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Mother's New Family

Copyright© 2023 by MrCurrie

Chapter 4

Incest Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Desiring a clean break, a Mother establishes a new family circle when her marriage falls apart.

Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Heterosexual   Incest   Mother   Son   Aunt   Grand Parent  

Waking up to the smell of breakfast, I realized Mom had beat me out of bed again. We ate and as Mom cleaned up the table, she instructed, “Change out of your robe. We’re having company in a bit.”

A few minutes after ten, Mom met a lady at the door and led her into the living room. They began discussing the sale of our house. Mom was already implementing our plan. The real estate lady explained to Mom how it would sell better if we removed some of the clutter before showing.

Mom said it wouldn’t be a problem because we were moving upstate to live with her mother until we purchased a home. They agreed on a few items that would remain to better show the house, but everything else would be moved out. They worked out the remaining details, and Mom signed the necessary paperwork to list the house on the market.

After she left, we went out to a nice restaurant to celebrate. During lunch, she laid out her plans for moving out in the next few days. She already had a moving company picked out to relocate our belongings to a storage facility near Gram’s house. If nothing else, Mom was efficient.

Once we finished lunch, Mom drove us to the mall. Once inside, she said, “I’m going to pick up some thigh-high stockings. What colors do you think would look good?”

“Mom, your bare legs are gorgeous. You don’t need to wear anything. But if you do, I don’t really have a color preference.”

“I’ll get two sets, of different colors, and try them both. Meet me at the storefront in ten minutes. It won’t take long,” Mom said as she briskly walked to the store. Leisurely strolling through the mall, I made it to our agreed rendezvous as Mom emerged, carrying a shopping bag.

We returned home and Mom wasted no time in escorting me to each room asking my advice on what items we should pack up for the moving company. More than an hour passed when Mom glanced at the clock and told me to take my shower. She insisted I use my old bathroom in case she wanted to jump in the master.

I retrieved my robe and underwear and was on the way to my old room when Mom approached me. Grabbing my underwear, she smiled and said, “You won’t be needing these.”

The hot water felt great and I spent longer than normal before shutting off the faucet. It didn’t take long to dry off and throw on my robe. My prick was already hardening, fantasizing about what Mom had in mind.

Walking out of my old room, I heard Mom talking to someone. I wondered if I should go back in and put on some clothes, when Mom yelled, “Dan, come out here. We have company.”

“Hi Dan,” my aunt greeted me as I walked in. She rose and held out her arms for a hug. She didn’t pull me close, probably because I wore a robe and she didn’t want to embarrass me. My prick hardened as visions of my nude aunt getting fucked by Dad flashed through my mind.

Aunt Diana looked uncomfortable and worried. I wonder if Dad had disclosed to her that Mom knew about their affair. Once we sat down, Mom explained, “I asked my sister to come here tonight to help me out. I’ll soon be single again and I’d like to update my wardrobe, since I’ve been out of the loop. Diana is still dating and I trust her judgment on how to attract men. Will you help me, Sis?”

My aunt’s expression turned to relief when Mom didn’t mention her affair. Realizing her secret was safe, she immediately replied, “Of course, Denise. You’re not going to have any trouble attracting men, though. You’re still gorgeous.”

“Thanks, Sis. I’m mostly lacking confidence. I bought several new outfits I’d like to try on and see if they’re current.”

Not knowing exactly how I fit in, I offered, “Mom, I can stay in my study while you two discuss your wardrobe.”

Mom replied, “Not so fast, Mister. You’re old enough now to appreciate women’s attire. You can tell me if my clothes look okay for dating. In fact, to compare different styles, Diana and I will wear different outfits. You will be the judge, picking the more appealing as the winner.”

Diana looked surprised and I could tell she had no idea it was what Mom had planned for her. She didn’t say anything, probably still relieved she had narrowly avoided an uncomfortable confrontation with her older sister.

Mom told me to stay put as she led Diana down the hall to get dressed. I wondered how long it had been since they’d seen each other nude. Maybe sisters weren’t shy around each other like men.

Ten minutes later, they strolled out. Diana wore a sundress while Mom’s selection was a skirt and blouse combination. More of Mom’s legs showed, being taller than my aunt. Mom spun around, showing the sides and back of the outfit. When she was done, she told Diana to do the same so I could judge.

Having seen both women nude, it was hard not to visualize them naked instead of seeing which outfit looked best. Mom’s pleated skirt made her legs look sexier though, swaying my decision as I announced she was the winner.

Mom smiled and noted, “This skirt allows more leg to show than her dress. Maybe it’s good if I want to attract a leg man. We need a better comparison. Come on, Diana We’re going to switch to both of us wearing skirts.”

Another ten minutes, and when they returned, Mom wore the same outfit while Diana had on a similar skirt, but wore a thinner blouse, her blue bra visible underneath. The other difference was they both wore thigh-high stockings, obviously from Mom’s latest purchase.

Mom’s were black while Diana’s matched her blue bra. I thought Mom’s legs looked fine bare, but the stockings did enhance their beauty. They modeled again and asked me which outfit won. Giving no reason, I picked Diana because of the sexy, thin blouse.

Mom hesitated as if she were trying to figure out why I picked Diana when she remarked, “Maybe the stockings swayed your opinion. Let’s try it without them. Come here, Dan. Help me.”

Unsure of how I was supposed to assist her, she held her skirt against her leg. “Go ahead, take them off.” Kneeling down, I reached out to hold Mom’s leg. Diana’s eyes widened, watching my hands travel up Mom’s leg.

Diana breathed in deeply, observing my hands disappear under Mom’s skirt. Several inches above her hemline, I found the top of her stocking. It was too far below her crotch for me to sneak a feel of her furry treasure. Grabbing the top, I pulled it down and off her foot. After repeating the process to remove the other one, she looked at Diana’s legs and said, “Be a nice nephew and do the same for your aunt.”

My aunt looked shocked at Mom’s suggestion but didn’t object. Mom’s leverage, as an older sister, still worked. Diana’s skirt ended at her knees, prompting me to start there. Running my hands up her thigh, I explored her firm, thinly covered thigh as I searched for the top of her stocking. The thigh-highs were sized for my longer-legged Mom, resulting in riding much higher on her sister.

Mom knew that when she bought them. She was some kind of master seductress. First her mom and now her sister. Thinking back to Dad’s plan, I suspected Mom had orchestrated our original seduction. My attention focused back to Diana’s leg when I discovered the top of her stocking. Wrapping my hands around her thigh to pull it down, the side of my hand hit the leg band of her silky panties.

Diana quickly inhaled as my fingers wrapped around her bare, firm thigh, dangerously close to her pussy. I slowly pulled her stocking down, ensuring my exploring hands were in full contact with her luscious leg. After it was removed, I ran my hand up her other leg. Knowing where the top would be, I moved up faster when I was near her groin. Going too high, my hand on the inside of her thigh, collided with her panty-clad, shaved gash.

My hand came away moist after coming into contact with her puffy, steaming snatch. Moving back down to her stocking top, I stammered, “Sorry Diana, guess I misjudged.”

Looking up, I saw her blushing but quiet. I took my time rolling her stocking down, keeping as much contact as I could with her leg flesh before finishing.

Standing back up, I scanned both women as if I were judging them again. Remembering the moment my hand hit my aunt’s covered pussy definitely swayed my decision. I announced Diana as the winner. Mom didn’t appear upset, remarking that she was glad the stockings didn’t matter.

Mom continued, “Okay, enough for showing my dating attire. The next help I need is when we proceed to the next step in a relationship. I’m not sure which nightie looks the best on me. Follow me, Diana. We have more modeling to do.”

Diana didn’t hesitate, unsuccessfully masking her joy as she sexily smiled. She enjoyed Mom’s fake pageant, still relieved that her illicit affair appeared to be safe. Settling myself into a chair, I nervously anticipated the arrival of the two sexy ladies cloaked in skimpy negligees. Shifting my cock so it could comfortably expand was the final step before they emerged.

Mom appeared first, clad in a blue nightie with a hemline less than six inches below her crotch. Diana’s was black and since it was Mom’s size the hemline was lower, showing less thigh. Neither garment was see-through but were pulled tight against their chests. My aunt’s bra pushed out a little further than Mom’s. Recalling the sex video, I remembered that her tits were larger.

They modeled again and I picked Mom’s nightie. Mom smiled widely and said, “Is it the color or because more of my thigh is exposed?”

Unknowing what she wanted me to say, I hesitated and started to speak, but Mom interrupted me. “We should find a shorter nightie for Diana in order to have the same amount of leg showing.” Maneuvering behind my aunt, she reached down to grab her sister’s hemline. Slowly lifting it, she exposed more of my aunt’s firm thighs until her panties were barely hidden. “Something like this would probably work, don’t you think?”

Nodding in approval, my gaze focused on Diana’s sexy thighs. Mom dropped the nightie, gripped my aunt’s hand, and led her down the hall for another change.

They paraded back out with the same amount of leg showing, both wearing see-through nighties. Mom’s silky black fabric was tighter as her tits pushed out the material. Her light blue bra and panties were visible beneath the thin material.

My aunt was adorned in a pink nightie. It buttoned down in front and I noticed her top two buttons were undone. Her larger breasts wouldn’t allow the top buttons to be fastened, exposing the insides of her meaty globes pushing above her black bra.

Thankfully, I was sitting down, my prick becoming painfully hard watching these two sexy women model for me. Mom noticed my eyes locked onto Diana’s sexy display.

“This still isn’t fair. I’ll be right back,” Mom said as she headed to the bedroom. This gave me time to leer at my blushing aunt. She had no clue I was mentally reviewing the sex scenes of her and Dad.

Minutes later, Mom returned. She had removed her bra allowing her stiff nipples to poke out the thin material. Diana and I ogled Mom’s sexy display. Breaking the silence, Mom ordered, “Come feel the material, Dan. My nightie is silk and should be slicker than the one Diana is wearing.”

Taking care to keep my robe closed, I moved to Mom and clutched a section of material below her breasts. Running the silky material between my fingers, I croaked, “Very smooth.”

Mom held my hand and pressed it against her skin. Caressing her soft stomach with our joined hands, she muttered, “See how it moves on my skin? It’s soothing, isn’t it?”

Fondling Mom in front of my aunt increased the sexual tension in the room, elevating everyone’s breathing rate. Leaning down to nestle my nose between her covered breasts, I inhaled her intoxicating scent. “The material doesn’t smell bad, either. Sweet and appealing.”

Diana’s eyes widened while witnessing my inappropriate interaction with my mother. Mom grabbed the back of my head and pulled me tightly, as my hands roamed up closer to her breasts. Wondering if I should cup Mom’s soft globes, I decided to stop a few inches below them, savoring the moment. Mom broke the silence as she looked over at Diana and said, “It really is an unfair comparison since one of us is wearing a bra.”

Diana took her eyes off our lurid display and without saying anything quickly pranced back to the bedroom. As I stared at the backs of my aunt’s sexy legs, I cupped and squeezed Mom’s breasts.

Mom sighed, “This is what you should be doing to your horny aunt.”

“She doesn’t seem to be resisting much. I’d sure like to hold those beauties,” I responded, squeezing her tits.

Mom smiled and lightly kissed me. “Honey, she’s been leaking from the moment you bumped her horny pussy. She’s getting off showing her sexy body to her nephew, especially in front of her sister. Did you see the way she ran back to our room? She can’t wait to proudly expose her bare tits to you. You could have fucked her before our nightie show. I’ve been having fun teasing, but soon enough you’ll both have what you want - each other.”

Mom undid my robe belt and reached in to firmly grasp my hard cock. “And if she feigns modesty, give her something to occupy her hands.” Emphasizing her meaning, she stroked my shaft several times.

Hearing my aunt closing the door, Mom pulled my robe closed. Withdrawing, I focused my attention on my aunt’s big tits jiggling as she strode out to join us. The material was tightly pressed against her full mounds and the dark edges of her areolas peeked out. Mom saw my eyes lustfully leering at her sister’s tits. When Diana stopped to present her sexy wares, Mom uttered, “I have one more thing to do.”

On her way to our room, she yelled, “Dan, see if you can tell the difference in the material my sister is wearing.”

My aunt’s sexy nightie heaved up and down as her breathing rate accelerated, anticipating the same treatment as Mom received. Approaching close enough to inhale her perfumed scent, I reached out to fondle my aunt’s horny body. Running my hands along the edge of the soft material, her panting grew in intensity as her body fidgeted. My fingertips scraped across her exposed skin as I drew closer to her covered mounds of tit flesh.

I whispered, “This fabric is fine, but your skin is much more appealing — firm and smooth. You’re really sexy.”

Moving my hand under her nightie, I slowly felt my way up her trembling body. As I started to cup her breast, she moved her hand up, stopping my progress, and scolded, “Your mother will be right back.”

Moving closer, she didn’t see my other hand part my robe, freeing my prick. Walking into her, my hard pole pushed into her soft stomach. Her breasts heaved as she gasped for air. One hand went down to firmly wrap around my shaft. Her other hand enclosed my bloated head and held on tightly as if fearing it would escape.

With her hands exploring my exposed cock, my hand was free to squeeze and caress her bare tit. She moaned as I played with her meaty globe.

I whispered, “God, your tits are perfect. Firm and sexy.”

“And you’re really hard and big. My nephew has grown into a real hunk,” she gasped.

When she saw me leaning in for a kiss, she met my mouth, licking my lips with her moist tongue. We kissed passionately as we groped each other’s bodies. Less than a minute went by when we heard Mom yell, “Danny, can you come here and help me.”

Reluctantly I pulled back to see my aunt’s lust-filled eyes turn to disappointment due to her sister’s interruption. She released my cock and I closed my robe to go see what Mom wanted.

As soon as I entered our bedroom, Mom kissed me while taking my robe off my shoulders and tossing it to the floor.

“It’s time,” is all she said as pushed me back on the bed. She spread my legs out and crawled onto my chest, straddling me. She turned around to face my feet and the open door. Leaning down, she lowered her hungry mouth down my pole. She groaned loud enough for Diana to hear in the other room. Slowly moving up and down, she put very little pressure on my sensitive dick wanting to save it for her younger sister.

Half a dozen strokes later, we heard Diana scream, “Denise, your own son! Good god, Sister. What are you doing?”

Unable to see her expression, her voice gave away her fake concern. She was playing along with Mom’s game. Pulling her mouth off my prick, Mom held it at the base and pointed it toward my aunt. She uttered, “Guess I won, because I ended up with the prize. Come take a closer look, Sis.”

The bed shook as my aunt crawled up between my legs. Diana leaned down, drawn to my slick shaft like a moth to light. Mom reached up and directed my aunt’s mouth down on my upright member. She stopped after the head popped past her lips, washing the tip with her tongue. Mom released my shaft knowing my aunt was in full control.

Mom moved off and stood at the side of the bed, watching my aunt feast on my cock. My aunt moaned as she sucked the top of my hard shaft. Her lust-filled eyes locked onto mine as she worshiped her new toy. Recalling that she took all of Dad’s manhood in her mouth, I felt retribution in knowing she could only take in several inches of my larger prick.

Mom’s face beamed as she moved behind Diana. Her hands reached up to my aunt’s shoulders, pulling the straps of her nightie off. Sliding it down her body, she completely removed it from her sister, tossing it to the side. Her hands traveled up and squeezed my aunt’s fat melons, resulting in an intensified humming on my spear.

“My poor sister. Look at your soaked panties. These have to go in the laundry.” Removing Diana’s wet underwear, she flung them on the discarded nightie. My aunt’s body shivered as Mom played with her sister’s aroused pussy.

“You’re horny aren’t you, little Sister? Let me help you out,” Mom murmured as she jammed three fingers deeply into Diana’s snatch. My aunt slowed down her sucking, attempting to catch her breath from having her pussy pummeled.

Pulling off my cock, she pressed her face into my stomach, rapidly breathing and groaning. Unable to see what Mom was doing, I could hear her madly finger fucking her sister.

“Crawl up and kiss my son. You owe him that much for causing him to be uncomfortably stiff through our modeling session,” Mom ordered. Diana complied, stopping every inch or two to suck in a mouthful of my hard flesh. She relished feasting on my toned physique, unlike my Dad’s out-of-shape body.

Mom kept fucking her sister as she shoved my aunt’s body further up my sweaty torso. When Diana neared my waiting mouth, I pulled her to me. Her tongue snaked its way into my mouth as we passionately kissed.

My groping hands cupped and squeezed her large, spongy breasts. Her moaning increased as Mom teased her clit, simultaneously pumping her fingers in and out of her aroused snatch.

Mom pulled her hand out of my aunt’s juicy pussy and gripped her ass. Pulling her up, she positioned my aunt’s excited box above my hard, eager prick and then nestled my fat cockhead at the entrance of her dripping hole. Remembering Mom’s warning about fucking smaller women and even mentioning Diana, I figured it’d take some time to fully insert my stiff rod.

Evidently, Mom had a different action plan as she rapidly shoved her sister’s pelvis down onto my sharp spear. Her slick cavern clung and gripped my cock as it traveled down my pole. Hot, thick fluid coated my buried shaft and I feared that I had ripped her apart and it was blood flowing down my pole. My concerns were quickly put aside when I felt her impaled pussy contracting on my slippery spear as she experienced her sudden and intense orgasm.

My aunt screamed in ecstasy as her tight pussy was suddenly filled with my steel-hard prick. Not able to keep her mouth on mine, she continued to whimper and moan as she experienced the intense sensations of pleasure.

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