The Two Aunts

Morning came. I showered and ate breakfast. We made light conversation at the table, me and Uncle Tony.

“Your Aunt Lauren is coming back today. She just finished her trip to Bermuda. She told me to keep it a surprise from you, but I thought you should know,” Uncle Tony said.

I smiled. My Aunt Lauren was a travel journalist who flew across the world. I rarely got to see her, but I always loved it when she came. Aunt Lauren would bring me souvenirs and great anecdotes and stories from her travels abroad. Aunt Lauren was a fiery red-head in her 40s, and she was the same age as my deceased mother. The reason being, of course, was that she was an identical twin of my deceased mother. For that, I have thought of her as a mother even though she has never really been there for me because of her traveling.

I couldn’t help it, but a sudden and even creepier thought entered my mind then. The one that has been on my mind since yesterday and the discovery. I shook it off and tried to finish my meal. Uncle Tony got up and made his goodbyes, and so did Iris, my cousin, who was still on her phone, walking out. I finished the last of my OJ and got up and headed for the door. A loud, purposeful cough interrupted me.

“Ah hem. Adam, aren’t you forgetting something?” Aunt Saige asked as I stood.

“Oh, the garbage? I took that out already,” I said.

“Not that. Your punishment,” Aunt Saige said.

“I thought we did that already?” I said.

“Every single day, mister. Until you get me pregnant. I’ve stopped sleeping with your uncle until you impregnated me and so far you haven’t.”

“Oh, right. Umm… Can we do this after school? I’m running late,” I said. No, I wasn’t turning asexual, but if yesterday taught me anything, I would need to conserve my strength.

“I can’t fuck you after school. Your uncle and I are going out on a date. We won’t be back till very late,” she said.

I checked my watch on my phone’s display. Still plenty of time. And who could turn down having sex with your hot aunt?

Not bothering to take off my clothes, I unzipped and pulled my soft cock out between my fly. Aunt Saige got on the table and spread her legs wide for me. I licked my fingers and gently caressed her cunt lips and clit, a few fingers delving in. She was already sopping. She had a blank look on her face as I was stroking frantically for my now hardening cock to come to life. I rechecked my watch.

“Adam, take your punishment seriously,” Aunt Saige admonished. “Take it slow and savor my cunt.”

I took it slowly at first. My now hard cock was parting Aunt Saige’s pussylips and gently entering her womb. But I had no time. I distracted her by pushing my head forward, and our mouths met, and we tongue fucked each other. Our tongues danced, and she sucked on mine, and I sucked on hers. My hips were now frantically crashing into her, our movements making the table squeak and shake, the empty dishes on it moving back and forth with my fucking. I was lasting a lot longer now. Even if I wanted to and despite how nice and wet her cunt was, I couldn’t rush it. Her face began to flush, and she looked at me more hungrily, and her eyes were no longer filled with anger, but with want, the lust still there but now with desire. Aunt Saige was stroking my arms, admiring my muscles with the tips of her fingers.

A door opening and a female voice interrupted my deep gaze of watching Aunt’s Saige eyes react to my cock pounding away in her cunt.

“Tony? Adam? You guys still home?” The female voice called out. “Saige you here?”

Aunt Lauren dropped her bags and wandered into the dining room. I slowed my thrusting, and Aunt Saige looked back to see the guest and said in a ragged breath, “It’s you, Lauren. Welcome back. How was your trip?”

Aunt Lauren’s mouth was gaping as she stared at us. She looked like she just walked in her nephew fucking his other aunt.

“Saige? Adam? What the fuck are you guys doing?!” Aunt Lauren cried out.