On the Loveseat Ch. 13

"I haven't had a night out like that in ages. Most of my dates take me to cheap dives, try to get me drunk, then want to go back to their place so they can feel me up, and then fuck me. It was good to go out to a nice restaurant and then a nightclub. Even if we still did go back to his place so he could feel me up and fuck me." She chuckled at that last.

I didn't catch her reference at first so I could only stare back. When I realized she meant me, I laughed also, though awkwardly.

"Jess and I went shopping the other day. Went to the mall. The lingerie shop there. Met a cute young girl there ... don't remember her name," Mom paused, thinking.

"Cherry." Aunt Jessica answered for her.

"Yes, that was it." Mom looked at her sister for a second, then back at me. "Too bad she said she had a boyfriend, she would have been perfect for you."

"Mom, you barely met the girl. I doubt if she could be perfect." I interjected.

"Anyways. We explained to her what we wanted and what for and she was just so helpful. Wasn't she Jess?"

"So helpful. Very cute too. You would have liked her Jeremy." I had the feeling my naughty aunt would have liked her too!

"You told her what for? You didn't tell her ... about ...?" I gasped nervously.

"I didn't tell her you were my son, no. Really?" Mom said mildly exasperated. "We just said that there was a special man that we wanted to treat with some ... revealing lingerie." She seemed almost embarrassed.

"Both of you? What did she say to that?" I asked with great interest.

"She was intrigued by the idea. She said she had thought about doing something like that for her boyfriend, but didn't have another girl she thought would be interested in joining her." Mom said. "I even let slip that it was for a much younger man than either of us."

"She lit up at that. Two cougars sharing a young stud!" Aunt Jess said with a sexy tone.

"I thought she was going to offer to join us!" Mom responded exuberantly.

"You too? I was trying to think of a way to turn her down easily. I think at the last moment she thought twice about it. Probably didn't want to have to explain it to her boyfriend. It could have been ... interesting though!"

Three women?

It would have been more than interesting! I was somewhat intrigued by this girl now.

"What'd she look like?" Couldn't hurt to ask.

"Blonde. Cute. Very nice ass!" Aunt Jess answered. Mom gave her a very pointed look.

"What? She did. I saw you looking too!"

Now I was more than intrigued! Mom had checked out this girl's ass?

"You were practically drooling over her!" Mom barked back at her sister.

"Ladies, ladies." I said with a stern look at either of them. They quieted. "It doesn't matter. I have the two of you. I don't need, or want anyone else."

"Jeremy. I've told you before. You need a real girlfriend." Mom scolded me. I could tell that it lacked the force her admonishment once had. She wanted me to get a girlfriend, but really, she wanted me for herself!

"I know mom! I'm not rejecting the idea outright. It's just that between finishing school, deciding about college and dealing with dad about it. And then ... the two of you. It's almost more than I can handle right now. If something comes up, if I meet someone that seems, you know, right, I would ask her out. But I'm not actively looking at this point." I told my mother. And really, this weekend was setting me back on some schoolwork I had coming due, but I wasn't going to miss this weekend because of a couple of projects I hadn't finished yet. Not for anything!

Mom gave me that stern motherly look and I felt like I was ten again!

"I said okay." I said weakly.

"Leave him be, Jenny. If he finds a girl, he finds a girl. Don't pressure him."

"Thanks, Aunt Jess."

"Don't thank me; you really should have a normal girlfriend. What are you going to do about your Senior Prom? I hope you are going to go to that?"

"I hadn't thought about it. What are you doing May 18^th?" I would be the envy of every guy in school if I showed up with Aunt Jessica! Especially in that tight black dress she wore last night!

"I'm not going to your Senior Prom with you!" She said firmly. Then her tone softened. "Though it would make quite an eventful night! We could even make out under the bleachers! Do they still do that?"

"Jess!" Mom yelled at her sister.

"Yes, Jess. They still do that. I would have loved to make out with you under the bleachers. In the bathroom. The teacher's lounge. The locker room."

"We get the idea, Jeremy!" Mom stopped me. Aunt Jess just giggled.

"I've done a few of those!"

"Jess, don't provoke him!" Mom scolded her again.

"Okay, Aunt Jessica." I decided to change the subject. "I'm living my fantasy, but what about you? Do you have any secret fantasies you would care to share?"

"Jeremy!" Mom gasped out, slapping my wrist. "You can't ask her that."

"Why not Jenny? After all that we've done, the fact that he's told me about jerking off to thoughts of me. I don't have much left to hide from him."

"But your private thoughts? Of ... things!" My mom was clearly shocked at the idea of her sister telling me, and mom, about Jess's intimate fantasies.

"Is that so scandalous to you Jenny? That I would tell my nephew what I think about when I satisfy myself?" Aunt Jess clearly enjoyed teasing mom. And me!

"I didn't necessarily mean those fantasies, Aunt Jess."

"Yes, you did. Even if you didn't realize it. If it's a fantasy and it excites me, why wouldn't I think those thoughts when I'm rubbing myself?"

"Well ..." I hadn't thought this fully through.

"It's alright. I'll tell you. It's only fair after learning about yours." She looked deeply in my eyes and I was entranced in those hazel orbs.

"Jess." Mom still protested, though weaker than before.

"Come on Jenny. Then you can tell us one of yours!"

"I couldn't!"

"But you can screw your son? Give him a good thorough blowjob? Ride his face until he leaves you a limp rag?" Aunt Jess questioned mom.

Capable or not, I would swear I felt tingling down below from my aunt's questioning of my mom.

"Go ahead with yours then, and maybe I'll see if I can reveal one of ... mine."

Oh, this was going to get hot!

"Okay, first off this is only a fantasy. It's not anything I would ever want to actually happen to me. Well, I don't know." My aunt actually seemed almost demure then, and not the outgoing knockout that she was normally.

"I never thought mine would happen either." I added calmly.

"Still." Aunt Jess then proceeded to relate one of her sexual fantasies to mom and I.

"It really doesn't have a beginning. I am just having sex with a big, muscular man, a steel worker or maybe a body builder. We are really going at it. He is huge and is really going to town on me. He's so big and powerful and I just feel helpless beneath him. He makes me orgasm, but he keeps on slamming into me. My insides are like jelly, but I don't want him to stop; he feels so big inside me, stretching my pussy so wide! I am cumming a second time before he fills me up with his load.

"I lay there hardly able to move as this unknown man leaves me. Moments later though, another man appears, equally muscular, equally well-equipped. He kisses me, grabs my tits roughly, and then shoves in me hard. I cry out, both with pain and with pleasure. I pull him onto me as he ravages me the same as the first man had done. I orgasm, then again, howling out with pleasure as this man takes me. He pulls out and shoves his huge cock in my mouth, nearly choking me with the amount of cum he shoots down my throat!

"This man leaves and before I realize it, there are two more men beside me. One is white and the other is black. Both are just as big and beefy as the first two, and just as well-hung. I grab one of their cocks and begin sucking on it as I've never had before and he grabs my head and fucks my mouth with his huge schlong. The black guy gets between my legs with the biggest dick I've ever seen and sticks it in my wet pussy. I scream around the cock in my mouth as the black goliath enters me! They both are fucking me at either end and I can only lay there and let them. My body is overwhelmed with the pleasure and I have a few more orgasms as they switch places. I can't even get my lips around this dark giant of a man, so I just lick his monster as best I can. The other man is nearly ready to burst, and when he does, I can feel the force of his cum on my cunt walls! The giant cock sprays its delicious cream in my mouth so hard that I can't breathe and as I am choking, I sense the men leave.

"As I regain my breath there are more men around me, black, white, Hispanic, Asian. All are huge, with bulging muscles and big dicks. I can't keep even track as they kiss my breasts, shove their dicks in my face, and plunder my cunt with their giant cocks! I have one orgasm after another as they have their ways with me. I am beyond pleasure as they use me as their fuck toy. I pass out before they finish with me and I awake later covered with their cum all over my body."

Aunt Jessica had very obviously gotten worked up recounting her fantasy. Her breath was heavy and her eyelids hung low, her cheeks were reddened and I noticed she had a hand pressed between her crossed legs. Mom was also affected by her sister's story; her face was equally flushed.

"So you want a gangbang with a gym full of body builders?" I said bluntly.

"Not exactly, but I guess it sounds that way." Aunt Jess answered coming out of her self-induced reverie.

"That's not a bad one, Jess. Sounds ... interesting." Mom said lazily as if lost in Aunt Jess's words.

My aunt's fantasy about men that I couldn't hope to match, in build or size, left me feeling a little inadequate. It was silly, as they both had let me know that I was more than enough for either of them, but still the fact that Aunt Jessica dreamed about this left me wanting.

She must have seen a look on my face, as she smiled graciously at me.

"It has nothing to do with you Jeremy! I've had this ... fantasy for years. Don't give it too much thought."

"Surely it means something that they were all so muscular." I said dryly.

"Muscles aren't as sexy as the care and consideration that you give either of us. Would you want a girl with big tits or one that gave great blowjobs?"

"I don't have to make that choice. I got one with great tits and gives excellent head!" I declared with a wide grin, staring fixedly at Aunt Jess's bountiful breasts.

"Oh, thank you honey." Mom retorted.

"Well, you too mom." I said a bit guiltily. "But I see what you mean Aunt Jess. Tits aren't everything in a woman. Although they are very nice!"

And to prove my point both women shook their scantily clad chests at me.

"They are very, very nice!" I said approvingly. Mom and Aunt Jess giggled as they jiggled.

"What about you, mom?" I asked after a long pause. "Any fantasies you will share with us?"

I didn't really expect her to relate one, as I still thought of her as proper and motherly, regardless of recent events to the contrary.

"Just being with you honey feels like a dream. One that I shouldn't be having, but one that I can't deny enjoying."

"If you don't want to tell us, that's okay." I said a little glumly.

"No, it's not that. I can't really consider you as only my son anymore. Not after some of the things we've done." Mom looked at me deeply and put a hand on my arm lying on the table. "We've become so intimate that sharing anything with you, both of you, should be easy. I've just never told anyone my ... fantasies. Especially not ... well, you know."

"He who must not be named." Aunt Jess answered.

Even bringing up dad in a roundabout way still made his presence known.

"Jess!" Mom scolded quietly, as if dad might appear like some dark lord.

"Don't mind her mom. If you want to tell us, go ahead. I, for one, am very interested in what gets you hot." I said.

"Besides you, you mean." She smiled as if she might let out a laugh, but I could tell the turn of her lips was being forced.

"Mom."

"Okay, okay. Here goes." She took a deep breath, her cleavage expanding nicely. Not that I was looking mind you. Well, just a little.

"I'm walking down a dark street. I don't know why. Or why I'm alone. I would never risk wandering about like that at night.

"Anyway, I'm walking. Just the sound of my heels on the concrete. I walk beneath a street light that gives off feeble light, as if it's about to burn out. I'm nervous but oddly, I'm not afraid. I walk a block or so, my footsteps echoing off the darkness, and I have a strange feeling that I don't know where I'm going.

"I hear a sound behind me that startles me. I turn, but can see nothing there. I pull my overcoat tighter and keep walking, a bit faster now. I hear another sound, this like the sound of a shoe heel on the sidewalk. I quickly spin about, but there is still nothing. A chill runs up my back and I quicken my step even more.

"Another block passes and I suddenly notice the street is wet and water is running along the curb into the grate. I cross an intersection and I hear a quiet splash behind me. I look over my shoulder and am sure that I see a shadow flutter into the trees. I still feel nervous, but still not the fear that I should be feeling. I'm nearly at a jog, roughly in my high heels. Another sound behind me, still just as close as the others. I glance back and almost stumble. A large shadowy figure is a few feet to the left behind me. I regain my footing and break into a half-run. Footsteps behind me, but they are unhurried, and are keeping pace with me.

"Now I am afraid. I run. I dart through a field that is on the right. In the darkness, I almost run into a tree, its branches grabbing at my coat. Then it's not tree branches holding me, but arms. A dark figure of a person is there. I know it's a man even though there is no evidence to show that. I struggle, swinging my arms, kicking my feet.

"The man keeps a hold of me, easily resisting my efforts to break free.

"My coat is pulled off in the fray and my blouse and skirt suddenly feel too tight on my body. The man hardly seems to move regardless of my fighting. Then I feel his breath on my face. I still cannot see anything more than shadows and darkness, but he must be right beside me! His breath is hot on my skin. I can smell some odor about him, not cologne or cleanser, but it is intoxicating. My breath catches in my throat and I cease struggling for a second.

"I feel his mouth on my lips, and even in my heightened state I still succumb to his kiss.

"It is like no kiss I've ever had. I can no longer resist his hold on me. As we continue to kiss, I grab his shoulders with both hands. His dark hands tear my blouse open, then rips my bra off too! A quick motion and my tight skirt is at my ankles. I know if I tried to run now I would merely trip and fall, but I have no desire to flee anymore. I want more of his kiss!

"He kisses my neck and I shiver with delight. I shrug off my torn blouse and useless bra and stand in only my panties. I can see no details of this mysterious man, but I can now prove his manhood, as I can feel his hardness against my hip. I close my eyes and give myself to this dark knave of the night.

"He kisses roughly over my pimpled skin as his hands work over my trembling body. He pushes me further into the shadows and I trip and fall onto the wet grass. My mysterious marauder is on me and tears my panties off. He lies atop me and I feel his rod push into my willing pussy. I orgasm almost immediately as he thrusts deeply in me. I grab hold of his shoulders as he pounds me recklessly. I beg him for more and he obliges eagerly. As he continues to penetrate me, I plead for him to make me a woman! I am delirious with our passion; orgasm after orgasm overtaking me.

"I lie on the damp ground in bliss after, when I see the dark figure rise and seemingly melt into the night."

Mom looked down at the table when she ceased her story, momentarily unable to meet our eyes.

"Wow Jenny!"

"That almost seemed like a rape fantasy mom!"

"No. I was willing."

"Not at first. Why were you running away?" It was a fantasy and I probably shouldn't try to have her justify it to me, especially as I was her son. It could be said she wasn't willing that day in the kitchen when I had her blow me. She had definitely been resistant at Aunt Jess's later that day.

"I was ... I ... I don't know. It's only a fantasy Jeremy! Don't ask me to explain it."

"I thought it was hot Jenny! A dark, mysterious man comes up to you and takes you practically in the open ... you've made me wet!"

"Aunt Jess!"

"Sorry Jeremy. It might sound like rape, but I guess only a woman would know the difference between a man forcing himself on you when you say no, and a man forcing himself on you when you want him to."

"And a man never knows when no means no, or when no means take me."

"No always means no, don't get me wrong. But sometimes if you ask again, that no might become yes."

"I don't think I'll ever understand women." I sighed dejectedly.

"You seem to be doing pretty good to me." My aunt said with a sexy leer.

"Present company excluded."

"What's wrong with present company?" Mom gave me a fierce glare.

"Ab ... so ... lutely nothing! It is perfect!" I gave mom my best innocent face.

"You don't think that look is going to help you, do you?" She asked intently.

"It has so far. At least with you." I answered glibly.

"Only because I love you so much, you little devil."

"Who, me?" I looked heavenward.

"It's your turn now, Jeremy." Aunt Jess said.

"My turn for what?" I asked with confusion.

"For your fantasy story."

"You already know it. We lived it last night." I answered emphatically.

"Not that one. I know you must have loads of fantasies."

I couldn't deny that! Aunt Jessica was a favorite fantasy, but hardly the only one.

Mom cut in before I could say anything.

"He wants to see us together." She said so emotionlessly she might have been telling her sister her shoe size.

"What?" Aunt Jess asked blankly. "We have been together all weekend."

"No. Together." Mom said with more emphasis this time.

"Together?" Aunt Jess still didn't grasp the concept. Then the light bulb went on. "Oh! Together!" She croaked out. She stared at mom for a moment, then turned to me.

"You mean, together together?"

"Yeah." I said weakly. I was sure she would be against the idea. She had shown resistance any time she had done anything with mom, whether blatantly or not. Whatever she had going on with Margie, she obviously was pro-sausage and not into Taco Tuesday.

"We have already done plenty with each other. I'm not sure what more you're thinking." She still seemed reticent about the thought of sex with her sister. I guess it would stay a fantasy.

"He wants to see us having sex." Mom said in that blank tone again.

"He gets to have sex with us both, but he wants to see us together?"

"It's alright Aunt Jess. You don't want to. Like your gangbang or mom's forced sex thing, it's only a fantasy."

"I didn't think you had an issue with being with another woman after Margie. I know you two have had a friends with benefits thing going on." Mom said with a concerned note in her voice. "I told him I would think about it, but if you have a problem, we won't try it."

"No. It's not that I'm not willing. I am. But you're my sister."

"And Jeremy is you're nephew. So?"

"It's not the same. And I don't mean because we are related. If I found out we had a hot long-lost sister, I would be all over her! It's because we've been so close for so long. I've known you longer than I've known anybody! It would just seem so ... strange."