Jason's Journey Pt. 2 Ch. 1-4

Jason collapsed on top of his mother as she lay spread eagle on her belly in the bed. He realized he was still hard. Maybe not the nail driving hardness he had earlier but hard still. His chest heaved as he tried to get his breath. Unlike his mother and aunt, he was still clear headed. He knew what had just happened. He also knew there would be hell to pay when they sobered up. However, for now he had lived any man's dream; he had a 3some! In addition, that threesome was with his mother and aunt!

Helen crawled to her knees. She looked at Jason's jism oozing from his mom's pussy onto the sheets. She glanced over at her nephew. He lay on his back trying to catch his breath. However, his youthful cock was at half-mast, covered in his and his mom's juices. His pubic hair was wet and matted with sweat and cum. She crawled toward Jason's cock licking her lips. She grabbed it at the root and treated like an all-day sucker. She licked up and down and around it, reveling in the taste and aroma. She felt him stiffen as she worked her way down to his hairy crotch. She sucked and licked the creamy juices from his pubic hairs. She looked up into the exhausted face of her nephew. She straddled his hips, positioned his semi hard cock at her slit and slowly slid down, grunting as he slid easily into her pussy. Having the baby had left her larger than normal but just large enough to enjoy this boy's cock.

"You just lay there, baby, Aunty is going to do all of the work!"

Jason felt the smoothness of Helen's pussy as she began to rock back and forth. Her pussy was like a warm wet hand sliding easily up and down his length. He began to thrust up, pounding her loose wet hole.

"Aunty, your pussy feels amazing!"

"It's all yours baby, Auntie's pussy is all yours!"

Helen placed both hands on his chest. She felt the scratch of his pubic hairs on her vulva as she undulated from shoulders to ass, moving her sex back and forth on Jason's cock. It had been so fucking long! She loved the feel of his youthful dick filling her needy pussy. Mini orgasms rocked her body as the head of his tool pounded her cervix. She felt the head slide in and out of her still open birth canal. She thought she was losing her mind in lust as the knob entered her cervix and retreated.

She felt him swell as his orgasm approached. She frantically redoubled her efforts. She had to get there! She had to cum! As Jason grunted and began pumping seed into her womb, she screamed as her orgasm wracked her body.

She rolled off him onto back. The drugs, alcohol and strenuous sex took their toll. Helen passed out.

Jason looked to either side of him at his mother and aunt. It had been a hell of a night!

***

The wail of a crying baby snapped Helen out of her drunken sleep. Unsure of where she was, she struggled to her feet. The glare of the morning sun assaulted her eyes causing her head to pound. Jesus, how much had they drank. She was surprised to see her naked sister lying next to her sleeping. As she struggled to her feet, the stench of her bedroom overwhelmed her. It smell like a two-dollar whorehouse on Saturday night!

What had they done? She moved naked toward the nursery, her milk filled breasts ached. All it took was the cry of a hungry baby and she began expressing milk. She was stunned to see Jason standing naked in the nursery holding the baby. He turned and smiled at his aunt. Then he tested the milk on his wrist, nodded in satisfaction and eased the bottle into the baby's mouth.

"Just what in the hell are you doing naked?" As she spoke, vague memories began to roll into her mind.

"Don't you remember, Aunty Helen?" Jason had a big broad smile on his face.

Helen watched her baby suck hungrily on the bottle, his face intent, his little fists balled up on either side of his face.

"Oh my god," she wailed," we didn't?"

Jason continued his broad smile. "Yes we did! You and mom!"

The soft pad of bare feet behind her caused Helen to turn. Her sister looked like hell. Her eyes and face were swollen. The hair on her head was matted as though glued together. Susan's pubic hair, Helen thought she could see small flakes of...what...dried cum? She was walking wide legged as though she was sore.

"Jason, just why the fuck are you naked", Susan shouted! She grabbed her head with both hands as the reverberations of her voice caused her head to throb.

Helen held up one hand, palm extended fingers up. "Sis, you need to keep your voice down. I'm hungover."

She turned to Jason. "Change the baby and put him down. Then meet us in the kitchen."

"Yes, ma'am!" Jason nodded.

Susan sounded like an old car.

"But, but, but...!"

"Come on, Susan, we need to talk! And you, young man, get dressed and cover that weapon!"

***

Jason entered the kitchen sheepishly. The smell of fresh brewed coffee filled the room. His mother and aunt stopped talking when he entered the room. His mom pointed at a chair between her and her sister.

"Sit down, Jason!"

Susan and Helen had recalled most of the night's activities. They had shared their shame at coming home drunk out of their minds and literally raping Jason. Or so they thought!! Now they needed to deal with the aftermath.

Jason had just spent a night like no boy his age had ever spent. He felt like a man. He had serviced two mature women and had satisfied them both. Now it was time to pay the piper. He wandered what form his punishment would take.

"Jason, your aunt and I have been talking. We want to apologize to you for...for... what we did!"

"Yes, baby", Helen added, "we got a hold of some bad shit somewhere and it fucked with our heads!"

"Yes," Susan broke in, "we have decided the best thing to do is to forget about what happened!"

Mentally Jason breathed a sigh of relief. He was expecting a major repercussion. However, it seemed both of them just wanted to forget it. He nodded assent to them but knew he could never forget last night.

"Now, Jason, you have to promise, never, never, never to tell anyone!" Susan shook her finger in his face for emphasis.

"I promise!" He stood and headed to the front.

Both women watched his tight ass as he moved passed them into the Living room. They both felt a twitch deep in their pussies. Avoiding that young virile cock was going to be very hard.

Chapter 4

Jason drove the Caddy smoothly through the curves of Highway 17 as he headed down the Hill into Santa Cruz. It was a week since that mind blowing 3some with his aunt and mother. Although they all were more touchy feely, the women seemed to have decided they it had went further than they expected. While Aunt Helen was sanguine, his mother was wrestling with guilt. Even so, when he hugged her this morning, he cupped her breasts. She had ground her magnificent behind into his crotch before she slapped his hands and made him stop.

He exited the highway and headed through town toward the boardwalk. He and Annabelle, Belle, were meeting for a drink at the Compass Room bar on the bay. He guided the car into a spot just outside the bar. The bar was busy. Tourist season had started and the roads, stores and restaurants were packed. He paused at the entrance. The bar was full, R&B music wafted from the jukebox. He spied Belle when she stood and waved.

He mentally did a wolf whistle as he strode toward her and took in her clothes. Belle wore pale pink spandex booty shorts. They emphasized the full curves of her hips and behind. They were topped with a cut off white tee shirt that stopped about midway of her flat muscular belly. Her large breasts caused the tee to hang loosely. Her flip flops were also pink with a blood red rosette over the toes. The barest hint of a camel toe caused Jason to get a chubby. Combined with her shoulder length carrot red hair and heavily freckled moon shaped face, the effect was dazzling.

Belle took a few steps to meet Jason. She wrapped her arms familiarly around his neck and kissed him on the cheek. She noted the thick muscular legs that dropped like mahogany tree trunks from his beige cargo shorts. His camo tee was tucked into his shorts emphasizing his broad chest. He wore no socks with his well-worn grey canvas shoes.

"Hi," she said brightly, "I got us a booth on the veranda facing the bay."

They walked through the glass doors to the veranda. Jason let her slide into the booth first. The booth was a high back wicker affair. The back curved and provided a modicum of privacy while not detracting from the ambiance. To their front and off to their right the expanse of sand sloped down to the gently rolling waves of Monterey Bay. Further to their right craggy bluffs jutted out. The tables to the left were filled with tourists.

"You must think I'm terribly unprofessional to invite you for a drink when I was interviewing you."

"Not at all," Jason laughed, "I was trying to figure how to ask you out!"

They made small talk as the server came to take their order. While waiting for their drinks they made small talk about the warm sunny day and large crowds of tourists. Despite the fact it was their first social meeting, they shared an easy familiarity.

When their drinks arrived, the conversation had moved to their families. Jason related while he was born in California, his family were Louisiana transplants and he was an only child. Jason noticed that Belle's demeanor changed markedly when he asked about her family. Aside from offering that she was the youngest of five children and raised on a farm, she offered no more details. Jason read her closed down body language, tightness around her mouth and furrowed brow, as signs of a recent hurtful trauma related to her family.

By the second round of drinks, Jason's hand lay comfortably on Belle's thigh. They both were enjoying the sun, soft breezes and each other's company. When Belle leaned in and kissed him, her hand found his thigh and gently stroked it. By the third round, they were making out like teenagers.

"Who Whee," Belle exclaimed, fanning herself with her hand, "perhaps we should take a stroll on the beach and cool off!"

They strolled hand in hand toward the bluffs. The crowds thinned as they moved toward the bluffs. The sand changed to small sharp pebbles, making it uncomfortable for a bare foot person to walk. As they rounded the bluff, they came upon a small shelter beach, barely wide enough for two people. In front of them the bluffs continued.

Belle turned to face Jason. She stood on her tip toes, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him hungrily. Her tongue lightly touched his partially parted lips. She felt his hands drop to her ass.

Jason was a little surprised at Belle's aggressiveness. In some ways she was like his mom and aunt, sexually aware, knowing what they want and going after it. He let his hands slide down and cup her full firm behind. He squeezed it roughly.

Belle lowered one hand between them and massaged his erection through his shorts. She moaned lustfully as her hand felt its length and girth. Her pussy moistened and began to throb as she anticipated his massive tool entering and filling her. With her mouth still covering his and their tongues dueling, she unzipped his cargo shorts and freed his man meat.

Jason groaned as Belle's hand slowly stroked his erection. He used one hand to push down her boy shorts. He pushed them down over the swell of her bubble butt and let them drop to the sand. He felt her undo his pants. He stepped out of them and kicked them to the side. Their lips ground against each other's as their hands explored their genitals.

Belle broke their kiss and let her head drop to his chest. Her hips began to slowly thrust against his hand massaging her pussy. She felt her hand becoming sticky with his precum as she continued to slowly stroke him. She took a hard sibilant breath as his index finger invaded her sodden slit.

They slowly sank to their knees, their mouths finding each other on the way down. Their tongues moved back and forth in each other's mouth, first her sucking his tongue, then he sucking hers. Overhead the seagulls circled and squawked, the waves broke on the sand next to them.

Jason reached between them and took hold of his cock.

"Wait, Jason," Belle groaned, "let me put it in!" Belle wrapped her legs around his waist. She gripped his neck with one hand while Jason held her waist. Belle leaned back and looked down at his dark throbbing, heavily veined tool. She took it in her hand and pulled gently.

Jason moved forward reacting to Belle pulling on his dick. He looked down between them marveling at the contrast between her freckled hand and his cock. They both watched as Belle positioned the head of his meat against her swollen cunt lips. Again Belle pulled gently. Jason moved forward, his mushroom head pushing between the dripping lips of her neatly shaved pussy.

Belle released her grip on his cock and let her hand join the other around his neck. They held each other's eyes, relishing the joy they felt in each other.

"Now Belle?"

"Yes baby, but slowly! I want to feel you slowly filling me!"

Their eyes moved from drinking in each other to looking between them as Jason slowly entered her.

"Fuck Belle you are so damn tight!" Jason's cock throbbed as it entered the glove tight snugness of her twat.

"Jezuz, Jason, Jezuz! I can feel your dick head pushing into me! I can feel my pussy stretching!"

Jason felt his tool bottom out against Belle's cervix. They both looked down to see his balls dangling with two inches of cock still to go. They began a slow in and out rhythm, their eyes alternating between watching between them and drinking in the need in their eyes.

"Does that feel good, Lover? Does my cock make you feel good?"

Their speed increased as their passion deepened.

"Oh Jason, I love how you fill me! Every inch of my body can feel you in me! Fuck me hard baby!"

Belle's legs tightened around Jason. She moaned loudly as his balls finally slapped her ass, causing her to have a mini orgasm.

Jason leaned forward and balanced on one hand. He wrapped the other around Belle's waist. Without missing a stroke he laid her on her back on the sand. Belle's screams of ecstasy rivalled the sounds of the seagulls and the bay. The white clouds and blue sky blurred as she came to a screaming orgasm.

"Oh fuck, fuck, I'm coming! Don't stop! I'm coming! Oh gawd! Oh gawd!"

Jason felt her pussy spasm around his cock as Belle thrust up, coming hard and wetting them both as she squirted. Jason raised on his arms and slammed hard into the vee created by her legs wrapped around his back. He pounded her so hard the sand built up behind her head as she was pushed toward the water.

"Come again," he demanded, "do it again! I want us to come together!"

"Then keeping fucking my hard! Make me want it! Make me come, Gawddamit!"

Unexpectedly, Belle slapped his face. The suddenness of the blow caused Jason to see stars. He took one massive hand and slapped her back. And they came! Their orgasmic screams drowned out the sounds of the sea. The seagulls roosting on the bluffs took to the air as though a predator's scream had been heard. Below them two bodies gyrated and thrust as their screams filled the air.

Jason lay exhausted on top of Belle, sweat streaming off him. Belle's legs dropped to either side of Jason's body. Her hands slowly moved up and down his body. She slowly ground her crotch into his, relishing the feeling of him pumping his seed into her, wanting to get every drop.

"That was amazing!" Jason groaned huskily.

"Who you telling?" she laughed. Belle let her hands drop to his ass. She marveled at the size and hardness of his athlete's body." I have never had better!"

Jason rolled off of Belle. They lay next to each other as they recovered. Belle rolled to face Jason, holding her head in one hand. "And if you think this is a one night stand, you got another think coming!" she said laughing, wagging one finger in his face.

Jason rolled toward her and kissed her. "Are you kidding," he chuckled, pointing his finger first at himself and then at his semi hard cock, "me and him have found a home!"

*Two weeks later*

Helen heard the phone ring as she stared in horror at the pregnancy test stick. In a trance, she picked up the phone.

"Helen, Helen, Oh my god, I just took a pregnancy test and I am pregnant! You know whose baby it is!"

Helen nodded her head wearily.

"Welcome to the club!" Helen answered quietly

"You mean... you are...?"

"Yes I am" she replied.

"Helen, what are we going to do? My husband had a vasectomy so he will know it's not his! Gawddamit, I am fifty years old! I can't be having babies!"

"Susan, I am not sure what we are going to do! But at least I still have my maternity clothes!"