AUNTS in my PANTS (rewrite) – Chap 4

Incest story: AUNTS in my PANTS (rewrite) – Chap 4

Author: tenorman

Terri had to go to work on Friday and I spent the day with some friends, hanging out, and in the evening we went out for beers.

Saturday was my birthday. In the afternoon Susan called me. When I answered the phone she sang “Happy Birthday to You” to me.

“So Chad, what would you like for your birthday?” she asked.

“How about a blowjob?” I said.

She laughed and said, “You are one bad, horny boy, you know that?”

“I must have gotten it from my mother.”

“Well, if I wasn’t two and a half hours away, I’d consider it. But since I’m not, I think I’ll just send you something in the mail.”

“Guess I’ll have to take a raincheck.”

“What are your plans to celebrate, birthday boy?”

“Terri’s taking me out to dinner, no fancy parties or anything, just a few beers and a seafood platter.”

“Sounds like fun,” she said. “Have you fucked her yet?”

“What?” I asked incredulously. I couldn’t believe what I’d just heard.

“Are you fucking Terri yet?”

“No, not yet,” I said with a nervous laugh. Not that I hadn’t thought about it.

“I’m surprised,” she said. “She seemed awful curious about you and me. I think she was jealous.”
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Terri and I had a couple of drinks and a nice dinner, and the comfort level was slowly returning to normal. I had just worn jeans and a golf shirt, but she looked fabulous in a sleeveless black shift, her arms toned and legs long and lean. I noticed men checking her out, and I was too. I told her how nice I thought she looked and she blushed. Through the rest of the dinner all I kept thinking about was what it would be like to yank it off of her.

Back at the house, I suggested we have a glass of wine together since it was my last night home. She agreed and said she was going to change clothes. I asked her to leave the dress on because she looked fantastic in it. She said okay, she would, since it was my birthday.

We sat on the sofa together and talked about various subjects for a while, school, work, Anna. Then I asked her if she’d noticed the guys in the restaurant checking her out in that hot dress.

“Oh, please…”

“No, they were, believe me. So was I. They probably thought I was your boy toy,” I said with a laugh. I reached my hand over to the side of her thigh and felt the soft fabric of her dress. I let my hand linger and she didn’t seem to mind. I got bolder and moved my hand under the fabric and onto her thigh.

“What are you doing?” she asked, pushing my hand away.

“Touching you. You look so hot in this dress I couldn’t help myself. I’ve wanted to touch you all night.”

“Well, you can’t touch me there,” she said.

“Okay, where can I touch you?” I asked.

“My feet. You can touch my feet.”

Well, it’s a start, I thought to myself. We repositioned ourselves, facing each other, and she extended her legs with her feet in my lap, and Terri sipped wine while I massaged her feet. I caught a brief glimpse of her white panties and reminisced aloud.

“You know,” I said, “When I was younger, throughout high school, I was the guy with the hot sister and the hot mom. All my buddies would want to come over and check out my sister and my mom. You weren’t really my mom, of course, but we didn’t know that. And since Anna and I were just a year apart, we had many of the same friends, she dated some of mine, I dated some of hers, and Anna told me that the guys she dated sooner or later always mentioned how hot you looked. You were the MILF.”

“What’s that?” she said.

“The mother I’d like to fuck.”

“My goodness, they were just young boys!”

“Boys will be boys. I used to jerk off thinking of you.”

Our eyes were now locked. I rubbed the bottoms of her feet against my swollen cock. She didn’t look away or try to pull her feet away.

“Feel how hard I am talking about you?” I said.

“What do you want to happen?”

“I want to be the one to take that dress off of you tonight.”

She shook her head slightly from side to side. “That would make me quite the hypocrite, now wouldn’t it?”

“Not to me. You know I had a thing for my aunt. I just didn’t know who my aunt was!”

That made her laugh, and I felt her squeeze my penis with the soles of her feet. Then she swung her legs onto the floor and moved to sit close to me, face to face.

“But Chad, it’s wrong.”

“That’s what Susan always said.”

“Two wrongs don’t make a right.”

“I wonder how many times you said that to me when I was growing up?”

I put my hand behind her head and kissed her. She resisted of course, but I wiggled my tongue into her mouth and she soon relented and was kissing me back. I took her breast in my hand and she leaned closer.

We broke our kiss and Terri said, “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“That’s what Susan always said.”

Again our mouths joined and our tongues meshed, probing, tasting, and I soon felt her hand on my cock. When we ended our protracted kiss she took me by the hand and stood.

“If you want to undress me, let’s do it in my bedroom,” she said, and led the way.
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Standing in her bedroom we shared a long, hot kiss and I pressed by hard dick against her.

“Will you still respect me in the morning?” she asked.

“If this goes the way I think it will, I’ll respect you even more,” I replied.

“You ought to go into sales,” she said, and rammed her tongue back into my mouth.

I peeled her dress off and hung it from the back of a chair. I unhooked her bra and removed her humid panties. Then she removed my clothes, piece by piece, and when my erection sprung free of my boxers she almost gasped.

“Oh my God!” she said.

“That’s what Susan always said.”

“Oh shut up about Susan, will you? Shut up and fuck your aunt!”

I laughed and pushed her onto the bed and we went to town. We did just about everything we could think of, some things more than once. She was an excellent cocksucker, she loved my tongue up her ass and her pussy tasted great and fit my cock like a glove. And Terri must have gotten the same raunchy sex/dirty talk gene that her sister did…once she warmed up it was like listening to her reading through an X-rated thesaurus and trying to ride a wild horse.

When we woke up in the morning I had my usual hardwood and Terri didn’t waste it. She sucked me until I was about to explode and then she pulled me on top of her, pulled me into her, and I fucked her like I was trying to knock her bottom out. It was an incredible birthday and a wonderful way to get sent off to school.

“Susan was right about you,” Terri said, when we were kissing goodbye.

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“You’re a hell of a fuck.”

“Right back at you,” I said, and then I gave her ass a little squeeze on the way out the door.
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I picked up my mail a few days later and there was a small package from Susan. In it I found an envelope and a small, flat giftwrapped box. In the envelope were a birthday card and a generous gift certificate from my favorite music store. She had sprayed it with my favorite scent. In the box was an edible thong, strawberry flavored. Her note said that she hoped it came in handy when the right coed came along.

But I’ve thought about it and I don’t think I’ll waste it on a college chick. I’ll be going home for Christmas break in thirteen weeks. And it looks like just the right size for Terri or Susan. In fact Anna will be home for Christmas too, and we’ll be sleeping under the same roof over the holiday. And…since now that I know she’s not really my sister, but only a half-sister, who knows, she might be doable too. It looks like it would fit her just fine.

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