Don't Overthink It!
Copyright© 2026 by MrCurrie
Chapter 1
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 1 - Mom and Aunt deserve a more loving relationship. And children.
Caution: This Incest Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Incest Mother Son Aunt Nephew Oral Sex Pregnancy
When my mother, Linda, was in high school, she met my father, Bob, at one of her mom’s friends’ weddings. Her parents didn’t approve of their teenage daughter dating a man ten years older than her, but when Mom promised them that she wouldn’t have sex until after her eighteenth birthday, they allowed her to see him, but kept very tight reins on her activities.
Tragedy struck shortly before she graduated when her parents were on their way to pick up her sister, Paula, from an overnight sleep-in and were killed in a car wreck, leaving the sisters with little money or means to live on their own.
Dad, already with a solid business, consoled Mom, and as a result, she became pregnant with me. “At least, Mom and Dad got their wish that I wouldn’t have sex until I turned eighteen,” Mom often related, the bittersweet memory doing little to ease her pain.
I’m Jimmy, by the way, and no, I’m never called James or Jim. The name on my birth certificate is Jimmy, and they’ve never called me anything else.
Dad married her immediately when she informed him she was pregnant, and moved her and Paula into his house. Once Mom’s parents’ estate was settled, Mom and Paula had very little to live on, as the house was mortgaged to the hilt. Dad told her it’d be no problem, as he’d support both of them. She enrolled in a nursing program while Paula, five years younger than her, finished school.
Paula spent her evenings babysitting me, while Mom buried herself in her studies. After my bath, Paula would read a bedtime story to me, and after she’d leave, Mom would always come in, tuck me in, and kiss me on the forehead or cheek, regardless of how well Paula had done it. She never left without whispering, “I love you, Jimmy. Goodnight, sweetie.”
It always left me feeling warm and safe, and I’d always drift off to sleep right after. When Mom finished her training and began working at the hospital, Paula had graduated and enrolled in the local college, majoring in accounting. There was never any mention of her residing in a dorm or an apartment. It was as if Mom treated her as a daughter, rather than her grown sister.
I started school at the same time, so our routine changed to where Paula would bring her books into my room to study. She said she felt more comfortable being with me, which allowed her to concentrate. She’d talk over some of the material she was learning, and although it didn’t mean much to me, she said it helped her memorize things if she spoke them aloud. She’d taught me to read fairly well by then, so I’d help her study for tests by picking off random questions, verifying her answers.
I was always amazed at how patient she was with me. When I’d stumble on a difficult word, she’d slowly pronounce it for me until I had it right, then explain what it meant. The next time, I’d say it correctly, and she’d give me one of her big, glowing smiles that warmed my heart. That was enough of a reward for me. Her smiles were real and genuine, coming from the heart, unlike many of the fake, practiced ones I’d seen other adults use on other kids.
We grew closer than most brothers and sisters would have, even though we were actually nephew and aunt. We would freely discuss our feelings and dreams for the future. Any time I had a problem at school, she’d explain how to deal with it. She’d often come in wearing cottony shorts and a midriff tank-top, revealing her bare, sunken stomach, but it didn’t really affect me as it would later on. At that time, girls and boys were pretty much the same thing to me, except girls had cooties.
Four years later, she graduated, and Mom managed to land her a job at the hospital where she worked. They were thrilled to be able to remain close together, but still no mention of Paula moving out. Dad was never bothered by Paula remaining with us and treated her like his own daughter, just like Mom had done.
By then, I was far enough along in school that I was doing homework. Paula helped me each night and checked my work. Mom still came in at the end of the night, but rather than tucking me, would sit on my bed and ask me how my day went. She’d still kiss my forehead before saying goodnight.
After a year or so, Paula began dating, but would only go out on Friday or Saturday nights, because she didn’t want to miss out on helping me with my homework. Surprisingly, Mom would insist on meeting her dates, grilling them before they left, and would often make Paula change clothes if she thought they were inappropriate. Paula never argued, always obeying Mom, eager to please her.
She’d even spend the night with some of her suitors after three dates or so, but then would move on to someone else after that. After a year, she stopped dating altogether, but really didn’t seem upset about it. I suspected she was dating only to follow societal norms, following what most people her age were doing. Mom didn’t pressure her; in fact, I think she enjoyed having Paula spend more time with us, and my aunt made it clear that she enjoyed our company as well, never sad or depressed.
After another year, Dad frequently invited his best friend Dave over for dinners and BBQs, especially on the weekends. The same age as Dad, he was a half-owner of Dad’s business, so they had a natural connection to our family. Dave and Paula were always paired up, and I wondered whether it was Mom or Dad who was the matchmaker.
Whoever it was, it worked, because they began dating. After a year, they announced their wedding date, but oddly enough, Paula remained living with us. Another peculiar thing I noticed, they didn’t display a lot of affection when they were together. It almost felt like it was an arranged marriage.
I, for one, was very happy that she stayed with us, not necessarily for the same reasons as Mom. It was my attitude toward girls that had changed dramatically, my body finally maturing. The presence of pubic hair, my balls growing, and my dick lengthening all contributed to my new outlook on women.
Hitting puberty later than the other boys in my class, I soon discovered most of the guys had already been dating and forming relationships with the girls. My shyness toward the opposite sex might have also been the result of being viewed as a mama’s boy. I didn’t look at myself in that way, but I think others did. The truth was that Mom and Aunt Paula took up most of my free time. They focused the weekends on taking me places, keeping me busy, and making my life enjoyable. As a result, I didn’t even make an attempt to date girls in school.
While my interest in girls increased, I found myself becoming more uncomfortable when my aunt helped me with my homework, especially when she’d wear shorts. My gaze lingered on Paula’s long, shapely legs longer, and when she pressed her body into mine, looking over my shoulder to check my work, shivers of excitement ran through me. I tried my best not to appear interested in her as I knew that wasn’t appropriate and it’d undoubtedly harm our relationship if she caught me leering at her.
I soon began seeing Mom and my aunt in a whole new light. They were unbelievably hot women, and I was amazed I hadn’t realized it before. As a result, I began squeezing and pumping my hard prick after they left each night, feeling waves of guilt afterward. I promised myself I’d have to start dating girls my age to quell my inappropriate urges.
Paula’s wedding arrived way too quickly, and I would dearly miss the smell of her hair and perfume, along with the frequent flashes of her sexy body, but I was also happy for her. She appeared to be looking forward to moving forward in her life.
Mom had bought me a suit to wear at the wedding, and since Mom and Dad were both in the wedding party, as maid of honor and best man, I was seated in the front row with a couple of Paula’s friends from work. I didn’t mind as they were cute and probably flirted with me more than they should have, considering I was only fourteen.
Mom and my aunt were by far the most beautiful women at the wedding. Paula looked stunning in her form-fitting, strapless white bridal gown that hugged her curves perfectly. Mom was adorned in the same style, showing off her bare shoulders and upper chest, but hers was blue, which accented her dark brown hair and eyes. My gaze was riveted on them throughout the entire ceremony, reveling in their beauty.
At the reception, I stuffed myself with cake and punch, while couples danced. After a few songs, Dad and Mom traded partners with Paula and Dave for one song, before they joined me at the table. Neither Dad nor Dave seemed eager to continue on the dance floor, but some of the nurses took pity on Mom and Paula and whisked them out to the floor.
When one of the nurses tried to drag me onto the floor, Paula caught my frightened look, as I had no idea how to dance. She stepped in to protect me, as always. “He’s dancing with me tonight,” she said firmly. “And I’m the bride, so I should have priority.”
The nurse skittered off to approach another victim, unfazed by her rejection.
Paula stood, held her hand out, and said, “I made a promise, so I’d better keep it. Up and at ‘em, Jimmy.”
“Auntie, I don’t have a clue how to dance,” I confessed.
“Don’t worry, sweetie. We’ll just hold hands and fake it. Do this for me, please?” she pleaded.
I nodded my approval, stood, and walked with her out to the floor. Turning to me, she guided one of my hands to her waist and held my other. Her free hand rested on my shoulder. “Just shift your feet back and forth, sweetie. No one will notice,” she instructed, her wide smile setting me at ease, as it had always done.
We swayed back and forth, and then, without warning, a wave of despair washed through me. She’d soon move in with my Uncle Dave, and I wouldn’t see her any longer. She was my best friend, the person I could confide in about anything. The pressure behind my eyes built, and no matter how hard I tried or blinked, a few tears escaped and ran down my cheeks. “How pathetic am I?” I thought. “I’m fourteen, dammit, and shouldn’t be crying like a baby.”
I couldn’t hide it from her, as her gaze had been on my face the entire time. Her expression saddened as she leaned into me, and whispered, “What’s wrong, sweetie? Is the dance embarrassing you?”
“No,” I replied, a little too quickly. “I’m going to miss you, Auntie. I always look forward to being with you every night, and now you’ll live somewhere else. I know it’s selfish and I should be happy for you, but I can’t help it.”
She released my hand, wrapped her arm around me, and pulled me close, very close. The side of my head was pressed against the soft, full swell of her breast, just above the neckline of her dress. Her hand held my head, pressing it tightly to her chest. The warmth and plush softness of her body made my ear sink into her flesh.
“I’m going to miss you too, sweetie,” she whispered. “I treasure every moment I’ve spent with you, but I’m not moving to another state. I promise I’ll be over to see you, and you can always come visit with Dave and me. He’s your uncle now, and it’d mean a lot to me if you spent time with him, also.”
All too soon, the song ended, and Paula eased me back, wrapped her arm through mine, and led me back to our table.
Before I could sit, Mom jumped up and said, “My turn. Thanks for warming him up, sis.” They both giggled as Mom pulled me out to the floor.
Assuming the same position, she gave me that look. The one that meant she wanted me to talk.
“What, Mom?” I asked, hoping she wouldn’t pursue it, but she did anyway.
“When you were dancing with Paula, I could tell something was bothering you. I know you’re very close to your aunt, but you know that you can talk to me about anything, right?” she asked, in a reassuring, comforting tone.
“It’s a little embarrassing,” I admitted. “I know I should be happy about her marriage, but I’m going to miss her so much. I just felt overwhelmed. It was dumb, but I’ll get past it,” I said, softly, not very convincingly.
“I know exactly how you’re feeling, sweetie,” she whispered, moving her hand behind my head and pulling me to her the same way my aunt did. “I’m going to miss her, too.”
We swayed to the music and too soon for my liking, she gently pushed me back, looked into my eyes, and said, “Their house is only a few blocks away. I’m sure she’ll come visit us often, and I’ll step up in her place and help you with your homework. I’ve been wanting to become more involved anyway, so this is a good thing. I hope I can fill her shoes and take her place.”
“I know. It’s dumb,” I said. “She voiced the same thing and gave me an open invitation to visit them, wanting me to get to know my new uncle.”
By the time we made it home, it was time for bed. After Mom came in to say goodnight and left, I threw off my covers and began stroking my cock to the memories of the evening. When my prick jerked with my orgasm, globs of cum spewed out and landed on my stomach. I watched in shock at the puddles of sperm on me. It was the first time fluid had come out since I’d begun masturbating. It felt so damn good that I did it again, saddened by only a drop coming out on my second time.
Mom lived up to her promise and took over for my aunt, helping me with my homework, along with just chatting and going over my day. Paula still came over a day or two each week and was always in high spirits, happier than I’d ever seen her, so maybe their marriage was better than I’d originally thought.
When I visited Paula and Dave at their home, I chuckled to myself, seeing my uncle settled into his recliner all evening, just as my dad did in his. Paula would sit with me on the couch, and while we watched TV, she would ask me how my studies were going and what else I was doing in my spare time. While Dave rarely asked me any questions, he didn’t seem perturbed at all that his wife was paying all of her attention to me.
When I turned sixteen, I began dating, but only to movies or out to a restaurant, nothing heavy. I wasn’t very confident and still a virgin, so I didn’t want to embarrass myself. That lasted until I neared my eighteenth birthday, when I was determined to become a man.
Carol, a nice looking girl who shared most of my classes, had always been friendly toward me and knowing her reputation to be easy, I asked her out. She said yes right away, and after a few dates, she hinted at taking it further. During an embarrassing confession, I admitted to being a virgin and told her I’d understand if she’d no longer want to date me.
She consoled me and acted even more affectionate toward me and knowing my eighteenth birthday was coming up, she promised a night I’d remember forever. She laid on a passionate kiss on me to seal our deal. My heart raced with the knowledge I’d be losing my virginity, but also feared my inexperience would dampen the event.
During Paula’s visit on Tuesday night, I confessed to her about Carol and how she wanted to advance our relationship. Paula sat me down on my bed, pulled up a chair, and sat opposite me. She held my hands, and what started out as a birds-and-bees speech was actually something entirely different. She explained how to respect a woman, how to recognize signs that she is saying no, and how to never step over that boundary.
She emphasized the need to always treat a woman as if she were the most precious thing ever, and then went on to discuss diseases and unwanted pregnancies. She reached into her purse, pulled out a strip of condoms, and handed them to me. “Promise me you’ll always wear one of these, sweetie. I’ll buy some more and put them in your end table, but it’s very easy to ruin the rest of your life if you’re not careful.” She held the sides of my head, holding it steady, looked into my eyes, and asked, “Do you understand, Jimmy?”
“I promise, Auntie. Thanks for talking to me. I can’t imagine discussing this stuff with Mom. It’s embarrassing enough with you, but I trust you completely.”
She pecked me on the forehead, and said, “You know you can talk to me about anything, right? I’d do anything for you, sweetie.”
Armed with my protection and the pep talk from my aunt, I watched some more porn so I wouldn’t be a total loser before joining up with Carol. My birthday fell on a Thursday, so I couldn’t celebrate it with her until the weekend. Her parents had gone out to a movie, so she invited me over to her house.
She eagerly helped rid me of my virginity that night, and between bouts, she told me I was better than most of the boys she’d gone out with, although I suspected she’d said that to boost my confidence. I did manage to cum three times in the few hours we were together and she’d had more orgasms than that, unless she was faking it, but by the way her pussy contracted on my cock, I had the feeling she really did enjoy our time together.
We went out several more times, but I found it a little less rewarding each time. After that first night, she never wanted to continue after our first orgasm, and she always found a reason for me to leave soon afterward. I had the feeling she was only doing it for an obligation after a meal or movie.
When she asked me if I was taking her to the prom, I simply said, “I don’t think I’ll go this year. Maybe our time has come to an end.”
She almost seemed relieved and said, “Okay, see ya.” She happily skipped away, and that ended my dating career.
I never sought female companionship after that, knowing I’d never find anyone equal to Mom or my aunt.
Finding myself with more free time, I began to wallow in self-pity, but fortunately, Dad unintentionally came to my rescue. With the economy declining, his business demanded more of his time. Not only did he switch to swing shift to help out his crews, but he also spent some of his weekends at the office. This left Mom free to devote more time with me. The hours I’d spent with Carol had been replaced with Mom.
In addition to helping me with my homework each night, we prepared the evening meal together and took turns selecting the shows to watch at night. She always found a project or outing to do on the weekends to keep my mind off my short-lived dating stint. Mothers have an uncanny way of knowing when something’s bothering their children and know how to make up for it.
A few weeks later, Mom and Dad helped Dave and Aunt Paula celebrate their fourth anniversary. Paula insisted Mom wear the same dress she’d worn for Paula’s wedding while Paula elected a similar one. I remained home while the four of them took off in Dad’s car for a romantic evening at a restaurant, that also included a dance floor.
Being a Saturday night, I had some time to watch a sci-fi that Mom wasn’t really interested in. After finishing that, I just surfed on my phone to pass the time. Around eleven, I received a call from Mom.
“Jimmy, your father and Dave had to leave for an emergency at their business. Could you come pick us up?”
“Of course, Mom,” I replied immediately, more than willing to escape the boredom at home. “Be there in about twenty minutes.”
“Okay, sweetie. Don’t worry, we’ll make it worth your while,” she replied, giggling.
I wondered how much they’d had to drink and what she meant by making it worth my while. Obviously, it wouldn’t be the same thing I was thinking of, but nonetheless, my heart beat faster, fantasizing about her coy remark.
I knew the restaurant where they went, but wasn’t sure if they had a dress code. Not taking a chance, I threw on my best set of clothes and took off. After entering, I informed the hostess that I was there to pick up my mom and aunt, so she allowed me to go in and find them.
I found them at a booth near the dance floor, and as I approached the table, I noticed they were busy rebuffing a couple of men standing next to the table. I slid in across from them.
They smiled in relief and Mom told the men, “We’re with my son now, so please don’t ask us again. We’re leaving in a bit to go home.”
Once they’d left, Mom turned to me, grinning. “Whew, you came in the nick of time. Ever since your dad and uncle left, men have been hounding us.”
“Glad to help, Mom. Are you ready to leave?” I asked.
“Not until you get your reward we promised,” she mischievously snickered.
They both smiled, on the brink of giggling, watching my confusion. Their gazes focused on something behind me, and before I knew it, a personal-sized sausage pizza was placed in front of me.
“Wow!” I blurted in surprise. “My favorite. This is the best reward ever. How’d you know I’d be hungry?”
Mom giggled and replied, “You’re always hungry.” This caused my aunt to laugh, too, knowing only too well how right Mom was.
I dug in, enjoying the savory taste of the delightful pie, my eyes darting to the beautiful women across from me.
When finished, my plate was whisked away by the waitstaff, and when I thought we’d get up to leave, Aunt Paula stood and held out her hand to me. “Jimmy, would you please dance with me, like we did on my wedding day. I want to relive the memories of that night.”
“I still don’t know how to dance, Auntie,” I stammered.
“I know, just do like we did before. Please?” she begged, her pouty face breaking my heart.
Not wanting to show my eagerness to embrace my shapely and beautiful aunt, I slowly rose and guided her a few feet away from our table. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me to her, pressing her head alongside mine. After a few moments, I felt her body trembling, as she sniffled. I leaned back and seeing her reddened puffy eyes, I asked, “Is everything all right, Auntie? Why are you crying?”
She sighed, leaned into me, and buried her face against my shoulder for a moment to dry her eyes. “I just remembered what it was like before my marriage. It was the happiest time of my life, spending time with you and your mom. I miss it so much and I feel so lonely now. I know I shouldn’t feel that way as Dave has been wonderful, but I still ache for our time together, especially now, with Dave and your dad having to put in longer hours.”
When another tear escaped, I gently brushed it away with the edge of my thumb. Her smile and warm eyes sent a shiver through me. “I miss those days, too, Auntie,” I assured her. “You helped me so much in school and I still remember the places Mom and you took me to on the weekends. I’ll talk to Mom and see if we can include you again, now that we have more free time.”
Her face brightened as she pulled me close again. “Thanks, Jimmy,” she whispered in my ear. When the song ended, we walked back to the table, where Mom was already standing.
“My turn, just like before,” Mom said, playfully seizing my arm, dragging me back to the floor. As her soft body melded against mine, my heart raced, feeling her chest heaving against mine. After a few moments she asked, “I remember four years ago during her wedding, I consoled you through your sadness of losing your aunt. Tonight, I saw her crying. What did you say to my sister to upset her?”
There was no anger in her tone, just sisterly concern. “She’s lonely, Mom. With Dad and Uncle Dave working longer hours and every evening, she misses us. At some point, I think we’ve ignored her, and I feel bad about that. Maybe I should visit her more often, or we could invite her over and include her in our outings.”
She looked into my eyes, the same warmth exuding as my aunt’s as she replied, “That’s a wonderful idea. You’re right, that we’ve been negligent in attending to her needs. That’s very considerate of you, but then I’ve come to cherish that about you. You’re such a wonderful son. So caring and loving.”
She gently placed her palm against the side of my head and pulled me to her bare upper chest, cradling me like she would a child. It was a perfectly normal action for a mother consoling her child, but it was certainly more than that for me, the swell of her breast, exposed from the top of her strapless gown, pressed against my cheek.
The soft feel of her smooth flesh, her perfume, and natural scent flooded my senses, and rather than feeling comfort, I felt excited. When she swayed with the music, my head shifted against her neckline, which caused a gap to open in the material covering her other breast, the one I was within six inches of. My eyes opened wide, staring directly at her smooth, bare tit.
She made no sign of noticing, while my prying eyes explored the top half of her exposed mound. Her deep-chocolate-colored nipple, about the size of a silver dollar, nested atop her breast. It looked like it was swollen, yet it didn’t look hard. Knowing it was the same nipple I’d suckled from as a baby, my prick responded accordingly, thinking of what it’d be like to feed from her again. Thankfully, her fluffy dress and my underwear prevented her from feeling it; otherwise, I feared I’d get a healthy slap.
All too soon, the music diminished, signaling the end of our dance. After they settled the bill and gathered their purses, we quickly departed for home, my mind filled with the visions of my mother’s breast. That evening in bed, I spent an hour punishing my cock to the memories of the evening.
After that, my aunt spent all of her free time with Mom and me. The weekends were once again filled with activities for the three of us, giving Dad and Dave time to relax from their hectic week of work. They welcomed the time to regenerate and encouraged us to exclude them from our outings.
Mom and my aunt fell into a routine to spend their free time together, either playing games or watching TV at one of our houses, or dining out. And, of course, I was dragged into their circle of activities, much to my delight.
One evening, I felt like I was the luckiest guy ever, being blessed with two beautiful women sitting across from me at one of the restaurants we routinely dine at. Mom, with her brunette pixie cut, looked much younger than thirty-six, her natural beauty requiring a minimal amount of makeup. Her large, brown eyes, coupled with her perfect, pearly-white teeth, would cause the entire room to brighten when she smiled.
Her sister, my Aunt Paula, sat near her in the cozy booth and, at thirty-one, matched Mom’s beauty. The dim, yellow lights shone off her shoulder-length, honey blonde hair, her eyes large and the same color of deep brown as Mom’s.
Since Dad and my uncle Dave were still working the swing shift, I’d been volunteered to dine out with their wives, my mother and aunt. It had become a regular occurrence, and since I’d been gifted a three-year-old Honda Accord for my eighteenth birthday, I was deemed to be their chauffeur. I didn’t mind; in fact, I relished being in their company, as I’d become madly in love with both of them. The fact that they were happily married didn’t prevent me from fantasizing about them, even though I feared they’d never share the same feelings I had for them.
“Jimmy!” my mom exclaimed. “What’s with you tonight? You’ve hardly eaten anything, and you’re continuing to stare into space,”
I blushed hard, fumbling for words, before deciding to just be honest and hope they’d laugh it off.
“You two are like sirens,” I admitted with a sheepish grin. “I’m completely hooked. I can’t look away.”
Their giggles reminded me of high school girls, and then Mom chimed in, “Such a flatterer. Anyway, we already told you we’d buy, so no need to butter us up. Now eat, before your food cools.”
I resumed my meal, furtively stealing glances at them while they chatted, thinking about the changes that had thrown the three of us together every night. With only a few months left in school, my studies had dwindled to a fraction of what they’d been in the past few years. I’d already decided to enroll at the nearby community college, selecting a program agenda designed to prepare students for an entry-level IT job. I’d worked as a student intern the previous summer at a local company, and loved the environment and the satisfaction of solving network problems; I was hoping to land a remote job sometime in the future.
As a bonus, the college was close enough that I could remain at home to save money, and I looked forward to spending my free time with Mom and my aunt. A few weeks after we discussed my plans with Aunt Paula, she mentioned that one of her friends at work had hinted that they’d put in a good word for me, once I graduated.
Once we finished dining, the ladies piled into the rear seat, where they could continue their never-ending conversation, while I chauffeured them home. I dropped my aunt off at her house, located only a few blocks away from ours.
During breakfast, one Saturday morning, Mom turned to Dad, catching his attention, “Dear, our hospital is having its annual banquet next Saturday night, and I already replied that I’d bring a plus one. Which suit would you like me to pull out of the closet and press?”
Dad’s fork halted in mid-air as if she’d shot him with a freeze ray. After a few seconds, he nestled it back onto his plate and sorrowfully replied, “I’m sorry, Linda, but we’ve already scheduled a shift for next Saturday to catch up on our backload. It’d be unfair to ask Dave to cover both of our jobs.”