By the time Friday night rolled around I was completely exhausted. Mom had warned me that she might go a little crazy for a while because it had been so long for her, and she proved to be correct. After the quickie in the kitchen on Monday, she made appearances in my bedroom Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday after dad had gone to bed. Suni was getting a little frustrated, but we did manage a couple of quickies after mom had gone back downstairs.
While no kid wants to think about his parents having sex, I have to say that I can see why my dad fell for my mom, and I also wonder how in the hell he's not still hot for this woman. I hope that's not me when I get to be that age.
As much as I had enjoyed cumming on my mom's face, I actually preferred to shoot inside of her, so it was condoms for me again for that week. She had gone to see her doctor on Monday and been put on birth control injections but they wouldn't be guaranteed to be fully effective for about 30 days and we weren't taking any chances. Of course, when she told me to fuck her ass on Thursday night, there was no condom needed.
Jasmine and I had experimented with anal play a few times. She enjoyed when I licked and fingered her there, and she had even returned the favor a few times. We had tried for full-on anal sex but I only got about a third of the way in before it became too much for her. She says she wants to try again but seems a little gun shy (which I totally get, you know). But thanks to my mom, I learned that anal sex is a distinctly different experience than the regular kind, and I plan to keep working on Jasmine to try it again.
Friday night I took Jasmine out to dinner and a movie. She asked me to come over for a barbecue tomorrow, noting that her mom would be there but her dad was out of town on business. That seemed like unnecessary additional information, since I had spent time over there many times and she had never made a point of telling me this. I simply acknowledged what she told me and we went on with our evening.
We ended the evening parked along Stevens Creek, a popular make-out spot. There were a couple of other cars scattered along the shoreline as well, and I have doubt that they were all doing what Jasmine and I were doing. We made love in the back seat, the gurgling sounds of the active creek providing the soundtrack. It was an evening of gentleness, tenderness, and romance. It was more about expressing our love for each other than getting each other off, and I know Jasmine felt it as much as I did.
"I love you, Steve."
"I love you too, baby."
"We're together forever, right?"
"Of course."
"You know I don't mind you fucking your mom and sister, right."
"You've made that pretty clear."
She adjusted her position and looked me in the eyes.
"I know, but I wanted to make sure you knew it wasn't just an 'in the moment' thing. I really don't mind. I enjoy being with Suni, too, and it's okay if this goes on for years, even after we're married. Just as long as we're together."
"Okay, baby. I understand, but I also want you to know that if you change your mind you don't have to be afraid to tell me."
We spent another hour or so at the creek's edge before packing it in for the night. There was still one car parked when we left. I dropped Jasmine off at her house, confirming the plan for the barbecue the next afternoon.
When I got home I found the house dark, so I knew mom had already gone to bed. In my bed I found Suni, who had obviously been waiting for me and had fallen asleep as she waited. I quick peek under the covers revealed her to be nude, which was not a surprise. I considered taking a shower but decided against it, knowing that Suni enjoyed Jasmine's taste and smell so would be okay with it. She woke as I climbed into bed.
"I was waiting for you."
"I know. Sorry I'm so late."
She grabbed my cock and began stroking it hard.
"Did Jasmine leave anything for me?"
"I think so."
No sooner had I said that than Suni's lips were wrapped around the now hard shaft. She paused just long enough to point out that she 'could taste Jasmine' before resuming her blow job. Soon, she swung her leg over my head, putting her wet, furry pussy in my face. I had her climaxing within minutes, and I had a bit of a struggle breathing for a few seconds as she squeezed me with her thighs before releasing me. She rolled over on to her back.
"Fuck me, Stevie."
I briefly pondered the change in my sister from the shy, reserved virgin of just a couple of weeks ago, the one that was nervous about even letting me see her naked, to the more brazen woman that would simply spread her legs and tell me to fuck her. Obviously, the change was of benefit to me now, but I wondered how it would affect things in the long term. Of course, she took to it so naturally that maybe it was just a matter of time.
*****
I got to Jasmine's house the next day just after 4:00pm. I had been here enough times to know that, with Jasmine's dad out of town, I would be doing the grilling. Jasmine and her mom, whose name was Hannah, had already marinated some burger patties in a Worcestershire sauce mixture and they were chilling in the refrigerator. They had also made some cole slaw and had some baked beans ready to be warmed. The ladies themselves were relaxing in the hot tub.
"Hey baby. Go get your suit on and climb in. We're gonna eat later."
I went into Jasmine's bedroom and changed into the swim trunks I kept at her house. I also kept a few changes of clothes here, just in case. I gazed out the window at the two pretty ladies in the hot tub. Hannah was about 40 and the similarities between her and Jasmine were plain. They both had long brown hair and athletic builds, though Hannah's had settled somewhat. From the pictures I had seen, what weight she had gained, and it wasn't much, had settled on her ass, giving her a more voluptuous look than Jasmine, though not as much as my mom or Suni.
They interacted easily. I knew they spent a lot of time together. Jasmine's dad, Neil, spent a lot of time working and 'hanging out with the guys', though whenever I had seen him and Hannah together they seemed affectionate, though my parents seemed to have a passion that they lacked.
I climbed into the hot tub, sitting next to Jasmine and across from Hannah. As I put my arm around her, Jasmine immediately put her hand on my thigh, causing 'Little Steve' to start waking up. Moments later, Jasmine had her hand on the bulge in my swimsuit, which made me a little anxious, what with her mom sitting right there. We chatted a little bit before they got to what was apparently the point of the get-together.
"Steve, we've always agreed there would be no secrets from each other, but there's something I've been reluctant to tell you because I was afraid how you'd react. But you've been so honest with me over the last couple of weeks that I realized I wasn't being fair."
"You've been keeping a secret from me?"
"I have, but I mean to fix that now."
"Are you sure you want to do this in front of your mom?"
"Actually, it's kind of her secret."
"Baby, secrets about others aren't included. You don't have to share your mom's secret. I'm sure there are things about my folks that I haven't told you."
"She thinks I should, that you should know everything. And, it's kind of my secret, too."
"Okay, I'm listening."
It was here that Hannah entered the conversation.
"Steven, do you know what a marriage of convenience is?"
"Uh...isn't that when, like, someone marries a U.S. citizen so they can stay in the country?"
"That's one example, but there are others. The truth is that Neil and I are in a marriage of convenience."
"What do you mean?"
"Neil works with the government, has since he was in college. He has access to very sensitive information and it is common knowledge that certain...lifestyles are not acceptable."
"Lifestyles?"
"Baby, my dad is gay."
I pondered that for a minute. I admit that I had no idea, though all the time he spends with 'the guys' suddenly took on new meaning. So, if he's gay, does that mean...?
"Is he your real father, Jas?"
"Yes, he is," Hannah answered. "Neil and I spent our honeymoon having sex as often as we could manage it. First, we had heard that a marriage wasn't legal until it was consummated, and also we agreed that we would do it until I got pregnant. As it turned out, we got the job done on the honeymoon. Neil and I haven't had sex with each other since we got the positive test."
"But you guys seem so happy."
"We are happy, Steven. Neil is a wonderful person and I enjoy spending time with him. And except for the sex, this is a real marriage. We make decisions together, particularly about Jasmine, and all of our assets are mixed together."
"Does he have...a boyfriend?"
"Oh yes. You've met Norm a couple of times. They've been together almost as long as Neil and I have."
"Okay, I guess I can see doing this 20 years ago, but times have changed. Heck, gay marriage is legal now so you guys could split up and be your true selves now. And I can't believe you've gone all this time without... without..."
"Without getting laid?" I nodded. "Oh, I haven't, I promise you that. But that's the next part of the secret. And Neil's job would still prevent him from coming out of the proverbial closet"
"God, there's more?"
"Yep. The other part of that, Steven, is that I'm a lesbian."
I was glad no one had a feather because they could have knocked me over right there. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. I had known these people for years and had absolutely no idea.
"Do you have a...a girlfriend, Miss Hannah?"
"I've had a few over the years but none I wanted to spend my life with. When I'm between relationships I find other ways to get my needs satisfied One-night stands and the like, though that's not really my preference."
"Wow, okay. I had no idea. But I still don't see how this is something that Jasmine should have shared with me."
"Well, on a broad scale, since you two are planning to get married, it seems like something you should know about your future in-laws. On a narrower scale, well, some things have changed recently that has made it as much hers as mine."
"Changed?"
"Honey, do you remember the first time we made love?" Jasmine asked.
"Of course I do. It was your 18th birthday and your parents took us to dinner, then left us to do our thing. They went to a movie or something and we went back to your house and made love on your bed. It was amazing."
"And if you'll recall, we decided you should leave before my parents got home, so you were long gone when they finally showed up."
"I remember."
"You had so worn me out that I fell asleep right there on my bed, totally nude and with your cum leaking out of me, apparently. That was how mom found me when she came to check on me."
"Oh boy," I said as I glanced over at Hannah, who gave me a smile and then took over the narrative.
"It was late and I sent Neil on to bed before coming to check on Jasmine. The truth was that I suspected something like this would happen. We didn't leave you guys home alone by accident, you know. Anyway, I thought Jasmine might want to talk about it, how it felt and any feelings she was having. But, like she said, she was fast asleep."
I was looking them both in the eyes, back and forth, and there was something more to this story, and they were definitely hesitant to admit it to me. They were having a conversation with their eyes, and all I could do was wait it out. Finally, Hannah spoke.
"Steven, please understand I'm not proud of what I did. I've always been aware of how pretty Jasmine is, and the truth is that it had actually been some time since I'd...had my needs met."
"What happened?" I asked, with some suspicion that I knew but wanting to hear them say it.
"I...I took the opportunity to...clean up Jasmine's vagina...using my tongue."
"You went down on Jasmine?"
"I did. She looked so beautiful and sexy lying there, and your stuff was leaking out of her and I just became overcome with lust. I really couldn't help myself."
Jasmine was having trouble meeting my eyes, and I had known her long enough to know there was still more to the story.
"C'mon Jasmine. Enough with the 20 questions. Give it all to me. You know I love you and there's nothing that'll come between us."
"You're right, baby. I woke up while mom was licking me and it felt so good. For a minute I thought you had come back somehow, but while I was surprised to see it was mom I didn't want her to stop. We ended up making love well into the early morning."
"Is that it?"
They glanced at each other and then back at me.
"And we've been doing it 2 or 3 times a week ever since."
I guess the look on my face showed the irritation I felt.
"You're mad at me."
"Yes, Jasmine, I am. I thought we had trust and respect for each other..."
"We do!" she interjected.
"...but I don't feel like you trust me right now. I have no problem with you and your mom being lovers. Hell, I'm fucking my own mom. But I do have a problem with you having a lover, and a steady one at that, without telling me. You've told me about the other girls you've played around with but you kept this a secret and that upsets me."
"You're right, honey, and I'm sorry. As open as we are with each other, I admit I thought that might be a problem. When you told me about you and Suni I decided I needed to tell you, and of course when you started with your mom I knew I had to. Please forgive me, baby."
I knew I would. Hell, I loved her and couldn't imagine my life without her. Plus, how many women would be cool with me screwing my own mom and sister. No, she wasn't going anywhere, but that didn't mean I couldn't have a little fun with her.
"That depends what you're gonna do to make it up to me."
"Do you mind if I take a stab at that?" Hannah asked.
I turned to look at her, assuming she was going to offer some suggestion. What I didn't expect was to see her just finish unclipping the back of her bikini top and shrugging it off of her shoulders. Her breasts were very similar to Jasmine's. They were small and perky, with dark areolas and very responsive nipples. And as if that wasn't enough, she stood and sat on the edge of the hot tub, revealing for the first time that she had been sitting in the hot tub with me without her bikini bottoms.
Hannah sat on the edge of the hot tub, spreading her legs. I noticed that, like Jasmine, Hannah shaved her pussy as well.
"Take that top off and come give mommy a lick, baby. We'll give Steven a show to make it up to him."
Jasmine flashed me a wicked smile before unhooking her own bikini top and tossing it aside. As she stood I noticed she had been without bottoms as well. Damn, was I set up.
Jasmine wasted no time putting her tongue to her mother's hole. I watched as Hannah pinched her own nipples hard. I guess Hannah liked it a little rough because Jasmine was already thrusting fingers fairly hard in and out of Hannah's clit, and she was loving every second of it.
I admit I was entranced. As we explored her bisexuality, I had seen Jasmine with other girls a number of times over the last few months, but none of those compared to the eroticism of watching her with her own mother. After a few minutes of ministering to Hannah's needs, Jasmine moved on top of her mother in a 69, and I climbed out of the hot tub intent on seeing Jasmine get eaten by her mother. Hannah was an eager pussy licker and had Jasmine climaxing after only a couple of minutes.
"Steven, come put that fuck stick of yours into my daughter, would you?"
Hannah was still lying underneath Jasmine, which would leave her looking up at my undercarriage, as it were, and the thought made me a little uncomfortable. I hesitated, but Hannah moved to reassure me.
"C'mon Steven. I want to lick and suck your balls while you fuck my daughter. Trust me, you'll love it."
And she was right, I did. I've always loved fucking Jasmine, but the added sensation of Hannah's tongue took me places I had never been. But the biggest surprise was when I felt Jasmine's mom grab my cock, pull it out of her daughter's pussy, and slide it into her own mouth. My God, my girlfriend's mother was giving me a blow job, and I was loving every minute of it.
Over the next several minutes I went back and forth between being inside Jasmine and being in Hannah's mouth. When I was finally ready to blow I gave a warning, and Hannah grabbed me and pulled me into her mouth, taking my jizz down her throat. This was a lesbian?
We disentangled ourselves and Jasmine immediately leapt into my arms and gave me long, deep kiss. As she pulled away she whispered "I love you so much" and then rested her head on my chest. When I opened my eyes I saw Hannah laying back on a towel on the wooden deck. Her legs were spread and she was stroking her slit. She waited until we made eye contact to speak.
"Am I gonna get any of that dick, Steven?"
"I'm sorry, but didn't you just finish telling me you were a lesbian?"
"And I am, but even lesbians enjoy having a good fucking once in a while. They make strap-ons for a reason. Now come fuck your mother-in-law."
I glanced over at Jasmine and she just gave me a smile and a nod. When Jasmine and I first started dating, I followed that well-known caveat to look at her mother to see what Jasmine would look like in 20 years. I was NOT disappointed. Hannah is a very beautiful woman and I was looking forward to this.
"On your hands and knees, please."
I stood over her as she looked up at me. She cocked an eyebrow like 'who are you to be telling me what to do' but she got on her knees and wiggled her ass at me. I told Jasmine to spread for her mother and then buried myself inside Hannah's hole to the hilt, eliciting a groan of pleasure. Like I did with mom, I gripped Hannah's hips and fucked her hard.
"Yes, God, yes, Steven, fuck me!"
Hannah was trying to lick Jasmine's pussy but was having trouble because I was moving her around too much. She finally settled on just fingering her, while Jasmine rubbed her own clit. I could again sense myself getting close and I asked Hannah where I should do it.
"Put it all inside me, baby."
It was another surreal event in a series of surreal events. Cumming inside your future mother-in-law as she fingers your future wife is just something that never occurred to me as something I might experience one day. And it was amazing.
We regrouped in the hot tub, with no one bothering with any type of clothing. Really, what would have been the point. Having just had my dick in her pussy, I figured asking a few personal questions wouldn't be out of line.
"Do you have sex with men often, Hannah?"
"Not so much lately. It's probably been a couple of years since I did it with an actual man, as opposed to one of my lady friends with a strap-on. But there was a time when I was doing it quite a bit. When Jasmine was little, 6 or 7 I think, I was in a year-long relationship with a couple. She was bi and her husband was cool with her having a female lover. Eventually she asked if her husband could have sex with me and I agreed, and for the rest of our time together we all did it with each other."
"Why'd you stop?" I asked.
"Hubby was afraid that wifey and I were falling in love and was afraid she might leave him. I don't know if she'd have left him, but he was right about us starting to have feelings for each other. But I also had no intention of leaving Neil. I've always hoped to find a woman that would be okay with sharing me with my husband long-term but I've never found her."
"I'll share you with your husband, mom," Jasmine said smiling, "if you'll share mine with me."
Hannah looked over at me.
"What do you think, young man? You seem to be gathering quite the stable of willing and eager pussy. Think you can handle it."
I gave my best mock salute.
"I don't know, ma'am, but I'm willing to give it a try."
"I thought you might be. Now since Neil won't be back until late Sunday night, I thought we might all spend the night in the master on the king-sized bed."
"Neil won't mind?"
"Well, he probably won't even know, but it's not exactly sacred territory. He's had sex with Norman on it and I've had sex with other people on it. It's just a bed."
We spent the next couple of hours grilling and eating. No one bothered to put on any clothes, though I did put an apron on while I was grilling. Some things you just don't want to risk getting burned, am I right?
There was a lot of touching and feeling going on as we cooked and ate. Both of the women at one point or another slid their hands under my apron and stroked me hard, then let me go. As we ate, I was sitting across from Hannah, and she delighted in spreading her legs and running her finger up her slit. If I had wondered where Jasmine got her sexy, teasing nature before I certainly didn't wonder anymore.
Hannah and Jasmine were very loving and affectionate toward each other. They struck me more like lovers, which of course they were, rather than mother and daughter. Perhaps they had been careful not to reveal that behavior before, or maybe this was something new as their relationship evolved, but it was something I hadn't noticed before.
We cleaned up after dinner and then went to shower. Jasmine and I made use of the large master shower while Hannah used the one in the second bathroom, which Jasmine usually used. We regrouped on the bed. We had a really good time trying a variety of positions. My particular favorite had Hannah lying on her back. I was between her thighs gently fucking her while Jasmine straddled her face, and Jasmine and I were kissing softly.
And thanks to Hannah's urging and guidance, Jasmine and I finally managed to successfully have anal sex for the first time. She explained that we had to take things slow and prepare Jasmine properly. Hannah was right there reassuring Jasmine it would be okay, and she also made sure everything was properly lubricated. It took several minutes but I finally got all the way in. We kept it slow and easy for the first time, and Jasmine didn't actually climax, but she said she enjoyed it enough that we can do it again in the future.
We ended up spending all of Sunday together as well. We didn't have sex the whole time, but there was no clothing being worn except when we went out to lunch. I finally left just before dinner on Sunday because Neil had let Hannah know he'd be home right around 6:00. Whether this was just common courtesy or a system they have to allow time to clean up and get lovers out of the house I don't know, but it allowed Hannah plenty of time to get the place cleaned and aired out. By the time I left you had no idea it was the den of inequity it had been.
I let mom I'd be home for dinner. I had decided not to share with my mom the fact that I had fucked (and presumably would continue to fuck) Jasmine's mom, though I expected to let Suni in on the secret. But it didn't work out that way.
After dinner I went up to my room, and mom tracked me down there soon, closing the door and pulling off the velour top she was wearing. Hmm. No bra. And then the skirt came up, and no panties.
"Does Hannah know you spent last night fucking Jasmine in her house?"
Mom was guessing that Jasmine and I would've had sex, but it was a reasonable guess. I wasn't expecting the directness of it, however, and I stumbled over my words a bit.
"Uh, I think so...yeah."
Mom apparently sensed something in my tone and it immediately set her on alert. She pushed me back on the bed and crawled her mostly naked body on top of me, looking me in the eyes. Which I was steadfastly trying to avoid.
"What happened this weekend, Steven?"
"What? Nothing."
"Bullshit. There's something you're not telling me, now what is it?"
"There's nothing, really."
"You did have sex with Jasmine, right? I mean, not that you have to, but you spent the night so I assume you did."
"Yeah, we did."
"I figured. Now, what else? Did her mom walk in on you and then join in?"
She said this last part half in jest but in my mental and emotional state I thought she had guessed it and the look on my face must have told the story. The smile on her face slowly dropped and a look of shock replaced it.
"My God, that's it, isn't it? You had sex with Hannah, didn't you? Steven, how could you do that? She's a happily married woman."
At this point the cat was well and truly out of the bag so there was no reason to try and keep the secret, so I moved on to explaining and justifying what happened, including pointing out that she, too, is a happily married woman. I gave her a full rundown of the events of the weekend as we lay on the bed. As I told the story she began stroking my cock, and before I knew it she had climbed on top of me and sinking me into her now soaking wet cunt.
"Enjoyed that story, did you, mom?"
"Jesus, Steven, you screwed your future mother-in-law, who happens to be a lesbian in a covert marriage and is also having sex with her own daughter. It's like a daytime soap opera meets Caligula. Damn it, Steven, fuck me!"
I put my hands on her hips and starting bucking my hips up to meet hers as they were coming down. There was a very satisfying 'slap' each time our bodies came together, and I silently thanked Jasmine and Hannah for the draining they gave me or I'd have already blown my load into mom, with all of the possible consequences that may have occurred.
Before we could get to that point, I rolled her over on to her back. She pulled her legs up to the point she was practically folded in half. I slammed into her until I was just about to cum and then pulled out and blew my load all over her stomach. I was sure she got at least one and I hoped at least one more. She surprised me by admitting to 2 pretty big ones and 2 more smaller ones.
She rolled over on to her back and cuddled up against me again. She was silent for several minutes and I thought she may have dozed off, but then she spoke.
"That's 4 women you're servicing, Steven. I'll do my best to scale back to leave some for the others. Like I said, it's been awhile and I'm making up for lost time."
"It's cool, mom. If it gets to be too much I'll let you know I need a night off."
"Okay Steven. I better get cleaned up. Dad is probably wondering where I am."
"Sure mom. Good night."
"Good night, Steven."July was moving into August. It had been about 6 weeks since Suni had first caught me walking out of the shower and about 4 weeks since I'd had sex with Jasmine and her mom for the first time. I could've gotten all I could handle from Suni and my mom, but I felt bad about Jasmine getting less than they were so I started putting Suni and mom off every once in a while and making a point of getting together with Jasmine more often. It was often a quickie in the car after she got off work but we took what we could get.
I'd also gotten with Hannah a couple more times, again as part of a threesome with Jasmine. Knowing that Hannah was a lesbian, I was often content to just watch her and Jasmine do their thing, and then I'd release my tensions on Jasmine when they were done.
On this particular weekend, the stars aligned to leave mom and me alone together for the entire weekend. My dad was out of town on some sort of business trip and Suni was spending the weekend at her best friend Antonia's house. Meanwhile, Jasmine and her parents were out of town visiting Neil's parents. As I understand it, his folks were concerned that he was gay when he was growing up, and they were delighted when he actually married a woman. His homosexuality was apparently hidden from them as well, and they all did their part to keep up the illusion. I found it to be a shame that Neil had to deny who he was to the people that were supposed to love him the most.
As you might expect, the plans mom and I made involved a lot of sex. Mom had me all to herself from Friday night until late Sunday evening and she intended to take full advantage of it.
We'd spent Friday night in my bed. Unlike Hannah, mom considered her bed to be reserved only for her and dad and wouldn't consider letting me take her there, despite it being much larger than the bed in my room. Not that I pushed, but she made it clear from the beginning that that was a boundary she was not willing to cross.
We wore ourselves out pretty good Friday night, so our first meal on Saturday was lunch rather than breakfast. I took her out to an Italian place for lunch and then we came back home. We did a few things around the house and even watched a little bit of TV.
At 5:00pm, mom said she wanted to play a little bit more before we had dinner, so we went up to my room and stripped down. We started with oral and built up to the point where mom was on her back and I was fucking her, though rather gently. I was mostly vertical, on my knees, and sliding in and out of her while she played with her boobs. It was at that moment that my perfect life came to an end.
Or so I thought for a couple of minutes anyway.
I happened to glance over toward my bedroom door, and there leaning against the door frame with her arms crossed and what I thought was a disapproving glare on her face was my Aunt Joanie. Joanie was my mom's sister, almost exactly one year younger, and she also happened to be the wife of my Uncle David. If you remember back to the beginning of this little tale, you'll recall that he is my boss. This could get really ugly, really fast.
I stopped what I was doing and just looked at her. I've heard that in moments like this, men are prone to their erections suddenly wilting. This was not the case with me. I was still as hard as iron.
"You know, Jen," Joanie said, "you told me it was happening, but I don't think I believed it until this very moment."
She walked slowly into the room, and while I heard what she said, the meaning of it simply didn't register in my brain.
"That's why I suggested you come see for yourself, Joanie."
Joanie was now standing at the foot of my bed. She was facing me and my mom's head was directly in from of her. I, as I said, had stopped thrusting into mom's pussy, a state which Joanie suggested I rectify.
"Now just keep doing what you were doing, Steven. Don't mind me."
With that she unzipped the side of the flowing knee-length skirt she was wearing and it dropped to the floor. I couldn't believe my eyes as I saw she wore no panties and was in possession of a nice, thick bush. I guessed that was just how my family did things.
Then, as if I wasn't in shock enough, she climbed on to my bed and simply lowered that bushy slit right on to mom's face, who showed no hesitation at all in sucking on her sister's clit and pussy lips. I decided that I would question this all later, and I started going in and out of my mom again.
While my mom and Joanie are similarly built body-wise, where Joanie stands out is up top. The family used to joke that Joanie stood in the boob line at least twice, and I'd estimate 3 or 4 times. I admit to several adolescent fantasies about seeing her topless and had imagined them in my mind hundreds of times. And she let me know she was aware of this, even before now.
"You wanna see my titties, Steven? I've caught you staring at them enough times over the years to know the answer to that. You know it's true."
She slowly unbuttoned the blouse she was wearing until it was completely undone and draped on her shoulders, leaving only a sturdy but lacy bra restraining her magnificent breasts. I was disappointed that she stopped there.
"No, no, Steven. You don't get all of these until I get my turn with that magnificent piece of meat you're wielding."
I found this all very surprising. As far as I knew, Joanie and my uncle had a good marriage and I had no idea she cheated on him, or at least was planning to do so with me. Obviously, I had no idea about anything she may have done previously. I figured I'd ask those questions when we took a break. Heck, they were the grown-ups so I assumed they knew that they were doing.
My desire to get to Aunt Joanie tits almost caused me to pull out of mom, but I realized it would be wrong to abandon mom at this point so I kept doing what I was doing until mom made had her orgasm.
Joanie climbed off mom as I pulled out and got to my feet as well. Mom stood up and gave me a kiss.
"I hope you're not mad."
"How could I be mad at you for providing me a sexy, beautiful, woman with huge boobs to have sex with?"
"Well put. I'm gonna go fix some dinner. Enjoy her. She needs it."
By the time I had finished talking to my mom, Aunt Joanie had stripped off her bra and those marvelously massive mammaries were on full display, and they were spectacular. She was on the bed on her knees and crooked her finger to call me to her.
"Just so you know," she said, "I do love to have my boobs played with so feel free to spend as much time with them as you want."
"Is this gonna be the only time we do this?" I asked.
"I sure as hell hope not. I hear you're putting it to several ladies already, and your mom and I agree that Jasmine should be your priority, but I definitely want to be in the mix. We'll talk about my reasons later."
I admit to spending an inordinate amount of time on Joanie's breasts, but every time I looked at her to see if it was time to move on she was relaxing with her eyes closed and a smile on her face, and a couple of times she told me to keep on going because she was enjoying herself just fine.
Finally, I was ready to move on, secure in the knowledge that this would not be the only time I got to do this. I asked if she had any boundaries I should be aware of.
"I'm not quite the anal sex aficionado that my sister is," she said, "so you'll have to wait until I'm ready to do that, but otherwise..."
Fair enough.
In addition to having her tits played with, Joanie really liked oral sex; both giving and receiving. We spent probably an hour in different position with me eating her or her sucking me, and often both at the same time. As this went on, I noticed my mom peek her head into my room a couple of times and then leave without saying anything. I guess she was just checking on us.
At last she was ready. Joanie put herself on her hands and knees and wiggled her ass at me.
"I hear you like to take a girl from behind. Have at me, big boy."
Well, she wasn't wrong. I pressed the head of my cock to her hole and pushed in slowly. She was very wet so I was able to ease forward steadily. I could have pushed in hard with a single thrust but that wasn't my goal. I went in and out of her very slowly 4 times each way, and by the last ones had my aunt begging me to fuck her.
Far be it from me to deny a damsel in distress. I took two handfuls of ass and began thrusting in and out of her. It wasn't the full power slamming that my mom seemed to favor but it certainly had plenty of power behind it. As I pumped her, I happened to catch a glimpse of her in the mirror I had mounted on the wall, and more specifically those amazing human udders hanging from her chest that were being bounced around. It was one of the most erotic things I have ever seen.
Aunt Joanie caught me watching her and either knew what I was focused on or made an educated guess.
"You like watching by big old titties flop around, don't you Steven?"
"Oh God yes!" I grunted, and before I could stop it I had flooded Joanie's insides with cum.
I slid out of her and half-sat down on the bed. She rolled over on to her back, those massive pillows hanging off of either side of her chest and my stuff leaking out of her. That immediately made me concerned.
"Aunt Joanie," I asked, pointing to her pussy, "are you protected?"
"Don't worry about it, Steven. It's fine."
Taking that to mean she was on some sort of birth control, I didn't give it another thought. I lay on the bed next to her and she cuddled up against me.
"You don't think you're done, do you?" she asked me.
"Hey, I've been going for some time. You just got here. I need a little bit of a break."
We lay there quietly for a few minutes as Joanie played languidly with my cock. It slowly but surely resurrected and I expected my aunt to mount up any second, but mom appeared in the doorway.
"You guys taking a break? Come get some dinner so we can fuel up for the rest of the evening."
"Jen, I'm leaking here."
"Oh, hang on."
I watched with interest as my mom buried her face in her sister's cunt and slurped up all of the combined juices that Joanie and I had created. It took about a minute and I was sporting a major hard-on the whole time. I could have climbed back on right then but I was still a little tired and, frankly, I was hungry. Plus, it would be a good opportunity to talk about things.
"So how long have you two been doing this?"
"Since we were teenagers," my mom answered. "We were playing with each other long before either of us got married and we just never stopped."
"I know this may seem like a silly question, but do you consider yourselves bisexual?"
Joan answered first.
"I love your mom and have always enjoyed being with her, but I've never had an interest in doing it with girls other than her. I tried it once in college and it did nothing. For me, it's the connection Jen and I have that makes it special."
"I actually am bisexual," my mom surprised me with. "But I fell in love with your dad and that was that. I had actually been dating a girl at the time but I had no intention of spending my life with another woman, so it wasn't too hard of a choice to break that off."
"How often do you guys do it?"
"That has varied over time. When we were younger, we did it as often as we could. After I met your father, we stopped for a while because I felt guilty but I came to really miss it so we started up again. We got together when we could over the years. We both had satisfying sex lives so it was more about connecting with each other than anything else. But it's been fairly often over the last couple of years since you're dad has lost interest in anything more than cuddling."
"Does dad know?"
"Nope, and as far as I'm concerned, he never will."
"Well, he won't hear it from me, mom. Now what's up with you, Aunt Joanie? I'm surprised that you cheat on Uncle David."
"This is the first time, actually, though only because I didn't want to do it with just anyone."
"But why?"
"I've been planning it ever since I found out he was screwing that little tart that works in his office."
"Amber? I find that hard to believe."
"You don't think he'd do something like that?" she asked, with a little bit of incredulity in her voice.
"No, I thought she had better taste than that," I said with a smile, and that brought a round of laughter.
"But seriously, Aunt Joanie," I continued. "Are you sure?"
"You know those gray plastic domes in the ceiling of the office?"
"Sure. I helped him install them. They're empty but he tells people there are cameras in there to keep them honest."
"Actually, they're not empty. I had cameras installed in there almost two years ago without telling your uncle. I have him on video screwing Amber on her desk, in her chair, and even on the floor."
"Why not just divorce him?"
"I've thought of that, but he's a pretty good husband other than that, and he keeps me in a lifestyle to which I've grown accustomed. Who knows how that would change if we got a divorce. No, I'm just fine with the status quo, especially now that I've got a hot young stud to take care of my needs."
"And having sex with your nephew doesn't bother you?"
"I've been screwing my own sister for over 20 years. I've licked that hole you came out of hundreds of times. Why would it bother me? Does it bother you to fuck your aunt?"
"Not in the least," I answered with a big grin. "I was just curious."
She smiled and slugged me on the shoulder.
"But what about Jasmine?"
"What about her?"
"She doesn't have a problem with you having all of these women as lovers?"
"If she does she's never let on. In fact, I suspect once she hears that you and mom are willing to swing both ways, she's gonna want a piece of you, too. Probably Suni will as well."
"Well she certainly is hot," my mom interjected. "I've actually thought it would be nice to hook up with her. Please make that happen, son."
I just nodded and soon we were back in the bedroom. The three of us spent that night and most of Sunday either fucking, eating, sleeping, or showering. There was a benefit to having both women there, because there were times I just had to rest and they were able to keep each other occupied.
There were some memorable moments. The one I can picture the most clearly was fucking Aunt Joanie on her back and just watching her huge tits bounce back and forth with each thrust.
Another was when we double penetrated my mom. Aunt Joanie slid on a strap-on and mom mounted her, and I then came up behind mom and poked into her ass. Mom loved it, cumming over and over again. She made it clear she wants to do that again soon.
As the time for Suni's return approached, we debated about what we should do. Suni had demonstrated that she was, or at the very least was willing to be, bisexual, and I knew she harbored a certain jealousy that I was screwing mom and she wasn't. But that didn't necessarily mean she would do it if the opportunity presented itself. Finally, we decided to just let Suni walk in on us and see how she reacted.
And react she did. She took about 10 seconds to look around and take stock of the situation. At that exact moment I was screwing Aunt Joanie doggy-style and she was munching away on mom's carpet. Suni wasted little time stripping out of her clothes and planting her tasty little quim on to mom's face, who eagerly licked the pussy of her only daughter. I came within seconds.
The rest of that evening was spent having Suni get to know the naked bodies of her mother and her aunt, and vice versa. Mom commented on how long it had been since she'd eaten such a nice, young, pussy, and Suni enjoyed Joanie's breasts almost as much as I did.
When at last the night was over, mom and Suni crashed in Suni's bed and Joanie and I spent the night in mine. Despite the fact that I had to work in the morning, I woke up at 3:00am and spent an hour sucking and fucking my very eager aunt. I briefly wondered what she had told my uncle since she had stayed away from home for 2 nights, but ultimately realized that was her business so I didn't ask.
*****
So there you go. The summer of my 18th year that led to enormous changes in my life, both then and in the future. As hard as it may be to believe, things have only gotten better since then.
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Epilogue. Ten years later.
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It was 5:30pm on a beautiful Friday evening in June. I was just getting back to the house after work. I had a good job with the same engineering firm that had hired me right out of college 5 years ago and was making good money. I had spent just one year at community college getting a bunch of general education requirements out of the way before transferring to the nearby state university. They had a well-regarded computer engineering program there and I had graduated near the top of my class.
I walked into the house and heard noises from the kitchen. I peeked in and saw Suni working on dinner and looking even more beautiful than she ever had. Her beauty had matured and her body had filled out in all the right places, and her long blonde hair was pulled behind her in a ponytail. She looked just the way mom looked in the pictures I had seen when she was the same age.
I came up behind her and put my arms around her waist. She leaned back into me and tilted her head to allow me to kiss her neck, eliciting a moan. In no time at all I had my hands up under her blouse, her bra pushed out of the way, and her large bare breasts filling my hands. That lasted another 30 seconds before she smacked my hands away and put her clothes back.
"Stop it, naughty boy. You know this is the mom's weekend."
"So?"
"So, you're not supposed to get any before you go over there. Now set the table."
I watched Suni cook as I took the dishes out of the cabinet. I still got a feeling of regret on occasion when I looked at her. Usually it passed and things went on. Today I decided to ask about it.
"Suni?"
"Yeah, baby?"
"You ever wish you had made a different choice?"
"A different choice about what?"
"About life. About us."
She turned and looked at me with a concerned expression on her face.
"What's bringing this on? Are you unhappy about something?"
"No Suni, I was just thinking about you? Do you ever wish you had chosen differently? Gotten a guy of your own?"
"Stevie, I love my life. There's never been a man that I've loved as much as you. Even though you and I aren't legally married, you're as much a husband to me as you are to Jasmine. We both love you so much, and she and I love each other, too. Do you believe that?"
"Yeah, Suni, I do. I just worry about you being happy."
"Well, don't. I AM happy. I have a husband in you that I love, and a wife in Jasmine that I love and who loves me. I have that beautiful baby girl you gave me 4 years ago, and I get to be a co-mom to the 2 beautiful girls that Jasmine had. Plus, whenever we go see Uncle David and Aunt Joanie, we get to spend time with the big sister you put into Joanie all those years ago. It's perfect. It could only be more perfect if dad was still here."
Our father had passed away just after Christmas of my 3rd year in college, which was my 2nd year at the state university. Mom was, of course, devastated, though in the end it freed all of us up to be more open with the nature of our relationship.Mom was completely devastated for some time. Despite the lack of physical intimacy in the last years of their marriage, she loved him totally and completely. According to my mom, during one of their many conversations held while he was slowly fading, he told her he knew, or at least strongly suspected that she had found a lover. And apparently he was okay with it. As she explained it to me later:
"Jennifer," he told me, "I've noticed how much happier you've been the last couple of years. You're still a young woman and I know you have needs that I wasn't able to fulfill. I want you to know that it's okay if you've found someone to fill those needs for you. You always gave me everything I needed and that's all I could have ever wanted. Please don't feel bad about anything you've done to keep yourself fulfilled."
Mom never actually confirmed to dad that she had found a lover, let alone letting him know it was me. But his approval meant a lot to her and did alleviate a lot of the guilt that she felt on occasion.
At my father's urging, Jasmine and I got married the summer between our junior and senior years. She got her degree as well, a bachelor's in English, and she was working as a substitute while looking for a permanent position in one of the nearby school districts.
We hadn't planned to get married until after we graduated but his passing, and the advice that he gave me, caused us to reconsider our plans. He started getting sick about 2 years after the events of the story I just told and they found cancer in his lungs. He was never a smoker but he got it anyway. He passed just after New Years the following year, just as the second semester of my junior year was about to start. It was during one of my last conversations that he made his position known. He just laughed when I talked about us being too young.
"Son, your mother was 19 when I married her and neither of us ever regretted it. I was coming off a bad divorce and wasn't even looking for someone, but I decided to take a chance. You love that girl, son, and she loves you. I know it as sure as I've ever known anything. Grab a hold of her and don't let go."
My only regret was not making the decision to propose to Jasmine and schedule the wedding before he passed. I guess I thought there would be more time.
Jasmine and I continued living with mom and Suni, though it wasn't long after dad passed that we sold that particular house. It held too many memories for mom to be happy there any longer. In the new house, Jasmine and I took the master bedroom while mom and Suni each had their own rooms.
With Jasmine gone, Neil and Hannah's marriage started to show some cracks. It wasn't so much that they suddenly disliked each other, but there just didn't seem to be any reason for Neil to stay home. He enjoyed spending time with Hannah but had done it more for the family experience than anything. After Jasmine moved out, he started spending every weekend with his boyfriend, and Hannah started spending most of her free time with us.
That led to exactly what you would expect. With Jasmine, Hannah, Suni, mom, and me under one roof, there was no shortage of sex going on. I'd say every night there was some combination of naked bodies in someone's bed. Aunt Joanie was an occasional visitor as well and we made the most of her visits.
But as time went on, the generational gap became more apparent. More and more nights would find me with Jasmine and/or Suni, while my mom and Hannah would spend the night together. No one was surprised when they decided to get their own place together, and even less surprised that they were sharing a bed.
That was my destination for this weekend. Periodically, say every 4-6 weeks or so, mom and Hannah (more often mom than Hannah) would be in the mood for some, um, male attention. We would make arrangements for me to spend the weekend with them, and jasmine and Suni would get some time for just them. Jasmine enjoyed these weekends, saying it gave her and Suni the chance to enjoy each other without 'that big dick of yours intruding on us' (her words). Considering what I got the rest of the time, there was really no room for me to complain.
Over the years, I've fathered 4 kids.
The first was to Aunt Joanie, and Juliet recently turned 8. My uncle is under the impression that he is the father, but DNA shows otherwise. This was payback for his ongoing affairs with a string of office assistants over the years.
Jasmine gave birth to Sage a couple of years later. She's almost 6 and smart as a whip.
Suni then gave birth to a daughter she named Stormy (yeah, I know) and she just turned 3 and a half.
Finally, Jasmine hatched Lily just over a year ago.
All of the kids stay with Aunt Joanie on these special weekends, so our time can be maximized.
Suni and Jasmine have each indicated they want one more, and I see no reason to deny them. We're one great big happy family, and continue to believe the more the merrier. Suni and Jasmine have already told me they plan to raise their girls to love their daddy above all other men, and that no man deserves their love (or their virginities) more than I do. I have a feeling I'm going to be exhausted for years to come.