I woke up and yawned, for a moment wondering where I was, and then I remembered: I was home on leave, and for the first time in months I'd slept in my own bed. I sat up and rubbed my eyes, and as I swung my legs out of bed I heard voices through the thin wall separating my bedroom from my mother's. We lived in a small two-bedroom terrace house, and the voices belonged to my mother and aunt.
Auntie was also in the army, the ATS, and by coincidence she was also on leave, on a 48-hour pass, and because I was home she was sleeping with my mother. I yawned again and stretched; I'd been out the night before drinking and playing darts with some old friends at the Rose and Crown. Mum and Auntie had popped in for a quick drink before going on to the cinema, and by the way my head was aching I'd ended up drinking more than was good for me.
A cup of tea was what I needed, and I decided to make tea for the three of us, and take it to Mum's room - I knew from experience that they both wore very revealing low-cut nightdresses, and with luck I might catch a glimpse of a naked breast and nipple or two, and at the very least be treated to two lots of cleavage, plus a profusion of bare arms and shoulders. The weather was very warm, and all I had on was the bottoms of my pyjamas - I considered putting on the jacket, but then I decided to let Mum and Auntie look at my manly chest in return for what I hoped to see.
While I made the tea I thought about the two sisters: my mother was four years older than my aunt, and they were completely different in looks and temperament. Mum was tall, with dark hair and a lean, sinewy body and legs, with small, but perfectly-formed breasts, while Auntie was shorter and more voluptuous, almost plump, with auburn hair, shapely legs and full breasts. From previous snatched glances I knew that Mum's nipples were dark brown, with enormous aureoles, while Auntie's were pink and less prominent. Surprisingly, Mum's personality was more self-effacing, almost subservient, while the younger sister was more out-going and fun-loving.
When I was a boy she'd loved to tease me - we often wrestled, and she seemed to enjoy the physical contact. Last Chistmas I'd kissed her under the mistletoe - we'd both had a lot to drink, and the kiss had started to get quite passionate until Mum had interrupted and said it was her turn for a kiss. That one had been more subdued, but even so I'd given her a lingering kiss on the mouth for the first time, and she didn't seem to mind. The next day I'd caught Auntie coming out of the bathroom naked, but she'd just grinned and covered her breasts with one arm while putting her other hand over her sex, and told me I shouldn't peek.
At last the tea was ready, and I put the mugs an a tray and carried it upstairs to my mother's bedroom. Everything was quiet, and I thought they might have gone back to sleep, so I opened the door softly and peered in. What I saw nearly made me drop the tray: the bedclothes were pushed down, and Auntie was half sprawled on top of Mum. They were both naked, and my aunt was sucking my mother's right breast. I caught my breath, and Auntie raised her head and looked at me for a moment with dull, sex-drugged eyes. Then she lowered her mouth to Mum's breast once more, but as she did so she beckoned to me with a limp hand.
I moved towards them and gingerly put the tray on the bedside table, hardly able to tear my eyes from the two women. Mum's eyes were closed, and she was stroking Auntie's hair and pressing her face to her breast, but then Auntie reached for my hand and pulled me down to sit on the edge of the bed. I watched her suck Mum's breast for a few more moments, and then she raised herself and leaned towards me.
'Don't I get a good morning kiss, then?' she asked, and I instantly covered her mouth with mine. We kissed deeply, and then she pulled back, panting slightly. Her cheeks felt moist, and I realized that she'd been kissing Mum's breasts and rubbing her face against them. Almost as if she could read my mind, Auntie said 'Feel how wet I've made your Mum's tits,' and put my hand on my mother's left breast, covering it with her own and pressing my fingers into the soft, yielding flesh.
I saw that Mum's eyes were open, and as she stared at me she raised her body slightly, as if to force her breast against my hand. I fondled her, feeling her wet skin and her rigid nipple in the palm of my hand. Auntie was still forcing me to knead Mum's breast, but then she took her hand away and began stroking my mother's soft naked belly.
'Aren't you going to kiss her?' Auntie whispered, and as I bent my head towards my mother's face Mum slid her arm round my neck and lifted herself to meet me. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Auntie's hand move further down under the bedclothes, and I realized it must be between Mum's legs as our lips met. Unlike at Christmas, my mother returned my kiss eagerly, and her mouth opened under mine as our tongues searched for and found each other.
I felt someone tugging at the cord of my pyjama trousers - whether it was Mum or my aunt I didn't know, but then somebody was gripping my throbbing penis and another hand was roaming over my body. I was still kissing my mother and fondling her breasts: somehow I was helped out of my pyjamas until I, too, was naked, and then Mum started to writhe against me, responding to what I and Auntie were doing to her, and then her body arched and she cried out.
She fell back, gasping for breath, and then Auntie kissed her, and I started to caress my Aunt's breasts as she in turn squeezed my mother's. Mum was moaning as she clung to both of us, but then they moved apart to allow me to clamber onto the bed between them. I had one arm round each of them; my mother buried her face in my shoulder and Auntie and I started to kiss each other. I managed to put my arm completely around her body so that I could grip her swelling breast, feeling how much heavier it was than Mum's. I ran my other hand down my mother's body until I reached her bottom: she squirmed against me and whispered 'Squeeze my bum darling! Hard! As hard as you can! Hurt me!'
Auntie had been lightly rubbing my cock as we kissed, but now my mother pushed her hand away and took over. My aunt promptly scrambled down the bed and started sucking me while Mum rubbed me, and at the same time Auntie began caressing my testicles. My mother's mouth found mine, and I kissed her frantically as the two women worked on my cock. I held back as long as I could, but finally I erupted in my aunt's mouth as Mum rubbed me as she returned my kisses. My aunt swallowed my semen as I spurted endlessly, and then finally collapsed on top of me, kissing both my softening cock and Mum's hand as she continued to fondle me. I saw Auntie take Mum's fingers in her mouth, and then sink her teeth into the edge of her hand before kissing and licking the palm of her hand, and then she crawled back up the bed and kissed Mum on the mouth as I held both of them in my arms.
'Doesn't he taste nice, Sis?' she murmured, and I saw her open her mouth as my mother poked her tongue between Auntie's lips.
'Mmm,' Mum sighed, and Auntie kissed her again, before sitting up and reaching across me and Mum for a mug of tea. She took a mouthful and grimaced.
'The bloody stuff has got cold,' she grumbled. 'Still, it was all in a good cause!'
She took another couple of swallows as Mum stroked her breast.
'Hasn't your Auntie got beautiful tits?' she asked me, smiling dreamily. 'I'm jealous, but I love them, don't you, darling?'
My aunt sat back and playfully pinched one of Mum's nipples. 'I love yours too, Sis - they're sweet! But now leave me alone, you bitch - I can't come any more. I'm exhausted!'
She turned on her side with her back to us, leaving me lying on my back with my arm round my mother's naked body, and my free hand found her breast once more.
'I love your tits too, Mum,' I whispered in her ear. She snuggled against me, and I kissed her ear, then pushed my tongue in it. Soon her rubbery nipple stiffened between my finger and thumb, and I tugged at it gently. Mum turned towards me and brushed her lips against mine.
