An ongoing tale of deep family bonding. All persons mentioned in this missive were aged eighteen years or more at the time of the activities depicted. All persons and events in this story are almost certainly fictional so any resemblance to persons living, dead or not yet born is just one of those coincidences that allow lawyers make their money.
This story is an extension to previously published ones, 'The loving family' and 'The extended loving family'.
I wandered into the dining area one warm summer afternoon. Sally was leaning forward, elbows resting on the kitchen worktop, mobile phone in hand. Her sister, my aunt Mags, was on the other end of a conversation which seemed to have been going on for some time. This was a little unusual as the two sisters were not exactly close and tended to keep all interactions to the minimum that siblings required. It seemed that Mags was having some sort of problem with her twin sons and needed her younger sister's advice. Sally had just reached the point in the conversation where she was mainly nodding to herself while her sister rabbited on in her ear.
It was a pleasant summer day and Sally was wearing a deep red full-length jersey knit outfit that ended halfway down her elegant thighs. I had chosen it myself for her that morning. It was a clinging fit that revealed all details of her figure as I expected. She wore no underwear, as usual when around the house. The 8cm heeled pumps, also chosen by me, emphasised the athletic shape of her long slender legs and produced a most pleasing positioning of her beautifully firm buttocks.
The outline of her firm breasts was plainly visible through the revealing material. Her nipples were apparent but not, as yet, very prominent. There was evident movement there as she responded to her sister. Sally's long ash blonde hair was tied firmly back in a ponytail with a matching red ribbon and silver clasp revealing the full features of her face. She wore just the barest hint of eye liner and red blusher. Her lips had a subtle red gloss which contrasted beautifully with her perfect ivory teeth.
A very interesting spectacle to be laid before any red-blooded male and my cock was starting to appreciate the view.
I was wearing a loose Deadhead tee-shirt and light-weight shorts. These only the barest of effort to remove. I placed both items on the worktop in front of my mother. She looked at them, then at me and continued her conversation. She did, however, push her ass out a little further with the barest hint of a wiggle.
Taking the hint, I moved fully behind her and reached over to adjust the position of her hair to one side and allowing me to grasp the bundled locks and gently pull her head back towards me. I leaned into her and began nuzzling at her neck, gradually moving up to her ear. I slowly began to suck her earlobe. There was the barest of sighs in response. I continued exploring with my tongue resulting in head movements pushing back into me as she responded.
My hands began to massage the top of her shoulders lightly and then move slowly down, my thumbs gently playing at the muscles along her spine. This, as always, resulted in short, sharp breaths and the very slightest hint of abdominal twitching.
My thumbs soon worked their way to clearly defined valley at the start of her buttocks. The flesh here felt soft and warm but exquisitely firm through the thin material. My fingers kneaded the orbs, slowly pulling the material up over her thighs. My lips returned to her lobe and began sucking the little knob into my mouth with a series of short pulses. Her head ground back against me, and I felt the sharp little gasps in her breathing.
Mags was still going on in her other ear and I caught the occasional phrase.
"I can't stop them...." "...I think I want to but...", ".... when it's the two of them...", "...its every night...", "...and all day...", "...they're both here now..."
Interesting.
I had a fairly good idea what was going on. I'd been communicating with my two cousins on WhatsApp for a couple of weeks. I'd given them a few tips and they had eventually managed to get their act together. They both knew that I was fucking Sally regularly and needed very little persuasion that their own mother would benefit from a steady supply of cock. They may not be the brightest, but both were physically fit and very well built.
Finally, after a little nervousness, they got round to seducing their mother one evening in the hot tub. She had been fucked hard and fast for several days now. Needless to say, the sons were thoroughly enjoying every minute of their newfound activity. It did sound as though my auntie Mags was slightly overwhelmed by the sudden carnal attentions of her two lusty and athletic sons.
The skirt material was now riding smoothly up and over my mother's gorgeous ass and bunching at her waist. I moved in closer and nudged her legs apart with gentle pressure from my feet against her ankles. She submitted immediately, her arse now wriggling in anticipation.
My right hand moved over and slid up the inside of silky thighs. Fingertips lightly stroked the warm flesh. Sally began to moan in anticipation. Eventually they progressed to find the now hot wet crack that led to untold pleasures. I noticed that her pussy was coated in the barest hint of public hair. I would deal with that little matter later in the shower.
The conversation from my aunt's side seemed to have dropped off and seemed to have degenerated into a series of incoherent sounds. I leaned in and whispered in my mother's ear.
"Are they fucking her?"
