Aiding Aida Ch 03 Family Planning

Chapter 3: Family Planning

In the previous chapters, our intrepid hero (me) came to the rescue of his aunt, who was struggling with her husband's sudden stroke and resulting paralysis. We grew closer than was socially acceptable. I helped her with some hangups in the sex department, which included participating in some (totally consensual) non-consensual role play. After a while, I talked to her husband (Frank); he gave us his blessing to continue what Ada and I had started. Later on, I persuaded Ada to give to both of us, taking care of his sexual needs as best she could. Then my mother found out about the situation, and confessed her true feelings for me. Could the situation get any more complicated? Read on for the answer...

Things continued pretty much the same during my second semester. The

status

remained

quo,

you might say. (

Ha!

) One big thing that happened was that I finally declared a major. I was going to get a degree in History with a minor in Political Science. After I graduated, I was going to go to law school.

I was going to try to be a lawyer. Like Uncle Frank.

When I told Ada my plans she kissed me. She told me that if I could get into a decent law school, she would help me out financially. That commitment took a big weight off my shoulders. Now I just had to get the grades and test scores.

Ada also invited me to move in with them--with her, essentially--full time next semester. "There's no sense wasting money on room and board when you can have all that here, for free," she said. "Unless you think that living here is going to, uh, cramp your style?"

"Like with the girls?"

She nodded, blushing slightly.

"Nope. I have all the, uh, style here that I need."

She smiled but she also said, "Jim, I'm more than twice your age. What we have is nice; okay--better than 'nice'--but we both know that what we have can't continue forever. You are going to have to meet a young lady closer to your own age. Fall in love. Raise a family if you want to. I don't want to stand in the way--"

"You're not," I interrupted. "The truth is, I was on the road to mediocrity before I started coming here to help you out. Mediocrity--and that's assuming I could get my act together enough to even graduate. Which was in some doubt, based on my freshman grades. Being here, with you, has changed my life for the better. That's just the truth."

"But what about--"

I raised my hand to interrupt her. "If I can get into a decent law school and pass the Bar and get a decent job at a decent firm and... well, do all those things, then maybe--just

maybe

--at that point I'll look around and see if there is someone else who excites me half as much as you do. If there is, then we'll talk. I mean, you and I will talk. About my future, and your future." I smiled. "But that's years away. Until then..."

Ada kissed me again and we had really loud and maybe even a bit rough sex that night. She wouldn't let me stop until I told her I was completely done; at which point she had me eat her pussy--with my cum still dripping from her now over-sensitive lips--until she came two more times. Then she kissed me for a very long time, not caring in the slightest about our mingled taste.

*****

Another thing that happened between Christmas and the end of my second year was that I turned 21 in April--just between mid-terms and finals. I persuaded Mom--Beth--to come out to Ada's place, to celebrate with us. After a

lot

of persuasion, she finally agreed.

"Don't worry, Mom," I told her. "Ada and I will be sleeping in separate bedrooms while you're here. We'll keep it totally on the down low. I promise."

I could hear her take a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh, before she reluctantly agreed to celebrate with us.

I hugged her when she arrived, then carried her overnight bag up to her room. Like last time, it was across the hallway from mine. Frank was down on side of the hallway and Ada's room was down at the other end.

We had a great time that night. I mean, Mom was obviously on edge. She kept looking from me to Ada; but we were both chill so there was nothing for her to get upset about. Eventually, she relaxed and started to enjoy yourself.

They kept feeding me beers and shots of bourbon, like now being able to drink legally was some special rite of passage. But since I had been drinking since I was sixteen, I knew enough by now to take my time. I also had a lot of water on the side. Sure, I had to use the bathroom a lot but that was a helluva lot better than dealing with a hangover tomorrow morning.

Ada and Beth weren't quite as careful as I was, though. As the night went on, they got louder and louder--especially Ada. I knew she wasn't much of a drinker. One glass of wine was usually her limit; sometimes two on special occasions. Tonight, I was surprised to see her have five full glasses of red wine. Beth drank most of a bottle of Chardonnay. I had maybe five beers and three shots, which was the most alcohol I'd had since Frank's stroke. With all the water I was drinking, it was enough to get me buzzed but not much more than that. After about three hours of drinking, I was the most sober adult at the table. That made me the obvious choice to take care of Frank tonight.

While the women were laughing about something that happened before I was born, I took Frank his dinner and fed him the cut-up pieces, which he chewed slowly. While he chewed, I talked to him. I told him about my decision to try to become a lawyer like him. How Ada had invited me to move in with them next year. I even told him about encouraging Ada to take care of his needs, and how important they both were to me.

"I just want to thank you, Uncle Frank," I said. "I know it's been weird for you, knowing what Ada and I do at night. But I think we're kind of even, right? I mean, from what I heard, you never got blowjobs from her before I, uh, encouraged her--right?"

He blinked once.

Yes.

"I'm guessing 'yes' means you agree with me?"

He blinked once again.

"Okay. Cool. And she fucks you sometimes, as well. Right? Rides you like a cowgirl. That was me, you know? I taught her how to do that. Encouraged her to fuck you. So... we're, like, even, in my book. That's what I'm trying to say. We both share Ada; we both get the benefits, right?"

He blinked once again.

"Great! Good talking to you, Uncle Frank. See you tomorrow."

Then I looked away and saw my mom--Beth--watching us from the doorway, eyes open wide with shock. She had heard everything I said to Frank.

Fuck.

*****

I went out into the hallway, shutting Frank's bedroom door behind me. I looked at Beth, waiting for whatever she was going to say.

It took her several seconds to get the words out. "Uh... I, uh, came to ask you to, uh, help me with Adelaide. She's had too much to drink."

I nodded. "Anything else?" I asked, still waiting for what I knew had to be coming. I mean, she heard what I said to Frank. She heard how Frank and I were sharing Ada. She knew what Ada was doing to Frank; she knew that I had taught her how to please him sexually and encouraged her to do so. I waited for the explosion.

It never came. Instead, Beth shook her head and led me downstairs by the hand so that we could deal with her drunk sister.

I should mention here that I was making a conscious effort to think of my mother as Beth. Just another mature woman in my life, just as Ada was. Not my mother.

Nope.

Just another woman. We kissed at Christmas, just like a man would kiss a woman: full of passion and desire. She stopped the kiss almost at once, but that didn't mean it didn't happen. It

did

happen.

I wanted it to happen again.

Anyway, Beth led me down the stairs, back to the kitchen table, but I was helping her along the way. She drank a lot of wine tonight, nearly a full bottle. Maybe she was handling it better than Ada did, but she was also a little unsteady on her feet as we descended. A couple of times, she stumbled and might have fallen, if I hadn't been there to hold her arm and steady her.

We found Ada slumped in the chair, her head lolling, breathing heavily, almost snoring. Beth and I looked at each other. She shrugged, as if to say "Not my problem if my sister is a lightweight." True; but now her sister was

our

problem to deal with.

We each got underneath an arm and lifted. We walked/carried Ada up the stairs to her room. Ada mumbled a few times, but no coherent words came out. When we got to Ada's bedroom, Mom--Beth--cocked her head to the side and looked at me, asking without saying anything "What do we do with her now?"

"Let's get her undressed and into bed," I answered the unspoken question. "Put her on her side."

We quickly got Ada undressed, at least down to her panties and bra. I saw that they were the lacy ones she liked to wear when she knew I would be spending the night.

I got out a nightgown from a drawer in the nightstand on her side of the bed. Beth looked at me for a second, no doubt noting that I knew exactly where to find it. I shrugged because there was nothing to say.

I took off Ada's bra and Beth pulled down her panties. "Nothing you haven't seen before," she muttered. Obviously, she was correct. When Ada was in her nightgown, we put her into bed. Then we set a tall glass of water and a couple of aspirin on the nightstand. Ada was going to need those in the morning.

We looked at each other in the hallway after I pulled Ada's door closed. Beth's eyes looked a little bit clearer than they had been a few minutes ago. I took a step towards her; I couldn't tell you what I was thinking at that moment, but I knew I wanted to hug her, to hold her in my arms.

"Goodnight, Jim," she said curtly. "Happy birthday." Then she quickly walked to her own room, shutting the door with a distinct

click

that seemed to echo in the hallway.

Fuck.

I went into my own room.

Yes, did what you think I did. When I was done, I threw the tissues on the floor and tried to go to sleep; but I don't think I slept very well. I had two available women in the same house at the same time, but neither of them was available to me tonight.

My aunt was down the hall in a drunken stupor--maybe the first drunken stupor in her life. My mother was across the hall, perhaps buzzed enough to let her inhibitions go, but not yet ready to give me what I so desperately wanted from her.

My 21

st

birthday did not end in a great fashion. The night kind of sucked, actually. I'm just saying.

*****

Something barely heard woke me up later that night. I didn't know what it was, but now I was wide awake. I glanced at the clock: well after one in the morning. What had I heard? Was it Ada throwing up in her

en suite

toilet? Was it a burglar breaking into the house? If it was the latter, I supposed that, as the "man of the house," it was my responsibility to fight the burglar off with my well-honed kung fu skills. (That last part was sarcasm, by the way. While I was now in the best shape of my life, I couldn't fight for shit.)

Sighing, I got out of bed and quietly opened my door a little bit. I was just in time to see Mom--Beth--close her bedroom door and move towards Frank's room. I didn't move and, though she glanced at my door, which was open a couple of inches, she didn't seem to see anything. Her eyes hadn't yet adjusted to the darkness of the hallway. Good.

She quietly opened Frank's bedroom door and went into his room. I softly walked up to the door and, putting my ear to the door, heard my mother's voice talking to Frank. I couldn't make out the words. So, taking enormous pains to be as quiet as possible, I turned the knob and slowly opened the door a few inches.

I suddenly had a memory of watching Ada fuck Frank for the first time. Tonight, seeing Mom in Frank's room, this very much felt like the same thing.

Now I heard Beth's voice, speaking quietly to Frank. I strained to understand her words.

"So, you let my son fuck your wife, huh, Franklin?" There was a pause of maybe a second before she continued to speak. "And Adelaide comes in here and she takes care of

your

needs, doesn't she? She sucks you off. Sometimes she crawls up into your lap and fucks you. God, Frank, you've always been a weird one, but this takes the cake! I thought you had given all that stuff up! I thought you had turned a corner and were trying to walk the straight and narrow." She paused again. "At least, that's what you told me. That's why we never repeated that night."

That night.

That night?

What the fuck was Mom talking about?

"I guess you lied to me, Franklin. Or maybe you lied to yourself. Because now this house doesn't feel any different than a whorehouse--at least to me. My son--

my son!

--is in bed with your wife almost every night, doing who knows what to her. That's my son, Franklin! My son; your nephew. Your wife--

my sister!

--is supposed to be having her needs met by you, not by your nephew." I heard her sigh. "Still, I understand. You sit here, day after day, not moving. Like some kind of statue. There's nothing you can do, I guess. Your wife takes care of

your

needs, including feeding you, cleaning you--and even sucking your cock and fucking you.

Your

needs are met. I guess it's only fair that she has her needs met as well."

There was a longish pause.

"I just wish it wasn't my son who was meeting her needs. I wish it was anyone else but him."

There was another short pause. I saw Beth move, pulling down the blanket and sheets that covered Frank.

"Remember that night, Franklin? You were so

fucking

horny but you were trying to be chaste, so that Adelaide would be a true virgin on your wedding night. How honorable you seemed to us all! But then you came to me, begging for my help, begging me to help you wait for her. And I

did

help you, didn't I? I sucked you off, let you fill my mouth with your cum, then I swallowed all the evidence of your little sin. You liked that, Franklin--didn't you? You liked it a

lot.

You liked your sister-in-law sucking you off and swallowing your cum. Not that we ever did anything else, afterwards. Once you got married, you were too pure to come back and meet any of

my

needs." She took a deep breath. "Well, tonight that changes."

I watched as Beth--my mother--pulled down Frank's pyjamas and stroked his cock into rigid hardness. "

Yes,

" she whispered. "Yes. Just as big as I remember. Such a nice, big cock you have, Franklin. I've been thinking about it for years, ever since that night. If you had come back to me, I would have done anything for you. Sucked it, let you fuck me with it. I would have let you fill any hole you wanted. But no. You had your new little church-going wife and your oh-so-perfect life. There was no room for me in it, was there?" She continued to stroke him. "Well, here we are--together again, my too-pure brother-in-law. It's just the two of us now--alone. Your wife is passed-out in her bed; my son is sound asleep in his bed. It's just you and me right now, Frank. You and me and your huge cock that I'm going to ride until I cum--until you make up just a little bit for all the orgasms you denied me over the years."

Hearing those words, my eyes opened wide in shock. They opened even further as I watched my mother mount Frank just the way Ada did. I tried not to make a sound--not even from my heaving breath--as she moved up and then down on his cock, seating him where she needed him to be. My heart was pounding so hard that I was sure they were going to hear it.

This moment in time felt surreal, like a mind-altering fog was in the room, covering us with dense sexual miasma, as I watched my mother fuck my uncle.

"

Ahhh,

that's it," she said, moving back and forth, and up and down. "You fill me so much, Franklin. I wish you were

my

husband! I would fuck you every single night and twice on Sundays! God, you feel so damn good buried in my wet pussy! I've wanted this for years!"

Soon Beth was moving faster on Frank's cock. At this point, my own cock was rock-hard and tenting out of my shorts. I took it out and began to stroke along with Beth, holding to her rhythm. Already, I could feel my pressure building. I tried to hold back, to time my orgasm with hers.

"Fuck, Frank," she moaned. "Fuck, this feels so good! Does it feel good for you, fucking your sister-in-law? Do you like it? Because I...

oh!

... I like it

so

much!"

After a few minutes Mom was slamming up and down, gasping and moaning. The bed was rocking and creaking from her movements. Mom went up as high as her bent legs could take her, then slammed back down, grinding her hips. "So close," she groaned. "So close."

To this day, I don't know what I was thinking. Maybe it was the sexual fog in that room, or maybe I was acting on long-repressed desire. I don't know

why

I did what I did, but

what

I did was easy to describe.

I moved quickly to the bed, just three or four quick little steps. I reached down, between them, as Mom moved up and down, riding Frank as fast as she could, trying to come. I found Mom's clit. Beth had thick but soft pubic hair which felt a lot like Ada's; her clit was prominent and easy to find. I rubbed it and circled it firmly. I pressed on it. She didn't say anything; she didn't hesitate for even a second. She just continued to ride Frank while my fingers rubbed her the way I rubbed her sister almost every night.

I rubbed her clit for, like, thirty seconds before I felt her body contract and her rhythm break. She slammed down one final time and rolled her hips. My hand was caught between them as she ground on her brother-in-law; my fingers still on her clit and the back of my hand smushed into Frank's lean abdomen.

"

Ohhhh, fuck!"

Beth yelled as her body went rigid and she came all over Frank's cock. I don't think he came in her pussy; I would have felt it if he had.

When Beth finally relaxed and came back to reality from her intense orgasm, panting hard and now wet with sweat, she turned to face me while still impaled on Frank's cock. Her eyes moved to me but they didn't reach my face; instead, they stopped at my erect cock, which was out and pointing in her general direction.

She didn't say a word as she leaned down and took my cock into her mouth, sucking hard and running her tongue around my head. Her hands circled my waist and pulled me forward, closer to her sucking mouth. My hips moved on their own, pumping into her mouth, while I fought to find that balance between participating in the act and mouth-fucking her. She took me deeply into her wet mouth until she had all of me inside her. Beth's mouth felt like Heaven. I was already on the edge from everything that already happened; it really didn't take very long until I exploded into her mouth. She swallowed everything I had without hesitation.

She immediately turned back to Frank and began to ride him again like a maniac, going faster and faster and faster until she screamed and Frank grunted. They came together while I watched, standing right next to them in the darkened bedroom, my now-flaccid cock hanging down and dripping onto the floor.

That was how my 22

nd

year on earth began.

*****

Everyone was slow to get up in the morning. As expected, Ada suffered from a hangover. Both Mom and I had gone to bed late. Finally, we were up but nobody said anything as we dragged ourselves into the kitchen. Nobody would look at anybody else in the eyes.

I made coffee. While the coffee was brewing, I scrambled some eggs and served the women their eggs and some toast. What else was I supposed to do? What could I even say?