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“Auntie Belle would like to see you.” Mum said as I settled down for my morning Weetabix.
“Oh, well I am doing nothing today, I suppose I could pop over for lunch.”
“She would like that, I will let her know, sometime just after eleven?”
“Fine.”
At least mum had bought proper Weetabix this time, not the cheap supermarket copies, they just turned to mush, not worth the cost saving in my opinion. Belle is mum’s sister, her twin actually. They are pretty much identical, and I think most people would not be able to tell them apart. Mum tends to wear dresses, Belle prefers skirts, and that is about it, they both hate trousers and I don’t think either of them possess any jeans.
I always kind of wondered if they played games on dad when he called to take them out when they were courting, the one could easily have pretended to be the other and dad, not the brightest penny, would probably never have known. Did they laugh about it in their bedroom when Belle had gone out with dad pretending to be Ariadne, my mum. Ariadne and Arabella, my goodness, how did nan and Gramp come up with those names. Mum became Rene and Aunt became Belle. Nan and Gramp now sadly gone, but I had fun staying with them when I was younger, and boy they spoiled me rotten.
Mum said that she was going out this morning, and would I be alright getting a bus to Aunties. Yup, no problem, student travel card, it is easy. One bus into town, another out to Aunties, mum said she would pick me up at about four from Aunties. I showered and sprayed and then clean white polo shirt and some tighty whities and cargo shorts, sliders and I was done. Just managed to catch the bus to town, and then a short walk to the bus stop for Aunties, not a long journey, I just sat in one of the sideways seats by the luggage rack. A girl got on and sat opposite, her skirt had rucked up and she was wearing red knickers, I looked, but all I could do was fantasise until it was time to get off the bus. The girl scowled at me as I walked by, perhaps she had seen me perving at her knickers.
I knocked on Aunties door as I opened it. “Only me Auntie,” I shouted as I slipped my sliders off.
“In the kitchen sweetie,” she called.
I walked through to the kitchen and she turned from the sink and we hugged, I loved how her boobs squashed against me, my dick began to show signs of interest. I tried to tell it to hush and calm down, I am pretty sure she would have felt that stir as we pressed against each other.
“Now then, cold coke in the fridge, you grab that and we can go and sit in the conservatory and catch up.”
“Okay Auntie,” and I took the silver canned diet coke from the fridge and wandered through to the conservatory sitting in the single chair. Auntie soon came in and sat in the sofa chair opposite, and oh my God, it was a bus moment, I could see her knickers as she sat. Red, like the girl on the bus, oh Jesus, my dick was going crazy, should I say something? She was my auntie after all, and you’re not supposed to perv after your relatives, are you?
I looked up. Auntie was wearing a blouse that I could sort of see through, no bra, oh my God there was nowhere I could look. I just tried to think of fruit jelly and cold cream, the textures, anything but focus on her boobs and her hard pointing nipples.
“So, how are things at home, dad treating you good?”
“Yeah, he’s okay actually.”
“Good, and my sister, is she being good?”
“Heck yeah, she’s cool, you know?”
“Yes but is she treating you real good?”
What was she going on about?
“Not sure what you mean Auntie.”
“Does she, you know, tuck you in at night?”
“Crikey Auntie I am a bit old to be tucked in at night, no she doesn’t”
“Well now, if you stayed here I would for sure tuck you in at night.”
“Er, okay.” What was she on about, was she hinting at something? I had no idea.
“Would you like that James, would you like your Auntie to tuck you in, or zara escort would you prefer your mum’s hands?”
I was pretty sure I was squirming in my chair. I took a sip of coke.
“Er well, mum I suppose, I don’t know, or you, but I don’t live here, so mum I guess.”
“And how would you like her to tuck you in James, where would her hands be?”
By now I was sure that she was teasing me, just having a bit of fun at my expense.
“Your teasing me Auntie, funny ha ha.”
She laughed loudly and rocked back giving me an even more expansive view of her kickers covered crotch. Red. I knew mum usually wore white, I had managed to catch a glimpse of them often enough, and sometimes without panties, but those glimpses were brief and infrequent. But she sounded like mum, it was surreal.
“Do you ever think of your mum like that James, you know?”
“Like what Auntie, she is my mum, how am I supposed to think about her?”
“She may be your mum James, but she is also a woman, and you’re in your prime, in your peak, you must surely have sexual thoughts. Have you seen her naked?”
“Auntie!”
“Come on James, it is just us, you can tell me, have you, seen her naked?”
“Bloody hell Auntie.” I didn’t want to talk about this, it was personal, I mean really personal, I had imagined shagging mum so many times, but I didn’t want to admit it, I mean, it was just a fantasy.
“Well, have you?”
“Well, yes, I suppose.”
“When?”
“Well she doesn’t always shut her bedroom door, and I can see her reflected in her mirrors.”
“And?”
“And what Auntie?”
“And how did it make you feel? Did you get a stiffy? Did you want to go and touch her, taste her?”
“Shit, yes, okay. Bloody hell Auntie.”
“Okay. We are twins you know.”
“Yes.”
“So, I look like her, she looks like me. Seeing her naked is like seeing me naked isn’t it.”
Oh God my dick had already made that connection. I was as hard as I ever was. I had already imagined Auntie naked, she was just the same as mum.
“Well isn’t it?”
“Yes.”
“So if you wanted to touch your mum when she was naked, I guess that means that you would want to touch me?”
“Er, well, I guess.”
Then she blew my mind. I mean I was not expecting this, I just thought I was being teased. She stood up and undid the buttons on her blouse, slowly, one at a time, flattening the buttonhole after each button had been removed. She then peeled it back over her arms and dropped it on the sofa. She was topless, in her conservatory, looking me in the eyes. Her boobs were just identical to mums, I mean the nipples, they looked the same, and I had memorised the look of mum’s boobs, they were the subject of many of my fantasies. The way they lay on her chest, drooping a little, a little crease underneath, a darkness of shadow, but round, oh so inviting.
“Well, what do you think?”
“I think they are fabulous,” and I meant it, they were, like mums only in close up, tangible, not a fantasy derived from stolen glances in Mirrors.
She put her hands to her side and I realised that she was undoing her skirt. The button, and then I heard the sound of a zip. She took her hands away and her skirt fell and I almost creamed on the spot. Her knickers were really tiny, they only just covered her fanny.
“And now James, what do you think now?”
“Jesus Auntie, you look fab, I mean it.”
“Do you think your mum looks like this?”
“Yes, yes I do, exactly like that.”
“And how do you know?”
“I have seen her in her knickers in her bedroom.”
“And how does this make you feel?”
“Hot, my breath seems to catch in my throat.”
“Hard?”
I looked down and said quietly, “yes Auntie.”
“And how would you feel if this were your mum here rather than me?”
“The same.”
“And what would you want to do?”
“Shag her.” Why did I say that, why can’t I just sit in silence and embarrassment.
She looked me in the eyes and smiled and put her thumbs in the waist of zeytinburnu escort her knickers and pushed them down as far as her knees, using her left foot to push them all the way down. She stepped out of them and took a step closer to me and stood with her legs apart. Her fanny gash opened, the insides of her fanny visible, showing me them for the first time, not a hair in sight. My dick was so hard I didn’t think it would go down again ever.
“Now what, now what do you think James?”
“Oh my God.” I could think of nothing else to say.
“Your turn now.”
What? Oh shit, really, but she would see my hard on, oh my God.
“My turn?”
“Yes James, Your turn, take your clothes off.”
I pulled my polo shirt over my head and stood topless in front of my Aunt. She smiled and pointed at my shorts. I gulped, I mean, I haven’t done this before, and I undid the button and zip and let them fall. I was standing in my tighty whities, my hard dick making them bulge away from me, a gap at my waist band. Looking down I could see my hard dick hiding.
“And your underpants James, come on.”
I put my thumbs in my waist and pushed them down, stepping out of my underpants and my shorts. I was naked, my dick aiming at the ceiling me wishing there was a hole to step into.
“Good looking dick James. Has your mum ever seen it?”
“I don’t think so.”
“Well, she would be mighty impressed. Pull your foreskin back.”
Oh dear God this was getting worse. I gripped my dick and pulled my foreskin back until it caught behind my dick head, my end a hot red with tinges of purple.
“Good. Now what do you think we should do next?”
I had a moment of madness and almost blurted out, but managed to control myself and just said, “go up to your bedroom and shag.”
“Well, if that is what you want, then that is what we shall do.” She just walked away from the clothes and headed into the house. I followed her and the sight between her legs as she walked up the stirs in front of me was almost too much. Her bottom cheeks slid across each other and her fanny shone out from between her thighs. In her room she pulled her quilt back and left it bunched at the bottom of the bed.
She lay on the bed and looking at me as I stood uncertainly at its side she asked, “Do you know what cunnilingus is James?”
Well of course I did, I had just never done it. “Yes Auntie.”
“Well, lets start there, eat me out, see if you can make me scream.”
Oh shit, no pressure then. I wasn’t sure whether to go from the side, from the top and dangle my dick over her face, or go from the bottom. I knelt on the bed and decided from the bottom. I got between her legs and bent down, my face at her fanny, the closest I had ever been to a fanny. I had watched porn, I knew what to do, I just hadn’t done it.
There was a sweet, feminine smell as I bent forward. I used my hands to ease her fanny lips apart and widen her gash and then I licked from top to bottom. I was determined to get this right. Her sex was hot, especially at the bottom where her lips were apart. I could see the wrinkle that would be her fanny, and at the top the bump of her clit. I licked upwards, running past another small dimple that I took to be her pee hole, and as I got to her clitoris, I licked it gently. Porn had been my tutor, this was my practice.
As I licked I released her fanny side with my fingers and slid them down to her wrinkle and eased two fingers inside, yes, I was in the right place, and I eased them inside all the way, four inches of fingers inside my aunt. I wiggled them and then began a sort of shag motion, sliding the fingers out and then back in, my thumb pressing hard into the valley of her sex as I pushed.
I could hear her gasping as I licked. I remembered from one of the porn films that the woman likes it soft on her clitoris, so I was being as gentle as I could, a dab here, a lick there, and an occasional suck, as my fingers worked in and out of her fanny. Her fanny seemed ereğli escort to tighten around my fingers and her body went tense, she pushed up to my mouth and her fanny clamped my fingers hard and she screamed, such a loud scream, and she bucked about my face and she seemed to squirt on me, my face went all wet. I eased off and pulled back and as I did she called out again, “oh my God son.”
‘Son?’ What the fuck?
“Fuck me James, fuck me now, I need your dick inside me.” Did she not realise what she had said. I was confused, is this my mum or my aunt. My dick didn’t care. I moved up and covered her, holding my dick in my hand I wiped it up and down her gash and then pressed at her fanny opening and I pushed in.
There is no feeling I have ever had that matches this experience, the heat of her fanny as it enveloped my dick, the tightness all the way around, and the unbelievable pleasure as my dick was taken wholly inside her. I relaxed a little and adjusted my position and started to pull out a little. Oh my fucking God, the sensation was indescribable, and pushed back in, and then out, faster I was going, in as hard as I could, a fantastic pressure against the end of my dick as I was fully in, a desire to return as I was almost out, her gasps as I pressed in, the slap as our bodies clashed.
“Come on James, faster,” she gasped, “Fuck your mother, come on, fuck me.”
Oh my absolute God. My mum, but I still thought it might be Auntie playing games, my mind was all over the place. I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could, my first fanny dip was my mother? Harder I went, faster, determined to fill her full of my spunk, not to waste it jerking off to her images, but to fill her till it dripped out of her, oozing down into the crack of her arse. Perhaps I may fuck her there too, I was feeling bolder.
“Oh God, yes, James, yes,” mum was gasping, her eyes staring at mine, her mouth staying open, small gasps of air as I fucked her, harder and deeper, my balls beginning to tighten, I could feel that twinge deep inside me and I knew my moment was here.
“Aargh,” I screamed as my dick erupted filling her with spurt after spurt of my cream,.
“Aaghhhh,” Mum screamed again and she bucked underneath me, her fanny squeezing every last drop from my dick, her fingers digging painfully into my back as her climax took hold. She shivered and relaxed back onto the bed, I rolled to one side, my dick leaving a smear across her thigh. I lay on my back and took long deep breaths.
I was panting, the strength seemingly gone from my body. Mum moved and she bent over me and sucked my dick into her mouth, oh fuck. She worked along my soft dick, licking off all my juices, hers too and as she worked my dick, it began to go hard again. The sensations were like when I was inside her only better, deeper, more sensual. I started to buck my hips as if I were fucking her mouth, she murmured approval.
The harder I became, the faster she worked, her hand holding my foreskin down she sucked and licked my dickhead, the explosions of concentrated pleasure as she moved just took my breath away. Her other hand pushed underneath me and she pressed a finger into my bottom. I almost died, I had never felt anything like it.
Mum worked her finger and her tongue, I couldn’t breathe, my head was tipped back and my mouth wide open. And then I erupted, I had no advance warning, but I spurted down her throat like I have never spurted before and finally my voice came back as I screamed.
I slumped back, my mum pulled away and I could see my spunk in her mouth. She closed her mouth and swallowed and then licked her lips. I was in overload, I had no idea what to think. She leant down and kissed me, her tongue pressing into my mouth, her hands pressing against my chest.
“This was the only way James. I had to have you.”
“You could have just, I dunno, said something mum,” I was still a little confused.
“Would you have preferred it if I were your Auntie?”
“No. But what does this mean, about us I mean.”
“It means that we can shag whenever your dad isn’t around. Oh and there is another surprise for you.”
“Oh?”
“Look around.”
I turned around and Auntie Belle was stood in the doorway in just bra and knickers, red knickers.
“Hello James, would you like to stay with me tonight? Your mum can pick you up in the morning.”
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