Aunt Laura

It was Aunt Laura.

“Avery? You home?” Her voice was casual, but there was an undercurrent he recognized.

“Sophia and I were thinking of stopping by. Your mom’s still at work, right?”

Avery glanced at the clock. “She said a few hours… she might be back later.”

“Perfect. We’ll bring food. Don’t go anywhere.”

He hung up, already feeling heat settle low in his stomach.

Laura and Sophia arrived just as the sun was starting to drop. They didn’t bother with long greetings. Laura kissed his cheek, then his mouth, lingering. Sophia’s hand settled on his waist and squeezed.

“You look good,” Laura said, eyes dark. “Better than good.”

They barely made it to the living room before the touching started—hands under his shirt, mouths on his neck, the thick outlines of their cocks pressing against him through their clothes. Avery stayed soft-voiced and flushed, never quite initiating with words, but his body answered every touch without hesitation.

Laura was the first to push him down onto the couch. Sophia joined a moment later. What followed was slower than the party nights but no less intense—two familiar cocks, two pairs of hands, two mouths that already knew how he responded. They took their time using him, switching places, talking quietly to each other over his head about how open he still was, how easy it was to slide back into him, how lucky they were that he never seemed to say no.

By the time they finished, Avery was once again messy, marked, and pleasantly aching between them on the couch.

They cleaned him up with surprising tenderness afterward, then settled in with the food they had brought, keeping him between them while the evening news played quietly on the television.

Outside, the neighborhood lights began to come on one by one.

And somewhere across the city, Martha was finishing the last of her paperwork, already thinking about what she would do to her son when she finally returned home.

Laura and Sophia didn’t leave after the first round.

They kept Avery between them on the couch, half-dressed, while they ate the takeout they had brought. Laura’s hand stayed on his thigh the entire time, fingers occasionally drifting higher under the hem of his shorts. Sophia fed him bites of food with her fingers, watching his mouth with quiet hunger. Every few minutes one of them would lean in and kiss him—slow, claiming kisses that left his lips swollen and shiny.

“You’re quieter than last time,” Laura murmured against his ear. “Did your mom finally take what she wanted?”

Avery’s cheeks warmed. He looked down at the container of noodles in his lap. “Something like that…”

Sophia smiled, dark and knowing. “Good. She should have done it sooner.”

They didn’t push for details. Instead they simply kept touching him—hands under his shirt, mouths on his neck, the heavy outlines of their cocks pressing against his hips whenever they shifted. Avery stayed soft-voiced and pliant, never pulling away, occasionally leaning into a touch when it felt especially good.

By the time the food was gone, both women were hard again.

Laura was the one who finally stood and pulled him up by the wrists. “Bedroom. Yours or hers?”

Avery hesitated only a second. “Mine…”

They followed him upstairs. The moment the door closed, the softness disappeared. Laura pushed him onto the bed face-down, yanked his shorts off, and spread his cheeks with both hands. She spat directly onto his hole, then pushed two fingers inside without warning. Avery whimpered into the pillow, but his hips pushed back.

“Still so fucking open,” Laura muttered. “Your mother must have wrecked you.”

Sophia climbed onto the bed in front of him, already stroking her thick 13-inch cock. She tapped the head against his lips. Avery opened obediently. She slid in deep, not stopping until his nose pressed against her stomach. At the same time Laura lined up and sank into him from behind in one long thrust.

They used him together like that for a long time—Laura fucking him hard and deep while Sophia took his throat in steady strokes. Whenever one of them got close they switched places without speaking. Avery’s soft, muffled moans filled the room. Spit ran down his chin. Cum from earlier leaked around Laura’s cock with every thrust.

They came one after the other, filling him from both ends, then switched again so the other could do the same. By the time they finished, Avery’s hole was once more flooded and loose, his face a mess of spit and tears, his own cock spent against the sheets.

Laura and Sophia collapsed on either side of him, still half-hard, hands lazily stroking his skin.

That was when the front door opened downstairs.

All three of them froze.

Footsteps moved through the living room, then up the stairs. Martha’s voice called out, calm but carrying.

“Avery? I’m home.”

Laura sat up first, not bothering to cover herself. Sophia only pulled the sheet partially over her hips. Avery stayed where he was, face still flushed, hole still leaking onto the bed.

The bedroom door opened.

Martha stood in the doorway, still in her work blouse and skirt, eyes taking in the exact scene in front of her: her sister and her sister’s best friend naked in her son’s bed, and Avery between them looking thoroughly used.

For a long moment no one spoke.

Then Martha stepped inside and closed the door behind her with a soft click.

“I see you started without me,” she said.

Laura shrugged, unrepentant. “You were at work. He was home. We brought food.”

Martha’s gaze dropped to the mess between Avery’s legs—the puffy, glistening hole, the cum still slowly leaking out. Her expression didn’t change, but the outline of her cock against her skirt grew obvious.

She walked to the edge of the bed and looked down at her son.

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

Avery’s voice was small. “Yes, Mom…”

Martha reached out and brushed a strand of hair from his face, thumb lingering on his cheek. Then she looked at Laura and Sophia.

“You’re both staying the night.”

It wasn’t a question.

Laura’s smile was slow. “Wouldn’t miss it.”

Martha began unbuttoning her blouse. “Then make room.”

Avery watched, cheeks burning, as his mother undressed in front of all of them. When her thick cock sprang free—already hard—she climbed onto the bed and pulled him into her lap, back against her chest. Her hand wrapped around his soft cock while her other hand reached down and pushed two fingers back into his used hole.

“You’re going to take all three of us again,” she said against his ear, voice low and certain. “One after another. And you’re not going to ask any of us to stop. Are you?”

Avery shook his head, voice barely a whisper. “No, Mom…”

Martha kissed the side of his neck, then looked at her sister and Sophia.

“Who wants him first this time?”

Laura moved first.

The night was only beginning.