“Yeah, especially when she’s got her head between my thighs. . . or yours.”
Mom was turning white now. She knew there was no stopping Sherry once she got started. In a last-ditch effort she tried to change the subject, ” Sherry have you heard what great grades Richard has been getting down at BYU? Straight A student.”
Sherry looked at me and said, “That’s great hon. I hope you are getting laid too. You’re not still a virgin are you?”
That was when I lost it and just started laughing. Finally I said, “No, Aunt Sherry, I’m not still a virgin.”
“Oh good. Is she good to you? I mean is it good sex?” Mom was covering her face and I really didn’t know how to respond.
There was a long silence while Sherry waited for my response. Finally for lack of any other idea I said, “It involved a banana split.”
“Oh my. I’ll have to think about that for a while. There are a lot of interesting possibilities there.”
That was when the phone rang. It was Lou down at the Feed and Grain. One of his clerks had been taken ill and had to go home so he needed Mom to come down and help out. As she put her coat on to leave she looked at me and said, “I’ll be back in a few hours. Don’t let your Aunt seduce you while I’m gone.”
She did of course. Right there in the kitchen in the house I had grown up in, with Sherry on her back on the kitchen table, both of us naked, her legs in the air while I pounded away at her and she groaned and cried and screamed about what a great cock I had and how it was just like my Dad’s and my Uncle Lou’s cocks. I hadn’t had any sex since I left Provo so when I finished I just flooded her with my cum. Then I seemed to get hard again almost immediately so we went one more round with me fucking her from behind as she leaned over the kitchen table. I didn’t tell my mother about it when she returned from the Feed and Grain. Just gave her a hug before I left to drive back to Idaho Falls.
Later as I was driving home across the desert to the north of Idaho Falls I thought about what a strange day it had been. Learning first from my Mother in polite terms, and then from my Aunt in much more graphic detail about what a family of perverts I was a part of; and then fucking my Aunt on our kitchen table, pretty much confirming I was as perverted as the rest of them. She really was a good fuck. Mom was right. Sherry was very horny. I think I made her cum four or five times before Mom got home about four o’clock. Sex with her was at least as good as Sandra and Lauren. “But really Richard, fucking your own Aunt. What kind of pervert are you becoming?” I asked myself.
Before I left for Provo the next day I told my sister about what I had learned during my visit home (leaving out the part about fucking Sherry). She said, “No surprises there. But just so you know little brother, I’m not participating in their orgies.”
“It’s nice to know that I have one relative who still lives with the values we were raised with.”
“Yup . . .” she said and before she could continue one of her kids came running into the room screaming and crying with a scrape or a scratch. We never returned to the conversation. Later I would learn, from Sherry, that Karen’s ‘Yup’ was a lie. She had been having a year-long affair with the fellow that owned the insurance agency she worked for, a Bishop in the Church. She just wasn’t involved with the rest of our family.
People just aren’t what they seem.
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