Sis Cuz Aunt Mom Pt 01

Shortly after starting my first semester in college, one of my professors asked me to tutor a football scholarship classmate. Telling me it would look extremely well on any future resume, and it comes with some compensation, which I could desperately use. I agreed and the following day we were introduced.

Ross was the proverbial California foosball star, sandy blonde hair, blue eyes, awesome athletic body. Extremely probable he'll get a movie contract when he retires from his football career.

No doubt there is an immediate physical attraction, but I made it through high school rejecting every sexual advance and remained a nerd, surely, I could resist this Adonis and as planned get my degree retaining my virginity.

We quickly became good friends and went on several dates that went well as Ross proved to be a real gentleman and surprisingly never made any sexual advances.

I couldn't afford to travel home for Christmas break, my parents' gift was two books; 'Masturbation a handbook for beginners' and 'Women's Anatomy of Sexual Arousal' in an additional box was a 7" slim vibrator (batteries included) and an 8" rubber dildo with remote.

I'm stunned, but not overly surprised, as mom knew my status, we video chatted a couple times a week and she likely thought I was weakening with Ross and how badly I wished to remain celibate. I was, however, rather curious if Dad knew what my gift was.

I made the Christmas call home, mom answers giggling. "Have you tried out your gift already Wendy?"

"No, I just opened it."

"Well, I recall the distractions I had in college, and from what I understand, everyone's more promiscuous these days. I doubt I could resist Ross as long as you have, so I hope those items might bolster your resistance and help you maintain focus on all your goals, academic and personal."

"He has been a perfect gentleman mom, no sexual advances whatsoever; so, no temptation to repel"

"Maybe he's gay." Mom chuckled.

"Maybe, but nevertheless, I appreciate the gift, who knows," Raising my voice "I might learn something."

"Learn or not, a gal can't have too many devices, if she doesn't have several partners." Mom chuckles.

"OMG Mom, really several partners."

"Oh, so young and still naive my child."

"So did dad help select my gift?"

"No Kendra did, you know your dad, he just told me to get you something useful. That is what I did." Mom again chuckles.

"Did you let him wrap them?"

"No, if he got a hold of them, he'd likely use them on me, and I'd have to go shopping again for you."

Ewwe, mom; too much info."

Mom giggling, "I told him I got you a couple educational books and some aids to help you get through the semester."

"Well, I admit, you're spot on." I giggled, "Get it mom, SPOT on."

"Punny, maybe you don't need the guidebooks, but the toys will come in handy. Will you be able to afford all the necessary batteries?"

"Ok mom, enough, I love you guys, give everyone a Christmas hug for me. Talk to you next week."

I had no trouble finishing the semester top of my class, and still a virgin. Ross got good grades and confided to me he is gay and begged me to keep his secret as he wants to remain in the closet to not hamper his football future.

The next semester was rather uneventful.

My first year of college done, I am on my way home in a crowded bus, very much looking forward to a relaxing, lazy summer with my sister and parents. Most likely lounging around the pool in my bikini suntanning, reading more educational books, sipping coolers or beer and toking weed.

The taxi from the bus depot pulls up in front of my childhood home.

Why does it seem wrong to say, 'my house' now, like I lost ownership by going off to college; how come it became my parents' house or the house I grew up in; before this year I always referred to it as my house. Things that make you go "Hhmmm." I flick my fingers to gesture mind explosion.

I was last home during summer break 9 months ago so I'm expecting a boisterous family welcome as I drag my rolling suitcase up the sidewalk, I notice the driveway is empty.

The front door is locked, so I guess they're not home.

I fumble with my keys; I need to pee really bad, and this delay isn't helping.

I tug my bag over the threshold, drop my keys in the dish on the side table by the door kicking off my loafers, I jog through the living room to the bathroom. Entering the hallway my nostrils get a whiff of that unmistakable scent of sex, but my priority focus is the toilet before I pee my pants.

Dropping my jeans as I enter the bathroom, I squat, "Ahhhh made it."

While tinkling, that enticing aroma has me intrigued, if no one is home why is that sensuous odor lingering, I'm confident it's getting even stronger.

Curiosity abounds, I grab a wad of tissue and wipe. I decide to stealthily investigate so I don't flush, hurriedly I tug up my jeans and silently sneak, tiptoeing down the hallway, following my nose to the source.

Through the open doorway into the master, I spy my younger sister's naked body, her head is tipped forward her thick crimson mane hiding her face and much of her upper body. Long manly fingers are kneading her boobs, her body is rising and falling in rapid rhythm, she's moaning with each thrust, riding someone in a cowgirl sex position, her hands on his chest. Based on the verbal accolades and increased pace and volume, I'd say she's about to climax.

Cautiously, silently, I creep closer curious to see who's beneath her, Laurie's head flips back, her hands go behind her, with straight arms, leaning back her fingers resting on his shins, his hands slide from her tits to her waist, assisting her strokes in this position. Laurie's knees come up as her feet move beside his hips, her knees are wide; I've got a full-frontal view of her gorgeous body, and the cock cunt connection as the man's finger briskly rubs her clitoris.

Laurie's wildly writhing her hips, obviously to stimulate her g spot.

"OOhhh yesss, yesss, yessssss, uuhhhh hhhuuuuh" she groans loudly announcing her orgasm. A deep exhaling sigh, a long steady murmuring moan escapes her as she slows, but still rolling her hips, taking a rather long stroke from the large cock appearing and disappearing.

"Ohhh fuuuuck, mmmm hhmmmm!" She speeds up her humping, feverishly thrusting to and fro, relishing the peak continuation of her additional orgasm.

Tipping her head forward, her eyes open.

She jumps from the bed. "Wennddeeee." Wraps her arms around me, her face snuggles into the nape of my neck. Hugging her, I'm straining to see who's on the bed.

In the next few seconds while embracing Laurie several events occur almost simultaneous. Unable to see whose head is behind the footboard, but his hand is furiously stroking his long, juice soaked, shiny obelisk so abruptly abandoned by my sister. I watch the tall tower ejaculate, spewing sperm streams reminding me of a volcano erupting, or dropping mentos into cola, creamy strings landing on his stomach and wrist, before he squees out the last to coat his forefinger and thumb.

At that very instance I hear mom and dad's voices at the front door. I immediately think of the powerful sex scent that greeted my nostrils when I arrived, I brush sis aside and hastily grab the aerosol freshener from the master bathroom and I enter the living room spraying lavender air freshener as my parents carry grocery bags to kitchen.

"Wendy," mom exclaims excitedly as I approach, when she notices the can in my hand asks. "What is that for?"

"Oh, ha-ha," I chuckle "ya breakfast burrito, best avoid going that way for a while." I give Dad a quick hug with shoulder blade taps, Mom sets down 2 bags of groceries gives me a tight embrace and a peck on the cheek.

Laurie arrives, followed by my cousin Larry with a beaming expression that could be described as a shit eating grin.

Ok, he was not even on my list of suspects, Larry is Mom's sister Kendra's boy. We grew up much like siblings, always doing things together. I guess they never stopped.

How old is he? I quickly do some mental calculations, he's a bit younger than Laurie, but why is sis doing him? Then I recall the image I witnessed and the size of his upright member as it erupted.

Mom's face lights up like a Christmas tree, her arms widen to hug him saying, "Hi Larry, you came for tutoring? How are you making out with Laurie?"

I giggle; at mom's choice of words 'came' 'making out' are so bang on punny; I'm sure she'd kill sis and him, if she knew what subject she was tutoring with him.

Then I realize the academic year is over, why would mom think they are studying?

Mom's putting the groceries away. "Jim, will you start the BBQ, I'm starved, and most likely so are the kids."

After supper, Dad and Laurie doing dishes, mom invites me into her bedroom for a chat. Mom nonchalantly peels off her top and bra, drops her jeans; I've only seen fleeting accidental glimpses of my mom's naked body over the years. Now here she is stark naked casually sliding hangers skimming through her closet as if looking for some long-lost item. I admit I must admire her body; she's 42 and has as nice a body as me. The second time through she pulls out a brightly flowered cotton summer dress.

Holding it up at arm's length, turning to face me; I gasp in amazement my eyes instantly drawn to her professionally waxed, smooth, shiny vulva, a perfectly triangle of neatly trimmed dark pubes, above what most likely could be a picture-perfect vulva. I guess being my mom, I expected a brown bush.

I'm no expert only seeing a few in showers, but any pictures or personal experience I've witnessed, most labia are wavy, non-uniform, longer, hanging, even described as floppy, dark edged lips.

Moms are symmetrical, thin, barely visible, and only a slightly darker reddish color than her puffy pubic mounds.

All the women in our family have similar voluptuous bodies; Laurie is the only redhead, the tallest and slimmest. I always kidded she was Kendra's because her son Larry also has red hair. Aunt Kendra has dark brown hair, probably the prettiest of the clan, slightly heavier, not fat, just built solider and with the largest bosom. Mom's a coppery brunette and the shortest but likely has the best proportioned figure. I'm the only blonde, prompting Laurie to retaliate humorously that I'm the adopted one.

"This one I think." Mom drops the dress over her head, it momentarily stalls on her firm 36C boobs with barely larger than quarter sized red areoles, with slightly darker, tiny pea sized, red nipples, that we have in common. Tugging the fabric past her boobs, down, over her hips, she then adjusts the elastic top hem, so it just hides her areoles; the uppermost portion of her cleavage is teasingly displayed.

Sitting on the bed next to me. "Laurie mentioned to me you caught her and Larry this afternoon in a compromised position." She held my hand between hers. "Don't be concerned, we all know; a few months ago, Kendra noticed Larry coming out of the shower, she was impressed with his large endowment."

Mom's rubbing my hand, as if it were winter and I just took off wet mittens and I needed warming. "Kendra confided with me that she had concerns he might be gay as he's never dated. We asked Laurie to do some investigating. She couldn't covertly get a definitive answer so one day she plain out asked him. Turns out he was just simply a shy virgin."

"Why did you intervene at all?" I queried.

"Kendra and I didn't want that impressive endowment to go to the opposition's side and be wasted on men. Wendy there are so many deserving women searching for big dicks like his." Mom giggles "Kendra and I included." She smiles profusely, her sensuous brown eyes giving me a mischievous gaze "and the gay crowd is rapidly growing fast enough so we wanted to educate and save him." Mom patted my knee.

"We discussed several ways as to how to get him sexually tutored, we figured the simplest was to hire a hooker; but we were concerned how he'd be treated by a lady in it only for the money, and that their aggressive behavior might fail to impress. A couple months ago we offered Laurie the opportunity. We knew she had the necessary skillset; so, we negotiated buying her a reliable used car if she succeeded in getting him the required education to make her orgasm twice before he ejaculated."

Mom chuckles, "The first couple weeks he was an average premature ejaculating teen, but last month he climaxed after he got Laurie off. Today she proudly announced she was having her second, when you arrived. As you witnessed, he hadn't yet climaxed."

"Mom, I've not seen others, does he have an impressive penis."

"Oh yes, my dear," Mom's eyes widen, she nods, "I've not seen better. Larry's 2 inches longer and wider girth than your dad or Paul." She giggles and hugs me.

I'm rather curious as to why she added Uncle Paul's name.

That night was a struggle to fall asleep, I never had trouble sleeping in my childhood bed before. My mind was hyperactive, discovering today my aunt and mother colluded to pimp my sister into incest.

The vision of my naked sister riding my cousin's long dong, then him spewing like a popped bottle of champagne. Acknowledgment of my sister and cousin having incest sexual relations. My mother casually strutting her gorgeous body before me, it all kept me awake, therefore I didn't sleep well.

I slept late, had a long, hot shower. Mom was in the kitchen prepping for tonight's family steak and lobster BBQ.

"Morning mom," as I entered.

"Morning sweety," she gave me a comforting hug.

I got myself a bowl of cereal and sat at the table.

"Did you sleep ok? Mom asked not looking at me, working at the counter.

"Not very well, there seems to be a lot of sexual activities going on I was unaware of, and I'm having some difficulty processing it."

Mom comes to the table, wiping her hands with a dishtowel, she sits next to me.

"Yes, there is a lot we've not shared with you." Mom puts her hand on my neck, "I wanted to share our lifestyle with you before you graduated, but you were always so studious, focused on excellent grades, adamantly insisting you wanted to remain a virgin." Mom tenderly caresses my neck.

"I found it difficult to talk to you about sex, until our recent chats when you were at college."

She gives me her wide eyed, loving, sweet mother, smiling expression and nods.

"Sweety, we've decided to openly share everything with you starting later today." Her fingers squeeze my shoulder. "I know it's a lot to digest, there's so much we haven't shared, and it's time to introduce you to our lifestyle, to bring you into our fold."

Mom kisses my forehead, as she stands; "we'll explain later, you just relax, we've got everything planned out."

Well, that stirred more wild thoughts, what could 'everything' possibly mean and lifestyle, and our fold?

"Mom, we've always been close, we chat a couple times a week, tell me, what's going on."

"In due time sweety, like I said we have a plan, be patient, this afternoon you'll understand everything."

I let it go, and Mom and I chatted about college life, my summer plans, or lack thereof and other mundane things that were happening around home as I help prepare salads for tonight.

Dad and Laurie arrive about 11:30, they had been out used car shopping; they didn't find one satisfying both their requirements. Dad's seeking economy and reliability, Laurie's only concern is how cool her appearance would be, while driving said vehicle.

Aunt Kendra, Uncle Paul and Larry arrive soon after, with burgers, fries and shakes from the local drive thru.

As they pull lunch from the bags, Paul announces Dad and him will leave soon to go golfing.

Burgers done, Dad's gone, Kendra gets 2 bottles of wine from the fridge and Mom takes 5 glasses to the living room.

Mom empties the first bottle, handing everyone a glass.

Laurie and Larry are each in chairs across from us. Aunt Kendra's sitting at the other end of the sofa, mom is between us.

"18 holes they'll be gone 41/2 to 5 hours." Kendra states as she fires up a joint. "How's your college sex life Wendy?" Toking, then passing it across to Larry.

The shock of her casually smoking weed in front of us isn't too big of a deal, as we're all of age now, but me recently discovering her role in pimping my sister to have incestual sex with her son, hasn't set well with me. However, now I am slightly taken aback, quizzing me about my sex life, I'm rapidly losing my respect for my auntie. I don't answer as I take the fatty from Laurie.

"Well, are you as active as we were?" Taking a decent sized gulp of wine. Her hazel eyes staring intently at me, this question gives me the opportunity to avoid divulging my personal reply. "Well, do tell, how active were you?"

"Well let's see, math isn't my strong suit. 10 months in the dorm" She is air calculating with her fingers.

"I guess 30, maybe 40 gals, a few less guys." She pinches the roach, toking, then shot guns with mom. "The second year was better, I was more popular, my final year though, that was awesome; not counting any repeats from before, just counting new hookups, I'd estimate 50 gals and at least 60 guys."

My mouth dropped; her casual response made it seem she deemed that rather normal. "Ya, that seems right; one or two a week, most frat parties ended in orgies, so those numbers could be low, but I would think some of those orgy guys had to be repeats." She giggles. "Helen easily surpassed those numbers."

My God, my aunt and my mom were total sluts in college.

A mind explosion, I'm stunned.

Kendra put her hand behind mom's head, and they intimately kissed.

I was alarmed, wide eyed, they seemed so nonchalant, casually necking in front their children. Larry and Laurie didn't seem at all concerned. Like their salacious behavior was normal. After a lingering kiss with mom, auntie peering directly at me, "We strive more for quality than quantity now."

Kendra's fingers glide up mom's leg, raising the hem of mom's dress, her finger's wriggling high on mom's thigh, mom's knee's part; they resume their passionate kissing, my mouth is wider than my eyes. I swallow hard, stunned watching Kendra's finger slide into mom's vagina.

As they break apart mom says, "Larry, Laurie, time for today's lesson, off you go to my bed."

We remain on the sofa, sis and Larry depart to the bedroom.

Kendra stops fingering mom, licks her digits, reaches for another joint, passes it to mom. Mom lights it as Kendra stands and calmly removes her blouse and bra, tossing them onto a chair.

My mind is racing, what the fuck is happening; I'm struggling to comprehend; "So you and mom," I roll my hand, unable to speak the words.

"Of course, we started quite young," Kendra sits back down. "Your Grandparents were quite amorous and loud; Gramps was promiscuous, Gramma always seemed willing." Mom's head resting on aunties shoulder she was openly fondling aunties boobs and licking one nipple, like a cat lapping a saucer of milk.

"I'm sure they didn't miss a night; the walls were thin, we quickly learned what was causing their moaning sounds." I was distracted by mom's salacious behavior, left hand on one tit her mouth sucking intently on the other, as Kendra casually tokes, puffing a couple smoke rings. "We were curious, exploring each other's body, discovering the pleasures that we were listening to, and we've never stopped. We're loving sisters in every sense of the word."

Aunties erect nipples were huge, I mean likely 4 times the size of mine, mom's, or Laurie's, like comparing our pea sized nubs to baby carrot sized nipples; her dark skin glistening with mom's saliva.

It may be because of the weed, maybe I was simply getting over the shock of my mom's behavior. I quizzed, "So how come I never knew?"