Subject: Randy Gets Greedy (FM, FFM, FF, F-solo, oral, incest)
By: Kelly <pghkelly@yahoo.com>
Diary Date: March 26, 2010
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!!!WARNING!!!!
This file is a work of fiction containing sexually explicit material which may
include depictions of underage, nonconsensual and unprotected sex as well as
incest and adultery. It is not intended to implicate any person or action by
them or me, nor advocate such practices. If you can't separate fantasy from
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Summary:
What do you do when your boyfriend tells you that he wants to have sex with
another woman? Well, if you’ve agreed that you’re on in an exclusive
relationship you might say why even say anything. However, when the “other
woman” is your mother’s sister, then things take on a whole new perspective.
Table of COntents:
Chapter 1 – Dating Randy
Chapter 2 – Trying to Understand Men’s Needs
Chapter 3 – Randy Lusts For My Aunt Linda
Chapter 4 – Getting Kristi Interested
Chapter 5 – Prepping Randy
Chapter 6 – Randy Finally Gets What He Wants
Chapter 7 – Randy Gets More Than He Asked For
Chapter 1 – Dating Randy
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Randy and I have been dating since October of last fall, starting back when he
surprised me by showing up in church one day out of the blue. He was back home
after having been laid off from some sort of computer programming job he’d had
somewhere in southern California. We had dated briefly back in high school when
he was a junior and I was the older senior girl. One of the reasons I
remembered him more than other guys I dated back then was I’d been his “first”
girl – a “first” for me as well. After the newness wore off we quit dating and
after high school we went our separate ways. I never expected to see him again
until that day I practically ran him over as I made my way out after church.
Wow, he had certainly grown up – on more areas than one as it turned out!
From the start we agreed that we weren’t going to be “exclusive” and never in
all the time we’ve been “dating” have I ever even once considered the
possibility of marriage. We’ve just been the perfect stereotypical “friends
with benefits” and so as long as the relationship is mutually beneficial to both
of us, I guess that it will continue in one shape or another. When people ask
if I have a boyfriend, my typical response is, “Yes, but nothing serious”.
Even though we’ve agreed that seeing other people was ok, the reality is that we
pretty much stick with each other and even when we don’t it’s not something that
tends to come up in casual conversation. I’ve heard a few things from my
friends that they’ve seen Randy messing around with other girls now and then,
but so long as he’s available when I need him, I’m not complaining. It’s not
like I don't take advantage of an opportunity when I get one.
Actually, for the most part I’ve been “faithful” to Randy, whatever that means.
There have been times, like a recent night out with my best friend Beth, where
I’ve done some other guys but it’s typically just something spur of the moment
for fun and nothing “serious”.
In some ways, dating Randy today is not all that much different from when we
were back in high school. Back then I was the older girl, a senior while he was
just a lowly junior. Normally I didn't go out with guys younger than me but
Randy was a bit of a nerd back then so it was sort of a challenge for me I guess
you could say. Then when I found out he was a virgin that made it even more
special since I’d never had sex with a virgin before.
Randy’s parents were ultra-conservative and would’ve undoubtedly had an aneurism
had they known some of the things their son was doing with me behind their backs
– literally in some cases. I’ll never forget the time I coerced him into
fucking me out on their porch while his parents were watching TV in the next
room. Then there was the time we fucked on his parent’s bed while I wore his
mom’s nightgown. THAT time was especially hot since his older sister caught us
but fortunately she didn't tell their parents.
Thus my relationship with Randy is really more about sex than anything else.
When we went out it’s pretty much a given that we will fuck – or at least that
I'll give him a blowjob. Heck, why else go out? We don't share much the same
tastes in music, hobbies or much of anything else. I’m sure that if it wasn’t
for the great sex we would’ve split apart long ago. The question now is, how
long can a relationship last when it’s based purely on sex? Well, give me a
little more time and I'll tell you! For the moment I don’t know but I’m
enjoying it while I can.
Chapter 2 – Trying to Understand Men’s Needs
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There are times when men are so obvious and transparent that it’s almost
embarrassing to take advantage of them... almost. Men have three basic needs –
sex, food and sleep and in that order. A typical guy will sacrifice sleep for
food and then food for sex but don't ever expect him to forego sex for food or
pass up food just for some sleep.
Since men seem to think of sex in mostly physical terms, it comes down to their
dicks. What I mean is it’s the classic struggle between the “big head” versus
the “little head”. My mom use to say a man had two heads but only enough blood
to operate one at a time. Personally I think it’s hilarious that men can’t
control their sexual urges enough to be able to stop an erection, even when it’s
totally inappropriate. At the same time, for me it’s quite useful. For
instance a guy can say all he wants but one look at his crotch and I know the
truth.
Well, I could go on and on about men but what’s important in this context is
there are still a few things I haven’t totally figured out about men. One of
those has to do with the age of the women that turn him on – or in some cases I
should say “girls”. About the only thing that’s consistent is that regardless
of age the guy is are, THAT is the age he least seems to want his partner to be.
What differentiates men is whether his desire is for older or younger women.
Indeed, this is where it gets really interesting – and confusing.
Take the concept of the classic MILF – Mother I’d Like to Fuck (similar to the
GILF – do I really need to explain?). What is it about older mothers that turn
guys on so much? I’m not talking about REALLY old like into their 50;s and
older but more like the 30 and 40 year-olds that men often lust for. It’s not
even the cougars (single older women gunning for younger men) that I’m talking
about but actually married mothers with kids that are their favorite target.
Add in a teenage daughter and then it REALLY seems to get their motors running.
Which leads right into the other end of the spectrum, the young girls that so
many guys fantasize about. Please, I’m not even going to discuss pedophiles
stalking five and six year-old girls – that’s just disgusting to me. No, I am
referring to those guys that lust for girls between the ages of maybe twelve and
sixteen with fourteen seeming to be the “optimum” age for most. Take me for
example: I lost my virginity when I was 14 and so did my mother and my cousin so
obviously there were guys out there looking for us at that age. For them it’s
often a fantasy based on “teaching” the young girl about sex, being her first,
or just plain horniness for pretty little girls that drive men crazy with the
slutty little outfits their moms buy them these days.
OK, I’m not THAT naïve and I can empathize with men in that young girls ARE cute
and they can be quite developed for their age, especially when compared to boys
at that same age. Still, it’s one thing to smile at their growing bodies and
budding sexuality but that’s worlds apart from wanting to have sex with them.
Take one look at my website, at the stories and tributes men send in regarding
young girls, and it’s obvious that’s such feelings are quite common among men.
So what it is that makes some men go for the young girls while others are driven
by lust for their mothers (and grandmothers)? DNA? Upbringing? Age? The
Internet? And why aren't men as turned on by girls their own age as they are
about that adorable little preteen waif walking through mall with her mom? Why
would any guy want to fuck a woman old enough to be his own mother?
Now I know some people might say that I’m being a little hypocritical with
regards to the MILF question as I’m on record for saying I prefer sex with older
men. Well, I don't think it’s really a fair comparison. I prefer older men
mainly because the guys my age and younger are either incredibly immature or
they just want to fuck anything on two legs. The main issue I have in either
case is all they care about are their own needs and desires, not mine. If they
kiss me, play with my hair, or even lick my pussy, it’s only because they feel
they have to as part of some mandatory foreplay that they do only as long as
they think they have to in order to get to what they REALLY want – to fuck me.
Granted, older men have most of the same desires as they did when they were
teenagers or in their twenties, but they’ve also learned to temper that desire
with concern for their partner’s needs as well. Perhaps some of it has to do
with their reduced potency where the machine gun they had as a teen has devolved
into a musket loader. As a result they want to make the experience last as long
as possible which means they have to attend to me or else it would be all over
with for the night in a few minutes.
To be fair, there are exceptions to both instances. Some younger guys really
have cared about me and seen to my own needs before theirs and there have been
more than a few older ones that are just crazy horny and just use me as a notch
on their belt or the fulfillment of a life-long fantasy. I’m just talking about
the typical guy, not every guy.
Now if you want to know what REALLY gets me fired up, it’s when a guy seems to
think I’m somehow even remotely interested in who else he has sex with besides
me. Like, why would I ever want to know that, especially if we’re in the middle
of doing it ourselves? Is he hinting at some desire for me to role-play for
him? Is he just so caught up in his uncontrollable lust that he doesn’t even
fully understand what he’s saying? Is he trying to impress me with his “open
mind”? Maybe if we’re exchanging fantasies or such it is OK to hear those
things but when a guy is doing me, I want him to be focused on ME and not even
hint at who else he wishes he was with.
Chapter 3 – Randy Lusts For My Aunt Linda
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“You want to fuck who?”
Unbelievable! Here we were laying on his bed, taking advantage of his parents
being out for the night, fucking like horny rabbits and out of nowhere my so-
called boyfriend comes up with the craziest question he’d ever asked me.
Suddenly I went from being engulfed with lust to being so pissed off at him that
I just lost it.
“Fuck it, get the hell off of me asshole,” I huffed, pushing him with both hands
over to the side. His stiff dick slipped out of my pussy as he flopped over on
his back, leaving the two of us panting on the bed on our backs as we lay beside
one another.
Sheesh, one second I was just about to orgasm and now the last thing on my mind
was sex. I say my mind because apparently the memo hadn’t made it to my pussy
yet as it continued to throb but I just ignored the traitor. Dammit, I was mad
at Randy and even if my body still instinctively craved him, I wasn't about to
let him know that.
“You know, it’s not that I really care one way or the other that you want to
fuck my aunt, but why in the world would you tell me that NOW?” I asked him
angrily.
Randy took a breath and slowly let it out before answering. Glancing down, I
noticed his dick hadn’t gotten the memo yet either as it was still fully erect,
all nice and wet from being buried in my horny pussy just moments before. God
it looked incredible!
“I don’t know... I guess I just thought you would think it was hot for me to say
that about her,” he finally replied lamely.
All I could do was sigh with frustration. Damn, it was really hard to see his
dick all nice and hard, coupled with the unquenchable tingle between my legs,
and not want to just jump on it and start grinding on him. Randy was definitely
towards the upper end of the scale when it came to the size of dicks I preferred
and when he was this stiff and fully extended, it made my whole body quiver just
to see it. It was beautiful... nice and wet from having just been in my pussy,
the smooth head all enlarged, his pubic hair all thick and curly.
Still, as much as I wanted to pounce on Randy’s wonderful cock like a cat on a
mouse, there was a principle involved...
“Like I said, I really don’t care... that’s between you and her. Shit, you’re
suppose to me fucking ME right now you dope, not thinking about my aunt.”
“Well I’m sorry I mentioned her then... c’mon, let’s forget I ever said anything
and get back to fucking,” he suggested, turning on his side and placing his
large hand over my warm crotch. As much as I wanted to pull it into me even
tighter, somehow I managed to push it away, trying not to respond to his touch
despite the monstrous surge of pleasure I felt when his fingers pressed on my
swollen clit. Damn, I really HAD been SO close to cumming and even now, it
still wouldn't take much to set me off.
“It’s too late now, you’ve already spoiled the mood,” I whined, crossing my arms
over my bare breasts like a virgin trying to hide herself. That may have been
what I was SAYING but it certainly wasn't what I was FEELING. It’s not like you
can suddenly turn these sort of feelings off like a lamp but I knew I could get
it any time I wanted it from him so it gave me a little more leverage at the
moment to deal with his infraction.
“Soooooo, what is all this about fucking my aunt anyway?”
Randy rolled his eyes and then he grinned at me like a kid eyeing a candy store
window. “C’mon Kelly, she’s HOT.”
“Yeah but what makes you think she would want have sex with you in the first
place?”
“Why not? Or am I too old for her?”
Randy chuckled at his lame attempt at humor and this time it was my turn to roll
my eyes. It was somewhat my fault in that I should’ve never told him about my
aunt’s fondness for the younger boys (matched only by her daughter’s similar
obsessions). It was probably a good thing I’d never actually told him HOW young
they went for but it was enough for him to get a pretty good idea. Still, at 23
he wasn’t much more than half my aunt’s age so it wasn't like he was some old
geezer yet.
“Oh you’re horrible!” I came back, trying to sound exasperated with him.
“Hey, I was just saying...”
“That’s enough of that, OK?” I broke in before he said something we might both
regret.
To be honest, this line of talk wasn’t my favorite subject. Sure, I could
appreciate a younger boy, or even girl for that matter, but it was more an
intellectual exercise for me than sexual attraction. People confuse that all
the time about me. Just because I TALK about underage sex and tease men about
them doing it doesn't mean that I’m interested in having sex with them myself.
The reality is that I’ve never in my life had sex with a boy under sixteen and
even that was when I was fourteen. OK, so there was one time with a sixteen
year-old when I was older but that was something special at the time and not
really relevant.
Bottom line is that since I turned eighteen I’ve focused more on men older than
me – some significantly older. I’ve also not been with anyone under eighteen.
Sure there have been a few times when I was sorely tempted - my cousin certainly
hasn’t helped in that regard, but the consequences for my teaching career and my
family have always overridden any short term enjoyment I might have had so I’ve
always said no.
Just because I admit to being tempted is no reason for me to feel any shame or
remorse. If anything it just shows I’m human. Hey, you can’t control your
thoughts and feelings. You can’t control how your body instinctively responds
in every situation which is part of why I say that it’s OK to fantasize about
ANYTHING. What really matters, and what people SHOULD be held accountable for,
is how they ACT. If a guy gets an erection watching young girls at a
playground, he can’t stop that from happening but he CAN stop himself from
exposing that erection to them or otherwise doing anything inappropriate. If I
see a cute teenage boy and find myself wondering what it would be like to be a
teenage girl again, so what so long as I don't ACT on those thoughts? So long
as I keep my hands off of him and don't do anything else I shouldn’t, what’s the
big deal what I THINK?
Simply put, I didn't want to get into a conversation with my boyfriend over my
aunt’s sexual partner preferences, especially the ones that most people didn't
know about. Randy only knew because he was privy to some family secrets of mine
of which he was the first boyfriend I’d ever had who knew them. Then again,
he’s also the only boyfriend I’ve ever had that is personally involved in incest
– in his case meaning that he fucks his older sister. There was one time a LONG
time ago where I had a boyfriend who I watched doing his mom but that was only a
one-time thing and I had no idea what, if anything, happened after that. I
wasn't having sex in my family at the time anyway so it didn't really matter.
“So tell me Randy, why do you want to fuck my aunt more than me?” I asked,
trying to change the subject, “You do know that she almost twice as old as you
are, don’t you?”
“Now just wait a minute... I never said MORE than you,” he countered quickly,
trying once again to get his hands on me as if to emphasize the point. Again, I
brushed him away again as he wasn't forgiven, at least not quite yet. “I just
thought it would be hot to do her and figured you might like to help.”
There he goes making stupid assumptions again. Why do people think that just
because my dad fucks me and my aunt that she and I have sex together? Sure,
we’ve done it a few times over the years but it’s not like it’s something we go
out of our way to do. In fact, I can probably count on one hand the numbers of
times that we’ve done anything like that. People forget that incest, when
practiced as it SHOULD be, is not all about sex and orgies. Just because you
CAN have sex with a relative doesn’t mean you DO. In any case, I wasn't about
to debate the point with Randy at this time – not with that handsome dick
staring at me like a one-eyed pleasure snake.
“So if that’s so, then why don't you just ASK her?” I asked him, “She knows that
you know about everything anyway so it’s not like she’d be giving away any
special secrets.”
“What do you mean Kelly, that I just walk up to her and ask her if I can fuck
her?” Randy said flippantly. “Yeah, I can just see me doing THAT!”
“Why not?”
That made him pause for a moment. Then he looked at me with his eyes narrowed,
like he was trying to determine if I was being serious or just teasing him.
“Seriously,” I continued, “I think you’d have a better chance if you were just
up front with her rather than having me act like some kind of lewd matchmaker.”
“So are you saying that you wouldn't care if I fucked her?” he asked, as if NOW
was the time to ask me that! Seemed like the sort of question he should’ve
asked at the start of this conversation.
“Damn Randy, you know me better than to ask something stupid like that,” I
huffed, “I’ve always told you that you can fuck anyone you want... and I meant
it.”
Technically that was true as we’d agreed from the beginning that either of us
could go out and have sex with whoever we wanted, whenever we wanted, without
saying anything to the other. Still, I could tell from the hurt expression on
his face that he was more than a little disappointed that I appeared to be so
flippant with my lack of “concern” over who he had sex with. Actually I DID
care and I guess maybe that’s why I was trying so hard not to show it. Even if
I had no intentions of ever getting “serious” with Randy, it’s still a boost to
your ego to know someone feels pangs of jealousy when you’re having sex with
someone else.
“So are you sure that you won’t ask your aunt for me?” he tried again after a
pause.
Good grief! I sighed loudly and grinned at him. “Well, I guess that depends on
how well you fuck me now.”
OK, so I’m human, shoot me. Laying there naked with him pushing his stiff rod
into the side of my hip, how could I NOT want him? Any thoughts like I’d had
when I pushed him away had long since disappeared and my natural horniness was
firmly back in control again. Reaching down to my side, I gathered his warm
dick in my hand, wrapping my fingers around its firmness and tugging on it
gently. God I loved the feel of him in my hand!
“I think we’ve said enough about my Aunt Linda... now fuck me.”
Well he did... and quite well I might add! However, I did have to wonder when
he finally came inside of me if he was thinking about Aunt Linda’s pussy
instead. I can’t say I was comfortable with the idea of him thinking about her
while he fucked me...
Chapter 4 – Getting Kristi Interested
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When I finally returned home the house was empty so I was able to take a shower
and get ready for bed without being pestered by my cousin for a status report.
At least living with my cousin I could just tell her to get lost and ignore her
so it wasn't like back when I was in high school when my mom or dad would be
waiting up for me, anxiously waiting to hear all about my date – especially the
juicy details (sorry, pun intended). As a teen I could hardly say no to my
parents but when it came to Kristi that was a different matter entirely. She
could just wonder what had happened so far as I was concerned and usually I’d
give her a sly grin to let her think it was even naughtier than it typically
was.
Suddenly hunger struck so I wrapped a towel around my wet hair and used another
around me, tucking it in my cleavage to hold it in place. It was a large bath
towel so it was almost like wrapping a blanket around me it was so huge. Being
so heavy it was sort of a pain to keep on but it was still better than running
around naked.
I was in the midst of peeling an orange when in walked Kristi with her usual
grin on her face. In and of itself, the grin meant nothing since it seemed to
be permanently etched on her face. Now had she NOT been grinning, THEN I would
have wondered what was going on – and been worried as well.
“So cuz, get laid?” she greeted me. Typical Kristi in that I didn't even get a
“hello” from her before she went straight to what mattered to her the most – the
sex. The girl had a one-track mind, that was for sure. Well, at least you
always knew where she was coming from.
The grin on my own face told her all she needed to know so she took a seat
across the table from me and asked, “So where’d you guys do it this time?”
All I got to tell her was that we did it in his bedroom when she cut me off
saying, “Shit Kelly, I keep telling you to do it on his sister’s bed... that
would be hotter, don't you think?”
There she goes again trying to push my buttons. I just shook my head at her,
hoping she would remember what I’d told her a dozen time before if I told her
once. Sheesh, how many times did I have to tell Kristi that Randy’s sister
didn't live at home anymore and hadn't in years? Kristi, as usual, didn't pick
up on the hint and barged right on ahead.
“Ya know, I think it would be cool if you did it on her bed AND she was on it at
the same time. Really, I can’t believe you won’t do it with his sister. I bet
you do and you just won’t tell me... is that right?”
There were so many misconceptions there that I hardly would’ve known where to
begin, had I chosen to. First, as I already said, she didn't even HAVE a bed in
the house anymore as her bedroom had long ago been turned into a sewing room for
her mother. Next, it wasn't MY decision not to do anything with her. From the
first time she’d caught me with her brother back in high school, she’d hated my
guts. I guess seeing me wearing her mom’s nightie hadn't helped. Since then
time hadn’t done anything to heal our rift. She thought I was a slut (which I
couldn't argue with) and in her book that meant I was unfit to be her brother’s
girlfriend. End of discussion so far as she was concerned.
“So anyway, where did you go today?” I asked her, trying to deflect the
conversation away from me and Randy – and his sister.
“Oh the usual... just an open house,” she said but the look in her eyes told me
that she wasn't telling anywhere near the entire story. She was clearly
taunting me, waiting for me to rise to her bait and beg her to tell me all the
lurid details of how she undoubtedly slept with some potential buyer, probably
while another couple was looking around the home if I knew her by now.
Sometimes I felt like she was embellishing things a bit but then I knew from my
own experience “helping out” her mom that indeed, sometimes truth was stranger
than fiction,
Seeing I wasn't going to play along with her little mind games, Kristi gathered
her things and left for her room, finally leaving me in peace to finish peeling
my orange. As she walked out and I glanced over just in time to see her tight
little ass wiggle in an impossibly tight skirt, suddenly an idea flashed into my
head.
“Hey Kristi, Randy told me that he wants to fuck your mom!” I called out after
her.
Now THAT stopped her in her tracks! Kristi turned around and looked at me, like
she was trying to determine if I was just teasing her or if there any truth to
what I’d just said. Something like the look Randy had given me earlier when I
told him it was OK to fuck my aunt. Apparently convinced I was at least not
totally messing with her, she dropped her coat on a chair and came back into the
kitchen.
“MY mom?” she repeated, as if she wasn't sure she had heard me right. “Are you
sure he wasn't talking about ME?”
Another classic Kristi move – making it all about her. Heaven forbid that some
guy might not ask for her but express his desire for her mother instead. I
assured her that she’d heard me correctly and she appeared to be a bit miffed.
It didn't help that Randy had been with her a few times in the past so it must
have seemed like a slap in the face to her for him to express desire for her mom
but not her.
“Yeah, he even asked me to help with asking her.”
Kristi may have had a body most girls would kill for, but I’ve never claimed she
was the sharpest knife in the drawer. With her fixation on sex and herself, it
made her almost as easy to manipulate as your typical guy. Case in point, all I
had to do was lob out a little softball of a statement and she was instantly all
over it.
“What do you mean?”
“I was just thinking maybe if you helped me set things up between them, then
maybe we could arrange for a little unexpected fun beyond what they think
they’re getting.”
Hook, line and sinker. Kristi swallowed it all without even a blink of her eye.
Actually the idea had just popped into my head a few minutes earlier, but she
was so easy to manipulate that all I needed was a few seconds to figure out the
right approach. Kristi may not catch every nuance I tossed her way but not even
she could miss this one.
It took maybe an hour or so but we eventually came up with a plan I had to admit
was quite devious – not to mention hot as hell. There were a few details that
would have to be dealt with when the time came but I was sure it wasn't anything
the two of us couldn't handle. Now if we could just pull it off...
Chapter 5 – Prepping Randy
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“So..... do you still want to fuck my Aunt Linda?”
Randy and I were laying laid together on my bed after another evening of sex for
the sake of sex. He’d just cum in me (finally) and his dick was still inside of
my pussy while his arms were wrapped around me as he spooned me from behind.
After he’d cum we both kept quiet for a few minutes, laying perfectly still
except for the occasional quick push as he tried his best to keep his slowly
dwindling cock buried inside of me.
God.... I loved the feeling it gave me as his dick moved ever slightly inside of
me while his sperm drained slowly out of me onto my thigh. For some reason I
started to try and figure out how many times I’d been fucked over the years.
Hundreds for sure. Was it more than a thousand times if I counted back to when
I first did it at the age of fourteen? Yet no matter how many cocks, how many
times, how many positions, no matter where or when, this was one of those
moments of which I never grew weary.
In a way, having him behind me like this with his hairy crotch pushed into my
bare butt and his large hand cupping my tender breasts, it was even better in
that it wasn't really all that important to me WHO he was. That may sound a
little weird so let me explain. When it comes to sex, how I react depending
mostly on WHO I am with. Well, “who” in terms of what my relationship is with
that person. There are three basic categories: total strangers, guys I am close
to (like a boyfriend or long-time friend) and then those in my family (incestual
relationships).
With a total stranger, like when I have sex at a party or I just go out and get
picked up by some guy I’ve never met before, it’s not just all about the
physical aspect of sex as you might think it would be for me. In fact, the idea
that he IS a total stranger is a large part of what turns me on. Just think
about it and it should make sense to you. First, when you meet a stranger
there’s no guarantee that you WILL have sex yet at the same time, it’s assumed
because I know he’s horny and he probably figures only a slut would be doing
this sort of thing in the first place. Here’s a guy whom I’ve never met before
and don't even know his name, and I’m letting him literally mate me like some
dog in heat taking whatever hard dick comes her way. He doesn't care about ME,
he doesn't want to know anything about ME, all he wants is to fuck me and when
it’s over, never see me again. You gotta admit, that’s all pretty hot.
When it comes to sex with my friends and boyfriends, I refer to that privately
as “comfort sex”. You both know each other, what you each like and don’t like,
what turns each other on – and off. You know when you get together that you
WILL have sex, so it’s how you get there that makes it interesting.
With “strange” sex it’s basically right to the sex, be it oral or full fucking,
and when it’s done it’s done. With a friend, I like to snuggle and have lots of
foreplay. Sometimes we won’t even have sex and all I’ll do is maybe suck his
dick or let him grope me. Afterwards, like now with Randy, I like to stay tied
together and feel him inside of me as he throbs and jerks uncontrollable at
times. Like I said, it’s just comfortable, perfect for those times when I’m
horny but don't want to have to go through a lot of games to get laid.
Incestual sex is totally different from “strange” and “comfort” sex. First,
when it comes to my uncles and cousin, it’s more like something you do because
you’re a family and it’s expected. The fact that neither of my aunts knows that
I fuck their husbands makes it more of a turn-on yet at the same time, it makes
it a pain because we have to keep it a secret at family gatherings and such. I
know my dad loves to fuck some of my cousins, Tammy in particular as she is the
youngest, so it’s important that I let her dad fuck me so my dad can fuck his
daughter. With my dad it is totally different but I discuss that relationship
enough in other stories and articles so I won’t get into how I feel about being
intimate with him other than it is unique and unlike sex I have with any other
man.
With Randy, sex had become VERY comfortable. Frankly, it was about the only
reason we even HAD a relationship as we didn't share much else in common other
than we’d dated a bit back in high school and I was his “first”. Sure we went
out to movies and dinners and such, but that was more to provide something
different than anything. Usually I never saw much of the movie or ate the
whole dinner anyway before we both got too horny to care. I guess there’s
something to say about being able to just call a guy up and be honest about what
you need instead of having to play coy and talk all around the subject you BOTH
want to discuss.
Randy’s cock was barely in me now, giving me a moment to reflect on how I was
going to put the plan in motion that Kristi and I had concocted. It was really
pretty basic but then aren’t all the best plans simple?
“So..... do you still want to fuck my Aunt Linda?” I’d just asked him.
“Well, yeah,” Randy replied, “I didn't think you were too crazy about the idea
though the last time I mentioned it.”
Wiggling my butt just a little to make his dick move in me, I felt him shudder
as his hypersensitive dick automatically reacted to even the slight movement of
my warm pussy around it.
“It seems you have a way of convincing me,” I teased him.
“You know, if you got busy I could convince you again,” he teased back,
thrusting his crotch into me harder as if I hadn't already gotten the hint.
True, I was pretty sure as horny as he was tonight that with just a little work
I could suck him back into an erection in no time. Still, before I did that I
wanted to talk about him and my Aunt Linda little more.
“So tell me again, why do you want to fuck her? I’d of thought you’d rather
have Kristi.”
Randy laughed a little at that one. “Well, who wouldn’t want to fuck Kristi...
and who hasn’t for that matter?”
As much as I tried not to, I giggled a little myself at that one. He was right
in that I didn’t know of too many guys who had NOT fucked Kristi. IF it was
hard for me to figure out how many guys had done me and how many times, I could
just imagine trying to keep score for Kristi – and that doesn't even count when
she was whoring herself out.
Back in our high school days I guess you could say that I had a bit of a
reputation in that if you were going on a date with me, odds are you went home
with a BJ at the very least. So far as I was concerned, anything more than that
wasn't anywhere near as certain but not so when it came to my cousin Kristi. In
fact, it would have been big news had she NOT been fucked by a guy she went out
with. That was her way though, and while it wasn't how I handled myself, it was
her decision and I respected her decisions.
“Well my aunt’s not exactly a virgin either you know,” I pointed out the
obvious.
“Yeah but I’ve never fucked an older woman.”
“Oh? What about your sister? She’s older than you.”
Randy huffed at that one. “Gimme a break, that's not the same and you know it
Kelly. Your aunt’s like what, 45?”
I pointed out to him that she wouldn't even be 42 for another week as her
birthday was April 2nd.
“Oh well, 45, 42... close enough,” Randy sighed, “I just can’t help but imagine
that fucking someone that old would be really hot, not to mention she’s Kristi’s
mom too.”
The implied reference to a mother-daughter tryst got my attention. “Oh? Is
that it.... you want to do a mother-daughter thing?”
“Shit Kelly, you know better than to even ASK that,” he said firmly, “Like what
heterosexual male would NOT?”
“Well, up until now you’ve just asked about my Aunt, nothing about her and
Kristi together. Besides, you’ve already fucked Kristi a few times so what’s
the big deal?”
Indeed he had, but that was back when we were first getting reacquainted with
me. Since we’d been going out more Kristi had left him pretty much alone, in no
small part because I’d threatened her dearly if she didn't keep her distance.
It wasn't that I was jealous of her, just greedy. From bitter past experience I
knew that if Kristi get involved with Randy that she would want to be involved
ALL the time. I wanted Randy for “comfort” sex, not 3-somes with Kristi.
“So tell me what turns you on about my aunt,” I pushed him.
“She’s just so fucking hot I guess. Most women her age start gaining weight and
their boobs and arms get all saggy. Your aunt still look like she’s barely
thirty.”
There were a few good reasons for that but I didn't mention to him that her
youthful looks were in part thanks to an excellent plastic surgeon but he didn't
need to know those details. Besides, because of some medical issues she hadn't
gotten implants, just a lift so her boobs looked almost as perky as her
daughter’s and still felt natural. As for her arms, the sorry truth was they
WERE starting to sag a little but she watched her weight and exercised which
seemed to be staving off the inevitable flabby arms all older women eventually
have to face sooner or later.
Looking at Randy I got the feeling that he was thinking about my aunt in ways a
whole lot naughtier than he was talking about her. When I say “feeling”, I mean
that literally. His dick was starting to respond to all this talk about my aunt
and cousin and I could feel him starting to swell once again inside of me. Oh
yeah, he WAS a horny boy today, that was for sure. Not that I was
complaining...
“So what do I get if I somehow convince my aunt to let you fuck her?” I asked as
I started to instinctively move my hips slowly, grinding my ass into his crotch
as his dick continued to grow inside of me. I hadn't even realized I was doing
it at first as it was more a reaction than something I consciously decided to
start doing.
Mmmmm, just like I enjoyed feeling his dick stay in me after he had cum, this
was another sensation I looked forward to – the feel of his cock as it grew
inside of me. Usually when I felt his dick growing it was in my mouth as he
couldn't get it into my pussy when he was soft. I loved that as well as his
dick would swell and lengthen inside of my mouth like some magical balloon. The
only time I got to feel it grow in my pussy was at a time like this, when he got
all worked up and horny after he’d already fucked me once. It was a sensation
almost impossible to describe as it was like a warm balloon being blown up ever
so slowly inside of me. Rather than pushing in and forcing me apart as his
thick shaft violated me, this was more subtle and oh so much more erotic!
“Mmmmm, I think someone’s horny for my aunt,” I murmured as I felt him beginning
to slowly stroke his now almost totally erect dick in and out of me.
“God Kelly, you can be such a fucking tease, you know that?” he asked
rhetorically.
“Why don't you just shut up and fuck me again,” I sighed, closing my eyes and
focusing on nothing but his wonderful his dick in me. Reaching down, I started
to play with myself, feeling his dick sliding in and out of my over my
fingertips as my fingers pressed against my clit, putting just enough pressure
on it that the natural movement of me against his thrusting dick was enough to
drive my clit crazy.
Well, I asked him to fuck me and thankfully he did just that. After we were
done, he quickly gathered his stuff and left, leaving me sweaty and cum-filled
on my bed. Again, not that I’m complaining! After he had left, Kristi walked
into my room and laid down next to me without asking or even saying a word
beforehand.
“Hmmm, sounded like he fucked you pretty good today,” she teased me, trying to
rub my pussy as I brushed her hand away.
“Not now Kristi,” I sighed. If I gave an inch I knew she would take a mile and
as much as I knew I’d probably enjoy it, I had other things on my mind that I
needed to talk to her about.
“So what else did you hear?” I asked, knowing she must have been listening
outside my room while Randy had been fucking me.
“Well.... what was this about a 3-some with me and my mom? Sounds hot!”
I playfully spanked her cute little bottom. “Don't even THINK about it.”
“Why not?” Kristi whined, trying to act like she was hurt. “Mom would love
it... I know she would. She thinks Randy’s hot!”
“I would’ve thought he was a little old for the two of you,” I teased. It
really wasn't that much of a tease though in that the two of them DID seem to
prefer the younger boys – and I mean a lot younger than Randy
“He’s not THAT old!”
“Well, he’s not in middle school either.”
This time it was her turn to try and spank me but I pushed her back and we both
cracked up.
“Seriously Kristi, he DOES want to fuck your mom so what do you think, think she
would?”
Kristi just rolled her eyes with a classic “duh” expression. “Trust me... I
KNOW she would. Quit worrying, our plan will work out perfectly.”
There was something about the way she emphasized the “know” in her response that
told me there was more to that than she was sharing but I wasn't about to fall
into her little trap.
“Tell you what Kelly,” she said, turning over on her side to face me while
holding up her head on her arm and hand. “Tomorrow there’s an open house my mom
and me are doing, why not tell him to stop over... maybe when it’s just
finishing. It would be a great time to do what we talked about.”
True, the conditions were perfect. It also brought all sorts of ideas to mind,
none of which I’m sure the owners of the house would have appreciated nearly as
much as I did.
“So do I get to be there too?” I asked. We hadn't quite worked out every detail
as it had been more fantasizing than actual planning. Now that we were looking
at actually DOING it, a few details needed to be worked out. Kristi may not be
the sharpest took in the shed, but when it came to planning anything sexual she
was at the top of the charts. Years of experience as a high-priced whore didn't
hurt either.
“OK... we’ll both be there but he won’t know... at least not at first,” she
replied, winking at me after she said the last part. I started to ask her about
it but she just held up her hand and shook her head. “Just show up early and
you’ll see... OK? Now just get him over there and I'll take care of the rest.”
I shrugged my shoulders and smiled. Why not? One good thing about this so-
called plan - it really wasn't much of a plan as it was a general outline
leaving open all sorts of possibilities. I started to lay back down again but
she poked me in the side.
“Soooo, are you gonna call Randy or not?”
“Don't you have to check with your mom first?” I asked.
Kristi just grinned. “Nooooo, we already talked about it. Besides, it would
take half the fun out of it if she knew everything, don't you agree?”
I wasn't quite sure just how much she had told her mother but apparently it was
more centered around Randy than anything to do with her or me. I just nodded
but she wasn't about to let it go at that.
“So call Randy... now!” she insisted, “Besides, I want to listen.”
I reached over to the nightstand where my cell phone was and hit the speed dial
button for Randy. Kristi motioned towards the phone with her finger. I got the
hint and hit the speakerphone button so she could listen in on us.
It only took a few minutes to tell Randy about the open house and how my aunt
would be “available”. He never even hesitated and I wondered when I hung up if
he was already getting hard again thinking about being with my aunt. He’d been
so horny earlier it wouldn’t have surprised me.
“This is gonna be SOOOOO cool,” Kristi murmured as she snuggled up against me.
Well, sometimes you just have to accept the inevitable so I turned to her.
Damn, we were both horny as heck now at the idea of what we had set in motion so
why not deal with it like two mature women – make that two really horny women!
After all, there ARE benefits with living with your cousin...
Chapter 6 - Randy Finally Gets What He Wants
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The open house started at 1:00 Saturday afternoon and was scheduled to end at
4:00. Kristi drove me over with her to meet her mom. It was nothing
spectacular but still upper middle class with an asking price of over $400,000.
Still, that much money didn't seem to buy as much as you would think in these
neighborhoods, recession or not. Her mom was already there when we arrived and
so Kristi parked her car next to her mother’s in a turnoff from the main
driveway.
As we walked to the house, I couldn't help but notice that Kristi was dressed
quite professionally. Granted, the girl would’ve still looked hot had she been
wearing a feed bag but that’s beside the point. She had on one of my favorite
black dresses of hers that was a little longer on one side than the other,
creating a cut look across that front that showed off more leg then what you
would have thought it did at first. The top was cut low to reveal plenty of
cleavage but not so much as to be embarrassing should anyone bring in their
kids. A tasteful silver necklace and watch with a couple of small rings
provided a nice accent. Damn, my cousin looked pretty darn good if I should say
so myself! Professional but feminine, not like some of those women who think
they have to dress like a man to work.
As for me, I was just in simple jeans and a pink blouse with some modest brown
heels. After all, it wasn't MY open house and if anything, I planned to stay
out of sight most of the time anyway.
Inside my aunt greeted us and I smiled to myself as I imagine what Randy would
be thinking later when he first got his eyes on her. First, it would be hard
for anyone who didn't know them to accept that she and Kristi were mother and
daughter, primarily because my aunt looked at least ten years younger than the
calendar claimed she was. With her 42nd birthday just a week away, I bet some
carnival guy would have guessed her age as at least five and maybe as much as
ten years younger. The tight dress and stiletto heels didn't hurt either –
especially since she had a figure to match. Small wonder she sold so many homes
– and had the reputation to go with it.
With the market where it was, the traffic through the house was light, leaving
us with plenty of time to chat amongst us and check our the house. Upstairs in
the master bedroom, I was impressed by the large king-sized bed and huge master
bath.
“So where are the owners today?” I asked my aunt as I bounced on the edge of the
bed to check it out.
“Oh they’ve already moved,” she explained, “The husband got a new job in Houston
and so now they have to sell this house. They aren‘t in any hurry as his new
company will buy it from them if they don't sell it in six months.”
Sounded like a pretty sweet deal for them – and for us as well only my aunt
didn't know about the second half of the equation, at least not yet.
My aunt left to greet a couple that had just arrived, leaving Kristi and me to
check out the bedroom a little bit more. Of special interest to me was the huge
master closet that opened to the side of the entrance to the bathroom. It has
slatted doors and for a moment I was reminded about Randy’s parents’ bedroom and
how I’d watched him fuck his sister from a closet with doors quite similar to
these. Damn, I was becoming quite the voyeur lately it seemed.
Had Randy wanted to fuck Kristi, I probably would’ve wanted to join in as well
but since this involved my aunt it created a different feeling for me. Maybe it
was because of her new relationship with my father or something else entirely.
Whatever it was, I just didn't have any drive within me to want to share Randy
with her. On the other hand, I WAS curious as hell to see what my so-called
boyfriend wanted so badly to do with my aunt and maybe even get a glimpse at
that elusive male attraction to MILFs. Who knows, maybe I might even learn
something in the process.
As you might be understanding by now, Kristi and I had planned up something
where Randy would come on over and fuck my aunt in the house while she and I
watched. I hadn't told her this but my biggest concern wasn't about what was
going to be going on in front of us, it was whether the two if us would be able
to keep quiet while we watched! Thinking back to what we’d done the other day
after Randy had fucked me, it was going to take a miracle!
The time flew by and before we knew it, it was the end of the open house but
still no Randy. I was about to get on my cell phone and call him. If I’d
thought about it I would have realized that I had no idea how I was going to
explain that I knew he wasn't here but fortunately I saw his car pull up into
the driveway before I dialed. For a moment I panicked as I realized that
Kristi’s car was out there too and would Randy notice? Fortunately, my mom’s
old age about two heads competing for blood seemed to hold true yet again as he
never even took a second look at the cars parked in the driveway. Then again,
even if he had, Randy knew Kristi worked with her mom so I guess it really
wasn't a big deal after all.
We were all in the living room when Aunt Linda saw him approach the house. She
turned to the two of us, seeing the both of us grinning like cats who had just
eaten a canary.
“Ok girls... now what’s Randy doing here?” she asked the two of us rather
accusingly. Of course we both looked as if we had no idea what she could
possibly be talking about. Then Kristi evidently decided something was needed
to get everything off to a good start.
“Now mom, you gotta listen... just trust us,” Kristi started to say quickly.
“What are you talking about girl?” her mom cut her off. Randy was now walking
up the sidewalk so there was little time for anyone to be cute.
“Aunt Linda, Randy told me that he wanted to fuck you so Kristi and I set this
up so he could come over and do it here,” I explained lightning fast.
“He wants to what?!”
“Mommmmmm!” Kristi whined, “Randy wants to FUCK you, get it? You told me
before you thought he was hot.”
Aunt Linda looked at me as the doorbell rang, her eyes practically boring
through me but at the same time there was a slight lift to the corner of her
mouth, like she wanted to grin but was fighting to hold it back.
“Don't worry, you won’t even see us!” I assured her as Kristi and I turned to
run up the stairs to the bedroom before she could answer the door.
The last look I had was of my Aunt peering up the stairs, her face a mixture of
amusement and something else I couldn't quit identify –maybe a touch of
horniness? Unlike my clueless cousin, my aunt was really a sharp cookie and I
was sure she had already put two and two together by now.
Kristi and I quickly hurried into the closet and shut the door tightly behind
us. The slats were perfect in that I could see through them over to the bed
almost like they weren’t even there. The two of us were on our knees next to
each other, trying to keep from giggling or even talking between us. Leaning as
far forward as I could, I struggled to hear what was happening downstairs but
other than some muffled sounds, I couldn't make anything out.
“Did he ask her?” Kristi whispered.
“Shhhh... with all your yakking how the heck do I know?” I hissed back.
“What if they don't come up here?”
“Your mom figured it out when she saw us come up here, she knows what to do,” I
assured her, trying to sound more positive than I felt.
There were a lot of gaping holes in our plan but none bigger than the basic
premise that they would come up to the master bedroom to have sex. What if they
just went at it in the living room or the dining room, or who knows, even the
kitchen? I knew what Randy was going to ask her and if I knew my aunt, she
wasn't going to turn him down to the sex was a given. It was WHERE they would
fuck that had me worried.
Like I said, my Aunt Linda is pretty sharp – make that REALLY sharp.
Considering what was dumped on her at the last second, I could see it in her
eyes that she knew exactly what Kristi and I were up to. Now it was up to her –
to teach us a lesson for setting her up this way behind her back, or to show her
gratitude for providing her with such a hunk to have sex with. Time would tell
I guess.
The sounds of footsteps coming up the stairwell made me sigh with relief. I
felt a little chagrined as I realized that I should’ve trusted my aunt more.
Why did I even doubt her in the first place? Sure enough, in she came, followed
close behind by my grinning boyfriend.
“So Randy, you’re SURE that Kelly is OK with this?” she asked, turning around to
face him. I could only imagine that by her saying ”this” that Randy had already
posed the big question to her – and she had at least tentatively accepted.
“Hell yeah, in fact it was her idea for me to come to this open house today,” he
responded eagerly.
“You know it was pretty bold of you to just walk in and ask a woman to have
sex,” she said demurely, licking her lips just the right amount to show her
interest.
“Well, Kelly said that this is what I should do,” he replied, shrugging his
shoulder slightly.
My aunt glanced over at the closet and for a moment I could have sworn she saw
the two of us watching but she turned away before Randy got any ideas.
“Well that’s awful sweet of her to let you do this, don't you think?”
“Oh we’re not exclusive.. I can have sex with anyone I want,” Randy said. Then
his face dropped and I think for a moment he was afraid he’d said something
wrong. “She can do other guys too you know,” he said lamely, trying to patch up
his gaff.
“So how old are you Randy?”
“Twenty three,” he said softly, so low I could barely hear them. Was he
embarrassed at his age compared to hers or was he worried he would be too old
for her?
“Do you know how old I am?”
Randy bit his lower lip before responding, saying, “Kelly said your birthday is
this weekend coming up. She said you would be 42 then.”
“That's right Randy... old enough that I could almost be your mother,” Aunt
Linda said, “Would you like to fuck your mother Randy?”
She was teasing him mercilessly. I almost burst out laughing when she said that
as I knew the answer ever before he grimaced. Randy’s mother was about as sexy
as a cold wet blanket. I think about the LAST person Randy would ever want to
fuck would be his own mother. Then again, maybe because his own mother WAS so
undesirable was part of why he was attracted to other women close to her age.
“God no,” Randy burst out before he even thought about how he should react. My
aunt smiled at his sudden outburst.
“That’s OK... so do you want me to be your mom today or what?”
It was an interesting question with the potential to put an even more
interesting twist to the plans Kristi and I had now set into motion. I hadn’t
even considered a scenario where she would role-play as his mother. Pretty
kinky.
“Na, I think just being Kelly’s aunt is hot enough,” he said in a surprisingly
firm voice. Wow, I hadn't expected anything from him like that. Maybe Randy
wasn't as immature as he liked to let on that he was.
“Have you ever had your dick sucked by an older woman Randy?” my aunt purred as
she stepped forward and started to undo his belt and jeans.
“Nnnnnn...no,” he stammered as she dropped his jeans and boxers to his ankles.
Mmmmm, there it was, my favorite dick, at least mine for the moment. My guy was
making me proud as his cock stuck out from his shirt tails, fully erect and
ready for action. It was enough to make me almost jump out and want to suck it
myself! Yesssss, the things he’d done to me with that dick...
Kristi poked me in the side and I saw her grinning at me in the dim light. I
don't know which of us was more turned on as her mother kneeled and started to
suck my boyfriend’s dick right in front of us not more than maybe six feet away.
Randy put his hands on her head and pushed it into his crotch, his knees
buckling slightly as my aunt took his dick deep into her mouth and throat like a
pro.
“Oh my god that feel so fucking good!” he exclaimed and for a brief moment I was
sure he was about to lose his first load right then and there. Fortunately he
managed to get himself under control as Aunt Linda held onto his firm ass with
both hands, bobbing on Randy’s dick like she was going for apples in a bucket of
water.
She was still fully dressed as Rand took off his shirt and tossed it on the
floor over by the door. Aunt Linda pulled his jeans down as he used his feet to
drag off his shoes and then step out of his jeans and socks. My pussy was
really starting to tingle now as he stood there naked while she worked on his
dick. Randy LOVED to have his dick sucked but then, what guy didn’t?
As she crouched down in front of him, my aunt’s dress pulled up and she grabbed
it in back and lifted it up off her ass. Damn, she wasn't wearing any panties!
Now when had she lost those? For that matter, had she done the entire open
house without them? It wasn't like her dress was all that short but still, it
was pretty erotic so far as I was concerned. Had she slipped them off between
when Kristi and I had come upstairs and Randy ringing the doorbell? If so,
where had she stashed them? I was going with the “she left them at home” option
myself.
“Damn....” Kristi murmured under her breath as she watched her mom take Randy’s
dick all the in until her tongue was licking his balls. Sucking dick was
obviously in the family DNA! I nudged her to keep quiet but I had to admit to
myself that her mom was doing quite a number on my boyfriend’s cock.
Neither of them seemed to be in any hurry. I don't know if it was my aunt’s
skills or Randy’s determination that kept hum from shooting off in her mouth but
somehow he didn't as she sucked and licked his wondrous cock. Actually, it was
the first time I’d seen his dick sucked by another woman except for that one
time I watched his and his sister doing it. Personally, he seemed to be
enjoying it just a little TOO much for my tastes!
Aunt Linda was completely in control, that much was obvious. Whenever Randy
would try to move or position her differently than she wanted to be, he either
pushed him back or took her mouth off his dick just long enough to tell him to
be still. Finally she seemed to have enough of his dick, at least for the
moment, and must have decided it was her turn as she stood up and lifted her
dress up and over her head, laying to over the back of a chair.
I think Randy must have thought he’d died and gone to heaven as he stared at her
naked form, standing there in front of him with nothing but a pair of heels on
which she then kicked to the side. Like he had said, she had the figure of a
woman ten years younger. With her boob job she didn't need to wear a bra and it
was never more obvious than now as her boobs stood up proudly on their own
without any support, her nipples pointing out nice and hard. OK, so her thighs
weren’t as taunt as a teenager and maybe she had a little bulge her and there
but a first glance she looked incredible.
“So what do you think Randy?” she teased him, putting her hands on her hips and
her weight on one leg to push her hip out to one side. Then she put her arms
out and twirled around like a ballerina, showing off an ass a women half her age
would be proud of.
“Wow, you are beautiful,” he managed to blurt out like some star-struck
schoolboy. His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head and his
hand went to his dick automatically, tugging at it as he continued to stand
there and stare at my aunt who was obviously relishing every moment.
Sitting on the chair, she leaned back with her ass barely on the edge, spreading
her legs apart to reveal her hairy pussy. It was trimmed a bit so it wasn't
totally wild but what was left was pretty long, certainly a lot more pubic hair
than he was accustomed to.
“Just don't stand there and stare at me, get over here and show me how good you
lick pussy,” she commanded him, motioning him to come over with her hands.
Randy kneeled between her knees and put his hands on each thigh as he
tentatively leaned forward. Aunt Linda helped him a bit by using her fingers of
each hand to spread the hair away from her pussy, parting her pussy lips enough
to show off her wet pussy and clit. It wasn't like Randy had never licked a
woman’s pussy before – I knew THAT for a certainty, but still he hesitated like
it was his first time all over again.
“What’s the matter boy, never pushed your face into a bushy cunt before?” she
taunted him mercilessly. “This is a WOMAN’S cunt, with hair like it’s meant to
have.”
Randy leaned forward and went to work. As I saw her pubic hair brush against
his cheeks I couldn’t help but think of when my own face had been in exactly
that same place and how it tickled me to feel it caress me like a stiff hair
brush. My mother ha trimmed her pussy almost exactly the same way and I had to
say, I sort of enjoyed the feeling of it against me. It wasn't so great when it
got into your teeth but otherwise I sort of liked it myself. Still, most guys
today seem to go for the shaved look and with the outfits I liked to wear, pubic
hair was just a pain to deal with which is why I keep my pussy shaved.
As I said, Randy knew his way around a pussy and I saw my aunt was quickly
realizing it herself as she gasped and moaned while he worked on her. Her hands
were both on his head, pushing him into her crotch firmly as she gasped and
talked to him, imploring him to lick her faster and faster. When he pushed his
fingers into her it was all she needed and she cried out as her orgasm struck
her. Kristi jabbed me with her elbow and in the dim light I could see her
grinning as we watched her mom in the throes of what seemed to be a string of
orgasms as Randy continued on, relentlessly licking her as he fingered her
pussy.
You can’t watch another woman having an orgasm and not want to feel it for
yourself, be it for real, in a movie, or whatever. Both Kristi and I were
working our own pussies as we watched her mom enjoying Randy’s ministrations.
His tongue had to be getting tired but he was a trooper and never even appeared
to try and slow down or relax until finally Aunt Linda pushed his head back and
leaned forward, gasping for air.
“Fuck! Now I know why my niece hangs on to you!” she said, uttering each word
between a pant. “Where the hell did you learn to lick pussy like that?”
Randy just grinned, wiping his face with the back of his hand. Mmmmm, I would
have loved to be able to kiss him now and taste my aunt’s pussy on his lips and
tongue.
“Well, let’s see if you’re as good with your dick as you are with your tongue,”
Aunt Linda said as she stood up and directed him towards the bed. She pushed
him onto his back and he scooted back until his head was on the pillows as he
laid down the center of the bed. Aunt Linda took a quick suck on his dick and
mounted him without saying another word, practically jumping on his cock as she
faced him and planted herself firmly on his cock.
“Oh yeah, now THAT’S where your cock belongs,” she moaned as she ground her hips
into his crotch, rubbing her thick thatch of pubic hairs against his. At the
angle we were watching, when she would lean forward I could see my boyfriend’s
dick moving in and out of her pussy from behind, disappearing from sight when
her ass pushed down on his crotch. It was pretty obvious that my aunt was
enjoying this – a LOT.
Chapter 7 – Randy Gets More Than He Asked For
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“Fuck it, I can’t take this anymore,” Kristi murmured to me in a soft voice.
Of course I knew what she was referring to when she said that. Actually, I was
a bit surprised that she’d held out for as long as she had. Backing up so I
wouldn't be seen, Kristi opened the doors just enough to let herself out,
closing them back behind her again to leave me alone inside the closet.
“Mind if I join in?” she called out to the surprised couple. Well, at least one
of them was genuinely surprised while the other did a pretty good job of faking
it. Of course her mom knew she’d been watching so while she had an expression
of disbelief, she didn't even flinch. Randy, on the other hand, looked like
he’d seen a ghost or something. I couldn’t really blame the poor guy.
Regardless of their fantasies, how many guys his age would NOT react in this way
if they were fucking a forty-something woman and her twenty-two year-old
daughter walked into the room, especially when the first thing she says is to
offer to join in? When you come right down to it, how many guys at ANY age
wouldn't be stunned?
“Hey, I didn't say for you to stop fucking my mom,” Kristi teased poor Randy.
Kristi quickly stripped while her mom resumed rocking on Randy’s dick, showing
no signs of willingness to share it with her daughter. Can’t say I blamed her.
In fact, I was wishing dearly that I was next to Kristi now, undressing myself
and getting ready for him to fuck me too. I’m sure randy wouldn’t have minded
if I had, at least he better not mind, but a three-some wasn’t on the menu today
so far as I was concerned.
“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Kristi said softly to Randy as she got up on the
bed and laid on her back next to him with her knees up and her feet flat on the
bed. She started to rub herself as Randy looked like he was watching a tennis
match, switching his eyes back and forth between looking at his crotch where he
was fucking Aunt Linda, ands then over to Kristi as she masturbated for them
both to watch.
“I take it that means you’ve been fucking my daughter behind my back, eh Randy?”
Randy looked up at my aunt but then he saw her grinning and it took the edge off
her apparent accusation. He just grinned like a fool, probably thinking he was
having a dream and any minute now he would be waking up with his dick in his
hand, covered with cum as a result of the ultimate wet dream.
“Kelly said you wanted to fuck me and my mom together Randy.... is that true?”
Kristi asked, turning on her side now to face them but keeping her hand firmly
planted between her legs.
“Ummmm....” was all Randy managed to get out so my aunt pushed him a little more
saying, “Why Randy, you naughty little boy!”
From the look on her face and the way she was rocking now on his dick, it was
evident she liked it that Randy was naughty! Then again, it wasn't like she and
Kristi didn’t have quite a history as it was. Kristi had been sharing a bed
with her mom since she was just a baby after he father left and from what I’d
been told, they’d been a lot closer than most mothers and daughters as she grew
up. Somehow I never caught on until after I started with my own mother but I was
already sixteen by then and Kristi was fourteen. They were still sleeping
together up until my aunt decided to move in with my dad after my parents
divorced and I knew now and then they enjoyed a little “mother-daughter” quality
time together.
Aunt Linda reached over and pushed Kristi’s hand away so she could feel her
daughter’s pussy. After rubbing her a little she pushed her forefinger up
inside of her and then looked at Randy with a sly smile on her face.
“Mmmmm, she’s really wet. I think somebody’s ready to get laid Randy. So are
you ready to fuck my innocent young daughter?”
Somehow I managed not to cry out as I bit my tongue hard to keep from laughing
out loud. If there was one thing Kristi was NOT, it was innocent. Any shred of
innocence she had was given up years ago. Still, looking at her on the street
you would never think so. Perhaps that why she is so popular with guys and why
her career as a prostitute was so rewarding – she LOOKED so sweet and innocent
it was almost impossible to belief the sexual predator that lurked under that
seemingly naive veneer. Oh yeah, innocent indeed!
Kristi wasn't waiting for a response as she got up on her knees and impatiently
waited for her mom to rather reluctantly dismount from Randy. I could see the
torn emotions on her face as she gave up his dick in return for getting to watch
him fuck her daughter. It wasn't like it was something she hadn't seen before,
but I still got the impression that it excited her to watch Kristi getting it
from a guy, even after all the times before. I suppose it was something like my
mom watching my dad fuck me, something she always seemed to enjoy even if she
wasn't into participating the way Aunt Linda was when it came to her daughter.
“Oh yeah!” Kristi moaned as his dick slipped into her soaking wet pussy. She
glanced my way with a look of triumph, knowing I was watching and wanted to be
in her position – literally.
This time it was Aunt Linda’s turn to masturbate as she laid off to the side and
watched as her daughter rode my boyfriend’s dick. Whether it was the buildup
from having been fucked by Randy, watching Kristi as she took his cock now, or a
combination of everything, but whatever it was she didn't take long to make
herself cum, her orgasm making her stiffen beside them as she closed her eyes
and moaned loudly. I couldn't really see her all that well as she was on the
opposite side from me and so Kristi was blocking the view but from the sounds of
it, she must have been cumming pretty hard.
Unbeknown to Randy, Aunt Linda wasn't the only girl in the room masturbating and
soon she wasn't the only one in the room cumming as I was rubbing my own clit
madly until that familiar feeling started to build inside of me. God I wanted
to be fucked SOOOOOO badly right now. I imagined Randy’s dick was in me now as
I started to cum, struggling to keep from crying out with the pleasure that was
exploding inside of me. I wanted to close my eyes to concentrate more on my
pussy but I couldn't take them off the view in front of me as I watched my
boyfriend realizing one of his biggest fantasies – to fuck a mother and a
daughter at the same time.
What is it with men anyway about mother-daughter pairing? I get the fact that
men love to watch two girls doing it and I guess I cant blame them for wanting
more than one girl for themselves at the same time, but there is something about
the girls being related that really seems to set guys off. Sisters seems to be
another fantasy I hear about a lot with twins being the “ultimate” fantasy in
that category. Even so, from what I’ve gathered I think most men would take a
mother-daughter fuck over just about anything else.
What gets them off the most – fucking the daughter while the mom watches or the
mom while the daughter watches? I can’t tell you how many guys on-line have
asked me if I would fuck them with my mom joining in. I have to say that while
the idea of fucking my mom seemed to turn them on, I usually get the impression
that they want to fuck me in front of my mom even more. Actually the same
concept even applies to my dad – not that they want to fuck me dad (although I
have had a couple of guys with that fantasy!), but they want my dad to watch as
they fuck me in front of him. I guess it’s something in the male psych that
gets them off to have sex with the daughter of a parent while the parent watches
– be it the mom or the father, or both.
Randy obviously was one of the typical guys in that he seemed to be loving
fucking Kristi while her mom watched. Soon they had switched to where he was
spooning her from behind while her mom laid in front of them watching. It
wasn't the greatest so far as I was concerned as most of what I saw what Randy’s
butt as he pumped Kristi, but I could see Kristi’s mom caressing her daughter
and even kissing her and sucking on her boobs while she was being fucked.
As I watched I found myself wondering how it was going to end. Who would he
fuck and in what position? Where would he cum? Would he cum in one of their
pussies – and if so, whose? In the mouth? Again, if so, whose or would he
maybe do them both at the same time? So many possibilities yet it would
eventually have to be one or the other as there was only one dick involved.
My own orgasm had faded mostly by now but my pussy was still craving his dick
something fierce. Hmmm, maybe there was another alternative where he could fuck
me last and cum in me? After all, he was MY boyfriend so shouldn't I be
entitled to his cum?
The temptation was almost more than I could bear as I watched Randy pull out
from Kristi and start fucking her mom missionary style this time. From the way
he was pumping away at her I knew he was getting close to the point of no
return. Was he going to cum in her? I guess it would be appropriate in this
case given she was the one he wanted to fuck to start with. Kristi was an added
bonus but the reason he was here right now wasn't her, it was her mom. Maybe he
was also thinking he’d never cum in a woman her age – or a mother for that
matter. Was that something he was hoping to add to his “resume”? When would he
ever get the chance to do something like this again, at least at his age now?
Sure enough, that’s what happened. Randy groaned and he pressed his crotch hard
into my aunt as I saw his butt clench as he dumped his hot load of cum inside of
her. She was saying something to him but it was too soft to be heard over his
groans and Kristi’s squeals of delight as she urged him to cum in her mother’s
pussy.
Randy appeared to be exhausted as he flopped over onto his back after he’d given
up his load. Kristi quickly jumped over to suck his cock, licking off whatever
remained of his cum and her mother’s pussy juices. He jerked as her tongue ran
over his hyper-sensitive cock and then pushed her away, telling her he couldn't
take any more. Kristi didn't hesitate as she moved from Randy to her mom,
burying her face in my aunt’s pussy as she licked her and gulped down the cum
that leaked from her freshly-fucked pussy.
Randy was finished, at least for the moment, but Kristi and her mom were just
getting started. After she had cleaned off her mom, it was my aunt’s turn to
get her daughter off, reversing positions and hungrily licking Kristi as Randy
seemed to be too dazed to even pay much attention.
It was a little bittersweet for me to watch as Kristi enjoyed her mother’s
attention as I was reminded of how much I missed my mother doing that very same
thing to me. I’ve been licked by quite a few people but nobody can make me feel
the way my mom does when she is licking me. I suppose it’s similar to how my
dad makes me feel when he fucks me as compared to anybody else. It’s not that
it’s so much better from a purely physical perspective (although my mom was
incredibly talented in that area), it was the emotions that it creates in me
that make the difference. There’s just something special about having sex with
your own mother or father that cant be duplicated with anyone else. Maybe
someday I'll experience something similar to that when I am married and my
husband makes love to me, but even that will be unique and not to be compared to
incest with my parents.
Randy have been missing it but I got to watch it all as Kristi and her mom
celebrated their time together. I suppose having both just been fucked by the
same guy lent an extra element of eroticism to the moment as well. It was too
bad that Kristi didn't have Randy’s cum in her as well so they could both lick
it out of the other but they seemed to be happy with things the way they were.
After they’d finally had enough, at least for now, Aunt Linda poked Randy and
told him he needed to leave. A shower would have probably felt great for all of
them but it was gong to have to wait until they got home instead of messing up
the one in this house. I wondered how the bed covers looked as it was!
Once Randy was dressed, he started to say something about whether he could do
them again like this but my aunt shushed him and told him to be happy with what
he had and not be so greedy. She reminded him that he had a girlfriend and that
he should go now and call her and fuck her good. Well, hopefully he wouldn't
call me now as I couldn't remember if I’d put my phone on vibrate. It would
have been a bit funny I guess if he called me and my phone started to ruing in
the closet! It was a sweet gesture on the part of my aunt but then Randy
ruined it all.
“Seriously, I’d rather fuck you two any day.”
With that my aunt shooed him off, leaving me fuming in the closet. So that was
what he thought of me? Second place to my aunt and cousin – or did that make it
third place? Well, he had better hope he can convince them to do it again
because it was going to be a long time before he got to fuck me again, that was
for sure – if ever. Stupid asshole.
Reluctantly he left but with a little extra spring in his step. Well just wait
until he tries calling me and we’ll see how much of that spring is left. Once I
heard the door shut downstairs, I came out of the closet, looking a bit
frustrated undoubtedly.
“Don't be upset Kelly, what would you expect him to say to us after all that?”
my aunt tried to console me, “He didn’t know you were listening.”
That was precisely the point – he didn't know. What that told me was he was
probably being a lot more truthful than if he had known I was listening in on
his every word.
“You know, we don't have to hurry off or anything,” my aunt said in a sultry
voice. Whether she was just trying to make me feel better or just still horny I
wasn't sure, but then did it really matter?
I took the hint and quickly was laying between them, the three of us naked and
horny. It had been along time since I had been with them both together like
this. Since I was the only one that hadn't been fucked in the last hour, they
were kind enough to make me the center of attention for the next couple of
hours. At least I wasn't thinking about Randy anymore!
THE END
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