For more on Luther "The Root" Casey and his family adventures, interested readers may also want to check out these stories: "The Root and His Aunt Barbara" and "Aunt Lynn Rides Again."
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Seated at a table in a neighborhood bistro, Luther Casey watched his attractive companion as she surveyed her menu. As he did, the reality of what had recently occurred between them began to sink in.
But his mulling on this turn of events was interrupted when the waiter arrived with their drinks. Then after the guy took their food orders and hustled away, Lute's companion looked him in the eyes and raised her glass, "Here's to us, Luther," she said with a warm smile, "And if that has to be our first and last time together, so be it. It was really fun. Cheers!"
"Cheers!" Lute said as they clinked their glasses, knowing if he had his way that definitely wouldn't be their last time. Because this woman beguiled him like no other.
It had only been an hour before that she'd been draped over her bathroom vanity while he fucked her from behind, pummeling her with his huge cock while her big tits flopped against the marble counter. And after she'd cum in a screaming climax, he'd exploded inside her, filling her pussy with an unholy amount of spew. It had been a frenzied and surreal experience, thanks in part to the shower steam clouding the room, and the way they'd watched each other in the foggy bathroom mirror as they copulated. With Lute catching familiar glimpses of his mother in the ethereal haze.
To set the stage for this story we need to go back about a month. Because it was then that Lute got a call from Denise, his mother, informing him that her sister Caroline was moving to Lute's city. And knowing Caroline would need a hand, his mom asked if he'd check in on her.
Lute had gladly done just that, offering to help her move in, and also to take her out to dinner afterwards. And this led to his driving over to Caroline's new place on that nice fall Saturday morning, joining her and some of her old friends to deal with the boxes and furniture the movers had delivered.
As he drove to Caroline's that day, Lute thought back on the last time he'd seen her. It had been the previous summer at his family's lake house, soon after she'd finalized her divorce. Lute hadn't spent much time with Caroline and her family when he was growing up. They lived in Boston and had their own summer place on Cape Cod. Her husband came from an old Boston Brahmin family that placed lots of demands on Caroline's time, making it difficult for her to see much of Lute's family. But her joining them at the lake house that summer signaled things were about to change.
It'd been fun to see Caroline at the lake, and especially to watch her and his mom together again. They were only two years apart and had been close growing up, and remained so until Caroline had moved east for graduate school, gotten married, and settled into a life with her investment banker husband and their son. But at the lake the two sisters laughed and carried on just like old times.
The physical similarities between Denise and Caroline were striking. Both were pretty, tall and slim with dark hair and full DD cup tits. And more than once Lute had to put a towel across his lap to hide a growing boner as he watched them cavort in their bikinis.
Caroline took a particular interest in Lute that weekend, and the two of them stayed up late one night drinking and talking. She was really excited, and somewhat nervous, about starting a new life and had few regrets about her recent divorce. Her ex-husband had taken over the family business and gradually changed from being an interesting and fun-loving man to a younger version of his father: serious and focused on growing the family's already sizeable fortune. And their son was now also following in his dad's footsteps, putting in time on Wall Street before moving into the family business line of succession.
To the chagrin of her husband's family, Caroline had built a successful career of her own running non-profit organizations. And given her husband's family expectation that she'd grow the lineage, they'd been more disappointed than she when complications occurred that left her unable to have more kids. So she was relieved to finally escape their scrutiny. And having won a handsome divorce settlement, she had lots of options as she considered her future, moving back to the Midwest among them.
Talking with her that night at the lake was an uncanny experience for Lute. Aside from their markedly similar looks -- the primary difference being that Caroline wore her hair in a fashionable short cut while his mom had a shoulder length mane -- the sisters had many of the same mannerisms. So being with Caroline was like encountering his mom's doppelganger.
And to top it off, as they moved into their second bottle of wine, she became increasingly affectionate -- running her hand along his bare leg and lightly touching his hair. Nothing came of it that night, but when they hugged before heading off to bed, Caroline had ground her crotch against the big bulge in Lute's pants, leaving little doubt to her intentions.
Due to work commitments, Lute could only stay at the lake for a long weekend. But his parents, along with his aunt and uncle and Caroline were all staying for a full week. And from what Lute later learned from his Aunt Lynn, who was married to his dad's brother Jack, Caroline was fully welcomed into the Casey family fold. Meaning she joined them in the partner-swapping that had been going on amongst them for years. And in addition to fucking Charlie, Lute's dad, and Jack, she'd also done a raucous threesome with Charlie and Lynn.
According to Lynn, Caroline was thrilled by her introduction to the Casey brothers' big cocks, and over the course of the week she got fucked six ways to Sunday. So by the time she left, any of her lingering sexual inhibitions had been tossed aside and she was fully in the swing of their family frolics.
As for Lute, it'd been several years before at the lake house that he'd first spied his mom doing the wild thing with his Uncle Jack. And since then his world hadn't been quite the same. He was unable to erase the image of his mother leaning over the end of the old brass bed, her big tits dangling down like succulent udders while Jack took her from behind with his big cock. It was the hottest and most mind-bending thing Lute had ever seen, and he couldn't shake it.
Lute had taken a psychology class in college and knew that some of his attraction to Caroline was due to the misplaced lust he felt towards his mother. So, okay, he had a bit of an Oedipus complex, but none of that mattered as he drove to his aunt's new home, curious about what might transpire between them. His mother was off-limits to him, but her sexy near-twin sister would do just fine.
When he arrived at Caroline's new place that Saturday, Lute saw it was a handsome old three story brownstone on a classy tree-lined street, confirming she'd landed very well after her divorce. Then after going through the iron gate and up the steps to the big oak front doors, Caroline greeted him warmly in her t-shirt and shorts then hustled him in, gave him another long hug and a kiss on the cheek, and put him to work.
Several of Caroline's old friends and their spouses were also there lending a hand. And the assembled crew had plenty to do unpacking boxes, moving furniture, and hefting various things between floors of the beautifully remodeled home. As they did, Caroline scurried about giving directions and unpacking. It was a great place and she was obviously pleased about the prospects of living there.
With rock music playing on the stereo, pizza and beer were spread out in the kitchen, so Lute got acquainted with Caroline's friends as they noshed and drank while they worked. A mix of academics, artists, and public servants, they were an interesting and fun-loving bunch -- far different from the stuffy rich people he'd met at a party some years before at Caroline's Boston home.
