I really love that playful hours – 4

We had again taken a brief rest after that, after they had both climaxed again, and then I was treated to something I would never have envisioned. It was something I hadn’t really even fantasized about either for that matter, as up until now at least…it would have been so totally out of my fantasy realm of possibilities to even think up such a thing. But here I now was, lying on my back, head propped up, looking down, watching mom and my Aunt passing my prick back and forth to one another as though it were a baton.

As good as it felt, it was almost more pleasurable actually laying there watching them. Seeing mom, sucking, licking my cock, slurping on it almost greedily, and then passing it to my Aunt, who then did the same, though usually, I watched as the two of them licked and sucked it together, driving me nearly insane with the pleasure of it.

Even when I came, I kept my eyes open, watching as though having an out of body experience, which in a way…I was. Seeing the eruption of my prick squirting, in what had to be one of the most copious spunkings of my life, seeing my Aunt, and mother gleefully laughing, aiming it, directing it at one another, and then licking and sucking it all up after I was spent, was almost more erotic and climatic than the orgasm itself.

We had gone upstairs shortly after that to fix something to eat, the three of us now famished, none of us putting anything on as we did so, taking delight in the decadence of simply doing that.

For the next three solid hours during, and well after dinner, we simply talked. Mom finally spoke of things that she hadn’t even told her own sister, the two of us listening, at times in shock by what we heard. I saw my Aunt’s face getting angrier and angrier by the moment. It wasn’t even dad’s fooling around on the side what upset her so much, but more about some of the things he’d forced mom to do, all of it against her will that did it.

It was during that conversation in fact, that mom finally told us, she in fact new dad hadn’t even taken the plane, and wasn’t in fact out of town. She knew exactly where he was. Where he was staying even. After dropping him off at the airport, she had left, though having long been suspicious, waiting a short distance away. Sure enough, another car pulled up to the curb, him getting in it, and then speeding off. She had followed at a safe distance, watching as my father and another young, very young…too young, woman, went into a nearby hotel.

“Where’d you say they were staying?” My Aunt asked. With some coaxing and prompting by us both, she then told her. “Any guess as to what name he might have checked in under?” She asked reaching for the phone.

“I do,” I said fairly sure that I did. Several month’s back I had gotten the mail, saw a credit card which had been sent to us, at our address at least though under a different name. A name I thought funny odd at the time, even mentioned it to dad, who of course took it, said he’d look into it himself, and then let it go at that. Only now did I shake my head thinking about the absurdity of it as I did.

“What?”

“You’ll never believe it,” I told them both. “But go ahead, try it. Roman Polanski.”

Now the thing was, my Aunt was a licensed masseuse, had been giving massages for years and was damn good at it. So much so, she’d built up quite a little clientele by now, though she hated having to give away a goodly amount of her hourly fee to the place where she kept and maintained her small studio. However…several of her best customers were cops, who very often came to my Aunt for their physical aches and pains, and much needed stress relief.

She had made the call, given someone she knew, who she said owed her a BIG favor the place where my soon to be ex-father was staying. In addition to that, she’d also given her friend the fake name he might possibly have been stupid enough to check in under.

Sure enough…he had. We got a return call an hour later. As it turned out, dad wouldn’t be coming home any time soon.

“Well, seeing that we have all the time in the world now to enjoy ourselves, how about we do just that?” My Aunt suggested. “And being as I haven’t as yet actually got to enjoy my nephew’s prick yet, how about we start off with that. As a matter of fact Darlene, if you wouldn’t mind doing to me…what I earlier did to you, I’d rather enjoy feeling what that felt like when I did it.”

I of course was all for it. As good as it had felt the first time around…

We spent the next several hours just fucking and sucking one another until we had finally collapsed in a heap, falling asleep together there in the bed. We spent the entire next day doing the same, exhausting one another completely in the process, undisturbed, as at my Aunt’s suggestion, we’d also disconnected the phone against any urgent or demanding phone calls.

It was the best two days of my life.

**

Epilogue

Funny what a difference in a year can make. I had indeed graduated and gotten my degree, speeding up the process a little, taking more classes in order to do so, quitting my part-time job so that I could. Mom of course filed for divorce, and got it easily, especially with dad now in jail serving twenty years to life for his crimes. In addition to that, I’d helped to ferret out a lot of his secret holdings, which with the help of more of Aunt Victoria’s friends, some being lawyers, we’d managed to get our hands on most if not all of it. Much to my father’s dismay of course.

It wasn’t long after that that I moved out of my downstairs apartment, and upstairs with mom. And Aunt Victoria too in fact, who soon came over to live with the two of us. We remodeled the downstairs completely. It now has three very cozy, very atmospheric massage rooms. Mom…going back to school herself soon after, getting her license to do massage. With a degree in Business Management, I along with my mother and Aunt started our own business together, where they now work during the day, giving massages. And even I’m in the process of doing so myself now. Aunt Victoria’s suggestion, as many female clients had expressed a desire for me to do that.

She had another suggestion too, that mom was at first hesitant to do, though perfectly legitimate of course. Nothing illegal, nor would there ever be when it came to the business. But amazing what something so simple can do, and certainly drew in a lot more clients. Now mom loves it, even though at first she was fairly reluctant to do so. For an extra fifty dollars, they’ll give their massages in the nude. Nothing more than that, not ever. But it’s been interesting in the number of additional clients we’ve picked up because of that, not to mention the extra money.

I’m still getting used to giving massages in the nude myself, especially as things have a way of popping up now and then. I do get a lot of nice tips though…so to speak.

But more importantly, the three of us are now enjoying our life living together, sharing a home and a business together, and going to sleep together each and every night.

The only thing that still bothers me to this very day; they never did, and never would tell me…who Naughty Time really was.

Oh, that reminds me. That’s what we ended up calling our new business, “Naughty Time Massage,” has a nice ring to it don’t you think?

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