Chapter 6

The next day, I arrived at Heather’s house ten minutes early and was welcomed by her dad. “Good afternoon, Mr. Everwood,” I greeted him.

He extended his hand and shook mine firmly. “Please, call me Frank. I’m impressed by how well you respect and treat my daughter,” he replied. Lowering his voice, he added, “You know, it was her mother’s idea to convince her to attend prom with Brad. I couldn’t stand that entitled little shit. You, on the other hand, are a far better man.”

I replied, “I appreciate your kind words, Frank. However, I’m sure your wife believed it was best for Heather’s future. Heather and I harbor no ill feelings about it. We both believe that everything works out in the end.”

Before her dad could reply, Heather walked past him, took my hand, and led me to the car. “Bye Daddy,” she called out.

As we headed toward the car, her father called out, “I expect you to take her out to eat after the museum.”

“We’re going to Roscoe’s on Main,” I answered.

“Great choice,” her dad responded with a smile. “Enjoy!”

Heather wore slacks and a blouse that I had seen her wear routinely at school — a much more conservative outfit compared to our prom date attire. It was a welcome change and allowed us to connect as we did years ago before we physically matured. It was enjoyable going through the exhibits with her, and before I knew it, we arrived at the restaurant, where we dined on a delicious meal.

As our conversation turned from the exhibit to possible future outings, a brief lull in the discussion gave me a chance to speak up. “I just wanted to say that I had a great time today,” I said. “It reminded me of the good times we had when we worked together in school. Thanks for inviting me out. I have to admit, it was a bit of a surprise, because I know how busy you are with your studies. But I appreciate it nonetheless.”

Her hand reached across the table and grasped mine, her warm gaze locking onto mine. “Do you remember when I first told you about your father cheating?”

Memories of our past conversations flooded back, and I couldn’t help but smile. “You mean that conversation about women making poor choices?” I asked.

She nodded, her smile growing wider. “Yeah, and you kidded me about Brad.”

I chuckled at the memory. “As I recall, you said you wouldn’t make that mistake.”

Her grip on my hand tightened. “I told you that I knew exactly who I wanted to be with,” she replied, her eyes shining. “And that person is you.”

I felt my face flush with a mix of excitement and embarrassment. Her admission was unexpected, but I couldn’t help but feel overjoyed. “I don’t know what to say. After I avoided and shunned you after prom night, I can’t believe we’re actually together again,” I said, my voice low.

She gave me a small smile. “I never lost hope of getting back together with you,” she said. “Time heals wounds, and I thought that after a year or two of being away at school, I would reconnect with you. When some of my friends told me about the pick-up bars you frequented and the different girls you were seeing, jealousy and the fear of losing you gripped me. That was when I decided to take a chance and call you from my roommate’s phone. And I’m so glad I did.”

Her words filled me with a sense of warmth and happiness. Even though we had been apart for a while, it was clear that our feelings for each other had never truly faded. “Me, too,” I replied, squeezing her hand.

As she leaned in closer, her expression turned serious. “When you told me you were ready to take things to the next level, I was overjoyed,” she whispered. “But then I impulsively did something stupid. I sent you that selfie of me in my nightie. I tried to delete it right away, but it was too late. It was totally out of character for me and I was so embarrassed for acting so boldly. I couldn’t sleep that night, worrying that you might show it to your friends or worse.”

Recalling Stacy drooling over Heather’s sexy picture, I felt a twinge of guilt at her words. “To be honest, there really wasn’t any need for it,” I admitted. “But I have to say, it was a nice touch. And you looked terrific in it.”

She blushed and quickly changed the subject, avoiding eye contact for the remainder of the meal.

On Tuesday night after our showers, we slipped on our robes and relaxed on the couch. Mom and Stacy flanked me and snuggled up close. Stacy snaked her hand into my robe and stroked my chest, while Mom caressed my hairy legs.

“There’s something we need to discuss with you, sweetheart,” Mom began.

“Of course, Mom,” I replied, sensing that the conversation might touch on my relationship with Heather.

Mom hesitated momentarily, and Stacy stepped in to provide clarity. “As it turns out, my parents had twins but believed they couldn’t provide for both children, so they made the difficult decision to give one up for adoption. That child was your mother.”

The weight of this revelation was considerable, and it took a moment for me to process it. “But I remember you mentioning you were born in different cities. Wouldn’t the birth certificates confirm that?” I inquired, still grappling with the startling news.

“The birth certificate had been altered, a practice known as an amended birth certificate, which can be changed to reflect the adoptive parents,” Mom explained. “The county clerk indicated that ordinarily, the birth city remains unaltered, but suggested that sometimes undisclosed payments were made to obscure the true origins. Now that my parents have passed away, I was permitted to access my original birth certificate. And, as it turns out, Stacy is your aunt.”

The revelation settled in, leaving me in a state of both wonder and realization.

Before I could comment, Stacy lowered her hand and gripped my cock. “You’ve been fucking your mother and your aunt this whole time. Doesn’t that make it even hotter?”

I grinned and agreed, “Like they say, incest is best.”

We all laughed and christened our new relationship with a night of familial sex.

Over the next month, Mom, Stacy, and I took in all the sights that the town had to offer. We strolled through the park, visited the local museums, and even took a day trip to the nearby beach. We capped off our adventures with a romantic dinner at a cozy restaurant. During the week, either Mom, Stacy, or both would ensure my horny prick was well taken care of. Stacy insisted I call her Auntie from then on and not Mommy. She said it excited her more, knowing her real relationship with me.

Careful to document every date with Heather in my journal, I knew Mom had read them, as she would comment about them in her diary. On Tuesday night, I read an intriguing post by Mom.

“Stacy approached me with a concern and I’m unsure of how to proceed. She wants to bear a child and would like Ryan to be the father. Heather and my son are becoming much closer, and I feel uncomfortable asking him. It’s one more complication that I don’t want to burden him with. I’ve made the decision not to disclose his aunt’s desires to my son. Stacy recently went off the pill and is fertile this week so she hasn’t been around, fearing he will impregnate her without his consent. I may have to arrange a way for them to discuss it.”

As I sat there, my mind began to wander, and I found myself thinking about Stacy’s absence. Mom had been right — Stacy’s pregnancy would only add another layer of complexity to our situation. She knew I’d read her journal, so the fear of disclosing Stacy’s desires was for naught. It was Mom’s method to discuss a delicate subject, allowing me to decide independently of her persuasive personality. For a moment, I considered jotting down my thoughts in my journal, but ultimately decided against it.

The following day, I was taken aback as my manager approached my desk, delivering unexpected news of an office remodeling. To my surprise, he granted me Thursday and Friday off. That evening, as I snuggled next to my mother on the couch, my phone suddenly chirped. It was a message from Heather. She wrote, “Hey, I have some time off tomorrow afternoon. If you have time, I could show you around the campus. I know it’s short notice and you probably can’t take time off work, so I’ll understand if you aren’t able to meet with me.”

Excitement coursed through me as I replied, “Actually, I got lucky this week. I have the next two days off. I’ll be there around one in the afternoon. Does that work for you?”

“Perfect. Thanks so much,” she replied, and promptly sent me her apartment’s address.

Mom, who had been sitting quietly through my texting with Heather, finally spoke up. “What’s going on, Ryan?”

I hesitated for a moment before replying, “I haven’t told you yet, but I have the rest of the week off. And now, Heather has invited me to tour the campus. I’d like to go and spend the night in a hotel since it’ll be a long day. What do you think?”

“It sounds like a fun time,” Mom chirped. “I’m unable to get the time off, but Stacy told me she’s free for the week and wanted me to go out shopping with her, but I can’t. How about if she keeps you company on the drive up and back? You two can take your time returning on Friday.”

The hair raised on the back of my neck as my suspicions rose. Was this Mom’s plan or Stacy’s? My thoughts drifted back to Mom’s diary and I wondered if she thought that during the drive, we could open up and discuss Stacy’s motherly urges. Without hesitating, I replied, “Sure, I’d love the company. Tell her I’ll pick her up at nine.”

“Excellent,” Mom said elatedly, smiled, and added, “I’ll make the hotel reservations and send the information to Stacy.”

Our conversation was lively on the way to Heather’s school, catching up on each other’s lives. However, the topic of Stacy’s desire to bear a child was never brought up. Due to a few unexpected delays, we arrived later than I had planned, and Stacy insisted that I drop her off at the hotel before heading to Heather’s apartment. Although she didn’t kiss me goodbye, I reminded myself that it was probably for the best since I didn’t want her to leave any scent on me, as my mother had warned.

Heather’s apartment was impressive, reflecting her family’s wealth. It was a spacious two-bedroom apartment with a large kitchen and living room. After Heather introduced me to her roommate, we started the campus tour as planned.

As we continued to walk around the meticulously groomed grounds, I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the unexpected time off and for the chance to spend it with Heather. The sun was setting by the time we finished our tour, and Heather suggested we grab dinner at a nearby restaurant before I headed back to my hotel.

Partway through our meal, I said, “Thanks for inviting me today. It’s a really nice campus.”

“Actually, it was your mother’s idea,” Stacy admitted. “She texted me and stated that you had some time off and was looking for something to do.”

“Really?” I asked, incredulously, trying to piece together the timetable. “When did she tell you?”

Scrolling through her messages, she replied, “Tuesday night.”

My suspicions were correct. It was before I even knew of my time off. Somehow Mom or Stacy had made arrangements with Terri. “Mom has always been a great matchmaker,” I said, trying to steer the conversation away from any further discussion of Mom’s involvement in my personal life. “I’m glad she suggested this. I’ve really enjoyed the day with you.”

Heather replied, “Me, too.”

After dropping Heather off at her apartment, I pondered as to how to approach my meeting with Stacy. Mom had arranged everything, so I could decide what to do. Little did she know that I had made my decision as soon as I read her diary entry.

Stacy had texted me the room number, and after a light knock, she answered. It looked like she had just taken her shower, her hair damp and wrapped with a towel. The thick hotel robe concealed whether she was nude underneath. It was a spacious two-room suite and after a light peck on the lips, I said, “It was a hot one today. I’m covered with sweat and can’t wait to take a shower.”

“Sure, I’ll wait in the other room while you remove your clothes,” Stacy replied, turned, and entered the bedroom. I wondered if she was trying to distance herself by not helping me undress as usual. Once nude, I strode into the bedroom where Stacy was on all fours, nude and ready for a doggy-fuck, her favorite position.

Her head and shoulders were flat on the mattress, with her smiling face turned toward me. She huskily croaked, “I love smelling your sweat and plan on adding a couple more layers. There’s really no need for a shower.” She invitingly shook her ass back and forth, while her widely spread legs framed her hairy pussy, glistening with anticipation.

My prick filled with blood and pointed toward its target — Stacy’s gaping gash. Crawling behind her, I gripped her hips and buried my cock deep into her hungry, slick snatch. I drilled her pussy rapid-fire, knowing that I was about to breed her. Her silky lining spewed out boiling-hot juice, swirling and coating my shaft with lubricating oil.

There was a reason it was her favorite position — she was good at it. She expertly twisted and churned her pussy to completely consume my prodding prick. Multiple orgasms were not unusual for her whenever I fucked her from behind, and this was no exception. Her body shivered and shook, experiencing waves of pleasure, while her pussy pulsed with minor quakes.

She groaned and shrieked far more than usual. I knew the cause of her excited state and was ready to push her over the edge. Holding her waist, I dug my fingers in and jerked her back on each stroke, my spongy, cockhead smashing against her cervix. She wailed and humped her ass higher, taking me deeper, while her pussy continued to spasm with one long orgasm.

She screamed, “I’m ready to explode! Fuck me hard!”

Feeling my balls fill with boiling-hot sperm, I exclaimed, “It’s time to give my horny aunt a baby! Cum on your nephew’s cock and let me flood your womb with sperm!”

Her pussy clenched tight as a vice and quivered along my length as she cried with carnal delight, “Oh God, yes! Fill your auntie with cum. Give me a baby, you motherfucker!” Her copious fluids splattered out onto my cum-filled balls which lewdly flopped against her mound.

She arched her back and bucked into my groin as ribbons of baby-making cream spurted from the tip of my jerking cock. Feeling my cum splash along her squeezing channel of pussy-flesh, she rocked her body, feeding her cunt onto my granite-hard prick. Her spasming pussy expertly milked my shooting hose, until I was completely drained.

After our intense joining, I withdrew and lay down beside her. She flipped over and faced me, her eyes filled with euphoric satisfaction. While enjoying our post-coital bliss, she asked, “Your mother told you, didn’t she?” She smirked, already aware of the answer.

“A mother and son have no secrets,” I replied, grinning. “I expect the same from my aunt. You must be completely open with me, holding nothing back. You know I’d do anything for you; you only need to ask.”

She smiled and said, “I’m new to the family, but I’ll learn to be better since I’ll be bearing a child, thanks to you.” Reaching over, she gripped my cock and croaked, “We have all night and a late check-out, as a gift from your mother. Let’s see how much cum you can deposit in me.” She grinned, mischievously and I knew I was in for another sexual marathon.

Several additional weeks elapsed while my courtship with Heather continued to flourish. Our kisses transformed into more intimacy, along with tighter hugs. Throughout our dates, I noticed a shift in Heather’s attire from conservative to flirty, with her shorter skirts showcasing her shapely legs.

Being an honors student, Heather bore the significant responsibility of delivering a paper one Saturday night. Overwhelmed by nervousness, she pleaded for my presence at the event, believing that it would offer her solace. Without a moment’s hesitation, I readily agreed, prompting my mother to arrange reservations at the same hotel for the sake of convenience.

Mom decided to accompany me on the drive, which made the time fly by as we talked non-stop on the way. After stopping by the hotel to drop Mom off, I drove to Heather’s apartment. She wore a plain blouse and unflattering slacks, but looked stunning, nonetheless. After a long kiss before entering the science hall, she murmured, “Thanks, I feel much more relaxed and should be okay.”

“You’ll do great,” I assured her. “You’re intelligent and an articulate speaker. And if that doesn’t work, you’ll dazzle them with your beauty.”

She giggled and gently kissed me. We sat in the front row and held hands until it was her turn on the stage. It didn’t surprise me that her speech was flawless, receiving a well-deserved round of applause when finished.

When we arrived back at her apartment, she unbuckled my seat belt before releasing hers. Turning to face me, she said, “I have to study all day tomorrow, but I appreciate you coming all the way here to see me.”

“I don’t mind at all,” I responded. “Your speech was perfect and went way smoother than your valedictorian address.”

She leaned in close and kissed me, her tongue darting into my mouth. We French kissed for several minutes before she pulled off and admitted, “The reason I felt uneasy during my high school commencement was because I spotted you in the crowd, and my mind was overwhelmed with the realization of what I had missed out on. Have you ever heard of the technique where you imagine people in the crowd naked?”

“I always thought that was a joke,” I replied.

Her hands nimbly unbuckled me, pulled down my zipper, and shoved my pants and shorts down, allowing my hard prick to pop up. Her hand firmly held it as she leaned in and whispered, “While I spoke tonight, my mind was thinking about this.”

She lowered and engulfed my purple head in her mouth. Holding my base, she sucked and fucked my stiff pole. My hands ran through her silky hair and massaged her scalp while she blew me. “God, that feels so good,” I groaned. Attempting to swallow my entire length, she choked and quickly pulled off. Inhaling deeply, she lowered again, sucking and stroking faster as if to make amends.

Fearing she might gag again, I guided her hand until she wrapped her fingers around my shaft, limiting the amount of cock her mouth could consume. Her tempo increased with renewed vigor, eager to please me. Feeling my balls churn, I warned her, “Heather, I’m ready to blow. You better release me.”

Rather than pull off, she increased her sucking and squeezed her hand tightly around my cock. Streams of cum flooded her mouth as my cock pulsed and spewed my balls’ contents. She struggled to swallow each spurt as I rapidly filled her mouth. When my prick ceased jerking, she licked my stem clean and kissed my tip.

When she rose to look at me, her eyes were filled with lust and love. “Damn, that was good,” I croaked. “I hope you have a lot more speeches in the future.”

She giggled and replied, “Cum is much tastier than I thought it would be. I’m sorry if it wasn’t the best you’ve received. I’m not very experienced, as it was my first blowjob.”

It was hard to believe such a hot girl hadn’t ever engaged in oral sex, my face reflecting my surprise.

“I’ve always wanted to experience it with someone special,” she responded. “You’re that person. Hopefully, with practice, I’ll get better.”

“You’ll hear no complaints from me,” I replied.

Seeing the clock on the dash, she said, “It’s late and I really have to go. Talk to you in a few days.”

She opened the door and as she exited, I said, “Good luck on your exams.” Whispering to myself, I added, “And thanks for the fantastic blowjob.”

Speeding to the hotel, I couldn’t wait to relate the latest events with Mom. She halted me when I got to the part of Heather lowering her mouth onto my cock. Tearing off our clothes, she threw me on the bed and told me to tell her everything. She tried to replicate Heather’s actions as I described it, but of course, she was much more experienced and better.

When I guided her hand to my stem as I had done to Heather, Mom moved my hand to the side and deepthroated me, taking my puffy head down her throat. She wasn’t about to deprive her son of a proper blowjob. Several minutes later, I erupted in Mom’s hot mouth.

When finished, she crawled up beside me, meshing her nude body against mine. “Mom, it wasn’t really a contest,” I said.

“I know, but I love feeling your entire prick jerk in my mouth,” she replied.

“Well, if it’s any consolation, you did win,” I said, and giggled. “And as a reward, I’m going to fuck you all night.”

Mom kissed me and said, “It’s all a mother could ask for.”

After a night of torrid sex, we drove home and resumed our normal routine. The week progressed at a snail’s pace, as I looked forward to spending the next weekend with Heather. On Wednesday, she texted me that she would be busy Saturday and Sunday, but wondered if I could meet her for dinner Friday night. I readily agreed.

That night, I informed Mom and asked, “Would you like to come with me again? We could make a weekend of it.”

“I’d love to, but Stacy and I already have plans,” Mom replied, sounding sorrowful. “You’ll have to fly solo this time. I’ll make the reservation, but since you’ll be arriving late, stop at Heather’s place to take her out to eat. I’ll tell the hotel you’ll be a late check-in.”

After hearing Mom’s response, I hesitated for a moment before replying, “Sure, I understand. Thanks for making the reservation, Mom. And don’t worry, I still remember how to take care of myself.” My faux, pouty smile resulted in a giggle from her.

“Don’t worry,” she said. “I’ll make it up to you on Saturday when you return.”

Twenty minutes before arriving at Heather’s place, I stopped for a break and gas. When I was ready to head out, I checked my phone and saw a message from Mom. She wrote, “What time do you think you’ll arrive at Heather’s? I want to let her know, so she’s not worrying.”

I responded, “Google says twenty-one minutes.” and drove off. As I neared her front door, it opened wide enough for her to stick her head out. Thinking her flushed face was from just exiting the shower, I offered, “Is this a bad time? I can check into the hotel and come back later.”