The Vicar's Wife
This is a repost from when i was on here under a different username.
Most people would think living at home when you are twenty-one is a joke, for me it's the best option. I'm Mike Hawkins, i share my bed with my partner Molly Richards.
I first met Molly three years ago through my Mum, they both worked in the same office. We had been dating for about three months when Molly said we would have to end the relationship. Her Dad was being promoted, that meant the family moving away. My parents suggested Molly move in with us, if her parents were okay with the idea.
We didn't live in a mansion or anything. Our house was a three bedroomed detached property. My Dad bought it cheap years ago when the bank repossessed it, the previous owner had started an extension and never finished it. It was supposed to be a garage with a granny annexe above it. My Dad didn't want the garage, he converted it into a small two storey addition, the plan was for my grandfather to move in. Sadly he passed away just before my Dad finished the work. My grandmother on Dad's side passed away years ago, i was seven years old at the time. Both of my Dad's brothers lived overseas, one in Canada, the other in Australia. Since leaving college i have worked with my Dad.
My Mum Cathy and Dad Chris were easy going, they both agreed to Molly moving in. A year later we moved into the empty extension. Mum said it would give us all some freedom, there was an internal door between the house and extension. We never locked it, but anyone who went through it called out before entering. My Mum was forty-two and very much a free spirit. I have lost count of the times i saw her walking around the house in just a bra and panties, Dad was the same, always walking around in briefs or shorts. Mum had a great body, nice tits and a cute bottom. With her dirty blonde hair she was always getting hit on. My Dad never worried as he knew Mum only had eyes for him, he was the same. Dad flirted with their female friends but only in a playful way, most of them said Dad was a good looking guy. Molly said she was sure some of them would have taken things further, if Dad wanted to.
My grandparents on Mum's side were great people, very much like Mum. My Gran wore as little clothing as possible, again seeing Gran dressed in bra and panties wasn't unusual. My aunt was the odd one out, she was always dressed conservatively. I remember asking Mum about it a few years ago, she said Rose was always a prude.
"Mike, when your aunt's body started to develop, she covered up. Even when we went to the beach she always kept a t-shirt on. Since she married Don, it has gotten worse."
My uncle Don was the local vicar. The best way to describe him is a younger version of Jeff Dunham's puppet, Walter. Luckily we didn't see too much of Don, he didn't agree with my parents on a lot of matters. Mum said he nearly exploded when he found out Molly and i would be living in sin, especially as my parents condoned what we were doing.
We moved in and as a way of preparing for the future we paid a minimal rent, as well as helping out towards the bills. My Mum and Molly got on really well. Like Mum, Molly wasn't one for wearing a lot of clothes around the house. I was like my Dad, i wore shorts most of the time.
This whole thing with my aunt started back in the summer. It was a really warm day, we were sitting in the garden with my parents and grandparents. All the guys were wearing shorts, my Gran had shorts and a bikini top on.
A top that was straining to hold her tits in place, Mum was dressed the same. Molly had a bikini on, my Dad teased her about the washing label being the biggest piece of material. My grandfather made a comment about my Grans top, her reply had us all in stitches.
"You didn't complain last night!" We all laughed at that.
We heard the doorbell ring, Mum got up to answer it. I watched as she walked towards the house, her arse in tight shorts. Dad was smiling as well.
"Dirty minded sods!" Molly said as she smiled at us.
"I can't help looking." Dad replied. "Even now i still get a kick out of watching Cathy's backside."
My gran laughed, my Mum always turned heads. Mum rejoined us, accompanied by my aunt Rose. As usual Rose was dressed in a light dress, one that covered her arms and chest. My gran was the first to comment on her dress.
"For god sake Rose. How can you wear a dress in this weather?" Gran stood up. "Come on, I'm sure Cathy has something more suitable." Mum and Gran walked my aunt into the house, she didn't get a chance to protest. Molly thought it was hilarious. My gran returned a few minutes later, she was trying not to laugh,
"What's so funny?" Dad Asked.
"My daughter, and her dress sense. She's wearing a dress that covers pretty much all of her, and her underwear leaves a lot to be desired. Plain old boring white bra and cotton knickers, but she is wearing a suspender belt and stockings. Bloody stockings in this weather, for god sake!" My Dad burst out laughing.
Mum reappeared minutes later, aunt Rose was wearing some shorts and a t-shirt.
"Now that's better," my grandfather said. "If it gets too hot you can slip the shorts off Rose."
My aunt blushed and shook her head.
"Why not? After all it's only us that will see you." Grandfather muttered. Mum shook her head, signalling for him to stop.
My aunt gasped when Molly stood up to go indoors, her tiny bikini left nothing to the imagination.
"Good god, she might as well be naked. Don would never let me wear something as revealing as that!" My aunt said, in a tone that let us know she wasn't impressed.
"What's wrong with it, aunt Rose?" I asked.
"It's very revealing, Mike." I didn't think it was, then again i am used to seeing Molly dressed like that."
"I could never wear that!" Aunt Rose replied.
"You could, but you would need to shave first!" Gran piped up.
"I did wonder if Molly shaved herself." Aunt Rose replied, not looking over happy.
"She does, and so do i." Mum replied.
"Really Cathy, You shave down there as well?" My aunt asked, looking shocked.
"Too right. If i didn't, Chris would never go near me with his mouth." My aunt shuddered.
"I trim mine Rose." Gran added. "For the same reason as your sister."
"What? You mean you and Dad still have sex? Aunt Rose stuttered.
"Too right we do, we are old, not dead. There is nothing wrong with sex at any age." Gran replied. Molly returned and sat beside me.
"What did i miss?" Molly asked, looking around at us.
"Not much. We were discussing ladies shaving down below." I replied. "Aunt Rose is surprised that Mum and Gran shave or trim down there."
"Why shouldn't they? I can't think of anything worse than expecting a man to go down on me if i was all hairy." Molly stated, as Dad nearly fell off his chair laughing. My aunt looked embarrassed.
My gran looked at my aunt. "Seriously Rose, why don't you trim or shave? It can't be much fun for Don with all that fur down there."
"We don't do that sort of thing. If you must know we make love without all the filth involved."
"There's nothing filthy about it, Rose." My gran replied, I sat watching the exchange between them. "Oral sex is part of the fun. Our sex life would have dried up years ago without it." My Dad and grandfather were sitting smiling at each other.
"Okay that's enough!" Mum announced. She could see my aunt was getting upset. for the next few hours we talked about anything except sex. When my aunt left to go home, we all relaxed somewhat.
"I know she's my daughter, but I didn't realise i had raised a nun." My grandfather sighed.
"I don't think you did, Dad," Mum replied. "If i recall we were just getting Rose to come out of her shell when she met Don, that's when it all went downhill. I bet that poor woman has no idea what good sex is."
"If i had known i would have said something years ago." Gran replied. One thing we all agreed on was Don, or rather our opinion of him. He was old school religious. Pretty much everything these days was wrong in his eyes, all he did was his church work and complain about stuff. The old ladies at the church loved him, the younger generation not so much.
Mum, Gran and Molly headed off indoors to get dinner ready, the three of us sat talking about work. Dad was saying how busy we were.
"Better to have more work, than none Chris." Grandfather replied. I went to help carry the food outside. Molly smiled at me, i didn't know why at the time. I found out later that night when we were in bed.
"You want to fuck her, don't you?" Molly asked.
"What? Who are you talking about?"
"Your aunt. You want to fuck her, don't you?"
"I feel sorry for her. I think she should know what good sex is all about. I can't believe she has never had her pussy eaten!"
"Never mind her pussy. Get over here and eat mine." Molly lay on her back smiling at me.
As i lay there licking Molly's pussy i heard Mum scream out. "Sounds like your Dad is getting the job done." Molly gasped as i licked her clit, when i fucked Moly she made as much noise as Mum. In the morning i was woken with a blow job, Molly swallowed as my cum filled her mouth.
Molly sat and smiled at me. "Now back to my question from last night, do you want to fuck your aunt?"
Yeah. But only so she gets some good sex for once." I replied, unable to look Molly in the eyes.
"It's okay Mike." I looked up. "Really, i think she might go for it as well."
"Somehow i doubt it, Molly."
"I think she would. I was watching her yesterday when we were talking about shaving and stuff, i got the feeling she thinks she might be missing out. I could be wrong, but that's what I thought."
