Mom steered her Buick Terraza onto I-45 and headed south towards Corsicana and Aunty Darla's home. Pop was away at some convention in Chicago and the 35-year-old pornstar had invited Mom, Lucy and me down for a long week-end.
Lucy and I settled back in the rear seats and cuddled. Since Pop had got the family together, I had become very fond of my 19-year-old stepsister and we now both delighted in sharing each other's bodies. "Hmm," I mused, sliding a hand under my stepsister's miniskirt, "no panties!" Lucy grinned: "Well, I knew I'd be sitting next to you Tony!"
Then she took her hand from my crotch and asked Mom: "What's Aunty Darla got planned for the week-end?" Linda shifted lanes in the steady Saturday morning traffic and replied: "She says she's got a couple of games in mind for today and tomorrow – some sort of races, I think."
Lucy frowned. "Races? Track was never a good subject for me at college, mom, hope I can keep up." My 40-year-old stepmother laughed. "Don't worry, if I know your Aunty Darla I doubt that they're foot races, Lucy. Knowing Darla they'll be sexy, though."
We swung into the leafy dead-end road where Aunty Darla's home was situated and Mom drove into the three-car wide basement garage, alongside her sister's sleek Aston-Martin Vantage. Hmm, I thought, porn must pay.
Entering the property through the rear door of the garage, we came across a large poolside area and Aunty Darla, clad only in a bright red thong and high heels walked to greet us. "Hi gang, I was just getting everything prepared – take 'em inside Linda and get ready. Bikinis or nude – and girls, wear high heels," said the busty blonde.
Inside, Mom selected her guest bedroom, Lucy and I checked into another and stripped naked. Lucy left her high heels on and we walked downstairs just behind Mom, who had also decided to go nude.
Once outside by the pool, which was secluded and not overlooked by neighbours being at the very end of the dead end street, I saw that Aunty Darla had arranged three large recliners alongside each other. In front of them was a table, on which stood a large container of Piz Buin suntan lotion and a chiller holding several bottles of Coors Lite.
On the tiled poolside was what I knew from Aunt Darla's bondage movies to be a spreader bar. Lying alongside it was a wooden board with two small holes on the outsides and a larger one in the middle.
Lucy and I sat down on a recliner, Mom took the middle one and Darla stood in front of us, her massive 44 EE breasts gleaming in the hot Texas sun. "Welcome to my modest little home," she joked. "I've planned a week-end of races, which I think you're going to enjoy."
She paused as Lucy and I exchanged glances, then continued: "The first races involve us women having orgasms, only the winner of the race is not to the first to finish, but the last." Linda looked at us and grinned: "See, kids, I said it would be sexy!"
Darla smiled: "Tony, you're going to be the one to bring us off. You can use your mouth and tongue, your cock – except penetration with the cock is not allowed – and your fingers. We'll each be timed and the person who can hold out the longest is the winner.
"And you'll be on the honours system to announce when the orgasm starts to take hold, right?" Mom and sis nodded.
Lucy piped up: "And what does the winner receive, aunty? A gold medal?" Darla shook her head: "'Fraid not. The winner gets to spend the day being pampered hand and foot by the two losers, who have to fetch, carry, pour, cook and so on. And, of course, she gets to use Tony, too, if she wishes."
Darla looked inquiringly, but we had no further questions. "Good, then we'll begin," she said. "Since it's my idea I'll go first so you can see what's involved. Then we'll go in alphabetical order – you sis, then young Lucy."
The lovely pornstar then removed the black Timex Ironman watch from her wrist and tossed it to mom. "You're the first timekeeper, sis," Darla announced, then looked at me.
"Tony?" said my aunt. I sprung up beside her, my seven inches of cock rigid in the warm sun. "You get me into position, then oil my body, OK?" I bent over and picked up the spreader bar. This was going to be fun!
AUNTY DARLA:
I attached Darla's ankles to the leather straps at end of the spreader bar, an act which spread her high-heeled shoes almost four feet apart and forced her into a position that highlighted her lovely calves.
Then I picked up the wooden object and saw that it was made of three squares, each of them hinged. "My head goes in first," Aunty Darla informed me. I unhinged the central piece of wood and when it was bolted back into place, her head was trapped in it, her chin resting on the wood. She then raised one hand and I repeated the procedure. The part trapped one hand, the last piece her other hand. Now her fists were in the little "pillory" about 10 inches to a foot from her cheeks.
"Now put lotion on – only don't put it on my pussy, Tony," she instructed me, "you don't want to taste Pizz Buin, you want to taste pussy!"
