Chapter 07
They lay naked in bed with Clay lying on her bosom, caressing and kneading her breasts. The other hand stroked open-handed over her sex. The effects of the alcohol were lessening. They were still under its influence but becoming aware of the enormity of their actions.
“I’ve missed this!”
“Missed what, Mommy?”
“Cuddling with you like this!”
He briefly closed his eyes to slow the spinning room.
“We never cuddled like this.”
Anne smiled. “I’m going to share something with you that I never told anyone!”
Clay took her nipple in his mouth. He pulled gently on it and then released it. He eyed his mother quizically.
“I…I…had orgasms when you nursed as a baby! I never told anyone! I was so ashamed!”
His index finger dipped into her crevice, eliciting a sharp intake of breath. “Is that why you took so long to wean me?”
Anne nodded, then kissed the top of his head.
“I used to watch you sleep when you were growing up. I’d…umm…I’d play with my…with myself and imagine how it would feel to have you in me again!”
“Again?”
“I felt empty after you were born. I wanted you back in my womb…back in me! So when you reached puberty, I stole your jockey shorts. Especially the ones you had wet dreams in. The aroma of your potent seed made my head spin.”
Anne took his head in her hands. She passionately kissed him, forcing her tongue into his mouth. For several moments they made out. Clay added a finger to her pussy. It squelched loudly. Anne’s hand was covered in his pre-cum. He tried to push her on her back.
Anne pushed him in his chest. “I want you also, darling! I’ve wanted you back in me for 30 years. But let me finish! Tomorrow I won’t have the nerve.”
“You can talk while we fuck!”
She slapped his ass hard.
“Watch your mouth, young man! I used to spank you for saying dirty words!”
He groaned as his cock lay on the wetness of her hole, warmed by her moist heat.
“Finish your story!”
He raised slightly, and his cock head slid up her slit. Anne arched her back, and it slipped in easily.
“Oh, God! Oh, God! You feel just as good in me as I imagined. I…slower, baby, make it last. I…used to suck your cum from your underwear. I did it for years!”
Chapter 08
The sound of voices woke Clay from a sound sleep. He lay in bed for a moment, recalling the previous afternoon and his and Anne’s conversation this morning. He felt a stirring between his legs, recalling them sucking and fucking. He knew she was right. They had to put it behind them. Still!
He turned and rolled to a sitting position on the side of the bed. The voices were indistinct. He stood, started for the bathroom across the hall, and stopped. It wouldn’t do to have his mother’s guests see him nude. He pulled on his robe, peed, and then went to the kitchen.
“There you are!”
Anne stood from the kitchen table, walked over, and hugged him. Her pillow-like breasts pressed into his chest. She smelled of soap and lavender. Over her shoulder, he saw Gale. She looked down at the table, unable to meet his eyes.
“Aunt Kate, Gale! How are you?”
“Fine! We were worried about you and Anne. So Gale and I decided to bring your car and check on you. You guys REALLY enjoyed the reunion.”
“I told her we were fine and thanked her and Gale for bringing your car,” Anne said, giving her son a side-eye.
“Is that coffee I smell?”
“Let me fix you a cup. It only takes a few minutes with the Keurig.”
Anne noticed Gale did not look up to greet Clay.
Clay took the only empty stool next to Gale, their thighs touching as he sat down.
“Where’s John and the kids?”
“He took them to the amusement park. I wanted some time to help Aunt Kate clean up after the reunion.”
Gale kept her head down while she spoke, giving Clay sidelong glances.
Anne’s breast brushed Clay’s shoulder as she leaned over and sat the steaming hot coffee in front of him. He had not showered. His male aroma and the acrid scent of sweat assaulted her nostrils. She recalled the same musky scent filling her nose while they fucked on the foyer floor flashed in her head.
With some gaps, her memories of the previous day and night were clear. She knew what they did and was glad they had. They would have to deal with the aftermath, but she knew there was no going back.
Clay took a long, satisfying gulp of his coffee. He only half-listened to the chatter of Anne and her sister.
“Clay! Clay! Where are you, boy?”
“I’m sorry, Aunt Aunt Kate! I was woolgathering and recovering from the effects of your husband’s potent brandy! What were you saying?”
“Would you show Gale how to put parental restrictions on a computer? Apparently, her 13-year-old has been visiting porn sites!”
“Mom, that’s okay,” Gale said, “I’ll figure it out!”
“Well, Honey, we’re here, and Clay is a computer geek. He could show you; if that doesn’t work, he could stop by and set it up for you.”
“Yes, dear, show her while these two hens catch up on gossip!”
The sisters gave each other significant glances. Aunt Kate saw a subtle change in her sister; she hoped it was for the better. Anne’s marriage was on the rocks, and having her son around would ease the shock.
Clay stood, being careful to hold the halves of his robe together.
“Come on, Gale! My laptop is in the guest bedroom.”
Gale reluctantly stood. She didn’t want to be alone with Clay. Being with him at the family reunion had reawakened old feelings.
Gale wore a colorful muumuu with open-toe sandals. Clay guessed she was 5′ 5″ or so and well over 200 pounds. Her face was moon-shaped, with thin lips with a lump in the middle for her nose. She had a faint hint of a mustache and scraggly hairs on her chin. He mentally shook his head.
She has put on a lot of weight since we were teenagers! I must have been drunker than I thought!
“I hope you don’t mind sitting on the bed while I show you. Unfortunately, there’s only one chair.”
“No! No!” Gale said too quickly.
She was uncomfortable being alone with Clay in his bedroom. She had a clear memory of what they did. It brought back memories of that long-ago summer. She ached to tell him that his son was the 13-year-old he was teaching her to put parental computer restrictions on.
He showed her how to turn on parental preferences and choose a password that her son could not easily guess. He closed the laptop. He needed to say something to her. He wasn’t sure what it was.
“Look, about yesterday…!”
Gale nervously tittered.
Confused, Clay raised his arms, palms up.
“I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to be funny!”
“No, it’s okay! What you said reminded me of an old movie, ‘About Last Night.’
Clay smiled. “I just wanted to say we were both drunk. Things got out of hand! I’m sorry!”
Gale’s hands twisted nervously in her lap. Her muumuu, moist with sweat, clung to her.
“I’m not!”
“Excuse me?”
“I’m not sorry we fucked! I have lusted after you since that summer on the farm.”
Gale stopped talking. She stared at her hands as though she was seeing them for the first time.
“There’s something you need to know. It’s a secret I’ve carried with me all of these years.”
Gale dabbed at her eyes, trying to stop the flow of her tears.
“What,” Clay asked?
Crying women made him nervous. He was never sure how to comfort them.
Gail took a deep breath, dried her tears with a swipe of her hands across her face, and looked at Clay.
“My oldest child, the boy you just taught me how to lock out of porn on my laptop, is your son!”
Clay stared at her, bemused, his mouth repeatedly opening and closing like a guppy.
“I’m sorry, what,” he managed to spit out.
Clay always suspected that her son was he and Gale’s love child. To hear the words spoken still shocked him.
“I was pregnant and didn’t know it when your parents picked you up at the farm after their cruise. I knew I couldn’t tell my parents when I realized I was pregnant. They would know it was you. Besides my father, you were the only male I was around for those two weeks. So I seduced my husband, convinced him that he got me pregnant, and married him.”
“He still doesn’t know?”
Clay was trying to process what Gail had told him. He dimly recalled the husky 13-year-old at the barbecue.
“I eventually told him after I caught him sucking off the mailman. It turned out he was bisexual. We have an arrangement. We both can suck and fuck whomever we want. Lately, he’s gotten into watching me fuck and being the cleanup man. It’s kinky, but it works for us!”
“Does your…our…son know?”
“No! But I plan on telling him when he’s old enough.”
Clay’s laptop tumbled to the floor as Gale turned, pushed him back on the bed, and began giving him a wet sloppy kiss!
“Gale! Stop! Mom and Aunt Aunt Kate are just downstairs!”
He tried to push her off him. He succeeded in getting two hands full of soft pillowy breasts.
Her hands clawed at his robe, pulling it open. Her chubby fingers engulfed his semi-hard cock.
“Lord, I still have dreams about this cock!”
As he struggled to push her off him, he felt the scratch of her thick bush on his thigh. She sat on him, effectively pinning him to the bed with her bulk. Her muumuu was around her waist. Her pussy pinned his cock to his thigh.
“Fuck me,” she wheezed.
“We can’t! Your husband…! Anne, and your mother…! He pointed feebly at the open bedroom door. Gale rose on one knee, grabbed his dick, positioned it at her entrance, and slid down.
“Oh Fuck,” she moaned, sliding back and forth on his cock. The expression on her face was beatific, as though she had a religious experience.
“Gale…!”
Clay’s eyes widened as she rose and fell on his cock with her hands on his chest.
She was not tight like Anne or his wife. However, she had excellent control of her vaginal muscles. Her pussy massaged his cock.
Sweat streamed off her. Her mouth was open, drooling; her eyes were closed. She sounded like an old car trying to start. Gale was a sexy BBW, an Ashley Graham look-alike, and an incredible fuck!
“Take that fucking dress off! I want to play with those big jugs!”
Gale grabbed the hem of her muumuu and pulled it over her head, barely missing a stroke. She leaned forward, her hands on Clay’s chest. Her tits hung above his face.
Clay raised and took one engorged nipple in his teeth and pulled it.
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