“Oh my god! Fuck! Look at this Carol! Look at this! Look at your son’s fucking cock!”
I couldn’t see it, but I sure as hell felt it. And though I might have preferred squirting inside mom’s cunt, this was more or less her fantasy moment. I didn’t really mind though, I could sense as well as feel every rope of sperm tossed from my dick, Aunt Sophia holding on, now pumping it, ensuring that every ribbon of cum found some place to splash against, though mostly against mom’s pussy and clit just as she’d asked.
But there was no denying the fact, I’d initially sent several sprays of my white creamy nectar upwards against her breasts, on them and over them, only later to discover, my very first shot had actually parted her hair.
As it was…I counted at least eleven or twelve hard felt ejaculations, not counting the tingly throbbing ones later as my Aunt finished milking my prick, only then rubbing it once again directly against mom’s clit as she came.
I think I was still dribbling, oozing semen when she did, taking delight in that fact as mom wailed out her own pleasure, not even softening her voice, her scream splitting the air as she now grabbed her own tits, pinching the nipples even harder than I’d been doing.
When it was over, she turned, kissing me full on the lips. Parting after several long delicious moments, she finally stood. And was a feast for my eyes when she did. Mom looked obscene, vulgarly obscene, and I loved every fucking moment of it as she stood there. Rivers of come running down her body, both breasts just soaked, one line dripping down her chin, several others clinging to her breasts like nets on a fishing boat. And then her pussy itself, drenched in what almost looked like a frosted cake.
“Come here you…I got some licking to do!” Sophia told my mom, and then knelt in front of her, spreading mom’s lips once again, the syrup of my spent cream now almost frothy as my Aunt buried her face in her sister’s cunt.
“Fuck!” I said simply, and then collapsed back on the couch again, content to watch as mom soon after enjoyed another nice little orgasm.
**
We sat for a long time after that, simply collecting ourselves, gathering our strength as we sipped wine and enjoyed the very comfortable, very relaxed atmosphere of sitting around naked together. The fact that we even were was an amazing sensation all by itself. To sit there, even with what was now a very flaccid, very satisfied prick, still checking out my own mother and aunt. That they too seemed so comfortable around me now, still occasionally reaching over to briefly fondle, caress while we talked, joked, and once again began talking about various experiences.
“So tell me more about your conversation with grandma,” I asked. “After you said she’d sort of caught you, and then when you approached her about it a few days later.”