Closing the Deal

"Asshole's looking at the other place, probably screwing that little whore from ERA, what's her name anyway - Allison?"

She was pacing back and forth now. Her hair was a bit out of place but that was the only thing that hinted at any special "deals" she may have been working out with the guy earlier.

"Well, was he a good fuck at least?" Kristi blurted out, trying to defuse the situation a little but unfortunately, her attempts at humor were a little mistimed and served only to set her mom off on another tirade.

"Was he good? Crap, bastard could barely get it up. Blamed it on his blood pressure pills. Bullshit."

"But Aunt Linda, what makes you so sure he's going to buy the other place," I asked. "Maybe he's just trying to get another free piece of ass?"

"Who knows? It's just I wanted to close this one quick. Crap, I REALLY need the numbers. The month of May has been a real bitch and my boss has been on my case about it big time."

"Well, can I help?" Kristi offered. From the way she licked her lips unconsciously I knew what kind of "help" my nympho cousin was offering. God, what a slut she was. I bet she was already thinking about what kind of BJ she would be giving him.

To be fair, it really was a bigger deal for Kristi than you might think as she really wasn't into older guys (older defined as anyone older than her). Sure, she lets my dad fuck her but that's because he's her uncle, not because she would do him otherwise. So far as I know, she hasn't even fucked my Uncle Jim. Yep, Kristi was WAY more into the college boys.

Sometimes it truly concerned me when she told me about some of her exploits. For some reason, though, she didn't seem to care. She wasn't concerned about her "reputation" in the same way I was as she never was going to have to apply for a job teaching kids. My mom's guess is that she will marry some rich guy and be his trophy wife but sometimes I wondered if she wasn't going to be some awesome porn star.

"Hey, how about me instead?" I heard myself say, as if I was detached from my body and listening in on myself. It wasn't even something I thought about before blurting it out. Yet once it was out there, it seemed like the right thing to do. After all, I was the one who was into older guys - especially the married ones.

After the initial shock of my outburst, I realized that this was perfect for me in that it would be just a one-time thing. The primary reason I enjoyed being with married men wasn't that they were such great fucks. It was more about the thrill I got from them cheating on their wives, committing adultery to have me. I'm not talking about swingers or "open marriages". After all, if the wife consents then what's the big deal? No, what gets me off is driving a guy over the edge to where he abandons his wedding vows because I am so sexy and desirable.

"Really? Would you really be in interested in that sort of thing, Kelly?" my aunt asked, looking at me with a bit if surprise, "I mean, you DO know what kind of help I need, don't you?"

I couldn't help but giggle a little at that. Where did she come up with THAT one? My aunt knew all about me and the things I've done so there shouldn't be any question in her mind that I would be interested. Meanwhile, Kristi was looking a little miffed.

"You OK with that Kristi?" I asked.

"Yeah, I guess so. He's a little ancient for me anyway. I've never figured out why you like the old farts."

Turning back to my aunt, I took a deep breath, lifted my shoulders and let them drop dramatically as I exhaled slowly and forcefully. "OK then, it's settled. So what exactly do you want me to do?"

My aunt grinned at me and sat in the edge of the bed next to me. She reached out and started to run her hand over my cool naked body, letting her fingers drag along lightly behind, raising goose bumps on my smooth skin.

"Hmmmmmm, I know what I'd LIKE you to do right now," she purred, running her index finger in circles around my hardening nipples. She pinched my nipple gently between her fingers, pulling on it a bit and then releasing it, letting it snap back into place.

There's just something about having an older woman touch me and caress me that makes me want to melt. It's the same when I feel my mom or her best friend against me. Not that I don't enjoy being with younger girls like Kristi, not at all. It's just "different" is the only way I can describe it. There is more a sense of intimacy versus sexuality, perhaps more of a nurturing feel to it by having an older woman attend to me that brings back memories of my childhood when my mom would hold me or caress me when I was feeling down and lonely. When Kristi touched me, I knew it was really more for her own enjoyment and pleasure. With Aunt Linda, I sensed it was more about her concern and love for me as it was for her own self-fulfillment.

I laid back with my eyes closed, forgetting all about whatever tasks she had for me with her client and just concentrated on her light touch. Her fingers ran up and down me, over my boobs, down my stomach, passing quickly over my pussy and then down one inner thigh to return up the other. Indeed, it did take me back to when I was just a little girl. Someone would tease me or make me feel bad and when I got home my mom would run her hands over me in much the same way as my aunt was now, soothing me and relaxing me, helping me to forget whatever it was that was bothering me. One little difference between then and now was that back then there wasn't anything sexual about it, at least not for me. Well, that certainly wasn't the same tonight!

Aunt Linda's hand settled on one of my boobs and then stopped moving for a moment. I cracked open an eye and couldn't help but smile at the stunning sight in front of me. Kristi had gotten off the bed while I was distracted and was now standing between my aunt's legs, leaning over and kissing her mom. Even if I hadn't known their long incestuous history, it would have been obvious to anyone seeing this that this wasn't their first rodeo. What made it so erotic was that it wasn't exaggerated or put on, just two women demonstrating their intense love for one another in a gentle, sexual exchange.

I didn't dare say anything that might break the mood of the moment. The room was completely silent except for the light sounds of their lips touching. I watched as Kristi's mom put her free arm around her daughter's gorgeous nude body, pulling her in closer until Kristi was sitting on her mom's lap. It may not have been as innocent as back in the days when Kristi was a little girl (well, if they were EVER innocent to start with), but the same feelings and emotions that only a mother and her daughter can feel for one another were there. Kristi had one arm around her mom's neck while the other hand was fumbling with her mom's blouse, unbuttoning it and pulling it open.

Aunt Linda wasn't wearing a bra, no surprise given the semi-transparent nature of her blouse, and her exposed boobs looked fantastic. Any signs of her lift from last year were gone as if evaporated and her boobs once again had the perkiness of a woman half her age. It wasn't like she needed a boob job THAT bad but as she approached her late thirties she became more aware of the growing impact of age on her body and longed for her lost youth. My mom had confided in me that she had declined implants, happy with being a solid C cup naturally. Anything larger would have looked odd anyway and I have never understood why small women go for the big boob look that just screams "fake".

Kristi bent over and took her one of her mom's boob in her mouth. I bit my lip as I heard my aunt sigh and put her head back, eyes closed as she enjoyed the touch of her daughter's tongue. After what Kristi had done to me just a little while ago, I knew exactly what she was experiencing and I didn't blame her one bit for expressing her feelings.

"Oh Kristi baby," I barely heard her murmur as Kristi took her nipple lightly between her teeth and pulled gently but firmly on it, letting it snap back after she had tugged.

Well, who would blame me for touching myself while I watched this incredible scene? While I knew (today at least) that Kristi and her mom had been doing it together since she was a little girl, I didn't actually get to see them like this all that often so it was a treat for me to watch. It reminded me in a way of when my mom and I got together. As I played with my pussy I imagined my mom joining us and it was her mouth on my pussy rather than my hand.

Aunt Linda still had her arm around Kristi still but now she was cupping her daughter's perky little boob instead of her ass. Kristi was going from one boob to the other with her mouth. At times she just sucked on the nipples and then at others she would suck and lick all over her mom's breast.

I wiggled over more to the center of the bed to give them more room which allowed my aunt to lean back and turn so she was lying next to me. Her blouse was completely unbuttoned now which let it lay open such that her beautiful new boobs pointed up to the ceiling. Kristi was grinning from ear to ear as she reached under her mom's short skirt and pulled her lacy black panties down and over her feet, taking her heels off in the process (why do the porn whores keep their shoes on in bed anyway?). The next thing to slide down her sexy legs was the skirt, leaving her nude except for the open blouse which nobody seemed to care about.

Kristi settled in between her mom's legs, her mouth planted on my aunt's hairy pussy. When I say hairy, I don't mean a heavy bush like my mom sometimes lets her grow into, but a full covering of black hair she keeps trimmed to maybe an inch or so at most. Frankly, I liked it better that way. Something about a woman who is almost forty having a clean pussy is a bit creepy for me.

Determined not to just lay there and masturbate while they had all the fun, I turned my attention to my aunt's lovely boobs now that Kristi had deserted them. Feeling the soft but firm flesh in my mouth, I was glad she didn't go the implant route. Her nipples were rock hard and poking out like a baby's bottle for me to suck on. It was hard to believe that these were the same boobs and nipples that had nursed my cousin so many years ago. Actually, it was the same way I felt sometimes when I suck on my mom's boobs, trying to imagine myself doing the very same thing so many years before.

Kristi got up for a second and went to the dresser where she pulled opened the top drawer. I could hear her rummaging through some things and when she returned she was holding the most awesome looking dildo. Although I rarely use one, I still appreciate them and this one was especially large. It was shaped looked like a big dick, with balls and everything, just no hair. Outside of porn movies, I had never seen any guy even come close to the length and girth of this baby!

Kristi sucked on the dildo, wetting it in her mouth and then spread her mom's pussy apart with one hand while she worked the dildo into her wet cunt with the other. Amazingly, it slid in relatively easily, although my aunt gasped when the giant head first passed through her opening. I couldn't imagine taking such a monster in me but then I guess when I am almost twice my current age I will probably be taking big cocks like that without thinking it was splitting me in two as well.

As Kristi fucked her mom with the dildo, her eyes looked upward so she could watch me suck on her mom's boobs like a newborn baby. I was being more gentle with them than she had, licking them and sucking on them softly, using my tongue more than anything else.

"Suck on them harder," Kristi suggested, "She likes it when you're a bit rough with them."

Well, who should know better than her own daughter? I gripped her nipples between my teeth and bit down. Not too hard but more than I ordinarily would. I was rewarded with as gasp from my aunt and so I bit down even more. I let off a bit then, afraid I might be hurting her as if someone had been biting down on MY nipples that hard I probably would have smacked them on the side of the head!

"That's OK, feels good," Aunt Linda gasped, her hips starting to bounce on the bed as she reacted to the dildo in her pussy.

I squeezed her boob in my hand, sucking hard on the nipple and then all around it with my mouth at the same time. Kristi had almost the entire dildo in her mom now and I was amazed to see how much of it had disappeared inside of her. Well, her mom certainly seemed to love it as her hips bounced like she was being fucked harder than ever in her life.

I couldn't help but grin as she reminded me of her sister - my mom. My mom had a drawer in her night stand that was practically filled with dildo's of all shapes and sizes. She had offered it to me to use when I started masturbating but for whatever reason, the gene wasn't passed on to me and I rarely took her up on her offer. Watching Aunt Linda, I could only imagine what I had been like in their bedroom at times when they were growing up!

"Oh fuck me!" she cried out, to no one in particular but rather just a general cry for more.

It had to be hard to be her age, her sex drive still as strong as ever, and not have a husband to fuck her every day. I remembered when I was growing up that there were times when she would stop by our house for no apparent reason and just look at my dad. He seemed to know what she wanted and they would disappear for a while. When I got older I learned that those were the times when she just HAD to have it and all she wanted was for my dad to do her, no foreplay or anything.

It wasn't until I left for college and had to go long periods without a guy that I truly understood how she just had a NEED for a real dick. It's hard to explain - how would you explain hunger to someone? According to my mom and Kristi, she dated quite a bit but with today's club scene a woman had to be careful.

"Oh... My... God!!" she practically screamed as her orgasm finally took hold.

Again, I found myself comparing her to her sister, AKA my mom. When my mom cums, I can tell more because of how quiet she gets than anything else. My mom loves to talk dirty when she is being fucked but when she cums, it's like all distractions have to be eliminated, even talking, while she concentrates on her intense orgasm. My aunt's orgasm are just the opposite. She really doesn't say all that much when she is being fucked, but when she cums... THAT was a different story. No wonder my dad loves fucking both of them, there was definitely an element of diversity there.

When she started cumming she grabbed the dildo from her daughter and started fucking herself with it. God she slammed it into herself hard! I would never have dared beaten up on any woman's pussy, let alone my own, the way she was treating hers now. God, I wouldn't be able to walk afterwards!

When she was finally done, she laid on her back panting while her daughter and niece snuggled up beside her. We traded kisses and just lightly touched one another for what seemed like hours before I realized how late it was. I hadn't brought over anything to stay the night, plus I hadn't told me mom that I would, so I wanted to get home before it got any later. I gathered my stuff and kissed them good night, leaving them in each other's arms in the soft light from the street. Wow, talk about a loving mother-daughter relationship!

Chapter 4 - Making Up to Daddy

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When I got home, my parents were in the basement family room watching TV. My mom was the first to react to my entrance.

"Oh, you're home. I was about to call and see if you were staying the night."

I knew she was just giving me a hard time so I grinned and sat down at my usual place on the end of the couch. I explained quickly how my Aunt's sale had gone south and my mom nodded.

"Yeah, I knew she was worried about that one. You know, she could lose her job if it doesn't sell soon."

Damn! All Aunt Linda had said was that her boss was upset, nothing about getting fired. No wonder she was so worked up over the deal. My mom took a closer look at me and grinned.

"So let me guess, the two of you made her feel better?"

A sly grin from me told her all she needed to know, as if any confirmation was really needed. The I spoke up and told her about how she had asked me to help her with the deal tomorrow. My parents reactions were exactly as I would have predicted they would be. My dad perked up and was smiling, saying something about getting it tape, while my mom didn't appear to be nearly as thrilled with the idea. My dad just sat there with this big grin on his face while my mom was the first to respond.

"Well, if you DO get involved in anything like that, you had better be careful young lady. You of all people should know what can happen when you go out with strangers on business."

"Oh mom!" I whined. I knew exactly what she was referring to - my brief foray into the world of escorting a few years ago. The first few guys were fun but then I was technically raped (long story), by the last guy after which I quit while I was ahead. So far as I was concerned, the whole thing had taught me a valuable lesson.

"Well, I'm not saying you shouldn't do it, just be careful, that's all,' she said, determined to have the last word.

One thing you could say for my mom, as conservative as she may seem at first, she still allowed me to learn things for myself most of the time. Although she might not approve of everything I did, most times she wouldn't interfere. The only time she used her parental veto power was when she knew it was would probably harm me and I was just too naive or inexperienced to know better. As she would tell me, stepping in a pile of shit is a learning experience but you don't need to fall off a cliff for someone to teach you that it's bad for you.

From the look in my dad's eyes I think he was keen on hearing more about what the three of us had done over at my cousin's house earlier but I was tired and excused myself to go up to my bedroom. It was still pretty early, especially by my normal routine, but I was tired and the next day promised to be interesting, to say the least.

Once I climbed it up the two stories of stairs to my bedroom, and after a brief pit stop at the bathroom, I finally made it to my bedroom where turned off the lights and dropped my clothes to the floor. My mother hated it when I did that but at the moment I was too tired to care. My head hit the pillow and I knew it wouldn't be long before I was to be sleep - or so I thought.

With the curtains closed my bedroom was almost pitch black except for the light coming in from the doorway that originated downstairs so you can understand why I didn't see him when he first came in. In fact, the only reason I was forewarned was the tell-tale squeak of our old hardwood floors as he stepped quickly into my bedroom. There was only one person who would be coming into my room this late at night and I smiled as my dad sat down on the bed beside me. He reached out and pulled the bedcovers back from me, exposing my nude body to the cool night air.

"Oh daddy, I'm sorry," I said softly to him, turning over on my back for him, in the same sort of submissive manner my dog does when it turns on its back for me.

He understood what I meant. It wasn't that I was sorry that he was in my room. In no way was I hinting at refusing him in some way as for me, THAT would have been unforgivable. Since that first time he took me in this very bed almost six years ago I have NEVER turned him away, no matter how I felt or where we were, so why would I do that tonight? The reason I was sorry was for getting him turned on and horny downstairs with my rendition of the day's events and then not taking care of him properly like any decent daughter would have done. Putting yourself ahead of your father's needs and desires is not how I was raised and I felt ashamed at my thoughtlessness.