[M/M/F/F] The Move-In, Pt. 4: A Woman’s Touch (Incest)

After finally getting some food in me, Aunt Jen and I headed up to her bedroom. I was in an oversized, black graphic tee, Jen in nothing.

We shut the door behind us, and sat up on her and Scott’s king size bed. “Lay back,” Jen whispered to me. Butterflies flew up to my stomach, and as I layed back, my knees up, not knowing what to do with my hands, I felt weightless. This was bliss, this was therapeutic.

I watched, wordlessly as Jen crawled up between my legs. I would be lying if I said I wasn’t still slightly engorged from my experience with Jacob prior to my incident. My pussy throbbed as Jen’s breath gently caressed it. She sat there, staring at my vulva, licking her lips and taking in every fold, crease, and color. All I could do was twitch and tingle as anticipation built.

“Your pussy is beautiful,” she whispered between my legs. I felt juices running down my ass cheeks as she said this. Without warning, I felt her lips against mine, sucking in my vulva, as if trying to slurp up a bowl of noodles. I felt my juices going into her mouth.

“Fuck that tastes good,” she said before allowing her tongue to meet my enterance. She didn’t penetrate, but slowly licked from the bottom of my hole, all the way up to my clit. It was intoxicating. With two fingers, she pinched the outer lips around my clit, applying pressure, and continued to lick.

Not being able to help myself, I brought my hands up underneath my shirt, feeling how hard my nipples were, and wondering how they didn’t cut through the fabric of the shirt. As Jen licked me with expert level precision, I kneaded my nipples, pleasure overwhelming me as I was on the verge of my first orgasm.

I couldn’t explain why my mind was allowing this from Jen, but not from Jacob, but if I had to guess, it was the maternal feel of having a woman finally care for me.

It wasn’t just sex. It didn’t just feel good. It was warm and nurturing. I felt safe. Feelings that I’d seldom felt prior to the move-in with the Marcum’s.

As waves of pleasure came over me, I realized Jen was now attacking my clit with her tongue, pushing two fingers into my hole, pressing them downwards towards my asshole. I couldn’t take it any longer.

I hurriedly and reluctantly took one hand off my tits, bringing it down onto Jen’s head. I grabbed her hair in my fist and bucked my hips forward, smothering her in my juices.

It was obvious Jen was familiar with this situation though. She continued attacking my clit with her tongue, sucking in my spraying juices with her lips. Her fingers flipped, now pressing upwards against my g-spot. I was cumming so fucking hard, an onlooker might’ve thought I was being sent into epileptic shock.

But there were no onlookers. It was just me and my aunt. At that moment in time it felt as though there was no one else in the world. Just her and I.

As I came down from my orgasm, Jen came up from between my legs, placing a hand on my cheek and pulling me in for s kiss on the lips. We didn’t make out. Frankly, there was nothing sexy or erotic in the nature of it; but for the first time in my life I realized something…

I was loved.

Jen eventually left me to rest, telling me I could return the favor whenever I felt like it. Now too tired to move, and my legs too shaken to stand, I lay there in a cloud (or maybe more fittingly, a puddle) of my own pleasure.

I fell asleep just like that, in Jen’s bed, when it dawned upon me. I don’t know what my next sexual encounter with the Marcum’s was going to look like, but for now, I rested, patiently waiting.

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Coming soon…

The Move-In, Part 5: Re-Introduction

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