Road Trip With Mom Aunt And Son

Road Trip with Mom, Aunt & Son

An incestuous road trip to remember, sex with mother & aunt.

My name is Maureen, a road trip that I'll never forget, I drove my son, Blake, from Chicago to Boston with the help of my sister, Kathy.

Author's Note:

This is a true story that I was asked to write for Maureen and her sister Kathy. After having incestuous sex with their father, their brother, their uncles, and their first cousins, both women are admitted, incestuous whores. As if they were there for the taking without having to sexually seduce them with alcohol and/or sexy, small talk, an easy conquest, they loved having incestuous sex with their blood, related relatives.

With the help of her sister, Kathy, Maureen volunteered to drive her son, Blake, from Chicago to Boston. Due to his prowess on the football field, Blake received a full scholarship to Boston College. A thousand-mile trip, Maureen rented a hotel room in Buffalo, the halfway point, albeit with only one king-sized bed.

Giving him something to masturbate over while away at college, their diabolical plan was to sexually seduce Maureen's son Blake and have a long weekend of incestuous sex with him. Well aware that he was sexually attracted to the both of them, they were eager to make his sexual fantasies come true.

Think about it. What nineteen-year-old man wouldn't want to have incestuous sex with his MILF of a mother? What nineteen-year-old man wouldn't want to have forbidden sex with his MILF of an aunt? A sexual dream come true, what nineteen-year-old man wouldn't love to have an orgy of sex with his mother and his aunt in one bed?

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A longtime coming, after thinking that my son, Blake, wouldn't even graduate from high school, quite a welcomed surprise, he was recruited and accepted to Boston College on a full, football scholarship. More than a six figure offer when counting college tuition and room and board, I was so happy that he was not only accepted to a good college but also that he had a full scholarship. Blake would not only be on their football team but also would soon be a college graduate. Maybe, he'd even be drafted by the NFL and play football on a professional football team.

"Blake, come on. We need to go. Don't bring down another thing down to take. There's no more room in the truck," I said with him coming down with two more bags of clothes.

A long and tedious drive, about one-thousand miles, a third of the way across the country, from Chicago to Boston, I volunteered to drive him with the help of my sister, Kathy. Never having driven as far, we needed to plan some sexual activities to pass the time away. I rented a full-sized SUV, a Chevrolet Suburban, to transport his things. Blake had a lot of stuff that he wanted to take with him. I also rented a hotel room in Buffalo, the halfway point with one-king-sized bed.

With my sister and I incestuous whores, feeling totally horny and sexually wicked, ready to surprise him sexually, I lied to my son. I told him that I had booked separate rooms, a room for him and a room for my sister and I. Wouldn't he be surprised and sexually excited when he discovered that the three of us will be sleeping in the same bed?

With only one king-sized bed between us, it required the three of us to sleep together in the same bed. With my son in the middle and me on one side and his aunt on the other, we didn't think any of us would be getting any sleep. The first time sleeping with my son, I couldn't wait. The first time sleeping with her nephew, my sister couldn't wait either.

We planned on giving him his sexual fantasy. We planned on giving him a weekend of sex, incestuous sex. We planned on allowing him to see me and my sister naked, totally naked without our clothes, while having his wicked, sexual way with our naked bodies. We planned on giving him a weekend of stroking, sucking, and fucking. With us giving him all the sex that he wanted, there would be no need for him to masturbate. Hoping that he'd return the sexual favor, we hoped that he'd give us multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his mouth, and his cock.

Instead of him masturbating every day while imagining us naked and having sex with us, as his reward for earning a college scholarship, we wanted to give him a memory of all that he sexually needed while away at college. After sexually teasing him since he turned 18-years-old, we planned on finally having incestuous sex with him. As much as he wanted to see his mother and his aunt naked and have sex with our naked bodies, we wanted to see Blake naked and have sex with his naked body, too.

Continuing the ruse, I planned on telling Blake that the hotel was fully booked and, fortunately, we had rented the last room. Daring one another to sexually tease him, we double dared one another to have incestuous sex with him not only at the hotel but also on the drive along the way. Deciding to finally give him all that he masturbated over when imagining us naked and having sex with us, it was our plan to give Blake something to masturbate over while he was away at college. It was out plan to make him feel loved, missed, and sexually satisfied.

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Typical of his nineteen-year-old age, continually horny, Blake was a serial masturbator. He masturbated every morning and masturbated every night and, when the need arose, sometimes he masturbated in between. Typically, he masturbated four or five times a day.

Sexually attracted to the both of us, when he wasn't masturbating over imagining me, his mother, naked and having sex with me, he masturbated over imagining his aunt Kathy, naked and having sex with her. Sexually teasing him, we lost count of how many times we flashed him. We lost count of how many upskirt peeks of our panties, up-nightgown peeks of our naked pussies, downblouse views of our bra clad breasts, and down-nightgown views of our naked breasts we gave him. Suffice to write, we flashed him a lot. When I wasn't flashing him, his aunt was flashing him.

Being the wicked and sexually frustrated mother that I am, barging in his bedroom without knocking, I deliberately caught him masturbating more than once. One time, with him wearing headphones with his eyes closed, I stayed to watch him masturbate himself while I masturbated myself. With my big, naked breasts removed from my nightgown top, I pulled, turned, and twisted my erect nipples while watching him stroke his erect prick. Exposing my red, naked pussy, I hiked the hem of my nightgown up to my waist to rub my clit and finger fuck my pussy while watching him stroke his cock faster and harder.

Having never seen him cum before but hearing him cumming plenty of times, with him wearing headphones and with his eyes closed, my perfect opportunity to spy on him, he'd never know that I was there watching him stroke his prick. Something that I could masturbate myself over later, I wanted to watch him masturbate himself. I wanted to watch him cum. Only, catching me by surprise, it wasn't until he ejaculated all over his chest and stomach that he unexpectedly popped opened his eyes while I was still in his room rubbing my pussy.

Turning the tables on me, he caught me masturbating myself while I watched him masturbating himself. Sexually aroused more than I was embarrassed, he saw me with my tits out of my nightgown, my nightgown raised to my waist, and my fingers buried in my red, naked pussy. Not only did Blake see my naked tits but also, he saw my naked pussy, too. With us staring at one another in totally sexual surprise, me staring at his erect prick and him staring at my naked tits and pussy, I was tempted to fuck him right there.

Instead, not saying anything, and not talking about it later, I turned, left his room, and closed his bedroom door behind me. I was shaking with sexual lust. I wished I could have done more than just stare at his naked prick. Yet, with it all out in the open, now he knew that I was as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to me. Now, he knew that I masturbated over him in the way that he masturbated over me. Now, he knew that I sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted me.

Sharing all of our incestuous, sexual escapades with one another, something that I couldn't wait to tell my sister, I saw Blake's naked, erect cock. I couldn't wait to tell Kathy that I watched my son masturbating himself. I couldn't wait to tell her that I watched him cum.

He made me so horny. I couldn't wait to tell her that he saw me masturbating myself. He saw my naked breasts and he saw my naked pussy. As if frozen in time, we stared at one another while sexually lusting over one another.

As wrong as it is for a mother to sexually lust over her son, it was wrong for a son to sexually lust over his mother. Yet, something that we couldn't stop from happening, we didn't care that we wanted to have sex with one another. We just did. Then, sex with my sister was another dimension of our incestuous lust.

Blake not only saw my naked breasts and my erect nipples but as if hypnotized by seeing my naked breasts, he stared at my naked breasts and erect nipples. He not only saw my naked, red, trimmed pussy but, again, as if mesmerized by my naked cunt, he stared at my naked pussy. Hoping that it would eventually come to this, mother and son having incestuous sex, I couldn't wait to stroke his prick. I couldn't wait to suck his prick and allow him to cum in my mouth. I couldn't wait to fuck his prick and allow him to cum in my pussy.

I couldn't wait to tell my sister that I not only caught Blake masturbating but also, he caught me masturbating, too. In the way that I saw and stared at his erect, naked prick, I couldn't wait to tell Kathy that he saw and stared at my naked breasts and erect nipples. I couldn't wait to tell her that he saw and stared at my naked pussy, too.

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With the both of us whores, admitted, incestuous whores, since it was a hot, summer day in late August, both my sister and I wore very, short skirts without panties and tube tops without bras over our C cup breasts. With us only wearing two items of clothing, a short skirt and a tube top, I figured that it wouldn't take him very long to notice that we were both practically naked. Adding to our sexual seduction, with the SUV overloaded, I deliberately packed the truck to leave only enough room for only the driver to sit in front and Blake to sit in back behind my sister.

Switching between me sitting on my son's lap and my sister sitting on her nephew's lap, making our sexual movements seem innocently unintentional, we'd be sitting on his lap and giving him sexually frustrating, lap dances the whole ride. I'm sure that my son didn't mind his mother and his aunt sitting on his lap while rubbing our short skirt clad asses against his cock and humping his erect prick. With me weighing only 120 pounds, my sister weighing 115 pounds, and with Blake fit and strong and weighing 230 pounds, he'd have no problem supporting us during the long ride.

Surprising him, having heard him masturbating over us, he had no idea that we knew that he was sexually attracted to us both. It made us sexually aroused to think that Blake masturbated over imagining us naked and giving him incestuous sex. Overhearing him masturbating over us in his bedroom, it was the same monologue every day. I even invited my sister over to listen to what he thought was his private conversation while he masturbated himself.

"Oh, Mom, I'd love to see you naked. I'd love to see your big, naked tits, shapely, naked ass, and beautiful, red pussy. I'd love to touch and feel you everywhere. I'd love to give you multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. I'd love for you to blow me. I'd love for you to suck my cock while staring up at me with your big, brown eyes. I'd love to cum in your beautiful mouth," he said when masturbating himself faster and harder over imagining me naked and having sex with me.

With us his favorite, sexual fantasies when masturbating himself, he had no idea that we knew that he constantly masturbated over imagining us both naked and having sex with us. If the opportunity presented itself, unaware that we were both incestuous whores, he had no idea that we'd readily have incestuous sex with him. Making his sexual fantasies come true, he had no idea that we were intent on sexually seducing him on the long ride to Boston and again in the hotel later.

"Oh, Aunt Kathy, I'd love to see you naked. I'd love to see your naked tits, your naked ass, you're your naked pussy. I'd love to touch and feel you everywhere. I'd love to give you multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. I'd love for you to blow me. I'd love for you to suck my cock. I'd love to cum in your beautiful mouth," he said much the same about my younger sister as he said about me when masturbating himself faster and harder over his aunt, Kathy.

As if a looping feed, it was the same diatribe every day whether masturbating over me or masturbating over my sister. If he wasn't masturbating over me, he was masturbating over my sister. With him not sexually experienced enough to make the first, sexual move, as long as we made the first sexual move, with him taking it slow, while hoping not to offend us and hoping that we didn't reject him, he'd surely follow. An understatement, he was eager to have sex with one of us and/or with the both of us.

"Oh, Mom. Oh, Mom," I'd hear him say more than once when walking by his room. "Blow me. Suck my cock. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth."

With the whole house shaking from him stroking his cock faster and harder, and with him not realizing that I could hear and feel him masturbating, how could he not know that I knew that he was masturbating? Stopping me in my tracks, I stood outside his bedroom door to listen.

More than once, I was tempted to barge in his bedroom without knocking. I'd love to see his erect, naked prick. I'd love to watch him stroking his big prick. I'd love to watch him cum. Masturbating together, I'd love to masturbate myself with him while imagining my son masturbating me.

"I'd love to see you and your sister, Auntie Kathy, naked. I'd love for you and your sister to suck my cock. I'd love to cum in both of your mouths," I heard Blake say behind his closed, bedroom door while masturbating himself. "I'd love to cum all over your pretty faces. I'd love to give you both cum baths. I'd love to make love to you before fucking you fast and hard enough to give you both sexual orgasms."

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With his mother Maureen and his Aunt Kathy having a long history of having sex with their blood relatives, if only he knew the incestuous whores that his mother and his aunt were, wouldn't he'd be surprised? If only he knew that his sexual fantasies were our sexual fantasies and would soon be both our sexual fantasies fulfilled. If only he knew his incestuous wishes were about to come true, he'd never believe it. Yet, his mother and his aunt wanted to have forbidden sex with him as much as he wanted to have incestuous sex with them.

"With there not any room for me to sit, do you mind if I sit on your lap, Blake," I asked my son for his permission to be so sexually intimate with my ass to his crotch?"

As if my sitting on his lap was his sexual dream come true, he looked up at me with a horny smile. Then, taking me by my waist with a hand on either side of me, he pulled me down on his crotch. Acting totally innocent while deliberately giving him a lap dance, I wiggled my ass on his bulging prick as if trying to get comfortable. As if instantly sexually excited, I could literally feel his prick continuing to grow bigger and harder.

"I don't mind you sitting in my lap, Mom," said Blake while smiling ear to ear. "You're as light as a feather," he said humping my ass as if to prove how light I was.

With my sister and I willing victims for his sexual groping and incestuous touching, I'm sure that my son didn't mind his 39-year-old mother and his 36-year-old aunt sitting on his lap. What 19-year-old man wouldn't love to have his MILF of a mother and his AILF of an aunt giving him lap dances for a thousand miles? A good son and a good nephew, he loved his mother and his aunt in the way that all devoted sons and nephews do.

Only, more than that, he wanted to have incestuous sex with the both of us in the way that we both wanted to have forbidden sex with him. It was no secret that he loved us in a forbidden, sexual way. With him constantly and continually masturbating himself over us, he wished he could have sex with us. If only he knew in the way that he wanted to have incestuous sex with us, we wanted to have forbidden sex with him.

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After his father died from COVID, alone in the house with him, I was now, suddenly, his best friend. Accustomed to holding and hugging one another while comforting one another, something that we looked forward to doing nearly every night, we cuddled on the couch while watching a movie. Pretending that I was unaware of his sneaky touches and inappropriate, sexual gropes, I allowed him to touch and feel the sides of my breasts and ass through my nightgown. Acting as if he was getting away with something, I loved it when my son stealthily touched my nearly naked tits and ass through my nightgown.

With me no longer having a sexual release after my husband died, instead, as my handy alternative, sexually teasing my son, without wearing a robe over it, I'd wear my sexiest, sheerest, and lowest-cut nightgowns during movie nights. Knowing that he was terminally horny, with him thinking that he was getting away with something, throughout the night, I allowed him to stealthily feel my naked breasts and finger my erect nipples through my nightgowns. Returning the sexual favor, while sipping my wine, he allowed me to mindlessly touch, feel, and fondle his flaccid and erect cock through his pajama bottoms.

Nothing more than petting one another through our clothes, I never thought that this mother and son touching would lead to incestuous sex until our fondling suddenly progressed. In the dim light of the television screen, unashamed and unembarrassed, I didn't bother pulling my nightgown down to cover my exposed, naked pussy down or pulling my nightgown up to cover my exposed, naked breasts. I deliberately flashed him my naked breasts and my naked pussy while wearing my sexiest nightgowns. Then, while pretending that I was sleeping, I allowed him to take sexual liberties with my nearly, naked body.

"Oh, Blake, honey. What are you doing? You're making Mommy all wet," I said while pretending that I had just awakened. Giving him mixed signals before telling him what I really wanted, I said what I wanted him to know. "Actually," I said looking up at him to give him a sexy smile. "That feels good. Don't stop. Please don't stop," I said encouraging him to masturbate me.

I allowed him to stick his horny hand down my low-cut nightgown top to feel my naked breasts and finger my erect nipples.

"Oh, Blake, honey. Look what you did to mommy's nipples. You made them big and hard," I said staring down at my exposed naked tits before staring up at him. "You're going to have to suck them, now," I said with a sexy laugh.

Again, while pretending that I was asleep, then awakening, I allowed Blake to masturbate me. I allowed him to rub my clit and finger fuck my pussy. Then, again, pretending that I had just awakened, I acknowledged his inappropriate gropes and sexual touches.

"Oh, Blake, I love it when you finger my pussy. You've made me so wet," I said holding his hand by his wrist while directing his fingers where to touch me. "Rub my clit harder. Finger fuck my pussy deeper. I need to cum, Blake. Mommy needs to cum."

Not letting go of his hand, I allowed him to continue to masturbate me while directing his long, stiff fingers where and how to touch me.