My Teen Stud Nephew - Day 07

I gave Tracy a quick glance then I lined him up and slid him into my mouth. Right to the base. I heard Tracy gasp beside me but I didn't slow. I slid backed off his cock then did the same, full dicking my throat with Papi's cock. In and out in and out. I watched it as it extended away from my face, then disappeared into me. Even as I felt it slide down my throat, I couldn't quite believe that I was handling something that massive. It was painful, it was delicious. It filled me up entirely. I felt it in my throat, in my chest, in my stomach. Ryan's cock penetrated my soul.

I heard Ryan release a low moan of pleasure. "My god, Tammy...." He said, impressed.

My heart soared as I continued my assault. I looked up at Ryan as I continued to suck, soaking in his incredibly muscular frame from this angle. His abs looked absolutely devine as they flexed and released, just inches from my face, as he thrusted into my throat. His pecks emerged above them like cliff faces. Above it all was his handsome face, looking down at me fondly and making me feel wonderful. I felt so lucky that I had the privilege of seeing and touching this god, the privilege of pleasuring him. I started to smile around his cock, but he casually pulled my mouth deeper onto him and I forgot about the smile. I'm not here to smile. I was here to please Papi.

I sensed Tracy's head right next to ours, examining my technique.

Remembering my duty to Ryan, I pulled myself off him in a flash of anger. "Don't just stare, slut! Do something!" My harshness surprised even myself but I was back on his cock right away. Tracy hesitated another moment then her head was underneath mine and I knew she'd taken his heavy balls into her mouth. Good.

My hands gripped Ryan's huge thighs. They were full of hard ridges that made me want to put my mouth all over them as well, but not at the cost of removing his cock!

"Her turn." Ryan said. My heart sank but I obeyed instantly, removing myself. This time, I helped Tracy position her head, then I grabbed Ryan's cock and the back of her head. I fed her Ryan's cock. We went slowly so I could adjust the angle and technique, running my hand down her throat to relax it. I moaned as I realized I could feel his cock through her neck.

Barely a week ago we were complaining about Ryan's impending arrival. Now I was helping my daughter use my cock sucking techniques on my nephew, her cousin. I was whispering tips, advice, secrets as she went.

As she got the hang of it I started kissing and licking along the side of Ryan's shaft with Tracy taking him deep. Our hands were all over his cock and body, squeezing and caressing. His hands played idly with our hair, twirling it between his fingers.

On we went, alternating between lead role and assist. Once or twice I trid to get to my feet in order to kiss Ryan or mount him, which I was absolutely desperate to do. But he stopped me each time, keeping me on my knees.

We sucked him for what felt like 30 minutes, Tracy continually developing her technique. At times Ryan simply facefucked us, holding our head in place as we gagged on him. But mostly he let us handle it.

After a long time, he pulled our heads away from him, and we reluctantly complied..

We stared up at him, our hair tasseled, our makeup ruined. We were exhausted - jaws in pain, tongues tired - but we would keep going until our bodies collapsed.

"So beautiful." Ryan said, looking down at us, still on our knees in front of him as he held us away from his impossibly large cock.

We smiled at him weekly. Then he had us kiss each other again, holding the back of our heads and pressing our faces together. We did so for him, eager to please, sliding our hands over one another's bodies. As he stepped back and allowed us to take control again I saw him stroking himself as he watched us. Knowing we were turning this god on turned me on even more.

He pulled our lips apart again. "My beautiful ladies." He said fondly. He pressed our cheeks together and kissed each of us deeply.

He let our heads go and grabbed the base of his cock, pointing his monster towards us. We stared at it hungrily, enraptured.

"Mother and daughter. Together." He said as he rubbed his huge hard cock against our faces, slapping us, teasing us as we moaned and tried to lick it and engulf it.

He grabbed our hair again and pushed our lips together. We watched out of the corners of our eyes as he took aim and pushed himself through our lips. We moaned as our lips were parted by this thick cock head and pressed against his veiny shaft with our lips and tongues as he slid against us.

He began thrusting through us, holding our faces together to make a tunnel between our mouths for himself. We made ourselves a hole for his pleasure, singular in our purpose. He thrusted faster and faster, beginning to moan in a low grumble. Tracy and I moaned too. We both touched ourselves and each other as our mouths combined to serve as a live fleshlight for Ryan.

Faster and faster Ryan's cock, now hard as marble, slid in and out. Under my lips and against my tongue, I somehow felt him harden even more and knew what was coming as he yanked our heads apart.

Knowing what was about to shoot through and out of his glorious cock, I needed to have my hands around it. I grabbed it desperately, stroking him furiously. Ryan groaned loudly and my heart leapt with excitement and ecstasy as I felt his cock constrict momentarily. At the last second I pulled Ryans cock towards my face and leaned away from Tracy selfishly, our cheeks no longer touching. Papi EXPLODED into and onto me. His giant anaconda reached a truly monstrous size as Papi shot load after load into my waiting mouth and face. The joy and lustful bliss of the feel of the monstrous cock throb under my fingers and his warm deposit in my mouth and all over my lips and cheeks and chest was too much and I felt my body begin to tremble with my own orgasm.

As I shook amidst Papi's continued hosing, Tracy knocked my hands off his cock and yanked it towards her own mouth, where she closed her lips around the head and began drinking from him hungrily. Instantly angry and jealous, I pushed her lips away with my own and began drinking myself.

Back and forth we went, fighting over Papi's cum, each of us wanting every single delicious morsel to ourselves.

At some point Ryan stopped cumming, though we still fought over scraps as we pulled his cock back and forth between us, licking every last drop from every last inch of his cock.

As I licked along Ryan's now-clean cock, my tongue brushed against something soft that had a deliciously thick deposit of Ryan's unmistakeable cum. I opened my eyes and realized I had licked the outside of Tracy's lips. I looked at her face and saw a gold mine.

Desperate for more, I turned from Ryan and licked up the entire length of the side of Tracy's face. My mouth instantly filled with cum and I moaned as I swallowed. I continued. Tracy looked shocked until she understood and began doing the same to me.

We licked each others' faces, shoulders, necks and tits, moaning at every morsel we found. Finding less and less, we were led back to eachothers mouths, the last place on our bodies where the taste of Ryan still strongly remained. We heard Ryan chuckle as we buried our tongues in one another's mouths.

"Dinner for you, a show for me." He said. At these words we turned to him. He had sat down and watched us, a king observing his subjects. His shoulders bulged massively, pressed up further by the top of the couch as he splayed his arms across its back.

"Say thank you, sluts." Ryan said.

"Thank you. Thank you thank you thank you." I mewed as I got to my knees, hearing Tracy thank him as well. I swallowed what was in my mouth. We both fell onto his lap, kissing him and each other.

"Now I don't want to hear any more nonsense, Tammy." Ryan said between kisses. "You're sexy as hell." I beamed at him and, somehow, I believed him. I kissed him deeply, wrapping my arms around his strong neck and feeling so small and safe again this hulk of a man.

I looked down, seeing past the sexy swell of my breasts to the intoxicating image of my body intertwined with Ryan and Tracy's. I felt so sexy. These BEAUTIFUL people wanted ME! I still found it amazing. Intoxicating. I wanted to be someone sexy. Someone desired. And for the first time in my life, it seemed possible.

Playing footsie with Ryan, his now soft veiny cock draped over my bare thigh, I felt sexy, confident, and content.

"Alright." Ryan finally said, sighing contentedly. "To be continued. I've got this volleyball tournament. Let's go. You're gonna cheer me on."

Draped over Ryans hard chest, running a finger along his abs and cock, I didn't want to move an inch. But when Ryan says something, I obey.

"Of course, baby." I said, sitting up on Ryan's Lap. "Can we just get ourselves cleaned up for you?" I asked. Tracy nodded at that.

"That's just fine. You girls take all the time you need." I leaned in to kiss him some more before he lifted me off him and got up.

Ryan pulled up his pants and gave us directions to the volleyball pit before leaving.

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With Ryan out of the room, an awkward silence settled between me and Tracy.

In the minutes that followed Ryan's departure, the adrenaline and raw lust of being with him started to cool and I began to think about what I had done. What I had actually done. With my DAUGHTER.

I shuddered and shook my head. Tracy walked over to the bathroom mirror and began applying a fresh layer of makeup. I slowly, uncertainly, did the same.

As I applied foundation I took furtive glances at Tracy. I had been goading her all day. I had teased her, been cruel to her, mocked her, tricked her - all in competition for Ryan. But I had known Ryan wanted her so I also worked her up more and more, actively aiming her towards my nephew. And it worked. Not only on her, but on me as well. We had both become laser-focused on Ryan, on the walking fantasy of him. And we had known that this had been coming, anticipating it all day (and if I was honest with myself, all week).

But now that it had come, and Ryan stepped out of the room, the reality of it shocked me. Had I sunk so low?

I looked at myself again in the mirror as my face began to come together again. For some reason, what I saw comforted me to a degree. I was more beautiful than I've ever been in my life, certainly more attractive than I was before...wasn't I? Ryan had said so right? That was worth something. A lot, really.

I glanced at Tracy. But she glanced at me almost at the same time and I looked away. What was she thinking about? Was she as shocked and ashamed as me? Tracy handed me a small brush and I took it without meeting her eyes. I began brushing my hair.

Soon we were ready, and I felt lost again. God...why were my feelings so unstable?

As we walked out, Tracy squeezed my hand and looked me up and down. "Fuck you're hot mom. I really can't believe it. You're hotter than...old mom....ever was." She fumbled trying to differentiate me from her birth mother.

I flushed with pleasure, the compliment distracting me from my confusing thoughts. Tracy's mother had been a smokeshow (she had been way out of my league, one of the many reasons I couldn't hold on to her) and so her words buoyed me. She wasn't questioning this, I realized. She was still only thinking of Ryan, still excited about this new reality.

I just grinned in response. Tracy continued, more quietly. "God mom, that was so fucking hot. I can't wait for later!" She giggled. "I neeeed to feel that beautiful cock inside me. What's it feel like?" She turned to me as we walked, her hand falling to my ass, squeezing my left cheek. "Have you had him? I bet it's incredible right? To be skewered by that adonis. All those muscles rippling, flexing under you as he penetrates you..."

I failed to entirely stifle an involuntary moan and Tracy giggled. "You have, haven't you? Haven't you!?"

I didn't respond, fighting back a proud smile. I increased the sway of my hips, feeling proud of my accomplishment. Tracy's words were bringing back my memories of Ryan deep inside me. God..so deep. As I thought about it, I knew deep down that I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize being able to be there again, impaled on top of my Papi. I felt a stab of shame about my willingness to bring Tracy to the same fate.

"You little minx. I know you have. You little slut. Was it incredible? Of course it was. Fuck he's so fucking hot I can't stand it, mom. His pecs are so huge and sexy. Like a perfect rack of muscle. And his shoulders - I didn't know someone could be so broad. Everything is muscular and hardddd. God, and his cock."

She swept me up in her obsession. She began to describe every little feature of his body - his shoulders, his biceps, his forearms, his quads, his ass, his calves. She marveled out loud at their shape and size and power. Unable to resist, I began adding details and we started having fun with it, giggling and moaning lightly at once.

"He flexes his ass so hard every time he thrusts it's like holding onto two bowling balls." I told her at one point as I became excited. "MOM!!" she squeals, giggling. I blushed and smiled, chastising myself for being so forthcoming. But...I mean...after what just happened, what was there to hide anymore.

We were both breathing loudly as we walked. Our conversation was causing us to see Ryan's perfect form in our minds, exciting us and quickening our steps.

We emerged from the hallway and entered the clubhouse area again - where I had run away so recently.

I felt eyes on me. I was down to my revealing one-piece suit again. I began to stop swaying, shrinking into myself.

"Look at how they stare, Mommy." Tracy whispered to me. I knew.... I knew I knew...they were judging me.

"They want you, Mommy. They're chomping at the bit for a piece of your hot ass." She continued.

I started, surprised at her words. I glanced around and saw the men looking at me, not in scorn as I thought, but hungrily. A few were actually slack-jawed as they stared at my ass. It couldn't hurt either that Tracy's hand still rested playfully around my hip. The women stared daggers at me as well, looking towards their husbands or partners, annoyed.

"They all want to fuck you, Mommy...Just like Ryan..." She kissed my neck and I gasped and almost lost my footing.

Tracy pulled back giggling then looked around and said loudly. "Stop staring at my mom you perverts! We're Ryan's."

Whispers and murmuring broke out.

I flushed crimson and pulled her forward. "Tracy what the hell?!" I asked in an angry whisper.

"Oh relax" she replied as we emerged from the clubhouse onto the patio, "they all loved it." Further discussion was cut off as we both caught sight of Ryan.

He was running with powerful strides, his muscles rippling, through the volleyball court towards the net. As his teammate volleyed the ball upwards, Ryan crouched and exploded into the air, his already towering frame flying impossibly high as he spiked the volleyball with a powerful swing of his arm. The ball rocketed off his fist and crushed into the face of a defender. The victim immediately collapsed as Ryan landed smoothly on his feet.

The crowd went quiet in shock and awe. Tracy and I were similarly dumbstruck by his power, grace, and unadulterated raw masculinity. I felt a rush of blood to my head and deep in my torso, as if my...uterus...was on fire. I felt nothing for the pathetic whimpering opponent - this was what happened when boys play with men.

Shaking myself, I continued through the patio furniture towards the sidelines of the game. Tracy followed.

The hurt player got shakily to his feet but Ryan didn't seem too bothered by it as he smirked condescendingly. We approached the sideline and Ryan's teammate set him up with another volley. Ryan once again tore into the air. Now behind him, I saw his quads and ass flare as he jumped powerfully, his seemingly hundreds of back muscles rippling as he brought his arm back and forward again. I couldn't help but gasp at the sheer power he demonstrated.

I saw that I wasn't the only intimidated party as the opposing players scattered below, not even attempting to stop Ryan's spike. Ryan scored another point.

"GO RYAN" Tracy yelled, then giggled, as Ryan landed and glanced at her.

Pointedly, he glanced at me as well.

"Go Ryan!" I said half heartedly, still embarrassed but excited to be associated with this stud.

He grinned and turned back to the game. Tracy got some background from the young nerdy scorekeeper, who looked nervous to be talking to such an attractive young woman. This was apparently the championship match, and it turned out that Ryan had been coming here every other day and advancing through the ranks.

Last match or not, Ryan and his teammate made fast work of it, with frequent cheers from Tracy and me (Tracy's louder and more enthusiastic). I recalled as he thoroughly trounced their opponents, almost single-handedly, that my sister had often bragged about Ryan's general athletic prowess, particularly in volleyball. He had been offered, and was currently deciding between, full athletic scholarships to UCLA and Penn State.

Here, Ryan's opponents were apparently the club's long-time champions. The crowd was shocked into silence by this spectacle, embarrassed over the emasculation of their champion. I was shocked as I realized it - Ryan was the bad guy here, dethroning the hometown heroes. The stares he got are not just one of awe, but also resentment, jealousy, scorn.

After Ryan won, he trotted over to us, flushed with victory and grinning. The crowd muttered among themselves.

My god. His muscular body had a thick sheen of sweat, causing them to shine in the daylight which only further accentuated his incredible muscle mass and definition. How the fuck could an 18 year old look so perfect, I wondered, biting my lip as I stared dumbstruck at my studly victorious nephew. Even his hair somehow looked moussed to perfection by his perspiration, a few strands stylishly hung over his brooding eyes.

I couldn't help but smile as he lifted me up and I squealed. "Hey good luck charm." He said to me, still holding me up. I looked down at him, thrilled at the feel of his strong hands on my hips. But I glanced around, feeling eyes on me.

Until he pulled me down into a deep kiss, pressing my body hard against his. I initially tried to protest but when his tongue entered my mouth I started sucking on it. I gave in quickly, pushing my body into his, breathing in his power. I forgot my surroundings until he let me go after only a few seconds or a few minutes - I had no clue as I panted.

Still holding his arm around my hip, Ryan pulled Tracy into a deep passionate kiss too, as the crowd looked on in shock. I stared at them devouring eachother inches from my face and, even with dozens looking on as well, all I could think of is that I wanted desperately to join back in as well.

They separated us from Ryan and Ryan turned to walk toward an older man wearing a white suit.

"Congratulations, Mr. Winters." He said loudly. "...on your victory and in winning this year's summer tournament."

"Thanks" he said somewhat flippantly. "Wasn't hard."

The crowd grumbled and Ryan turned to them brazenly. "I dunno what to tell you, folks. Recruit better talent, I guess."

Ryan was crass, not caring about the opinion of the onlookers.

He turned back to the older man. "Now, I believe we discussed a private room to relax before the reception?"

"Uhh...yes sir. Of course. You may recover in our presidential suite and begin your stay with us, as promised."

"And my aunt and cousin can come with me?" He asked brazenly, not lowering his voice in the slightest.