Subject: Mom, Me, & Aunt Heather - another MomLover Fantasy From: an692766@anon.penet.fi (MomLover) Date: 1996/08/09 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories My Aunt, My Mom, and Me. This fantasy differs from the others, because it involves my Aunt. She is about 8 years younger than Mom, a little shorter and dumpier, but with great breasts. In this fantasy, Mom is gone for the weekend, and Aunt Heather is staying to watch over my brother and me. I am about 15 at the time, and my brother, Tom, is 17. I get home from school Friday afternoon, and Aunt Heather has just arrived, going over last minute instructions with Mom. Tom has been there and left to go to football practice. Mom says her goodbyes to Aunt Heather and me, gives me a soft kiss on the cheek and exits. Aunt Heather is wearing her soft brown hair down past her shoulders, soft makeup that accents her brown eyes, lightly pink skin and full lips. She is wearing a blouse that has a few buttons open, the creamy, off-white of the material blending with her pale cleavage. I'm guessing that she had on just a plain white bra, since she wasn't sagging, but no colors showed through the top, although I've seen her leaving her bathroom, pulling her shirt over a black, push-up bra - I had fantasies over that for months. Aunt Heather's blouse hung down and was tucked into her knee- length white skirt, a slip on the side showing just a teasing glimpse of the top of her stockings. She was wearing white flats, and her legs were enveloped with charcoal-gray stockings. The must have been only thigh-highs, since the thicker material of the tops glimpsed out. I tried not to stare as I looked at her, but she caught my eye travelling her body, did a little twist (the skirt flew up just enough in back to catch a glimpse of white panties), and asked if I liked her new outfit. "It makes you look like a girl in my class I'd like to date," I complimented. "You would never date an old woman like your Aunt," she teased back. I just blushed a little and went into the living room. My bedroom was too small for anything but sleep, so I often did my homework on the living room coffee table. I'd sit on the floor, back against the sofa, legs in front. Aunt Heather sat down with her beautiful leg inches from my arm. We talked about my school work for awhile, then she flipped on the TV. I quickly, and half-heartedly, finished my homework, and started to zone out on the tube. "Hon?" Aunt Heather asked. "Yeah?" "You remember how you used to give me neck-rubs all the time?" "Yeah," I replied. At age thirteen, I'd always try to rub my Aunt's or Mom's neck, trying to get them relaxed enough to lean back and show some cleavage. It didn't work much for that, but they both loved the rubs and often asked me for more. "Do you think you can rub my feet the same way? They're pretty sore from standing all day." "Anything for you," I jokingly replied, and twisted a little to get better access to her feet. As I turned, I flicked my eyes upward and couldn't see a thing. Aunt Heather was leaning back on the couch, trying to relax, but her knees were resting together. Not even a teasing glimpse into heaven. I slipped off her left shoe, and as I took her foot gently into my hand, I examined it a little. Her toes were small, but neatly formed. No overlapping, runt toes, or anything like that. The nails were painted a warm pink, and trying not to be obvious, I checked for smell... nothing worse than rubbing stinky feet. Hers had no smell at all. I held her foot in my hands, enjoying the feeling to the stocking against my palms, and slowly started kneading the sole of her foot. I drew my fingers across the bottoms, starting at the heel, and ending up gently pulling on her toes. I pressed harder around the ball of her toes, focusing all my concentration on that foot. I must have spent about ten minutes exploring her left foot, pressing my fingers between her toes, luxuriating on the texture of her stockings, exercising years of sexual fantasies upon that one foot. When I was finished with that foot, I started to reach for the other. As I took her right foot, I glanced up, and smiled. Aunt Heather had relaxed her knees, just slightly, but enough to see past the stocking tops on just the barest patch of white covering the new focus of my lust. I, to this day, don't know if she knew I was looking up, but just then she reached down to scratch her leg, hiking her dress up a little more. I could see the strip of skin between the tops of her stocking and the legs of her panties. I wanted put caress that skin with my cheek, to run my tongue across her crotch... to do many things. "MMmmm, please don't stop, hon. My foot's getting jealous." "Sorry, Aunt Heather, I was just, ummmm, warming my hands." I wanted to say that I was trying to keep from cumming in my pants, but I thought that might put her off... just a little. I took even more time with her right foot. I ran the palms of my hands all over it, rubbing and pressing the soles. I pulled on her toes, pretending that my mouth was sucking them, used my fingers as my tongue, tasting the soles and heels, licking around the ankle bone. I guess Aunt Heather and I were on the same frequency, because the more vividly I'd picture what I wanted to do, the more she responded with sighs and moans. I glanced up again and just about coughed. Her legs were carelessly open, not like she was showing off, but more that she wasn't even aware I could see straight up. And, if my eyes weren't lying, I could see a small damp spot on the crotch of her lovely white, silky-looking panties. My cock jerked in my pants, and I had to look away and start counting food stains in the carpet to keep from blowing my wad right there. I took a chance, and moved from her foot to her leg. I mumbled something about tension from her foot being in her leg, or=7F something like that... all the blood had gone south, so I may have just said gibberish. Aunt Heather stretched out her leg a little, and I ran my hand up her calf. By this time, I think she knew what was going on, but didn't say anything. I used my hands to make love to her legs, I rubbed my arms, hands, and fingers all over them... from the knee down. I didn't dare go any higher... at least not yet. As I worked from one leg to the other, I always made sure the one I wasn't massaging was resting on my leg, my arm, or somehow touching me. Aunt Heather's breathing grew quicker, and since I had control of her legs, I spread them wider. I could see a definite wet spot, and it was growing. I couldn't help myself any longer. I turned to face her, still on the floor, and pushed one of her legs up so that her foot was face level, and her panties were right there. I started rubbing my face on her feet, pressing her sole into my cheeks. Aunt Heather caught on right away and brought her other foot up, and soon she was rubbing my face with her stockinged feet. She was moaning out loud, and her knees were wide apart. I stuck the toes of her left foot into my mouth and started sucking. Soon, I was mouthing as much of her foot as I could. I was going nuts over them. I licked every inch of skin, sucked, nibbled, and pressed my face all over them. I felt myself starting to cum, and there was no way to stop it. I must have grunted or something, because Aunt Heather started to grind and moan more, telling me not to hold back, to just let go. "I... I... oh... I... ," was all I could get out when my body spasmed, and I came all hot and wet inside my jeans. Aunt Heather must have cum, too. Her legs started shaking, and then she pressed her knees together and started rubbing her legs together. I was just about to say something when we both heard my brother Tom's bike hit the side of the house. Aunt Heather quickly pulled the Afghan up over her waist - her legs from the kneed down had suspicious wet marks just about the size of my mouth. I plopped a textbook over my lap to hide my wetspot. Just as the door opened, I remembered to take the TV off mute, and for the first time noticed that we were watching Jerry Springer. "Did Mom tell you that I was going to a sleep-over tonight," asked Tom. I knew that she didn't, and he was trying to pull one over on Aunt Heather. I have seen him use that one on many other sitters, and he usually had some great excuses to back himself up. "She sure did," Aunt Heather replied. "She said to make sure that you were home by noon tomorrow." Tom just stood there a second, he knew full well that Mom didn't tell Aunt Heather anything, but not one to pass up an opportunity, he grinned and started off to his room to pack his overnight stuff. I felt a foot caress my neck, and looked up. Aunt Heather grinned back at me. "I think we'll be better off alone tonight anyway." The ten minutes it took Tom to get ready and leave were the longest years of my life. I gave him to the count of 100 after he left to return for anything forgotten, and when I got to 100, I turned and pulled the cover from Aunt Heather. I knew exactly what I wanted. I grabbed the back of her knees, pulled, and spread. In a moment I was face-to-face with her panty- covered crotch. I had never eaten a women out before, but I just went on instinct and dived in. I started by pressing my face hard into my Aunt's crotch. I could feel the warmth and wet spot on my chin. I pulled her legs closed around me, enveloping my head between her thighs. I couldn't breath, but I didn't care. I felt Aunt Heather grinding into me, and my chin was getting wetter and wetter. I pulled back to breath, and I was met with a dark, pungent aroma... I liked it. I started lapping at Auntie's crotch, the silky material on the sides was replaced with cotton in the middle. The roughness against my tongue felt great as I added to the moisture there. I pressed my tongue into the center to the crotch, and the panties slipped a little inside Aunt Heather. Hairs started to tickle my chin. I reached up and pulled the crotch-piece to the side and buried my face into my Aunt's pussy. She was so wet that my chin just about slipped into her. I stuck my tongue inside and tasted her flood. I still don't know if she tasted good or not, all I remember was the feeling of warmth filling my mouth, and a new taste crossing my tongue. I kept my tongue out and started waggling my head around. I was almost like a dog, just lapping and wiggling, smearing my entire face with Aunt Heather's juices. I remember having my nose buried in her at one point, while my tongue slipped around her lower hole. she didn't seem to try and stop me from liking out her asshole, so I stuck my tongue in there, so into the sex that I didn't even wonder if she were clean. I licked the ridge between her pussy and asshole, massaging my hands on her thighs. If I could have stuck my head inside her, I would have. I released her thighs and quickly tried to undress. I was able to unbutton my pants, but I couldn't seem to get them off. I broke away just long enough to look down and see my shoes still on. I paused to remove them and my pants. My cock was hard again, sticking straight out. I tried to return to Aunt Heather, but her hands had replaced me. She had three fingers in her pussy, that thumb pressing what I guessed was her clit, and a finger from her other hand in her asshole. I moved my face in with her fingers, and she guided my lips to her clit. I felt the hardened skin and pulled it into my mouth. I sucked it in and out, judging from her moans what felt best. Meanwhile, Aunt Heather had my cock between her calves and was thrusting them around it. I started to help, sucking her clit and humping her legs. Again, it was too much for me to take. Aunt Heather realized what my sudden jerking meant, and grabbed my shoulder and lifted me. I stood before her, trying to keep my balance as my cum spurted out. Most of it just stained her blouse, but landed on her throat. Aunt Heather took that with her fingers, scooped it up and massaged it into her pussy. All of a sudden, she jerked again, spasmed a few times, the lie back. I slipped next to her on the couch and rested, also. We drifted softly into sleep, and were startled awake by the front door slamming. Too late we realized that Tom would be able to see everything - the afghan was across the floor. We both looked up sheepishly, and standing there in front of us was Mom. She looked down, her face getting redder and redder at the sight. And what a sight we must have been. I was sitting back, bare from the waist down, cock glistening a little from my cum, and my jeans in a heap, but with the wet- stain clearly showing. Aunt Heather had her skirt hiked all the way up, the crotch of her panties were torn, and some of my licking had left wet spots that hadn't dried yet. To top it off, Auntie's blouse was speckled with cum stains, and a large glob had slid from her cleavage down the front of her shirt. "Well, Sis, there are two things you can do," Aunt Heather said looking up at Mom. "You can kill us or join us." "What?!" Mom and I both replied. "You know, I still haven't told your son about the times we "But, but that was years ago," Mom replied, starting to back away. "And you don't think your son deserves the same treatment?" Aunt Heather replied. I just sat there dazed. I never expected this. Just the thought of Aunt Heather again, much less just Mom, or even the two of them together, had my cock recovering. It slowly started jerking and growing while they were fighting. "What about Tom, what if he walks in?" Mom asked. "Tom is a putz. He went to his buddies to spend the night and jerk each other off." "And you let him?" "Sure, this one was trying to seduce me, and who am I to ever resist?" "That's for certain," Mom replied, but her voice trailed off as she finally glanced at my growing cock. As I saw her eyes focus on me, and realized what she was looking at, I grew even harder. "That's right," Aunt Heather said, slowly rising, "Look at that. Never been touched. I didn't even get a chance to taste it." By this time, Aunt Heather was standing next to Mom and was slowly leading her forward. "Looks good, doesn't it. How long has it been since you tasted teenage cock?" "He did grow nicely, didn't he?" Mom asked, slightly dazed. "Why not ask him if he wants you to join," Aunt Heather said, winking over to me. "Ummm, uhh, yeah," was the most intelligent thing I could say. "You know, he is a great pussy licker, aren't you?" Auntie said to me. By this time, she had led Mom right in front of me, and was standing behind her. Aunt Heather was still mostly dressed as before. Mom was wearing a full dress that went from her shoulders to her ankles. She had on flats and no stockings. Aunt Heather stood behind Mom, holding her by the shoulders. I could tell that she was grinding her hips into Mom's back, both were getting flushed. Aunt Heather slowly knelt down, slid her hands down Mom's sides, over her hips, and down the sides of her legs. She=7F hooked the hem of the dress over her thumbs and sensually started back up. I could see the palms of my Aunt's hands pressing into my Mom's legs as she slowly drew the dress up, higher and higher. Aunt Heather stopped at ass level and was massaging Mom's butt, pulling the dress back, exposing Mom's pink, silk panty covered bush. "Why not give your Mom an example?" Aunt Heather asked, pressing Mom's hips forward with her own. I knew that I would never had a chance like this again. I grasped Mom's panties and tugged them down. I reached between her thighs and pulled my face into her. For some reason, maybe because it had only been a couple of hours since I last came, I went much slower. Mom stood there, braced by Aunt Heather, as I slowly explored Mom's pussy. I ran my tongue lightly around the outer lips, feeling the enlarge and grow moist. I teased her, running my tongue around and around the outer lips, the suddenly stabbed my tongue into her. She gasped, but the sound was muffled. I pulled back to look up and saw that Aunt Heather had slipped the rest of the dress of Mom and had her hands inside Mom's bra, massaging her breasts. The reason her voice was muffled was that their mouths were locked together in a passionate kiss. No way I could hold back now. I knew I was about to come, but I also knew that there was only one place I could cum. If I ever wanted to continue this in the future, I had to cum inside Mom. I grabbed Mom's hips and twisted. She lost her balance and flopped to the sofa. Aunt Heather managed to keep standing, and removed her top while I slid up Mom's legs. I thrust a few times, trying to find the hole, Mom quivering. I felt a hand squeeze my cock painfully hard. I look over at Aunt Heather. "Not just yet," she said and pushed my hips over. I moved over to the side and buried my face in Mom's breast. I knew something was going on below, but I was engrossed in the forbidden lush breasts of Mom. I sucked the nipples hard, licked the valley between them, all the while, Auntie's firm grasp on my cock kept me from cumming. An eternity later I temporarily had my fill of Mom's breasts. I looked down to see Aunt Heather licking Mom's pussy. Feeling me stop mauling Mom's breasts, Aunt Heather scooched over and pulled me back on Mom. Her grasp lessened and I felt myself guided into a warm heaven. I was doing it, I was fucking my own Mom... and my aunt. I started thrusting, telling Mom I was about to cum, and I was going to cum inside her. Mom started spasming on the couch, moaning and pulling my ass tightly to her. I started to suck a nipple, when things were crowded for a moment. I realized that Aunt Heather had pressed her breast to Mom's. I stretched my mouth and took both their nipples together. It was too much. My cock jerked hard and I shot into my mother. It was a small load, but Mom could sense me cumming and came herself. She more than came, she let go. Mom moaned and whimpered, and I felt a gush of warm wetness run down my leg. Mom'sbladder had let go. She was still shaking as Auntie pulled me off and started sucking Mom's pussy. I wanted to do something, but there was now way I was getting hard again. I climbed behind Aunt Heather and spread her cheeks. While she was sucking my cum and Mom's piss, I was tongue around her hole and the bottom of her pussy. I rolled over and pulled her hips down onto my face. I buried myself in her pussy and soon felt her flood my mouth with her cum. After that, we just laid there in a heap on the couch. After a while I got up and fetched some drinks. Soon, we covered ourselves with the afghan and fell asleep. Mom woke up first, and I guess judged from what time Tom was supposed to be home that we had time for another round. All I know is that I woke up about 8:30 with two mouths on my cock. End