This is chapter three of a multi-part series, so If you haven't read the previous chapter, I would recommend doing so. This one is a long one. I just could not find a way to cut it down.
Critical, kind comments are welcomed!
As always, all characters in my stories are eighteen years or older.
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If only my teenage self could see me now, he would rub his cock so raw masturbating to what is now my reality!
Back then, when my aunt and uncle would come to our house or we would go over there, I would just stare at those magnificent jugs hiding behind some tight piece of fabric. Imagine what they looked like naked. As she walked around or maybe bounced around doing something, then bend over to tease me with the view of her cleavage. Maybe even accidentally hug me to let me feel those large, hard nipples press against my chest. Ugg!!
My young cock would get so hard, it would hurt. I wanted to touch them and feel them in my hands. I wanted to see myself jerking off and spurting all over them as she smiled at me. My mind would then wander down and ask myself if the carpet matched the drapery? MMmm.. the memories!.
Most times I could wait until I got home, got under the covers that night to relive those images, those moments as my hand gave my cock a death grip and rubbed it fiercely until I came. Other times I would have to run into the bathroom and in the hamper, dig for a pair of panties and rub them on my cock until I came in them.
The problem with that was in Aunt Linda's dirty clothes, I never could find a pair of panties. I found her bras, but never any panties. Mother always had a couple of pairs of panties in her dirty clothes for me to masturbate into.
My teenage self would go absolutely crazy knowing what I know now. About why there were no panties in her dirty clothes for me to masturbate into. Her owner, my uncle, had a no panty rule for her. She was forbidden to wear any panties. Or how she enjoys licking her younger sister, my mother's pussy to multiple orgasms.
If I could go back to that stupid, boob-hungry teenager and tease him with the fact that in 12 years, he would no longer have to masturbate to the images of Aunt Linda topless or naked. She would be naked. Not only would she be naked, but she would also be kneeling under the table and worshipping your cock.
As she is obediently enjoying my cock, my hands are massaging those globes, the soft flesh of her boobs in my hands as she licks and kisses my cock, I am pulling hard on those fat nipples. Each twist or pull on her nipple would send her into orbit as her mouth would exhale a low groan or moan of pleasure.
The more I play with them, the more she is running her fingers between the folds of her shaved pussy. Edging herself closer to an orgasm that she needs my permission to enjoy. I will make her beg for that release.
Why would this older woman, this beautiful queen of the neighborhood, my sexy as fuck aunt, be worshipping this young man's cock? Because I told her to. I can only imagine what my young face would look like, being told that I get to own her.
I get to tell her when she can enjoy my cock and how she will enjoy me fucking whatever hole that I want. Then after fucking whatever hole I decide, I will watch as she licks up any juices that leak onto the floor.
My young mind would explode learning that she belongs to me and that my sexy mother is also offering herself to me. Me? A stud muffin with a sexy aunt who would do anything I told her to, willingly and with enthusiasm. My young cock just could not handle the pressure!
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Lost in my own little world, sitting at the kitchen table, trying to read some contracts, with my aunt, naked and kneeling between my legs, worshipping my cock as if I were a king or something. I'm liking it, but it is interrupting my concentration as I try to read. It's not working.
That's when I heard my mother's phone ring. The caller ID showed it was the limousine company. Since she was still sleeping in the office with my cum in her mouth, I answered it. It was our chauffeur, Charlie telling us the flight had been delayed another two hours due to weather and to expect him a little later than planned.
For once I enjoy hearing about the snowstorm and the delays. This gives us a chance to relax, digest what just happen and what's about to happen.
I remember in my college psychology class, learning that there is a point in time when all the chaos around you is upsetting the status quo, the mind just gives in to the inevitable and accepts the current version as the new reality.
Leaving behind your old mindset and moving forward as if it was never there. That explains why I am now feeling pretty good about just having mouth fucked my own mother while watching her older sister lick her pussy to multiple orgasms. And I Feel Fine!
Now I just need to understand this contract. What they expect for my services and what I need to charge them for my "services".
My slave stops licking my cock long enough to fill me in on the basics as she remembers them. As well, she reminds me that my mother would really like me to fuck her. Yea, ok. I remind her of our deal. I told them my story, now, before anyone gets fucked, I want to hear their story.
Just at that moment, we hear some noise from the office and the slow patter of feet dragging down the hallway. I'm figuring that's mother dear, starting to wake up and join us. She pauses in the entryway. She has given up on any clothing and stands there naked. Her hair a mess, her eyes twinkling and her nipples are hard. I'm betting she is still wet between her legs.
