This story is my true life and is mostly about my relationship with my cousin, aunt, and mother. So yes it is about lesbian incest. If that is not what you are into then I would find something else to read.
For new readers who are interested: My name is Lucy. I am a Midwestern science teacher. I stand about 5'7" maybe 5'8". I am a 34F cup and I am in good shape. My mother is a little taller than me and has a 37F bra size. She is just as thin as me. We live with my Aunt Jill who looks remarkably like my mom, though with lighter hair and smaller boobs (only 36D) and my cousin Kristen who is only 5'6" and is a 34D. Her hair is lighter as well. If you haven't read my earlier chapters they start with me coming to grips with being a lesbian and of course having a relationship with my mother and progress to where I am now.
So now that I am teaching I usually get home last. After school, I stay after for cheerleading practice. I love coaching and I love my squad. We have so much fun. So one day I got home and as I walked in through the garage I found my Aunt Jill making dinner in the kitchen. I gave her a hug and a kiss and then I thought I heard Kristen moaning and grunting. So I gave Jill a funny look and she said, "That's your wild mother going at it."
I had to see for myself so I rushed off. I came into the living room and saw clothing all over the floor. I followed the trail of clothing to the stairs and ran up. Kristen was grunting at a steady tempo and so I knew my mom must be pounding her with a strap-on.
I pictured my mom doing her doggy style, but when I entered the bedroom I saw my mom laying on her back on the bed and Kristen was riding on the dildo that was strapped to my mom. Kristen's hair was all about her face and even though I couldn't see her face, I could tell she was staring into my mom's eyes, just by how her head was positioned and how my mom was looking up at her.
I watched Kristen bouncing up and down on my mom, her beautiful breasts full of life and nipples so hard. She had her hands resting on my mom's enormous chest and she would occasionally squeeze them or pull on a nipple, but then she would start slamming herself onto the dildo harder. My mom just laid there looking up at her with her hands on Kristen's hip or occasionally grabbing her butt.
These were the two women I loved the most in the whole world and they loved one another. How could that not make me happy? I watched (heard) Kristen orgasm and then she collapsed on my mom's chest. At first they just laid there with my mom rubbing Kristen's back and then they kissed and then Kristen sucked my mom's nipples for a while the whole time Kristen gently rocked on the dildo that was still deep inside of her.
Then Kristen said, "I love you." And my mom said it back and they kissed again.
I walked in and they both heard me and looked up. Kristen had the sexiest look on her face and my mom's smile was just adorable. I sat down next to them and kissed my mom first, and then after feeling Kristen grouping me through my shirt I kissed her too.
Then Kristen went down and started to take the dildo off of my mom, but I said, "No leave it on, and I started getting undressed."
I slowly took my clothes off while my mom watched. She liked seeing me unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my zipper down just a little at a time on my skirt, and then dropping it to the floor before pulling my cami off. Before I took my bra off I licked the top of my breast a couple times and my mom did the same to her own. I loved that she was getting horny for me.
I pulled off my panties first and then finally slowly took off my bra and even held my hands in front of my nipples for a while, but my mom suddenly came alive and grabbed me and pulled me to her. We made out for a bit, but as I tried to get on top of her, she instead got behind me. I was so wet and she slid in immediately and just began to pound me. My face was against the bed, but my ass was up in the air and she just was fucking me so hard. At first her hands were on my hips, but later she reached down and held on to my full breasts just like I love. She squeezed them and soon I was cumming. That's when she stuck her thumb up my ass and I let out a scream that scared the two of them. It wasn't because it hurt, because it didn't, it was just the sudden sensation and my orgasm was just so intense.
My mom stopped fucking me for a moment and I yelled, "don't stop," so she started pumping again. I may have orgasmed twice or maybe it was just a long one I'm not sure, but I was louder than usual that I do know, because Jill rushed upstairs to see what was wrong.
I remember hearing her say, "Don't hurt her Patty," but I was in so much pleasure that I didn't even stop my moaning to tell her I was fine. I think Jill saying that made my mom fuck me even harder if that was possible. Kristen laid down beside me and she was touching my face and just looking at me and I liked seeing her pretty eyes looking into mine.
So I wouldn't say that was a typical day, but things like that do happen often in our home. I love, love, love my relationships with my mom, Kristen and Aunt Jill. They are all so very special to me in different ways, and they often surprise me.
For instance my mom's birthday was coming up and every year I try to do something fun and crazy if possible for her, but this year when I brought that up to Kristen and Jill, Jill informed me that she was taking my mom away on a weekend "date" for my mom's birthday present. I wasn't jealous, though I'll admit I was a little disappointed at first, but then I thought that Jill and my mom have just as much of a right to have a special get away than mom and I do, so I was happy for them both.
So then I was thinking Kristen and I would have to have something fun planned while they were gone and my disappointment turned to excitement pretty quick. Thing is I never planned anything. I got so busy that I just sort of spaced it and then when it got closer to the weekend I just wasn't feeling it. It turned out to be an amazing weekend.
Kristen too hadn't planned anything at all assuming I would, I suppose, and so when Friday night came and our mom's left, Kristen and I were alone. It was so much fun. I made dinner for her and we just enjoyed the intimacy. Even cleaning up afterwards in the kitchen was so much fun. That entire weekend we just laid around the house and for a couple days it was like we were married and it was just the two of us. I'm actually not going to write about the sex. I'm saving that just for me, but I grew so much closer to her, plus it was nice waking up on a Saturday morning and her being there in bed with me instead of finding her getting fucked in some room by my mom with a strap-on. (Not that I don't love watching them, but just that we had great cuddle time in the morning which I love.)