An Incestuous 3some

I laughed, I quite liked being called that so I straddled you, took hold of your half erect dick, rubbed it on my pussy leaned forward and dangled my tits over your face so you could lick my nipples. You immediately hardened, it was as if I had triggered a switch, was it really as easy as that? Wonderful. I pressed the end of your rapidly hardening cock against my clit, sat up straight, looked you right in the eye, grabbed my own tits, rubbed them together and then let my cunt slide down your cock until it was in me up to the hilt.

"Did any of them fuck you like this Jack?" I asked pleased and relieved that I was on the pill and thus, fully protected.

Jack

The journey dragged, well for me every journey drags. Most is due to sheer boredom, this for other reasons. Having you sat next to me, your hair pinned up, your creamy slender neck leading down to the swell of your ample bosom, a white shirt buttoned to three holes from the top giving me the occasional glimpse of cleavage and tucked in at the bottom into a tight pair of jeans that only fuelled my already racing imagination.

As we drove I stole looks at you, gazed out of the window and thought of what was happening. Once it would have seemed wrong but I'd managed to put those thoughts behind me as apparently, so had you. It was a weekend of fucking, fucking and fucking. If only my parents knew, especially as they had been delighted when I'd agreed to go to Norfolk with you and Sara as you had told mum, letting on to me that she never was coming.

"It'll be good for you to spend some time in the country instead of milling around here all weekend or getting drunk with your friends" my mum had informed me.

I made a non-committal grunt, inside I was bursting though.

"Don't go giving your aunt any grief while you're up there ok, she works hard and doesn't need you being a yob." I tried not to laugh; I was thinking 'No, she needs me to be hard and full of cum!'

For some bizarre reason my Mum and Dad thought of you as a steadying influence on me. They thought of you as someone who could talk to me, reason with me and set an example. I thought about the conversation as you drove, so I smiled again, a big smile.

I'd never been to Norfolk before and had never believed anywhere could be so flat; it seemed like field after field as we drove. And finally after what had seemed an age we pulled up, in the middle of nowhere, to the cottage. As pretty as the cottage was I couldn't help but think 'Who'd ever want to live right out here?'

My thoughts were broken when you said "Jack, be a love and bring the bags while I open up?"

"Sure no problem Mandy" I replied as you activated the boot with your key fob.

I followed you through the front door, my sports bag and some supplies in one hand and your small suitcase in the other. As my eyes adjusted to the light inside I thought 'Mmmm, nice and cosy, what a good little fuck nest'.

I put the bags down and looked around whilst you opened windows to air the place.

"Where shall I put the bags?"

"Just pop the food into the kitchen through there" you gestured through a door off the back of the lounge. "And the bags into the front bedroom upstairs."

Having done as asked, I stood with a disbelief and shock in the bedroom. 'One double bed fuck we're gonna sleep together I realised!' For all we'd done in your flat, we hadn't actually done that; I hadn't yet slept with a girl all night. My stomach was full of butterflies at the excitement I felt.

"A penny for them?" I heard you saying as I turned and saw you leaning against the door frame, obviously watching me look at the bed.

"One bed" I replied with a grin.

"Yes, one bed," you smiled back as you closed the gap to me. "What shall we do about that?" There was a mischievous sparkle in your eye. "There are two other bedrooms, but Carey is bringing new bedding up soon, so we can't use them" you told me. Fuck I didn't care as I would get to be with you all night. You went on, dropping a sleeping bag on the floor. "That's why I brought this so you can sleep in it.

"What?" I said feeling such disappointment.

"Yes you'll be on the settee in the sleeping bag tonight and Sara will sleep with me."

"Oh I see," you laughed.

Your hands reached for the hem of my T-shirt and lifted it up, over my arms which I stretched out above my head to help you. Dropping it on the floor I thought you were going to stroke my chest but was mildly surprised when you unbuttoned my jeans, letting them fall to the floor I kicked off my shoes and socks before stepping out of them. With a lingering sweep of my body with your eyes your fingers hooked into the waist band of my tight Pierre Cardin boxers; my cock was clearly hard beneath the thin black material. Amazingly and so fucking hornily, you knelt down. Agonisingly slowly, which I think was more for you than me, I felt you roll the boxers down my thighs and slide them along my legs to join the puddle of clothes at my feet. I could feel your breath against my thigh and could see your face inches from my nineteen-year-old cock where it had sprung slightly forward and up against my belly button. The end was an angry red, which happens when I am very turned on.

After a moment, you stood up and saying nothing, just pushed me backwards onto the bed.

I lay watching mesmerised as you unpinned your hair, letting the rich brown locks cascade over your shoulders. You popped button after button open on your shirt, each opening and allowing a little more to be seen. You pulled it out from your tight jeans and let the tail flap down. With your shirt unbuttoned and gaping open, each edge rested on the tip of a white lace covered breast. Without either of us saying a word I watched you unzip your jeans, your eyes never leaving mine or my cock, my eyes never leaving your body. As your jeans made the same journey mine had moments earlier I could feel my cock twitch as you stood before me in just a shirt, lacy white bra and matching knickers.

We both had a need, there was no drawn out teasing as your shirt joined our pile of clothes on the floor, I couldn't move or speak as your hands reached behind your back and unclasped the hooks on your bra. It quickly landed on the pile of clothes, your big tits swinging free, nipples erect, areolas puckered giving away your desire to be fucked. Without pause, I watched, as you rolled your knickers down your legs and stepped out of them, the little strip of hair showing the gateway to your pussy.

Climbing onto the bed next to me and placing a finger on my lips I got the message not to say a word; this was a fuck, a straight forward, badly needed fuck. The kind of fuck that releases every pent up emotion and feeling, the kind of fuck where you just let go!

Once, I would have dived between your thighs, but you had taught me well. My fingers and lips stroked, probed, licked and nibbled. I concentrated a lot on your nipples, knowing how sensitive they are, and judging by the writhing of your hips, the rasping of your breath and the way you grabbed my hair I knew I was pressing the right buttons. Besides, the hardness of them gave you away and stopped any of that fucking aunty pretence. We were two lovers, plain and simple. The fact that you were over twenty years older than me and that you were my relative Jackered not a jot; you wanted me, I wanted you and so we fucked. Fucking marvellous and so awesomely grown up.

Your hand grasped, stroked and played with my dick, rolling my very full balls gently. I had almost forgotten what that was like, my younger conquests were rarely so confident. As my fingers found your pussy I couldn't believe how wet you were! And as I slid first one and then a second finger into your cunt gently fucking you with them, with my palm pressing against and gyrating against your clitoris you got wetter and hotter still.

When neither of us could hold back anymore I lowered myself onto you and slid inside so easily. No messing around or fucking about, just get on and get in, fucking great. Feeling the hotness of your pussy and your wide open legs wrapping round my waist enhanced the depth of being inside you, the walls of your cunt wet with your juices, gripping me, milking me and coaxing me toward my orgasm. With your tits flattened against my chest, my left hand grasping your hair at the roots whilst my right reached behind you to squeeze your buttocks we fucked. As the warm and tingling feelings washed over me, I bit and nibbled your neck and shoulders. Our orgasms were loud, passionate and intense, both clawing as much from the other as we could. I felt as though at last I had come home.

Afterwards as we lay there, I felt like I wanted to laugh. I had an unusual feeling of euphoria, an unquenched sexual desire, but a feeling that as a nineteen-year-old, I would describe as "YES!!!!" with a clenched fist punched into the air. I didn't do that, though, but instead kissed you with a smile.

We made small talk for a while, probably twenty minutes or so, before you raised yourself and like a panther, perhaps a cougar is a more fitting description, you crawled above me, your breasts swinging, your nipples filled with blood, engorged and swollen you straddled me. As you did I felt your soft fingers grab my cock and rub it a couple of times along the lips of your cunt.

"Did any of them fuck you like this Jack?" You asked, but didn't wait for an answer

In one motion you lowered yourself a couple of inches onto me. As you rose and lowered so I went inside you a couple more inches. On the third time all of me went inside you, a low grunt escaped from your mouth and a gasp from mine. The feeling was fantastic. The walls of your cunt gripped my cock and you accentuated that by squirming on it, then fucking it. Oh God the wonders of sex with an older woman are simply fucking awesome, what a lucky bugger I am, I thought to have an aunt to teach me.

Reaching down you pinned my arms to the bed by the wrists, your nipples grazing my chest and then we kissed, passionately. Our tongues entwined as you slowly raised yourself to the tip of my cock before impaling yourself on it again and again and again. As our orgasms approached you bounced faster and faster on me. In releasing my arms I was able to pull you close to me, your legs stretched each side of mine, your clit rubbing against the thick base of my cock. Our movements were limited, but were intensified by the wriggling and position we were now in. I grabbed your arse and let my hands go up and down with you, as I felt the sensations in my balls grow by the second. I knew I was close again and judging by your moans so were you. Your head was thrown back, your mouth was wide open, your eyes were clenched and your tits, ah your tits, your big, squelchy tits. They were all over the place, flying around, jiggling and wobbling it almost seemed as if they would come detached from your body. What a marvellous fucking sight they were. I took my hands, slightly reluctantly from your arse and grabbed your flying tits. That held them still!

There was no finesse, just lust and a need to cum. It wasn't long before I felt my balls tighten and release. I felt you shudder and start to climax. You moaned and groaned, grinding your cunt lips and clit against my pubes my spunk splashing everywhere. Fuck we'd forgotten a condom, I suddenly realised, as I pulled you hard onto me and held you there, my cock rigid right up inside your wonderful, inviting cunt.

As we came down from our second fuck in quick succession. I asked

"So what are we going to do this evening Mandy?" Before giving you a chance to answer I added with a smile and a pinch of your right nipple "We could fuck?"

You laughed, "Later maybe, we need to eat to keep our strength up. We're going to the local, just down the road. I'm having a shower and you can have one after me"

You gave me a lingering kiss on the lips and then I watched the sexiest woman I had known in my nineteen years get up from the bed and walk naked to the bathroom.

Author's note.

I have written the rest of this story in two parts. I will publish it weekly.