Chapter 13

Aunt Elaine

Climbing off the bus the following morning, I made myself a promise that I wouldn’t let the excitement of my Aunt’s coming to visit that night take away from the John Travolta-like walk from the opening credits of Saturday Night Fever I had practiced since the girls fought over me.

I had been right to think I would be the talk of the school today, especially since Becky and Regina were suspended for the remainder of the week.

Both boys and girls peeled away as I strolled down the corridors enroute to my classes. By lunchtime, I wasn’t thinking about anything else other than bedding my aunt and her gigantic tits that night and had a perpetual boner to prove it. The guys saw it and laughed as they nudged one another. The girls took note as well and tried to hide their interest, but fell short since I expected them to check me out and more than once met their eyes with mine, followed by a knowing smile that had them flushed and embarrassed and not knowing what to do, or how to act.

Except for Sydnie-Ann Jablonski, who approached me in our Civics class.

“Nice boner you have there, Howie. Who is it for?”

“Hi, Sydnie-Ann. You noticed, eh?”

“Everyone’s noticed, even Mrs. Kranick, but I think she’s seen a few of them in her time.”

“I, um, talked with Reggie after the um...” I said

“I know. We talk a lot, Howie. So what she wants to know is: what’s the deal with Becky?”

Now Reggie and I had gotten together already and agreed that her fighting Becky over me was stupid and that they had already agreed they would share me on an every other day basis. I had to assume Sydnie-Ann was acting on her own and not with Reggie’s permission, so I tried to dig deeper into her reasoning and asked, “What do you mean, what’s the deal?”

“She didn’t seem pissed at you. After what you pulled she should have been furious. I mean, she fought Becky in front of the whole school over you and that got her suspended.”

I decided to be honest with her. “Sydnie-Ann, Reggie and I have made up. We’ve even resolved the Becky thing. I had hoped she would have included you in her plan and maybe she has but hasn’t told you yet. See, they, and I mean, Reggie and Becky are going to share me on an every other day basis. No hard feelings. No jealous tantrums, and no fighting.

Sharing equally.

How Reggie works you in is her decision. I like you just fine and I’m willing to keep going with the both of you. But it’s Reggie’s call. I hope you understand. I really am sorry if this comes as a surprise and hurts you. I don’t mean to do that, but I couldn’t let things go without telling you.

A few minutes later, it appeared our little moment had ended until she scooted over a bit more to push against my leg. We were way too exposed to do much else and this didn’t seem like much, though Mrs. Kranick looked our way and sharpened her eyes. We continued to pretend we were going over our notes while I whispered, “I like you, Sydnie-Ann. I especially like fucking you.”

“Me too,” she replied.

“We’ll work it out. I won’t let you be cast aside. I like you more than Becky for sure. Maybe you, Reggie and I can get together this weekend.”

“Oh, I’d like that, Howie.”

“Are you two studying or having a personal conversation?” Mrs. Kranick said, ending our talk for good.

Sydnie-Ann kept staring at me. She didn’t cry and for that I was grateful. She did however pack up her things and left the classroom moments before the bell rang.

I couldn’t stand being the center of attention and not having anyone approach me to ask the apparently unaskable question: Had I screwed both Reggie and Becky? So I cut the last two classes of the day and went home to a massive surprise.

I don’t recall being unusually quiet as I entered the house. Perhaps I was, but if so, it wasn’t intentional. I saw the suitcase two steps into the living room and knew my aunt had arrived.

I stood stock still and listened. They weren’t talking ... the television wasn’t on ... why was it so quiet if my mother and Aunt Elaine were in the house together?

From my mother’s bedroom I head a long drawn out sigh. I took off my shoes and carefully placed them on the carpet and edged toward the bedroom on stockinged feet.

I hadn’t expected to see them kissing on my mother’s bed.

They lay there, arms entwined, wearing only panties and bras. My mom wore a garter belt and dark stockings as well. They looked beautiful together as they held the kiss and fondled each other’s breasts.

I slowly resumed breathing and reached down to clutch my erection through my slacks.

“Oh, it’s been so long, Rach,” Aunt Elaine said huskily as she pressed her leg between my mother’s legs.

“Mmmmm,” My mother whispered, humping her younger sister’s thigh in return.

They both giggled as if recalling a moment long ago, which of course is exactly what they were doing. And they kissed again. I watched as my mother’s tongue slid easily into Elaine’s slightly opened mouth and my aunt pushed her leg deeper between my mothers’.

I realized at that moment that I was almost sick with jealousy at my aunt’s being where I lusted to be. My cock was so hard I couldn’t feel anything else.

Ending the kiss, my mother lifted one of my aunt’s tits from her brassiere and put her mouth to it, sucking wantonly while Elaine calmly unsnapped mom’s brassiere and her lovely breasts spilled into my aunt’s hands.

Elaine moaned with pleasure as mother moved her head and tugged lightly on her dark nipple. I wished desperately that it was me making her moan with so much pleasure. I watched, still squeezing my cock, as mother’s moist lips opened, pursed, and then her pink tongue joined the pleasure-giving celebration around the enlarged brown nipple.

Elaine purred as she straightened her back so as to thrust the nipple further into my mother’s mouth. Her eyes were closed in silent pleasure and her hands fiddled with the front clasp of Elaine’s brassiere. It sprang apart and my eyes were greeted with the excitement of my aunt’s breasts; two round, wonderful, firm melons gleamed in the soft light as the brassiere was tossed aside.

Elaine moaned loudly as my mother rubbed the strap marks away, her hands swirling all around the newly freed orbs.

“Shhhh!” my mother cried nervously, and then giggled.

I watched her fingers pulling on Elaine’s large nipples, twisting, gently pulling, rolling them between her fingers, as my aunt writhed with pleasure, still mouthing my mother’s nipple. I watched as she opened her mouth as wide as possible and sucked more of her tit into her mouth, and then let it slide glistening from her lips. She kissed each nipple once briefly and leaned back to let my mother suckle on her breasts. As she assumed this posture, her leg pressed harder against the crotch of my mother’s panties.

I couldn’t stand it any longer. As silently as possible I lowered the zipper of my fly and carefully eased my cramped cock out. I glanced down at the white pole jutting before me and saw the tip was already oozing precum and absentmindedly smeared it around with my

Thumb, and then decided not to touch it just yet for fear of ejaculating all over the place.

“Elaine ... what have you got us into?” my mother laughed.

Elaine gasped as the soft breath of my mother’s mouth lingered over her nipple. Then my mother planted a series of soft kisses over both breasts and said, “You have such pretty breasts, Elaine!”

And then the nipple disappeared between my mother’s lipsticked lips and I could see her begin to suck. I could tell that her tongue was bathing the stiffened nipple as her mouth suckled. Her head turned pulling the nipple away from the big soft orb of Elaine’s breast and then with a soft pop, snapped from her mouth.

Elaine moaned with pleasure and her hands lifted and squeezed my mother’s breasts.

Mother gasped with pleasure and that sent Elaine off in search of other treasure. Her hand stealthily moved to the gusset of mother’s panties and began making small circles. At the same time she was nipping at biting at each of mother’s nipples in turn, leaving both of them panting with excitement.

Moments later they were kneeling and facing each other, locked in a torrid kiss. Their swaying breasts were perfect in the soft light. Then they shuffled together and the undulating tits made contact and I watched their utter and complete pleasure as they moved them against each other. Again and again they pressed and rubbed their breasts together and kissed. It was beautiful; perfect and beautiful.

“Are we really going to... ?” I heard my mother say.

Wordlessly, Auntie Elaine slipped her fingers into mom’s panties and began sliding them down her generous hips.

“Ohmigod...” I heard her mutter.

But she helped her sister take them off, and I watched the ring of pale pink nylon sail across the room. My aunt shucked her own white panties off in a quick swish of motion and the two were nearly naked at last. Only the sexy dark stockings and pink garter belt remained.

“Me first,” Elaine said quietly.

I watched her breasts hang down pendulously as she kneed her way along the soft creaky mattress and knelt in the Islamic bow position between my mother’s legs. Caressingly, she parted her legs and raised my mother’s knees. She kissed the dark patch of hair and slipped her hands under her bottom. Elaine moved her head from side to side and kissed some more. The light and their positioning were not good enough to see exactly what was going on. I could only see my aunt bury her face and lips deeper between my mother’s wide spread thighs.

The curve of Elaine’s ass was like that of a classic Greek statue, full, mature, ripe, soft, wonderful. Occasionally she would rub her cheek against mother’s stocking, or kiss her thigh just above the dark band of the stocking; then kiss her way down the triangular path of hair now glistening with moisture from her deep, sensual kisses.

“Come here...” my mother whispered.

Aunt Elaine turned around so that my mother could kiss her pussy too. They struggled with the position but finally, they were a lovely mass of soft feminine curves for me to stare thoroughly enthralled at. Slowly and lovingly the lips and heads delved into the secret crevices between their legs. They wrapped their arms around each other, molding body against soft body. I could hear little moist sounds, moans of pleasure, little words of love exchanged. First one and then the other body jerked and strained hard and more moans of pleasure drifted up to my ears.

Then they lay back for a moment, exhausted, before turning to face each other with a kiss on the lips.

My mother’s clit seemed to be pressed against my aunt’s thigh. She groaned and arched her hips upward. Elaine’s mouth was now pressed against mother’s ear. I saw her tongue dart out and lick it and almost came without having stroked myself.

From the top of the ear, she ran her hot tongue around to the ear lobe. Then she gently started trace the inside of my mother’s ear. Then she sucked the ear into her mouth. A wave of sexual pleasure overwhelmed my mother. She moaned loudly as my aunt continued sucking on her ear. Elaine’s hips were rocking back and forth against her thigh. My mother could not stop herself from humping back.

Elaine’s tongue left her ear and began traveling down my mother’s neck. She began bestowing little sucky kisses to the top of my mother’s shoulder. My mother moaned and turned her head. Elaine just went on with those sucky kisses only now it was to the other side of her neck.

It was evident to me that my aunt was driving my mother crazy with this technique, and I memorized it and would use it on Reggie and Becky and Sydnie-Ann within the week; and again the next time I was with my sister and Candy.

It occurred to me that I was watching sisterly love first hand. A second later, I realized that what I had with Stephanie was also sisterly love, and then and there I decided to tell my mother about Stephie and me; only not just then.

My mother, unable to take any more of this sensuous treatment, seized her sister by the neck and brought her mouth to her own, kissing her almost violently.

Elaine’s hips began grinding against mother. I could only assume she was masturbating herself that way. The thought of it added to my arousal.