Don't Overthink It!
Copyright© 2026 by MrCurrie
Chapter 3
Incest Sex Story: Chapter 3 - 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
After Mom finished her shower, I went in to take mine. My prick was as hard as a rock, as I anticipated another great hand job from Mom. I carefully washed it, taking care not to become too excited. To ease some of the pain, I twisted my soapy crown, groaning.
The room was already dark when I entered the bedroom, and before I could remove my robe, Mom said, “Jimmy, I want to get to sleep right away, and after the long day, I won’t need any help. Instead, would you mind helping Paula get a good night’s sleep? I think she’ll appreciate it.”
I couldn’t see her face, but I knew there’d be a big grin on it, mirroring my own. I carefully opened our door, and then my aunt’s connecting door. Her room was as dimly lit as ours, and I hoped she hadn’t already fallen asleep.
“Auntie, are you awake?” I whispered so softly, I’m not sure she could hear me.
The covers rustled as she turned, and then she answered, “Yes, I am. My body is tired, but my mind is reeling from all the things we did today. I haven’t had that much fun in a long time. What’s going on? Is Linda all right?”
“Yeah, she conked out before I could crawl into bed. She figured she would. Before I took my shower, she told me she probably wouldn’t need me, and I should check on you to see if you’d like some company.”
“Yes, please,” she softly murmured, with a deep, sexual tone that made my cock throb. “Tell me what I have to do.”
“Turn on your side and face the other direction, and then I’ll slide in and snuggle up next to you,” I instructed.
After more rustling, she meekly said, “Okay, ready.”
When I dropped my robe, my cock sprang straight out. It was painfully hard, and I hoped my aunt would be open to giving me the same relief as my mother. Once under the covers, I inched closer to her, and when my chest hit her back, she gasped. I reached over her with my arm, grabbed her waist, and pulled her back into me, my cock nestling into her soft ass. I could tell she was wearing panties under her nightie, but there was no mistaking the hard prick captured between us, trapped in an upright position.
“Oh, my!” she exclaimed, inhaling deeply, but she didn’t try to move away. After several moments, her stomach pulsed as her breathing quickened. “Does it ever go down? How does your mother get to sleep with that pressed against her?”
“She usually feels sorry for me and takes care of things. You might say she takes a hands-on approach, if you know what I mean.” A nervous giggle escaped as I tried to lighten the mood.
She turned around and shoved me flat on the bed. Suddenly, I felt a hand wrapped around my cock. There was just enough dim light to see the joyful expression on her face as she stroked me. “Ever since the first time I felt that thing jab me on the dance floor, I’ve wanted to feel it. Don’t worry, Jimmy. I’ll take your mother’s place tonight and relieve you.”
Her technique was a little different than Mom’s, her fingers undulating as she pumped, as if she were playing a flute, but it was just as effective. I began groaning and flexing my hips upward from the pleasure. The big difference was that Mom always shoved the covers down, but my aunt just slid her hand underneath the sheets. After ten minutes of frantic stroking, my panting became as loud as my groans, and it was obvious I was nearing my orgasm.
She briefly paused, and asked, “I don’t want to get the sheets all sticky. What does your mother do?”
Before I could formulate an acceptable answer, she squeezed and commenced with some power strokes. I opened my mouth and gasped.
She mistook my rounded mouth for my answer and croaked, “Okay, I can do that.”
Her head disappeared under the covers, and then I felt her mouth engulf my cock. Her tongue scraped my shaft as she fucked my prick with her sucking mouth. Mom’s hand jobs were good, but my aunt’s blowjob was several levels above it. One of her hands cupped my balls and gently squeezed them, while she continued to fuck me with her talented mouth. When the first stream shot out, I heard her gulping, followed by a soft moan. She continued to pull out my entire load and swallow every drop. After she drained me and my prick began to go soft, she released me and assumed her original position on her side.
I slid up against her and pressed my body to hers. “Thanks, Auntie, but I didn’t mean for you to do that. I was about to explain that Mom moves the covers down and then cleans me up once I eject my load onto my stomach, but I couldn’t really say anything. The pleasure from your hand was over the top, and I kind of froze. Sorry about that.”
She giggled. “I guess that’s another secret between you and me, isn’t it? What your mom doesn’t know won’t hurt her. But at least you should be able to fall asleep now. I can’t believe how good it feels having you snuggle against me. Let’s enjoy the night and not worry about what happened between us.”
When we woke up, I pulled on my robe and, while heading for my room, called back, “Give me fifteen minutes, Auntie, and I’ll be ready for breakfast.”
Mom was already gone, and after eating, we went back out on the town, enjoying pizza again, of course. In the museum, she noticed me glancing at her long, shapely legs, exposed by her short skirt, remarking, “I guess you like my skirt today. You did compliment my legs, so I thought I’d give you a little reward, especially for giving me a great night’s sleep. How was your night?” Her sexy smile said it all. She wanted me to compliment her on her blowjob.
“It was one of the best nights ever. Thanks again, Auntie, for your help in making me comfortable.”
She just smiled, grabbed my arm, and dragged me to the next exhibit, a skeleton of a giant dinosaur, named SUE.
During that evening, Mom pulled me close, long before the last dance, and whispered, “You know, sweetie. You don’t have to wait until the last dance to hold your partner close. Sometimes, a woman likes her man to be a little more aggressive.”
I pulled her into me, smashing my hard cock into her, while my hands ran up and down her back.
“Lower your left hand until it rests at the point my ass starts rounding out, but don’t squeeze,” she instructed.
I left my hand resting on her lower back just at the swell of her behind, not too far down.
“That’s just as much, if not more, sensuous than a man squeezing her ass, although a woman desires that, too, just not all the time. Just the feel of your hand there is very pleasurable for me. Now, run your left hand up my side, gently brushing the side of my breast, but don’t linger and don’t squeeze.”
Providing me instructions on how to seduce a woman was affecting her, too, as her breasts heaved in and out against my chest, as she inhaled deeply and rapidly. When my palm brushed across her breast, she moaned and kissed my neck. “That feels wonderful, dear. Practice with your aunt, and tell her no if she asks you to spend the night with her. I miss you and want you back with me tonight.”
“You’ll always be my highest priority, Mom,” I replied, passing my open hand across the side of her breast again. At the close of the song, she kissed me on the lips, with no tongue, unfortunately.
Needless to say, our dances became more erotic after that, thanks to Mom’s lessons. Aunt Paula asked me on the last dance whether I could keep her company again, but I broke it to her that Mom needed me. I did promise to discuss with Mom that maybe the next night, our last one, I could spend with her. That made her night, and I received a nice, sloppy kiss as a reward.
After my shower, I didn’t even bother with a robe, walking out into our dark bedroom and sliding under the covers. Before I got close to her, she said, “Lie flat on your back.”
My prick, already hard, jerked and throbbed, pointing toward my head, as I moved into position. Cool air hit me as she slid the covers off of us. I felt the bed shake as she knelt beside me, her knees shoved against my left arm. One of her hands wrapped around the base of my cock and held it upright. I groaned as her hand slowly slid to the tip, then back to the root.
The bed rocked again, as she brought her right leg over me and planted it between my arm and side. Then she adjusted her left leg so it was also nudged against the side of my chest. Before I knew it, my cock was enveloped by her hot mouth. I gasped, my mouth open, when her wet pussy was planted onto my face. Although I’d never done oral on a woman, I’d seen plenty of pornos.
I reached up, slid my hands under her nightie, and gripped her bare ass cheeks, pulling her wet slot onto my mouth. I licked up and down her greasy crease, savoring the feel and taste. When I jabbed my tongue into her folds, she moaned, her mouth full of my hard cock.
She gripped my thighs while she feasted on my cock, and every time my tongue hit a sensitive spot, her hands tightened. She was guiding and teaching her son how to eat pussy, and by the feel of her tight grip, I was excelling in my efforts. When I dragged my tongue over her covered clit, her body jerked, my mouth sliding forward into her forest of silky fur.
Sinking my fingers into her ass, I held her tightly and repositioned her to keep her pussy in place as I continued my assault on her juicy slot. With my attention focused on pleasing my mother’s pussy, I’d held off my own orgasm longer than normal. Her mouth began sliding up and down my prick faster, and then one of her hands cupped my balls. It was another lesson to tell me she was ready to cum.
I’d always read that a woman expected to be told when a man was about to cum, in case they didn’t like to swallow, but in Mom’s case, I knew she loved savoring the taste of my cum. As I tongue-fucked her, her mouth sucked and pulled on my prick until I was ready to blow.
While holding her firmly to my face, I ran my tongue up to her clit again, finding it engorged and unprotected. I wrapped my lips around it and squeezed, triggering her orgasm. She humped her pussy into me, and I quickly released her nub to swallow her flowing nectar.
The combination of her vacuum-strength sucking mouth and the feeling of triumph of making my mother climax, my prick erupted in her mouth, sending streams of semen down her throat. Slurping sounds from both of us filled the room as we cleaned up each other’s juices. Once she was satisfied that I was clean, her limp body collapsed onto mine, her smooth, soft thighs cradling my head.
After remaining motionless for ten minutes, each of us lost in the post-climactic bliss, she moved off me, turned around, and lay on her side.
I snuggled up next to her and croaked, “That was unbelievable, Mom. I love you so much.”
I felt her body tremble, and when she replied, “I love you, too, sweetie,” her voice was strained.
My heart sank, knowing she was crying, and i feared that it was my fault.
I gripped her side, and whispered, “I’m sorry, Mom, if I hurt you in any way.”
“They’re tears of joy, sweetie, not sorrow,” she whispered back, a slight giggle mixed in. “Now, go to sleep, and as I mentioned before, don’t overthink it. It just happened.”
Both of us fell asleep faster than ever, thanks to our intense orgasms.
The next morning, after we’d dressed and were waiting for Paula, Mom said, “Jimmy, we need to talk.”
I’d read enough loving wives stories to know this wasn’t going to be good.
We were sitting on the bed, and she turned to me and held both of my hands, a gentle squeeze and a wide smile. She was preparing me for the worst. “I’m sorry for how I acted last night. As you know, your father and I haven’t been intimate for over a year, but then the way you held me last night, dancing, triggered some deeply buried desires. I had a moment of weakness. I can normally control myself better, but I was so horny, I broke a boundary I should’ve never crossed.”
She inhaled deeply, sighed and continued, “I argued to you that a hand job was really not cheating, and although we didn’t have intercourse last night, we did have sexual contact, much more intimate than a simple hand job. For that, I am very sorry that I involved you. I also have some other reasons that, in my mind, justified my actions, but, nonetheless, I allowed myself a pleasure that was forbidden. Although your father and I have drifted apart, I still owe him my respect, so what I’m saying, it’s not going to happen again. Let’s forget it ever happened.”
Her eyes displayed how much her heart ached, which made mine also hurt. My beautiful Mom had exposed her raw emotions to me, speaking to me, not as a child, but as a grown man. I was more in love with her than ever.
“Mom, there’s nothing to be sorry about. My only wish is to make you happy, and even if it was wrong, I know you enjoyed it as much as I did. Your guilt about disrespecting Dad is misplaced. It’s not right for him to deprive you of intimacy for more than a year. No one should have to endure what you’ve been through.”
I paused to let my words sink in, gave her hands a light squeeze, and continued, “As far as forgetting last night, that’ll never happen. It was the most erotic thing I’ve ever done. I’ve had sex before, but not with someone I deeply love. The moment you came, the feelings that washed over me were so powerful I nearly blacked out. It was the most exhilarating, beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced. I won’t ever forget it.”
Her eyes misted over, and I hoped it wasn’t sorrow, but joy from hearing my declaration of love.
She confirmed the latter when she kissed me gently on the lips, and whispered, “Thank you, Jimmy. I feel better already, and you’re right, it was an unforgettable experience, not only for you but for me also.”
“I do have a confession, Mom,” I added, locking eyes with her. “Do you remember when we talked about you licking up my cum, and you said that it was identical to me drinking Carol’s ‘nectar’?”
She nodded her head, recalling our conversation.
“Well, truth be told, she didn’t like oral, so last night was the first time for me. You probably noticed my inexperience, but I just did what felt natural, along with reacting to your body language. But you’re right, there was nothing gross about it, especially from someone you love. You might say you broke my oral virginity.”
Both of us giggled from that.
“That surprises me about Carol, but in any case, I’m glad you enjoyed it. I’d like you to promise me one thing, though. I don’t know how it went with your aunt the other night, but tonight’s our last night, and I’d like her to enjoy being with you one more time. My only request is that you don’t have intercourse with her, as she’ll have the same regrets as I do, even with your uncle neglecting her. I know I said we can’t have a repeat, but I’d like your aunt to enjoy the same kind of relief that I received last night. Just don’t go overboard, all right?”
“Of course, Mom. I’d never do anything to hurt either of you. She did hint that she’d like me to spend tonight with her, so that’ll make her happy. Would you like to tell her, or do you want me to?”
She thought a bit, smiled mischievously, and answered, “I’ll let you do it, but make her work for it. Maybe tell her she needs to provide a little incentive while you’re dancing. In fact, I’ll help you out. Wait until this evening, and it’ll become much clearer to you.”
Before I could ask her any more questions, Aunt Paula knocked on the connecting door. We all went to breakfast, then went out on the town. Instead of pizza, Mom insisted we dine at a place known for their Italian beef sandwiches. It was a good choice. We spent a long time wandering around the aquarium, with one or both of them holding hands with me.
After finishing the day, visiting more sights, we made our way back to the hotel for dinner. When finished, I figured we’d move over to the dance floor section.
But Mom said, “Tonight, I thought we’d hit a nightclub near here. It’s called The Berkshire Room, and it’s within walking distance. It’s noted for its unique cocktails and romantic atmosphere, plus it has a dance floor. Let’s go to our rooms, change, and head out.”
As soon as we entered our room and closed the door, I turned to Mom, looked at her nice skirt and blouse, and asked, “You look great, Mom. Why change?”
Another mischievous smirk formed on her face. “The only one changing is Paula. I’m going over to help her. Wait here, and we’ll come get you when we’re ready.” She opened our connecting door, then opened Aunt Paula’s, and after entering her room, closed the door.
Muffled voices emanated from my aunt’s room, so, out of curiosity, I pressed my ear to the cool wood of the door to listen, but couldn’t make anything out, except soft, bubbling laughter and occasional sharp, gleeful squeals.
When it became quieter, I moved back toward the bed so they wouldn’t catch me snooping. When they walked in, my wide grin returned. That’s when I understood what Mom had said about helping me with some incentive earlier that morning. My aunt was adorned in the same outfit as the night she’d gotten drunk. It was the same short skirt, showing off her long, shapely legs, with the same crop-top blouse, billowing out, showing off her sunken stomach.
I noticed immediately one difference. She wasn’t wearing a bra this time, her engorged tips trying to poke through the tight material. To achieve the same cheerleader look, she’d tied her hair back in a ponytail. There’d be a lot of men’s tongues hanging out at the club. Hopefully, between Mom and me, we could protect her.
We found a cozy, romantic booth near the back of the club. Mom ordered a bourbon-herbal cocktail, while Paula chose a variation of a Hurricane. After Mom and Paula denied multiple men from pulling them to the floor, I first danced with Mom. She seemed a little distant, maybe still remorseful from her actions the night before. On our second dance, I pulled her in, and she melted into me, her remorse not affecting her desire for a close dance.
Paula was all smiles as we danced, and I tried the techniques Mom had taught me, resting my hand on the swell of her ass. There was no distance between us for every dance, her body plastered to mine. The entire time, they barely sipped on their drink, never ordering a refill. Finally, they decided to call it a night, with Aunt Paula and me wrapping it up with the final dance.
I shuffled her over to a dark area, where hardly any couples were present, pulled her in close, and moved my left hand down to her thigh, running it underneath her short skirt, and cupping her ass as before. She moaned and kissed my neck.
“Wearing a thong again, tonight?” I asked her, whispering into her ear.
“Yes,” she croaked. “Do you approve? I wanted your hand to have full access.”
“What I’d really like is no thong or anything else,” I whispered back.
She gasped, hugging me tighter, grinding her stomach on my bulge. “From now on, that’s what I’ll wear for you, sweetie,” she murmured.
While keeping a firm grip of her ass, I kissed her lightly.
She kissed me back, and, in a pleading, sultry voice, asked, “Do you think you could keep me company tonight?”
“I might be persuaded to talk Mom into it. Could I have a little sample of what I can expect?” I asked, kissing her again.
“Can you show me what you want?” she asked, lust filling her eyes.
I kissed her harder, my tongue sliding through her lips, exploring her mouth. One of her hands held my head to hers, her kiss becoming more intense. Locking my eyes with hers, I gripped her bare side with my right hand. Sliding upward, underneath her crop-top, I stopped when my hand reached the underside of her bare breast. Her eyes widened, and she moaned when I wrapped my hand around her tit and squeezed. I mauled her meaty mound, encountering no resistance from her.
Hot air forcefully expelled from her nostrils as I fondled her tit, then my fingertips found her rock-hard nipple and squeezed. She had to release my mouth to inhale and gasp for air before resting her head on my shoulders, kissing my neck. “Is that enough reward, sweetie? You can have anything you want. Please come to my room tonight.”
I pulled my hands away from her tit and ass, gripping her bare waist as we swayed to the final moments of the song. “You’ve more than convinced me, Auntie. I’m sure Mom will agree. She likes to spoil her little sister.”
“I can hardly wait,” she squealed with delight. “Don’t bother knocking. I’ll leave the door unlocked. And by the way, I won’t be wearing a thong,” she paused, smiled widely, and added, “or anything else.”
While we walked back to our hotel, Paula had her arm wrapped around me, as if she owned me, probably conveying a message to Mom, but Mom only smiled, and wrapped her arm through mine.
After I took my shower, I leaned down, tucked Mom into bed, and pecked her lightly on the lips. “Goodnight, Mom. See you in the morning.”
“Goodnight, and don’t forget what I told you about your aunt,” she warned.
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