Now there are varying kinds of liberals. A good many of them are okay people. They work their jobs like everyone else. They pay their taxes. They go about their lives like you’d expect any normal person to do. They are normal. Some of them are like my aunt. My aunt was a bastard.

Not so much literally as in she was begotten out of wedlock by some raucous knave and then abandoned. That would have been nice, but unfortunately it was untrue. To throw a more accurate tag at her: she was a bullheaded bitch.

Her name was Nancy.

See I don’t know how it’s possible to claim that you’re open minded and then try to force your style of living on someone else who disagrees with you. But that was the way she was.

Animal’s had feelings, other than the way they could fill up your stomach and make you happy. So we had to be vegetarians.

Corporate America was the devil, so we had no TV or telephone.

Tobacco caused lung cancer.

Marijuana broadened your horizons.

Many of her views didn’t seem to make much sense. They seemed contradictory, overbearing and otherwise not nice.

But the “weed” part wasn’t all that bad.

In any case though, whether I agreed with them or not I, by proxy, had to share those views.

I didn’t.

Somehow my Mom and Sister did.

And I was treated in much the same way a kindergarten teacher treats a child who disagrees with them. She pretended to listen to my opinion, having already decided what she was going to do. And then upon execution of said action, she told me how terribly I was wrong in such a way as to connote I could not possibly understand the subject.

Yes I know that’s a mouthful.

But it was infuriating.

Now I’m not saying she really deserved what happened to her next. No… wait, actually I am.

As I said, she was a bullheaded bitch, but on the plus a nice looking one. She was taller than my mom, with wavy raven hair, cut short for ease of use. It served to frame a pair of deep blue eyes that seemed to dominate her otherwise smooth and lightly freckled face. But where as my mom was husky from the years of child rearing, my Aunt had no such hang ups. Her curves were in all the right places. And everything else was carefully sculpted and strong from years of working on the farm.

But I’m going off on a tangent. The fact of the matter is that my Aunt had pulled up right in front of us. My pants were pulled down, my engorged member still resting inside the inner folds of my mother, her juices still lapped up all over my skin.

It was what one may call a sticky situation.

That is if the vase wasn’t much more than twenty feet away in the bushes.

But then again I wouldn’t have even been in the mess if not for it.

My Aunt’s face was crimson, her hands latched onto her hips as she slammed the door shut on the old Ford pick up.

I was non-pulsed, uncaring, as I casually pulled my pants back up, my bare chest remaining exposed.

Melissa freaked, pulling backwards, her breasts flopping as she hurriedly covered up herself, another feigned excuse at the tip of her lips. An aroused moan slipping out as she felt the cotton fibers slide over her exposed nipples.

I stopped her.

I turned to Nancy. Her eyes were like daggers, shocked and dangerous, her mouth pulled back tight, holding in a maelstom of words that she was preparing to unleash on me. She was going to berate me. She was going to scream at my mom. She was going to clamp down on us. And my mom was going to listen to her and obey.

But I wasn’t.

Did I mention my sister was feeding the chickens while all this was about to go down?

“What the hell is wrong with you! This commune gives us everything we need and you…”

I could have heard the rest if I hadn’t walked away. I would have liked to have turned around just to see the shock in her face at my actions, normally I would have argued.

But she wasn’t worth it, and I had a purpose.

Nancy sputtered, staring after me.

Finding my aunt’s attention drawn away my mom slid her hand underneath her shirt and worked her breasts, her other hand slipping furtively towards her jeans.

All Nancy could manage was a “Where are you going!” and a “Come back here!” I bent down into the bushes and pulled out the vase.

I cradled the vase in my arms, turning towards Nancy, wondering briefly what the relic might do to her, and smiling.

That was when I was given my first real surprise.

My aunt really wasn’t.

She stopped her insults in mid-stride, looking at the object in my arms and then up at me, startled, but not curious. “You took it out of the shrine?”

My eyes bulged, shock, “What?”

“The reliquary, an obviously sacred item of the Melinguay whom lived here before us. How dare you!” She stepped towards me, her hands reaching towards the vase.

I stepped away from her as she moved in on me. “You-you knew of this?”

She ignored me, pursuing me as I backed towards the house, her hands reaching for it. “We must place it back” she said sternly.

I held firm as she grasped the artifact in her hands, tugging. “Do you even know what this is?” I managed as she continued to jerk on my arms.

She continued to pursue, her arms yanking on mine, the force tremendous. Those years spent in this little commune seeming to be paying off in this confrontation.

I turned left and right hard, trying to release it from her grip, but as I said, she was strong. Her grasp held, mine loosened. She ignored me, “What are you going to do Robby? Sell it? Sell away this nations history? Try to go home? You’re so selfish! Let it go!”

“No!”

She pulled hard. The vase flew out of my hands. It flew into the air. Both of us fell back, landing hard on the ground. Our eyes turning quickly to the object as it almost hung in the air. We both gasped as it fell back to earth.

It all seemed to be going in slow motion. The world seemed frozen, our words lost in that moment, the vase moving inch by inch towards the ground. We watched, horrified, my aunt at losing some sacred relic, me at losing my one ticket out of this mess.

And nothing happened, or perhaps the best thing. Of course not for my aunt.

It hit the ground hard, but stayed together. Rolling on edge it toppled over. A stopper came out.

The runes around my neck flared; the force against my body. And then it was gone.

Silence.

My head jerked to my aunt to see what had happened.

I noticed the strangest expression on her face. Gone was the horror, the anger, the tight wound bundle of stress; the closest expression that seemed to rest on her face was befuddlement.

I paused, cautious, staring at her, my eyes following her every motion. Her head turned left. Her head turned right. She stared at me, but not in the recognition of someone who knows you, but with the eyes of someone seeing a stranger for the first time.

She slowly rose from the ground, dusting herself off as I followed suit, my eyes never leaving her, wondering, guessing at what had happened.

She glanced in my direction, her eyes inquiring, “Why are you looking at me like that?”

I paused, thoughtful, still not quite sure what to say, not wanting to screw up whatever might have just happened.

Absentmindedly I looked over at my mom, she lay spread out on the ground, fingering herself and moaning quietly. Her ample flesh shaking with her zealous effort at pleasing herself.

Nancy followed my eyes, looking with a new and strange recognition at what was now transpiring. “What is going on here,” she asked, but not with the kind of hostility that I expected, rather, genuine and innocent puzzlement.

I looked from my mother to her again. This was so unlike her. Everything that I knew as typical about my aunt had changed. Hell she wasn’t even pushing for me to return the vase. I played it cautious, “ I don’t know,” I said, “what can you tell me?”

She became thoughtful for a moment, her eyes occasionally glancing up at mine. I watched as her large breasted chest rose and dropped slowly with each careful intake of breath. I traced her finely sculpted legs with my eyes, moving up from her sandled feet to the glorious rump of her ass. Nancy was really sexy, when she wasn’t a tight wound ball of contradictions.

In the meantime she’d said something, something I’d missed. I asked for her to repeat it.

“I said,” she said, “Nothing, there’s nothing that I can tell you. I don’t know.”

I shook my head, staring at her in the face, “ Well what do you know?”

Nancy shrugged.

I started slowly simply, carefully, “Do you know who I am?”

She shook her head.

I pointed to Melissa, “Do you know who she is?”

She shook her head.

“Do you know where you are?”

Again she shook her head.

“Do you remember anything?”

“No.”

I paused, planning my next move, glancing at the jar spread out on the floor, my mind reaching at what her reaction meant for the open hole. The symbol underneath it was a square, an empty, simple square, a blank slate, amnesia. My aunt did not remember anything about herself. But what could I do with this?

Then suddenly my mind flew to the Arabian Nights and the tale of the blue rose, a mystical plant that if someone would breath its pollen would strip them of all memory. And they would believe anything the first person told them was true. And when I say anything, I mean anything, the villain convinced the princess that she was in love with him.

Time to see if the story applied.

I looked at her, smiling, ready to test it out, thinking on any type of fantasy I may have had. “ Okay, well…I tell you what is up.”

Nancy simply nodded, her eyes on me, me taking up all of her attention. “Thank you.”

The thoughts ran through my mind of what I could make her. School girl? She couldn’t believe that for long. Love slave? Already had one in my mom. Lover? Hell no. The last thing I wanted right now was romance…plus it’d be kind of weird. And I know that’s the pot calling the kettle black, but…so what?

And then it donned on me, a sly smile came to my lips; role reversal with a twist.

“ This is a commune actually,” I began “And I’m the head of it.”

She just nodded, accepting what I was telling her as true.

“One of the main focuses is pleasuring of the body, what this means is to give in to our animal urges and become one with the earth.”

Well, I wasn’t quite lying so far.

Nancy continued to nod, and I just continued. “You’re new here, and central dictate of all who are new to this settlement is comfort with their own body. What this means is that you must strip yourself of all your garments and go about your business naked, until I say otherwise.”

She just nodded in acknowledgement, her eye innocent. Her hand reached up for her shirt, her hand cradling the lower hem. As she began to pull it up she stopped, her eyes turning to me, questioning. “Are you sure about this?”

I nodded, “Of course, in fact when you heard about this you were ecstatic about it. You couldn’t wait to do it, to be one with all of us in one body. You like the thought of being naked.”

Now I was completely full of it.

But damn if she didn’t buy it.

She glanced back at my Melissa, taking her actions to suggest that I was telling the truth. I watched satisfied as the hesitation slipped from her face, as a smile cracked her lips, as her plain white shirt flew up over her head, exposing her curvaceous breasts.

“Now while you’re here,” I added,” and you did love to be here, you are my pupil and you will do anything I tell you. After all I am your guide to inner peace.” I could feel my cock tenting in my pants as I said those words.

Again she nodded, her attention taken with the careful effort of unzipping her pants and pulling them down. Her curly black bush shined in the sunlight. Her tanned yellow legs breathed the open air. She slid the clothing down them, stepping away from it and tossing it to the side carelessly.

She stood before me naked, her breasts rising and falling as she took in each breath. Her hands rested downward like at prayer, covering her slit. Her slim, muscular body shining in the afternoon light. She looked up at me.

I caught my breath.

“What else is there that you can tell me…master.” She gave the title with hesitation, unsure of it, but finding it fitting.

I wondered why she had done so, but then I realized I hadn’t told her my name. But then again, it really didn’t matter.

This was going to be fun.

I laid back on the ground, pulling my pants down to release my renergized erection. I noted how her eyes followed it, as if mesmerized.

“Do you like it?” I asked with a glint of mischief in my voice.

“I don’t know, did I like it?”

I laid my arms out behind my head and sighed happily. “Oh, yes…you did. In fact my sperm is sacred. One of the primary dictates of this faith is that you must take it into you, swallow it, and by doing so find the sacred inside of you.”

I was beginning to wonder how many of these “dictates” I was going to be able to get away with.

I watched amused as her naked form knelt down before me, crawling on all fours to my erect cock, her eyes never leaving them. “It is beautiful” she said, almost in a daze. Her head sat poised just above the meaty tower.

“Take it into your mouth then, swallow my semen, and know the sacred,” the words came out almost like a chuckle, but thank God she missed it.

She leaned down, her tongue licking the head curiously, much like a child would lick a popsicle. Slowly she moved her tongue down my shaft, her mouth enclosing over my scrotum and taking the sack into her mouth. She sucked on each of my balls expertly.

I groaned.

She stopped, looking up from her work, her eyes unsure her body tense. “Am I…doing it right?”

“Yes…yes, just continue doing it,” I managed to gasp, “Just keep doing what you’re doing, you’re wonderful.”

A smile came to her eyes and she continued.

My body heaved as her tongue played with my living muscle. I felt her bite down softly on my her head, as she played with the tip of my member, teasing it.

It was obvious she had done this before.

“Play with yourself,” I managed between pants, “You love this and you know it. It makes you so hot.”

In between groans I watched as she shifted her weight to one arm, using the free hand to work the folds of her cunt. In and out her two fingers worked the slit, tugging and penetrating the inner skin.

I felt the vibration of her moan on my cock, better than I heard it. Her juices began to drip out from her snatch, soaking her hand and making it sticky. Her head began to bob down on my johnson with a new kind of fervor, her tongue wrapping tight around the shaft.

It was heaven.

Her head bobbed over my cock. My body heaved up to it in response.

It took all of my will power not to release my load.

“BEG, beg for my holy semen!” I screamed, propping myself up, feeling myself at the edge of release.

She complied, pulling off my cock for a second. “Feed me,” she begged,“ give me your sacred juices. I want them. I NEED them.”

That was enough. That was all I wanted to hear. With a burst of force I ejaculated for the third time that day. Nancy was careful to have fully engulfed my cock. Her throat didn’t miss a drop of it. She swallowed it all.

I collapsed back onto the ground, spent, my eyes staring up at the afternoon light as it flittered through the tree overhead. In between gasps for air I reflected for a moment. My aunt, the matriarch was now my pupil. My mom was a mindless sex freak. And my sister would give into anything that pushed her in any direction. The commune was mine. The place was at last mine.

And damn if it didn’t feel good.

Nancy sidled up next to me, her breasts dragging in the dirt, covering her dark pink areolas. Dirt accumulated, along her legs, and her stomach, her body as she dragged herself forward, fixed on by the sweat of her recent activity. She lay alongside me, her breasts pillowing my side, her strong creamy legs, gracefully extending over mine. She cradled my body in hers.

A weary, but satisfied smile rested on her face.

Imagine how I felt. That’s right tired. But at the present I hardly noticed it.

She slid a hand lightly over my chest, her head resting in the other one, her eyes staring into mine. “That was incredible,” she said, “you were incredible.”

I scoffed, “You did all the work.”

“But you told me what to do. It wouldn’t have been the same.”

I sighed, my head still staring up at the sky.

“I understand now,” she continued, “ At least I think I’m beginning to, the idea of your semen as sacred.”

I turned my head towards her, for the first time puzzled. After all I’d meant the whole statement as a farce. “What do you mean?”

“I feel free,” she said with a dreamy look in her eyes, “I feel the stress of a life, of a world taken off of me. It’s like now…for the first time I can be myself.”

“And what is this ‘self’ that you want to be?”

She smiled ,“ Anything you want me to be.”

Really.

Now I’m a sixteen year old kid with an overactive libido and four months of angst to work off. An invitation to that was an invitation to trouble. And damn if I wasn’t going to take advantage of it.

As the thought slowly sank in I felt my cock working slowly back to life. I’d never realized how much of a turn on absolute control really could be. And I’d never realized what it seemed to do for my sexual endurance. How could one have guessed it? It’s not like this sort of stuff happens everyday.

Nancy reached down and softly squeezed my hardening shaft. Her hand pumped it, squeezing the meat, her hands and tugging on it. My hip bucked up into her carefully jostling hand, my slowly regaining erection feeling the sensual fire of sexual need reignited.

My mouth watered. I groaned as she nuzzled her head into my neck licking my nape with her tongue. It was moist and soft and delicate as it traced my course dark skin. My dick somehow came back to life again. My body having rested felt ready for another round. It was incredible.

“Do you have a little bit more of those sacred juices?” she whispered in my ear, “Cause I could really go for some more.”

I only nodded.

That was when I heard the other body crawling its way in the dirt. That’s when I heard the moan. That’s when I turned my head forward to look at my mother as she worked her way towards us on all fours.

She was again naked from head to toe. Her wet cunt and ample bosom hung freely in the afternoon breeze.

At first I expected a response from my mother, something, a reaction, revulsion surprise, doubt. But all she did was hang over me, silent. My eyes slowly worked their way up from the cream of her legs to the her giant, large nippled melons. I found the answer. Her eyes were shining, pleading, suffused with a potent sexual energy. Her breath came in pants as her fingers continued to work the inner folds of her skin and her clit.

Her words, said almost like a whisper, “ Please…fuck me.”

And I thought with glory what any kid in my spot would do. Two chicks at the same time. Hell yeah…

I thought for a second on how I was going to make this work.

I turned to Nancy, “You ever had a guy do fellatio to you?”

She looked at me confused, “What’s that?”

“Oral sex.”

“I don’t know. I told you I can’t remember anything.”

A smile came to my face, “Would you like to?”

She looked at me, unsure, her naked arms wrapped around my body, her eyes looking at mine as if asking for some sort of reassurance, “ I don’t know would I?”

I nodded.

The smile came creeping to her face, her blank mind slowly taking in the information that I had given to her and making it hers. She would enjoy it. I had told her so and she would believe it. Her mind wrapped itself around the idea and it became her. I saw it plain as day in the eyes that looked down at her snatch, in the want that filled them as she gazed down at my mouth.

But she paused for a moment, a wistful glance sent towards my cock. “ But…your sacred juices…” she began.

“Must be shared,” I said, finishing her sentence.

She simply nodded as a low moan issued from her throat as her thoughts moved to her cunt and the pleasure building up again between her legs.

I turned towards my mom, pointing her towards my now throbbing member. She would give to me orally as I did the same to my aunt.

Nancy sat up, shifting her glorious rump upon my chest, her already juicy slit moving up into my face as Melissa crawled forward on all fours. Her hand already reached for her cunt working her clit as he mouth came down onto my shaft.

My mouth pushed forward into Nancy’s bush as my Mom carefully began to suck on the tip of my cock.

I heard my aunt slowly begin to moan as my tongue licked at her inner folds. The bright pink of her slit deepened as I nibbled lightly on her clit. My tongue moved slowly through her insides, inquiring, searching, feeling out the space before me.

Now I’ll admit, I’d never given oral before, and it seemed like a good idea at the time. The experience was both strange and new to me. I hesitated, taking in the aromatic smell of Nancy’s juices as I took them into my mouth and spit it out. The taste seemed weird and unwelcome.

Even so I continued. I had two wonderful sensations pushing me on in this new experience.

My aunt moaned above me, her hands feel up her luscious breasts. Her eyes alternating between looking into mine, pleading for more and throwing her head up to the sky as her cunt throbbed.

My mother engorging herself on my cock, deep throating my long shaft and bobbing the back of the throat against it. She worked harder than Nancy had against it, much harder. I could feel my cock aching with each slam of her head. And yet the scream that issued from my lips was pleasured, gasping as I pulled back from my Aunt’s snatch, calling for more.

And by God if I didn’t get it.

I felt the pressure leave me for a second, wondering briefly if somehow I had satiated my her raging sex drive. As I pulled myself out from my aunt’s waist I saw how wrong I truly was.

Or more so I felt it.

She turned around positioning her billowy rump over my erect pole. She laid it down carefully making sure it was in and then it began.

I felt her body slamming down on my waist as she rode my cock through her ass. All the while her moans rose to louder tenors, her breath coming in heaves as she panted. I heard her voice loudest above the din of my aunt.

“Oh God! Oh God! This is wonderful. This is so FUCKING wonderful!”

My tongue skipped a beat, paused, over wrought by the sensation coming over my body. My aunt was squeezing her breasts, rubbing her hands up and down her trunk to her legs, crying for more begging me to continue pleasuring her. I could see my mom doing the same, her ample flesh rippling with the motion of her body. She humped my shaft with her ass, riding me like a horse over rocky terrain. Her ass lubricated and rubbing against my sensitive skin.

It was too much. I’d never imagined it possible, but goddamn, it was the fourth or fifth time inside of two hours. Even a sex maniac like me needed a break some time.

I ejaculated my load one last time and just laid there exhausted on the ground, unable to move a muscle, barely able breath. I was more tired than I had ever been in my life.

I honestly just wanted to lay there and pass out. I could barely summon the energy to stand up, let alone walk.

So I had my aunt carry me.

And she did, naked body and all, held in her arms like you see those monsters do in bad horror flicks to the token cute chick. Her firm breasts rested against my chest, each breath pushing them closer to me, the largish nipples expanding and pushing into me. I idly reach my hand up and squeezed them, my tongue licking on their globular greatness.

My mom followed a step behind once again a look of genuine confusion resting on her face. She had to be wondering what was happening. She had to be wondering why it was happening. And she had to be thinking it involved me somehow.

And even in my tired state I knew that was dangerous.

My eyes traced the vase briefly as it lay in the dirt behind us, glad to note how Melissa missed it. Her thoughts seemed to run inward, her idle hand continually working her snatch. Little moans still coming from her mouth. She was trying to think. And I could tell by her reaction that she was having a lot of trouble.

All the better.

We went inside the house and my aunt laid me down on the couch. Her eyes looked at me, shifting down briefly towards my cock.

“It really is sacred,” she said, “Thank you.”

I just smiled wearily, suppressing chuckle even then.

It wasn’t until she left the room that my Mom approached me. Her eyes inquired her voice quiet, looking for reassurance. “Robert…can you tell me what is going on?”

I played innocent, “What do you mean?”

She shivered, “I can’t-I can’t control myself,” she stammered, “ all I can think about is-is sex and how badly I want it all the time, from anything.”

I noticed how’d she had a pen in her other hand and was using it to plunge into her sex.

“Something has to be going on, I mean- I mean you’re my son! How could I fuck you like that?” She looked at me as if pleading, as if hoping for me to reassure her.

I wasn’t.

Actually I’d only half heard. I’d slipped away to sleep and contrary to my mother’s best efforts nothing could be done about it.

My last thoughts had gone to my aunt and her friends, realizing with delight that some of her friends were actually pretty cute.

And one of them was my sister’s age.

There was going to be a “shindig” coming up, a women’s only “shindig.”

And damn if it wasn’t going to be the first one I was going to actually enjoy.