Subject:     Randy Gets Greedy
Story Codes: MF FFM FF F-solo oral incest mother daughter
Diary Date:  March 26, 2010
Author:      Kelly <pghpa_girl@yahoo.com>

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Summary
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What do you do when your boyfriend tells you that he wants to have sex 
with another woman?  Well, if you’ve agreed that you’re on in an 
exclusive relationship you might say why even say anything.  However, 
when the “other woman” is your mother’s sister, then things take on a 
whole new perspective.

Table of Contents
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   Chapter 1 – Dating Randy
   Chapter 2 – Trying to Understand Men’s Needs
   Chapter 3 – Randy Lusts For My Aunt Linda
   Chapter 4 – Getting Kristi Interested
   Chapter 5 – Prepping Randy
   Chapter 6 – Randy Finally Gets What He Wants
   Chapter 7 – Randy Gets More Than He Asked For


Chapter 1 – Dating Randy
========================

Randy and I have been dating since October of last fall, starting back 
when he surprised me by showing up in church one day out of the blue.  He 
was back home after having been laid off from some sort of computer 
programming job he’d had somewhere in southern California.  We had dated 
briefly back in high school when he was a junior and I was the older 
senior girl.  One of the reasons I remembered him more than other guys I 
dated back then was I’d been his “first” girl – a “first” for me as well.  
After the newness wore off we quit dating and after high school we went 
our separate ways.  I never expected to see him again until that day I 
practically ran him over as I made my way out after church.  Wow, he had 
certainly grown up – on more areas than one as it turned out!

From the start we agreed that we weren’t going to be “exclusive” and 
never in all the time we’ve been “dating” have I ever even once 
considered the possibility of marriage.  We’ve just been the perfect 
stereotypical “friends with benefits” and so as long as the relationship 
is mutually beneficial to both of us, I guess that it will continue in 
one shape or another.  When people ask if I have a boyfriend, my typical 
response is, “Yes, but nothing serious”.

Even though we’ve agreed that seeing other people was ok, the reality is 
that we pretty much stick with each other and even when we don’t it’s not 
something that tends to come up in casual conversation.  I’ve heard a few 
things from my friends that they’ve seen Randy messing around with other 
girls now and then, but so long as he’s available when I need him, I’m 
not complaining.  It’s not like I don't take advantage of an opportunity 
when I get one.

Actually, for the most part I’ve been “faithful” to Randy, whatever that 
means.  There have been times, like a recent night out with my best 
friend Beth, where I’ve done some other guys but it’s typically just 
something spur of the moment for fun and nothing “serious”.  

In some ways, dating Randy today is not all that much different from when 
we were back in high school.  Back then I was the older girl, a senior 
while he was just a lowly junior.  Normally I didn't go out with guys 
younger than me but Randy was a bit of a nerd back then so it was sort of 
a challenge for me I guess you could say.  Then when I found out he was a 
virgin that made it even more special since I’d never had sex with a 
virgin before.

Randy’s parents were ultra-conservative and would’ve undoubtedly had an 
aneurism had they known some of the things their son was doing with me 
behind their backs – literally in some cases.  I’ll never forget the time 
I coerced him into fucking me out on their porch while his parents were 
watching TV in the next room.  Then there was the time we fucked on his 
parent’s bed while I wore his mom’s nightgown.  THAT time was especially 
hot since his older sister caught us but fortunately she didn't tell 
their parents.

Thus my relationship with Randy is really more about sex than anything 
else.  When we went out it’s pretty much a given that we will fuck – or 
at least that I'll give him a blowjob.  Heck, why else go out?  We don't 
share much the same tastes in music, hobbies or much of anything else.  
I’m sure that if it wasn’t for the great sex we would’ve split apart long 
ago.  The question now is, how long can a relationship last when it’s 
based purely on sex?  Well, give me a little more time and I'll tell you!  
For the moment I don’t know but I’m enjoying it while I can.


Chapter 2 – Trying to Understand Men’s Needs
============================================

There are times when men are so obvious and transparent that it’s almost 
embarrassing to take advantage of them... almost.  Men have three basic 
needs – sex, food and sleep and in that order.  A typical guy will 
sacrifice sleep for food and then food for sex but don't ever expect him 
to forego sex for food or pass up food just for some sleep.

Since men seem to think of sex in mostly physical terms, it comes down to 
their dicks.  What I mean is it’s the classic struggle between the “big 
head” versus the “little head”.  My mom use to say a man had two heads 
but only enough blood to operate one at a time.  Personally I think it’s 
hilarious that men can’t control their sexual urges enough to be able to 
stop an erection, even when it’s totally inappropriate.  At the same 
time, for me it’s quite useful.  For instance a guy can say all he wants 
but one look at his crotch and I know the truth.

Well, I could go on and on about men but what’s important in this context 
is there are still a few things I haven’t totally figured out about men.  
One of those has to do with the age of the women that turn him on – or in 
some cases I should say “girls”.  About the only thing that’s consistent 
is that regardless of age the guy is are, THAT is the age he least seems 
to want his partner to be.  What differentiates men is whether his desire 
is for older or younger women.  Indeed, this is where it gets really 
interesting – and confusing.

Take the concept of the classic MILF – Mother I’d Like to Fuck (similar 
to the GILF – do I really need to explain?).  What is it about older 
mothers that turn guys on so much?  I’m not talking about REALLY old like 
into their fifties and older but more like the thirty and forty year-olds 
that men often lust for.  It’s not even the cougars (single older women 
gunning for younger men) that I’m talking about but actually married 
mothers with kids that are their favorite target.  Add in a teenage 
daughter and then it REALLY seems to get their motors running.

Which leads right into the other end of the spectrum, the young girls 
that so many guys fantasize about.  Please, I’m not even going to discuss 
pedophiles stalking five and six year-old girls – that’s just disgusting 
to me.  No, I am referring to those guys that lust for girls between the 
ages of maybe twelve and sixteen with fourteen seeming to be the 
“optimum” age for most.

Take me for example... I lost my virginity when I was fourteen and so did 
my mother and my cousin so obviously there were guys out there looking 
for us at that age.  For them it’s often a fantasy based on “teaching” 
the young girl about sex, being her first, or just plain horniness for 
pretty little girls that drive men crazy with the slutty little outfits 
their moms buy them these days.

OK, I’m not THAT naïve and I can empathize with men in that young girls 
ARE cute and they can be quite developed for their age, especially when 
compared to boys at that same age.  Still, it’s one thing to smile at 
their growing bodies and budding sexuality but that’s worlds apart from 
wanting to have sex with them.  Take one look at my website, at the 
stories and tributes men send in regarding young girls, and it’s obvious 
that’s such feelings are quite common among men.

So what it is that makes some men go for the young girls while others are 
driven by lust for their mothers (and grandmothers)?  DNA?  Upbringing?  
Age?  The Internet?  And why aren't men as turned on by girls their own 
age as they are about that adorable little preteen waif walking through 
mall with her mom?  Why would any guy want to fuck a woman old enough to 
be his own mother?

Now I know some people might say that I’m being a little hypocritical 
with regards to the MILF question as I’m on record for saying I prefer 
sex with older men.  Well, I don't think it’s really a fair comparison.  
I prefer older men mainly because the guys my age and younger are either 
incredibly immature or they just want to fuck anything on two legs.  The 
main issue I have in either case is all they care about are their own 
needs and desires, not mine.  If they kiss me, play with my hair, or even 
lick my pussy, it’s only because they feel they have to as part of some 
mandatory foreplay that they do only as long as they think they have to 
in order to get to what they REALLY want – to fuck me.  

Granted, older men have most of the same desires as they did when they 
were teenagers or in their twenties, but they’ve also learned to temper 
that desire with concern for their partner’s needs as well.  Perhaps some 
of it has to do with their reduced potency where the machine gun they had 
as a teen has devolved into a musket loader.  As a result they want to 
make the experience last as long as possible which means they have to 
attend to me or else it would be all over with for the night in a few 
minutes.

To be fair, there are exceptions to both instances.  Some younger guys 
really have cared about me and seen to my own needs before theirs and 
there have been more than a few older ones that are just crazy horny and 
just use me as a notch on their belt or the fulfillment of a life-long 
fantasy.  I’m just talking about the typical guy, not every guy.

Now if you want to know what REALLY gets me fired up, it’s when a guy 
seems to think I’m somehow even remotely interested in who else he has 
sex with besides me.  Like, why would I ever want to know that, 
especially if we’re in the middle of doing it ourselves?  Is he hinting 
at some desire for me to role-play for him?  Is he just so caught up in 
his uncontrollable lust that he doesn’t even fully understand what he’s 
saying?  Is he trying to impress me with his “open mind”?  Maybe if we’re 
exchanging fantasies or such it is OK to hear those things but when a guy 
is doing me, I want him to be focused on ME and not even hint at who else 
he wishes he was with.


Chapter 3 – Randy Lusts For My Aunt Linda
=========================================

“You want to fuck who?”

Unbelievable!  Here we were laying on his bed, taking advantage of his 
parents being out for the night, fucking like horny rabbits and out of 
nowhere my so- called boyfriend comes up with the craziest question he’d 
ever asked me.  Suddenly I went from being engulfed with lust to being so 
pissed off at him that I just lost it.

“Fuck it, get the hell off of me asshole,” I huffed, pushing him with 
both hands over to the side.

His stiff dick slipped out of my pussy as he flopped over on his back, 
leaving the two of us panting on the bed on our backs as we lay beside 
one another.

Sheesh, one second I was just about to orgasm and now the last thing on 
my mind was sex.  I say my mind because apparently the memo hadn’t made 
it to my pussy yet as it continued to throb but I just ignored the 
traitor.  Dammit, I was mad at Randy and even if my body still 
instinctively craved him, I wasn't about to let him know that.

“You know, it’s not that I really care one way or the other that you want 
to fuck my aunt, but why in the world would you tell me that NOW?” I 
asked him angrily.

Randy took a breath and slowly let it out before answering.  Glancing 
down, I noticed his dick hadn’t gotten the memo yet either as it was 
still fully erect, all nice and wet from being buried in my horny pussy 
just moments before.  God it looked incredible!

“I don’t know... I guess I just thought you would think it was hot for me 
to say that about her,” he finally replied lamely.

All I could do was sigh with frustration.  Damn, it was really hard to 
see his dick all nice and hard, coupled with the unquenchable tingle 
between my legs, and not want to just jump on it and start grinding on 
him.  Randy was definitely towards the upper end of the scale when it 
came to the size of dicks I preferred and when he was this stiff and 
fully extended, it made my whole body quiver just to see it.  It was 
beautiful... nice and wet from having just been in my pussy, the smooth 
head all enlarged, his pubic hair all thick and curly.

Still, as much as I wanted to pounce on Randy’s wonderful cock like a cat 
on a mouse, there was a principle involved...

“Like I said, I really don’t care... that’s between you and her.  Shit, 
you’re suppose to me fucking ME right now you dope, not thinking about my 
aunt.”

“Well I’m sorry I mentioned her then... c’mon, let’s forget I ever said 
anything and get back to fucking,” he suggested, turning on his side and 
placing his large hand over my warm crotch.

As much as I wanted to pull it into me even tighter, somehow I managed to 
push it away, trying not to respond to his touch despite the monstrous 
surge of pleasure I felt when his fingers pressed on my swollen clit.  
Damn, I really HAD been SO close to cumming and even now, it still 
wouldn't take much to set me off.

“It’s too late now, you’ve already spoiled the mood,” I whined, crossing 
my arms over my bare breasts like a virgin trying to hide herself.

That may have been what I was SAYING but it certainly wasn't what I was 
FEELING.  It’s not like you can suddenly turn these sort of feelings off 
like a lamp but I knew I could get it any time I wanted it from him so it 
gave me a little more leverage at the moment to deal with his infraction.

“Soooooo, what is all this about fucking my aunt anyway?”

Randy rolled his eyes and then he grinned at me like a kid eyeing a candy 
store window.  “C’mon Kelly, she’s HOT.”

“Yeah but what makes you think she would want have sex with you in the 
first place?”

“Why not?  Or am I too old for her?”

Randy chuckled at his lame attempt at humor and this time it was my turn 
to roll my eyes.  It was somewhat my fault in that I should’ve never told 
him about my aunt’s fondness for the younger boys (matched only by her 
daughter’s similar obsessions).  It was probably a good thing I’d never 
actually told him HOW young they went for but it was enough for him to 
get a pretty good idea.  Still, at 23 he wasn’t much more than half my 
aunt’s age so it wasn't like he was some old geezer yet.

“Oh you’re horrible!” I came back, trying to sound exasperated with him.

“Hey, I was just saying...”

“That’s enough of that, OK?” I broke in before he said something we might 
both regret.

To be honest, this line of talk wasn’t my favorite subject.  Sure, I 
could appreciate a younger boy, or even girl for that matter, but it was 
more an intellectual exercise for me than sexual attraction.  People 
confuse that all the time about me.  Just because I TALK about underage 
sex and tease men about them doing it doesn't mean that I’m interested in 
having sex with them myself.  The reality is that I’ve never in my life 
had sex with a boy under sixteen and even that was when I was fourteen.  
OK, so there was one time with a sixteen year-old when I was older but 
that was something special at the time and not really relevant.

Bottom line is that since I turned eighteen I’ve focused more on men 
older than me – some significantly older.  I’ve also not been with anyone 
under eighteen.  Sure there have been a few times when I was sorely 
tempted - my cousin certainly hasn’t helped in that regard, but the 
consequences for my teaching career and my family have always overridden 
any short term enjoyment I might have had so I’ve always said no.

Just because I admit to being tempted is no reason for me to feel any 
shame or remorse.  If anything it just shows I’m human.  Hey, you can’t 
control your thoughts and feelings.  You can’t control how your body 
instinctively responds in every situation which is part of why I say that 
it’s OK to fantasize about ANYTHING.

What really matters, and what people SHOULD be held accountable for, is 
how they ACT.  If a guy gets an erection watching young girls at a 
playground, he can’t stop that from happening but he CAN stop himself 
from exposing that erection to them or otherwise doing anything 
inappropriate.  If I see a cute teenage boy and find myself wondering 
what it would be like to be a teenage girl again, so what so long as I 
don't ACT on those thoughts?  So long as I keep my hands off of him and 
don't do anything else I shouldn’t, what’s the big deal what I THINK?

Simply put, I didn't want to get into a conversation with my boyfriend 
over my aunt’s sexual partner preferences, especially the ones that most 
people didn't know about.  Randy only knew because he was privy to some 
family secrets of mine of which he was the first boyfriend I’d ever had 
who knew them.  Then again, he’s also the only boyfriend I’ve ever had 
that is personally involved in incest – in his case meaning that he fucks 
his older sister.  There was one time a LONG time ago where I had a 
boyfriend who I watched doing his mom but that was only a one-time thing 
and I had no idea what, if anything, happened after that.  I wasn't 
having sex in my family at the time anyway so it didn't really matter.

“So tell me Randy, why do you want to fuck my aunt more than me?” I 
asked, trying to change the subject, “You do know that she almost twice 
as old as you are, don’t you?”

“Now just wait a minute... I never said MORE than you,” he countered 
quickly, trying once again to get his hands on me as if to emphasize the 
point.

Again, I brushed him away again as he wasn't forgiven, at least not quite 
yet.  “I just thought it would be hot to do her and figured you might 
like to help.”

There he goes making stupid assumptions again.  Why do people think that 
just because my dad fucks me and my aunt that she and I have sex 
together?  Sure, we’ve done it a few times over the years but it’s not 
like it’s something we go out of our way to do.  In fact, I can probably 
count on one hand the numbers of times that we’ve done anything like 
that.  People forget that incest, when practiced as it SHOULD be, is not 
all about sex and orgies.  Just because you CAN have sex with a relative 
doesn’t mean you DO.  In any case, I wasn't about to debate the point 
with Randy at this time – not with that handsome dick staring at me like 
a one-eyed pleasure snake.

“So if that’s so, then why don't you just ASK her?” I asked him, “She 
knows that you know about everything anyway so it’s not like she’d be 
giving away any special secrets.”

“What do you mean Kelly, that I just walk up to her and ask her if I can 
fuck her?” Randy said flippantly.  “Yeah, I can just see me doing THAT!”

“Why not?”

That made him pause for a moment.  Then he looked at me with his eyes 
narrowed, like he was trying to determine if I was being serious or just 
teasing him.

“Seriously,” I continued, “I think you’d have a better chance if you were 
just up front with her rather than having me act like some kind of lewd 
matchmaker.”

“So are you saying that you wouldn't care if I fucked her?” he asked, as 
if NOW was the time to ask me that!  Seemed like the sort of question he 
should’ve asked at the start of this conversation.

“Damn Randy, you know me better than to ask something stupid like that,” 
I huffed, “I’ve always told you that you can fuck anyone you want... and 
I meant it.”

Technically that was true as we’d agreed from the beginning that either 
of us could go out and have sex with whoever we wanted, whenever we 
wanted, without saying anything to the other.  Still, I could tell from 
the hurt expression on his face that he was more than a little 
disappointed that I appeared to be so flippant with my lack of “concern” 
over who he had sex with.  Actually I DID care and I guess maybe that’s 
why I was trying so hard not to show it.  Even if I had no intentions of 
ever getting “serious” with Randy, it’s still a boost to your ego to know 
someone feels pangs of jealousy when you’re having sex with someone else.

“So are you sure that you won’t ask your aunt for me?” he tried again 
after a pause.

Good grief!  I sighed loudly and grinned at him.  “Well, I guess that 
depends on how well you fuck me now.”

OK, so I’m human, shoot me.  Laying there naked with him pushing his 
stiff rod into the side of my hip, how could I NOT want him?  Any 
thoughts like I’d had when I pushed him away had long since disappeared 
and my natural horniness was firmly back in control again.  Reaching down 
to my side, I gathered his warm dick in my hand, wrapping my fingers 
around its firmness and tugging on it gently.  God I loved the feel of 
him in my hand!

“I think we’ve said enough about my Aunt Linda... now fuck me.”

Well he did... and quite well I might add!  However, I did have to wonder 
when he finally came inside of me if he was thinking about Aunt Linda’s 
pussy instead.  I can’t say I was comfortable with the idea of him 
thinking about her while he fucked me...


Chapter 4 – Getting Kristi Interested
=====================================

When I finally returned home the house was empty so I was able to take a 
shower and get ready for bed without being pestered by my cousin for a 
status report.  At least living with my cousin I could just tell her to 
get lost and ignore her so it wasn't like back when I was in high school 
when my mom or dad would be waiting up for me, anxiously waiting to hear 
all about my date – especially the juicy details (sorry, pun intended).  
As a teen I could hardly say no to my parents but when it came to Kristi 
that was a different matter entirely.  She could just wonder what had 
happened so far as I was concerned and usually I’d give her a sly grin to 
let her think it was even naughtier than it typically was.  

Suddenly hunger struck so I wrapped a towel around my wet hair and used 
another around me, tucking it in my cleavage to hold it in place.  It was 
a large bath towel so it was almost like wrapping a blanket around me it 
was so huge.  Being so heavy it was sort of a pain to keep on but it was 
still better than running around naked.

I was in the midst of peeling an orange when in walked Kristi with her 
usual grin on her face.  In and of itself, the grin meant nothing since 
it seemed to be permanently etched on her face.  Now had she NOT been 
grinning, THEN I would have wondered what was going on – and been worried 
as well.

“So cuz, get laid?” she greeted me.

Typical Kristi in that I didn't even get a “hello” from her before she 
went straight to what mattered to her the most – the sex.  The girl had a 
one-track mind, that was for sure.  Well, at least you always knew where 
she was coming from.

The grin on my own face told her all she needed to know so she took a 
seat across the table from me and asked, “So where’d you guys do it this 
time?”

All I got to tell her was that we did it in his bedroom when she cut me 
off saying, “Shit Kelly, I keep telling you to do it on his sister’s 
bed... that would be hotter, don't you think?”

There she goes again trying to push my buttons.  I just shook my head at 
her, hoping she would remember what I’d told her a dozen time before if I 
told her once.  Sheesh, how many times did I have to tell Kristi that 
Randy’s sister didn't live at home anymore and hadn't in years?  Kristi, 
as usual, didn't pick up on the hint and barged right on ahead.  

“Ya know, I think it would be cool if you did it on her bed AND she was 
on it at the same time.  Really, I can’t believe you won’t do it with his 
sister.  I bet you do and you just won’t tell me... is that right?”

There were so many misconceptions there that I hardly would’ve known 
where to begin, had I chosen to.  First, as I already said, she didn't 
even HAVE a bed in the house anymore as her bedroom had long ago been 
turned into a sewing room for her mother.

Next, it wasn't MY decision not to do anything with her.  From the first 
time she’d caught me with her brother back in high school, she’d hated my 
guts.  I guess seeing me wearing her mom’s nightie hadn't helped.  Since 
then time hadn’t done anything to heal our rift.  She thought I was a 
slut (which I couldn't argue with) and in her book that meant I was unfit 
to be her brother’s girlfriend.  End of discussion so far as she was 
concerned.

“So anyway, where did you go today?” I asked her, trying to deflect the 
conversation away from me and Randy – and his sister.

“Oh the usual... just an open house,” she said but the look in her eyes 
told me that she wasn't telling anywhere near the entire story.

She was clearly taunting me, waiting for me to rise to her bait and beg 
her to tell me all the lurid details of how she undoubtedly slept with 
some potential buyer, probably while another couple was looking around 
the home if I knew her by now.  Sometimes I felt like she was 
embellishing things a bit but then I knew from my own experience “helping 
out” her mom that indeed, sometimes truth was stranger than fiction,

Seeing I wasn't going to play along with her little mind games, Kristi 
gathered her things and left for her room, finally leaving me in peace to 
finish peeling my orange.  As she walked out and I glanced over just in 
time to see her tight little ass wiggle in an impossibly tight skirt, 
suddenly an idea flashed into my head.

“Hey Kristi, Randy told me that he wants to fuck your mom!” I called out 
after her.

Now THAT stopped her in her tracks!  Kristi turned around and looked at 
me, like she was trying to determine if I was just teasing her or if 
there any truth to what I’d just said.  Something like the look Randy had 
given me earlier when I told him it was OK to fuck my aunt.  Apparently 
convinced I was at least not totally messing with her, she dropped her 
coat on a chair and came back into the kitchen.

“MY mom?” she repeated, as if she wasn't sure she had heard me right.  
“Are you sure he wasn't talking about ME?”

Another classic Kristi move – making it all about her.  Heaven forbid 
that some guy might not ask for her but express his desire for her mother 
instead.  I assured her that she’d heard me correctly and she appeared to 
be a bit miffed.  It didn't help that Randy had been with her a few times 
in the past so it must have seemed like a slap in the face to her for him 
to express desire for her mom but not her.

“Yeah, he even asked me to help with asking her.”

Kristi may have had a body most girls would kill for, but I’ve never 
claimed she was the sharpest knife in the drawer.  With her fixation on 
sex and herself, it made her almost as easy to manipulate as your typical 
guy.  Case in point, all I had to do was lob out a little softball of a 
statement and she was instantly all over it.

“What do you mean?”

“I was just thinking maybe if you helped me set things up between them, 
then maybe we could arrange for a little unexpected fun beyond what they 
think they’re getting.”

Hook, line and sinker.  Kristi swallowed it all without even a blink of 
her eye.  Actually the idea had just popped into my head a few minutes 
earlier, but she was so easy to manipulate that all I needed was a few 
seconds to figure out the right approach.  Kristi may not catch every 
nuance I tossed her way but not even she could miss this one.

It took maybe an hour or so but we eventually came up with a plan I had 
to admit was quite devious – not to mention hot as hell.  There were a 
few details that would have to be dealt with when the time came but I was 
sure it wasn't anything the two of us couldn't handle.  Now if we could 
just pull it off...


Chapter 5 – Prepping Randy
==========================

“So... do you still want to fuck my Aunt Linda?”

Randy and I were laying laid together on my bed after another evening of 
sex for the sake of sex.  He’d just cum in me (finally) and his dick was 
still inside of my pussy while his arms were wrapped around me as he 
spooned me from behind.  After he’d cum we both kept quiet for a few 
minutes, laying perfectly still except for the occasional quick push as 
he tried his best to keep his slowly dwindling cock buried inside of me.

God... I loved the feeling it gave me as his dick moved ever slightly 
inside of me while his sperm drained slowly out of me onto my thigh.  For 
some reason I started to try and figure out how many times I’d been 
fucked over the years.  Hundreds for sure.  Was it more than a thousand 
times if I counted back to when I first did it at the age of fourteen?  
Yet no matter how many cocks, how many times, how many positions, no 
matter where or when, this was one of those moments of which I never grew 
weary.

In a way, having him behind me like this with his hairy crotch pushed 
into my bare butt and his large hand cupping my tender breasts, it was 
even better in that it wasn't really all that important to me WHO he was.  
That may sound a little weird so let me explain.  When it comes to sex, 
how I react depending mostly on WHO I am with.  Well, “who” in terms of 
what my relationship is with that person.  There are three basic 
categories: total strangers, guys I am close to (like a boyfriend or 
long-time friend) and then those in my family (incestual relationships).

With a total stranger, like when I have sex at a party or I just go out 
and get picked up by some guy I’ve never met before, it’s not just all 
about the physical aspect of sex as you might think it would be for me.  
In fact, the idea that he IS a total stranger is a large part of what 
turns me on.  Just think about it and it should make sense to you.

First, when you meet a stranger there’s no guarantee that you WILL have 
sex yet at the same time, it’s assumed because I know he’s horny and he 
probably figures only a slut would be doing this sort of thing in the 
first place.  Here’s a guy whom I’ve never met before and don't even know 
his name, and I’m letting him literally mate me like some dog in heat 
taking whatever hard dick comes her way.  He doesn't care about ME, he 
doesn't want to know anything about ME, all he wants is to fuck me and 
when it’s over, never see me again.  You gotta admit, that’s all pretty 
hot.

When it comes to sex with my friends and boyfriends, I refer to that 
privately as “comfort sex”.  You both know each other, what you each like 
and don’t like, what turns each other on – and off.  You know when you 
get together that you WILL have sex, so it’s how you get there that makes 
it interesting.  

With “strange” sex it’s basically right to the sex, be it oral or full 
fucking, and when it’s done it’s done.  With a friend, I like to snuggle 
and have lots of foreplay.  Sometimes we won’t even have sex and all I’ll 
do is maybe suck his dick or let him grope me.  Afterwards, like now with 
Randy, I like to stay tied together and feel him inside of me as he 
throbs and jerks uncontrollable at times.  Like I said, it’s just 
comfortable, perfect for those times when I’m horny but don't want to 
have to go through a lot of games to get laid.

Incestual sex is totally different from “strange” and “comfort” sex.  
First, when it comes to my uncles and cousin, it’s more like something 
you do because you’re a family and it’s expected.  The fact that neither 
of my aunts knows that I fuck their husbands makes it more of a turn-on 
yet at the same time, it makes it a pain because we have to keep it a 
secret at family gatherings and such.

I know my dad loves to fuck some of my cousins, Tammy in particular as 
she is the youngest, so it’s important that I let her dad fuck me so my 
dad can fuck his daughter.  With my dad it is totally different but I 
discuss that relationship enough in other stories and articles so I won’t 
get into how I feel about being intimate with him other than it is unique 
and unlike sex I have with any other man.  

With Randy, sex had become VERY comfortable.  Frankly, it was about the 
only reason we even HAD a relationship as we didn't share much else in 
common other than we’d dated a bit back in high school and I was his 
“first”.  Sure we went out to movies and dinners and such, but that was 
more to provide something different than anything.  Usually I never saw 
much of the movie or ate the whole dinner anyway before we both got too 
horny to care.  I guess there’s something to say about being able to just 
call a guy up and be honest about what you need instead of having to play 
coy and talk all around the subject you BOTH want to discuss.

Randy’s cock was barely in me now, giving me a moment to reflect on how I 
was going to put the plan in motion that Kristi and I had concocted.  It 
was really pretty basic but then aren’t all the best plans simple?

“So... do you still want to fuck my Aunt Linda?” I’d just asked him.

“Well, yeah,” Randy replied, “I didn't think you were too crazy about the 
idea though the last time I mentioned it.”

Wiggling my butt just a little to make his dick move in me, I felt him 
shudder as his hypersensitive dick automatically reacted to even the 
slight movement of my warm pussy around it.

“It seems you have a way of convincing me,” I teased him.

“You know, if you got busy I could convince you again,” he teased back, 
thrusting his crotch into me harder as if I hadn't already gotten the 
hint.

True, I was pretty sure as horny as he was tonight that with just a 
little work I could suck him back into an erection in no time.  Still, 
before I did that I wanted to talk about him and my Aunt Linda little 
more.

“So tell me again, why do you want to fuck her?  I’d of thought you’d 
rather have Kristi.”

Randy laughed a little at that one.  “Well, who wouldn’t want to fuck 
Kristi... and who hasn’t for that matter?”

As much as I tried not to, I giggled a little myself at that one.  He was 
right in that I didn’t know of too many guys who had NOT fucked Kristi.  
IF it was hard for me to figure out how many guys had done me and how 
many times, I could just imagine trying to keep score for Kristi – and 
that doesn't even count when she was whoring herself out.

Back in our high school days I guess you could say that I had a bit of a 
reputation in that if you were going on a date with me, odds are you went 
home with a BJ at the very least.  So far as I was concerned, anything 
more than that wasn't anywhere near as certain but not so when it came to 
my cousin Kristi.  In fact, it would have been big news had she NOT been 
fucked by a guy she went out with.  That was her way though, and while it 
wasn't how I handled myself, it was her decision and I respected her 
decisions.

“Well my aunt’s not exactly a virgin either you know,” I pointed out the 
obvious.

“Yeah but I’ve never fucked an older woman.”

“Oh?  What about your sister?  She’s older than you.”

Randy huffed at that one.  “Gimme a break, that's not the same and you 
know it Kelly.  Your aunt’s like what, 45?”

I pointed out to him that she wouldn't even be 42 for another week as her 
birthday was April 2nd.

“Oh well, 45, 42... close enough,” Randy sighed, “I just can’t help but 
imagine that fucking someone that old would be really hot, not to mention 
she’s Kristi’s mom too.”

The implied reference to a mother-daughter tryst got my attention.  “Oh?  
Is that it... you want to do a mother-daughter thing?”

“Shit Kelly, you know better than to even ASK that,” he said firmly, 
“Like what heterosexual male would NOT?”

“Well, up until now you’ve just asked about my Aunt, nothing about her 
and Kristi together.  Besides, you’ve already fucked Kristi a few times 
so what’s the big deal?”

Indeed he had, but that was back when we were first getting reacquainted 
with me.  Since we’d been going out more Kristi had left him pretty much 
alone, in no small part because I’d threatened her dearly if she didn't 
keep her distance.  It wasn't that I was jealous of her, just greedy.  
From bitter past experience I knew that if Kristi get involved with Randy 
that she would want to be involved ALL the time.  I wanted Randy for 
“comfort” sex, not 3-somes with Kristi.  

“So tell me what turns you on about my aunt,” I pushed him.

“She’s just so fucking hot I guess.  Most women her age start gaining 
weight and their boobs and arms get all saggy.  Your aunt still look like 
she’s barely thirty.”

There were a few good reasons for that but I didn't mention to him that 
her youthful looks were in part thanks to an excellent plastic surgeon 
but he didn't need to know those details.  Besides, because of some 
medical issues she hadn't gotten implants, just a lift so her boobs 
looked almost as perky as her daughter’s and still felt natural.  As for 
her arms, the sorry truth was they WERE starting to sag a little but she 
watched her weight and exercised which seemed to be staving off the 
inevitable flabby arms all older women eventually have to face sooner or 
later.

Looking at Randy I got the feeling that he was thinking about my aunt in 
ways a whole lot naughtier than he was talking about her.  When I say 
“feeling”, I mean that literally.  His dick was starting to respond to 
all this talk about my aunt and cousin and I could feel him starting to 
swell once again inside of me.  Oh yeah, he WAS a horny boy today, that 
was for sure.  Not that I was complaining...

“So what do I get if I somehow convince my aunt to let you fuck her?” I 
asked as I started to instinctively move my hips slowly, grinding my ass 
into his crotch as his dick continued to grow inside of me.  I hadn't 
even realized I was doing it at first as it was more a reaction than 
something I consciously decided to start doing.

Mmmmmmm, just like I enjoyed feeling his dick stay in me after he had 
cum, this was another sensation I looked forward to – the feel of his 
cock as it grew inside of me.  Usually when I felt his dick growing it 
was in my mouth as he couldn't get it into my pussy when he was soft.  I 
loved that as well as his dick would swell and lengthen inside of my 
mouth like some magical balloon.  The only time I got to feel it grow in 
my pussy was at a time like this, when he got all worked up and horny 
after he’d already fucked me once.  It was a sensation almost impossible 
to describe as it was like a warm balloon being blown up ever so slowly 
inside of me.  Rather than pushing in and forcing me apart as his thick 
shaft violated me, this was more subtle and oh so much more erotic!

“Mmmmmmm, I think someone’s horny for my aunt,” I murmured as I felt him 
beginning to slowly stroke his now almost totally erect dick in and out 
of me.

“God Kelly, you can be such a fucking tease, you know that?” he asked 
rhetorically.

“Why don't you just shut up and fuck me again,” I sighed, closing my eyes 
and focusing on nothing but his wonderful his dick in me.  Reaching down, 
I started to play with myself, feeling his dick sliding in and out of my 
over my fingertips as my fingers pressed against my clit, putting just 
enough pressure on it that the natural movement of me against his 
thrusting dick was enough to drive my clit crazy.  

Well, I asked him to fuck me and thankfully he did just that.  After we 
were done, he quickly gathered his stuff and left, leaving me sweaty and 
cum-filled on my bed.  Again, not that I’m complaining!  After he had 
left, Kristi walked into my room and laid down next to me without asking 
or even saying a word beforehand.

“Hmmm, sounded like he fucked you pretty good today,” she teased me, 
trying to rub my pussy as I brushed her hand away.  

“Not now Kristi,” I sighed.  If I gave an inch I knew she would take a 
mile and as much as I knew I’d probably enjoy it, I had other things on 
my mind that I needed to talk to her about.

“So what else did you hear?” I asked, knowing she must have been 
listening outside my room while Randy had been fucking me.  

“Well... what was this about a 3-some with me and my mom?  Sounds hot!”

I playfully spanked her cute little bottom.  “Don't even THINK about it.”

“Why not?” Kristi whined, trying to act like she was hurt.  “Mom would 
love it... I know she would.  She thinks Randy’s hot!”

“I would’ve thought he was a little old for the two of you,” I teased.  
It really wasn't that much of a tease though in that the two of them DID 
seem to prefer the younger boys – and I mean a lot younger than Randy

“He’s not THAT old!”

“Well, he’s not in middle school either.”

This time it was her turn to try and spank me but I pushed her back and 
we both cracked up.

“Seriously Kristi, he DOES want to fuck your mom so what do you think, 
think she would?”

Kristi just rolled her eyes with a classic “duh” expression.  “Trust 
me... I KNOW she would.  Quit worrying, our plan will work out 
perfectly.”

There was something about the way she emphasized the “know” in her 
response that told me there was more to that than she was sharing but I 
wasn't about to fall into her little trap.

“Tell you what Kelly,” she said, turning over on her side to face me 
while holding up her head on her arm and hand.  “Tomorrow there’s an open 
house my mom and me are doing, why not tell him to stop over... maybe 
when it’s just finishing.  It would be a great time to do what we talked 
about.”

True, the conditions were perfect.  It also brought all sorts of ideas to 
mind, none of which I’m sure the owners of the house would have 
appreciated nearly as much as I did.  

“So do I get to be there too?” I asked.  We hadn't quite worked out every 
detail as it had been more fantasizing than actual planning.  Now that we 
were looking at actually DOING it, a few details needed to be worked out.  
Kristi may not be the sharpest took in the shed, but when it came to 
planning anything sexual she was at the top of the charts.  Years of 
experience as a high-priced whore didn't hurt either.

“OK... we’ll both be there but he won’t know... at least not at first,” 
she replied, winking at me after she said the last part.

I started to ask her about it but she just held up her hand and shook her 
head.  “Just show up early and you’ll see... OK?  Now just get him over 
there and I'll take care of the rest.”

I shrugged my shoulders and smiled.  Why not?  One good thing about this 
so- called plan - it really wasn't much of a plan as it was a general 
outline leaving open all sorts of possibilities.  I started to lay back 
down again but she poked me in the side.

“Soooooo, are you gonna call Randy or not?”

“Don't you have to check with your mom first?” I asked.

Kristi just grinned.  “Noooooo, we already talked about it.  Besides, it 
would take half the fun out of it if she knew everything, don't you 
agree?”

I wasn't quite sure just how much she had told her mother but apparently 
it was more centered around Randy than anything to do with her or me.  I 
just nodded but she wasn't about to let it go at that.

“So call Randy... now!” she insisted, “Besides, I want to listen.”

I reached over to the nightstand where my cell phone was and hit the 
speed dial button for Randy.  Kristi motioned towards the phone with her 
finger.  I got the hint and hit the speakerphone button so she could 
listen in on us.

It only took a few minutes to tell Randy about the open house and how my 
aunt would be “available”.  He never even hesitated and I wondered when I 
hung up if he was already getting hard again thinking about being with my 
aunt.  He’d been so horny earlier it wouldn’t have surprised me.

“This is gonna be SOOOOO cool,” Kristi murmured as she snuggled up 
against me.

Well, sometimes you just have to accept the inevitable so I turned to 
her.  Damn, we were both horny as heck now at the idea of what we had set 
in motion so why not deal with it like two mature women – make that two 
really horny women!

After all, there ARE benefits with living with your cousin...


Chapter 6 - Randy Finally Gets What He Wants
============================================

The open house started at 1:00 Saturday afternoon and was scheduled to 
end at 4:00.  Kristi drove me over with her to meet her mom.  It was 
nothing spectacular but still upper middle class with an asking price of 
over $400,000.  Still, that much money didn't seem to buy as much as you 
would think in these neighborhoods, recession or not.  Her mom was 
already there when we arrived and so Kristi parked her car next to her 
mother’s in a turnoff from the main driveway.

As we walked to the house, I couldn't help but notice that Kristi was 
dressed quite professionally.  Granted, the girl would’ve still looked 
hot had she been wearing a feed bag but that’s beside the point.  She had 
on one of my favorite black dresses of hers that was a little longer on 
one side than the other, creating a cut look across that front that 
showed off more leg then what you would have thought it did at first.  
The top was cut low to reveal plenty of cleavage but not so much as to be 
embarrassing should anyone bring in their kids.  A tasteful silver 
necklace and watch with a couple of small rings provided a nice accent.  
Damn, my cousin looked pretty darn good if I should say so myself!  
Professional but feminine, not like some of those women who think they 
have to dress like a man to work.

As for me, I was just in simple jeans and a pink blouse with some modest 
brown heels.  After all, it wasn't MY open house and if anything, I 
planned to stay out of sight most of the time anyway.

Inside my aunt greeted us and I smiled to myself as I imagine what Randy 
would be thinking later when he first got his eyes on her.  First, it 
would be hard for anyone who didn't know them to accept that she and 
Kristi were mother and daughter, primarily because my aunt looked at 
least ten years younger than the calendar claimed she was.  With her 42nd 
birthday just a week away, I bet some carnival guy would have guessed her 
age as at least five and maybe as much as ten years younger.  The tight 
dress and stiletto heels didn't hurt either – especially since she had a 
figure to match.  Small wonder she sold so many homes – and had the 
reputation to go with it.

With the market where it was, the traffic through the house was light, 
leaving us with plenty of time to chat amongst us and check out the 
house.  Upstairs in the master bedroom, I was impressed by the large 
king-sized bed and huge master bath.  

“So where are the owners today?” I asked my aunt as I bounced on the edge 
of the bed to check it out.

“Oh they’ve already moved,” she explained, “The husband got a new job in 
Houston and so now they have to sell this house.  They aren‘t in any 
hurry as his new company will buy it from them if they don't sell it in 
six months.”

Sounded like a pretty sweet deal for them – and for us as well only my 
aunt didn't know about the second half of the equation, at least not yet.

My aunt left to greet a couple that had just arrived, leaving Kristi and 
me to check out the bedroom a little bit more.  Of special interest to me 
was the huge master closet that opened to the side of the entrance to the 
bathroom.  It has slatted doors and for a moment I was reminded about 
Randy’s parents’ bedroom and how I’d watched him fuck his sister from a 
closet with doors quite similar to these.  Damn, I was becoming quite the 
voyeur lately it seemed.

Had Randy wanted to fuck Kristi, I probably would’ve wanted to join in as 
well but since this involved my aunt it created a different feeling for 
me.  Maybe it was because of her new relationship with my father or 
something else entirely.  Whatever it was, I just didn't have any drive 
within me to want to share Randy with her.  On the other hand, I WAS 
curious as hell to see what my so-called boyfriend wanted so badly to do 
with my aunt and maybe even get a glimpse at that elusive male attraction 
to MILFs.  Who knows, maybe I might even learn something in the process.

As you might be understanding by now, Kristi and I had planned up 
something where Randy would come on over and fuck my aunt in the house 
while she and I watched.  I hadn't told her this but my biggest concern 
wasn't about what was going to be going on in front of us, it was whether 
the two if us would be able to keep quiet while we watched!  Thinking 
back to what we’d done the other day after Randy had fucked me, it was 
going to take a miracle!

The time flew by and before we knew it, it was the end of the open house 
but still no Randy.  I was about to get on my cell phone and call him.  
If I’d thought about it I would have realized that I had no idea how I 
was going to explain that I knew he wasn't here but fortunately I saw his 
car pull up into the driveway before I dialed.

For a moment I panicked as I realized that Kristi’s car was out there too 
and would Randy notice?  Fortunately, my mom’s old age about two heads 
competing for blood seemed to hold true yet again as he never even took a 
second look at the cars parked in the driveway.  Then again, even if he 
had, Randy knew Kristi worked with her mom so I guess it really wasn't a 
big deal after all.

We were all in the living room when Aunt Linda saw him approach the 
house.  She turned to the two of us, seeing the both of us grinning like 
cats who had just eaten a canary.

“Ok girls... now what’s Randy doing here?” she asked the two of us rather 
accusingly.

Of course we both looked as if we had no idea what she could possibly be 
talking about.  Then Kristi evidently decided something was needed to get 
everything off to a good start.

“Now mom, you gotta listen... just trust us,” Kristi started to say 
quickly.

“What are you talking about girl?” her mom cut her off.  Randy was now 
walking up the sidewalk so there was little time for anyone to be cute.

“Aunt Linda, Randy told me that he wanted to fuck you so Kristi and I set 
this up so he could come over and do it here,” I explained lightning 
fast.

“He wants to what?!”

“Mommmmmm!” Kristi whined, “Randy wants to FUCK you, get it?  You told me 
before you thought he was hot.”

Aunt Linda looked at me as the doorbell rang, her eyes practically boring 
through me but at the same time there was a slight lift to the corner of 
her mouth, like she wanted to grin but was fighting to hold it back.

“Don't worry, you won’t even see us!” I assured her as Kristi and I 
turned to run up the stairs to the bedroom before she could answer the 
door.

The last look I had was of my Aunt peering up the stairs, her face a 
mixture of amusement and something else I couldn't quit identify –maybe a 
touch of horniness?  Unlike my clueless cousin, my aunt was really a 
sharp cookie and I was sure she had already put two and two together by 
now.

Kristi and I quickly hurried into the closet and shut the door tightly 
behind us.  The slats were perfect in that I could see through them over 
to the bed almost like they weren’t even there.  The two of us were on 
our knees next to each other, trying to keep from giggling or even 
talking between us.  Leaning as far forward as I could, I struggled to 
hear what was happening downstairs but other than some muffled sounds, I 
couldn't make anything out.

“Did he ask her?” Kristi whispered.

“Shhhhhh... with all your yakking how the heck do I know?” I hissed back.

“What if they don't come up here?”

“Your mom figured it out when she saw us come up here, she knows what to 
do,” I assured her, trying to sound more positive than I felt.

There were a lot of gaping holes in our plan but none bigger than the 
basic premise that they would come up to the master bedroom to have sex.  
What if they just went at it in the living room or the dining room, or 
who knows, even the kitchen?  I knew what Randy was going to ask her and 
if I knew my aunt, she wasn't going to turn him down to the sex was a 
given.  It was WHERE they would fuck that had me worried.

Like I said, my Aunt Linda is pretty sharp – make that REALLY sharp.  
Considering what was dumped on her at the last second, I could see it in 
her eyes that she knew exactly what Kristi and I were up to.  Now it was 
up to her – to teach us a lesson for setting her up this way behind her 
back, or to show her gratitude for providing her with such a hunk to have 
sex with.  Time would tell I guess.

The sounds of footsteps coming up the stairwell made me sigh with relief.  
I felt a little chagrined as I realized that I should’ve trusted my aunt 
more.  Why did I even doubt her in the first place?  Sure enough, in she 
came, followed close behind by my grinning boyfriend.

“So Randy, you’re SURE that Kelly is OK with this?” she asked, turning 
around to face him.  I could only imagine that by her saying ”this” that 
Randy had already posed the big question to her – and she had at least 
tentatively accepted.

“Hell yeah, in fact it was her idea for me to come to this open house 
today,” he responded eagerly.

“You know it was pretty bold of you to just walk in and ask a woman to 
have sex,” she said demurely, licking her lips just the right amount to 
show her interest.

“Well, Kelly said that this is what I should do,” he replied, shrugging 
his shoulder slightly.

My aunt glanced over at the closet and for a moment I could have sworn 
she saw the two of us watching but she turned away before Randy got any 
ideas.

“Well that’s awful sweet of her to let you do this, don't you think?”

“Oh we’re not exclusive..  I can have sex with anyone I want,” Randy 
said.  Then his face dropped and I think for a moment he was afraid he’d 
said something wrong.  “She can do other guys too you know,” he said 
lamely, trying to patch up his gaff.  

“So how old are you Randy?”

“Twenty three,” he said softly, so low I could barely hear them.

Was he embarrassed at his age compared to hers or was he worried he would 
be too old for her?

“Do you know how old I am?”

Randy bit his lower lip before responding, saying, “Kelly said your 
birthday is this weekend coming up.  She said you would be 42 then.”

“That's right Randy... old enough that I could almost be your mother,” 
Aunt Linda said, “Would you like to fuck your mother Randy?”

She was teasing him mercilessly.  I almost burst out laughing when she 
said that as I knew the answer ever before he grimaced.  Randy’s mother 
was about as sexy as a cold wet blanket.  I think about the LAST person 
Randy would ever want to fuck would be his own mother.  Then again, maybe 
because his own mother WAS so undesirable was part of why he was 
attracted to other women close to her age.

“God no,” Randy burst out before he even thought about how he should 
react.  My aunt smiled at his sudden outburst.

“That’s OK... so do you want me to be your mom today or what?”

It was an interesting question with the potential to put an even more 
interesting twist to the plans Kristi and I had now set into motion.  I 
hadn’t even considered a scenario where she would role-play as his 
mother.  Pretty kinky.

“Na, I think just being Kelly’s aunt is hot enough,” he said in a 
surprisingly firm voice.  Wow, I hadn't expected anything from him like 
that.  Maybe Randy wasn't as immature as he liked to let on that he was.

“Have you ever had your dick sucked by an older woman Randy?” my aunt 
purred as she stepped forward and started to undo his belt and jeans.

“Nnnnnn...no,” he stammered as she dropped his jeans and boxers to his 
ankles.  

Mmmmmmm, there it was, my favorite dick, at least mine for the moment.  
My guy was making me proud as his cock stuck out from his shirt tails, 
fully erect and ready for action.  It was enough to make me almost jump 
out and want to suck it myself!  Yesssssss, the things he’d done to me 
with that dick...

Kristi poked me in the side and I saw her grinning at me in the dim 
light.  I don't know which of us was more turned on as her mother kneeled 
and started to suck my boyfriend’s dick right in front of us not more 
than maybe six feet away.  Randy put his hands on her head and pushed it 
into his crotch, his knees buckling slightly as my aunt took his dick 
deep into her mouth and throat like a pro.  

“Oh my god that feel so fucking good!” he exclaimed and for a brief 
moment I was sure he was about to lose his first load right then and 
there.

Fortunately he managed to get himself under control as Aunt Linda held 
onto his firm ass with both hands, bobbing on Randy’s dick like she was 
going for apples in a bucket of water.

She was still fully dressed as Rand took off his shirt and tossed it on 
the floor over by the door.  Aunt Linda pulled his jeans down as he used 
his feet to drag off his shoes and then step out of his jeans and socks.  
My pussy was really starting to tingle now as he stood there naked while 
she worked on his dick.  Randy LOVED to have his dick sucked but then, 
what guy didn’t?

As she crouched down in front of him, my aunt’s dress pulled up and she 
grabbed it in back and lifted it up off her ass.  Damn, she wasn't 
wearing any panties!  Now when had she lost those?  For that matter, had 
she done the entire open house without them?  It wasn't like her dress 
was all that short but still, it was pretty erotic so far as I was 
concerned.  Had she slipped them off between when Kristi and I had come 
upstairs and Randy ringing the doorbell?  If so, where had she stashed 
them?  I was going with the “she left them at home” option myself.

“Damn...” Kristi murmured under her breath as she watched her mom take 
Randy’s dick all the in until her tongue was licking his balls.

Sucking dick was obviously in the family DNA!  I nudged her to keep quiet 
but I had to admit to myself that her mom was doing quite a number on my 
boyfriend’s cock.

Neither of them seemed to be in any hurry.  I don't know if it was my 
aunt’s skills or Randy’s determination that kept him from shooting off in 
her mouth but somehow he didn't as she sucked and licked his wondrous 
cock.  Actually, it was the first time I’d seen his dick sucked by 
another woman except for that one time I watched his and his sister doing 
it.  Personally, he seemed to be enjoying it just a little TOO much for 
my tastes!

Aunt Linda was completely in control, that much was obvious.  Whenever 
Randy would try to move or position her differently than she wanted to 
be, he either pushed him back or took her mouth off his dick just long 
enough to tell him to be still.  Finally she seemed to have enough of his 
dick, at least for the moment, and must have decided it was her turn as 
she stood up and lifted her dress up and over her head, laying to over 
the back of a chair.

I think Randy must have thought he’d died and gone to heaven as he stared 
at her naked form, standing there in front of him with nothing but a pair 
of heels on which she then kicked to the side.  Like he had said, she had 
the figure of a woman ten years younger.  With her boob job she didn't 
need to wear a bra and it was never more obvious than now as her boobs 
stood up proudly on their own without any support, her nipples pointing 
out nice and hard.  OK, so her thighs weren’t as taunt as a teenager and 
maybe she had a little bulge her and there but a first glance she looked 
incredible.

“So what do you think Randy?” she teased him, putting her hands on her 
hips and her weight on one leg to push her hip out to one side.  Then she 
put her arms out and twirled around like a ballerina, showing off an ass 
a women half her age would be proud of.

“Wow, you’re beautiful,” he managed to blurt out like some star-struck 
schoolboy.

His eyes looked like they were about to pop out of his head and his hand 
went to his dick automatically, tugging at it as he continued to stand 
there and stare at my aunt who was obviously relishing every moment.

Sitting on the chair, she leaned back with her ass barely on the edge, 
spreading her legs apart to reveal her hairy pussy.  It was trimmed a bit 
so it wasn't totally wild but what was left was pretty long, certainly a 
lot more pubic hair than he was accustomed to.

“Just don't stand there and stare at me, get over here and show me how 
good you lick pussy,” she commanded him, motioning him to come over with 
her hands.

Randy kneeled between her knees and put his hands on each thigh as he 
tentatively leaned forward.  Aunt Linda helped him a bit by using her 
fingers of each hand to spread the hair away from her pussy, parting her 
pussy lips enough to show off her wet pussy and clit.  It wasn't like 
Randy had never licked a woman’s pussy before – I knew THAT for a 
certainty, but still he hesitated like it was his first time all over 
again.

“What’s the matter boy, never pushed your face into a bushy cunt before?” 
she taunted him mercilessly.  “This is a WOMAN’S cunt, with hair like 
it’s meant to have.”

Randy leaned forward and went to work.  As I saw her pubic hair brush 
against his cheeks I couldn’t help but think of when my own face had been 
in exactly that same place and how it tickled me to feel it caress me 
like a stiff hair brush.  My mother has trimmed her pussy almost exactly 
the same way and I had to say, I sort of enjoyed the feeling of it 
against me.  It wasn't so great when it got into your teeth but otherwise 
I sort of liked it myself.  Still, most guys today seem to go for the 
shaved look and with the outfits I liked to wear, pubic hair was just a 
pain to deal with which is why I keep my pussy shaved.

As I said, Randy knew his way around a pussy and I saw my aunt was 
quickly realizing it herself as she gasped and moaned while he worked on 
her.  Her hands were both on his head, pushing him into her crotch firmly 
as she gasped and talked to him, imploring him to lick her faster and 
faster.  When he pushed his fingers into her it was all she needed and 
she cried out as her orgasm struck her.  Kristi jabbed me with her elbow 
and in the dim light I could see her grinning as we watched her mom in 
the throes of what seemed to be a string of orgasms as Randy continued 
on, relentlessly licking her as he fingered her pussy.

You can’t watch another woman having an orgasm and not want to feel it 
for yourself, be it for real, in a movie, or whatever.  Both Kristi and I 
were working our own pussies as we watched her mom enjoying Randy’s 
ministrations.  His tongue had to be getting tired but he was a trooper 
and never even appeared to try and slow down or relax until finally Aunt 
Linda pushed his head back and leaned forward, gasping for air.

“Fuck!  Now I know why my niece hangs on to you!” she said, uttering each 
word between a pant.  “Where the hell did you learn to lick pussy like 
that?”

Randy just grinned, wiping his face with the back of his hand.  Mmmmmmm, 
I would have loved to be able to kiss him now and taste my aunt’s pussy 
on his lips and tongue.

“Well, let’s see if you’re as good with your dick as you are with your 
tongue,” Aunt Linda said as she stood up and directed him towards the 
bed. 

My aunt pushed him onto his back and he scooted back until his head was 
on the pillows as he laid down the center of the bed.  Aunt Linda took a 
quick suck on his dick and mounted him without saying another word, 
practically jumping on his cock as she faced him and planted herself 
firmly on his cock.

“Oh yeah, now THAT’S where your cock belongs,” she moaned as she ground 
her hips into his crotch, rubbing her thick thatch of pubic hairs against 
his.

At the angle we were watching, when she would lean forward I could see my 
boyfriend’s dick moving in and out of her pussy from behind, disappearing 
from sight when her ass pushed down on his crotch.  It was pretty obvious 
that my aunt was enjoying this – a LOT.


Chapter 7 – Randy Gets More Than He Asked For
=============================================

“Fuck it, I can’t take this anymore,” Kristi murmured to me in a soft 
voice.

Of course I knew what she was referring to when she said that.  Actually, 
I was a bit surprised that she’d held out for as long as she had.  
Backing up so I wouldn't be seen, Kristi opened the doors just enough to 
let herself out, closing them back behind her again to leave me alone 
inside the closet.

“Mind if I join in?” she called out to the surprised couple.

Well, at least one of them was genuinely surprised while the other did a 
pretty good job of faking it.  Of course her mom knew she’d been watching 
so while she had an expression of disbelief, she didn't even flinch.  
Randy, on the other hand, looked like he’d seen a ghost or something.  I 
couldn’t really blame the poor guy.  Regardless of their fantasies, how 
many guys his age would NOT react in this way if they were fucking a 
forty-something woman and her twenty-two year-old daughter walked into 
the room, especially when the first thing she says is to offer to join 
in?  When you come right down to it, how many guys at ANY age wouldn't be 
stunned?

“Hey, I didn't say for you to stop fucking my mom,” Kristi teased poor 
Randy.

Kristi quickly stripped while her mom resumed rocking on Randy’s dick, 
showing no signs of willingness to share it with her daughter.  Can’t say 
I blamed her.  In fact, I was wishing dearly that I was next to Kristi 
now, undressing myself and getting ready for him to fuck me too.  I’m 
sure randy wouldn’t have minded if I had, at least he better not mind, 
but a three-some wasn’t on the menu today so far as I was concerned.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Kristi said softly to Randy as she got up 
on the bed and laid on her back next to him with her knees up and her 
feet flat on the bed.  She started to rub herself as Randy looked like he 
was watching a tennis match, switching his eyes back and forth between 
looking at his crotch where he was fucking Aunt Linda, and then over to 
Kristi as she masturbated for them both to watch.

“I take it that means you’ve been fucking my daughter behind my back, eh 
Randy?”

Randy looked up at my aunt but then he saw her grinning and it took the 
edge off her apparent accusation.  He just grinned like a fool, probably 
thinking he was having a dream and any minute now he would be waking up 
with his dick in his hand, covered with cum as a result of the ultimate 
wet dream.

“Kelly said you wanted to fuck me and my mom together Randy... is that 
true?” Kristi asked, turning on her side now to face them but keeping her 
hand firmly planted between her legs.

“Ummmmm...” was all Randy managed to get out so my aunt pushed him a 
little more saying, “Why Randy, you naughty little boy!”

From the look on her face and the way she was rocking now on his dick, it 
was evident she liked it that Randy was naughty!  Then again, it wasn't 
like she and Kristi didn’t have quite a history as it was.  Kristi had 
been sharing a bed with her mom since she was just a baby after he father 
left and from what I’d been told, they’d been a lot closer than most 
mothers and daughters as she grew up.  Somehow I never caught on until 
after I started with my own mother but I was already sixteen by then and 
Kristi was fourteen.  They were still sleeping together up until my aunt 
decided to move in with my dad after my parents divorced and I knew now 
and then they enjoyed a little “mother-daughter” quality time together.

Aunt Linda reached over and pushed Kristi’s hand away so she could feel 
her daughter’s pussy.  After rubbing her a little she pushed her 
forefinger up inside of her and then looked at Randy with a sly smile on 
her face.

“Mmmmmmm, she’s really wet.  I think somebody’s ready to get laid Randy.  
So are you ready to fuck my innocent young daughter?”

Somehow I managed not to cry out as I bit my tongue hard to keep from 
laughing out loud.  If there was one thing Kristi was NOT, it was 
innocent.  Any shred of innocence she had was given up years ago.  Still, 
looking at her on the street you would never think so.  Perhaps that why 
she is so popular with guys and why her career as a prostitute was so 
rewarding – she LOOKED so sweet and innocent it was almost impossible to 
belief the sexual predator that lurked under that seemingly naive veneer.  
Oh yeah, innocent indeed!

Kristi wasn't waiting for a response as she got up on her knees and 
impatiently waited for her mom to rather reluctantly dismount from Randy.  
I could see the torn emotions on her face as she gave up his dick in 
return for getting to watch him fuck her daughter.  It wasn't like it was 
something she hadn't seen before, but I still got the impression that it 
excited her to watch Kristi getting it from a guy, even after all the 
times before.  I suppose it was something like my mom watching my dad 
fuck me, something she always seemed to enjoy even if she wasn't into 
participating the way Aunt Linda was when it came to her daughter.

“Oh yeah!” Kristi moaned as his dick slipped into her soaking wet pussy.  
She glanced my way with a look of triumph, knowing I was watching and 
wanted to be in her position – literally.

This time it was Aunt Linda’s turn to masturbate as she laid off to the 
side and watched as her daughter rode my boyfriend’s dick.  Whether it 
was the buildup from having been fucked by Randy, watching Kristi as she 
took his cock now, or a combination of everything, but whatever it was 
she didn't take long to make herself cum, her orgasm making her stiffen 
beside them as she closed her eyes and moaned loudly.  I couldn't really 
see her all that well as she was on the opposite side from me and so 
Kristi was blocking the view but from the sounds of it, she must have 
been cumming pretty hard.

Unbeknown to Randy, Aunt Linda wasn't the only girl in the room 
masturbating and soon she wasn't the only one in the room cumming as I 
was rubbing my own clit madly until that familiar feeling started to 
build inside of me.  God I wanted to be fucked SOOOOOO badly right now.  
I imagined Randy’s dick was in me now as I started to cum, struggling to 
keep from crying out with the pleasure that was exploding inside of me.  
I wanted to close my eyes to concentrate more on my pussy but I couldn't 
take them off the view in front of me as I watched my boyfriend realizing 
one of his biggest fantasies – to fuck a mother and a daughter at the 
same time.

What is it with men anyway about mother-daughter pairing?  I get the fact 
that men love to watch two girls doing it and I guess I can’t blame them 
for wanting more than one girl for themselves at the same time, but there 
is something about the girls being related that really seems to set guys 
off.  Sisters seems to be another fantasy I hear about a lot with twins 
being the “ultimate” fantasy in that category.  Even so, from what I’ve 
gathered I think most men would take a mother-daughter fuck over just 
about anything else.

What gets them off the most – fucking the daughter while the mom watches 
or the mom while the daughter watches?  I can’t tell you how many guys 
on-line have asked me if I would fuck them with my mom joining in.  I 
have to say that while the idea of fucking my mom seemed to turn them on, 
I usually get the impression that they want to fuck me in front of my mom 
even more.  Actually the same concept even applies to my dad – not that 
they want to fuck me dad (although I have had a couple of guys with that 
fantasy!), but they want my dad to watch as they fuck me in front of him.  
I guess it’s something in the male psych that gets them off to have sex 
with the daughter of a parent while the parent watches – be it the mom or 
the father, or both.

Randy obviously was one of the typical guys in that he seemed to be 
loving fucking Kristi while her mom watched.  Soon they had switched to 
where he was spooning her from behind while her mom laid in front of them 
watching.  It wasn't the greatest so far as I was concerned as most of 
what I saw what Randy’s butt as he pumped Kristi, but I could see 
Kristi’s mom caressing her daughter and even kissing her and sucking on 
her boobs while she was being fucked.

As I watched I found myself wondering how it was going to end.  Who would 
he fuck and in what position?  Where would he cum?  Would he cum in one 
of their pussies – and if so, whose?  In the mouth?  Again, if so, whose 
or would he maybe do them both at the same time?  So many possibilities 
yet it would eventually have to be one or the other as there was only one 
dick involved.

My own orgasm had faded mostly by now but my pussy was still craving his 
dick something fierce.  Hmmm, maybe there was another alternative where 
he could fuck me last and cum in me?  After all, he was MY boyfriend so 
shouldn't I be entitled to his cum?

The temptation was almost more than I could bear as I watched Randy pull 
out from Kristi and start fucking her mom missionary style this time.  
From the way he was pumping away at her I knew he was getting close to 
the point of no return.  Was he going to cum in her?  I guess it would be 
appropriate in this case given she was the one he wanted to fuck to start 
with.  Kristi was an added bonus but the reason he was here right now 
wasn't her, it was her mom.  Maybe he was also thinking he’d never cum in 
a woman her age – or a mother for that matter.  Was that something he was 
hoping to add to his “resume”?  When would he ever get the chance to do 
something like this again, at least at his age now?

Sure enough, that’s what happened.  Randy groaned and he pressed his 
crotch hard into my aunt as I saw his butt clench as he dumped his hot 
load of cum inside of her.  She was saying something to him but it was 
too soft to be heard over his groans and Kristi’s squeals of delight as 
she urged him to cum in her mother’s pussy.

Randy appeared to be exhausted as he flopped over onto his back after 
he’d given up his load.  Kristi quickly jumped over to suck his cock, 
licking off whatever remained of his cum and her mother’s pussy juices.  
He jerked as her tongue ran over his hyper-sensitive cock and then pushed 
her away, telling her he couldn't take any more.  Kristi didn't hesitate 
as she moved from Randy to her mom, burying her face in my aunt’s pussy 
as she licked her and gulped down the cum that leaked from her freshly-
fucked pussy.

Randy was finished, at least for the moment, but Kristi and her mom were 
just getting started.  After she had cleaned off her mom, it was my 
aunt’s turn to get her daughter off, reversing positions and hungrily 
licking Kristi as Randy seemed to be too dazed to even pay much 
attention.

It was a little bittersweet for me to watch as Kristi enjoyed her 
mother’s attention as I was reminded of how much I missed my mother doing 
that very same thing to me.  I’ve been licked by quite a few people but 
nobody can make me feel the way my mom does when she is licking me.  I 
suppose it’s similar to how my dad makes me feel when he fucks me as 
compared to anybody else.

It’s not that it’s so much better from a purely physical perspective 
(although my mom was incredibly talented in that area), it was the 
emotions that it creates in me that make the difference.  There’s just 
something special about having sex with your own mother or father that 
can’t be duplicated with anyone else.  Maybe someday I'll experience 
something similar to that when I am married and my husband makes love to 
me, but even that will be unique and not to be compared to incest with my 
parents.

Randy have been missing it but I got to watch it all as Kristi and her 
mom celebrated their time together.  I suppose having both just been 
fucked by the same guy lent an extra element of eroticism to the moment 
as well.  It was too bad that Kristi didn't have Randy’s cum in her as 
well so they could both lick it out of the other but they seemed to be 
happy with things the way they were.

After they’d finally had enough, at least for now, Aunt Linda poked Randy 
and told him he needed to leave.  A shower would have probably felt great 
for all of them but it was going to have to wait until they got home 
instead of messing up the one in this house.  I wondered how the bed 
covers looked as it was!

Once Randy was dressed, he started to say something about whether he 
could do them again like this but my aunt shushed him and told him to be 
happy with what he had and not be so greedy.  She reminded him that he 
had a girlfriend and that he should go now and call her and fuck her 
good.  Well, hopefully he wouldn't call me now as I couldn't remember if 
I’d put my phone on vibrate.  It would have been a bit funny I guess if 
he called me and my phone started to ruing in the closet!  It was a sweet 
gesture on the part of my aunt but then Randy ruined it all.

“Seriously, I’d rather fuck you two any day.”

With that my aunt shooed him off, leaving me fuming in the closet.  So 
that was what he thought of me?  Second place to my aunt and cousin – or 
did that make it third place?  Well, he had better hope he can convince 
them to do it again because it was going to be a long time before he got 
to fuck me again, that was for sure – if ever.  Stupid asshole.

Reluctantly he left but with a little extra spring in his step.  Well 
just wait until he tries calling me and we’ll see how much of that spring 
is left.  Once I heard the door shut downstairs, I came out of the 
closet, looking a bit frustrated undoubtedly.

“Don't be upset Kelly, what would you expect him to say to us after all 
that?” my aunt tried to console me, “He didn’t know you were listening.”

That was precisely the point – he didn't know.  What that told me was he 
was probably being a lot more truthful than if he had known I was 
listening in on his every word.

“You know, we don't have to hurry off or anything,” my aunt said in a 
sultry voice.  Whether she was just trying to make me feel better or just 
still horny I wasn't sure, but then did it really matter?

I took the hint and quickly was laying between them, the three of us 
naked and horny.  It had been a long time since I’d been with them both 
together like this.  Since I was the only one that hadn't been fucked in 
the last hour, they were kind enough to make me the center of attention 
for the next couple of hours.  At least I wasn't thinking about Randy 
anymore!

THE END