Aunt Marisol

In May 2019, Marisol McKenna was tazed by Deputy Luna Flores while trying to protect a man from unlawful arrest. The next day, in a blur she could barely recall, she witnessed the **** of that man at the hands of her father. The man who took her virginity and blessed her with a daughter.

There was an international uproar. Joe McKenna had left no note, no discernible reason for killing the EDP who just happened to have knocked up his two daughters. The McKennas were driven from town. Leigh changed her name, and Marisol quickly did the same, adopting her mother's maiden name of Atkins. They moved to rural Iowa and attempted to lay low.

That tazing had done something to Marisol's psyche, and she felt uneasy at the whole John Doe affair. Why had she so easily fucked that man? Why was the whole town willing to look the other way as he made egregious sexual violations? She had expressed these thoughts to her mother, and spent years in therapy trying to figure it out.

She never slept with another person in the decades since. Her daughter, Marlene, horrified her, and was quickly sent to live in the commune with Leigh and Rebecca.

Marisol found work for the State of Iowa as a government accountant, and was damned good at her job. Yet, this morning, when contacted by her sister Leigh for the first time in years, she felt compelled to take a plane to Oak Valley and fuck her EDP nephew.

Why? she thought, as she rung the doorbell. None of this makes sense.

I opened the door and witnessed as my lovely Aunt Marisol fidgeted in place. She looked at me and my naked condition coldly. "Johnny," she said. "Did you need to fuck me?" Her voice was monotonous with a hint of annoyance, but I didn't care.

I embraced her and led her out onto the porch. "Lay down," I barked orders as I began pulling down her pants. She helped while staring daggers at me. "Take off that fucking shirt." She attempted to do so as I placed my penis into her dry opening and tried to push in. "What the fuck? Get yourself wet."

I stood back and watched as my naked aunt layed on the floor of the porch, for all to see, and began masturbating. "I'm having trouble."

"Ma..." before I could finish, my mother Leigh left from the crowd forming to place herself between her sister's thighs, using all her expertise to pleasure her sister's clit. The Amish had dispersed, but a few stragglers arrived on the scene to witness the action and see if they could be of any use.

My mom arose, and informed me that she's as wet as could be. I slipped into Marisol's surprisingly tight folds, and began fucking in earnest. I massaged her unusually large breasts, and used a railing for leverage to push in and out. I came inside, outside on this porch.

She had odd fear in her eyes. "Okay, I'm knocked up again. Can I go now?" Everyone looked perplexed at her attitude.

"No, you will stay with me. You can have my old room." I pulled her up and slapped her on the ass as she entered the home, preventing her from putting on clothing.

I waved to the crowd. "You too, Patience. You're with me tonight." Patience, at least, seemed ecstatic, and skipped jauntily onto the porch, where I embraced the quiet girl and stuck a finger in her cunt. This was the good life.