New Years Eve For Tyler Pt 01

New Year's Eve for Tyler, Part 1

** This is a standalone story, but read "Christmas Eve for Tyler" for more background.

"Let's hear it for Jasmine, all the way from Vegas, our spotlight girl of this New Year's Eve partayyyyy!" the DJ in the smoky room boomed out over the speakers. The colored lights rotated wildly in the dark strip club, making it hard to see. "Only the best at Club Xtreme! Next up on the main stage is... Amber!" A few of the men in the crowd clapped. Some even moved to take a seat right at the stage.

"God that Jasmine chick is hot!" Jack said as he walked back to his friends. He was sitting at the stage for Jasmine's set, throwing her singles and getting her attention.

Tyler was joined by his high school friends Matt, Ryan, and Jack, who were all on Winter break from their respective colleges, too. It was New Year's Eve and the club was open to ring in the New Year with specials. One of the specials was flying Jasmine in from Las Vegas as a headliner for the night. And she was incredible.

"This place is awesome!" Ryan said over the loud music.

"Yeah, thanks for suggesting it, Matt," Jack agreed.

Jack nodded his head and raised his bottle of beer in salute before taking a drink.

"So, classes are going ok?" Matt asked Tyler.

"Yeah... so far so good," Tyler nodded. "How's your girl situation?" he asked, smiling. None of the four had a steady girlfriend at the moment.

"God... they are nibbling," Matt said, "but nobody's biting yet."

"Same here," Tyler agreed.

"Hi boys!" the stripper Jasmine walked up to their table interrupting all of their conversations. "Having a party tonight?" Matt was closest to her, so she sat sideways on his lap, her left arm draped over his shoulder. She was wearing a very revealing bathing suit, especially considering her obviously enhanced DD-cup breasts were bursting out of it.

"Yeah we are!" Jack said, smiling broadly.

"We love partying here," Ryan said.

"Please join us," Jack, her obviously anxious fan, said.

"If you want, I can party with you a little out here," Jasmine smiled. "Or we can take it to the back for a lot more fun."

"What can we do out here?" Tyler asked.

"Well, for $10," Jasmine said, looking at each guy in turn, "I can give you a lap dance for a song and give you a little... peek... at the goods."

"A peek at those tits again?" Jack asking, very happy about that.

"You know it baby," she smiled right back at him, squeezing her tit with her free hand. "For $30, we can go to the back where it's private. That's where the real fun is."

"What's the real fun?" Jack asked.

"I get fully naked, top to bottom, and give you the best fucking lap dance of your life," she smiled, squirming a little in Matt's lap.

"I'll take a little lap dance right here," Matt said.

"Mmm... Ok. We'll just wait for the next song then."

It didn't take long for the song to end and the next one to begin and every guy at that table had his eyes glued on her. Jasmine mostly looked right into Matt's eyes, but occasionally looked at the others, gauging which one would be her next pick to dance for.

She ground her hips into him and occasionally pulled her bathing suit top aside to reveal the hard nipple on the tip of her very large breast.

Even before the song was over, Jack had grabbed his cash out of his pocket and was ready to go.

"You want a ride, sugar?" Jasmine asked him sweetly. She got off Matt's lap and held out her hand for Jack. He took it and waved back as she led him back towards the private rooms.

Jack was the first one to lose all of his money as dancer after dancer came and went and drinks flowed. When the bar closed at 2:30am, they all got up and staggered into the parking lot. None of them were really drunk, but they were all a bit... buzzed.

"Thank you guys," Tyler said, waving to them all as they drifted off to their cars in the small lot.

"Thanks Tyler!" Matt said.

"We'll get together again before we head back to school, right?" Ryan asked.

"Yeah, that'll be great," Tyler said. With a final wave of goodbye, he got into his car and drove home. He never got a private lap dance, but did receive a few at the table, so his cock was pretty hard and he was pretty excited when he finally pulled into the driveway.

It was 3am when he silently walked into the front door and slipped his shoes off. He walked up the stairs towards his bedroom, but, when he reached Eve's room, he stopped. All the lights in the house were out and he was in an urgent need. And the last thing he wanted to do tonight was masturbate.

It'd been a week since he'd slept with his Aunt Eve and he was a little hungry for some more. He opened her bedroom door and crept inside, quietly closing the door behind him. He could see her with the light from the window, lying in the bed on her stomach.

As he walked towards the bed, he took his clothes off and dropped them on the floor. He pulled the blankets aside enough for him to slide into the bed and crawled up onto it. He moved close to Eve and knelt beside her ass. He lifted her night shirt and fondled her ass for a moment before pulling her panties aside.

He licked first one finger, then another, and slid them along the crack of her ass, sliding down along her pussy. Slowly he pushed his fingers inside, feeling her warm pussy slowly getting wetter and wetter. When he pulled his fingers free, he circled her pussy and teased her clit to get her even more excited. She was sleeping very heavily and didn't respond more than a hitch in her breathing and a slight moan.

His grabbed his shaft and fisted it, getting himself ready, then moved closer, kicking his leg over her to sit on the back of her thighs. He slid his cock along the crack of her ass to line it up. Grabbing both of her ass cheeks, he pulled them apart and slowly pushed his cock forward, slowly piercing her pussy.

God she felt so good. He truly needed her tonight. "Oh shit," he whispered quietly, feeling her pussy engulf and squeeze him, her warmth and wetness making his cock slide so easily.

Eve softly moaned in her sleep, but didn't wake up. He slowly increased in speed and intensity, grabbing her hips for leverage.

"Mmmm," she moaned, slowly waking up, slowly realizing what was happening.

"Yeah... that's my good girl," he said, stroking harder and deeper into her, his hips slapping against her ass, making it jiggle. "Oh, good girl... aw yeah," he whispered a little louder. His cock was definitely feeling the pleasure.

"Yeah... feels so good," Eve moaned softly. "Come on... get on top of me." She slowly turned her upper body in order to turn over. "Give me more... more of that nice, nice cock, baby."

Then she saw who it was in the dim light.

"Tyler!" she said, a little louder than she probably should have. "Oh my God, Tyler!" Tyler backed away a little, sliding his cock from inside her. His Mom lay on the bed, covering herself as much as she could with the blankets. "You're supposed to be out. What the fuck! I thought you were your father."

"Mom? What the fuck are you doing here?" Tyler said, surprised himself.

"Fuck! I'm the worst mother ever!" Amy said, burying her face in her hands. "Tyler, what are you doing?"

"I don't know," he said, obviously surprised it was her. "I didn't know it was you!"

"Holy shit... oh my God," she said, knowing what they just did and knowing how good it felt.

"It's... it's ok Mom," Tyler said, laying down on the bed, too. "It was an accident. I'm... I'm sorry."

"Yes it was definitely an accident," she said, nodding emphatically, emphasizing that she didn't do that willingly, that neither one knew it was the other.

"I'll just... I'll just go to the bathroom real quick. Ok?"

Amy looked at him then looked at his cock. It was standing straight up from his body, slightly throbbing with his heartbeat. "Ok... why?"

"Cause I gotta finish," he said, sitting up. "I'm so hard Mom. I gotta jerk off."

She swallowed hard, still looking at his cock. She hadn't felt this excited in so long. This was so... wrong... but so exciting. She had to admit to herself that she enjoyed what he did. She felt guilty but... she wanted at least a little more.

"You don't have to go... It's ok," she said softly, trying to sound motherly, trying to sound reassuring. "You... you can just do it right here. Can't you?" She was so embarrassed that she even suggested it as it came out of her mouth. This was not motherly. This was perverted. He was her own son and she was trying... no... she was wanting to see more of his dick.

"Yeah... I mean... I guess so," he said, a little surprised. But his cock needed attention badly. He lay back on the bed and slowly stroked his shaft as his Mom seemed to show a little too much desire to watch. "Are you sure?"

She nodded slowly, feeling so embarrassed. What in the hell did he think of her? She turned towards him and moved a little closer, her eyes unable to leave his gorgeous cock. Her mouth felt so dry and she grew more and more excited. He was so hard.

He closed his eyes, trying not to think about her watching him, as his hand continued to move up and down his shaft. After watching the strippers all night, he needed some relief.

His eyes flew open as he felt her hand touch his thigh. He stared at the ceiling, unable to even look at her. He could hear her breathing more heavily as she slid even closer. Her fingertips slipped up and down his thigh, tracing lines so close to his cock. He couldn't believe this was happening.

Then her hand cupped his balls, squeezing and rolling them in her hand.

"Mom?" he asked softly.

"Yes," she said, her hand still fondling him. "It's ok," she whispered. Her hand moved up to his shaft, her fingers wrapping around it, stroking just beneath his hand. "I just want to help you. Let me help you."

He let go of his shaft and let her continue stroking him. Her hand felt so different, so much softer. And she felt experienced, her hand sliding over the head, sending extra pleasures over his body.

"Oh!" he gasped. "Mom... I'm gonna cum," he whispered.

"No... don't do that," she whispered, starting to feel guilty again. It just wasn't right for a mom to make her son cum let alone touch his cock like this.

"What?" he said, surprised. It wasn't like he could just stop this now.

"Don't do that," she said, even as her hand kept stroking him. "Not yet. I don't want you to cum. Please... I can't be the one who makes you cum." Then her hand let him go.

He felt his cock throbbing. There was no way he wasn't going to cum. It was simply a matter of when, where, and how. When she let go of his cock, he couldn't take it any more. She couldn't just tease him like this. She couldn't take him this far and not let him finish.

"Fuck!" he moaned. He got up on his knees and pushed her, moving between her legs, his cock throbbing so close to her pussy.

"Tyler!" she said a little louder than she wanted. "What are you doing?" She moved as if trying to stop him, without really putting much effort into it. She wasn't sure she really wanted to stop him.

"I can't stop, Mom," he moaned. "I need this." He pushed his hips forward and slid inside her pussy again as she put her hands on his chest, pushing weakly.

"Fuck!" she said. "No!" She pushed on his chest and moved her hips and legs, but he was too strong... and her body didn't want him to stop, even if her head did.

"Doesn't it feel good?" he said, thrusting in and out of her growing wetness.

"What?" she asked as if wondering how he could even ask her such a question. "Yeah... but..."

"I know you don't want me to stop," he said, grabbing her legs and lifting them towards the ceiling, giving him a better angle. He wrapped his arms around them, hugging them tightly to his chest, giving him more leverage.

"Oh my God, why does your cock have to feel so good?" she moaned, watching him, her face showing every pleasure as it passed over her. "This is so fucking wrong."

"I'll stop if you want me to," he panted. "If you really want me to."

She shook her head, then blushed in embarrassment. "I don't know... I don't know."

"My cock is so hard. I need to cum," he grunted, his hips slapping against her ass.

"No," she said finally. "I don't want to stop... it feels too good."

He kept thrusting into her, closing his eyes for a moment, letting his body take control. Never in a million years had he ever thought he'd be in this position.

"Ohhhhh... fuuuuuck!" she moaned, grabbing the sheets hard in her hands, and he felt her pussy gush on his cock as her body trembled, pushing him away in her orgasm.

"Fuck," he moaned as he pulled out of her and fell down onto the bed. His wet cock was still so hard.

Amy... his loving, horny-as-hell Mom... quickly turned over, grabbed his cock and slipped him into her mouth.

"Oh!" he moaned loudly, watching her slide her mouth up and down his shaft rapidly, almost desperately, her tongue working the underside. She looked insatiable.

"Is this what you wanted?" she asked, slurping on the tip of his cock as her hand stroked him rapidly.

"Fuck yes... that's what I need."

She shook her head a moment. "God, it's so big," she said and slid him all the way to the back of her throat, gagging softly.

"Oh God," he moaned.

She raised her mouth off him, coughed, and spit on her hand. She stroked his wet shaft slowly, using the spit as additional lubrication. "This is so fucking crazy. I can't believe we're doing this. But... I need more. I need to... sit on your cock." Amy rose to her knees, holding his cock still, and kicked a leg over him. "Yeah. Just... like... this," she said, slowly pushing his cock inside her as she sat down on him.

"Fuck, Mom!" he groaned, feeling her pussy squeeze his cock as it slid deeper and deeper. Then she started fucking him, grinding her clit into his pubic bone.

"This is so fucking dirty," she moaned, feeling too excited to stop. "But... but baby... I don't understand something. Why... why did you come in here? Why did you come in here and start fucking me?"

She was grinding her hips and bouncing on his cock as she thought about it a moment. Then she suddenly stopped and looked down at him in shock, finally understanding.

"Oh my God! Oh my fucking God!" she said, shaking her head. "Are you... are you fucking my sister?" she asked, her voice sounding so accusatory.

Tyler didn't know what to say and just looked up her.

She slapped his chest. "Tell me!" she demanded.

"Yeah... we did... once," he admitted, blushing in embarrassment.

She closed her eyes, her hands covering her face as she shook her head slowly. "Oh my God that was so wrong," she said. "And this is so wrong, too."

"I just... I thought... I thought you were her," I said, trying to find an excuse for fucking her. "Why are you in here?"

"Your father's snoring really bad... I couldn't sleep in there," she said.

"But... why in here?" he asked. "Where's Aunt Eve?"

"She fell asleep in the basement not long after the ball drop," Amy said. "We had a bit too much to drink."

Tyler felt his cock twitch, reminding him that he STILL hadn't cum yet. And he really needed to. He moved, just slightly, lifting and dropping his hips, slightly fucking her.

"Oh," Amy moaned, closing her eyes for a moment, feeling him move inside her. "Your dick feels so good." She started moving again, slowly at first, but building in speed and intensity once again.

"Fuck... yeah, you're so wet," he moaned. He felt too restricted, and wondered if she was only going to tease him again, wasn't going to let him finish again. And he couldn't do that. He had to cum.

Tyler pushed up forcefully, twisting a little, to flip them over so that he was on top, on his knees between her legs as his Mom giggled.

"Oh my," she said.

Tyler lay on her, holding her down with the weight of his body as he started fucking her with small, rapid strokes.

"God that feels good!" she moaned. She reached up and grabbed his head, holding it softly, looking into his eyes. "Baby! I'm gonna... I'm gonna..."

"Fuck! Oh fuck!" he groaned, feeling her body start to tremble, feeling his own body getting ready to just let go.

His Mom was breathing harder, faster... panting. Her faced contorted, her mouth opening wider in a silent scream as her body shook uncontrollably. "Fuck!" she moaned, barely able to speak at all. And suddenly she came again her body shaking, her toes curling.

"Oh my God! Oh my God!" he moaned, feeling her pussy clenching on him, squeezing him, milking his cock, trying to drain his balls. He kept fucking her, even as she came, her body quickly moving into another orgasm as her head fell back on the bed, her eyes rolling back in her head.

His cock started erupting and he pulled out of her, but not before spraying in and around her pussy. He grabbed his shaft and stroked it, directing the remaining streams of cum onto her stomach and chest as he panted.

Still breathing heavily, he fell to his back on the bed beside her. "Oh my God," he whispered.

Amy slid her hand down, touching his hot cum, rubbing it into her body. She scooped a little onto her finger and brought it up to her mouth, tasting him for the first time as he watched.

"God you taste so good," she whispered, gathering even more up and sucking that into her mouth. "It just makes me want you more."

"I better... I better go to my own room," Tyler said as he rose and sat on the edge of the bed. He stood and grabbed his clothes, then walked to the door. When he looked back, his Mom was lying on the bed, fully naked, fully exposed, just watching him as her fingers slowly slid through her pussy.

Quietly, he slipped out the door and down the hall to his own bedroom.

*****

After waking up, the entire day, into the afternoon and early evening seemed... uncomfortable... for everyone. In her guilt, Amy was acting very clingy to David, her husband, asking him question after question, trying to appear to just be interested in his week. But to David it felt forced.

Amy was a little too obvious in avoiding Tyler, too, which Tyler tried to help. Any time they might be alone, Amy stopped what she was doing and left, followed by Tyler just a minute later, going in different directions. It was as if the two just couldn't sit in the same room together.

Eve could feel the tension and wondered what could have happened. It certainly hadn't been there yesterday. She grew suspicious that something had happened between Amy and Tyler, something they were hiding... something that they were trying to make sure didn't happen again.

After dinner, Tyler's Dad left the table to go watch the college football games on the TV downstairs. His Aunt and Mom stayed at the table, talking, while he just listened.

"Oh my gosh," Amy said to Tyler, as the conversation turned to talking about the relationship between Amy and Eve. "We actually hated each other growing up."

"Mmhmm," Eve nodded. "Yeah, we did. It didn't help that mom and dad fought all the time." Eve lifted her coffee mug and took a sip, holding it carefully with both hands.

Amy shrugged. "I think they just rushed into marriage."

Eve looked at Tyler. "That's just the tip of the iceberg," she explained. "With their egos... conflicting personalities... and really different values, it's no wonder they fought. He wanted her to stay at home and she wanted a career. I mean, there wasn't any middle ground."

"What did they even see in each other?" Amy asked, taking a sip of her own coffee.

"They were both good looking and enjoyed the sex," Eve giggled.

"Yeah... maybe just like us," Amy giggled with her.

"Not you... You are sweet and innocent as a peach," Eve smiled, almost laughing, her eyes sparkling over some untold story. She somehow seemed to know that Amy wasn't so innocent.