Aunt Sally’s Place
Copyright© 2026 by OmegaPet-58
Chapter 4
Drama Sex Story: Chapter 4 - Financial reverses have forced Patty and daughters Terri and Debra to move in with her quasi-sister Sally, her husband John, and their two sons. Daughters and sons are adults, finished with high school. House rules require constant nudity, and all but Terri are joyously "sleeping" together, but not cross-generations. In her new situation, Terri is trying to adjust, cope, and adapt.
Caution: This Drama Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Reluctant BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Group Sex Polygamy/Polyamory Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Big Breasts Nudism
I looked from one parent to the next. All three of them were naked (of course), and at least twenty years older. They looked at me without speaking. Mom folded her arms. Sally tilted her head. John waited.
Why? That was the question they wanted me to answer. Why did I spend the night alone in the living room instead of joining in sexually as my mother and sister did?
I opened my mouth, then closed it. Still, they waited. I needed them to be patient. My thoughts were jumbled, and I wasn’t sure I could provide the answers they wanted. I was most sexually attracted to John, but the age difference made him off-limits. I couldn’t quite shake my memories of the boys as bratty teenagers. I pictured Deb having sex only a few feet away from me. My stomach tightened, and I pushed the thought aside.
But when I started talking, I went in a different direction.
“I’ll try to explain,” I began. “I’m pretty sure all three of us have been in a long dry spell. It’s not like high school, when Deb and I had young men around us all the time. I won’t pretend I moved here without any experience. That is, I’m not a virgin.”
John asked me, “Are you worried about pregnancy?”
“No, when we still had money, both of us got b.c. implants in our upper arms. But my past experiences were not like Deb’s.”
I took a breath, because confessing wasn’t easy.
“I chose guys by their looks, and they disappointed me every time. Some of them used me, then discarded me.” There were more of those boys in my past than I would ever admit.
“I had one guy who was not only cute but thoughtful and sweet. I thought he was boyfriend material, but when we tried to have sex, he couldn’t, uh, perform. That’s when he confessed to being gay, but had hoped he could manage a girlfriend. I was supposed to get his parents off his back.”
Mom said, “That must have been painful.”
I nodded and looked at the floor. “Yeah. A bad experience, but Brian and I parted—what’s the word?—amicably. There weren’t any guys for me after him.”
I looked at all three of them. “Yes. It’s been a long time for me.” Last night’s events, the two threesomes, made me feel lesser. I was the one who didn’t join. My sister? My mom? They jumped in with both feet. I was the wallflower.
I returned to last night. “Both of your boys are hunks, don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t surprised Deb went straight into their room last night for some frisky fun. I won’t speak for her except to say her past experiences were better than mine. She didn’t hesitate to go to their bedroom.”
I paused again. This was the important part.
“The noises from the other bedroom, well, they upset me. For a while, I stared at the ceiling. Then I put a pillow over my head. That didn’t help. My sister can be loud when she’s enjoying sex. After a while, I lost patience and left the girls’ bedroom. I settled here on the sofa, looking for quiet.”
“That was enough distance?” asked Sally.
“Yeah, from them. I was hearing the three of you playing when I was on the sofa. But it wasn’t as, um, frenetic, and definitely not as loud. Mom, I can see the satisfaction on your face even now, and I’m happy for you. Truly. Thank you, John.”
“To be honest,” Sally interjected, “both of us were busy last night making your mom come.”
“That’s Rule Number Three, ‘No Secrets,’ right?” I said, smiling.
“Yeah, exactly. You saw the whole list on the fridge, didn’t you?” she asked.
“I did. But I need to memorize it.”
“I think I should mention Rule Number Four, then. It’s kind of related to Rule Three. Remember, this house was one pussy and three cocks. Four says that guys, especially young guys, can have those spontaneous erections. They aren’t required to hide them. Going further, if a willing mouth is nearby, blowjobs are allowed as well. Even full-on sex.”
Naked guys walking around hard? With their dicks waving “Hello!” with each step? It sounded like a video for gay men to watch, not life at Sally’s.
“Let me understand—you mean, anything can happen right out here? Like on this sofa?” I opened my mouth, closed it again, and stared at the sofa cushions. I couldn’t get my mind around what Sally was telling me.
“That’s exactly right, Terri. I can see this is something you are struggling with, though. If you aren’t comfortable seeing people making love, it’s probably best that you withdraw. Go into an empty bedroom, or out in the backyard. It’s very private behind the house.”
Skeptically, I looked at the sofa cushions. “Sex out here is OK, as long as a towel is used?”
“Precisely. Are you willing to adjust to our ... our environment?”
I looked from one of them to the other and didn’t answer right away. I had to ponder this. Did I belong here? The parents waited patiently while I pictured myself surrounded by my “family” having sex. Realistically, I saw no reason to interfere with Sally’s rules.
“Actually, this morning I walked in on my sister with Hank’s cock down her throat. I don’t want to get in the way of anyone’s fun.”
That was true, but I didn’t tell them how embarrassed I felt when I saw them. I closed my eyes and took a moment to settle.
“If what you’re all doing is too much for me to watch, I will go someplace quiet. You probably realize that seeing the nudity and the open sex can be difficult when you aren’t participating. If you all promise to—look, I don’t want to be pressured. At all. You have a ‘no means no’ rule. With that understanding, I’m saying all right. OK.”
“That’s great. Thank you, Terri. John and I have been very open, as you can tell. We don’t want to change that, and adding Patty is like chocolate sauce on our ice cream.”
After that, Sally kissed both Mom and John on the lips, enthusiastically. I’d been honest with them. I felt with all the struggles Mom had gone through trying to keep us fed and housed, she deserved all the sexual excitement she could get.
I went back to thinking about myself. With all of this activity around me, I was going to be playing with myself—a whole lot of masturbation. After sweating through all the things they were asking from me, I thought I could ask for help for myself. I needed something that was mine, something I could control.
“I have a request. While thinking of my imaginary lover, I’ve worn out my old empty shampoo bottle. With everything going on around me, I could use a more anatomically correct toy and/or a vibrator. Is that an unreasonable ask?”
“Of course not. I’m sure I have an extra dildo I can wash and give you. And Amazon has all kinds of devices for you to look over and choose. I’ll show you the one I like.”
“Ooh. Me too, me too!” Mom was back in her cheerleader mode, bouncing up and down. We lost John then because he was now focused on her big boobs’ jostling.
Sally stood and motioned for me to follow her into the master bedroom. She pulled out a drawer in her dresser, revealing her impressive collection of sex toys.
I’m sure my eyes were wide open. I wasn’t any good at concealing my reactions, and I was absolutely stunned.
She had a series of dildos in order by size—by length. The smallest dildo was only three or four inches. My eyes moved from left to right, lingering over each increase in size. These were an incredible upgrade from my old shampoo bottle—realistic, with veins and exposed heads, and made from some kind of soft but resilient rubbery plastic. In the back of my mind, the idea of using these toys caused some dampness down below. The largest one staggered me. I gasped.
“Wow! You’ve used all of these except that one?” I pointed to the one dildo which was still in its cardboard box. Then I put my hand down quickly, because it was visibly shaking.
“That’s right.” Unbelievable! Then, Sally boggled me some more. “You see those things with the jewel on the end? I put those in my asshole.”
I had to put my hand out to grab a corner of the dresser and steady myself. “What? In your—OK, why?” I asked.
“I enjoy the feeling. They are solid metal and heavy, and they make anal sex easier.”
Sally waited while I, uh, digested (!) what she was telling me.
I admitted, “I’ve never had anybody or anything in my butt that didn’t come from, uh, upstream.”
“Eventually, almost everybody finds out it’s a lot of fun to play back there. Twenty million gay guys can tell you—back there is party central. It’s true for women, too. I’ll tell you one more thing.”
Oh, hell. What could be next?
“You can be double penetrated. That’s one in each hole.”
“Really? Why would you do that?” I couldn’t imagine.
“Let me put it this way. With two guys penetrating you down below, and one more in your mouth, it’s an incredible combination of sensations and I just about lose my mind. They call that being ‘airtight’ and you’ll see there’s lots of that DP stuff in porn.”
Porn? I didn’t, couldn’t watch porn. Watch on what? The iPad in her kitchen?
“I’m sure you know what you’re talking about. Like I said just now, I’ve never had any good sex.” My voice trailed off. I felt weak and childish, deep in self-doubt.
All that fear I carried bubbled up. I never had any good sex, and I probably never would. How could someone like me have a place here, with all loving parents and the three sexy people my age?
Right in front of her, I was showing Sally how sexually incompetent I was, even hopeless. Sally was all sexual confidence, knowledge, even power. She led her family with her Bodily Expressionism.
I had no hope of fitting in. In this house, I was the seventh wheel, while they enjoyed including Mom and Deb in their wild pleasure.
“Oh, Terri!” Sally swept me up in a hug, squashing our tits together. I’d never hugged a naked woman—another first. Against mine, her skin felt warm and soft: comforting, and even a little erotic. I put my cheek into the hollow of her neck and pulled us together more tightly.
“Thank you, Sally, for being so patient with me. I’m not used to all this sexual openness.”
“I hope you know by now, ‘Open’ is like my middle name. I’m sure you’ll learn a lot while you’re with us. Hey! Listen to your Aunt Sally. It’s time for fun, not fear. Take that new dildo and come with me over to the bed.”