, rolled her on her back, and climbed between her legs. I was thrusting away inside of her, before the echo of Colin's footsteps in the hall disappeared.

Aunt Marie sighed. "That's not how I expected the conversation to come about." She swatted my arm. "Very naughty of you, Jeremy. Sticking your big thingy inside me, while I was talking to my boy."

"Irresistible, remember?" I leaned down and kissed her.

She chuckled. "We're really going to have to do something about your morning breath, Dear. No kissing until after cleanup."

I shushed her, and starting screwing her harder. Long, firm strokes, which she had no problem taking all of. Like Mom. I closed my eyes, and fucked my aunt. Fucked her hard. I was selfish, not worrying about her needs, only determined to have my way with her. After a few minutes, I felt the end approaching, sped up my strokes until I lost it, filling her.

She smiled for me. "Feeling better now, horndog?"

"Much. You're right. This is the best way in the world to start every morning."

She gave me a little push, and I climbed off of her. "I'm gonna take a bath. In Alice's room. Why don't you clean up and keep Colin company?"

"Awkward," I said.

"Yeah. Probably. You two need to work it out. We're not going to be hiding much in the next week and a half."

She got up and disappeared in the bathroom. Came out wearing my robe, which was way too big for her. "Get up, lazy bones. Clean up and check on my boy. For me, Ok?"

"Of course."

She smiled. "If you'd been a little quicker about it, I would have kissed you." She blew me a kiss, and headed out the door.

I showered, brushed my teeth thoroughly, flossed, and gargled. I got the hint. Then I braced myself to face Colin.

He was sitting on the couch, watching me as I came down the stairs. "Yo, come help me make breakfast. Let's give the Moms a break," I called out on the way to the kitchen.

He wasn't much help, but he did set the table, and he started talking.

"You and Mom?"

"Yep," I answered.

"Do you, I mean, you're sleeping, but are you..."

"Everything, Colin. Your Mom is amazing."

He was quiet for a bit. "Is she? Really good? I mean, I know she's pretty..."

"Colin, your Mom is incredible. You've gotta know I've always had a thing for her."

He nodded. "I know, but I figured it was like me and your Mom. A fantasy, but, well you know, impossible. Then I got Kelly, and I guess my fantasies changed. You have Penny now, so I figured, you know."

I was making Dad's SOS. Shit On a Shingle, he called it. Creamed beef on toast. But we usually used a mixture of beef and venison if we had it. I was using some of our hog. The meat was finished browning, and I poured off the grease.

"Penny's great. I love her to death. I love your Mom too. Different, I guess. Penny's my girl. Your Mom is, I don't know, my woman? My fantasy come to life."

"This is so weird," he said.

"I know. Unexpected. We gotta keep it in the family, Ok?"

I started the gravy for the concoction. "Can you make some toast? Lots really, like 10 slices. And stir the pan every now and then. I'm gonna make sure everyone else is up."

Mom and Dad's door was open. I opened it to find both the sister's cuddling up to Dad, chatting away. All were naked. Talk about feeling jealous. "Break it up. Breakfast will be ready in less than 10 minutes."

Mom grinned. "You made breakfast?"

"Dad's SOS, and I'm gonna scramble up some eggs. Don't be long you heathens," I teased.

Mom and Aunt Marie laughed. Aunt Marie hopped up. "My bath's been ready for a while. I hope it didn't get cold."

Mom was stretching. "I think I'll join you. You can wash my back."

Aunt Marie jogged on her tip-toes into the bathroom. "No way, Sissy. You can wash mine."

I left them to their play, and went down to make sure breakfast hadn't exploded.

They took longer than I expected, but it was easy to keep the SOS warm over the burner on low, and the toast and eggs were in the oven staying warm. Dad was the first one down. I could see he was starting to move better. "Smells good," he said, pouring himself a cup of coffee.

Even though he was the first one down, he was the only one fully dressed. Prepared for work, I suppose. If so, he was going in late. It was after 9:00. I heard the Mom's moving about, laughing. I poured them each their coffee, and had Colin put the mugs on the table. We brought the food to the table. "Get their drink orders," I told Colin, as I brought out the huge pan of SOS.

The moms were almost dressed. Shorts and dad's shirts. I recognized that Aunt Marie was wearing one of Mom's shorts. I got a kiss on the cheek from each of them as they sat down. I ladled the creamed beef onto Dad's plate, then about a half serving to Mom and Aunt Marie. The eggs were getting passed around and Colin was setting out juice and water for whoever wanted them.

"What's the occasion?" Mom asked.

"Best Mom's in the World Day," I told her. "You're always waiting on us, I figure we can return the favor every now and then, right Colin?"

The mom's sat side-by-side, opposite Colin. Aunt Marie was at my end again. Dad was grinning at me. "What?" I asked.

"You're in a good mood today," his eyes glanced over at Aunt Marie.

"Oh, and you're not?" I pointedly looked at both of the sisters.

The moms put their heads together, whispering, giggling.

"Hey! No fair, Mom. No secrets at the table. It's your own rule."

She gave me a grin. "She who makes the rules, decides who breaks the rules. The rule still stands, except it doesn't apply to siblings. I thought that part was obvious."

Aunt Marie looked across the table at Colin. "Plans for this afternoon?"

He shook his head, shoveling eggs into his mouth.

"Good. You need to go by the house and pack up some things. You can't wear the same shirt and underwear every day."

He turned red. "How much?" he asked.

"Most of your clothes. I'll give you some boxes and bags for your stuff. I want you to get started right after breakfast. Alice and I will head over later to get my stuff, and to take care of whatever's in the fridge."

Mom looked over at me. "How about you?"

"Penny this afternoon. That's about it."

"Good. We have some chores for you as well. You need to get some of the boxes out of the attic. I'm pretty sure we still have a couple of those wardrobe moving boxes up there."

Dad chuckled.

"Laugh it up Dad. Very funny. Ha-ha," I said.

The attic was our disaster area. For a family that believes in a place for everything, and everything in its place, the attic was the exception. It was impossible to find anything. In mid-summer, it was like 140 degrees up there.

"You might try looking for my left-handed smoke shifter, while you're up there," Dad teased. I'd already chased that mythological item once as a Tenderfoot in the Scouts.

"No problem. I'll leave it with your Bosun's Punch. I think Uncle Harry said you'd found one of those."

"Smart ass," Dad replied, but at least he was grinning.

"The acorn doesn't fall far from the tree," I reminded him.

It was pretty clear we'd lost the rest of the table by then, and things got back to normal.

Mom got up to clear the table. "We've got this, Mom. This is your break day," I told her.

Colin gave me a bit of a glare, but the moms seemed happy.

By the time we had cleared everything, put away the leftovers and washed the dishes, Dad had his laptop out, checking his email I suppose. Mom and Aunt Marie took their coffees out to the porch, to join him. Colin and I checked in before tackling our new chores.

"There's a pile of collapsed boxes behind your father's stand-up tool chest," Mom said. "Help Colin load those up, and give him the black luggage set for packing."

Aunt Marie added, "Colin, I need you to neatly load everything in my tall dresser into the three large pieces of luggage, when you finish your stuff."

"Mom! Between my stuff and yours, that's going to take all afternoon!"

"Hush now. It won't take more'n two or three hours, if you don't dilly-dally," Aunt Marie told him. "One of the boxes has two levels of dividers. You'll have to put it together. My shoes go in there, one pair to a opening. Be careful with them, I don't want 'em all scuffed up."

"But Mom!"

Mom grinned. "Would you rather spend the next couple of hours up in the attic?" She glanced over at me.

Colin shook his head.

"Well get to it then, time's a wastin'," Aunt Marie said.

"This sucks," Colin whined as we headed to the garage.

"Just be happy you're not gonna be workin' in the sauna. I know as soon as I'm up there, Mom's gonna have a bunch of things she wants me to find. Happens every stinkin' time."

I loaded up the boxes, and pulled down the luggage from the overhead racks hanging from the ceiling above the garage doors, where we kept them. Filled the back of their SUV. We were just finishing up when Mom showed up. Dad was right behind, on his way to the office. "There's some packing paper over the sports cabinet, Jeremy. Why don't you get that down as well."

I friggin' knew it. I should have told her I had plans. Anything. We finally got Colin loaded up and out the door. Dad said his goodbyes, while Mom said she had a few other things she needed from the attic, leaving Dad chuckling as he got in the car. Mom was grinning. She was enjoying this. "The boxes, Jeremy?"

I sighed, and headed back in. Pulled down the attic access stairs in the upstairs hallway. The heat hit me like a blast furnace. I climbed the stupid ladder, and turned on the light.

"You might try looking to the right," Mom called up to me.

Just a few feet away were a stack of boxes. The metal rods for the wardrobe boxes were on top. "If you can, find the pressure cooker and canning jars. I think I'm going to make another batch of salsa," Mom added.

The pressure cooker was sitting on top of the two boxes of canning jars, right behind the moving boxes. Weird. "Alright," I told her.

"Oh, and while you're up there—"

"Mom!"

"—see if you can find your father's turkey fryer."

Crap. I was going to be up there forever. We'd looked for that last Thanksgiving with no success. I sighed, grabbed the boxes and started carrying them down. Three trips up and down for all the boxes. When I grabbed the pressure cooker. I saw a big box labeled 'turkey fryer' was right behind it. That didn't make sense. We'd looked all over for it. Then again, we weren't looking for it in a box, and there it was, labeled clear as day. Another five minutes and I had the canning jars and fryer down. It hadn't taken 15 minutes, and I was already sweating like a stuck pig.

Mom was busy carrying the canning stuff downstairs, and Aunt Marie had an armload of boxes. "Be a dear, and take the fryer out to the garage," Mom said.

I closed up the ladder access, and took the big box out.

Mom and Aunt Marie were waiting for me in the living room, wearing huge grins. That and panties. That's all. My chin nearly hit the floor. Aunt Marie walked up and gave me a Monster Energy drink. Mom approached and grabbed my chin, tugging down. "Open up."

I opened my mouth and she put something in it. "Drink up," she said.

I drank down about half the drink, and some kind of pill. I was already thirsty from the few minutes I'd spent up in the attic.

"You're soaked," Aunt Marie said. "Why don't you give me that stinky sweaty stuff and I'll put it in the laundry, with ours."

I peeled off my shirt. "What's going on?"

Alright. I guess I can be dense. Mom heaved a big exagerrated sigh. "With the afternoon's chores out of the way, what ever will be do with our time?"

"Shorts too," Aunt Marie said.

I removed my shorts, and passed them over. Aunt Marie tossed my dirty clothes in the direction of the kitchen. Both moms started giggling, and Mom took me by the hand, leading me up the stairs. Aunt Marie grabbed my other one and followed.

I was taken directly to the Master bath. Aunt Marie started the shower, and Mom pulled out a big stack of towels. Big. Maybe half a dozen of them. Then Aunt Marie was dragging me under the hot water, and I noticed she'd lost her panties. I was barely in, when I felt Mom push up against me, closing the door behind us.

Their hands started soaping me up, teasing me. I got a quick little kiss from Aunt Marie, then one from Mom. Aunt Marie was trying to wash me with her breasts, giggling.

"Alright, when'd you find all that stuff?" I asked Mom.

"Whatever could you mean Jeremy? It takes forever to find anything up there."

"Seriously, Mom."

She pulled me down for one of her Mommy kisses, and Aunt Marie had switched to soaping up my erection. "When we put away the linens and kitchen things from the cabin."

It felt weird to have someone else's hand rubbing between my butt-cheeks. I wasn't complaining, it was just weird.

The next thing I know, I was being rinsed, the water's shut off, and I'm standing in the bathroom getting towel dried, by two naked MILFs. It was surreal, I was their plaything, being guided along willingly.

"What's going on, Mom?" I asked, curious, but not wanting to rock the boat.

Mom smiled. "Marie and I have a few things we'd like to teach each other. You're going to be our practice dummy. Is that Ok with you?"

I glanced at Aunt Marie, and she nodded, giving her lips a teasing lick. "Works for me."

The sisters giggled, and dragged me into Mom's bed. I was situated in the middle, propped up with a couple of pillows. Mom and Aunt Marie were near the end of the bed facing me. Mom was between my legs, rubbing my thighs, with Aunt Marie to my left.

Mom looked up at me. "We're in no rush, Jeremy, Ok? We want to take our time. Try to relax, and if we ask you any questions, be brutally honest. This may not be the sexiest play session ever, but we'll make it up to you, right Marie?"

Aunt Marie nodded. "In spades, I promise. Be patient with me, Ok, lover?"

"Of course. You've been patient with me forever. It's the least I can do."

After that, it was like I was little more than a cock platform. They talked to each other, giggling, serious, playful.

"Ok, teach me one of these secrets," Aunt Marie told her.

Mom shook her head. "Not yet. We'd both be wasting our time. I told you, attitude is 90% of the job. We gotta work on that first. Then we'll add the bells and whistles. Remember Penny?"

Marie nodded. "Pretty impressive."

"You saw how he reacted?"

Aunt Marie nodded.

"She was right. I love my boy. Love him with all my heart. I'll do anything to make him happy. He needs to know that. When I'm down here, between his legs, that's my primary mission. Let him know he's loved and adored. Him and his wonderful toy."

Mom took a few minutes to take care of me, in full adoration mode. Touching, kissing, rubbing her face, her lips against my cock, gazing up at me on occasion, but almost all of her attention focused on my straining cock. Maybe 4 minutes on the clock, but an eternity in action. At the end of that time, she still hadn't taken me in her mouth.

She looked up at me. "Good Jeremy? On a scale of 1 to 10?"

"Ten Mom. You're always a 10 in adoration mode."

She grinned. "That's cute. You have a name for the prelude? Adoration mode?"

"Yeah. When you're doing that, and it seems like you're absolutely in love with my cock, adoring it. It's insane how hot that is."

Mom turned to Aunt Marie. "That's where we start. No tricks or anything."

Aunt Marie wore a puzzled look. "But you didn't even start. You didn't suck him or anything."

"Sucking's not critical. Hell, I could get him to come without ever taking him in my mouth or using my hands on him."

"Bullshit, Alice. It's hard enough using both."

"Wanna bet?"

Aunt Marie looked a little nervous. "Bet what?"

While they were thinking about it, I had an idea. "The loser is my slave for the rest of the day."

They both looked up at me, surprised. "What?" "You're kidding!" "No way!"

"Chicken, Mom? Think you can't do it? I don't think you can." I knew that would get to her.

Mom got a determined look on her face. "Of course I can't do it, but..."

"How about you, Aunt Marie? You don't want to see me controlling her? Making her blow me on the patio after dinner, with everyone sitting around watching?"

Aunt Marie's surprised look turned to shock. "With everyone there?"

I nodded. "Oh yeah. That would be seriously hot."

Mom looked at Aunt Marie. "Think twice, Marie. 'Cause you're going to be the one doing it."

"Can we have some ground rules about the slave thing?" Aunt Marie asked.

"No. No way. That would kind of ruin the whole 'slave' aspect. You're going to have to trust me. You both trust me, don't you?"

Mom nodded. "Of course, baby. It's just that, I mean with the whole family around, we really should limit it to the bedroom."

Aunt Marie chuckled. "Cluck-cluck-cluck. Who's chicken now, Sissy?"

Mom glared at her. "I was saying that for your sake, Marie. Never mind. Full slave it is. Until midnight."

"You don't get all afternoon to get him off, either."

"Ten minutes? You know that's pretty fast for him," Mom said.

Aunt Marie nodded. "Ten minutes." She looked at the clock. "You can start now. The 10 minutes starts in... 20 seconds."

Mom started by climbing up the bed, and kissing me softly. "You need to come for me, baby. Don't hold back. This is important. She needs to see it's not the action but the whole attitude and emotion that makes it work. Alright, baby?"

I gave her a thoughtful look. "I really would love to have you for my slave, Mom."

She blushed. "Come fast for me, make it good, and this weekend, I'll be your slave for a day. But we've got to show her, baby."

That was an offer too good to deny. A Two-for-one. "Alright Mom. I won't hold back. But you better make it good."

She kissed me deeply, rubbing against my cock. "The best. I do adore you. You and that beautiful cock," she whispered.

She slowly worked her way down my body, kissing my chest, my abs, touching me, licking me. I looked over and she'd already burned two minutes, but I was getting into it.

She used her face, her lips, her tongue, her hair, her cheeks. Constant, fleeting contact with my cock. Her hands glided across my skin, caressing me. My abs, hips, sides, thighs, my balls.

Her tongue, especially, was a devilish thing. She spent a long time using it to tease the head, the crest, torturing me. The world for her had disappeared, leaving a little singularity, just her head and my cock. I knew nothing else mattered in the world. Time was not an issue. I thought she'd be in a hurry, but it seemed just the opposite. With four minutes to go I was already sweating, moaning.

Mom didn't slow down, didn't even acknowledge my state. She was mumbling to herself, talking to my cock, rubbing her lips up and down my length. Mom pushed my legs further apart, taking a few moment to treasure my balls, licking and sucking.

Then she cheated. Not by the rules, she stuck to them, but to the essence of the matter.

Mom licked her finger and eased it into my bottom. While she was licking the head again, her breath warm and teasing, her finger was petting me, stroking the inside, searching out my prostrate, and milking it.

I groaned, ending with a whimper.

Aunt Marie was watching from only a few inches away, obviously enthralled. I reached down and stroked her hair, getting a surprised look from her. "My love slave," I moaned softly.

Mom's tongue was lashing away at the head of my cock. Her finger was doing crazy things to me, making my hips jerk involuntarily. I started to hold back a little, wanting to make it last.

Mom looked up. "It's time, my love. Feed me. Feed Mommy." She pressed her lips together on top of my cock, sucking away at the very tip.

I gasped and felt the cum launch from deep within me. Mom's lips captured it, sucking noisily, mixing air with my load. Her finger inside me was stroking firmly and slowly, coaxing out more.

After a few more shots, she took mercy on me, extracting her finger. I gasped, slowly settling my hips down to the bed, my heart pounding madly. Mom opened her mouth, and my cum slid out from between her lips, cascading over my cock head, pouring down my shaft.

"Time?" Mom asked.

"Eight and a half minutes," Aunt Marie answered softly.

Mom's mouth opened, and she took me in, quickly all the way to the root, making me gasp loudly. She gave me a few seconds of the Tunnel-of-Love, then took her time backing off, sucking and swallowing, her tongue active. When she finally broke free, my cock was clean as a whistle, and aching for more.

Mom had a ridiculously content look on her face. "Believe me now?"

Aunt Marie nodded. "I have a lot to learn don't I?"

Mom pulled her over, and gave her a quick peck on the lips. "You do, but you've got good teachers, and a great practice target."

"Teachers?"

"We'll get Penny to work with you too. I'm telling you, the girl is a natural. A freak."

Mom climbed out from between my legs, staying close, her breasts pressed against my right thigh, her hand stroking me gently. "We know you're not a big fan of oral, at least not giving," Mom said. "Tell me why? What's it like for you, what does it mean?"

Aunt Marie stretched out, mirroring Mom's position. "I don't know. It always seemed, belittling, degrading. Uncomfortable. I don't like someone poking at the back of my throat, making me gag. I... the first couple of times I tried, it was ugly. Dirty, and not in a good way."

"Dirty, how?" Mom asked curious.

"Smelly. Sweaty. Tasted like pee. Itchy hair. Made me want to puke."

"Does Jeremy's make you feel that way?"

Aunt Marie smiled, kissing my hip. "No. Just the opposite. I like it. I never really thought I would."

"Show him, Marie. Just for a minute. Forget everything else, and let him know, without words, that you love his cock."

Aunt Marie peeked up at me, and I brushed her hair back. "I love you, Marie. Love you so much," I told her, holding her eyes with mine.

She gave me a smile, looked down at my cock, and for a couple of incredible minutes, she told me she loved me too, without saying a word.

Aunt Marie loved my cock, rubbing against it, actually purring. She licked the length of my shaft, then rubbed it against her cheek. She stopped moving for a second, and inhaled deeply through her nose. I saw her tremble, then rub my cock all over her face. I groaned, my cock was once again as hard as granite.

Mom cuddled up to her, kissing Aunt Marie on the cheek, then claiming one side of my shaft, while Marie kept rubbing, kissing, licking teasing, whimpering softly.

"It's wonderful, isn't it."

"My Jeremy," Aunt Marie whispered.

"I know," Mom said. "Love him, Marie. Love our boy."

It was the most beautiful agony. The two of them, adoring my cock, neither sucking me, no naughty finger urging more. The pair of beautiful faces, so similar, gazing into each other's eyes, displaying their love.

Aunt Marie climbed up the bed, her lips descending on mine. Her eyes were wet, shining. "I do love you, you know?" she whispered.

"Of course. Like I love you." I kissed her. "The best aunt ever. It's why I've always been able to talk to you about anything. Everything. You would never hurt me, never steer me wrong." I reached down and grabbed Mom by the hair, slowing her actions, giving her a little shake to stop her from sucking me any better. I knew she was doing it to show off.

"Behave, Mom," I told her, my eyes still locked with Aunt Marie's. "My favorite, my fantasy," I whispered to Aunt Marie.

She smiled, but then looked down at Mom, nodding in that direction.

"My Mom. What more is there, Marie?"

She nodded, and kissed me softly. "I'll always be second."

"No, you'll always be different. I love you as much as I could love anyone, but it's different. Different than Mom. Different than Penny. Three different loves, none of which could ever be like the other."

Mom was behaving better, a smooth, easy sucking, no specials. I could see she was watching us, listening in. Nosy, ornery thing.

"I... I still don't understand it. I know you love her best."

I kissed my aunt slowly deeply, remembering all the fantasies. "Let me tell you how I feel when I wake up with each of you in my arms." I tapped Mom on the head, "Come up here Mom, for a second."

She gave me a last teasing suck, before lying beside me. I gave Aunt Marie a peck on the lips. "Be patient now, I... I have a hard time understanding this myself." I rolled toward Mom, cuddling up to her, pulling her in close, burying my face in her hair.

"When I wake up with Mom, it's like nothing else in the world. Complete serenity. A calm, all encompassing happiness like no other. I'm home. I don't know how else to explain it. It's where I belong, where I've always been able to retreat to. I've always been close to Dad, but if I got hurt, Dad would tell me to be a man. Mom would hold me, and make the pain go away. She could share my pain. I knew it hurt her as much as it did me.

"Waking up, holding Mom, I know that everything's going to be alright. Nothing will ever hurt me. And at the same time, I know I'd never let anything hurt her. Nothing. I'd kill for her, I'd die for her. I'd do anything, anything for my Mom. And I know, deep down, it's a two-way street. I love her, not with my brain, not with my heart, but with every essence of my being."

I looked down, and tears were running down her face. I tilted her chin up, and my lips caressed hers gently. "I love you, Mom."

I freed myself, rolling over. "Turn around, Marie."

She rolled over, her back to me, and I spooned in close, wrapping my arms around her, touching as much of her body as possible.

"Waking with you, Marie, is different. Even when you sneak into my bed, moments after I'm awake, before I'm fully aware, I know it's you. My fantasy. My best friend. In my arms. A dream come true. I feel a joy that's hard to explain. Sometimes it gives me goosebumps. You, in my embrace. With Mom, it's where I'm supposed to be. With you, it's the complete opposite. Impossible. It can't really be true. You, in my arms, with me. Mine. Inconceivable."

I started kissing her shoulder, my hand squeezing her tit. "All I could ever want in the world. My fantasy for so many years. The friend that always was there for me, helping me, guiding me, a mentor, a shoulder to cry on. So many different things. It blows my mind to think of all the ways I love you, one piled on top of the other. With Mom, it's one single deep all encompassing love. With you, it's layers and layers of different ways I love you."

I was still hard, and I scooted down, pressing in between her legs, searching for home. I felt her fingers guide my head into her, and I sank in. Pushing, joining her at a new level.

"Half asleep, holding you, a deep-seated, complete joy and satisfaction enfolds me. I have to touch you, feel you, squeeze your amazing tits, taste your soft skin, smell you, feel myself inside of you, just to let me know it's real, and that I'm not still dreaming." I started stroking into her, lifting her leg, probing deeper.

"I... I know it doesn't make sense. The love, this love, loving you, is wonderful, but only a part of it. There's some of the serenity I get with Mom, the closeness of my special friend, the ecstasy of enjoying my fantasy, the trust, at a level that only Mom and Dad can share."

I kissed her neck, biting her, thrusting harder. "There's a downside to it, and I'm sorry about that. I know you. Know you will be there for me always. I could leave for five years, come back and hold you and nothing would have changed. So sometimes I take you for granted. I don't mean to, but I don't have to prove myself to you. I know that you'll always love me, and I'll always love you. And I... I sometimes..." I started choking up. "I'm sorry, Marie. You deserve better. I'm so sorry."

Then I was in her arms, face buried between her tits, her leg over mine, pulling me in close. I felt her face pressed against my hair.

"No, Jeremy. It's Ok. I understand. I do. You're right. I'll always be here for you. I don't need your reassurance, or little reminders. I'll always see you as the baby on my breast, the toddler holding my skirt. The little boy trying to impress me, showing off. The tween with that look of fascination, infatuation. My teen buddy, calling on the phone to share his world, seeking me out for advice. Trusting me completely and without any reservation. Sharing his joys and failures. Working so hard to make things right between my sister and me. Placing my needs above even his own. I'll always love you, always be here for you. I don't need any more proof of your love, Jeremy. I've seen it in everything you do, since you were born."

Mom was behind me, cuddled in close, kissing me. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "I... I've always been so jealous. Jealous of what you two shared. I had to be the Mom, make the rules, lay down the law. She got to be your friend. You shared what was going in your life with her, while I stood on the sidelines, watching. Until the last few weeks. Then you were mine. All mine, and I didn't want to share. Finally you talked to me, told me everything, and I could do the same with you. That... that first time with Penny, trusting me to make it right, sharing that, it changed me, changed everything. I can't let it go. I need all of you. Not just a mother's love, but my soul mate's love. My lover's love."

Aunt Marie released me, pushing me gently away while Mom eased me onto my back. I was buried in an avalanche of the sisters' kisses. For once they weren't competing, they were sharing me, considerate of each other, the kiss from one transitioning to the other smoothly, two mouths on mine, my tongue moving from one mouth to the other and back. The kisses never stopped, as one would ease onto my body, taking me inside, loving me, then moving away and making room for the other.

The rides lasted longer, Mom was on me, intent on her actions. Marie was kissing me. I gave her a nudge to take her turn, and she shook her head. "Not yet, baby boy."

Moments later, I heard Mom gasping, coming on me. She slid off, her mouth taking over from her sister, and Marie was back in the saddle, this time with a little more determination.

"Gonna come soon?" Mom asked.

"Hard for me to come when I'm on the bottom, Mom."

She grinned. "You mind if we have our fun?"

"I love it. I love you."

She chuckled. "I know that. We all know that, don't we? I'm your home."

I grinned, listening to Marie grunting, as she ground against me hard. "You're my home, and I love parking in your garage."

She giggled. "Naughty boy." She kissed me softly. "That was nice, what you told Marie, about the way you loved us, the difference."

"It was just the truth."

We both chuckled, as Aunt Marie cried out, slamming down on my cock, making my whole body shake, bouncing my shoulders and head off the bed, catching Mom in the forehead with my cheekbone.

"Someone's having a good time," Mom teased. "Starting to hog things."

"I think she's on edge, going for multiples," I whispered, getting more distracted by my aunt's actions.

She was fucking me hard, and I was starting to feel it.

"Close?" Mom asked, watching my reaction.

"Uh-huh," I grunted, thrusting into my fantasy.

Mom was quiet, watching me, her hand brushing back my hair, caressing my face.

"FUUUUCK!" Aunt Marie screamed, buried on my cock, her pussy pulsing madly, milking me.

"...gotta..." I gasped.

"Make her happy, baby boy. Love my baby sister."

Aunt Marie's fingers were digging into the flesh of my sides, as she ground against me, panting loudly, her hips going crazy for a few seconds, her moans and grunts rising in pitch and intensity, before she'd come for me, and go right back to grinding.

I held on as long as I could, fighting it, feeling my cock swell, clenching my ass cheeks hard. I grabbed Aunt Marie's hips, lifting her and driving my cock into her desperately, pumping madly, grunting hard before reaching the point of inevitability. I slammed my cock into her, grinding into her, shoving deeper, as I erupted deep inside her.

Aunt Marie, screamed out, trying to free herself from my hands, her hips wiggling and swiveling, while I held her forcefully, driving myself into her.

Mom backed away, while I pulled Aunt Marie into my arms, holding her tightly. I felt the tremors pulse through her body, while I slowly stroked into her with the remains of my erection.

She was breathing hard, gasping, suddenly trembling for no reason. Mom leaned close, and bit her on the shoulder, smacking her butt. "Greedy. You used that one up. Now we've got to start all over again."

Aunt Marie groaned. "Jesus, Sissy! That was incredible. You've gotta get some more of this. Fuck, he's got the perfect dick."

Mom giggled. "Just like his father. You'll find that out soon enough."

"Damn. Could you imagine both of them?"

"I think, if you and I play our cards right, we can more than imagine it," Mom teased. She gave Marie a pretty hard push, rolling her off me.

"Hey!" Marie whined. "I was comfortable."

Mom smiled. "You love my boy, Marie?"

Aunt Marie pouted. "That's a stupid question."

Mom looked my aunt in the eye, then pointedly turned her head, and looked at my cock. "Prove it. Adore him."

"Now?" Aunt Marie answered, looked at the sticky mess.

"If you don't, I will. I'll let him know just how much better a mother's love is. Complete, unqualified, no limits."

She watched her sister for a few seconds, then shrugged and starting moving south.

Aunt Marie scrambled down the bed. "No, I can do it." She moved between my legs, holding my semi-hard cock daintily between two fingers. I watched her eyes flit between me, my Mom, and my cock.

Mom moved down beside her, hugging her. "Let me help, you. I'll get it started."

She took my cock from her sister, opened her mouth and sucked me in. All of me. She pulled away slowly, and most of the mess was gone. Mom chuckled. "I tasted a dirty girl on my baby boy's cock."

Mom still held my cock. "It's still beautiful isn't it, Marie? The potential. Just knowing that with a little effort, we can make him big again, and he can love us."

Mom buried her face in my pubes, rubbing my cock against her cheek. "I love this thing."

She backed away, making room for my aunt. "Didn't it do good for you? Let it know you appreciate the effort."

Aunt Marie's face approached my cock. She was wearing a nervous little smile. "He was a very good boy."

"Tell him, Marie."

She kissed the head. "Very good boy," she whispered. Her lips slowly trailed kisses down the shaft. "Busy boy, aren't you. Keeping two women happy." I saw a little smile appear on her face, when it twitched.

"You like that? Knowing you have two women, big boy? Naughty sisters, that need a lot of attention. I'd hide if I were you, cause we're gonna use you up." She took the head in her mouth sucking teasingly.

I could feel myself swelling and she giggled. "Not even a little afraid? We're going to be mean. Keep you hard forever. Get you rock hard, and never let you finish." She leaned forward, and kissed the base, cleaning up a little of the mess that escaped Mom's initial effort.

"We need to clean you up. Get you pristine and perfect." Her tongue ran around the base, moving to my balls for a second before returning to the shaft. "Mmmm, you taste so naughty. Two horny girl's juices."

She sucked me again, simply, bobbing up and down, before pulling off. "Be afraid, little Jeremy. Be very afraid. Any harder, and we're gonna start for real." She rubbed her face against my cock, her eyes closed. "You want me, don't you, big guy. I know you do. I... I want you too."

I was hard, but not crazily so. Mom nudged her sister. "Ride him for just a second, sis."

Aunt Marie eagerly climbed up, and settled over my cock. "Damn that feels good."

After only a few strokes, Mom was pushing her away. "Enough, Marie." Aunt Marie dismounted, and Mom was waving my messing cock again. "Can I, or do you want to?"

Aunt Marie was still a little hesitant. "You first?"

Mom chuckled. "That's dirty you know. Making me taste you on him." It didn't stop Mom from spending about a minute cleaning me thoroughly, adoringly.

"Again," she said.

Aunt Marie swung her leg over me, and pressed me back home. A dozen strokes or so, and she dismounted. I was dirty again, though not as bad as the last time. Mom was holding me up for her. She approached, watching it carefully, like it would bite.

"Suck it, Slave Marie. Suck my cock, then ride me and do it again. I want to watch you."

"Do it," Mom urged, pointing my cock toward her sister.

Aunt Marie leaned forward and took me in her mouth, as deeply as she could, slowly sucking me clean.

"Good girl," I said. She licked the base, where she couldn't reach when I was in her mouth. Teasingly, she licked and sucked.

"Dirty girl," Mom teased.

"Mmmhmmm!" Aunt Marie groaned.

"Share?" Mom pleaded softly.

Aunt Marie leaned my cock toward Mom, still licking the base. Mom sucked me into her mouth, and snuck in a Swirly-go-round, making me groan. Aunt Marie perked up. "You did one, didn't you!"

I chuckled. "Swirly."

Mom blushed, somehow smiling with me still in her mouth. Gave me another one.

"Mom..." I moaned.

"Teach me, Sissy," Aunt Marie pleaded.

Mom lifted up. "Not yet. You're almost there. I promise. When you're ready, I... I'll teach you all of them, if you want. It'll take time and a lot of practice."

"Ride me again, Marie. Ride me and clean me. I love to watch you do that."

She grinned, and Mom got out of the way so Aunt Marie could mount me. "You like that do you? Seeing me get all worked up, loving that big fat cock of yours?" She pulled her feet in close, getting off her knees, squatting on me. She put her hands on my chest, and lifted up to the very tip, before driving back down.

"Most beautiful thing in the world," I told her.

"Really?"

"Hell, yeah," I said, thrusting into her, lifting my legs and hips into the air.

Mom scurried over and sat on my legs, behind her sister. "No, baby boy. She needs to do all the work here. You just sit back."

All my urges were to pound up into her, but Mom was making that impossible.

Aunt Marie moved a little faster, driving me crazy. Mom reached down and started massaging my balls. Damn, that felt nice.

"Show me, Aunt Marie. Clean me and show me."

She grinned, working up and down my shaft a little faster. "You sure?" she teased.

"Now, slave girl!" I barked teasingly.

She dropped down and ground her hips against me. She stuck her tongue out, then she was climbing off to one side and Mom the other. She wasted no time taking me in her mouth.

"Fuck, that's good," I groaned.

Marie sucked a while longer, then did her best Mom impression, adoring my cock.

"She's getting better, isn't she?" Mom said, brushing her sister's hair back for a better view.

"So much better."

"Good." Mom leaned over, rubbing her sister's back, while Marie went from adoration to full on sucking.

"We need to get you lots of practice, Marie," Mom said. "Lots and lots."

Aunt Marie hummed her assent. That felt pretty wild.

"Let's go back to what we were doing before," Mom whispered to her sister. "Taking turns, sharing him."

Aunt Marie pulled up, looking at me, as her mouth slowly came off my cock.

"Up here, pretty slave girl," I teased.

She climbed up the bed, and Mom climbed on top of me, taking me inside, then lying on top of me. Marie had already started on the kissing, and she let Mom's face nudge her to the side, stealing my kisses, as her hips started their fiendish work.

She kept at it a couple of minutes, then started sliding off. "Suck him, then it's your turn."

"But he just..."

"Please, Marie?" I asked.

She turned on the bed, and a few moments later, I felt her mouth on me. "She's doing it, Mom."

Mom kissed me deeply. "We're going to have so much fun training her, aren't we?"

I chuckled, then felt Marie climb back on top of me. I felt her warmth envelope my cock, then she was lying on top of me, Mom scooting over to give her room. "That was naughty, Sissy," Marie whined.

Mom giggled. "He didn't think so. He loved it. And that's what counts, right?"

The shared kissing started up again, then Mom was dislodging Marie again. "Suck him, then it's my turn."

They developed a pattern, each taking turns, with Marie sucking me in between. I was in absolute heaven. Once again, they started taking longer shifts, and each had a couple of nice orgasms riding my cock.

"Getting close, Mom," I groaned while she was riding me.

"Where do you want to finish," she asked.

"In you. Inside you, Mom."

She seemed to think about it. "We should wait a couple of more days," she said softly.

I grabbed her hips. "In you," I groaned.

"Jeremy..."

I pulled her down, one arm clutching her body, holding her, my other hand grabbing her ass, while I pounded my cock into her.

She whimpered, hugging me, while I grunted my way through my release, pumping her full of my seed. Into Mom's unprotected pussy.

I lay there gasping, as she held my face in her hands. "What am I going to do with you?" she whispered. "You know it's not safe."

"I know," I told her looking into her eyes intensely.

She kissed me softly. "I'm almost 39 years old."

"You're young and beautiful. You're in great shape."

She gave me a wistful little smile, and slowly climbed off of me. She looked down at Marie. "Take care of our boy, Marie. Do a good job now. Let him feel it. Feel the love."

I sighed as Marie took care of me. Gently, adoringly. Mom watched with her head on my shoulder. "You need to think about what you're suggesting, Jeremy. This isn't something we do on a lark."

"I love you, Mom. I... I want to, to..."

She chuckled, and kissed my chest. "I know what you want to do. That's twice now that you wouldn't stop. Wouldn't let me free."

"Mom..."

"Later. This is serious. Your father has to be involved in any discussion. You're talking about another 19 years of our lives."

"Would you want to?" I asked.

"Part of me wants nothing more. The smart side says I'm crazy. I... I don't think your father would go for it. At the very least, we need time, time to settle in with the new regime. You understand?"

Aunt Marie finished up, then parked opposite Mom. "I will if you will, Sissy."

Mom looked surprised. "You'll what?"

"You know. I think it would be great. We could do it together, with Howard the perfect Dad, all over again. Except now he'd have help, dealing with two hormonal sisters."

Mom shook her head. "This is all happening too fast. So many problems. Jeremy would be away, in college. We'd both be almost 60, before we were done."

"I'm just saying. I've thought about it. What am I doing with my life? I'm 37 years old and all I've got to show for it is Colin. I'll be losing him soon. Then what?"

"You could do anything you want, Marie. You're rich, you're beautiful, you're young."

Rich?

"I want what you have, Alice. It's all I've ever wanted. You know that. Maybe this is my chance."

"Howard's been talking about retiring when he hits 55. Seeing the world together. He'd be 60, before we were done."

"So we do it. The kids would be teenagers by 55. We can take them with us. Home school, travel, get world experience, different cultures. And if it was all of us, money wouldn't be an issue, would it?"

I felt my head was on a swivel, turning back and forth to watch them discuss it as if I wasn't even there.

"We can't make this decision. We have to talk to Howard, and I think it's too soon. Not after all the troubles we've been having."

Marie smirked. "I can make my own decision."

Mom glared at her. "No. Howard is the head of this family. If you're serious about being a part of it, then you don't do anything like that without talking it over."

"I'm hungry," I announced.

I got a weird look from both of them, then they looked at each other, grinning. "Fuel up for round three?" Aunt Marie asked.

The discussion was benched, and we ate. They wore my t-shirts, and I wore shorts. Seeing them both like that, knowing they were naked except for the single scraps of cloth, was driving me crazy.

After lunch, I insisted on changing things up. I finally got off my back, and we played around, trying different positions. They teased each other, making fun of each other's orgasm sounds. I had some fun tutoring Marie's mouth. I especially liked having Mom on her hands and knees, taking her from behind, pulling out and making Marie suck me.

I was getting into the whole Slave Marie, idea. I'd ask Mom to do things, and then tell Marie what she had to do. I was rougher with her, pulling her hair, swatting her bottom. She was certainly willing enough.

Mom was adamant about my not coming in her anymore. Not until there was a serious talk. She agreed that we could have that talk before I left for school.

So Marie got my finish, twice. The first time I had her on her belly, pinned to the mattress. I made her stretch her arms above her head, and Mom sat on them, facing me. Marie's legs were parted, my legs holding hers down, my full weight on her, hammering her pussy mercilessly.

Marie was in her own little world, gasping, grunting, unable to respond to anything I said to her. An occasional whispered word or phrase escaped her lips, but it was difficult to make any sense out of it. I made out the occasional "Cock", "Fuck", "Yeah", "Deep", and my favorite, "Jeremy", usually spoken, Jer... uhhh... meeeee!"

"You're mine now," I whispered in her ear, nibbling on her neck, trying to drive her through the bed. "Mine, Marie. Never forget that. Mine!"

Mom's spread legs, trapping Aunt Marie's arms, exposed her open swollen pussy only a few inches from my face. Mom was rubbing herself, watching us. "Fuck her, baby. Fuck that little slut senseless. Show her what it's like to have a real man, finally. Like I've had all these years. Fuck her, Jeremy. Destroy that nasty pussy."

I guess some of the sibling rivalry was still kicking in.

Aunt Marie had gone multi-orgasmic again. She would cry out, gasping, her entire body straining underneath me. Before each one, her face would turn red, and she'd hold her breath, letting it loose explosively as the end of each orgasm. I loved being able to do that to her. Each time she'd come, I'd bite down on her neck or her shoulder, and she'd shudder.

I slowed down a little, giving it to her deep and steady, listening to her little grunts raising in pitch and volume, the silent gap between them growing longer.

She must have been coming in waves for about five minutes, when we lost her again. She had a big one, building up to it nicely, her body shaking, try to fight me off. I grabbed her tits and squeezed, hammering her as hard as I could. "Come," I demanded. "Come for me!"

Mom grabbed her head by the hair, and lifted it, making Marie look ahead, where Mom was diddling herself. "Come you slut. Come on my boy's big fat cock!" she growled.

Aunt Marie screamed, her entire body tensing, her pussy slamming down around my cock like a vise. She was thrashing wildly, one leg breaking free. She managed to lift off the bed for a moment, taking me with her, before she collapsed back down, completely still.

"Damn," Mom laughed.

I stopped to shake her, and Mom urged me to continue. "Keep going, Jeremy. She'll be fine."

I went back to fucking her, steady and deep. It must have been another 10 seconds before she suddenly gasped, and I could feel her coming for me again. Something about that set me off, and I sped up, searching for my finish. "God, oh God!" Marie gasped, collapsing on the bed, trembling.

Mom was brushing her hair back, lovingly, when I grunted my own powerful release, pumping all the way through the finish. She was so exhausted by the ordeal, it took me a couple of minutes to get her to clean me up.

The last time I had Mom on her knees again, gripping her hips, and powering through another one. It had taken me forever to get there, including a nice little break, where I was tutored by both on the fine art of cunnilingus.

Mom's head was on the mattress, butt raised high, moaning sweetly, as I hammered her. I was physically exhausted but determined to get my last nut. I had Marie kneeling beside us, her head resting on Mom's butt. Every so often, I'd pull out of Mom, and use Aunt Marie's mouth for a bit, before returning to Mom's loving nether embrace. The visuals were simply breathtaking. When the end was inevitable, with a herculean effort, I pulled out of Mom and pulled Marie's face onto my cock. By that point, I didn't have a lot to offer her, but she took it like a champ. The training was taking.

I liked that last one a lot.

It was after 3:00 before we were finished and showered together. I was completely drained, and the two moms were absolutely glowing.

I dressed, with the two of them sitting on my bed, watching. "What do you think, Jeremy? You think your aunt's ready for the real training?"

"Start slow? Like with Penny?"

"Of course. I'm thinking pretty much the same way. We'll get a couple of starters in before we start her on the big seven."

"Sounds great. I'd love to be part of that."

"What are you and Penny gonna do?"

I laughed. "Not sex. Not for a while. You two evil women have drained me dry. I'm thinking hit the mall, maybe take in a movie. I told her we'd wash and wax her car."

"If you're going to miss dinner, call, Ok?" Mom said.

"I will. If she wants to come over?"

"Just let us know enough ahead of time to make sure we make enough."

I went over and kissed them both. "How did I ever get so lucky?"

Mom giggled. "You and your father packed a Jeep too tightly."

I left them making plans, and went looking for my girlfriend.

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