Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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My name is Dan. This is about how I got into a very unconventional living arrangement. I had lived all my life in a small town in rural Arizona, but I got an internship in southern California, and couldn't wait to move. Conveniently, my aunt Carol lived near where I'd be working and was willing to let me stay with her in the beginning. I visited her once in a while when I was younger, I knew she was a little like me in that she was happy to move out of our small town, and she had also a bit of a hippie streak.
When I finally arrived at Carol's place I realized I forgot how nice it was - there's a pool and everything. I was now 22 years old, I think I was 12 or 13 last time I visited her. She's got brown hair down to her shoulders, with a few gray hairs showing with blue eyes. She's maybe 5'5" or so, and she's a little on the thick side, with a large bubble butt and large-ish breasts. She didn't look bad for a woman in her 50's. I fantasized about her once in a while when I was a teenager, and even now I was eager to see her in a bikini or something to get a better glimpse of some cleavage.
After having stayed with her for a week, she introduced me to this man named Chris. She told me he was her friend. In all my life I've never known Carol to actually have a relationship with anyone - it was always just short term flings, or maybe fuck buddies or something - I have no idea. Chris is a tall black guy, maybe 6'2", and in decent shape. He was dressed in business attire while Carol looked like she was dressed for the beach. They went out to eat together, and I just stayed in my room playing computer games.
A couple hours later I heard some noises - sounded like they were back.
Maybe half an hour later, I went to the kitchen to finally get something to eat myself, and then went to walk back to my bedroom. I passed by the master bedroom which had the door wide open and heard some strange noise, and saw Chris, who laying down on the bed completely nude, with Carol next to him bobbing her head up and down on his penis - a fairly large penis at that. It felt like this moment lasted forever, but I hurried right into my room.
My face was red, and my penis was immediately hard. I quietly listened for a moment, and heard nothing, and so then I turned on the television. I started masturbating right away. I tried thinking of Carol's freckled cleavage, but I couldn't stop thinking of the image of her taking that penis into her mouth like that.
The next morning I entered the living room. "Why hello," Carol greeted me with a warm smile.
"Hi," I answered.
She entered the room, and said, "so you haven't told me, did you have a girlfriend back in Arizona?"
"No," I answered.
"Why not? Have you... ever been with a girl?"
I felt nervous and a bit embarrassed, and just honestly answered, "no..."
"What about a guy? Ever desire to be with a man?" I honestly never had before, until the other day. She planted a smile on her face, and after a brief pause, and asked, "did you... see us, by any chance?".
I opened my mouth but hesitated, and then she added, "it's okay if you did."
"Yeah, I did, sorry," I quietly answered.
"No, I am the one that is sorry, I'm not used to being that private. But I'm maybe... kind of glad."
I just shrugged, but then she asked with raised eyebrows, "did you like... seeing that?"
"Uh, yeah," I muttered, being honest.
"What did you see exactly?" she immediately asked, squinting her eyes at me now.
"Uh," I uttered, finding this conversation too awkward.
"Did you see his," she then put her hands in front of her, as if to show how long his penis is, "it's big, isn't?"
"It is," I said, feeling my penis get hard. I glanced down to see if it was visible through my shorts, and saw her follow my eyes down.
She smirked, and pat the spot beside her on the couch.
I sat down beside her, and she immediately put her hand over my crotch area.
"You probably don't know this, but I only sleep with black men, and your mom was the same way before she settled down," she explained.
"Chris and I have a sort of.. open relationship. But he's the master, and he thinks it'd be hot if the both of us served him. He said white dudes give the best head," she laughed, and then added, "if you're not comfortable with that - it's fine," she explained.
"No it's fine. I'm just nervous" I asked, focused on her hand, and unsure of what to say.
"Yeah, do you want that? Do you want to serve him?" she simply asked.
"Okay," I submissively answered, with all my focus in my penis. She started stroking it faster, but only after a brief moment cum started erupting. She laughed a little, and stopped stroking it while I was still cumming, which left me a bit frustrated.
"There is one thing he asks that you do. There will be two pills left for you in the morning. They're estrogen pills and will make you feel more sensitive in the right spots, you know," she explained in a very nonchalant way, but I was in a different zone.
"Clean yourself up now!" she ordered, suddenly, just as I was reaching for my penis.
"Sorry," feeling a bit embarrassed.
The next morning the pills were there just like she said. I took them and didn't think anything of it. In fact, I took them everyday for a week or so.
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Then one morning Carol saw me take the two pills, and asked, "good. I see you've been taking the pills, sweetie. Want a little surprise?"
I was almost wondering if the topic was going to come up again - the pills, her unconventional relationship with Chris, and bringing me into it. "Okay," I simply answered.
She held up her cell phone, and it showed a picture of both her hands, one on top of the other, wrapped around Chris's penis. "He's leaving for a few weeks for work, but he sent this to share with you."
