Dad took an out of state job transfer when I was a college freshman, thinking that it was his last best chance to make it big. Mom refused to go, and they had a long distance marriage for 6 months or so, before Dad traded in Mom for a newer model. They split by the time I was a junior. He came to my graduation but I have not seen him since, and except for Facebook comments, I don’t hear from him at all.

I was no stud, but did OK with the girls in college. Two relationships lasted over 6 months, and the last one didn’t end ’til after graduation when she found a guy with a good job and his own place. Journalism graduates with a “B” average from a 3rd tier school are not in great demand. I got 19 hours a week as an assistant manager in retail, and by the time I had been out of college for 5 months, had sold 4 free-lance stories to trade magazines for a total of less than $500. Maybe you saw my “Upselling Tires to the Careful Shopper”, or “Canned Goods Can Still be Profitable”. I was lucky that my National Guard check made my car payment, and that I didn’t have college loans. I was getting nowhere with my novel, and had applied for hundreds of jobs. I finally got a 10 hour per week gig with a small paper as a “staff writer”, where I mostly sold ads, or wrote about the stores that bought our ads. It was sobering to know that my intern was hoping that I would quit, so that he could move into my job. I thought that I had a chance with a clerk at my store but she asked the boss to keep her off my shift, and my boss had told me to be very careful. “Avoid social situations with the women, because it only leads to problems”, was his advice.

I lived with Mom, had little money to go out, and was generally feeling sorry for myself, as we watched a movie on Saturday night. The movie had so many ads, and I decided that renting a movie from the kiosk for a little over a dollar would be a good investment for the next week. One ad was a public service ad about being an organ donor. In a flash, a thought came to me. “If I needed it, would you give me a kidney?”, I asked Mom, and she said “Of course!”. “Then how about a blow job?”, I asked. She looked at me hard, for a few seconds, and told me to think very carefully as I took a shower, and then if it still seemed right, to come to her bedroom. I really didn’t think much before coming into her room wrapped in a towel. She was naked on the bed, and said,”I thought that some visual stimulation might help”. She had a pear shaped body, with big hips and small breasts. I don’t think that she had ever been a looker, but her 43 years didn’t look bad on her. “If we do this, we can never take it back!”, she said, and I said not to worry. We were adults, we loved each other, and we were not making babies, so the incest didn’t matter, or so I said. “Then drop the towel, and let’s get it over with”, she said.

She grabbed my half hard cock, and gave it a few strokes. “Just like your dad’s”, she said. “He always wanted blow jobs too, and I should have given more of them”. She said not to cum in her mouth, because she didn’t like that part, but that If I needed to, I could cum in her pussy, because she was still on the pill. It just kept getting better, but now that I’d be cumming in her pussy, I owed her a happy ending too. She gave a good blow job, but the “Don’t cum in my mouth”, was sort of a downer, offset by the fact that I could cum in her pussy. I told her to stop after a minute or so of expert licking and rubbing, so that I wouldn’t cum too soon. She was already a little wet when I started to give her some attention. Her happy spot was right there and easy to find at first, although it did start to wander a little as Mom got excited. She was oohing and ahhing as she moved her hips in rythm with my stimulation, and I stopped to get on to her. “No!, don’t stop!, please keep going, keep going!”, she begged, so I did just that. Her orgasm, which came in another 15 seconds or so, seemed less intense than with some other women that I’d been with,,,, just a few short breaths, and a whispered “Ahhhhhhhhh”, but she pushed my head away with a laugh, saying that she hadn’t known how badly she had needed it. “But this was supposed to be about you!!!, she laughed, “Go ahead and cum!, you’ve earned it!” It didn’t take me long. Mom has a pussy as nice as women half her age, and even though she had already cum, she fucked me with vigor and enthusiasm. In less than 2 minutes, I was shooting my delightful loads, and already hoping for a next time. Afterwards she said that I should go to sleep in my own bed, and that we could talk in the morning.

The next morning I got up first, and put on the coffee. I’d decided to make Mom happy by going to church with her, as I had not gone with her in at least a month. I was cooking pan-cakes when she came into the kitchen. “Well, we have a new situation, don’t we?, and I have to admit that I’m sort of happy with it.”, she said, “but we have some talking to do!”. She said that the mother/son situation aside, she was too old to keep up with me. “Now you will want sex every night!”, she exclaimed, which was true. “Two or three nights a week is all that I can do”. I offered Monday, Wednesday and Saturday to which she replied that Saturday was “date night”. I said that we were not getting dates anyway, but if we started to get them, we could move to Sunday, but she said that Sunday and then Monday would be too much. I suggested every other night, to which she replied,”We’ll see”. We ate breakfast, looked at the paper, and went to church. “Pray to be forgiven for last night, and for what we will do again”, Mom said as we got out of the car. After church we had a fast food lunch, and went home.

Mom said that maybe she wouldn’t be able to have sex 2 days in a row, for the rest of the week, but that for now, if I wanted to spend the afternoon in bed, learning to please each other, she was ready to try. We didn’t get to have Sunday night sex, because we exhausted ourselves Sunday afternoon. I had paid little attention to her small nipples during our first session, but that afternoon I started to discover just how sensitive they were. Gently sucking on them while I didiled her pussy with my fingers, brought her to the edge in minutes, so I had to back off to prolong the session. After she played with my cock for a few minutes, I explored her cunt with my tongue while gently twisting her nipples like the dial on a radio. She loved that too. After over an hour, she said that she couldn’t wait any longer, and that we had to finish. That time, she straddled me, in what would become her favorite position, and we orgasmed together. I saw the strain in her face, as she struggled to cum, but I saw the pure love and concern in her eyes too. We did it again on Tuesday, and Thursday. Mom told me that she was so happy to have stayed on the pill. She’d never used birth control with Dad, because they had always hoped for a second child. Once Dad was gone she had gone on the pill thinking that she would be getting a lot of “swinging single” sex. It hadn’t happened. She’d had just 2 one night stands, where the guys didn’t call. She had been about to stop taking her pills, when she started up with me. On Friday, I was looking forward to Saturday. At supper on Friday, Mom said, “Let me tell you about Aunt Sue”. What was to know? I saw Aunt Sue, and her daughter Kassie, at least twice a month, and I knew that Mom and Auntie talked on the phone at least once a day. She told me that when it was clear that Sue was going to be an unwed, teenaged mother, Mom had gotten Dad to let her move in with us. Sue and the baby had lived with us for 3 years. Dad had not been as willing as I may have thought. Mom had told Dad that as long as Sue could live in the house, he would get to have sex with one, or the other, every night, or if he wasn’t willing, he would get almost no sex at all. In the end, he agreed, and Mom said that he had been a very considerate lover, “Just as you are”. She said that on her nights, he was always as enthusiastic as if he had not been laid for a week. Auntie gave him great marks too, and Dad and Sue continued to have occasional sex, even after Sue moved out. He had been Sue’s only constant, between a series of shitty boyfriends, and when Dad moved out of town, Aunt Sue missed the sex as much as Mom did. “The bottom line, Will, is that if you are willing, I’d like to share you with Aunt Sue. She needs a lover, and I know that I can’t keep up with you for long!” I asked when we would start, and she said,”She will be here at 7.”

After a few minutes of hellos and small talk, Sue said that in order to hide our affair from Kassie, she would only stay an hour, and then go home, “So we need to get started!”, she laughed. Mom said that she had some shopping to do, and left. Sue was younger than Mom, but they looked a lot alike, except that Mom dyed her hair a different color than Sue did. I thought that Sue had a bigger rack, but it turned out to be just a padded bra. Acting on a hunch, having learned about Mom’s sensitive nipples, I gently sucked on Sue’s, first thing, upon joining her in bed. She responded quickly, and moved my hand between her legs, as she grabbed my cock with her other hand. We didn’t play for long. I quickly knew that Sue really needed to cum, and that the longer sex session could wait until next time. As I moved my face from her nipples to her pussy, I asked if she liked to be on the top or bottom. She didn’t answer, except to say,”I’m so close!!!, just roll over!!”. She straddled me in a reverse position, and said,”Let me do the work!!”. She slid up and down, and sometimes leaned forward, towards my feet, and other times arched her back, and had to use her hands to keep from falling backwards, all the while moving my cock in and out, in and out, as she whispered,”Almost!, almost!, so good, so good” She didn’t do the work for long. Just as I thought that I couldn’t hold back anymore, she orgasmed with a little more intensity than Mom, and then laughed,”Oh how I needed that!!” That less than 20 minute session became our model. We never spent time with the slow buildup that lovers enjoy. It was just sexual release. It usually took us about 15 minutes, but if I could have done it in 10 she would have been just as happy. Mom and Sue were different there, because Mom really enjoyed the hour long sessions.

My Gram, Mom and Sue’s mother was still alive, and we went to Gram’s house for Thanksgiving. Mom and Sue had a younger brother, who was there with his family, and Gram’s sister was there too. Uncle Matt carved the turkey, and we all had a good time. I sat next to Kassie, as I had since we were kids. Kassie complained about a lack of dates, even though she was now a college freshman. She said that upper class boys were known to take advantage of freshman girls, and that she was ready to be taken advantage of. “You had college girlfriends, give me some advice on how to find a boyfriend”, she asked.

I had to be diplomatic. If the boys in her high school class had rated the girls, she would have been well down into the bottom third. She was a little overweight, dressed mostly in jeans and a sweatshirt, didn’t do much with her hair, and seldom used makeup. “Go to a party dressed like you were at Tina’s wedding”, I commented. Tina, now Uncle Matt’s sister in law, was a set designer in New York. She had dressed the bridesmaids to look like the chorus line in a cheezy musical. The ladies wore short, tight skirts, that matched except that they were in an assortment of bright colors. The colors of the tops were designed to clash, and they all wore colorful wigs, and mile high heels. “We looked like hookers, and couldn’t dance in those shoes!”, she yelled. I told her that they had the attention of every male in the room from 14 to 94. I looked at Uncle Matt, and his eyes pleaded with me not to ask his opinion. “Men are so shallow!”, laughed Kassie, to which I replied,”Even more shallow than you know!”. She said that she couldn’t fit into that outfit anymore, but if she dressed up tonight, she would need a wingman to take her to an 18 and over club. “Could you take me?” she asked,”I’ll pay my own way.” I’d been set up, but it was OK. I had not been out in some time, and it would be nice to have someone to go with.

I got to her house at 8. She wasn’t ready. Aunt Sue said that Kassie was smart and had figured out what she, Mom and me were doing. She went on to say that Kassie may want to sleep with me, and that it was OK. “Your Mom and I will be drinking a little too much wine to get over our day with Gram, so I may sleep at your house, rather than be a drunk driver. If you get lucky, you can bring your dates here, but if you get lucky with each other, that may be the best.” Kassie came out, dressed to kill. She had a knit dress that was too short and had a plunging neckline. Her rack was larger, and well displayed. She had a pink wig that matched the same heels that she wore at the wedding, and as she tottered towards me, said,”Trampy enough???”. I replied that she was sure to get a lot of attention.

As soon as we got in the car, but after I had admired her ass and legs as I held the door, she said that if she had known that I did family, she’d have given me her virginity, rather than the shit who took her to senior prom. I told her that it was a new development, and something that I wasn’t proud of, no matter how much I liked it. She told me that she’d never had a satisfactory lover. “I can get off great with my toys, so I know that everything works, but boys, at least the creeps that I’ve been with, don’t get it. Let’s stay at the club for an hour, so that we can see some reactions to my outfit, but I really hope that you will bring me home, and do me right”

At the club, the doorman looked her up and down, and asked for her ID, before putting a red wristband, fairly tightly onto her right wrist. “Complimentary admission for you, honey”, he said. He gave her a ticket for a free soft drink, and got to me. I got a white, over 21, wristband, and was told that if I bought alcohol for a minor, they would turn me over to the cop standing in the corner. “That will be 10 bucks”, he said. I said that I was with Kassie, and he said that it didn’t matter. They encouraged good looking, sharp dressed girls, but all guys paid. As agreed, Kassie went to one side of the club, and I sat at the bar. Right away a guy asked about Kassie, wondering if she was taken. I laughed that she was my cousin, and I was just the wingman. He went over to join the group of guys chatting her up. I had short discussions with a few ladies, that generally ended fairly soon after they found out about my situation. One girl was really mean. “Freelance writer is just another word for unemployed!!, so you thought that you could come here and score a stupid 18 year old??? I’d bet that you still live at home!” Ouch!! She saw the look in my eyes, and walked away saying,”I thought so!”. The hour passed slowly, but I looked up to see Kassie waving at me. She said to take her home, and at least 4 or 5 guys looked at me with mean, unhappy eyes. The girl who had been nasty to me, looked surprised as she watched me walk out with a lady far more beautiful than her. I winked at her………..couldn’t help it. As we walked to the car, Kassie told me that she had turned down a few offers, and given her number to a few guys. “It was fun, and if I wasn’t looking forward to a night with you, I’d have said yes to one of them for sure!!!” When I got in the car, she was rubbing her feet, and said that she was so glad to take those killer shoes off. “Did they make my legs look good?” she asked, and I said that I couldn’t wait to have those thighs shuddering next to my face and neck.

“You’d do that for me??!!?”

“Of course!”

“No one else ever has!”

“Then they didn’t deserve to be with you”

“Drive faster!”

As promised, the house was empty when we got there, and we went straight to the bedroom, where we immediatly started dropping our clothes onto the floor. “I saw you looking at my tits”, she laughed,”They didn’t just grow in 5 hours!They’re not real!!!, just a little help from Victoria’s Secret!!, I hope that you don’t mind that the real ones are a little small!” I wasn’t in the mood for talk, as I kissed her and lifted her onto the bed. Her breasts, released from the padded, push up bra, were far nicer than she gave herself credit for. They were “B” sized, firm mounds, without a hint of sag, and the nipples, although larger than her mom’s, reacted just as well. I had one arm around her neck, as we kissed, but the other was already rubbing her as her hips began to react. I got on top of her, planning to make just a few strokes, before giving her lady parts some oral stimulation. Four or five strokes turned to ten, in that delightful, tight, slippery vagina, and with her pushing back perfectly, I had to pull out. The “Oh!” was a little sad, followed by a far happier,”Ohhhh!” as I moved my face between her legs, in my quest to make them shudder with delight, as per my promise. She responded quickly, and I slid my cock in again, but with her meeting my thrusts, and pulling me in deep, and all the while moaning with delight, I had to pull out. A little more oral as I massaged her nipples, soon had her crying that she was almost ready. I rolled over, and had her get on top to give her a little more control over her climax. I later found that she had never tried it on top, but her sex starved 19 year old body reacted just as I’d hoped that it would. I saw her struggle to cum, as I faced my own struggle not to. “Try rubbing your clit!”, I whispered, and she took my advice immediatly. Soon the contant ooohing and aahhhing got even louder as she started to shake. I couldn’t hold back, as my gonads started the involuntary, wonderful, contractions that squeezed a delightful amount of my semen up through my prick into that eager pussy. Her climax was stronger than her mom’s are, and her contractions coaxed a final drop of cum from my exhaused body. We stopped for a few seconds, as she moved her hips in and out with slow relief. We laughed, and she rolled off and began kissing me all over my chest, neck, and face. “NOW I know why most girls like boys!!!”, she exclaimed. We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

My store had opened at midnight for the Black Friday sale, but I didn’t need to be in until 9 AM, for an 8 hour shift (I usually worked 4). I got up at 7 to go home and change. Kassie woke long enough to tell me that she was going to work for 6PM, on a 6 hour shift at the rest home where she worked part time. She said that I should stop by after work to see her new hair style. She had a job interview on Monday, and wanted to look good, so that she could leave the rest home behind. She and her Mom were able to score good times at the hair salon, because most women wanted to shop on Black Friday. Kassie wanted to be a teacher, and went as a day student to a local college. It was tough to pay for. Her Mom had been saving for years, and her father was doing the best that he could, along with supporting his wife and 2 kids. I’d suggested that Kassie join the National Guard, as it had been a life saver for me, but so far she had resisted. Anyway……..her job interview was for lunch room/playground duty at a local school. It was 2 hours, 5 days a week, and a foot in the door for a teaching job when she graduated. She wanted to replace a girl who was quitting to do her student teaching. By the time that I got to Sue and Kassie’s place, Kassie had to leave, right after I got to compliment her on her new hair. Kassie was dressed in pink scrubs, with white rubber soled shoes, but I realized, that to me, she looked great. After Kassie left, Aunt Sue said,”I had my hair done too!”, and picking up on the hint, I told her that she looked great. “Well, I hope that I still get to enjoy you now and then, now that you are doing Kassie”, she laughed, “How about now?”. Less than half an hour later, after our usual frantic session, I was on my way home.

I stopped on the way home to pick up some wine, chips and beer. Mom didn’t charge me rent, so I tried to buy stuff for the house. I didn’t drink wine, but knew that Mom and Sue had polished off a lot the night before. They hadn’t even woke up that morning when I came home to change. They didn’t drink often, but I put in a good supply for the next time that they did. I called Mom to see if she wanted me to buy take-out for supper, and she said that I could get a pizza, but should hurry home.

As we ate the pizza, she said that she had gone mostly without sex since Dad moved out, and had done fine. Now that she was getting it again, she needed more than she thought that she would. She said that she knew that Friday was Sue’s night, but that it was going to be very difficult to wait for Sunday. “Do you think that you could get it up again for Mom?”, she asked. “If you can’t cum, I’ll make it up to you later, but I really need it tonight” I said that it would be my pleasure, and that even if I could only do oral, I would get her off. I told her that she would never need to ask twice. She just smiled. We did the dishes in a short time, because there were just a few. I said that I would take a shower and then we could watch a little TV, and go to bed early. When I got back to my room from showering, she was posed on my bed, waiting for me. I already had an erection. Mom usually liked a slow buildup, and our Sunday sessions were always over an hour long, but she said that tonight she really needed to cum quickly “If you don’t mind” How could I mind? She had given me life, and then sex when I had really needed it. She deserved whatever it was in my power to give her. I went straight for her pussy and started dialing her nipples, with the same quick start that her sister liked. When I slid into her, she whispered that she really needed me in her tonight, and that it was better than just oral sex. I was able to pump away, very pleasantly, for longer than usual, but I already knew that I would have no problem cumming again. I knew that she liked it on top for the climax, so after giving her nipples some sucking as I rubbed her clit, I could feel her getting ready, and I rolled over. She was on me in a flash, saying that I always knew exactly what she wanted. This time, I had no worries about cumming before she did, so I gave her long, deep, fast strokes, as she pushed against me. For her, it was over quickly. I knew that I could cum, but it would take longer. She saw my situation, and need, and started to meet my pushing again. “You can cum in my mouth, if you need to”, she purred, “or cum on my tits, I know that you like my tits, or I could try this…” She shifted her position to get me into her as deeply as physically possible, and then moved in a way that rubbed the tip of my cock up against the top (bottom?) of her vagina. She saw me tense, and smiled. “I can tell that you like it………I can do it for as long as you like………..or you can cum in my mouth. That offer is always open for you”. I was only half listening, as my full concentration was on the great sensations that my cock was getting. It was so good that I quickly gave in to the urge, and grunted as my climax took over my body. “Oh Will!!! That was exactly what I needed, and I needed it so badly, from the time that I woke up this morning!”. I told her that I usually woke up with a boner, and that if she ever needed it we could wake up early for a quickie before breakfast. “Waking up with your hand on my cock would be a great way to wake up!” She said that you never know, and that maybe we would.

The next day, Saturday, included work for Kassie, Sue, and me. I slept a little late, did a 4 hour shift, and a little writing. I went to Sue and Kassie’s apartment, getting there about 5:30. Sue said that she would be out with friends ’til 9 or so, and I asked Kassie if she wanted to go to the club again. She wanted to go to a cheap sit down restaurant, where I could get a burger and she could get a salad with chicken on top. It was fun, and seemed like a date………..it was even more like a date when she let me pay. She was back in her jeans and college sweatshirt, but her boobs were bigger. She caught me looking, and said,”You KNOW that it is just a padded bra, but you keep looking anyway! (laughs), When we get home, I can dress up for you, in my new banker outfit, and you can tell me what bra looks best”. I want to look PROFESSIONAL for my interview, but then I can change into something slutty if you like”. I told her that there was no need because I was already turned on. The service had been fast, and the bill was paid, so we went straight home. Her “banker” outfit was fine. I thought that the WondurBra looked best, and she complained, “I look like Mom!”. She had borrowed the outfit from her mother for the interview, and I said, “But you look like a teacher too,,,,,,,,,,,,,dress for the part!” She asked if she should now dress like a slut, because that was the part that she wanted to play tonight. I told her to just change into her PJs, because they would be on the floor soon anyway. She just laughed, and said,”Let’s just go to the bedroom together, but keep your hands off me ’til I get the dress off and put away,,,,,,,,cum stains on my banker skirt would not be professional looking.”

I got laid every night between Thanksgiving and into the new year. What a run of good luck! Sue had been in a fling, last summer, with a guy who had been in town for a short term assignment. They had stayed in touch, and he sent her an air ticket to Vegas for a “fun weekend”. She said that except for me and my dad, Joe was the only really good man that she had ever been with, so she was really looking forward to it. She came back 3 days later, married. Her bank had branches in Joe’s state, and she arranged a transfer. I didn’t get to have sex with Sue again, but Mom and Kassie took up the slack. My string of good luck was interrupted by 2 weeks of duty with the Regular (full time) Army out at Ft Irwin in California. I’d been without sex for 2 weeks before, but this 2 weeks was hard, for all 3 of us. I didn’t go with my Guard unit, but rather alone, via commercial air, so when I got back, Kassie could pick me up at the airport, rather than the Guard center. She was wearing the slutty bridesmaid outfit, when I met her at baggage claim. A lot of guys wished that they were me. When we got back to what was now “her place”, at least until the lease ran out, she made me wait, rather than rip her clothes off. She didn’t want to damage the outfit, because she wanted to wear it for me again. The first go took us about 10 minutes, and I was getting ready for a second, when she said, “not tonight, take that home, because your mom has been waiting for 2 weeks too!, we can take our time and do it as many times as you want tomorrow”. She told me to stick around for an hour or so so that I would be really ready when I got home. I was so ready, and Kassie was so unwilling, that I went home after just a half hour. Kass must have called Mom, because she was waiting for me in her bath robe when I got home. All she said was that 2 weeks was too long as we headed to the bedroom. We had one of the hour long sessions that she loves so much, and at breakfast the next day, she told me that she had never been happier. She wished that her sister lived closer, but knowing how happy that Sue was, made Mom happy too. She said,”Kassie and I know that it can’t go on forever, but for now it is as close to perfect as it can be”.

Kassie is on a waiting list for a dorm room at her college, but if she doesn’t get it, she will move in with Mom and me. She has over 3 years of college left, and I’m not feeling sorry for myself anymore.

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