Threesome of Two

(note-this is a repost, I added a description of the mother and aunt, and changed the ending)

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I'd like to start out by giving you a little background information about myself. First off, I never knew my father, he died before I was born. At least, that's what I've been told my whole life. I've always had this feeling in the back of my mind that he was alive somewhere, and my mom had her reasons for telling me he was dead. But enough about that, it's always been myself and mom, and Aunt Bettie. mom's twin sister. Money was never a problem, mom had enough squirreled away to take care of us for life. I don't know where the money came from, but it's not important. We weren't rich, but we were comfortable, the three of us. We never really had any major problems. Until I was 15.

As you know, when a young man gets to a certain point in his life, his hormones kick into overdrive, and the single overriding thought in his brain is getting laid. I was no exception. In that aspect, I was just like every other red-blooded teenager in the United States. However, with me, there was just one teeny little thing. A three inch wide by one inch thick by one foot tall band of human flesh. The band of flesh that had physically joined my mother to her sister back to back. It also made my life torture.

Let me explain that like some people, I developed a fetish, a strange sexual attraction. For some people, it's feet, others, amputees, still others, inflicting and/or receiving physical pain. My particular fetish was Siamese twins. By some sick twist of fate, my mother and Aunt Bettie just happened to be Siamese twins. Which is why, except for meals, I generally kept to myself at home, and tried to spend as little time with them as possible. They probably thought I was being moody, or introverted, or antisocial, or, like most teenage boys, wanted as little contact with my mother as possible. The truth is, I couldn't spend more than ten minutes in the same room with them without developing the uncontrollable need to go to the bathroom to, as I liked to put it, "take matters into my own hands." Yes, I wanted to fuck my own mother, and it had nothing to do with an Oedipus complex. Which is why I tried to avoid them whenever possible. I thought by removing myself from their presence, I could control my urges. Which is why, when I went to college, even though we lived less than two miles from where I chose to go to school, I lived in the dorms. Of course, I gave them that "I want to be on my own, experience dorm life, blah," bullshit. It worked, at least I think it did, until my 21st birthday.

Let me take a minute here to point out that my mom gave birth to me on what was her and Aunt Bettie's 19th birthday. Which means, my 21st birthday was their 40th. But they didn't look it. They looked like they were in their mid-20s, and, except for the fact that they were joined at the back, could pass for models. They stood 5'9", with the classic "36-24-36" measurements, and weighed a combined 250 lbs. They had shoulder length platinum blonde hair, and green eyes. Unlike some pairs of identical twins (as Siamese twins are, as anyone with a basic knowledge of biology will tell you, always identical), they embraced their identicalness, wearing the same hairstyle, clothes (especially seeing that most of their wardrobe had to be specially tailored, owing to their conjoinment), and makeup.

Anywho, back to my 21st birthday. My roommate, who was almost a year older than me, decided that there was only one place on God's Green Earth I should celebrate my final passage into legal adulthood: Las Vegas, Nevada. After checking into our hotel rooms, he told me it was time to give me my present. An all-expenses paid outing to the Chicken Ranch (Sorry, that's a different story for a different time).

When I returned, sans virginity, I decided to go back to my hotel room to take a quick shower and change my shirt before hitting the bar for my first legal beer. Before I could turn on the light, I heard a voice, which was familiar, but still nearly scared me shitless. "We hope you're still horny," my mom said, as I turned on the light, and saw her and Aunt Bettie sitting on the corner of the bed. They were wearing a yellow strapless sundress, which was cut in such a way to expose half of the band of flesh that joined the two of them as one, as well as open toed espadrilles which showed off their French pedicures.

"I am now," I thought to myself. "How did you two get in here?" I asked.

"Kevin let us in," Aunt Bettie said. "We flew in last night, hoping to surprise you."

"That you did," I said. "But what are you doing here, anywho?"

"We have a present for you," my mom said.

"Huh?" I asked, becoming intrigued by her answer.

"Well, we know why you've been spending as much time alone as possible," my mom said.

"And why you chose to live in the dorms, even though we live within walking distance from school," Aunt Bettie added.

"Okay, I admit it," I said. "I want to nail Siamese twins."

"You don't think Dianne and I didn't know that?" Aunt Bettie asked.

"We figured it out a long time ago, Michael," my mom added. "We just wanted to hear you say it."

"We know you have this fantasy about sex with Siamese twins," Aunt Bettie added. "That's our present."

"So where are the two of you going to find a pair of Siamese. . ," I said, realizing at that moment what their present was.

"You have a choice," Aunt Bettie said, as she and my mom began disrobing. "Your mother or me."

"Of course, if you can't decide," my mom said, "you can do both of us."

That was pretty much all I needed to hear. I stripped down to my bare ass in record time. "Well mom," I said, "time for you to make a motherfucker out of me."

"You kiss your mother with that mouth?" she asked in mock anger.

"Of course I do," I said, giving her a quick peck on the cheek. Grabbing my now rock-hard member, I added "And I'm about to fuck her with this dick."

I decided to forget the preliminaries, and fuck my mom standing up. The fact that the three of us were the same height (5'9") made sex in that position relatively easy. Aunt Bettie sat on a stool, and I stood in front of my mom, who guided my dick into the orifice from which I entered the world. I thrust my entire eight inches into her, and she wrapped her legs around my waist, and threw her arms around my neck. I took a few seconds to take the experience in, and began thrusting. I kept a slow and steady rhythm, wanting it to last. I mean, this is a once in a lifetime thing, I didn't want it to end too quickly. After about fifteen minutes, I felt my balls waiting to explode, and took one last thrust, and held it there as I spilled my seed into what had been my home for nine months, as my mom used her vaginal muscles to milk every last drop of cum from my dick. My mom disentangled herself from me, as I felt my dick go soft, and I pulled out. I grabbed a diet cola from the mini bar, and sipped it while waiting for my dick to get hard again, As I was doing that, mom and Aunt Bettie switched places, and when I was fully hard, Aunt Bettie and I went at it, and I lasted about twenty minutes.

"We hope you enjoyed it," my mom said, as I was ready to get into the shower.

"Of course," I said. "This is a one time thing, isn't it?"

"That depends," Aunt Bettie said.

"On what?" I asked.

"On whether you want to want to do it again," my mom said.

Afterwards, things were different between us, seeing as I no longer had to control my urges. In fact, at the end of the semester, I moved out of the dorms, and back home, using the excuse of homesickness. Although life for us didn't become a never-ending orgy, I still had sex with them occasionally, for some inexplicable reason, I had sex with Aunt Bettie a lot more than with mom.