Chapter 11

I picked up Heather Saturday morning, and helped her move her belongings into our new house. We were finally a family living under the same roof. Tears welled in her eyes when she discovered Stacy was pregnant and once again we had a party celebrating the latest development.

Determined more than ever to assist her mother, Heather insisted we spend Sunday at her parents’ home, knowing Frank was at his brother’s place again. We worked in the garden, showered, and made out in the living room before she led me into her bedroom. Leaving the door open, she rode me and after cumming two times, she grunted and chanted louder while increasing her pace. She faced the headboard, while I maintained a view of the open door.

“Shouldn’t we close the door?” I asked, concerned about the racket we were making.

“No,” she insisted. “I want to show her what she’s missing. It’ll make it easier to talk to her.” She resumed fucking while becoming more vocal and screamed, “I’m cumming again. Push it into me, baby! Fuck me hard!”

After she loudly shrieked several times, my eyes caught movement at the door and I saw her mother peeking in, her eyes locked onto her daughter fucking herself on my prick. I thrust up, causing Heather to grunt and wail with delight, her orgasm overtaking her. My prick flooded her pussy with a load of hot cum, while her groin lewdly slapped against mine, our juices splattering onto our bodies.

She fell on top of me, breathing heavily, relishing the post-coital bliss. Caressing her back, I stated, “Your mom witnessed your last orgasm.”

“Great,” she replied. “It’s time for me to have a discussion with her.”

Slipping on a robe, she left for the living room, in search of her blushing mother. I snuck out and remained hidden to overhear their conversation.

“Sorry about the noise, Mom,” Heather apologized. “I thought I could be quieter, but the third orgasm was stronger than ever.”

“Can we talk?” Mary asked. “Or should we go into another room so Ryan won’t hear us?”

“He’s passed out. I guess I wore him out,” Heather giggled.

“Did you say you experienced three orgasms?” her mother asked, incredulously.

“It’s pretty normal, Mom. Don’t you experience that many with Dad?”

Mary stammered, “No, we haven’t had sex for over ten years. Seeing you and Ryan reminds me of the love we shared early in our marriage. I didn’t realize how much I missed it until I saw you tonight.”

“That’s horrible, Mom,” Heather replied, consoling her mother. “Have you sought medical help?”

“No,” Mary quickly responded. “Frank was wonderful for the first few years, but his sex drive quickly vanished. I didn’t mind because I was busy raising you, and I love him so much that I thought I could live without it.”

“You’re a beautiful woman and your sex drive is peaking,” Heather stressed. “You should discuss it with Dad and try to find a solution. It could be as simple as a Viagra pill. I want you to experience the same kind of joy I feel when I’m with Ryan. Promise me you’ll talk it over with Dad.”

“You’re absolutely right,” Mary concurred. “I’ll have a conversation with him tonight. It’s been difficult for me because I love him deeply, and I don’t want to cause him any distress.”

Heather empathetically reassured her mother, saying, “I know Dad, and I believe he’ll understand. Keep me informed about how it goes, and remember that I’m here to support you in any way I can.”

Heather returned to me, smiling and confident she had made progress. After dressing, Heather left for her college apartment while I drove home.

Tuesday night, Heather messaged me, “Can you call me?”

She answered immediately. “Hi, sweetie,” I greeted her. “What’s up?”

She replied, “I had a long talk with Mom tonight, after she discussed her sexual desires with Dad. He told her that he completely understood that her needs were not being met. He still loves her, but has no desire to have sex with her and doesn’t want to seek help.”

“I’m sorry to hear that,” I responded, conveying genuine empathy. “How did your mom react when Frank expressed his views?”

“She told him that although she loves him dearly, she needs some intimate attention in order to thrive. He expressed that he’d be fine if she took on a lover to tend to her needs. He wasn’t mad but truly concerned with her emotional well-being. She asked me for advice, confiding in me that it scares her to initiate a relationship with anyone. I told her I’d think of something, although, I have no idea how to help her. I’ll work on a solution, but for now, I have to return to my studies. Talk to you later. Love you.”

She hung up before I could respond. I related our conversation with Mom and she expressed her support for whatever Heather and I decided to do.

Frank summoned me to his office on Thursday, shaking my hand firmly when I entered. “Have a seat, Ryan.” Sitting behind his majestic desk, he stated, “You’ve had a great couple of weeks so far. I’m impressed with how well you’ve fit in. That’s not why I brought you here, though. Do you know how to dance?”

His question surprised me, thinking he would continue with my performance review. “Barely, like four steps, maybe.”

“That’s enough,” Frank replied. “If you’re free tonight, I’d like you to go out to a dance club.”

“Heather won’t return until Saturday. Do you want me to drive you and Mary to a club?”

“That’s the story I’m telling Mary,” Frank replied, his voice tinged with a hint of weariness. “She’s been quite persistent in her efforts to persuade me to go out. Honestly, I have no desire to join her, but I find it difficult to express that directly. I’d like you to show up to drive us at six. At the last minute, I’ll gracefully bow out, providing you with the opportunity to accompany her, instead. I understand that it might seem unusual for an employer to make such a request, but this is purely a family matter, unrelated to business.”

I nodded understandingly, assuring him, “No problem at all. I may not be the best dancer, but I can certainly drive her to the club. And who knows, once we’re there, maybe someone will be there to partner with her.”

Frank’s gratitude was evident in his response, his voice filled with relief. “Thank you, Ryan. I knew I could rely on you. Your willingness to help means a great deal to me.”

As I settled back at my desk, I promptly messaged Heather to convey her father’s request. She quickly replied, saying her Mom’s romantic, dancing suggestion stemmed from their conversation. She added, “She’s really looking forward to going out and meeting new people. I trust you to take good care of her and make her feel special. By the way, she uses coconut-based shampoo for her hair, and her go-to perfume is Vanilla Lace from Victoria’s Secret. You might want to compliment her on those.”

“Thanks. I’ll let you know how it goes tonight,” I wrote back.

We chatted for a while before I left for home. After telling Mom my plans, she agreed with Heather’s advice and wished me luck.

I arrived ten minutes early, and when Mary opened the door, I was immediately captivated by her stunning appearance. Her billowy skirt’s hemline rode several inches above her knees, a clear indication that she was ready for a night of dancing. The top two buttons of her blouse were undone, displaying the luscious valley between her full breasts. Her eyes shimmered with anticipation, reflecting the fervent excitement of going out for the night.

“Hi, Ryan. You’re a little early, but please come in and wait in the living room,” she greeted me warmly.

As I was about to take a seat, Frank hurriedly entered the room, a sense of urgency in his voice. “I’m sorry, but work just called, and there’s an unexpected situation that requires my immediate attention,” he explained regretfully.

Mary’s expression instantly transformed from excitement to disappointment, her heart clearly breaking at that moment. “That’s unfortunate,” she sighed, clearly crestfallen. “I could wait for you to return. I’d still like to go out.”

Frank intervened compassionately. “I’m afraid it’s going to demand my presence all night. It would be a shame for you not to go out and enjoy yourself. Ryan, would you mind taking Mary out for a dance or two?”

I responded without hesitation, assuring Frank, “No problem at all, Frank. I don’t have any other plans. I’d be happy to accompany her.”

Mary paused for a moment, her emotions caught between disappointment and the potential for a different kind of enjoyment. Eventually, she relented, realizing that the evening could still hold some joy. “Okay, I guess it could still be fun,” she agreed, her voice carrying a hint of hope.

During the drive, we engaged in light conversation, before she broached the topic of the night’s events, asking, “You don’t dance, do you?”

I chuckled and replied, “Not really. My mom taught me just enough to get by at prom.”

Mary’s face registered a clear distaste for the idea of a dance club without her husband. “There’s no way I’m going to some grungy club, where a bunch of men will be pawing at me. How about if you pick a nice restaurant instead? We can simply go out to eat,” she suggested, her tone indicating her preference.

Letting out a sigh of relief, I responded, “Thank you, I was worried you might want me to attempt dancing, especially with you wearing heels. I knew I’d end up toppling you over. Let’s dine at the same restaurant I took Heather to on our first date.”

Mary’s eyes lit up, a smile gracing her lips. “That sounds wonderful! Do you mean the date when you re-created the prom? It’ll be quite an experience to share something similar with my daughter,” she replied, clearly excited about the prospect.

As I parked the car, I gentlemanly opened the door for Mary, just as I had done with her daughter. Stepping inside the restaurant, we were greeted by the familiar face of the hostess, who immediately recognized me. “Hi Ryan, your favorite table is available, if you’d like it,” she informed me.

“Thanks, that’ll be perfect,” I replied with a grateful smile.

Mary opted for a glass of wine to accompany her meal, while I chose iced tea. Our conversation flowed naturally, ranging from my experiences in my new position to the ideas we had discussed about her garden. Throughout the evening, she kindly offered me a few sips of her wine, but I politely declined. As we savored our desserts, Mary leaned back in her chair, requesting a refill of her wine to help her unwind before heading home.

My mind flashed back to when Heather sat across from me, her beauty similar to her mother’s. It was difficult not to get caught up in the moment, sitting across from such a vibrant, desirable woman. My thoughts were interrupted when Mary broke the silence.

“I’m genuinely enjoying myself,” Mary confessed, her sincerity evident in her voice. “It’s such a treat to dine out once in a while. I’m going to make an effort to persuade Frank to take me out at least twice a week.” Taking a sip, she extended a friendly offer. “Wouldn’t you like a glass of wine before we leave? Their house wine is truly exceptional.”

“No. Thanks, Mary,” I declined graciously. “Tonight has been enjoyable for me, too. It reminds me of the week we spent together house-hunting. Good memories.”

On the way to the car, she intertwined her arm with mine and pulled me close. I wondered if the wine had hit her harder than expected. She commented, “It’s a shame you missed going to the real prom with Heather. It’s always nice to dance with your date.”

“Fortunately, we were still able to get in one dance,” I said, relating how I had improvised the night I took Heather out.

“Show me, Ryan. I want the full experience my daughter had that night. Please?” she asked, with the same cute, pleading look her daughter had often used to soften my heart.

“Sure, but I warned you that I’m not very good,” I replied.

Turning on the CD as before, She immediately held me, knowing the dancing position better than anyone. We remained apart, wary of my awkward feet and the fact she wore heels. When our pace slowed, she pulled me closer, pressing our bodies together for a slow dance. Our heads rested on each other’s shoulders as we swayed back and forth.

Inhaling, I said, “The coconut shampoo you use is a wonderful complement to your vanilla-scented perfume.”

Her hands pulled me tighter and she whispered, “Thank you so much. It’s nice to hear a compliment from a partner. I can only imagine how much Heather enjoyed your impromptu dance.” She pulled back and gazed into my eyes. Her full lips begged for a kiss, but I refrained, afraid of starting something I’d regret later on.

Releasing her, I held open the door for her before driving her home. Walking her to the door, I could see the house was dark. Frank hadn’t returned yet. “Goodnight, Mary. I had a great time tonight.”

I turned to leave when she said, “Wait.” Facing her, she walked up and whispered, “I told you before that I wanted to experience everything my daughter did, including a goodnight kiss.”

I aimed for her cheek, but she moved her head to kiss me on the lips at the last second. The sweet taste of her full lips sent shivers down my spine, reminding me of the kiss with Heather in the same exact spot. Too soon, she leaned back and croaked, “Goodnight, Ryan.”

Upon returning home to a dimly lit house, I navigated with care until I reached the master bedroom. A soft glow emanated from a bed lamp situated on the far side of the bed. There was a lump under the covers, but I wasn’t sure if it was Mom or Stacy, as their head was under the sheet. I quickly undressed and crawled into bed. Feeling her body shift, I snuggled up next to her and wrapped my arm around her torso, my hand finding a bare breast, unlike Mom’s or Stacy’s. Pressing my nose against her neck, I inhaled and instantly recognized her alluring scent. “Aunt Terri?”

She turned to face me and kissed me. “Welcome home, Ryan. My sisters are spending the night in the other bedroom. You’re all mine tonight and I can’t wait to feel that big prick stuffed into my pussy.”

She delicately traced her fingers across my chest, a gentle exploration that sent a shiver down my spine while we passionately kissed. I cupped and squeezed her tits, my fingertips pinching and teasing her rock-hard tips. She groaned in my mouth, while her body bumped and ground against mine. Her horny, lustful condition transformed my prick to stone. Shoving me flat on my back, she straddled me and gripped my hard prick. She yanked and twisted, as if she wanted to jerk it off my body. Her shortened breaths and frantic stroking portrayed her unbridled lust.

Raising her pelvis, she momentarily hovered over my upright staff before lowering, until my entire length was ensconced in her tight, juicy sheath. Her walls tightened around my pole and when her hips rose, it felt like her clinging sleeve was attempting to dislodge my cock from my body. Plunging down to my root until my balls nestled against her groin, she grunted, “Fuck, that’s deep. I love your big prick.”

Her fingers dug into my chest while she bounced on my granite-hard cock with a fervor I’d experienced only from my mother. Her cries of passion increased in intensity as her movements became more erratic. Afraid she was going to fall off, I gripped her waist. Stacy’s comments came to my mind as my fingertips nearly touched when my hands squeezed her tiny waist. “I’ve got you, Auntie,” I reassured my horny aunt. “Hump me hard and pound that pussy down on my cock, your nephew’s cock.”

Her pace quickened while a sheen of sweat covered her body. Her body burned with unbridled passion as she neared her climax. Ten strokes later, she threw her head back, growled, and grunted, “So damn good. I’m cumming on your big cock.” Hot sex juices bathed my cock, flowing down and soaking my pubic hair. She continued to slam down, splattering a copious amount of her cum onto our thighs.

When her body relaxed, she pulled off, which caused my cum-coated cock to lewdly smack against my stomach. She straightened her legs and lowered herself on top of me. We kissed as lovers, gently at first, increasing in intensity when her tongue danced with mine. I stroked her smooth, sweaty back and brushed against the sides of her smashed breasts with each pass.

Her body revived and began squirming. “Roll me to the bottom, Ryan. It’s time you took over. I love it when you take charge of my body,” she uttered, her voice dripping with carnal lust.

“Anything for my hot aunt,” I replied. Reversing positions, she immediately raised her knees and spread her legs out wide. Sliding my cock to the bottom of her slick pussy, I lowered down and rested on my elbows, squeezing her tits while kissing her. Gazing into her lust-filled face, I said, “Your eyes are so beautiful.”

She giggled and replied, “You say that every time we’re together.”

“I’m sorry, Auntie. I can’t help it,” I apologized.

“Don’t ever stop,” she replied. “I love to hear you say it. You turn me on when your eyes devour my body and your gentle hands touch me like I’m a delicate flower. I feel like such a desirable woman when I’m with you. It makes me want to submit to you and do whatever I can to please you.”

I slowly stroked my cock in and out of her pussy while we intermittently kissed and spoke in hushed voices. “You’re beautiful, sexy and charming. You could have any man you desire,” I stressed, jabbing in deeply to emphasize my point.

Her upright thighs squeezed my hips, slowing my pace. “There’s only one man’s cock that will ever enter my pussy and that’s my nephew’s. Tell me, has your mother ever asked you to fuck her hard, rather than make love to her?”

That was an easy question as she often requested a fast and furious fuck when she was horny for her son’s cock. “Definitely,” I replied. “I love it when a woman expresses her desires, so I can more easily fulfill her needs.”

“Ryan, fuck me the way you do to your mother when she wants a pounding,” she begged. “Don’t be gentle. Fuck me hard!”

“With pleasure,” I promised. When I pushed her knees forward, her hands extended and replaced mine, folding her legs until they were smashed against the sides of her breasts. Gripping her shoulders, I thrust my cock in so hard that she squealed with delight. My fingertips dug into the soft depressions on the top of her shoulders and pulled her body onto my piston. She humped and gyrated to meet my thrusts, filling the room with loud flesh-on-flesh slapping sounds.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” she howled. “You’re driving me crazy. Keep plowing into me. I’m your mother now. Fuck me harder!” Her juices flowed freely, spurting out each time my balls slapped against her. Flexing my hips, I drove into her, forcing her to grunt and expel the air out of her lungs with each thrust. Her expression was one of carnal rapture, the same as I had seen on my mother when she experienced the wrath of her son.