Story Time

“It sounds like you’re dying to tell some stories,” you said, keeping your voice level despite the rising rhythm in your heart. You recalled that night watching your mom and aunt writhing in the bed together, limbs tangled, lips and fingers sliding every which way. Your cock twitched at the memories. There’s a sympathetic hum from your aunt as her recollection simmered to the surface.

“Me and your mama did have a good time,” she recalled wistfully. “Especially that night she taught me how to touch myself.” There was another hum and you glanced down at the hips next to yours. Leslie had a hand between her legs, obviously reliving her memories. “That was a very fun month,” she continued with a sigh. “We got off together every day, at least once a night… sometimes in the morning too. God I miss sharing a room with Patty.” You could almost picture it, having seen photos of your mother and aunt from before you were born, now trying to imagine the sisters in their youthful bloom. “We’d be sitting on the carpet across from each other… or on one of our beds… watching. Pretending like we were just getting tips from each other or something… but really, watching your mom finger her pussy got me wet like a waterfall…oh fuck...” She was working her own pussy lips into a lather, her concentration on reminiscing on those good old days. “I so wanted to touch her there… be the one to make her moan. Make her cum. Her tight little body with those amazing tits were all the porn I needed back then…” She was fingering herself evidently now, her elbow rubbing against your side, her breaths getting short. Your cock was sticking straight up and throbbing, aching. You wanted to grab yourself but didn’t want to distract your aunt from her storytelling.

“You should see how pink your mom’s pussy is,” she sighed. “Mouth watering.” Then she giggled at how absurd it was to tell her nephew to imagine his own mother’s pussy. “Oh fuckin god…” she moaned, gently pinching her clit. “I remember my first taste of her… of my my sister,” she went on. “Of your mother…” Her emphasis made you swallow. “Hers wasn’t the first, but it might be my all time favorite.” Then she reached over with her free hand and grasped the base of your erection. She didn’t even need to look for it, she just knew you were there and you were hard and began stroking your wet length again.

“You want to know about our first time?” you heard her ask. You think you nodded. Your brain was too hot to properly focus. “I was teaching your mom how to shave down there,” she said, picking up the story again. “She watched me real carefully as I cleaned myself up… and god I was leaking all over the bathroom tiles with her eyes on my cunt. Then she got to ..mmm… trimming herself. She was slow and deliberate, only a little nervous. But she missed some spots. Had a bit of trouble reaching. Getting the right angles. So I helped her out. It was the first time I put my hands on her. I remember feeling the goosebumps running up my arm when I put my fingers on her… that soft mound… and I ran that razor over her silky skin.” Your aunt’s legs shifted as she plunged fingers deeper into herself, her grip around your cock tightening in kind. “I took my time, making sure she was completely hairless down there… god she smelled amazing, even through the shaving cream... And after I was done slowly wiping away the excess … I said ‘All done’ and gave it a little kiss. I remember how she gasped. How she shivered. I remember looking up at her from between her legs, at her wide eyed stare… then her pupils rolling back when I slid my tongue up her tasty slit.”

“Fucking hell,” you breathed, your face flushed, ears buzzing.

“Mmmm … she almost drowned me… fuck I made her cum so hard… I knew exactly what she liked. I’d been watching her masturbate for months… I tasted every inch of her ….and then… well you know how your mother is. She returned the favour. Saw it as a challenge. A life-long challenge. As far as fuck buddies went… my sister was my *best* buddy.” She stopped talking for a few seconds and seemed to be synchronizing her double strokes. When she started again her breathing was growing laboured.

“That bachelorette party we threw her… god that was a good time,” she moaned. “And then afterwards was an even better time… because I had her all to myself in that hotel room. Just me. And my sister. And a nice. Thick. Strap on. Ah…”

“Fuck...fuck…” you panted, trying not to slide off the couch as your aunt worked your shaft with increased vigour while still frigging herself madly.

“We did… we fucked all night… it was a good thing her wedding wasn’t the next day…” she gasped. “We treated that night like it was the last one we would have together but even after she married your dad … every couple of birthdays we… got together… usually not too long…maybe just for an afternoon… haa... just to strengthen… mmm.... our sisterly… bond…”

“Mother fucker!” you swore breathlessly as your cock flexed and you came again. Your aunt sucked in a breath as well and sat up a little when she felt your hot and sticky load running down her still pumping hand. She lunged, taking you into her mouth again, swinging a knee to balance on your chest. Thankfully her weight wasn’t on that knee, but it was still slightly harder to breath as she drained you, slurping noisily. She still had a hand between her legs and you had the perfect angle to see her working those busy fingers in and out of her dripping cunt all the while quenching that wonderful thirst of hers. She came with your cock in her mouth and you held onto her waist to keep her from toppling over. You could almost feel the waves pulse through your cock and down her body.

You took a deep breath once she recovered and she slid off your chest, but she remained straddled on your abs. You were staring at your aunt’s toned back, admiring the way her hips flared into that big soft ass resting on your stomach. She was still stroking you because you were still firm, and you wished you could see what her expression was like. All you could hear was the wetness of her hands working your tingling dick and her heavy breaths. You absently massaged her thighs, just below her ass, enjoying that happy ending to that story.

It was time for bed. But this story wasn’t over yet.