MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: PT 4A & 4B (Conclusion)

MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: PT 4A & 4B (Conclusion)

Part 4 is the original conclusion to the story.

MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN: PT 4A (Story-time with Auntie)

The sun rose on day 4 of 5. I would be heading home the next day, and I would probably never see my Mom or my Aunt naked again. If I’d said that 4 days ago, it would have been ridiculous, but now? 

Now my greatest sexual fantasy was my Mother. Weird how, even after you think you are as kinky as you can get, someone can just saunter into your life and just, GIVE you a new fetish! But there it was. I was obsessed with my Mother. And my Aunt a bit too if I was being honest.

Last night, everything had culminated, even if I hadn’t arranged any of it. I’d ended the evening looking at my Mom, as she untied me, covered in my cum, because she’d just blown me in front of my Dad! I mean, neither of them knew it, but still! It had been the greatest sexual experience of my life, and one that I knew I’d be masturbating to for the rest of my life. I had one day left, and I wasn’t going to waste it!

So, I put on my Batman costume again, and headed out into the hotel for one last day of crazed sexual adventures. I was out among the area's kinkiest people, all dressed in their superhero and supervillain costumes. And the first person I sought out was the only person there who knew who I actually was, my Aunt. Who was not only cool with the fact that I was her Nephew, but had gotten off on it. Yeah, apparently she’d had a huge incest fetish long before I did.

I just had to tell someone what had happened with Mom yesterday, and I knew that, not only would it not gross my Aunt out, but that she’d actually be super into it.

When I found my Aunt she was still dressed as the world’s naughtiest version of Cat Woman. When I told her that I wanted to fill her in in about my most recent run in with my Mom, she was fucking thrilled. She took my hand, made me promise to spare no details, and rushed me back to my room so we could talk without being overheard. There, I told her the whole story. But when I was done, I was crazy hard, and utterly turned on. It hadn’t helped that a beautiful, busty MILF was practically panting and drooling over every word of my depraved story while I was telling it.

When I was done though, I REALLY needed to cum! And lucky for me, my wonderful Aunt had promised to, “thank me properly,” for sharing my story with her. But first, she made me put on a blindfold. She promised me that if I could be patient I would be heavily rewarded with a special surprise.

And then she blindfolded me, and left me sitting half-naked on the edge of the bed for what seemed like an hour. My hard-on had come and gone a dozen times, and I was honestly a little sore from the delay. But then her voice purred from the darkness that she was ready for me, and as she put one hand on my chest and gently lowered herself to the floor in front of me, I was right back in my happy place.

My Aunt was a real pro with her mouth and hands, and she quickly took me to paradise. Her warm mouth, and agile tongue worked my cock up and down while her hands stroked, and coddled, and coaxed. Honestly, she had me on the edge a lot faster than I wanted, but, as was her way (and apparently her Sister’s way too), she sensed me getting close, and backed off just moments before it was too late. After that, she made me follow her instructions as part of the game. She had me mount her face at one point, and use her throat like a pussy. And the results felt kind of incredible if I’m being honest. It felt hot, a little sadistic, and a lot incestuous. The knowledge that this was my Auntie Sara was never far from my mind.

At one point she was stroking me with her breasts, and her costume felt weirdly off or out of place.

But if that was the trade off for feeling my Aunt’s large breasts gently stroking my cock from both sides, then sign me right the hell up! My Aunt managed to drag this out for over an hour, and it got to the point where I actually started asking (not gonna use the word begging), for her to just make me cum. I wanted that release SO badly.

And that was when she changed gears on me. She told me that she’d promised me something worth waiting for, and as good as she’d been thus far, the solid hour of tits, tongue, and loving lips wasn’t what she meant. “No,” she promised. Her little treat was going to be much better. So at that, I shut up, and let her drive.

“Scoot up on the bed tiger”, my Aunt said. It was actually more of a turn on than you might think. You see, because my Mom and Aunt were such lookalikes, and because they loved to wear costumes and dress up, they had taken to calling me “Tiger” and “Slugger” from my earliest years. That way, I knew right from their greeting who was who, even as a kid.

So her calling me Tiger, was actually a term of affection ONLY used by my Aunt, making it an incredibly naughty wink to just how sinful we were being right then.

And this was driven home when I felt delicate fingers wrap themselves around my shaft, still dripping with my Auntie’s drool, and guide it to her warm and waiting pussy. I sank into her with great ease, both because of how intensely turned on she was and because of how well lubricated she’d spent the last hour making me. And soon we were rocking and moaning together in joined passion.

I really wanted to take my blindfold off so I could see her, but she shushed me when I asked, and instead she said, imagine if your Mom was in the room with us, masturbating in the corner. And that thought was so out of left field, and so randomly hot, that I froze my hips mid thrust. I was stunned, and it showed in my confused tone as I asked, “What?!”

And as I heard the wicked smile in my Aunt’s voice, I realized that this dialogue was what the last hour and half had been building up to. “I mean, you can’t see now can you? So… just picture what I’m telling you since you don’t know if it’s true or not. And let Auntie Sara make this extra hot for you.” And soon after she said it, as I lay there with my hips still frozen and my body clenched; my Aunt began to, ever so slowly, slide her pussy up and down the length of me. It was torture, and as she tortured me with pleasure, she began describing, in detail, how she was watching my Mom masturbate in the corner. She talked about how Mom seemed to be really into it, and that she was staring at my dick, hungrily, as she did so.

But once again, when I started to get close, it stopped. My Aunt eased off, and let me calm down some, and then, rather cruelly, she got up off of me, and my dick went from a paradise of warmth, to the cold hotel-room air.

I felt SO deprived. I’d been on the edge a hundred times already and I was literally aching for release. Every little touch was the single most erotic touch I’d ever experienced. Every lick a hundred strokes in paradise! 

But after a full minute of agonizing nothingness, I heard her invite me to “put it back where it belongs”. And soon I was fumbling in the dark as my Aunt used her voice and wandering hands to guide me back into her. When I was mounting her, and had slid back inside of her once more, she ordered, “slowly”; and, as she’d done an amazing job of running the show thus far, I let her continue to do so. But, something was off.

As I began to slowly fuck my Aunt, she went from filthy fantasies, to a flat, conversational tone, as she asked me if I knew where she got her accent from. It was, SUCH a curve-ball. She was turning into the Alfred Hitchcock of sex with her constant twists. I couldn’t even process that, and so I just sort of, kept going, my brain stunned and too dazed to reply. But she didn’t need an answer from me. And soon she was telling me how, like my Mom, she had a bit of a country accent growing up. That touch of southern they got as teenagers. But then, my Aunt had moved to the city for a faster pace of living and working. While my Mom had found my Dad and settled down locally. And that was why my Mom had that touch of southern belle from time to time, but my Aunt had no trace of it. 

The conversation was very suddenly less than erotic.

“And…” she continued. Because her and my Mom had grown up looking like identical twins (they technically weren’t), they adapted very different styles. While they both liked wigs and dress up, so they could look alike at will, which is where the Tiger and Slugger nick-name thing had started, when they were in their daily lives, my Mom tended to keep her hair long and colorful, while my Aunt preferred short and dark.

I was kind of losing my rhythm in the midst of all this weird, background conversation, so I said something about it. “That’s great and all Auntie, but, this is not exactly, um, arousing?” I wish I’d thought of a better word, but pillow talk didn’t seem like a good fit either, and I was kind of busy. And at that, she gave a short wicked laugh, that told me I had sprung a trap of some kind, and now I was in for it. And sure enough, I was.

“What I’m trying to say, my impatient Tiger…” she began. “Is that the only visual difference between your Mom and I at an event like this, is our costumes and wigs. And the only difference in how we sound, dear, sweet, Nephew of mine, is an accent that I CHOOSE, not to use".

“But”, she continued. “Since we are in the room where my Sister keeps her costumes, and since I can sound like either of us, whenever I want too.” And that, entirely too late moment, is when I finally saw where she’d been heading for, right from moment one. And I tried, I really tried, to not believe that I knew why she’d taken so long getting ready for this. I tried to convince myself, that my Aunt, who looked so much like my Mother, hadn’t dressed in one of Mom’s costumes, put on her wig, and made herself up with her make-up. I tried. But then, even as I tried, I heard a voice from beneath me that sounded EXACTLY like my Mother’s. It came from the woman whose cunt was wrapped snugly around my dick, and it asked me, in my Mother’s beautiful voice, “Would you like to take your blindfold off and see your surprise?”

It was honestly a good question, and I both wanted to more than anything, and was afraid to. Afraid because it was so erotic it was scary, and afraid because it was such a great moment that I didn’t want to let it go. But I made my choice. And when I took off my blindfold, there, spread out beneath me, was the spitting image of my Mother.

Her tiny little skirt hid nothing, and she’d never bothered with panties, so the first thing I saw was my dick thrusting into her perfectly exposed pussy and bottoming out with a Clap! Her little whimpers, and quiet moans of “Yes, yes, yes.” Were my Mom’s voice, and as my eyes traced upward over her gorgeous and familiar body, my Mom’s costume only accentuated how amazing her figure was. When my eyes arrived at her breasts, I was greeted by the sight of a generous opening in the costume, that hid her nipples (barely) but did little to hide how large her breasts were, or to cover the enticing site of her areola as they peeked out the sides. 

I saw and heard more of her with each thrust, and clap. And with every moan of my Mother’s voice, her breasts rocked and shook. 

The tiny confines of the costume were struggling. So that on each powerful thrust, her breasts rocked upward, and exposed a little more. Each thrust promising to be the one that made them pop free, and show me everything.

But the show wasn’t over there. No. Because Mom wore contacts with these outfits, and so as I finally got to her face, to find her biting her lip in pleasure, I saw my Mother’s perfect image. The eyes, the hair, the bone structure. It was a PERFECT match. And as I looked down at her, she said, “Oh my God! Is that you in that costume Son! Oh I shouldn’t want this SO badly… But your dick feels Soooo good!”

Then after a few moments of just soaking in the image of my dick sliding into my Mom, she whispered to me, “your Dad is right next door sweetie, so we need to be quiet but…”

“I want it. I want you to fuck me like one of your little high school whores! Can you do that for me sweetie? Can you FUCK your Mommy?”

And the answer was that I couldn’t NOT fuck her. I was so turned on! And I could barely tell what was real anymore. But I doubled down hard, and soon I was fucking her hard and fast! Her pussy was sopping wet, and she was moaning and encouraging me, and telling me how good it felt. She came, and then she came again, but she seemed to actually be trying to keep it down, and so I did to. I looked down at my Mother’s image and fucked her hard for a solid 10 minutes of savage bliss before I’d used up all of my tricks, and couldn’t hold back a second longer. When I told her I had to come, she half whispered and half whimpered “Don’t let your Father hear us!”. So I ended up with my face in her chest, stuffing my mouth with her tits, as I tried my best to suppress my screams of orgasm as I gave my final thrusts and came deeply inside of her.

A while later, while I was catching my breath, she was stroking my hair, and soothing me. She was telling me how good it was and kissing the top of my head, and promising that we needed to do it again. It was surreal. Surreal, and incredible.

But also fucking with me a bit. So, I had to open my big mouth and ruin it, by asking to make sure I was still talking to my Aunt, and…

I was. My Aunt asked me if I’d liked it, and I had to admit that I had LOVED it. And this seemed to please her greatly. After a while we set about to get cleaned up, and she needed to change out of Mom’s stuff before she got caught. As we were doing this, she confessed that my Dad really was in the next room, and it would have been a little more than awkward if my Parents had heard me shouting about fucking my Mom mid orgasm. 

At that, I’m pretty sure I actually blushed. But then, my Aunt being my Aunt, she just had to overshare with the details. And so she told me that my Parents were supposed to be meeting a well hung friend of hers right about now, and that their plan was to take them back to their room, the adjoining room to mine, and have him fuck my Mom while she laid in Dad’s lap and told him how good it felt. And just… I didn’t need to know that.

My Aunt, as had become her way, was blowing my damn mind. But still, Mom, Dad, and my Aunt’s friend would have started a while ago. They could be done any second, and then Mom would be coming in here to change before heading out into the hotel again. And, not only did I not want to get caught, but I desperately wanted to feel my Mother’s mouth again before this week ended. Especially since this weekend ending meant the end of everything that I’d gotten a taste of in the last few days, basically going away forever! So, I got cleaned up. Told my Aunt what my plans were, and headed for the door. To wander around the hotel for a bit, taking in the fantastically pervy sights, until I could arrange to “run into” my Mom, one last time…

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MY HARLEY GETS RIDDEN PT 4B: The Final Day

 

When my Aunt was done blowing so much more than my mind, I was ready to set off and try to find my Mother. Since the cat was obviously out of the bag, I made no secret of it, and before I could leave, my Aunt stopped me with one gentle hand on my shoulder. She promised that, if I could wait, she could arrange for me to get one last blowjob from my Mom, and, moreover, she promised that it would be her and my Mom TOGETHER!

Now, I hadn’t even thought of that, but now that I had? 

Ho-lee-shit. 

So, yeah. Of course I agreed. That out of the way, my Aunt had me wait while she got dressed as Cat Woman again, and then she led me to one of the more private play rooms, we signed up to book it for a bit, and then my Aunt took off. 

After a few minutes, she came back, not with my Mom, but with a redhead dressed as Poison Ivy. When I looked at her confused she swatted Ivy’s ass and said, “I brought you a plaything. I didn’t want you getting bored and wandering off while I was setting things up.” Then she looked at Ivy and, her expression turning from playful to commanding, as she ordered, “crawl to him”. And bless her heart, she did. 

It turned out that Ivy loved being ordered to do things. She loved being used, she loved a little pain, and she loved being thrown away. Her husband would wait in the hotel room for her to come back to him and tell her all about how she’d been fucked, used, and abused, and he would get off on hearing her stories. And then he would handle her after care.

Whatever. If it made them happy and it meant a beautiful redhead playing with my dick while I waited, then I was very pro…. pro-whatever-the-fuck-that-was-called.

Still, it didn’t take long before my Aunt, Catwoman herself, came back into the room, and this time, Harley Quinn, my own deeply erotic and highly depraved Mother, came in right behind her. At first, she just stood there, smiling, and watching. She was obviously enjoying the show, and her grin only grew when her Sister, my Aunt, crawled up to me and joined Ivy in gently stroking and lapping at my cock.

The girls were both very gentle, seemingly only interested in a warm up for the moment as neither one of them did anything to really build me. Instead, both of licked, lapped, played, and generally kept me hard and moaning without really going fast enough, hard enough, or dirty enough to move me significantly towards orgasm. Then Aunt Sara whispered, “Close your eyes Tiger”, and, now thoroughly educated on how worth it it was to listen to my Aunt, I happily complied. 

Now, as I’ve mentioned before, despite looking totally different because of their costumes and make-up, my Aunt and Mom were actually dead ringers for one another. So, when I was very young, they had started a trend of my Aunt Sara always calling me Tiger and my Mom always calling me slugger when they were together so that, when I was still very young, I would never get them confused. And as I got older it just sort of stayed a thing. I guess it became a kind of loving tradition at some point. So they never stopped. That was why Cat Woman had to whisper when she called me Tiger. Because, although it was hot as fuck to be reminded that she was my Aunt, it was also not something we wanted my Mother to overhear.

Anyways, I tipped my head back, closed my eyes, and enjoyed the sensation of two beautiful women gently licking and stroking my cock. One on either side. And then, though I felt one mouth on either side of my shaft, I felt hot breath gracing the tip of my cock too. And the moment I felt it, my heart jumped into my throat. Then, as if to remove any possible doubt of who that third set of lips belonged to, my Mother’s sultry voice purred out, “I want you to look at me”.

And the moment I opened my eyes and looked at her, I saw her on her knees between my legs.  She had one of the other girls on either side of her. She smiled up at me, gave me a sexy little wink, and then she gave a throaty moan as she parted her lovely red lips nice and wide, and then wrapped them around the head of my cock.

Soon my Mother’s lips were sliding up and down the length of me as I watched. It was insane! And it was even better because she’d used her own, my real Mom voice before starting instead of her, frankly fantastic Harley Quinn voice that she had been doing this whole trip so far. I was laying back, watching my own Mother bobbing her mouth up and down my shaft. 

After a minute of pure bliss Mom suddenly deep-throated me. Then, with her lips wrapped securely around the base, she sucked hard, and made those full, luscious lips of hers into an airtight seal. I moaned and squirmed, and she moaned back. Then, with a painstakingly lazy pace, she, very, very, slowly, dragged her lips back up the length of my shaft. By the time her lips came off the tip with a POP, I thought I was going to shoot my load all over her face. But, all three of the girls backed off and slowed down until I was calmed enough for them to continue.

Eventually, Harley held my dick so that it was pointing at Ivy, offering it to her. Ivy, in response, threw me for a sec when she said to Aunt Sara, “Thank you mistress”, before she began her turn. After a few minutes of my Aunt playing with my balls while my Mom kissed her way up and down my shaft, and some random submissive redhead sucked on the tip; my Mom decided it was time to throw me another curve ball as she looked to Ivy and asked, “Could you give us the room dear”? While Ivy immediately stopped going down on me, she looked to my Aunt for confirmation; and, knowing her fetish, my Aunt made her day by telling her, “You heard her slut! We’re finished with you. Now get out, and go be someone else’s fuck toy for a bit!"

At that, Ivy made a noise that almost sound like a mini orgasm before apologizing for not knowing her place, and scampering out the room with speed. As she left, she paused at the door to grab some garment she must have dropped there on the way in, and, looking back at Harley, she smiled and said, "I’ll just leave you with your pudding then”. Then, she winked and walked out the door.

But as Harley’s delicate hand wrapped itself around my shaft, and she and my Aunt scooted closer so they could double team my dick in earnest, she smiled up at me and said; “Oh, he’s not my puddin’”. And as she said it, I realized it was the first time that day that’d she used her character voice. And the moment I had that thought, she dropped the Harley Quinn act again, and, in her voice. Her own voice. In my Mother’s voice! She finished with, “He’s my Slugger. Aren’t you, Slugger?”. And then she gave me a sexy little wink, and her hand began to stroke me slightly faster.

I imagine I looked as horrified as I felt, and my Aunt looked like she was torn between being frightened and frighteningly turned on. As I stood there, frozen, afraid, and yet still burning up, turned on, and hard as a rock, my Mom just gave me a “Mom” look and said, “Don’t give me that look young man. You cannot even pretend that you didn’t know who I was, and I can tell from my SLUT, Sister’s reaction that she was in on it too. So…” she continued. “Long story short, you two little punks were getting off on this,” she said, gesturing to herself. “On me. Being, Me”.

“So”, she said, her voice softening from stern to sexual again. “Here’s what’s going to happen… Your Aunt is going to get to work sucking you off, ” and with that, she physically grabbed her Sister’s head. And, as she forced my Aunt’s lips towards my cock, Aunt Sara let out a moan so loud and pure you would think she was getting fucked towards orgasm. My Aunt immediately went to town on me, sucking and slurping for all she was worth as she slipped hand into her costume and began to desperately finger and play with herself.

But Mom cut her blowjob-strokes short as she grabbed hold of the bottom half of my shaft and begin to jerk me off while my Aunt sucked on the end. “And while she’s blowing you, Mommy”… she began. “Oh, you like that don’t you?” she asked. “MOMMY!” She purred, squeezing and stroking my cock as I felt an orgasm build inside me that felt like it was going to knock me out with its power. “That’s right Slugger. That’s Mommy’s hand stroking this big fat cock! Your Mother is jerking you off into her Twin Sister’s mouth and, and…” And then Mom’s hand also shot into her costume, and I swear, all three of us came at the same time.

We were screaming, and gripping, and stroking, and rubbing, and sucking, and every other filthy thing you can think of as the three of us came over and over again. I shot load, after load, after load down my Aunt’s throat, until she couldn’t take any more and, frantically, she ripped open the front of her costume and began to scream and moan while my Mom, her Twin Sister, jerked me off onto her tits, face, and stomach.

The whole affair seemed like it lasted hours, and even after we were done, we all just laid there, panting. It was like a bomb had gone off and left us all dazed and buzzing in a state of shock.

Eventually, slowly, we began to regain a sense of reality, one at a time. Even after we could talk again, we didn’t. Instead my Aunt and I just stared at my Mom like dogs caught eating the garbage. We were waiting for fallout, and we were afraid to speak.

The question that was haunting me was, how long. How long had Mom known? And, thank the gods, it was the first question she answered. Mom broke the silence with a semi-insulting impression of me, as she adopted a dumb/derpy jock tone and said, “I’ll pay you back in a week Mom. I swear I just need to borrow the money, but you’ll have it before the credit card bill even mails. I swear!”

When she was finished she just, stared at me. Like she was waiting for an idiot to realize breathing was important. And, after a minute, this particular idiot finally put two and two together. The moment she saw the realization lighting up my eyes, she turned to her Sister to explain.

“Batman here”, she said gesturing towards me. “Bought his costume with his Mommy’s credit card, because he didn’t want it to sell out in his size, and he didn’t get paid for another week. So I got an email with a picture of my purchase…” she said, gesturing to the costume I was wearing, “…months ago. So naturally, when I saw my lovely costume standing in the corner and watching while my Husband boned me in front of a crowd; a crowd that had exactly, NO other Batmen in it. I realized who my Son would be dressed as for the event”.

And slowly, instance by instance, the insane realization that she had known who I was the whole time hit me! And not only did I feel so much guilt melt off of me that I could have cried from the relief, but everything that my Mom had said and done over the course of the week was suddenly brought into a new, insanely hot context. 

She KNEW! The whole time! Every single depraved dirty look, uttering, and allowance had been with her KNOWING who I was! HOLY SHIT!

 

Mom laughed as she saw the realization wash over me in waves. But my Aunt, in her typical fashion, just got turned on by it. Then Mom stood up and walked over to some wipes. They were, naturally, in every room. The same was true for condoms. 

So Mom grabbed some of those wipes, cleaning supplies really; and began to clean her Sister off. When she was done, she looked at her and asked, “So, wanna help me get him warmed up again?”. And my Aunt cooed, and squirmed a little before whimpering out a “Yes!”

And just like that, I was the target of the two women I desired most in the world. They pushed me back, and worked me over, all over again. This time, there was no pretense. It wasn’t Harley Quinn and Cat Woman, no, it was my Mother and my Aunt. The slutty Twins, all dressed up and ready to turn another man into putty. But this time, said Man was their Son and their Nephew. The Sisters worked in unison, like it was a rehearsed routine, as they sucked, licked, nibbled, and stroked every part of me. My costume, piece by piece, made its way to the floor so they could access more flesh and push more nerves to their pleasure limits. The two goddesses brought me to a place of sexual bliss and kept me there. It wasn’t the edging they’d done before. Instead it was like they brought me to an amazing place, and then just slowed down my build toward orgasm so much that every second was paradise.

And yet, every time one of them said “Auntie”, “Mommy”, or “Sister”, I felt a brief surge towards orgasm that made them both smile. They would then slow down for a second as they cooled me off, if only for a moment.

Eventually, after an hour or more of foreplay that doubled as torture, they finally relented. My Mother and Aunt both just looked at one another, smiled, and stopped. Then my Aunt went to one wall, sat down, and spread her legs. She was obviously planning to masturbate, and as my Mother pulled a couch over to one of the two open windows, laid back on it, and spread her legs; I realized what my Aunt was planning to masturbate too.

“Come show Mommy what you’ve got Slugger”, Mom purred. And as I walked up to her, she almost made me trip over my own feet when she reached up to her top and forcefully ripped it down, exposing her tits to me so I could watch my own Mother’s tits bounce and sway while I fucked her. Even having had the 3 most powerful orgasms of my life, all in the last 20 hours, I still felt like I could blow at any second.

Sliding into her, into Mom, was the most amazing feeling of my life. I mean, I’ve done some hot stuff since then, but nothing compares to the power of feeling that warm, wet, slide into my Mother’s pussy for the first time.

I worked myself in and out of her dozens of times, trying to get her opened up enough that I could push all the way in. And when I did, we just froze there. She was moaning and squirming, and I could tell that it was as amazing for her as it was for me. We locked eyes, and it was absolutely incredible. Feeling her clenching, and gripping me inside of her body, and knowing that my dick pushing into her, was the thing that was making her moan and squirm like that. It felt amazing.

I thought we might lay like that forever. But then Mom said, breathily, in almost-pants, “Baby… I want you to… I want you to slide out halfway, and then push back in really quickly, and listen for the sound it makes.” At that moment, I would have done anything for her. And so, in the face of overwhelming pleasure, I pulled halfway out, and then quickly thrust back into her. The sound it made was a loud clap. And after we’d had a second to recover from the intensity of it, Mom smiled at me wickedly and asked, “Did you hear it?”. And then she licked her lips and her grin grew along with my own as I told her that I had.

“That’s that sound of your big balls slapping into your Mother’s pussy baby, and I LIKE that sound! Do you think you could make that sound for me sweetie? Please? For Mommy?”. And at that, we both grinned gleefully, and we heard my Aunt yell out something akin to “holy fucking shit you two!” as she brought herself to her first orgasm in the corner. And so, being a good Son, I complied, and soon I was fucking my Mom hard and fast. Her moans of pleasure were only ever interrupted for her to mutter something dirty that she thought sounded hot and incestuous.

We changed positions and Mom rode me, this time in front of the other window. Mom took the time to mention more than once, that if someone looked in our window, that they would see me plowing my own Mother.

For reasons I can’t quite explain, but I think had something to do with the situation actually being too hot, I was able to go for quite some time without cumming. Near the end, Mom, now completely naked except for her boots and her gloves, got down on all fours, glanced over her shoulder and asked, “Wanna fuck Mommy’s ass?” And yeah, yeah I did. And, somehow, by some miracle of the gods, it was even tighter than her pussy was. And, for the record, her pussy was tighter than any girl my own age. At least it was much tighter than any 18-year-old that I’d ever been with.

Still, it was her ass, and I was, in Mom’s words, hung like a horse. So naturally, I took it slow. Mom was moaning her approval of the job I was doing, and looking over at her Sister to tell her how it all felt, when she said something that actually made me stop. Like, dead stop. Out of nowhere, she said to me, “Oh that’s good Son. Rape Mommy’s ass!”

Hearing her say “the R-word” froze me in place. I don’t know if it was leftover guilt, or what. But I locked up for a second. Mom sensed something was wrong immediately and stopped pushing back onto me. Instead she pushed herself up with one hand and reached the other back, cupping my cheek and shushing me gently. “Oh, baby” she cooed. “No, no, no. It’s okay. Listen sweetie” she said, drawing my full attention. “I know that can be a scary word, but I need to teach you something about being my lover right now, okay? Are you listening?”

She was so, MOM, in that moment, capital “M”. She soothed my fears away, got me to an okay place, and had me listening in 3 seconds flat. All fear, guilt, and general badness were washed away because she’d said it was okay, and now, I was listening with rapt attention as she went on. “Sweetheart, when you are… inside me… And I tell you that you are, raping your Mother’s ass, what I mean is…“ And then she paused, and I felt myself leaning closer in anticipation. And as I did, she smiled wickedly at me, and told me, ”… Rape it HARDER!“ Then, she winked, blew me a fucking kiss, braced her hands against the couch, and waited.

In that moment, with her hand having just finished gently cradling my cheek, her sweet Motherly tone having just finished soothing me, I realized, FULLY, that I was rock hard, throbbing, about to cum, and balls deep in my own Mother’s ass.

So I did the only thing I could. I raped the shit out of that ass! I fucked her hard, and fast. I slammed her into the fucking couch, and she went from "more, more, more” to screaming “yes, fucking yes, yes, yes”, and then, we were both just wordlessly screaming. And as we did, I came inside my Mom!

A few hours later, after a meal, and one very sexy 3-person shower, the Twins and I were ready to part ways. My Aunt slipped off, determined to find someone to play out an incest fantasy with her before she went to bed. My Mom and I went back to our adjoining rooms, now both back fully in costume. We looked both ways down the hallway, and when we were sure no one was looking, she gave me a very un-motherly kiss goodnight. 

Her kiss left my knees weak and a stupid grin on my face. Then she made towards her door, but, before she closed it, she told me that if I wanted to hear something wicked, I might want to put a glass to the wall instead of going straight to sleep. When I asked why, she smiled slyly, and told me her evil plan.

You see, Dad loved being a cuckold, but he had not known, and did not know, about me. So, that night she planned to propose to him that they engage in a little role play. That they pretend that, while he was out of town, she seduced me, and now, even his own Son was fucking his Wife while he was away. “So,” Mom continued. “If you listen closely tonight. You might just hear the headboard banging. And you might hear a familiar voice moaning. And if you do, it will be the sound of your Dad fucking your Mom, while we are both pretending, that I’m getting fucked by you.” Then Mom reached down, and lovingly cupped my crotch. Her gentle squeeze drawing a moan from me as she whispered for the millionth time in my life, “Sweet dreams sweetie.”

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