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The days turned into weeks. Mom started scheduling things for us to do in the evenings - so that we weren't just spending our time finding new places to fuck each other throughout the house.
All of the normal tasks and chores had kind of gone by the wayside as we'd recovered from dad's death. I finally just hired one of the local kids to take care of the yardwork - preferring to spend my time with mom instead of having to fuck with it.
There were still a few lightbulbs to replace, eaves to clean, and other light maintenance tasks for me to manage. Anything that required more than a screwdriver and a pair of leather gloves became a call to a repairman or technician. I didn't have skills, the know-how, or the inclination to mess with it.
My job paid well enough and we were getting by. The bills for the funeral had been paid and the rest of the money from dad's life insurance policy had gone into a retirement account for mom. Paying the bills at the house was actually cheaper than my apartment - mostly because mom and dad already had the mortgage paid off when he passed.
Mom and I didn't go out to eat often - usually once a week - and we didn't spend money on a hundred streaming accounts. I had internet and we had a streaming service that came with our online-shopping account. That was sufficient. We still spent most nights cuddling together by the fire.
We talked about getting a more realistic-looking insert for the fireplace but - honestly - the one that we had did the job and (on the nights were we got frisky a little faster than normal) we weren't even looking at the fire.
We tried to behave ourselves a little more when we weren't in the bedroom. When we were in public, we held hands but kisses were kept to cheeks, temples, or foreheads. I loved spending time with my mother and - after a couple weeks - it became easier and easier to keep things straight.
When she and I were in the bedroom - or after the evenings activities had been completed - we were lovers. The rest of the time, she was the grieving widow and I was the supportive son.
In church, I sat with my arm around her shoulders and she leaned into me - occasionally laying her head against my cheek - or giving my knee a squeeze. Jeannie and the other ladies gave her even more hugs than before - and mom gushed about how much she appreciated their love and support. She meant every word. You could just feel it.
By the time Aunt Jackie returned, we were in a good place.
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Mom and I were just sharing a tender kiss when I heard the door. I raised mom to her feet and stood to join her. Aunt Jackie closed the door, came over, wrapped her arms around mom, and gave her a peck on the lips. She turned to me and did the same. Then she walked to the bedroom. We followed.
With little hesitation, all three of us stripped naked. Mom and I waited to see what dad's sister would do.
Once again, she climbed onto the bed and reclined against the pillows and the headboard. She spread her legs wide and held her hand out to mom.
"Come, sister," Aunt Jackie said. "Henry needs us."
Mom's lips curled into a smile. She crawled between her sister-in-law's thighs and kissed her on the lips. Aunt Jackie accepted the kiss and then waited for her to take her place. Mom sat - with her ass against my aunt's quim - and looked up at me.
Like a zombie, I stumbled forward, crawled between my lovers' thighs and slid my cock into my mother's waiting cunt. I leaned forward and kissed my mother - and then my aunt.
"Fuck her, Henry," Aunt Jackie purred. "Fill her."
After that, the evening played out much as it had the last time we'd been together.
I fucked my mother furiously until dad's sister ordered her to cum for me. When she did, I exploded inside of her. I tumbled to the bed and caught my breath.
Once again, I heard mom whimper and opened my eyes to find Aunt Jackie on her knees, worshipping and devouring my mother's pussy. My cock reflated and - in seconds - I was gripping my aunt's hips and plunging my cock in and out of her wondrous tightness.
I watched my aunt make love to my mother until my balls refilled - and then - with a loud cry - I sprayed my load inside of my aunt - painting her womb with my seed.
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As in the past, Aunt Jackie woke up just before dawn, gave mom kisses, and then me.
Before she left the bedroom, she turned and said, "When Heather comes, wait for me."
With that, she turned and left. Mom and I looked at each other.
Over the next two weeks, we returned to our daily routine and slowly forgot about Aunt Jackie's parting instructions.
Mom and I were relaxing in front of the fire when the latch on the front door began turning.
My sister stumbled inside, her breathing was ragged, tears were streaming down her face, and she looked like she hadn't slept in days. She staggered over and piled onto mother and me.
For the first several minutes, we just held her. The door was still standing open and her bags were still strung from the stoop to the front room floor - but we left them until she had calmed enough to breathe normally.
We got her onto her feet, I raised mom up, and then I stood. I went to get Sis' things and close the door. Mom went to make hot cocoa. I carried my sister's bags to her room and met them in the kitchen.
"Do me a favor and make sure I turned off the car?" Heather asked me. "I can't seem to find my keys."
The car was still running. I turned it off, grabbed the keys, hurried back into the house, and handed them to her. She gave me a quick peck on the lips.
As we sat, cuddled together in front of the fake fireplace, sipping hot chocolate, Heather told us about her attempts to reconcile with her boyfriend. They'd been sleeping in separate bedrooms for the last few weeks.
Heather said that she had come home from work early today to find him fucking some woman on their couch.
Since the apartment was in his name, she'd started packing her things and carrying them to the car. She said that the one bright spot in her day was watching the other woman get pissed at him because he didn't want to stop fucking her long enough to interact with Heather. She said that the woman finally shoved him off of her, got dressed, and helped Heather finish carrying her things out. She said the other woman left before she did and that her boyfriend - well - ex-boyfriend - was screaming at her when she left because he hadn't gotten off before Heather had fucked up his little rendezvous.
I asked her if we needed to run back and get anything and she said she was pretty sure that she had it all and that she never wanted to go back there.
We looked up as the front door opened.
"Aunt Jackie?" Heather called out. "What are you doing here?"
Dad's sister held her hand out and my sister took it and stood. Jackie pulled my sibling into her arms and gave her a peck on the lips.
"For a long time, I needed my brother," Jackie whispered. "He took care of me when I needed him. You need your brother. Let him take care of you."
She took the cup from my sister's hand and set it on the coffee table. She led her to the bedroom that we always used when she visited - the same bedroom where my sister had slept with my mother and me. Mom and I hurried to set our cups by Heather's and headed after the pair.
Jackie was already naked. Heather was staring at our dad's sister as she undressed her. Aunt Jackie looked up at me.
Seeing that I wasn't moving quickly enough, she said, "Henry, your sister needs you."
Once they were both naked, Aunt Jackie got onto the bed the same way she had the last two times with my mother. She maneuvered my sister until she was in place, holding my sibling's naked body open for my eyes to devour.
Jackie looked at mom and said, "Join us, sister." She looked at me and said, "We need you, Henry."
"What ... what's going on?" Heather asked.
"When my brother was alive," Jackie whispered in her ear, "he took care of me. I needed him and he helped me. Your brother takes care of me now - and he takes care of your mother."
