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.

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