My Favorite Aunt Ch. 08

Jean and mom had been wearing me down for the past few weeks. It was that whole passive-aggressive thing some people are good at. It seemed as though the two sisters had turned it into an art. As weird and fucked up as I knew it was to breed my own mother, there was no denying there was an eroticism to it that always brought me to a raging erection.

I sat in the living room watching a baseball game while the sisters were out shopping. It was the first Saturday in August. I hadn't paid for my next semester yet. I had some decisions to make. School? Mom? If I give into their desires, do we stay where we're at? Or do we start over in a new location? Letting go of either Jean or my mom wasn't an option I was considering.

The more I thought about the relationship the three of us shared, the more I found myself getting aroused. But that was usually the result whenever I thought about the three of us together. I caught myself stroking my cock as I watched the game. I stopped immediately knowing I had two eager, sensuous women who would gladly service my cock as soon as they got home.

I made my way out the back door of the house when I heard the car pull into the driveway. I knew they'd have a trunk full of groceries. "Good grief! I don't want to know what this grocery bill was!" I was shocked to see how much they had bought when Jean opened the trunk.

The sisters looked at each other and giggled. "Keep it up sweetie. You're sounding more and more like a husband." Mom said.

Jean smiled at mom. "Maybe we should become Mormons. Don't they have sister wives?"

I carried several bags into the house as I shook my head. "You two really do know how to fuck with me. Don't you?"

They both laughed as they followed me into the house, carrying a couple bags each. "We do baby." Mom added to the conversation. "But you know how to really fuck with us as well. Or should I say, you know how to really fuck us."

Jean giggled. "That he does sis."

I just shook my head in disbelief. I marveled at the continual state of horniness those two seemed to always be in. Then I remembered reading women their age were in their prime sexually. Every now and then I questioned my own stamina, and ability to keep up with them. Then I'd always come around and think, 'Oh fuck it! They're both mine now, whenever and however I want them. I don't have to worry about keeping up with them.'

"Speaking of fucking." I laughed as I put my bags on the kitchen counter. "You like that segway? I have some thoughts on your desire to have a baby. More specifically my baby." I said looking at mom. Both sisters looked at each other wide-eyed. "But we'll talk about it later during dinner."

"I thought we'd grill out hamburgers this evening for dinner." Jean replied.

"Excellent idea. I'll clean the grill and get it ready while you two finish unpacking the groceries."

"Now I'm nervous." Mom said to Jean after I walked out the back door again.

"What about? Ryan saying, 'No!'"

"No. His saying yes."

Jean looked at her in disbelief. "Would you make up your fucking mind! Do you, or don't you want to have his baby?"

"I do! I do! I want to have that connection with him. I want to feel that union and then feel his seed growing in me. Knowing that he planted it there, and now I belong to him. The intimacy and eroticism of it all is overwhelming as I think about it." Mom hesitated. She looked at Jean with a worried look. "But you know how sometimes you fantasize about something. But then reality doesn't live up to the fantasy?"

Jean wrapped her arms around mom. "Oh sis. I know that all too well. So are you thinking you don't want to do it anymore?"

Mom hesitated for a few seconds. "No! I want to do this. I know that makes me the most perverted, fucked up mother that's ever lived. But I don't care anymore. I want to have that connection with my son I never had with his father. If I don't do it, I'll kick myself for the rest of my life. And we're not getting any younger sis. It's now or never."

I walked back in the kitchen. "Grill's all ready. Just let me know when you want to eat. I'm going to finish watching the game."

There's nothing like a good burger cooked on a grill. We ate out on the back porch, the weather being too nice to eat inside. I put my half-eaten burger down and took a long drink. "So here's my thoughts on your desire to be bred by me." I said to mom. I wanted to be as blunt as I could considering the subject matter. Plus there was an eroticism to the term 'breeding' that I liked. "I'm willing to do it." I thought they were both going to jump out of their chairs when I said those five words. "Don't get too excited before you hear my conditions." I took another bite, then washed it down. I was enjoying keeping them waiting for my thoughts.

"I won't deny that I find the thought of breeding you a huge turn-on. But then I consider the ramifications of what that would mean for our relationship. But more importantly for the kid. What's life going to be like for them?" I took another bite and washed it down.

"I know this is going to bring us closer together." I said to mom. Then looked at Jean. "Are you ok with that? Knowing that she and I will share something that you and I don't?"

"I've thought about that a lot. I think I can live with it as long as I know you two won't push me out of your lives. I've found something with the two of you I don't think I can live without. The thought of being pushed out of your lives kills me."

Mom grabbed Jean's hand. "Oh sweetie! No! That will never happen. I desperately need you in my life. We're in this together to the end. You're going to be just as much the mother of this child as I am. But please tell me now if this is not something you want."

The sisters leaned towards each other and kissed. "I love you sis." Jean said softly. "I want this for you. I know how happy it would make you. And fulfill that need you've told me about for years."

"I love you too." Mom replied as she started to cry softly. "I know what you mean. I've found something with you and Ry that I've longed for all my life. I can't bear the thought of losing either of you." Mom looked at me. "What about you Ry? You think you can handle all this?"

I just chuckled. "I'm not giving either of you up. I'm not letting either of you go. I don't know how to describe it. If you want to call me a selfish pig, be my guest. I won't deny it." I looked at Jean. "I discovered something with you that I thought was just a fantasy. But it's not. It's real. And it's all consuming for me." Then I turned my gaze on mom. "And then you came along. I know what the two of you have shared for years. But now it's something the three of us share. It's not that something was missing between Jean and me. It's just that you've added an element to it that makes it more intense. Even deeper."

Jean reached across the table and grabbed my hand, smiling. "I understand what you're saying sweetie. That's exactly how I saw it. Didn't I tell you your mother was a slut?"

All three of us laughed. "You did. And now I know firsthand." I looked at mom. "And now I'm going to breed the slut. But here's my conditions. And none of these are negotiable."

"One. After the child is born we put the house up for sale and move someplace that we can start over as a family. Where we move to can be discussed in the months ahead."

"Two. The child will never be told who the father is. I will love them as my own. But they will always think they were the product of someone you had a one night stand with." I said looking at mom. "We can figure out some story in the future. But this child will never be raised thinking they are the product of an incestuous relationship. I understand we're going to be living double lives for the rest of our life. But if this is what you want, this is one of the conditions."

"Third. The three of us together will raise this child and do the best we can to make sure they succeed in life with every possible advantage we can give them." I looked at Jean. "So yes! You are part of this to the end."

"Finally." I smiled as I gave mom my final condition. "I nurse from your tits whenever I want to, for as long as I want to. I've always wondered what it would be like to milk a pair of tits. You're going to satisfy more than just my curiosity."

Jean and mom looked at each other before mom responded. "I'm ok with all your conditions. I know we'll have a lot of issues to work through. But I know what I want. I can't think of anything I've wanted more than this."

"OK." I didn't know how else to respond. I was a little shocked she didn't put up any kind of resistance to any of my conditions. I knew she wanted this. I guess it was just really starting to sink in how badly she wanted it. I got up from the table and walked into the kitchen, returning a minute later with an open bottle of wine and three glasses. Jean and mom watched me as I poured three very generous portions and then handed them their glass.

I held up my glass. Mom and Jean followed my lead. "I'm not much on formality. As both of you know. But I think the journey we're about to embark on calls for a toast. You two are the most beautiful and sensuous women any guy could ever hope to have as lovers. I'm not sure I can put into words the depth of feeling I've grown to have for both of you. How much I love you both, and care for you both." I thought they were both going to start crying as I continued. "I don't start this journey with you two lightly. I know a woman your age, mom, can have complications with a pregnancy." That brought them back to reality. "That was part of my struggle in making this decision. I care for you so much, the thought of endangering your life or seeing you suffer needlessly wears on me. With that being said," I paused as I stared at mom. "May your pregnancy be a smooth one and your delivery a safe one. And may the three of us do the best job we can in raising the child."

"When are you going to start this 'journey?'" Jean asked after we set our glasses down.

I smiled at them. "Right after we're done with dinner. Why wait? You ladies aren't getting any younger."

Mom laughed. "That's what I just said."

"Then I'll give you two the bedroom tonight and sleep in the other bedroom." Jean said.

"The hell you will!" I exclaimed. "I might be breeding mom. But I'm taking both of you. You two have created a monster. Something else you'll both have to live with the rest of your lives."

"I just thought..." Jean started to protest.

"Oh good grief!" I stopped her. "Enough already. I swear, you two overthink everything. Now let's finish dinner." I stared at mom for a few seconds. I saw her in a different light. That relationship we shared as mother and son was quickly crumbling. I knew in my head she was my mom. My cock saw her as a slut I was going to pump my seed into. I found myself vacillating back and forth between my love for her and my lust for her. I smiled at her. "After dinner we'll go upstairs and begin the breeding process. I'm guessing it's going to take lots of attempts."

When I walked into the bedroom, Jean and mom were waiting for me, sitting on the bed on their knees. The groceries weren't the only thing they had shopped for. They had each bought a sheer teddy. Probably a size too small because it looked as though their tits were bursting out of them. I just stood there, admiring their sensuality and beauty. "What did I ever do to deserve two gorgeous women like you?"

Jean patted the bed between them. "Climb up here baby and let us show you how much we love you."

I undressed in record time and climbed on the bed between them. I wrapped an arm around each of them, pulling them into my body. I alternated between them, kissing mom first then Jean. Back and forth I went, our moans getting louder as our collective desires deepened. I felt their hands caressing my stomach, working their way down to my cock. They each had a feathery touch as their finger tips glided over my shaft and balls, bringing me to a rock hard erection. They giggled when they heard me groan my approval.

We exchanged kisses for a couple minutes before Jean dropped down and filled her mouth with my erection. I almost collapsed on the bed as her mouth slid down the length of my shaft. She knew how to give head better than any of the women I'd bedded in college. She'd spoiled me to the point that I preferred her oral skills over everything else.

I couldn't help but moan as mom and I kissed while I mauled her tits. "I'm looking forward to nursing on these tits." I panted.

"I can't wait for that either baby." Mom moaned in response.

I slid my hand down her stomach and cupped her pussy, sliding two fingers inside her, as I kissed her. I felt her body spasm as she moaned into my mouth. She began to grind her pussy into my hand as I listened to her whimper with need. I knew if I kept this up for too long I'd be shooting a load down Jean's throat. I grabbed her head by her hair and pulled it off my cock as I broke the kiss with mom.

"Lay down. On your back." I panted, speaking to mom. I looked at Jean. "Lay next to her."

Mom laid down as I told her, spreading her legs. She stared up at me. The look on her face was that of a wanton slut.

Jean began to caress mom's tits as she stared at me as well. "Come on baby. Fuck the slut. She's wants it so bad, she'd do anything for it." She looked at mom. "Wouldn't you, you little slut."

Mom turned her head to look at Jean. The sisters kissed, their tongues attacking the other's mouth, as their hands attacked the other's tits.

I watched them as I positioned myself between mom's legs. I felt mom's body shudder when I began to stroke the length of her slit with the head of my cock. The heat emanating from her pussy was incredible. I stroked her slit for a couple minutes before shoving my cock inside her.

I collapsed on her body when my cock was fully embedded in her body. I held it there savoring the heat and feel of the walls of her pussy wrapped around my shaft. I groaned my approval when she started to squeeze my shaft with her pussy. "Oh fuck! That feels so good!"

Mom threw her arms around me as she cried out. "Oh Ry! I love you so much! I just want to show you that the rest of your life."

I lifted myself off mom's body enough to look at both of mom and Jean. Our three faces were just inches from each other as Jean lay next to her. I settled into a slow and steady fucking of her pussy. Grunting with every thrust. "I love you too mom." Then I instinctively looked at Jean. "I love you too." I smiled at them. "You two are a package deal. You're both going to be in my bed the rest of your lives."

Mom was the first to respond. She moaned as her body moved in rhythm to my thrusts. "Fuck me Ry. Fill me. You have no idea how happy you've made me. I'm yours baby. All yours."

"I'm yours too sweetie. I love you so much. I never thought I'd find a man to take your uncle's place. You've done more than that. You've got two sluts for the rest of your life." Jean chimed in. Then she gave me a lascivious grin. "Fuck the slut sweetie. Fuck her good. I told you she would be a real slut for your cock. Do I know my sister, or what."

I pulled Jean's head up and kissed her passionately, our tongues dancing together. I started to pound mom's pussy harder. She grunted with each thrust as I slammed into her. She continued to squeeze my cock with her pussy, intensifying the pleasure for me. Her pussy felt like it was on fire.

The sensations were overwhelming mom. She wrapped her legs around my hips and held on tight, as though she was afraid I might pull out. She began to wail and sob as she dug her fingernails into my back. "Fuck me baby! Ooohhh fuck me!"

I felt her body begin to shudder and spasm as her orgasm took hold of her. I broke the kiss with Jean and focused on mom. I kissed her hard and deep, muffling her cries and moans. Jean grabbed my hand that was between her body and mom's, and laid it on her own tit. I was focused on mom, but I knew what she wanted. I dug my fingers into her Jean's soft tit flesh, eliciting the response from her I expected.

"Squeeze that tit baby!" She moaned. "Squeeze it hard!" I obliged her. "Oh fuck yeah!" She grabbed the back of my head and held it down, tight against mom's mouth. "Fuck that slut baby! Squeeze my tit! Harder!" She started panting and groaning. "Fuck that slut you dirty little mother fucker!"

What I couldn't see was Jean rubbing her pussy with a fury. She was fast approaching her own climax as she listened to and felt mom's body responding to my fucking it.

My cock exploded inside mom as her orgasm seemed to go on and on. It felt as though a faucet had been turned on as her juices flowed around my shaft as it pounded her. I became lost in the euphoria of the moment. I think the intensity was magnified by the thought that this wasn't just a fucking. I was trying to breed my own mother. The depravity of the act only added to the intensity of the act.

My orgasm was so intense, it felt like my cock was burning as one ejaculation after another filled mom's pussy. I continued to pound her body as I filled her with my seed.

Mom held tight. Her arms wrapped around my back, her nails digging into my flesh. Her legs wrapped around my thighs, not allowing me to escape till we had completed our first attempt at breeding. She moaned and grunted through her own orgasm as I continued to pound her unrelentingly.

My thrusts slowed as my orgasm waned. But I so enjoyed the feel of her pussy gripping my cock I continued to ride her. I kissed her face tenderly all over, my hand now gripping her tit. I gripped it tenderly, alternating between caressing it softly and squeezing it tenderly. "I love you mom." I whispered in her ear.

She moaned softly, her body, mind and emotions responding to the tenderness I was showing her. "I love you too baby. So much! So much!"

I settled into a slow and gentle thrusting. I didn't want our coupling to end as I listened to her soft moans and purring. The feel of her hands gliding up and down my back.

How long we made love like that I don't know. I didn't care. It felt as though our bodies melted together.

I finally lifted myself off mom's body and knelt between her spread legs. I smiled down at her. "I guess we'll have to do that everyday until we know you're pregnant."

Jean sat up and knelt beside me. She grabbed my cock and stroked it as she began to kiss me. "Did you save some for me?" She whispered.

I couldn't tell if she was teasing or feeling insecure. "I'm always going to have some for you lover." I think that was the first time I referred to her as 'lover.' "I'm going to get something to drink so I don't dehydrate." I chuckled. "When I come back I'm going to show you how much I love you." I walked downstairs buck-naked but didn't care. I began wondering where we'd end up when we moved. I decided we needed to start thinking about that now. I pulled a beer out of the fridge and drank it down. I pulled a second one out of the fridge and walked back upstairs.

I was greeted with Jean and mom making out and fondling each other's bodies when I walked back into the bedroom. I stood at the foot of the bed for several minutes enjoying the show and my beer. Two sensuous, gorgeous creatures writhing together as each of them pleasured the other. The sounds they made combined with sensuality of their love-making was gradually bringing my cock back to life.

'Their both going to wear me out,' was all I could think as I stood there. 'How do I love them both equally?' I didn't know, at that point, how I was going to do it. But I was determined that I was going to do it.

I set my empty bottle on the dresser and crawled up on the foot of the bed. I grabbed Jean by the ankles and pulled her towards me a little, spreading her legs as I did. "Next place we move to is going to have a bedroom big enough for a California king-size bed. I want more room when I'm playing with you two."