Chapter 4: The last of the pills get used

1999...

“You didn’t want to go with ‘em, Sheila?”

“No, fuck that ... I went to see my in-laws last time a few months ago, and then Tess goes and gets knocked up again the moment we’re out of the house. Her father and his family can deal with her.” The ash blonde 40-year-old woman took the last gulp of zinfandel from her glass and then placed it on the coffee table. “Plus, do you think I’m going to leave town right when my little sister’s coming for a visit? I haven’t seen you for two years, Victoria!”

The slim brunette took a sip of her own wine. “I know! You lose track of time jetting around making international business deals. I’ve missed you.”

Sheila wondered if her sister had passive-aggressively given her a poke with that travel comment, but let it slide. Her younger sister had always been ambitious, putting her education first when they were children, and then her career later; Victoria was perennially single, with no kids. Sheila had always thought that her daughter Tess would take after her aunt, but then the stupid girl got pregnant with two kids back-to-back, like her mom, instead.

She sighed, reached into her capri pants pocket, and fished out a packet containing two yellow pills, the last of the Horfies.

Victoria gave the packet an arched eyebrow. “Are those...?”

“Ecstasy. Found ‘em when I was cleaning Vern’s room. You wanna...?”

Victoria gave her a lopsided grin, considering. “Where is Vernon, anyway?”

Sheila opened the bag and plopped the pills into her palm. “Out, probably staying over at his loser buddy’s house again. He’s over there more often than here now.” She proffered the Horfies to her sister.

Victoria took one and popped it into her mouth, chasing it with her zinfandel. Sheila did likewise, using the remains of her sister’s wine. They giggled. Then they heard the front door open and close.

“Vern? Honey?” Sheila asked, wide-eyed.

Her skid son came down the hallway, looking bedraggled. “Yeah, Mom. Oh, hey, Aunt Victoria!”

“Hi, Vernon,” Victoria replied reservedly.

“You’re ... you’re not staying out tonight, hon?” Sheila asked him.

He glanced at their empty wine glasses. “Naw ... gonna crash, though, so you ladies have fun, okay?” He gave them a wave before heading off to his room.

Vern raged. His buddy had to go and get a girlfriend, so now Vern had to go home, to the incessant sound of a crying baby ... Oh right, he realized, Tess was off visiting Grandma and Grandpa with Dad. Well, at least he’d finally get a good night’s sleep!

He half-heartedly tried to “boggle the balogna”, fantasizing about his buddy’s new girl, but then he dropped off, pecker in hand.

Vern woke to a lovely warm suction around his hard cock. Thinking that he was having a nice wet dream about his buddy’s girl, whatshername, he sighed.

His cock suddenly felt cool in the night air. “Awake, are you?”

Startled, he sat up and flicked on his side table lamp. His aunt was on his bed between his legs, her braless boobs dangling inside her blouse, her fingers lightly gripping the base of his cock.

“Aunt Victoria?”

“SHH!” she shushed loudly, “Don’t make noise or your mother’ll freak out and kill us both.” Then she bent down and took his cock back into her mouth.

“A-hh!” he moaned. “Um ... are you drunk?”

She pulled her mouth off of him again. “I said SHH! And I’m drunk and high, thank you very much! Your mom found your pills, and they’ve been confuss-- confusticated ... constipated?” She giggled and started unfastening her blouse.

“Confiscated,” he advised her, unable to tear his eyes away as his aunt’s magnificent C-cups became visible. There was no visible sag, making the late-30’s woman’s breasts look like they belonged to a chick his age.

“Hm, yes,” she murmured as she tossed her blouse to the side and gave him a light slap to the cheek. “Now, no speaking without being spoken to, human dildo.”

As she climbed astride him, he noticed that her skirt was already gone, as well as her underwear, if she had been wearing any in the first place. All that she had on now was a lacey black garter belt holding up dark, thigh-high stockings. He felt the nylon slide along his hips as she situated herself in the cowgirl position, and he opened his mouth to ask if she was sure, but she raised her hand up as if to slap him again, with more force this time, and he closed it again.

Her other hand angled the head of his very hard cock between her wet folds. “Ooh, it’s been a while...” she moaned as the head of his six incher popped inside. “Mmf!” She paused for a moment, letting her body get used to the phallic intrusion, and then pulled up so just the tip was inside before dropping down again. This time a couple inches slipped inside her warm wetness. “Ohh...” She pulled up an inch and then pressed down again, taking most of him inside her.

She looked down at her nephew as he stared at her hot body, and she felt uncomfortable, some vestige of propriety telling her that what she was doing was wrong. Instead of dismounting, though, she raised herself up on her feet and, still squatting with his cock halfway inside her, rotated her body so that she was facing away from him in the reverse cowgirl position. Then she pushed all the way down upon him. “Ohh yeah!” she sighed.

Vern couldn’t believe it. He’d always had a bit of an uncomfortable crush on his aunt, with her tight, athletic bod, and here she was, blitzed out on those weird roofies and fucking him! He admired the dark-haired beauty’s firm ass and slim waist as she moved upon his cock, and with his incomplete masturbation from earlier, he realized that he wasn’t going to last. He sat up and wrapped his arms around her midsection, palming one of her magnificent boobs while his other hand went to her clit.

The clitoral manipulation was all Victoria needed for her overheated body to blast off to Planet Orgasm. Her muscles clenched tight all through her body as pleasure erupted from her clitoris.

When Vern felt his aunt’s pussy firmly grip his cock, he grunted as his pending orgasm spilled over the cliffs of ecstasy and rushed up his shaft.

Victoria felt her nephew’s cock throb inside her and her eyes flew open. “No! Not...” Then she felt the warmth of his potent seed invading her needy, vulnerable reproductive system. “ ... insiiiide...” she moaned as her own orgasm reached escape velocity, her ripe body rewarding her for fulfilling nature’s greatest purpose: unprotected sex with a virile male. “Uhh! U-hhh!”

“What is going on in here...?!” Vern’s bedroom door flew open as his mother burst in. As she beheld the incestuous coupling before her, she yelled, “You fucking bitch! You said you were just going to the bathroom!”

“Ohh Goddd...” Victoria moaned as she pulled off of Vern’s spermy cock, rolled off of the bed, and collapsed to the carpet, still shaking with afterorgasms.

Vern’s mother strode into the room and stood over her sister. “How could you? You know I wanted him; he’s mine!”

Vern blinked, staring at his mother. Had she said...?

She turned to him. “Oh, hon, did she hurt you with her nasty skankiness? Who knows what she caught over there in Amsterdam, or Bangkok ... heh ... bang cock...” She was looking at Vern’s penis as it deflated, but with the intense look of desire on her face, plus the sight of her rather pronounced braless nipples poking out through her blouse, it reversed course. “Ooh, Vern, am I turning you on?” She unbuttoned her blouse and it joined her sister’s on the floor. With his mother’s large D-cup breasts pointing right at him, Vern’s recovery sped up dramatically.

First his sister and her friend a year ago, his sister again a few months ago, and now his aunt and mother? Those pills were both a sexual blessing and an incestuous curse. “Mom, I can’t...”

Her face twisted up in anger. “Young man, if you fuck my sister, then you’re going to damn well fuck me too! Now get over here and take me!” With that, she peeled off her capri pants and underwear before bending over his desk.

“Umm, yes ma’am.” His cock once again at full mast from the sight of her voluptuous body, and assisted by the fact that he couldn’t see his mother’s face anymore, he rose from the bed and came up behind her. A quick check with his fingers revealed that her pussy was already dripping, so he lined himself up and thrust home ... like, literally, since that’s where he was born from.