Dealing With Dads Sister 2

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~~~ Wednesday ~~~

Aunt Jackie left early the next morning - just like last time. She got up, got dressed and left - all without a word. Mom's hand tightened against my chest and I knew she was seeing her sister-in-law leave as well.

Once the front door latched, I turned to look at her.

"Did she stay all night last time?" mom asked.

I nodded.

"What was it ... what did she ask about her breasts?"

I felt my face flush crimson. I knew I would have to tell mom the truth - but I couldn't face her. I stared at her fingers and stammered out my confession.

"Last time, when we were recovering, I asked her if I could ... if I could suck on her breasts," I admitted.

"What did she do?"

"She rolled on top of me and ..."

"Like you two did last night?" she asked.

I nodded again.

She was quiet - thinking.

"Why?" I asked.

"With your father, she always waited a few minutes after coitus - just snuggling - never talking - and then she would get up and get dressed and leave."

"Right after?" I asked.

Mom nodded and said, "She is off her 'script' as you called it."

"Did I mess up?" I asked.

"She and you ... well ... you seemed to enjoy it."

I turned an even brighter shade of red than I was already.

"Come on, Henry," mom said. "What is it they say? If you enjoy your work, you'll never work another day in your life?"

"Mom," I gasped, "I'm not sure I'm supposed to enjoy having incest sex with my dad's sister."

After a moment, she said, "I don't think you should feel guilty."

"Mom," I said, "Leading up to last night, I was actually looking forward to her coming back. That's not right, is it?"

"Your father always felt guilty - apologized to me endlessly. Don't let it bother you. You're not chasing after her for sex."

She kissed my temple and rolled over, throwing back the covers to get out of bed. I watched her leave, wondering if I'd need to fulfill my other promise to my father. Would I come to crave sex with her as well? Was I not filthy - shameful - just for thinking it? Yet, I had promised dad I would do whatever I needed to - and he was barely cold in the grave ...

By the time I showered and got dressed, mom had a quick breakfast ready for me - and lunch in a bag for me to take with me. She kissed my cheek, hugged me fiercely, and saw me to the door.

"Have a good day, Henry," she said. "I love you. Your father would be proud of you. IS. Your father IS proud of you."

She choked up with the last - and it was all I could do to get down the sidewalk, into the car, and behind the wheel without melting down. I crinkled my nose and punched myself in my trembling chin to get my focus back on starting my day. A few idiotic drivers - along my path to work - helped take my mind off of missing my father.

My day went by fairly quickly and soon I was pulling back into the driveway. Mom's car was gone. We were still trying to figure out what we were going to do with dad's vehicle. For now, it was in the garage.

I was still getting my things together when mom pulled in beside me. I waited for her at the edge of the driveway.

She looked positively radiant. I got a hug and a peck on the lips.

"Good day?" I asked.

"I visited with Jeannie for a bit. She told me that the preschool was looking for someone to read stories to the kids so I popped down there and the teachers had me read two books to the little cherubs after their afternoon nap. They want me to come back every Wednesday."

I gave her a squeeze and said, "That's super!"

(Jeannie was the secretary at the church. She and mom chatted often while dad was "running missions" as I like to call it - doing his secret agent job - although there wasn't anything secret about it. Mom chatted with Jeannie and - when I was little - I tagged along with dad.)

"How is Jeannie?" I asked.

"We chatted, had a good cry, and then I stopped back to tell her 'thanks' for sending me to the preschool," mom said.

"Good," I told her.

"Help me with dinner?" she asked, hooking her arm through mine and guiding me to the front door.

"I wouldn't be much of a son if I told you 'no', would I?" I asked.

"You'd still be a fine son," she said.

"You're biased," I said, snickering.

"Maybe just a little," she said, the edge of her mouth curling into a bit of a smile.

I punched in my door-code and let us inside. Mom headed to her room and I navigated my way through the boxes in my bedroom to get to my dresser. She caught me on my way back out of the maze.

"After dinner," she said. "Why don't you help me box up your dad's clothes and you can move your stuff into his space in the bedroom."

I looked at her, trying to decide if there was anything more there. She stared back.

"Are you sleeping in your room any time soon?" she asked, finally.

"Probably not," I sighed. "Dad ordered me to be a permanent thorn in your side."

"Ordered?" she snickered.

She took one look at the serious expression on my face and wrapped my cheeks in her palms, pressing her forehead to mine.

"You don't have to," she said.

"I promised him," I said.

"I won't tell," she said.

"Mom!" I gasped.

"You both have this testosterone-fueled need to protect me," she growled.

"You're worth protecting," I said.

Mom's fierce hug was back again. Her face was buried in my chest. She didn't sob but she wouldn't let go for the longest time. When she finally did, the drill-sergeant was back ...

"I'll work on dinner. Empty what boxes you can, so that we'll have some available for your father's things. Stack the rest of them out of the way - not scattered around like you have them now."

"I'll have you know," I told her (adding a little dramatic flair to my voice), "there is a highly sophisticated method to my madness."

"They're sorted alphabetically?" she asked, snickering.

"Reverse prime derivatives ..." I said - unable to keep from grinning.

"Well, then, by all means," she said, grinning back, "get your derivatives primed - and then stack them against the far wall so they're out of the way."

"Yes, mother," I sighed.

"After dinner, we'll box up your dad's things. We'll make a keep stack and a donate stack."

I sighed - heavily.

"What's that sigh for?" she asked.

"I'm gonna load those boxes into my car and drive by the donation center for at least three weeks before I finally remember that I'm supposed to stop there," I complained.

"I'll call you before you leave work and remind you," she said, laughing.

"Fine," I said, defeated.

"After your father's stuff is out, you can move your things in," she said.

"What will Heather think?" I asked.

"She slept with us last time she was here, I'm sure she'll do it again - and I don't think she'll say a thing."

I nodded - and got to work. Mom headed for the kitchen.

I forget what she called it - some kind of homemade beefy pasta thing. I ate more than I should. After dinner, we got everything shifted around and still had time to chill in front of the fire.

It had been more than a month since I'd logged onto my gaming console. I couldn't say that I really missed it. It was comfortable sitting by the faux fire, just relaxing with mom. It still felt like a chunk of me was missing - but it was slowly filling in. There would always be a dad-shaped scar though.

I finished checking emails on my tablet and laid the device on the coffee table. I got up from the couch to rejoin mom, snuggling under the fleece throw. She kissed my cheek and I gave her a squeeze. We sat with an arm around each other and stared into the fire.

At bedtime, I crawled in and lay on my side, waiting for her to snuggle in behind me. Tonight, however, she got into bed on "my" side and slid over until she was lying on her back - right in front of me. She pulled my arm across her stomach so that I was holding her like I'd been holding Aunt Jackie the night before.

She put her hands on top of mine, leaned over to kiss my jaw, and closed her eyes. I snuggled in a little closer and she gave what sounded like a soft purr.

Her scent filled my nostrils and I thought about all of the time she held me as I had grown up - ear aches, bruised knees, and loose teeth.

I was soon asleep.

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As the days turned into weeks, mom found more and more things to keep her mind off of missing dad. Some of them - like visiting Jeannie - were old things that she went back to. Others - like reading to the little kids at school - were new things.

She was finally getting back to looking like the beautiful woman that I adored - rather than the empty shell that was left after dad passed.

That didn't mean that either of us was finished grieving. More than once, we held each other and cried as we remembered something about him that we missed.

A few days after my clothes moved into mom's room, my toiletries moved into the master bathroom. At first, it seemed awkward but - after a while - I didn't even notice anymore. If the bathroom door was closed (or mostly closed), someone was inside and needed privacy. If it was open, you were free to come in.

Heather visited every couple weeks - on the weekends - and slept in the bed with us. When she was there, we took turns being the filling in the sandwich. It felt odd - sleeping between the two of them - when it was my turn in the middle - but I slept without dreaming on those nights - and woke completely refreshed.

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It was Tuesday night and we were expecting our "monthly" visit from Aunt Jackie. Mom and I sat quietly in front of the fire and held each other.

The door unlocked - then opened - and dad's sister slipped inside and closed it behind her. It always amazed me how well she navigated, considering how zombie-like she appeared.

I stood and took her outstretched hand. My cock was already rock-hard. I hadn't been masturbating as much - since I was sharing a room with my mother - and it had been a couple days. Like Pavlov's bell, Aunt Jackie's arrival had my cock salivating.

I leaned forward and pressed my lips to hers. She paused mid-step and moaned, her eyes finding mine.

"I need you Henry," she purred, as our lips parted.

"I need you, too, Aunt Jackie," I admitted.

Her eyes turned towards the bedroom. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw mom rising to follow us.

Mom had stood in the hallway last time and peeked at us. I think she was worried about protecting my modesty or something. This time, as Aunt Jackie and I undressed, mom slipped into the room and dropped into the armchair by the window.

Jackie was in the bed and her arms and legs were thrown open wide - waiting for me. I crawled between her thighs, stroked my cock once, and guided it to her waiting entrance.

"Oh, yes, Henry," she purred. "I need you."

Her hungry lips captured mine as I slid into her. My gasp, as I bottomed out, was stolen away by her tongue intruding between my lips and her hands wrapping around my skull.

My left hand captured a breast and right gripped her thigh. Both of them squeezed and then held on as I began stroking my length into my aunt - slamming my cock into her grasping cunt.

I was panting, groaning, grunting, and moaning as I plowed her. I needed this. I needed to cum. I needed to make HER cum. I needed to hear her scream out my name as she came on my cock - just before I filled her with my virile seed.

"Fuck! Aunt Jackie!" I moaned.

"Fuck me, Henry," she moaned in reply. "Fuck me hard! Make me cum. I need to cum on your cock!"

I was busy - slamming my prick into my sexy aunt - but it seemed like we were off the script again. I didn't remember the word "make" before.

That, however, was a problem for another time. Right now, I needed this woman to cum - so that I could complete my mission.

"Jackie, your cunt feels so good. I'm about to explode!"

"Cum, Henry," she ordered. "Cum in me."

"You first," I said. "I want to feel your pussy clenching around my cock. I want to listen to your shuddering breaths. I want to hear you cry out my name as you orgasm - as your climax overwhelms you. I'm going to pound your pussy until you scream. Only then ... only then will I give you my seed."

Her hands captured my face, her lips claimed my own, and she looked into my eyes.

"Yes," she said. "Make me cum."

I growled and fucked her harder. She threw back her head and gasped, her body bouncing off of the mattress as I fucked her as hard as I could. Her eyes were fluttering and a bit of drool was trying to escape from the corner of her open mouth.

"Oh! Fuck! Henry! Fuck me, Henry! Oh! Fuck! Yes! Fuck me! Oh! Henry! Yes!"

I released my hold on her left ass-cheek, brought my fingers to her pubic mound, found her clit with my thumb, and stroked and abused it.

"Oh! Henry!" she gasped. "Fuck! Fuck! Rub it, Henry!

"Cum for me, Aunt Jackie," I told her.

"Oh, fuck! Stop! Stop! Just ... just ... Oh! Don't rub ... just press on it!"

I pressed my thumb against her stiff little nub and continued to pound my cock into my aunt's grasping channel. If she didn't blow soon, I was gonna be screwed.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck!" she cried out, as her body began shuddering.

Her vagina clamped down on my cock hard - almost trying to eject me from her gripping channel. I grabbed her hips with both hands and slammed into her twice more before I gave a cough and let the floodgates fly open.

Jet after jet of semen fired from my balls - through my cock - and into my aunt's cunt.

I was still struggling to breathe when she grabbed my face and kissed the hell out of me. I was completely out of air when she released me and I collapsed onto her. Her body felt amazing but I was too exhausted to truly appreciate it.

She ran her hands up and down my back as I recovered. Her breathing was almost back to normal. She rolled me onto my back and my cock slid out of her. She grabbed it, slid it back inside, and then licked her palm clean of our mingled juices.

She raised the top half of her body up, looked me in the eyes, jiggled her breasts in front of my mouth, and giggled. Meanwhile, her groin ground against mine - working to get my prick hard again so that she could claim a second load.

"Henry ...," she purred.

I grinned evilly and said, "Yes, Aunt Jackie?"

"Henry ...," she called, more earnestly.

"What do you want, sexy woman?" I asked.

"Suck them, Henry," she pleaded.

"Please?" I asked.

"Please suck them, Henry," she begged.

She lowered her lips to mine and then raised herself up and offered her tit-flesh to my mouth again. I couldn't resist her any longer - and I had decided that I had made her suffer long enough.

She moaned and keened as I took her breasts into my fists, licked around her areolas, and then sucked the nipples hard, nibbling at them with my tongue and teeth.

"Oh! Henry! Yes!" she gasped.

Again and again she called for me to suck her breasts as she fucked herself on my cock. She climaxed again, suffered through it, and then went right back to fucking me again.

Soon enough, she had my balls convinced that it was time - and I grabbed her hips, slammed her onto my stiff rod a few more times, and then held her down onto my fountaining cock as it erupted inside of her like a geyser - with blast after blast of gooey spray exploding deep inside of her.

She collapsed onto me and I held her. I reached down and gave her firm ass-cheek a squeeze, stealing a kiss as I did. She laid her head on my chest and looked to her left. I was facing the other wall.

"Helen?" she called.

"Hi, Jackie," mom replied quietly.

I didn't turn to look at mom's face but her tone suggested surprise. Dad had never mentioned Jackie being chatty after sex.

"I smell you," Jackie said. "Your fingers are wet."

"I ... I had fun watching you," mom admitted, her voice sounded breathy.

"You should let Henry take care of you," Aunt Jackie told her.

Mom didn't answer. I didn't dare turn my head.

Jackie relaxed against me and began snoring lightly. Soon I was asleep. I didn't even hear mom turn the light out.

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Aunt Jackie was still laying on me when she stirred the next morning. I opened my eyes when she kissed me. She rolled to her left a little and I glanced over to see her kiss mom's cheek.

"Helen," she whispered.

"Yes?" mom replied - just as quietly.

"It's okay," Aunt Jackie said.

With that, dad's sister threw the covers back, crawled to the edge of the bed, covered me back up, got dressed, and left.

I turned to look at mom.

"Has she ever talked after ... before?" I asked.

"No," she said firmly.

Mom headed to the kitchen. I slipped into the shower, turned on the hot water, and thought about my time with Aunt Jackie.

My cock was aching for release again already and I lathered it up and stroked it hard - picturing my aunt's facial expression as she climaxed - all three times. Just as my balls fired, the picture in my mind flipped to my mom's face. I groaned as a slowly stroked my pulsing rod - firing the last of my jizz onto the floor of the shower - my face flushing from cumming so hard - and from thinking about mom while I did it.

I finished showering, rinsed, dried, shaved, and headed to the kitchen. Mom handed me a breakfast wrap, a bottle of apple juice, and a lunch-sack. She gave me a peck on the lips and a hug. She told me that she'd see me after work and that she loved me.

I headed out the door and took off for work. I got a mile away from the house before I realized I didn't have my phone. I didn't really need it - but I was early enough that I still had time - so I turned around to head back.

I slipped into the house, ducked into the bedroom, and grabbed it from the nightstand.

From the bathroom - with the door ajar - came quick bursts of slapping sounds - and moaning. I listened for a couple minutes as the moans got louder and stronger and then mom gasped and gave a long, low moan that had my cock standing tall again. The shower came on and I decided it was time to get out before I got busted.

I climbed behind the steering wheel and headed for work. Pre-cum was leaking into my shorts as I thought about the sultry sounds of my mother pleasuring herself. I wondered if she'd pictured my face when she'd climaxed - like I had hers.

Work went quickly (too many "last minute" reports that should have been requested weeks ago) and soon I was home once again. I eased the door open, looking around the front room as if I might find mom lying back on the couch with her fingers in her twat, screaming my name.

I was halfway to the bedroom when she came out of the guest bathroom with a scrub-brush in her hand and scared me to death. She apologized and then gave me a quick peck - but then headed to put away her cleaning things so she could start working on dinner.

We chatted as we prepared the meal - and then as we ate - but, as we sat together by the fire, nervous silence settled in. We just sat and held each other - although more loosely than normal.

When I crawled into bed, mom snuggled in behind me. She didn't drape her hand over me this time. After a few restless moments, she rolled over so that her back was to me.

I couldn't stand to let her feel like there needed to be separation between us. I rolled over and snuggled in behind her, laying my arm across her ribs, with my hand on the mattress on the other side of her.

"Henry ...," she said.

"It's okay," I told her. "As long as you don't wiggle, I promise not to poke you in the butt with my dick."

She snort-laughed and then relaxed her shoulders back against my chest. She didn't wiggle her butt.