Chapter 3: The Unexpected Visitor

At that moment, Auntie Leiah walked in, wearing a tight blouse and designer jeans, her entrance like a storm in our quiet aftermath. “Hey guys, what’s going on?” she asked, looking amused.

“Nothing,” I said too quickly, my heart racing. Mom coughed, moving to the sink, her jewelry still sparkling, accusing.

Auntie Leiah grinned, looking between us. “Nothing, huh? Then why does it smell like a fucking brothel in here?” The morning light highlighted her playful eyes, casting long shadows that danced with our secrets.

Mom blushed, stammering, “I-I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Her hand still touched the cross, seeking some absolution.

Auntie Leiah walked over, licking a stray drop of cum from Mom’s mouth, the act bold in the sacred space of our kitchen, a blasphemy against the holy decor.

My cock twitched back to life at the sight, the thrill of being caught adding fuel to our fire. Mom gasped, her eyes wide with shock but also arousal, the tension thick.

Auntie Leiah turned to me, her gaze predatory. “So, birthday boy, care to share your present?”

The tension was electric as I looked between them, my mind racing. Mom bit her lip, excitement in her eyes, her jewelry sparkling in the light.

“Well?” Auntie Leiah pressed, her hand trailing down Mom’s arm, inviting more sin. “What do you say we make this a real fucking party?”

I swallowed, my voice rough with desire. “I’d say ... happy fucking birthday to me.” My eyes flickered to the picture of Mom, Auntie Leiah, and Nancy, their church outfits a stark contrast.

With that, Auntie Leiah kissed Mom, their lips meeting with hunger. I watched, entranced, as they made out, the sounds mixing with the kitchen’s hum like a dirty hymn. When they broke apart, both looked at me with eager grins, the chandelier casting a divine glow on them.

“Come on, birthday boy,” Mom cooed, reaching for my hand, her ring catching the light, a reminder of broken vows. “Let’s take this upstairs.”

As we went, the hallway lined with family photos judged us silently, each step a descent into more forbidden territory. The master bedroom was opulent, ready for our next act.

My cock was hard again as I followed them, Mom and Auntie Leiah’s hands interlocked, their bond now visible. Auntie Leiah swayed in her jeans, each step a promise, her blouse silk against her skin, Louboutins clicking like a countdown.

Mom matched her, her dress a tease, each movement seductive. Her jewelry and designer clothes shone, adding to the forbidden allure. The staircase was grand, leading us higher into desire, the portraits silent witnesses. The chandelier above us cast prismatic light, highlighting their seduction.

Once in the bedroom, clothes flew off, each piece discarded like shedding sins. Mom’s breasts spilled out, the light catching her necklace before it fell on the bed, the cross a silent judge. Auntie Leiah revealed her lingerie, then her bare ass, each move a performance. Her pussy was a sight to behold, framed by a neat landing strip of dark pubic hair, her lips full and glistening with anticipation, the inner folds darker, promising depths of pleasure.