Mom & Aunt Teach Me S*x
Copyright© 2025 by Mom Lover
Chapter 18
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18 - In the quiet of his apartment, David finds himself in a situation he never imagined. His Mom, Julie, and his Aunt Jessica have decided it's time for him to learn the ways of love and lust. What starts as a playful evening of drinks and confessions quickly turns into a night of intense passion and self-discovery. As David navigates the complex emotions and physical pleasures that come with his newfound experiences, he begins to see his Mom and aunt in a completely different light.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Romantic Fiction Incest Mother Son Aunt Nephew Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Cream Pie First Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Safe Sex Squirting Tit-Fucking BBW Big Breasts Slow
After three orgasms like I’ve never had before, I feel like I don’t have any strength in my body. We sit in silence, gathering ourselves and our thoughts until Jessica comes back.
“Oh, look at you two. Do I need to remind you that sex is a happy, joyful, and wonderful thing?” she admonishes us playfully.
“Don’t get me wrong, there are some things to discuss, but everything is fine. More than fine ... and you need to shower. Both of you.”
“I’m sorry, auntie, but I think I cannot give you much today. I’m done,” I tell her somewhat regretfully.
“Shower sounds nice now that I think about it.”
“Will you join me?” I propose to Julie, who is following up the discussion in post-orgasmic bliss.
She blinks and nods. We get up and head towards my rather small bathroom.
In there, I get to watch Julie removing her stockings. The sight of the nylon moving on her heavy thighs is awfully erotic.
Without her glasses, she seems more vulnerable somehow. During all this and getting in the shower, we cast glances at each other but do not say anything.
Maybe we are afraid of the spell breaking now that hormones are not running high and normal life does its best to re-establish itself. We climb in the stall and giggle a bit as we squeeze our sweaty bodies in there.
When the warm water starts to flow, Julie —Mom—tries to start a discussion.
“David ... I think we should...” I interrupt her by putting a finger on her lips and saying, “Mom. I think we should wait until auntie is in the discussion as well.”
She accedes and kisses my fingertip.
The water feels nice on me, but even better feels Mom’s soft body against me. We share a silent kiss, and reality asserts itself with the logistics of getting two people clean in a small shower stall.
“Mom, I would really like to wash you, if you get my drift, but I think if we just wash ourselves, we actually get clean.”
While doing the necessary contortions, we get lots of skin contact, which is quite distracting. We share more than a few mischievous smiles and some unnecessary soaping, but the atmosphere is more playful than erotic.
The best thing is the lack of possible awkwardness. I feel surprisingly comfortable seeing and touching her body in a different, more everyday setting.
We finish cleaning and wrap ourselves in soft towels. Stepping out of the bathroom feels like we are entering a different world.
What we encounter getting back into the bedroom is a sleeping aunt. Or that is what we think until the bundle on the bed comes to life.
“You took your bloody time in there. I almost fell asleep already. I say we get new drinks and exchange a few words. I’m sure we all have some questions and concerns that we need to address.”
We all agree that is a splendid idea and nominate me to get them.
“Make mine a double” seems to be the trend today.
Getting back, I am invited into my own bed and under the comforter with happy squeals as I serve the drinks.
After we have gotten ourselves cozy and warm and had some more liquid encouragement, Mom pops the question that is on the forefront of all our minds.
“So ... what does this mean? What does this make us?” This is something I have already spent a few moments pondering.
“That is ... I think this does not change that much between me and Jessica. Maybe we have rekindled something ancient, but I feel that this all is tied to you, David —our almost unwilling student.” Mom continues.
“But I’m not quite sure what this makes me. Mom with benefits?” she adds, looking at me.