Aunt Maggie Ch. 03

The news hit Billy like a spray of cold water to his face. Gwen was his great aunt? What did his father have to do with all this if Gwen was his great aunt from his mummy's side, and what on Earth did she mean by complicated?

"My past is quite checkered," Gwen added,

"but not anymore than this one here sucking your cock!"

Gwen playfully smacked wicked Auntie Maggie on the back of her naughty noggin for emphasis whilst Maggie quite shamelessly continued slurping and gobbling away at her nephew. She left the two for but a moment, presently returning with a tray upon which she balanced a large punch jug and three glasses filled with ice. Setting the refreshments upon a low table beside the chaise, Gwen then related to Billy the whole sordid story concerning his mum and his aunty and how how she'd "caught them in the act" one day, (only to take them both up under her mentorship and make them sexual disciples for "all things Sapphic and libertine").

She explained how from that day forward the well-being of those two women had been a primary concern of hers, and how she'd done her best all these years to shield the family from intrigue and scandal. While it was one thing for libertines to have their indulgences, (be it sex, drink, gambling or other), it was another thing entirely for a scandal to get out and destroy reputations. She knew this all too well and she made secrecy and privacy her watchwords with regard to the family.

Billy was dumbstruck by the revelation his mum and auntie had been "active" with one another, (and in a perverse relationship that had been going on again off again since they'd been his age). He couldn't wrap his head around it completely.

Really? His stodgy old mum with her rules and decorum and sensibilities? True, she DID run a company specializing in lingerie and marital aids, but she was STILL his mum after all, (and all that it implied). What's more... Gwen had been "supervising" all the hijinks all these years? REALLY? It was a lot to comprehend.

Seeing there might be a need to dull the shock a bit, Gwennie quickly poured a tall glass of something rather pinkish and handed it to Maggie. The lady of the house took a sip and then returned to her cock-sucking activities upon her nephew, (who now clearly wore a look of chagrin). Gwen then filled a glass for Billy, handing it to him, before then pouring one for herself.

Billy took a swig from his glass absent-mindedly, then a second later made a long wheezing SCREEEEEHHH in his chest; being somewhat unused to such libations. His ears were met with chuckles and snorts from both women, who of course knew better than to simply make all 'down the hatch' with such things. He let-go a great * COUGH! COUGH! HACK! * sputtering,

"What exactly is this, Gwennie?"

"Well," she said, taking a sip of her own before continuing, "you might call this Punch, but the original name was Panch... and the recipe goes back to the days when India was most British indeed. Old recipes for drink are a passion of mine... well that and a few other things!"

She shot a naughty smirk at Maggie. Auntie Maggie, now engaged with a mouthful of young cock, merely chuckled and shot back a sly wink at her aunt.

"But enough talk of drink William, " Gwen continued, "it seems there is more to this story I've been telling."

Billy glanced down into the beaming eyes of his Auntie, who winked at him mischievously as if YES INDEED there was much more for him to hear as she happily choked and glugged upon his member. Gwen explained,

"You see, when I was your age, my older sister caught me doing the very same filthy thing your mum caught your Auntie Maggie doing. Just like your mum n' auntie, my sister Silvia gave me a choice; to 'let her join in or she'd tell our parents!' Well I must say, I've never regretted my decision to let my sister teach me such wonderfully shameful fun!"

"Silvia," Billy muttered, "that is the same name as..."

"As your maternal grandmother... yes," Gwen interrupted with a loving squeeze to his scrotum, " she is the very one and same, I can assure you that. Anyhow, for several months we did our 'thing' in the dark of our shared bedroom after lights were off for the night. I absolutely loved it but there was ...SOMETHING MORE I needed, and that something happened to be rampant male cock!"

For a moment, Gwennie plucked Billy's cock from Maggie's gob to give it a few wicked sucks of her own. Good hard sucks they were, her eyes shut and with her mouth pulling hard as if she were attempting to strip a chicken bone. The sudden rush of rude pleasure caused Billy to toss about his head, shuddering as if he'd caught a chill.

Gwen opened her eyes as if recalling something pleasurable from the past; smiling as she released the young man's cock before popping it back over his auntie's ravenous cocksucker. Fueled with vivid recollections of things long ago, she continued with her sordid tale.

"Yes," she sighed happily, "I needed a stiff cock, indeed! I found it one day... well stumbled upon it really. I'd gone out into the shed and discovered my younger brother (who'd just turned eighteen), sitting in the dark with his trousers down - abusing himself vigorously over a magazine."

She saw Billy's eyes looking straight at her in rapt attention, yet he put a hand atop his auntie's head; guiding her noggin like a lewd red-headed toy upon his throbber. He was getting the best of both worlds; a blowjob and ball squeeze from two mature women, (and accompanied by the rudest of rude tales). Gwennie pressed on with her story.

"Well," she said, "at first I merely watched him, fascinated by what I saw. He didn't seem to notice my presence and had not heard me walk up. I then remembered how my sister had caught me and blackmailed me. I became inspired. Do you know what I did?"

Billy shook his head in a dumb nod, his hand bobbing his naughty auntie's noggin up and down like a child's ball in his lap. Gwen giggled at the recollection saying,

"I cleared my throat *AHEM* and my poor brother Reggie nearly died of fright, falling from the stool. Of course he was all protests and denial though I had him dead to rights however, given him the same choice I'd been given - I could tell our parents or he could let me help him to... finish, as it were."

Billy was all focus and quiet attention concerning her words. The only noise besides Gwen's story was the slow deliberate SLURP! SLURP! SLURP! of Auntie Maggie's fellatio breaking the silence of that rather hot sticky morning.

"Well," Gwennie explained, "so I set about wanking him whilst he and I both looked at his naughty book and all its lurid color photos. In a short time, I was able to make him spout all over my hand and across the floor of the shed. I was quite proud of myself, and what's more I was brimming with illicit excitement of what might be next. It was our "little secret" you see, but it was a decadent gateway to other marvelous activities between myself and my brother Reggie. We found every far-fetched reason to sneak off to that shed. We were like a pair of silly fools; absolutely certain we'd not get caught."

The story was getting better now. Remembering what was to come next Auntie Maggie snorted a little giggle through her nose, (despite having cheeks stuffed with Billy's throbber). She then saw Gwen's quite noticeable irritation and winked at her housekeeper-aunt apologetically, (as if bidding her to continue and that she'd not interrupt the story further).

"Soon," Gwen went on, "he and I moved on from my mere tugging upon him and he putting fingers up my cunny or my bum. I began to have him kiss me between my legs, (just as my sister had shown me). Of course it wasn't long before we both wished for me to suck upon his thing and *giggle* I remember how surprised I was when it squirted in my mouth. I very much enjoyed it, that warm squirt, despite being told by other girls it was such a nasty vile thing to do!"

She saw Billy smile thoughtfully at her comment before hiding his mouth in his punch glass for another sip. She returned that smile saying sweetly to him,

"It was very much an awakening for the both of us, and quite soon it led to us deciding we wanted to put it up inside me,"

She paused but a moment, studying his face. His eyes told her everything she needed know; he was shocked and yet intrigued by the implications of the tale. True he'd his member well encased in his Aunt Maggie's greedily sucking gob, but this young fellow was still quite the novice in the ways of wanton wickedry. She liked it... and she liked that HE liked it as now she noticed him involuntarily rocking his hips against his aunt's fellatio, (all whilst he filled his face with punch and ran his free hand luxuriously through his auntie's auburn locks). Oh yes...he'd do, and he'd be a quick study indeed. She continued.

"So one day when our parents were away in town we stole off to the shed and simply did it. I don't know how long we were doing it for, but it simply WAS marvelous! There we were, rutting like two beasts on-heat down on the shed floor; just like all the naughty people doing dirty things in Reggie's filthy book."

She stopped, took a sip from her glass and stared off absentmindedly; as if recalling more things deeply pleasurable to her. Billy saw her nostrils flare a bit right before her eyes met his. She went on with,

"Well, it was all such delicious mischief; that is until our older sister stepped into the doorway and caught the both of us bare-arsed and red-handed. As it turned out, she'd been watching us sneak off to the shed for days. What's more she'd observed our activities up close; right through a hole in the shed wall she'd simply been waiting for the correct moment to spring things upon us."

Maggie stopped slurping to listen intently, knowing the next part of this familiar story but simply relishing at how shamelessly wicked her mum Sylvia once had been, (spying on people and all). Wickedry and hedonism apparently ran like quicksilver in this family!

"Well," Gwen continued, "we were presented the same ultimatums as before. We could let her join in, or she could tell Mummy and Daddy what she'd caught us getting up to. Well, that simply wouldn't do; so her clothes ended up in a heap on the shed floor along with ours ...and her bare arse landed BANG in the middle of us!

We did everything. Everything in that nasty book of Reggie's, (everything on that nasty phone of yours for that matter). Bloody fortunate there was no internet back in those days I should think!"

Billy nodded, taking her meaning but not without effort. He could feel now not only that marvelous mouth of Aunt Maggie upon his member, there was also the matter of the punch making his head a bit foggy. Whatever it was in that drink, it worked marvelously fast! Maggie and Gwennie both noticed his mildly altered state as Gwen carried on with,

"Reggie spouted in our cunnies and well up our bums as we ate one another in one great mass of heaving sibling flesh. One of us girls would ride his face whilst another would bounce away upon his cock; then we'd switch things out. In the end we ate supper in conspiratorial silence after our unsuspecting parents arrived at home; all before we went to bed quite tired I must say...oh but twas just the beginning, dear boy.

We became a sneaky little trio of incestuous hedonists; sneaking off to the shed or the barn, or the wood behind the great house. We were simply awful, and yet it was sooooo very very wonderful. Magical even."

Billy listened intently; all the while rocking hips slightly as his Auntie's head kept bobbing in his lap most delightfully. She possessed really talented cocksucking skills he could easily see; better than any girl he'd ever had till now. Gwennie, not missing his state of arousal cupped his balls with a deft palm; massaging them soothingly while she continued the lurid tale.

"Our big sister knew a few girls from the village with 'like minds' such as ours. Soon they joined us out in the woods for our little 'nature walks' as we liked to call them.

Reggie eventually brought a few friends of his as well, introducing them to our little collection of girls. Soon there were parties and get-togethers, and there were spirits and hemp and so very much naughty business out in that wood. Shame it was all eventually spoiled by my sister going off to school, then myself, then our brother. Ohhhh but we were more than ready to get out in that seedy underbelly of the big-wide-world... and simply shag it all senseless!"

"So where does my dad come into all of this?" asked Billy with a head now cloudy as the inside of a chimney from the effects of drink.

"Well," Gwen nodded, getting closer to her point in between sips of her own punch, " after she finished school there was a period of time where our older sister took a flat. You know the family name Tugwell, yes? You also know what business we were in, and are still in, yes?"

"Tugwell Threads, String, and Fabrics," Billy nodded, " it was a stroke of luck for my grandfather Edmund, him meeting up with my grandmother Sylvia and all. He secured his supply chain and also tied in with a larger family fortune than that of his own when they married,"

There was a pause. Gwennie stared somewhat stunned at how this attractive young man had such a keen grasp of the family's enterprises, despite a mind full of drink, (and she'd mixed that batch strong). He was indeed; NOT just a pretty face, a large cock and some broad shoulders. Maggie spat out his cock and explained with a happy shrug,

"He is a rather smart one; reads and knows things, even if he's a bit odd when he blurts them out,"

She popped his cock back in her gob and resumed sucking him. Gwennie finally nodded in agreement saying,

"Yes, that is quite apparent. Well anyhow, my sister was not hurting for cash flow - none of us were really for that matter. When I finished school I moved in with her. It was one well-funded party after another and we really weren't keen to find work - not with Dad's money coming in like it was. It was a perfectly spoiled little arrangement we had and when our brother Reggie finished up school, he moved in down the stairs and around the corner from us. He joined in the fun, as it were!"

She could see wheels turning in Billy's head despite the effects of the gin, (all whilst down below Maggie's naughty noggin sucked and pulled with greedy lips upon his now throbbing manhood). Gwen continued with,

"It was quite a fun crowd we ran with; musicians, artists, spoiled rich drug-addled hedonists like ourselves. There were kids from the families I've just mentioned, the Ardents, the Sedgewicks, the Lickwelles, and yes of course, the Cory's; all either university age or post graduate. It was about that time I had my "accident."

"Accident?" replied Billy.

"Yes," Gwennie replied, "I became pregnant. Pregnant and out of wedlock. There had been an endless array of parties and get-togethers, and couplings. It finally caught up with me. It's a wonder why it never caught up with my sister..."

"So who was the father of the child?" asked Billy. His Auntie Maggie paused in her cocksucking activities; holding his dong betwixt her lips while she wickedly attempted half-smile, waiting for Gwennie's uneasy reply.

"The father," Gwen continued, "happened to be, my brother... Reggie."

There was a stunned silence on the part of Billy, broken only from Maggie's mischievous slurps and sucks down below. She found both Gwen's uneasiness and Billy's shock to be most amusing and exhilarating. There would be yet even more shocks to amuse her shortly.

"D-d-did you say," Billy stammered, "y-your brother?"

"Yes," Gwennie continued, "I had a boy. I put him up for adoptive services before he was even born."

"So then," said Billy, "that was it, yes?"

"You'd think so," Gwennie replied, "and at first I went back to my lifestyle. My sister, our brother Reggie, and myself all acted as if nothing had happened; more parties, more drugs, more sex with one another... and others,"

Her voice trailed off as she recalled some things particularly wonderful and wicked. Those thoughts were interrupted by her niece and employer, Maggie.

"He's ready," she commented to her Auntie Gwennie with a sly look sideways.

"Well then girl," Gwennie said pushing young Billy back against the lounge, "if he is ready, mount up. I'll be wanting to give it a go soon enough, myself!"

"Yes Auntie," Maggie replied, having now already climbed atop him (and all sweet grins and breathiness).

Billy found the bell-head to his now ramrod-stiff penile piston nestled against the warm fleshy underside notch of his aunt's sex. It was all agreeably slippery for him and his pulse raced upon contact. As his auntie settled her weight down upon things, Billy presently felt her cunt-hole yield and stretch in oh so wonderfully a warm and welcoming (if not wet), embrace.

Maggie slid on down, sheathing her nephew's shaft; all the while biting her lower lip in the process. At the very bottom of travel there was then an involuntary wriggle from her hips. She'd taken the whole of him at one plunge and now she felt his cock give the top floor of her insides a good stout pokety poke. It all felt so marvelous and so overwhelming at the same time for her, her lungs just had to let out a simply uncontrollable,

"Hahhhhh- oh YESSSSS!"

Her shudder was met by that of her nephew, who gasped as if he'd plunged into an icy pool. It was then their eyes met. Broad sweet smiles spread across their faces as the two reveled in the stretchy delicious squeeze of their initial penetration and its heady level of intimacy.

"Yes," Gwennie continued, eyeing them with keen interest and allowing them both a moment to collect themselves, "where was I?"

"You resumed partying with your sister and brother?" Billy replied just before his Auntie Maggie snatched his lips up in hers, (and in a snog most passionate indeed whilst she rolled hips against him). Commencing to stroke her arse upon him, she brought his hands to her breasts. Taking his auntie's lead Billy began to play with her titties; pinching and fondling whilst Gwen decided she could wait no further and picked up where she'd left off.

"Yes we were back in the parties and the drugs and the sex. It was about then that our brother Reggie introduced your Grandmother Sylvia to a friend of his- another of the Cory's, (and none other than your future Grandfather, Edmund Cory). Oh, Edmund myself and Sylvia had the most torrid of booze soaked threesomes imaginable; so much so that I was worried Edmund might make us both pregnant!"

Gwennie noticed Billy's face now turned again to hers. Again he was stupefied and incredulous. Maggie giggled again at all that boyish shock before commencing to suck at his neck and shoulders; all whilst bouncing again and again upon his proud pulsing throbber.

"Luckily," Gwen continued, "he did NOT and as it turns out, Edmund and Sylvia ended up being married by choice. I can also attest to the fact that they did so out of love- not out of necessity. They did however keep that 'special relationship of a libertine nature' with myself. In short, I had 'rights' to the pair of them, and they to me.

My brother Reggie also retained certain carnal rights and privileges to myself and to my sister, (although I think your Grandfather Edmund never knew). Edmund was far too busy with his business, with Sylvia and myself... oh and that's not to mention his many mistresses, to notice anything. He never suspected his friend 'Randy Rude Reggie' with either myself or Sylvia, despite the lot of us being a bit unkempt and out of breath on a few occasions when he came home early from work. In fact Edmund never noticed any of the other men hanging about the house at odd hours. It could have made for a farcical libertine play in Ancient Greece I should think!