The Love Shared (Part 11)
Introduction:
Docs journey into the taboo continues
I had been hit by a wave of thoughts, all of them seemed more worse than the last. What if I was really never going to see Mom again? And what kind of hell was Faye going through right now without me watching her back?
I had wanted to say something but I couldn’t, I didn’t have the courage to try and excuse myself for the toilet much less to check on my girlfriend.
Mom had come back earlier than planned for obvious reasons, they had called her to find out where she was before then sending a car to pick her up. They told me that my Aunt Layla would be coming back with her. I then started thinking it was because I wouldn’t be seeing Mom again for a very long time.
It was Layla that walked into the house first, I got to my feet anticipating Mom but was surprised to see her sister standing before me.
She had changed a lot since I had last seen her, mostly for the better too. Her hair had been cut pretty short and had been dyed with red streaks. She had lost a fair few pounds too, I guessed whatever fat they sucked out of her they had put into her breasts.
I remembered Mom telling me that she was prudish, but that didn’t seem to be the case looking at her. She wore a sleeveless hoodie and a pair of sweat pants, it wasn’t so much her attire that I was noticing at first, it was her arms. They were covered in tattoo’s.
She gave me a slight wink as she embraced me, over her shoulder I saw Mom walk in through the door. It was clear that she had been crying, but If they were going to be arresting her why have her come back here first? I slid passed Layla and ran into her arms, her sweet smell swept over me and I somehow knew that everything was going to be okay.
Before I could even bring myself to talk, the cops were leaving, ”What’s going on?” I finally asked. Mom then turned to me and told me the news. Dad had died.
I didn’t know what to say or feel, I was stunned for a few seconds as her words echoed through my ears. She told me that he had been driving home with Ken, Faye’s Dad, and they drove off the road and collided with a tree. Dad wasn’t wearing a seat belt and went through the wind-shield, while Ken’s air-bag had failed causing the collision to kill him too.
”Both of them,” Mom told me softly, ”Gone.”
I turned and tried to leave, I wanted to go over and see if Faye was okay but Mom stopped me.
”There’s a doctor with them now, Pamela isn’t taking it so well and Faye is said to be almost catatonic with shock.” she told me.
I didn’t want to ask her how she knew this, ”And how are you doing?” I asked her, her eyes dropped to the floor and then she met my gaze, ”I don’t know.” she answered.
It didn’t take Aunt Layla long to find where Mom kept the wine, and after a few glasses she began telling Mom how it was, ”He was a cunt anyway Lizzie,” she complained, ”I don’t like the word, but when it comes to him it’s the only word I can think of. Simply a cunt.” she said.
We were in the lounge now, Mom and Layla were sitting with their feet up at opposite ends of the couch and I was laid out on the floor. Every time my Aunt played with her hair she stuck out her elbow, giving me a peek at some of her side boob.
It would seem that even without a bra her breasts remained firm and perky, and from my various studies into such things, I could all but confirm that she has had them surgically enlarged.
Tattoo’s and fake boobs, I wanted to text Zak and let him know that we shared Aunt’s.
”Yes, he was difficult, but the man I fell in love with–” Mom tried talking, but her sister didn’t seem as though she would allow anyone else to get a word in, ”—The man you fell in love with died fucking years ago, the only difference now is that you can actually have a funeral.” Layla told her.
”I guess you’re right,” Mom agreed glancing briefly at me.
”Besides,” her sister began, ”It’ll free you up to have some more fun with this mystery man you’ve been talking about.” Layla said as she took another mouthful of wine. My Mom’s facial reaction was enough to stop bullets. Layla suddenly stopped, it was as though she had revealed a secret and not realised it. She looked over at me and swallowed the mouthful.
”Sorry Doc, I didn’t mean for it to come out like that.” she told me as Mom shook her head in disbelief.
I decided that I had better play along, ”What, you’re seeing someone Mom?” I asked. Her panicked eyes shot to me, she didn’t want to have a conversation like this with me around, that was how secrets slipped.
”Are you kidding me kid?” Aunt Layla asked me, ”This guy has been making your Mom smile! Making her feel good about herself. Given her some life again! Don’t worry about her cheating on your Dad because your Dad fucked almost everything that ever moved behind your Mom’s back, whoever your Mom’s stud is though deserves a fucking medal! I haven’t seen her this happy in years.” she exclaimed.
I wanted to smile but I couldn’t, it would give the game away. I knew my Mom was blushing but it was hard to look at her for too long without my Aunt catching on.
Luckily we were saved from further awkwardness by the sound of the front door opening.
”Did somebody escape from the nut-house again? There’s blue flashing lights and traffic jams everywhere!” we heard Bobbie call.
I knew that she was old enough to take bad news in a mature way, but her reply will go to my grave with me. After Mom had told her the news, she looked at Mom and then at me with a solemn expression on her face. Aunt Layla had gotten up and passed her on the way to the toilet. Once the door had clicked shut, Bobbie jumped into my arms and simply said ”Perfect.”
We were all in the lounge together, Bobbie was putting on quite the performance with being upset. I was certain that at some point the very real realisation was going to hit her and she would have to deal with the loss, but it wasn’t going to be tonight.
”Mommy can I sleep in with you tonight?” she asked, ”I don’t want to be alone.” she added with a sneaky smile aimed in my direction. As Aunt Layla finished the bottle of wine and put the empty down on the floor she almost slipped off the couch. ”Sure honey.” Mom replied.
”I guess Doc can have the couch then,” our Aunt told us both, ”Because Doc has the only other available double bed.”
”I’m sure Doc would be fine with that,” Mom said, ”Or he can have Bobbie’s bed.” she suggested.
It was a conversation that failed to hold my interest, I wasn’t going to be in my real bed tonight and because of that I didn’t care where I slept. My real bed being Mom’s of course. I picked up the empty wine bottle and took it out to the kitchen, once there I whipped out my phone and sent a text to Faye.
”Hey, hope you’re doing okay. If you need anything I’ll be right over.” I hit the send button and opened the refrigerator. I gazed into it with no hunger or thirst. I didn’t understand why I even opened it to begin with.
My phone buzzed in my hand and I read Faye’s reply, ”I’m fine, hope you are too! Come over tomorrow, Mom needs me right now. X”
Well that was something, I thought to myself. Her father drives into a tree and dies, and she’s just fine. I started to think about what would have happened if our Fathers had made the journey safely, they would have pulled up at Fayes and continued their plan.
Something somewhere in the back of my mind thought that it was lucky break for Faye, and of course when they were done with her they were going to be doing the same to Bobbie. Karma isn’t a thing I’ve ever believed in, but tonight it seemed to strike first.
”Bobbie and I are going up,” I heard the hushed voice of my Mother behind me. I turned around to see her leaning against the door frame, ”Needless to say there won’t be any school tomorrow.” she said with a faint smile.
Her cleavage called to me from the low cut top, I moved towards her and slipped my forefinger down the front of her jeans and pulled her closer to me. Our lips met for a moment as our hips collided. We tried to cancel out any noise that would alert Layla, it was hard to kiss the woman you love without the sound of lips smacking together.
”I want you to cuddle up with tonight.” she whispered. I smiled and lightly kissed her neck, ”Bobbie will keep you company.” I whispered back to her. I continued to lightly pepper her neck with kisses as she brought her hand up to the back of my head.
”She text me today, she got her period halfway though an exam.” she replied. I raised my eyebrows and met her gaze, ”Well that sucks for you.” I replied. We kissed again as she backed away, ”I’ll text you if I get hungry in the night.” she said smiling like a devil.
I saw Bobbie follow her up the stairs as I walked back into the lounge to join my Aunt, she was laid out across the couch so I tapped her on the leg and she raised them both allowing me to sit down. She then dropped her legs across mine and ran her hands through her hair.
”So you really didn’t know about this mystery man that your Mom has been seeing?” she asked.
I smiled out of the side of my mouth, a bold move I thought to myself, but she was a little over the alcohol limit. ”I really had no idea,” I replied, ”Sure I had noticed a change in her mood, but other than that I didn’t really pick up on anything.”
”Some detective you are.” she said smiling. I began feeling a little braver in my words, ”Well,” I began, ”I’m a solid enough detective to know that you’ve had a boob job.” I told her.
Her smile widened into a grin, ”Well that was obvious.” she shot, ”Do you not remember my boobs?” she asked.
”I can’t say that I’ve seen them,” I replied with a sly smile, she had brought her knees up and now rested her bare feet on my thigh. Her painted toe-nails drew my gaze, I then held her right foot in my hand as I admired the silver toe-ring around her small toe.
”I’d always had a B-cup, whereas your mother had been blessed with D-cup. So I decided that my husband was going to make up a life time’s worth of envy. So I got myself a pair of E-cups.” she said while I kept my eyes on her toe ring, ”Didn’t know you were a foot guy Doc.” she added.
”I’m not, not really.” I told her, ”Just trying to find a part of you that isn’t appealing.” I told her.
”Oh you tease!” she laughed, ”Aren’t you the man of the house.” she said. I nodded my head and flicked my eyebrows. I wasn’t sure what had possessed me to flirt with my Aunt, she was after all my Mom’s sister. But she was the slightly younger one, and while my Mom was very much the stay at home type, Layla was the adventurous one. The tattooed bad-ass that listened to rock music.
”I can’t be too sure of that though, I’ve never really been a fan of fake breasts. No offence, of course.” I said as an expression of shock appeared on her face.
”Have you ever seen a pair? Like a real pair?” she asked.
”No, but my friend’s aunt has them too.” I assured her.
”Well I guess she must be at least half as cool as me. It’s an Auntie thing Doc, you probably wouldn’t understand.” she said lifting her top up, she had no problem pulling the sleeveless hoodie up over her head and dropping it to the floor revealing her topless body.
Her tattoo’s stopped at her shoulders which I was happy about, as her perfectly rounded breasts were capped off by both nipples being pierced. It looked even better than the picture Mom had sent me.
”So?” she asked taking me out of my trance. I looked up at her and without saying a word, reached over and cupped one. Her nipple hardened immediately, maybe reacting to my cold hand.
Her skin was soft but it felt as though there was a ball underneath it. As though I was feeling my cheek with my tongue poking into the other side of it. I wasn’t sure if I liked it or I hated it.
”Take your time,” she purred. I then rolled onto my side and brought my other hand up, I cupped both breasts and fondled them. The nipple hardened like the one before it as I ran my fingers across her skin, I circled her ghost-like areola’s with my middle finger while applying a little pressure to her ‘under-boob’ with my thumbs.
”That’ll do,” she said moving to pick her top back up, ”I’ve had enough drink to pounce on you if you keep on.”
”But I’m curious,” I told her, ”I don’t know whether I like them yet.”
”Well I can just imagine the headline for your next blog, or whatever you write nowadays, ‘How I fell in love with my Aunties Fake Breasts!”’ she told me pulling her top back on.
”No, I’m pretty good at keeping secrets.” I told her. ”And I haven’t written a blog in years!” I hadn’t thought much about it but I was starting to get pretty hard during my time spent with her. I wanted to spend some more time with her and her breasts but I got the sense that she wasn’t drunk enough to completely lose her senses.
She tried getting to her feet and the drink seemed to start kicking in as she staggered for a moment. ”I need a cigarette, a cigarette will sort me right out.” she told me.
”I’ll show you where Mom keeps hers.” I told her getting to my feet and leading her out to the kitchen. I stood at the back door and handed her the packet, opening the back door and letting the cold fresh air sweep over her.
If there as anything I knew about alcohol, it was that fresh air always increased the effects. And like a perverted shadow, I stuck to her side.
She wasn’t half way through the cigarette when she threw it out onto the patio floor. She stumbled backwards and grabbed my arm to steady herself, ”I think you better show me to your bed handsome.” she told me smiling. I closed the back door and led her towards the stairs, which she threw herself onto as she began to crawl up them.
We’d made it up onto the landing and passed Mom’s room, I pointed out my room and she stumbled towards it. I took the chance to peek into Mom’s room while I was there, I pushed open the door and a beam of light shot across the room revealing both Mom and Bobbie sound asleep in one another’s arms. I pulled the door shut and walked over to Bobbie’s bedroom door pulling my t-shirt off and dropping it to the floor.
”Doc, I need you.” I heard Aunt whisper. I went to the door way and saw her face down on the bed, she rolled onto her back and flicked her feet. ”I need you to get these off of me.” she mumbled.
I approached the bed and hooked the cuffs of her pants, I pulled them down her legs revealing her Calvin Klein boxers and not to mention a few more tattoo’s, ”You’re going to have to show me all of your tattoo’s you know.” I told her.
”Maybe I will.” she replied as she tried pulling her top up over her head. The influence of the wine was hitting her harder now, I watched as my Aunt wriggled around on the bed trying to free her head from the top. Her bare breasts remaining firm as she tossed and turned.
I joined her on the bed and stopped her from moving, pinning her arms down and keeping her face covered by her top. She was blindfolded as I moved in between her legs, they parted willingly and allowed me access. There was no way of ignoring my own erection as it pushed against her thigh, and even whilst drunk she knew it.
There was a moment when my face hung just above her breasts when I paused. Sure I was having sex with both my Mom and my Sister, but here I was pinning down my drunk Aunt. What the hell was I thinking?
I straightened myself out and grabbed hold of her sleeveless top, pulling it up and freeing her. Her head dropped down to the mattress and her eyes locked to mine.
She reached up and grabbed me by the back of my head, pulling me down into a long and passionate kiss. Her tongue was flapping around inside my mouth like a fish out of a wine barrel. It was pierced with a stud and I began to wonder what other piercings she had.
I pinned her arms back down and lowered my head to her breasts, taking up a nipple and nibbling on the steel bar that ran through it. Her back arched while she thrust it into my mouth, I moved over to her other breast and sucked up as much as I could. It was like taking a small basketball into my mouth.
She had a surge of strength and rolled us both over, she was on top and making her way down to my crotch. In just a few short moments she had pulled down my pants and taken my cock in her hand, ”Oh, very nice.” she murmured before her lips closed around it.
She ran her tongue up and down my shaft, it was a strange feeling having a steel stud glide up and down me, but it was something I found myself enjoying. She took her time sliding her tongue up and down my member, while occasionally flicking my helmet.
I reached down and ran my fingers through her hair, the landing light was on and offered very little light so I couldn’t get a good look at her face. But if she was as drunk as she seemed to be five minutes ago, she could pass out at any point.
She took my cock back in her mouth and brought her head down as far as she could, I couldn’t believe how good it felt and thrust my hips upward, forcing my cock further down her throat.
She gagged but remained firmly fixed to where she was. I pulled her hair and head away while she jerked me off. My cock was covered in saliva, and I was going to use it.
I pulled her head towards me and our mouths met, hers was dripping with spit and soon mine was too. I reached down and began pulling at her boxers, she rolled onto her back laying next to me, we both pulled our underwear off and I grabbed her leg pulling it towards me while lowering my head.
I could smell the sweet smell of her musk as I got closer, my mouth opened and I took in the sight of her clitoris. It was as I thought it would be, pierced with a hoop and completely bald.
My Mom had always preferred to leave some hair still down there, and I never complained, but it was nice to bury my tongue into a leaking clitoris without having a tickle against my nose.
Though I would never have dreamed about swallowing the juices of my Aunt, I had reached a point in my life where I was going to have to start going with whatever life threw at me.
She did her best to stifle the moans as she squirmed around on the bed, I had to admit to worrying about what Mom would make of this if she were to know. But I didn’t waste another moment thinking about it, I could see my Aunt bite down on a mouthful of duvet to keep herself from screaming.
While she climaxed into my open mouth I began to wonder if I would ever find a fabled ‘squirter’. Maybe I was just doing it wrong, as I had read somewhere that every woman has the ability to do it, but only some can actually flush it out of themselves.
Layla grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled me towards her, we kissed while she reached between us both and found my throbbing erection and quickly guided it into herself.
”Oh fuck yes, there it is.” she whispered, ”Now fuck me Doc,” she added. I did as I was told and quickly began thrusting my hips backward and forward, pushing my pelvis into her and forcing my cock as deep into her as I could. She bent her knees and brought them up, allowing me to go deeper. She began fucking me from the bottom and her rhythm was out classing my own. I then just held myself there while she worked herself into a moaning frenzy. At least I now knew how she had managed to lose so much weight.
”You like that?” she asked, ”You like your Aunty fucking you?” she asked me. I groaned in response and it was just the answer she was looking for, because a moment later and she had wrestled her way from underneath me to now being on top of me.
It was a glorious sight to behold, the way her hips circled as she took what she wanted. Her firm breasts sitting on her chest like two perfect melons, her fingers running through the strands of her own hair as her head tilted backward.
It seemed pretty clear by the way she was controlling the pace that she wanted to ride me into orgasm, I ran my hands up her thighs and grabbed her ass to try and change the tempo. I held her in place and brought her forward as I began thrusting my seven inches in and out of her. The sound of her ass slapping against my thighs began bouncing off the walls, not to say anything of the moans coming out of her mouth.
I took one of her nipples in between my teeth and nibbled, she held the back of my head and seemed to try and smother me with her breast. What I was doing she was loving.
It was then that I took a step into new territory. I brought my right hand up and slid my middle finger into her mouth, she took it like it was another penis and began sucking on it.
Then, whilst feeling brave, I pulled it out of her mouth and slipped my hand around to her ass, pushing my middle finger into her anus.
”Oh my fucking god, yes, finger my ass.” she cried. I pushed my finger deeper and forced my hips higher and harder. I fucked her from the bottom with everything I had, if I was going to shoot so was she.
My left hand came up and grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head backwards while I thrust both my finger and cock in and out of her holes. ”You bastard, I’m going to, going to–”
She came just as I couldn’t hold it any longer, she had brought me to orgasm and I couldn’t even give her a warning. My middle finger slipped out of her ass and grabbed her cheek while I brought my body up against hers, firing my seed into her and sending it all the way to her womb. It felt like I was flooding her, I was completely lost in my own actions to even notice her flushed smile.
I dropped back into the mattress and looked at her as she sat up, my cock still twitching inside of her as she looked down at me smiling. We were both breathing heavily, she then dropped forward and kissed me.
”Your Mother was so right about you.” she told me.
