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First off, this is NOT an incest story. Sorry if that’s your thing.
Also, not particularly hardcore. Sorry if that’s your thing too.
So anyway. My wife Heather and I have no kids and live in a rather small house. We’ve got a guest bedroom, a main bathroom in the hallway, and then a smaller “master bathroom” in our bedroom.
Her parents have been separated for years and her mother gets a little lonely sometimes, so she flew out to stay with us for a bit.
First post here, sorry if my format is wrong or my writing is shit lol
(My father is 46, my aunt unknown because I can’t find out from her social media. Probably 30-40+ though.)
(TO CLEAR THINGS UP, no incest at all because my aunt is my uncle’s wife on my mother’s side. Basically my mom’s brother’s wife.)
Reposting an old story in preparation of continuing it!
Jim and Deb had gone through the usual roller coaster of marriage that most 40 something year olds went through. They had been madly in love, cold and distraught, and then comfortably content with each others company. They had acted as lovers, parents, best friends and strangers all within a month or so fairly regularly. Their lives needed direction as their kiddo hit her teenage years and their major role as “parents” faded to a spectator sport as Bridget breezed through high school. Jim had an ambitious idea one night when browsing vacation rentals on air bnb. Jim wanted to be a host, but not just a normal host that sets out towels and gave tourists recommendations on where to eat. He wanted to be a sexual concierge that could give couples or singles an experience they would never forget. He wanted to feed off their primal sexual energy. Its what they both wanted, and what they both needed.
This was probably a year after my mom and I began our “adventures.”
That would make me 16 years old, and my parents would be pushing forty at a handsome 36 & 38 (mom and dad respectively).
I was one year older, and sad to say, a good deal plumper. My round belly now hung over a little, my wide hips were now topped with well-defined rolls of fat. I had deep creases at my armpits because of my wide upper arms and a network of stretch marks had appeared around my waist. Also unfortunate, was that my chest had NOT expanded at the same pace as the rest of me. I was definitely ‘pear-shaped’ and a bit self-conscious of the whole thing.
It was the middle of August, I remember, and just on the hot side of comfortable. You could sit in the house with the windows open and the ceiling fans running without the air conditioning, but any exertion would whip up a sweat in a hurry.
Just about two weeks after “The Bath” we were invited to our friend’s house for a party.
My mom and I were excited about the new aspect to our relationship, but life goes on. She had work, I had school and we weren’t complete horny idiots to take chances… or so I thought.
Our friends had three children around my age, a 16 year old girl, a 14 year old boy and another 13 year old girl.
We all played well in their pool while the adults were watching the game on TV and preparing the food and having drinks.
I was having a hard time not being too friendly with their oldest daughter while we were horsing around in the pool, but while she was enjoying herself, she really wasn’t flirting back.
After a while their kids got tired of the pool and went inside to play games, we didn’t own a pool so I stayed and enjoyed the water.
As I lay on my back in the pool, the next thing I know, someone jumps in right beside me! I stood up sputtering and trying to clear my eyes and push my hair back and my mother is standing there with me.
This is where I will start my stories/memories, this one affair kind of started it all.
Back in high school.
I’m 15, still plump, but a bit smoother, my tits are smaller and firmer and I have just a wisp of blond hair above my slit.
I used to masturbate a lot in the bathtub, a few times I thought I could see the shadow of someone standing outside the bathroom door and I would get quieter until they moved away, I didn’t want to embarrass myself, or gawd forbid, my dad!
Then one time I noticed the shadows when my dad wasn’t home… it must be my mom!
The thought of her listening to the juicy sounds my pussy was making sent me over the edge and I came silently, instantly.
I couldn’t get the thought out of my head, was she embarrassed? Why did she stay there? Did she like it? I had to come up with a plan to find out.
An insistent tapping on my shoulder dragged me out of a sound sleep. I came to the awareness that I was literally stuck to Grandma! That and I had also drooled on her in my sleep, which was sort of funny.
“Honey, honey, wake up.” Grandma called. “Honey, I gotta pee, and I’m not going like that on this bed!”
Oh, shit, it was painfully funny as we peeled ourselves apart. My cum covered face had adhered to her chest, my cock was glued to her thigh! Fuck! That hurt! And I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the funniest thing that’s happened to me in a long time!
I followed her downstairs to the bathroom, trying to massage feeling back into the arm that had been pinned under her. She left the door open and I followed her in. she rolled her eyes at me as I sat cross-legged on the floor before her as she sat on the toilet, but she indulged me by spreading her legs wide, offering me an unimpeded view of her evacuation. There was no effort, no strain this time, a strong, solid jet burst forth, fine flecks separating from the main stream as it plunged melodiously into the commode.
*
After freshening up, I found her in her bedroom, the door slightly ajar.
“Knock-knock,” I said, rapping lightly on the door frame.
“Enter,” was the quiet reply.
She was sitting up in bed, above the covers with a large pillow behind her back and another under her knees, her legs bent over the pillow and stretched out before her. The skirt of the nightie was bunched up at her hips exposing her legs and I made a show of trying to look up the skirt, but her thighs were together and there was nothing to see but her cuddly belly roll.
“Ooo, you’re a cheeky little devil!” she feigned offense, but didn’t move a muscle to cover either her legs nor her fat nipples, obviously outlined beneath the opaque satin of the thin garment.
She pulled off her reading glasses and set her book beside her and gave me a thorough once-over, top to bottom and back again. I did my best to flex my abs and thighs, then raising my arms in my best “Austrian Oak” imitation.
“Turn around love,” she said, humming to herself. “Mmm-hmm, oh so nice. Back up please.”
*
The next morning I wandered downstairs to find the house empty and a note on the kitchen counter explaining that my grandparents had to take a friend to Pendleton and would be gone until late that night. I was on my own for breakfast and dinner, lunch would be out at the state park with the other side of my family.
“Not a bad thing,” I thought. “Maybe some time to cool down was a good idea.” Thinking about recent interactions with Grandma.
I got dressed for the park in a tank top, swim trunks and sandals then grabbed an old pair of creek-shoes from the laundry room. Creek shoes were just old worn out tennis shoes you wore in the creek with no socks. Getting soaked and drying out made them stiff and good for nothing else, but protected your feet when wading and swimming in the creek. I had left a pair here a summer or two ago when visiting with my family.
*
I had originally planned to ride around the ranch at Aunt Mary’s place, but after a big hug and a peck on the cheek, she regretfully informed me that her husband, my step-uncle, took an extra job and wasn’t able to bring a horse in from pasture before he had to leave.
I was disappointed, but thought about my younger cousin who lived in their basement.
“What about Ernie?” I asked. “Can he help me get one?”
Aunt Mary had four children by her first husband, and one more from her next. She had two girls, then three boys. I was right between the first two boys, they were each a year older and younger than me. The last boy was almost ten years younger and lived upstairs, while Ernie rented the basement as an apartment.
Mary was almost a mirror image of my own mother, but was also almost ten years her senior. They looked and sounded alike, but the life of a rancher’s wife and five children had its effect on her appearance. Her skin was weathered and her hair was graying. Her hips were wide, her thighs thick and her baby-stretched belly could be seen resting against the tops of her thighs below her waistband. The one department in which she surpassed all other women was her breasts.