Hat Trick Ch. 02

She grinned up at me, blonde hair plastered to her sweaty forehead, her magnificent chest rising and falling as she gasped for air. "I like to fuck," she coughed out. "I've found a taste for younger men, too." Her head dropped back and her eyes rolled up as she gritted her teeth and her body stiffened and shuddered beneath me. "God. Oh God," she squeaked out as she climaxed beneath me.

"That's the spot," she gasped as she looked me in the eyes. "Only one other man has been able to find that spot before, Matty." Little tremors shook her plush frame as another climax began to crest. "Not surprising that you did it too." She started to smile again, but it turned into an almost rictus grin as she exploded again. Her pussy juice was drowning my cock as I pounded away at her.

"Why is that?" I managed to squeeze out. Not that I really cared, but the thread of the conversation was keeping me from blasting my second load of the night. Aunt Jan had come twice, and I was going for the hat trick.

"Oh, oh God," Jan moaned. There were tears of lust in her eyes. "Can you guess, Matty? Can you guess who I've been fucking for the last year and a half?"

I shook my head, my sweat dripping from my forehead and splashing on her prodigious chest. Her nipples scraped against my chest.

"Not even a guess?" she gasped. "A wild guess, for a woman who would fuck her own sister's son, her nephew?"

I shook my head again. "I don't --" Her inner muscles gripped me and I couldn't complete the thought.

"Your cousin, Matty. I've been fucking my son Bill." She paused, thrusting up at me. "And his wife!" With that, she came a third time, thrashing and moaning beneath me as her orgasm exploded within her. I came with her, my mind boggling with visions of Aunt Jan bending over for my nerdy cousin William and his pneumatic wife Karen. And I thought of Ashley, and my own mother, and I couldn't stop the inevitable flood. My cock lurched and spat its precious load into Jan's heated, liquid core. I throbbed and squirted splatter after splatter of hot white cum into her depths. Jan shivered and thrashed beneath me, jumping a little as each spurt of jism cascaded into her womb.

At last it was over, and we lay together in a sweaty, sticky heap upon the living room floor. Jan gripped me by the sides of my head and kissed me deeply.

"What the hell is going on here?!" My mother's voice split the air like a whip crack, shattering the post-coital reverie. I rolled off of Jan as if burned, trying ineffectually to cover my nudity. Jan was more phlegmatic. She simply stretched languorously on the floor, my cum leaking out of her pussy onto her golden thighs.

Mom stood by the front door, thunderstruck. Her cheeks were flushed and the rest of her skin was bone white. I should have expected her to come home at some point, but I'd let my hormones get away from me. And I hadn't noticed her come into the house.

Jan smiled up at Mom like the cat that ate the canary. "Took you long enough, Steph. I expected you home a while ago."

"You - you - you -" Mom stuttered, pointing an angry finger at her sister. That's when I noticed that the front door was closed. Which meant Mom had taken the time to shut it, even while Jan and I were humping our way across the floor. Just how long had she stood there? What had she seen? And why was my cock beginning to stiffen again?