Chapter 3

Without divulging the details to Alice, I invited her out to dinner with Mom and Pamela. She readily accepted and after picking her up, we made our way to the diner with the small dance floor. When they exited the car, Pamela hugged Alice tightly and said, “It’s been so long since I’ve seen my pretty niece. I’m jealous that you spend all your time with my sister.”

Releasing her, Alice’s gaze drifted lower, noticing Pamela’s braless tits proudly pressed against her thin blouse, her hard nipples clearly visible. She blushed and aware that she was staring, replied, “Sorry, Auntie. I’d love to come visit you more often. I’ve been busy with school so I haven’t kept in touch as much as I’d like.”

“I’m looking forward to it, let’s talk about it over dinner,” Pamela replied.

The meal went well, with the three ladies commanding the conversation. When we had nearly finished, Pamela rose, held her hand out to me, and asked, “Would you care for a dance with your aunt, Chad?”

I rose and escorted her to the floor, leaving Alice with a curious look. Following Mom’s agenda, Pamela and I slow-danced, with her nearly-bare tits pressed into my chest. She rested her head on my shoulder, and whispered, “Turn me so Alice sees my backside.”

When Alice’s stare focused on our movements, I said, “She’s closely monitoring us, Auntie. From the way she was checking out your tits, you may soon get a visit from her.”

“Perfect,” my aunt replied. “Move your hands down and show her how my ass is no stranger to your hands.”

“I love obeying your commands, Auntie,” I replied, gently cupping and squeezing her buns while Alice looked in shock. After kneading her fleshy globes for a few minutes, the music died down and we stopped moving. We kissed, much more than a familial kiss, but refrained from opening our mouths.

When we returned to the table, Alice was already standing, holding her hand out. “My turn,” she breathed, still blushing from my inappropriate actions with my aunt. Distancing myself like a gentleman would do with his dancing partner, Alice wouldn’t stand for it and hugged me tightly to her. We swayed to the music, while her hands stroked my back.

“You and your aunt appear to be closer than I remember,” she whispered, her hot breath washing across my ear. “Is she always so forward with you? If I didn’t know any better, I’d think she was flirting with you.”

“She’s just lonely, that’s all,” I retorted. Nestling my nose in her hair, I changed topics to throw her off, “Your hair smells wonderful. I could get used to this. Your dancing skills haven’t diminished since school.”

“You too,” she commented. “Although, I don’t recall practicing the moves you did on your aunt. Would you mind doing the same to me?”

Obeying her wishes, my hands cupped and squeezed her firm, soft ass. She groaned in my ear while I played with her ass. “Next time, don’t wear panties,” I whispered.

After a soft giggle, she asked, “Do you suggest that to your aunt and Mom, too, when you dance with them?”

Her body stiffened, when I replied, “I don’t have to tell them. They know better when they’re with me.”

Expecting her to be repulsed with me, she surprised me when she pleaded, “Kiss me, Chad.”

She was on fire and couldn’t wait to jam her tongue into my mouth, her hands pulling my head tightly to hers. Our mouths were still locked together after the music stopped. Finally, releasing me with her expression filled with lust, she led me back to the table. Politely excusing herself to visit the ladies’s room, Mom and Pamela shared a giggle as I recounted what I said to Alice.

“I can guarantee you that she’s in a stall removing her panties, obeying your wishes,” Mom noted. “Stick to my original plan, in case she’s still not aware of our relationship.”

Upon her return, Alice sat and impatiently waited for the music to begin. The announcement of the final dance prompted her to stand and hold her hand out. I stood and said, “Sorry, Alice, but I always reserve the last dance for my mother.”

Her expression saddened for a few seconds, before brightening. “I agree,” she said. “I’m sorry if I stepped out of bounds. Your mother should always be your top priority.”

Mom didn’t dance, but she didn’t have to as we closely held each other, barely moving. Holding me close, she said, “Move us close enough to where only Alice and Pamela can see us. Hide your head in my hair and grab my ass.”

When we were in position and out of sight of everyone else, I cupped Mom’s buns.

She whispered, “Lower.”

After I moved my hands down to the bottom of her short skirt, she instructed, “Lower, on my bare legs, and then higher, lifting my dress, while feeling my legs.”

I took my time, going higher, relishing the soft, smooth flesh of her upper legs. When my hands bumped against her ass, I paused.

She croaked, “Higher and spread me out so Alice can see that my son owns my wet and horny pussy.”

Mom aided me by spreading her legs and leaning into me, while I gently pulled her cheeks apart. Once I was confident that Alice received an eyeful, I lowered my arms and guided Mom back to the center of the dance floor.

Mom’s breasts heaved against me, excited from displaying her hairy pussy to my cousin. “I still can’t see her, Mom but I think we can count on Alice not being there when we return.”

“I bet not,” Mom retorted. “I’ll concede I was wrong if she doesn’t have a wide smile on her face when you check. Prove me wrong.”

I shifted and looked at our table, pulling Mom’s body into mine tightly. “You’re right, Mom. Her expression couldn’t be more joyful. How’d you know?”

“It was an act of trust between a mother and her son’s girlfriend. She now knows our most hidden secret—our incestuous connection,” Mom explained. “She’s part of the family now, paving the way for you two to openly express your love.”

“I love you both so much,” I said, kissing her neck.

“The song is almost over,” Mom remarked. “Kiss me, not as you did with your aunt, but with me when you want to fuck.”

“That’s easy, Mom because I want to fuck you right here,” I replied, locking my mouth with hers. We French kissed until the song ended and for several minutes afterward. When we returned to the table, Alice and Pamela greeted us, their faces blushing pink.

Mom steered the conversation away from the evening on the way home, and when I walked Alice to her door, she insisted, “Next time, we’re taking my mother and yours to the dance club.”

“Your mother doesn’t dance,” I argued.

“Neither does yours and it looked like she enjoyed it just fine,” she replied, with a sexy smirk.

The following day, Alice sent me a text message, informing me that she would be occupied for the week, wrapping up her remaining finals. She proposed that we celebrate on Friday night by taking both our mothers to our beloved restaurant. I promptly replied, letting her know that I’d handle the driving.

The week felt like it was passing in slow motion as I anxiously awaited an evening with Alice. Finally, the night arrived and after changing, I nervously fidgeted with my clothes. Mom noticed my anxiety and reassured me, saying, “Don’t worry, Chad. Everything will fall into place. After dinner, it will be the ideal moment for you and Alice to convey your love for each other. Why don’t we invite her and Carol over to our house after dinner?”

“That sounds great, Mom,” I agreed. “In fact, you could help set the mood. Excuse yourself early and take Carol into our bedroom and leave the door open, so we can hear you. If you can, don’t allow Carol to cum. I have something planned for her.”

“Oh, I do love surprises!” Mom exclaimed.

I was awe-struck when my gaze set upon Alice and her mother. Their captivating choice of attire caught my attention, and my mom, unable to resist, playfully let out a wolf whistle of appreciation.

“You two are beautiful,” I greeted them, and they responded with broad smiles as I escorted them to the car.

Mabel guided us to our table, and once we were all seated, Alice began introducing our moms. However, Mabel interrupted her, saying, “I know exactly who these two beautiful women are. Your mothers are gorgeous, and now I see where Alice and Chad inherited their stunning looks.”

Alice and I sat together on one side of the booth, while Mom and Carol were opposite us. Our mothers’ presence didn’t deter Alice from overtly flirting with me, leaning over and kissing me on the cheek several times throughout the meal. I sucked it in, enjoying every moment of attention from her.

After finishing, we drove home for a dessert that Mom had prepared. Alice and I sat on the couch while our mothers relaxed in the cozy, stuffed chairs opposite us. Mom and Carol tidied up afterward, and as planned, Mom stated, “Carol and I are going to relax a bit. You kids can remain out here and watch a show if you want.”

When we were alone, and I removed my shoes and socks to become more comfortable, Alice followed by removing her heels. While we talked about her exams, she stretched and rested her feet on the end table. Her wrap-around skirt ended a few inches above her knees, resulting in my eyes feasting on her shapely, lower legs.

Catching my leering gaze, she asked, “Do you want to watch a show or do something else?” she asked, her tongue seductively swiping across her full lips.

“Not really,” I answered. “I don’t want anything to distract me from talking with you.”

She jumped up and proposed, “I have a better idea.” Holding out her hands to help me to my feet, she said, “Please dance with me to celebrate finishing another week of finals. We don’t need music.”

Holding her close, her perfume and hair shampoo scent flooded my senses as our heads pressed together. Her embrace tightened when she heard Mom’s moans escape from the bedroom. My hands explored her back and lowered until they rested on her bottom.

She stopped moving and faced me, her fiery eyes reflecting her lust. “I did as you wanted,” she whispered, sexily smirking.

Answering my curious look, she said, “I didn’t wear any panties for our dance.”

My hands caressed and lightly squeezed her buns, verifying her statement. Gently kissing her, I said, “I meant it as a joke, but it’s nice nonetheless. You don’t have to do everything I ask.”

“I don’t have to, but I want to. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you,” she purred, kissing me gently. After I felt her hand move between our bodies, I felt her unfasten a button before her skirt landed on top of my feet. “I might have tricked you and wore a thong. You should verify that I obeyed you completely,” she croaked, her voice cracking with desire.

While one hand squeezed a firm, round asscheek, my other moved to her front. She gasped when my fingers slithered through her hairy mound. I palmed her mons pubis and gently squeezed. Trapping her pubic hair between my fingers, I gently pulled and involuntarily groaned from the thrill of the first time holding her furry treasure.

My fingers slid between her lips, discovering her wet interior. She was ready to do anything I asked and a wave of heat flushed through me, knowing we would soon be fucking. After a few quick strokes, I pulled out and returned to hold her ass. Her hopeful expression pleaded for approval.

“I can definitely confirm that you’re not wearing anything else,” I stated. “I love you, Alice. You’re so beautiful and I can’t believe you’re with me tonight.”

We kissed, more passionately than before, while Alice’s nimble hands unbuttoned my pants and shoved them to the floor, my shorts quickly following. Wrapping her hand around my prick, she stroked me while we French kissed. After a few minutes, she ordered, “Take off your shirt.”

After shucking it, her hands roamed around my chest while we kissed again. Our breaths were short and rapid, each of us excited to finally physically connect. When I started to unbutton her blouse, her hand held my wrist from proceeding.

Her eyes locked with mine, as she uttered, “I’m not interested in dating any longer. I’m in it for the long haul and just as you told me you have relationship requirements, I need to know that you’ll agree to mine before I commit myself to you.”

My heart skipped a beat, thinking this was when she’d demand I discontinue my relationship with my mother. “I’ll never do anything to harm you, Alice. If you want to stop now, I will.”

“Not so fast,” Alice replied. “First, my man has to adore a natural woman.” She smiled when my hand cupped her hairy mound. “I take that as a yes. Secondly, he has to want children, as I do. We’ve already covered that so that brings me to my final request.”

Before I could intercede, she continued, “My family is of utmost importance to me and if they’re not happy, I won’t be either. As my soulmate and life-long partner, I’ll expect you to fuck my mom, your mom, and your aunt whenever they require it. Will you agree to my rules?” she asked, stroking my hard cock, smiling widely.

“You know? For how long?” I asked.

“When I stopped dating, I went to Mom’s medicine cabinet to return my birth control pills. To my surprise, I noticed a new prescription for her, and when I noticed her joyful expression upon returning from your house, I knew you were filling her with cum. My suspicions were confirmed when I heard you fucking her when your mom made up that story about checking your computer.”

“You knew the whole time and still didn’t dump me. That must have been hard not to confront me,” I remarked.

“It was actually quite fun, seeing you wrestle with your emotions, knowing that I’d find out you’re fucking our relatives. I love you so much, and would love to share you with my two aunts and Mom.”

“And Gran,” I added, smiling.

“Grandma?” she asked. “I want to hear every juicy detail about that in the future. Now that I’ve listed my requirements, let’s hear the ones you’ve been keeping under wraps.”

“They’re surprisingly identical to yours. It just so happens, that we’re a perfect match,” I stated, causing us to share a nervous giggle. It was the turning point in our relationship, baring our souls to each other.

“Chad, will you marry me and bear my children?” Alice asked.

“I’m not sure we can, being cousins,” I stated, knowing I’d marry her regardless.

“I already checked. It’s allowed in this state,” she retorted.

Still uncertain if we were rushing things, I asked, “We haven’t even made love. Shouldn’t we spend time together first, before committing to make sure we’re compatible? After all, I haven’t even made it second base.”

“That’s your fault, not mine,” she responded. “You only had to ask. Let’s cover second base before you hit a home run.” Her eyes directed me to her tits, hidden behind her bra and blouse.

When I hesitated to unbutton her, she said, “I’ve seen your eyes undress me plenty of times. Now I want to watch your expression when you do it for real.”

I nervously unfastened her blouse and shoved it off her shoulders. Reaching around her, I unsnapped her bra and after removing it, my eyes locked onto her amazing tits. As suspected, they were larger than her mother’s and capped with hard, rubbery tips, begging for attention.

“They’re more beautiful than I could have ever imagined,” I croaked, cupping her firm mounds.

She moaned and replied, “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this. Squeeze my tits and play with them.”

My prick ached as I kneaded and squeezed her succulent melons. My fingertips found and gripped her engorged nubs, causing her to groan.

“God, that feels good. My nipples have ached for your touch. My whole body is tingling with excitement. Kiss me, Chad.”

Remembering my time with her mother, I gripped her ass and lifted her. “Wrap your legs around me and hold on,” I instructed. As if she knew, she followed her mother’s actions perfectly, holding me tightly until we were face-to-face.

After a light kiss, I said, “Your mother made me hold like this so we could kiss without leaning over.”

She gasped, “That’s so fucking hot.” We kissed, our tongues dancing together while our hot bodies nestled together. Hearing Mom’s passionate screams from achieving her orgasm, spurred Alice to intensify her kiss.

Knowing Mom was feasting on Aunt Carol’s hairy muff, I released Alice’s mouth and proposed, “Alice, I love you deeply and want nothing more than to be your husband. Will you marry me and bear my children.”

“Yes!” she exclaimed. “I love you so much. I’m still off the pill and this week, I’m in my fertile cycle. Put a baby in me during our first time together.”

“I want nothing more than to fill you with sperm. Let’s make it special and give your mother a present. When I was with her in my room, she voiced her concerns about us banging on the bed and was worried about you investigating. When I told her if that happened, I’d make you eat your mother’s pussy while I plowed her daughter from the rear, she exploded with a major orgasm. Let’s make her fantasy come true.”