New Year's Eve

Wiping tears from your eyes you walk with heavy steps up the walk to your house. It was a very cold December night but you didn't even notice.

"Stupid...bitch." You mutter with no conviction, more from self loathing than real anger at Allison.

A New Year's Eve party, what a heartless time to dump your boyfriend. And to do so only after dancing and grinding erotically with the star running back of the college football team in front of everybody...what a cruel thing to do. Yet deep down you always knew this had been coming. She had never been happy with you, never satisfied with you in any way. She needed a real man, deserved one like any sensible woman did. You were such a loser, such a weak beta male, such a...what did Fiona call you...oh yes, shrimp dick bitch boy. Who could ever want a pathetic nobody like you? You could ever love a ugly, stupid, pencil dick pussy like you?

You were actually happy Allison would get to enjoy the New Year without you there to ruin it for her. Good for her.

You sniffle in a sob, trying desperately to hold it together until you could lock yourself away in your room, though your tears flowed freely down your cheeks. You were glad to be alone tonight. El and Zoey were out with their new friends Felix and Casey, Fiona was doing whatever Fiona did, Chloe was with her Daddy, and your mother and aunt were spending a quiet night together over at Peg's. With your family busy with their own plans you could wallow in your despair without bothering anyone. This was for the best. All you wanted now is to get into your room and lock yourself away from this shitty world.

You fumble with your keys before unlocking the door. Darting inside the darkened house close the door behind you and let out a forlorn weeping moan.

To your surprise you hear sudden frantic rustling in the living room. Smooth R&B music played on low. A lamp is turned on. Shit, someone was home!

"Jesse?" You hear your mother's concerned voice.

Kicking off your shoes you make a break for the stairs before she could see her only son crying like a bitch. You try to mumble some excuse but it just comes out as blubbering. As you reach the foot of the stairs you can now see into the living room. Your mother and Aunt Peg were on the sofa, empty campaign flutes on the coffee table in front of them, and quickly trying to straighten up and cover themselves due to your unexpected appearance. They had obviously been in the middle of a hot and heavy make out session.

Great...you had just ruined their evening. God, was there anything you couldn't screw up?

Holding her blouse over her huge bare breasts your mom stands up, through her panties you could see the massive log of her hard cock in perfect detail. "Jesse, wait. What's wrong?" She says.

Aunt Peg, who didn't have stitch of clothes on, grabs a throw blanket and covers her own fit body. "It's only 11:40. Did something happen?"

You shake your head angrily, angry at yourself. "It's nothing. I'm...I'm sorry. I didn't mean to...ruin..." Your sobs cover the rest of what you were going to say.

With her baby boy's heart breaking in front of her all thoughts of proper modesty go out the window. Mom drops her blouse where she stands and hurries to your side and takes you in her arms. You cannot help but to lean into her soft body. Your arms remain limp at your sides but you bury your face in her shoulder and cry bitter tears.

"Momma...why...am I...such a loser?" You lament through heavy sobs.

"Ohh sweetie." Your mother whispers gently, her hand tenderly stroking your hair and neck as she holds you close. "Shhhh, you are not a loser my sweet child. You are a blessing. Shhhh."

You feel another warm body enter the embrace. Aunt Peg hugs you both from the side and lays her head against your back. "We love you Jesse."

Feeling your mother's and aunt's bodies hold you and protect you and support you, hearing their kind words soothe you, you suddenly feel very, very silly. In the pit of your self loathing you forgot that you had this. You always had this. Your family was seriously fucked up by any measure but you could not say it was lacking in love. You were so lucky to have this. There were so many that didn't. Allison for example might have had a more traditional family, respectable and moral pillars of their community, but it was a cold and distant relationship bound more by duty than genuine affection. You wouldn't trade your situation with hers for anything in the world.

Your mom and your auntie truly loved you and thought the world of you, your mother in her own twisted way. You also knew that, with a single phone call, Elsie, Chloe, and even Fiona would be here within a few minutes if they knew you needed them. Elsie would listen and understand your inner feelings like no one else. Chloe, in her own kooky way, would do her best, fail, yet still manage to brighten your spirits. And Fiona would almost certainly go kick Allison's ass if she heard how you had been humiliated. While you didn't want her to do that, and it confused you why she would embarrass you so intensely herself yet be so protective of you, it made you feel good knowing you had someone like that.

Despite how absolutely wretched you had felt walking through the door it did not take long for your Momma and your loving aunt to quell your wounded heart. You still felt terrible and silly for ruining their moment but your soul was buoyed by the love you all shared.

Straightening up you look down into your mother's rich brown eyes, she stares back with the type of worry only a mother could have.

You let out a long calming sigh. "Thank you." You look to Peg. "Thank you."

Peg kisses the side your head. "We're here for you kiddo, anytime, any reason."

Your mom reaches up and wipes the tears from your cheeks with her soft pudgy fingers. "Allison?" She asks, already knowing the answer.

You simply nod.

She nods back with a warm smile. "It's her loss."

Your big three way hug tightens as one.

"Sorry I...interrupted." You say.

Both of them shake their head as if it was no big deal. "Don't worry about it." Your mom says. You could smell the sweet scent of prosecco on her breath.

"I'm glad you're here." Peg adds with a little pinch to your ear. "Better than you spending New Year's Eve alone. I hope you don't mind spending the night with two boring old dames like us."

You chuckle. "I would be honored."

Then, all at once, the three of you remember the extremely inappropriate lack of dress of the two older women. You feel your cheeks warm with blush as you notice their soft breasts against your torso and their hard members pressing into your legs.

"Ahem." Aunt Peg glances over toward the throw blanket as if just realizing she had no way to cover her naked boy. "Erm, I think we may be a wee bit under dressed for this Helen."

Your mom laughs. "Just a bit."

"Or..." You look from one of the to the other. "...maybe I'm over dressed."

There is still moment as the meaning of your words sink in. You had put this off long enough. Without a relationship holding you back you knew you would be joining your family 'tradition' sooner or later, one way or another. Now seemed the ideal time to make it happen.

"Jesse..." Your mother starts to say.

Stepping back from them you let your eyes drink in the elder Bailey sisters. One stout, voluptuous, round and soft. The other lean, trim, shapely, and sleek. You loved your mother's curves. You loved your aunt's fit physique.

They could see how you were looking at them, it was impossible to miss. Peg plants her hands on her hips and leans her weight to one leg, her still hard cock standing up proudly in front of her. She raises one eyebrow and quips. "I know that look. You naughty boy."

You smile a naughty boy smile. "I know that look. You hot kinky vixen."

Your mother stares back and forth between you and Peg in disbelief at the suddenly erotic energy filling the space between you. "Wait a minute. This is awfully sudden. Are you sure baby...?"

You nod firmly. "Whatever it was you two were going to do...I want in. I want to join the fun, not spoil it."

"Whatever it was we were going to do?" Peg's grin widens.

You nod again.

"Peg...can I talk to you a minute." Your mother says with rising concern.

Peggy looks to her sister. "Hmm?"

Your mom steps up and whispers, you could just barely make out the words. "You know how he makes me feel. I don't know if I can...control...myself."

Peg seems to know just what was being said. With a pat to her sister's cherubic cheek she says. "Leave it to me my dearest."

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I'm still frantically working on the next chapter. I'll try my damnedest to get it out today. If I can't it will be tomorrow for sure. Happy New Year all. :)