Love for my mom – 2

Thus, they had their respective cunts pressed tightly against each other, lips to lips. Holding hands, fingers entwined, interlocked, they lay grinding against one another. It was the sound of their pants, their moans, and their cries of mutual enjoyment that had finally filtered through the fugue of my own carnal bliss. Now rolling over onto my side, my pussy still throbbing internally from the spastic, liquid release it had felt. I gazed upon their sweet coupling,

listening to the sounds of their own wet cunt-kisses as they ground against one another, slipping and sliding freely, even laughing at times. I now sat up, the temptation too great to ignore, one hand on my mother’s breast, the other on my aunt’s now petting, tweaking and enjoying the subtle differences in their hard, yet pliable nipples.

They both moaned even more pleasurably, now thrusting against one another as though each of them had some sort of an invisible cock, and proceeded to climax almost simultaneously as I sat there beside them looking on, almost coming again myself just from doing so.

**

We lay there together afterwards, simply touching or kissing at times, though talking a lot. I even shared with my Aunt how the whole thing came about in the first place, the fantasies I’d had about mom throughout the course of the years. How it had all started out on the oddest of days even.

Aunt Stella laughed. “Must run in the family,” she said.

“What do you mean?”

“That night, after you’d gone to bed, I was sitting in your mom’s bedroom holding her, comforting her. That was when she reached out, held my breast in her hand. Something she hadn’t done in years. She just held onto it, cried a bit, and we then fell into bed together and slept. We made love for the first time in years that very next morning. I even asked her what had gotten into her. All I remember her saying was, something she said you did for her when she most needed it.”

I looked at mom. She was crying, I was crying, Aunt Stella was crying.

And I knew then, we’d all be fondling a lot of breasts, plus a whole lot more from this day forward.

End