It was late when I slid under my covers. I adjusted my position and caught a whiff of sex that Mom had smelled in the bathroom. I hadn't smelled it then but it was noticeable now. Mom thought the odor was from sex with my date. I didn't let on that I'd had sex with cousins Jillian and Jennifer when I got home after thinking that the long tee shirt clad girl bent into the refrigerator was one of the twins. I snuck up behind her and stuck my hard-on between the slightly spread thighs of who turned out to be Jillian. She freaked and made a lot of noise thrashing around inside the refrigerator. I was freaked too when I discovered that the girl hung up on my cock wasn't one of the twins. Things went from there.
I drifted off to sleep thinking of my evening with Sylvia and then Jillian and Jennifer whose presence in the house was unknown to me when I left for my date. They had come, as invited, to the twins and my birthday party tomorrow, but I was expecting them tomorrow morning. Apparently, Mom was too.
I slept fitfully and I was in a half-sleep when way in the back of my consciousness, I heard the distinct sound of carpet fiber being compressed under foot. I came further into consciousness to see who it was. Maybe, someone was going to the bathroom, but it seemed closer than that. Then the sound was in my room. I played a little game to see if I could tell who it was. It was still dark but dawn was approaching. I figured that it was four-thirty or so, based on the amount of light filtering through my closed eyelids. I pretended to be asleep, as I should have been at this time of the morning. Sunrise for today was around 5:08 AM. I have no idea why I know these things.
Whoever had come down the hall to my room had quietly closed my door and then stopped beside my bed. A peculiar thought came to me, 'If I had heard the footfall on carpet noise when I was little, I would have been scared to death to open my eyes because I just knew there would be a monster standing there. Now it's a game. Who was it?"
It could be Mom but I decided that it wasn't, because the carpet noise had started further down the hallway than Mom and Dad's room. It could be either June or Julie. They had both complained about how horny they were after having to watch their cousins, Jillian and Jennifer getting fucked on the bar last night. I decided that it was June because she had been the most vocal about it.
Satisfied that I was correct, I opened my eyes to confirm. Was I ever wrong? It wasn't Mom or June or Julie or even Jillian or Jennifer coming back for another round. It was Aunt Mary and she was standing above me grinning down. The robe she was almost wearing was parted in the middle exposing her naked body. It has been a while since I'd seen her and her daughters. There was nothing about her that came anywhere close to Mom in any single category. She is kind of a plane-Jane, with mousy light brown hair cut just above her shoulders in no particular fashion. She had ample bosom that succumbed to gravity considerably more than Mom's. She had a baby pooch left over from giving birth a couple times. Her pubic hair was untrimmed and bit unruly. It glistened with wetness in the pre-dawn light. As a complete package though, I've always found her to be attractive, at least since puberty.
Aunt Mary eased down to her knees by my bed, making sure her robe stayed open. I whispered, "Good morning, Aunt Mary. I like your outfit." I smiled and she chuckled. My cock was granite hard, anticipating what she was here for.
She reached her left hand under my covers and quickly found my cock and she expelled the air from her lungs and quickly inhaled. She muttered, "Oh my gawwdd Dex. I wasn't imagining things last night after all." I had a confused look on my face and she continued, "The crash last night in the kitchen woke me up. I heard one of the twins explain to your mother that she had spilled something and she'd clean it up. I didn't think anything more of it than your mother did and I started to fall back asleep. Then I heard a groan followed by muffled moans. My interest was piqued and I crept down the stairs to see what was going on. Imagine my shock when I see you and this big cock," she gripped and pulled my hard cock as she said, 'big cock', "fucking my daughters on the bar." At first, I was pissed off and then I realized that I was getting wet and breathing heavy. I was going to break it up and then my fingers were diddling my clitoris. I watched it all and then came back up to bed and finished myself off.
She started jerking me off about half-way through her story. She continued, "I haven't been fucked since I divorced my religious nut-job of a husband almost two years ago. He didn't have anything close to what you're packing." She squeezed my cock again. I flexed back at her pressure and her eyes widened. She lifted the covers off me so she could look at it in her hand. I didn't look where she was looking. I just kept looking at her. She continued, "Fuck, It's even way bigger than your Da..." She didn't finish her sentence, but it wasn't hard to figure out what she was going to say before she realized she was letting an awfully big cat out of the bag.
She tried desperately to change the subject and said, "My husband thought blow jobs were dirty and immoral and he would only fuck me in the missionary position. It's been so long since I've had a penis in my mouth. I'd love to suck your cock and then fuck you on top. I know it's a perverted request and I'm sorry, but I've been practicing this speech for hours while I played with myself. Out loud, it didn't sound like it did in my mind. I'd never have gotten up the nerve if I hadn't seen what I did last night. God, that was so fucking hot." She shuddered as she finished talking.
I didn't know how to answer her request to suck my cock. 'Please sir, may I suck your dick? Duh?' I smiled and nodded and that was apparently enough. She bent her face to my cock and tentatively kissed the tip and pulled back, licking her lips. She looked up at me as if to get my approval. It occurred to me that if her husband didn't allow blow jobs, then she may have never given one before, but after her 'cat in the bag' slip-up, I had a sneaking feeling that wasn't true. When she pushed her lips half-way down my cock and started a rather skilled blow job and hand job combination, I realized that she was blowing some guy's cock, either before her husband or during her marriage, or both. It was unlikely that she had found a new guy since her divorce that only did blow jobs and didn't fuck her too. Which would have been the case since Aunt Mary had already said that she hadn't been fucked since her divorce. Alright, I'm getting too analytical but that's how my mind works.
Aunt Mary climbed up on the bed without taking her lips off my cock and placed her knees between mine. She smiled at my reaction. I was savoring every moment. She seemed happy that she could please a man young enough to be her son. When I felt that delicious sensation welling up in my loins, she grinned around my cock and pulled back. I was sorry to see her lips go but she moved her knees outside my thighs and inched her way up on her hands and knees until my cock was bouncing up against her hairy pussy. She sat up straight and lifted her hips with her thighs until she could push my cock into place at her pussy.