My prudish aunt was coming to stay

I pulled my mother off my cock, and laid her on the couch, the effort barely even registering on my muscles. When she had finally regained her strength, she reached out to my still rock-hard erection wanking the flesh tube up and down, almost mesmerized by it. It felt nice, but my curiosity got the better of me, so I cleared my throat. "So what was that all about?"

"Oh"My mother looked me in the eyes and blushed, but kept stroking my pole. "Jeffrey left your aunt Holly, so she's coming to stay with us for a while to get over it. The girls are coming with her. They'll be staying in your sisters room, and your aunt will be in your room, so you'll need to take the couch"

The news hit me so hard, my cock actually went limp in my mothers hands. My aunt was my mothers twin sister, and almost her exact opposite in every way. While my mother was a fun loving woman who was open and experimental, I knew my aunt was a strict religious woman. My mother told me that despite being just as hot, she never dated anyone all through high school and college. The first guy she had dated, she married - a dumpy accountant. They'd had triplets the same age as my sister, but evidently he wasn’t up to repeating the task as they didn’t have any other kids.

I knew that if she was living with us, she would be unlikely to let our family continue our intense sexual love. Worse, while her and my mothers personalities were different, I had seen from photos that my aunt had a body like a living wet dream, her impressive rack and juicy ass still evident even under heavy clothing, and her pouty full lips and gorgeous eyes still evident without makeup. And her three daughters had developed into living pinup fantasies, with matching pairs of enormous tits and spectacular asses. Meaning I would be living in a house with six absolutely stunning examples of womanhood, all begging to be fucked by the biggest, hardest cock in the world, and to feel the most orgasmic pleasure any woman had ever known, without being able to touch any of them. I pleaded with my Mom to see if we could just get her a hotel.

"I'm sorry, Timmy, but she is still my sister, and she needs us. We'll just have to make do."

A week later, we arrived at the airport to pick her and her daughters up. After a half hour of waiting, we saw them coming out of customs