Aunt Janet's Wheelchair

"Dios mío! Dios mío! Dios mío!" came from her like a chant. "Yo ya no soy virgen! Su hijo me ha hecho una mujer!"

"Tommy ... Tommy's fucking you!" Mom said. "My son is fucking you!"

"YES! Fucking me with his big cock. I will make him cum and capture his sperm inside me! My sister—don't you wish it was YOU underneath this rutting animal!"

Aunt Janet never heard Mom's denials or saw the shock on her face.

Aunt Janet instead concentrated on stiffening her body, letting out an ear-piercing scream, and then shouting, "YA ME VENGO! YA ME VENGO! Your boy is making me cum!"

That's when I stopped humping and drove deep and stayed there while giving one loud, "AAAHHHH!" And I knew that was the moment I was shooting all my hot sperm and semen into a woman, losing my own virginity. That woman happened to be my own aunt.

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I was in shock. A shock that had a combination of anger, embarrassment ... and excitement.

I couldn't believe I had actually fucked my Aunt Janet. I couldn't believe that she had wanted to have sex with her own nephew. And, I couldn't believe my mother would help her.

Plus, I had watched my mother suck my cock. My dear, sweet, innocent, tiny mother—stretching her lips around my penis and licking up the juices that ran from it. Getting me hard, preparing me—for my aunt, her sister, her twin sister.

My emotions were all mixed up. I felt violated, and yet I felt happy that I had fucked a woman.

I didn't know what to do. Should I keep it a secret? Should I confront Mom? Should I tell Dad?

I thought over all that had gone on during the last few days: all the conversations I had heard, all that Aunt Janet said, and all manipulations I had been the center of.

I went over several plans of action, but finally decided what I was going to do right before a late dinner.

Mom made one of Dad's favorite meals, pot roast and mashed potatoes with gravy.

"It's good to be home," Dad said. "I missed you both, I missed my home, and I missed sleeping in my own bed."

"And you missed seeing Aunt Janet, Dad," I said with false cheeriness.

"How did you get along with your aunt?"

"She was nice. She treated me like a grownup," I said and looked at Mom. She stopped eating and gave me a guilty look for a second.

"My sister said Tommy has grown into a fine young man," Mom said.

A fine young man who fucked his cum into her. That's what I wanted to say, but didn't. Instead, I lifted my glass and toasted: "Welcome home, Dad. The man of the house is back!"

We all three drained our glasses.

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"MOM! WAKE UP!" I shouted. It was 11 o'clock, a couple of hours after my parents had gone to bed. My dad had said he was exhausted from the trip.

"MOM!" I shouted again. I turned her night stand light on.

Dad was on his back, mouth open and breathing rhythmically. He didn't stir.

Mom, on the other hand turned toward me, opened her eyes, and said, "Tommy, what is it? What's the matter?"

"Mom, I wanted to share something I just watched."

"You woke me up for THAT! Young man, that can wait until morning. Now go back to bed!" she said in that "I'm your Mom and I'm the boss tone."

"I think you and I should watch this alone now, or, we can watch it with Dad tomorrow." I held up my tablet and pressed play. The scene clearly showed Mom sucking on my penis.

Mom's eyes widened and her mouth opened without any words coming out.

"Look what happened when I was trying to sleep, Mom! Look what you and Aunt Janet were doing AFTER YOU DRUGGED ME!" I shouted.

"Shhh! Your father. Let's go into the kitchen and talk this over."

"Oh, we're going to talk it over. But, we're going to do it right here."

"Please, I can explain, but please don't wake your father!"

"I won't wake him, Mom. I couldn't if I tried. You know why? Because I gave him one of those special pills you and Aunt Janet fed me for three nights!"

"No ... please, Tommy. Please try and understand. I didn't mean for this to happen. It all got out of control. I'll try to explain in the morning."

"You're going to explain right now. And, if you need to refresh your memory, let me show you what else you did." I played the clip where Mom was fitting me into Aunt Janet's vagina. "Look, Mom, you're helping me fuck your own sister. How could you do that?"

Mom started crying. Tears flowed without sobbing or any sound.

"She was supposed to seduce you. You were supposed to willingly go along with her plan to finally lose her virginity. She played on my guilt, so I went along with it, thinking it would remain a secret between you two."

"But, that didn't happen, did it. Didn't it mean anything to you that I had refused?"

"She has a hold on me, and had brought those pills just in case. I begged her not to use them, but she pressured me that first night to put one in your smoothie."

"And what happened?" I asked because I had no memory and no video record to fall back on.

"I wouldn't accompany her to your room. I couldn't bear to know what was happening. Your Aunt Janet found it difficult to give you an erection, so she used her mouth. She used her mouth too long in her excitement and you ejaculated, robbing her of the chance to have intercourse, because she couldn't get your erect again. Probably ... the drug."

"And so, she tried again the next night?"

"Yes. This time you tore her hymen . Deflowered her, but she couldn't take the pain because she wasn't lubricated. She called me to help her clean the blood. Luckily she had put down a towel, but there was some on the sheets. Your Aunt scratched your arm with her nails, hoping you'd think it was your own."

"So that's the reason you went to the drug store—to get some damned lubrication so she could try one last time."

The tears had stopped. Mom's eyes were red and puffy. She sat on the edge of the queen-sized bed in her pale blue sleeveless nightgown.

"Your Aunt pleaded with me all day to help her. She said it was her last chance. She used every argument to make me feel responsible, guilty for her condition. I finally agreed, but didn't ever realize how far my involvement would go."

"Like sucking my cock?" I spat the words at her.

"You have to forgive me for that. Please, Tommy, forgive your mother!"

"You did that without my permission, right?" I asked.

"You have to. You have to forgive me."

"Get up, Mom," I said while pulling her to a standing position.

"That was without my permission. THIS is without your permission!" I said as I guided her arms straight over her head. She held them there.

"What are you doing?"

I grabbed the hem of her nightgown with both hands and roughly pulled it upwards, forcing the thin fabric to fly completely off her body, revealing that she only had panties on underneath.

Mom stood there trying to cover her huge breasts (which looked all the bigger on her tiny body). "TOMMY!" she screamed.

I had surprised her, but the surprises weren't over. I took hold of the waistband of her panties and pulled then down to her ankles in one tug. She staggered as she tried to take a step, and I took the opportunity to push her unbalanced posture onto the bed. I then ripped the panties off her feet.

My naked mother now lay on my father's bed, the one that he had been yearning for.

I had seen Aunt Janet naked. Where her legs and butt had withered away from disuse, Mom's body was fit and toned. She had muscular, tanned legs and a killer butt. There was also another difference: Mom had a full, dark bush covering her pussy.

"What are you doing?" Mom said. " Are you crazy? I'm your mother!"

I didn't answer, but took off my t-shirt and dropped my shorts to the floor. Now we were both naked.

"You didn't ask permission to suck my cock, so I guess I don't need permission for this," I said. Then I grabbed Mom's ankles and bent them back towards her head. I leaned in and with one long lick of my tongue slid across her asshole, vagina, and parted all the entangled pubic hair between her labia. I stopped short of her clitoris.

"NOOOOO!" she screamed.

"How do YOU like the same treatment you gave me?" That's when I sucked at her clitoris.

"NOOOOO! STOP! STOP! AAAAAAHHHHGGGHH!" A long, loud sigh of air escaped her.

"You wanted me to stop. Okay, I stopped," I said as I let go of her ankles. I took her by the wrist and pulled her up again to a standing position by the bed, facing me. Her face barely made it to my ribcage.

"We can't be like this—not naked. Not both of us naked here. This has to stop."

"Mom, first we're going to have a re-enactment of your performance from last night. It shouldn't be too hard because you already did it once."

"What do you mean? This has to stop here, right now!"

"What you're going to do right now, Mom, is suck my cock!"

"I'll never do that again," she whispered.

I pushed down on her shoulders, but she didn't budge. "You're going to suck my cock, just like you did last night."

"No, never. I can't. That was a mistake. I was forced to do it."

"And you didn't enjoy it at all?" I asked.

Mom said nothing.

I pressed on her shoulders again, but she was remaining strong.

"No, Tommy. I won't make that same mistake again."

"I guess, since you won't answer me about whether you enjoyed it, I'll need another opinion. Never mind then, I'll ask Dad tomorrow when I show him the video.

"You wouldn't dare!" Mom hissed.

I pushed down on her shoulders, and slowly, Mom's knees bent, lower and lower until she was kneeling on the floor in front of me. I took her hand and guided it to my cock. she didn't resist, but waited a few moments before pumping it in little strokes.

"Suck it, Mom! Like last night, suck my cock until it's hard."

After watching the video, I hadn't expected the extra thrill I got of actually, live and in person, seeing my mom's mouth take in my penis. I had to promise myself not to cum as she bobbed her head on and off it until it was as erect as it ever was going to become.

I surprised Mom when I said, "Okay, enough," and pulled her to her feet.

"I did what you said, now lets end this," Mom whispered.

"Oh, we're going to end it. Just in another way." I reached behind Mom with both of my big hands and cupped her firm buttocks. They felt like two big grapefruits.

I lifted her light body easily, and her arms went around my neck to keep her balance. I kept lifting until her tits were in front of my face. Against Mom's repeated protests, I feasted on them, sucking their hard nipples until she had no more words to say, just heavy breathing.

Her legs had unconsciously wrapped around me to support herself and keep her legs from dangling. I pulled her butt towards me and trapped my cock tight against her stomach.

"How do you like me sucking on your tits, Mom? You're breastfeeding me again!"

"Stop this! You have to—"

I'll never know what else she was going to say because I covered her mouth with mine and stuck my tongue in just far enough to meet hers. She struggled to disengage, but I didn't let her. I pulled my tongue back to drink in all her saliva and then thrust it in again. There was less resistance.

I pulled her butt cheeks apart enough to sneak my middle finger across her exposed asshole.

"Hmmmphh!" she gave high-pitched squeal muffled by my mouth.

I began to lift and lower her butt slowly, knowing that at that height and at that angle, my cock must have been sawing against her clitoris.

"Uummm, uummm, uummm," she groaned into my mouth. Now her tongue began its own play.

I lifted Mom away from me so my cock sprung free and then ran it up her backside. Its shaft was getting soaked by her wide-open vagina. I pulled back and forth, each time my cockhead snagging a little on the entrance of her pussy.

"TOMMY! Be careful. Be careful; you don't want to accidentally—"

"No, Mom. I don't want to accidentally. I want to ON PURPOSE!"

Mom's eyes widened and looked directly into mine, "You can't. We can't!"

I lowered Mom slowly, inch-by-inch, as her slick vagina welcomed home her son for the first time in eighteen years. She struggled and writhed and cursed and screamed. She protested that it was too big and that it was too thick and that it hurt too much.

But, I didn't stop. I didn't slow down, and I didn't speed up. And as her stretched vaginal lips met the base of my cock and nibbled at my pubic hair, I pulled her her even tighter against me, forcing myself even deeper.

When I had entered the room, I had been her son and she had been my mother. Now, she was a woman, and I was a man, and were were in the midst of the most primitive and vital of activities our species does: mating.

"Ohhhhh! So deep! It's been so long since ... since ...."

"Move your hips, Mom, slide yourself on and off."

"Don't, don't ask me to," she whispered into my ear.

"You need this, don't you, Mom? You knew you needed it when you saw me with Aunt Janet."

"Don't torment me. Please don't. Just get this over with," she said.

"Move your hips," I said again.

In her bedroom, in Dad's bedroom, my tiny mother was held suspended above the carpeted floor, motionless—except for her hips. They were twitching, and that twitch turned into a grind, which led to full-fledged humping. My mom soon was pulling herself off my cock, only to ram herself down on it again. All in my arms, three feet above the floor.

"Oohh! Ooohh! Oohh!" she chanted with every motion.

"Tell me you need it, Mom!

"No, nooo. Don't make me."

"Beg me to fuck you."

"I won't. Please ... I can't," she whispered in my ear.

I held her hips still so she couldn't move. I held her like that for fifteen seconds or so.

"Do you want me to fuck you?"

She whined incoherently for a while and then said, "Yes!"

"Yes what?"

"YES! YES! FUCK ME! FUCK ME LIKE YOU FUCKED YOUR AUNT!"

I walked to the bed and, still carrying Mom walked across its width on my knees until I got to the spot I wanted. Then I fell on top of Mom, drving inside her with all my might.

"AAAAAHHHGGHH!" she grunted. "Not here, no, please. Not next to your father!"

I had positioned her head to be within inches of my Dad's face.

I fucked now for real, just like I had in the video. Fast and hard.

Mom lost all sense of where she was, maybe even who she was. She thrashed and met every one of my thrusts with her upturned hips.

"DAD!" I shouted. "DAD! LOOK! LOOK!

My Dad, through the haze of the drug, gave one "Whaaa?" and then drifted off again.

"DAD! I'M FUCKING MOM! IN YOUR BED, I'M FUCKING MOM!"

Then all three of us were silent except for grunts and furious breathing.

Mom's tight pussy finally got to me and I felt my cockhead swell before I let loose a torrent of hot sticky mess deep in Mom's womb. But, I kept fucking even after that until Mom shuddered and screamed near Dad's ear:

"I'M CUMMING! NOW! NOW! I'M CUMMING!

And, it was over. Maybe Aunt Janet had popped my cherry, but forever I would count this as my first fuck. The night I fucked my own mother. The night I made her cum in Dad's bed while he slept, oblivious.

I pulled out, and my mother was spent, maybe even unconscious, I don't know.

Before I threw a sheet over them, shut the light, and left, I noticed what the guys called a "creampie"—a river of thick white flowing out of Mom's hairy vagina as she lay there with her legs apart. Her little womb evidently wasn't big enough to hold all her son's seed.

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I got something to eat, then took a long shower. The water soothed my mind and made me think of all that happened:

1. Aunt Janet tried to seduce me.

2. I got drugged three times.

3. Aunt Janet, with Mom's help (including a blowjob), got me to fuck her.

4. I fucked my mother.

This was quite a week. One I would never forget. A couple of things that didn't get on the list because they were part of the other items, but noteworthy nonetheless were:

A. I fucked identical twins within 24 hours (that the twins were my mom and her sister made it even more special).

B. I fucked Mom in Dad's bed with him right there.

C. I made Mom cum (gave my own mother an orgasm and filled her with my cum!).

Maybe I would continue to make lists all night!

I couldn't sleep. After being groggy and getting extra hours of sleep all week, maybe I'd be awake all night.

I heard the shower, and thought Mom must be washing the evidence off her before morning. I wondered if she would have to explain a crusty wet spot on the bed.

I was reading when I heard a light knock on the door.

"Come in," I said.

Mom stuck her head in like she'd done a thousand times before. But, this was the thousand and one-th time, and it was different. "Saw your light. Can I come in for a minute?"

"Sure Mom."

She had on her blue satin robe Dad had bought her in San Francisco the year before.

"We have to talk," she said.

"I know. About everything."

"We crossed a line tonight that we shouldn't have. We're mother and son, not lovers. And we have to go back to that relationship tomorrow."

I threw back the sheet. I was naked.

"Oh my God, Tommy! Stop! We need to talk."

"Look at me, Mom. Look at what you do to me." It was obvious what I meant. My penis was almost totally erect.

"Let's just talk, Tommy."

I reached out and took the end of her robe tie in my hand and pulled. The robe came apart. Mom tried to hold it together, but I pushed it off her shoulders, And she let it fall to the floor, leaving her freshly-showered naked body before me.

"Tommy ...."

I pulled her by the hand, and she came reluctantly to my bed. She lay next to me and I cradled her head with my arm. After a few seconds, she relaxed and snuggled against me.

"This is so complicated now," she said.

I lightly kissed her lips and let her talk between kisses.

"I never expected this. I never expected to be naked in bed with my son, who was also naked. I'm sorry, Tommy. I'm sorry for what I let my sister do to you, and I'm sorry for what we've done."

I kissed her again, and again. Not hard, and not with any real desire, but with affection. I was trying to tell Mom, I guess, that it was all right.

"I'm glad, Mom. I'm glad it happened. At first I was mad, but after thinking about it, I'm happy for both of us."

"I don't see how you could be happy about being taken advantage of."

"You could look at it that way, and maybe at first I did. But, then, when I was taking my shower, I thought that finally maybe you don't have to feel guilty any more about Aunt Janet's accident because we bought you out of it. You paid your debt to her. I bought it by fucking her. That's the bargain she made, and now I'm glad she did because you're free."

Mom was silent, and her eyes didn't blink, like she was letting that sink in. I kissed her again, and this time she kissed back. Just lightly, like I had been doing.

"Don't ever let her hold that over your head again, Mom. You're free now. I may not have known what I was doing when I made Aunt Janet cum, but I want you to know I would have done it willingly if I knew it would make you free of her."

"That makes me feel so much better, Tommy. I thought I was trading in one guilt for another. Guilty about what I let her do to you. What I let her talk me into."

"Is that what you felt, guilt, when you were watching me fuck her?"

"That, and ...."

"What, Mom?"

"Okay, I'll be honest with you. When I was watching what you were doing to my sister, that you were able to give her so much pleasure, I felt jealous."

"Jealous?"

"Your father, with his work and maybe getting tired of me, or whatever, has completely lost interest in sex, both physically and emotionally. It has been years since we've had relations."

"Sorry, Mom. It must have been hard to watch me and Aunt Janet."