Chapter 3: Changed

I could say that I spent that night in torment masturbating while I had visions of my Mother and my Aunt doing some sort of sexual dance on my body. However, that's not how it was. First I didn't really know what masturbating was; and second, by the time we made it through dinner, the house was clean and we had all been ushered through the shower, we were pretty tired. As all kids, we probably didn't even know how beat we were. We had are sleeping bags all set up in the back yard and that's where we were headed. After the normal amount of kid chat no one stirred until the first call of the rooster.

In the morning, by the time we had gotten up to the main house my Mother and Aunt had our day planned. Knowing what I know today, I should have looked back over my shoulder when I entered the house because from that point in time my life would never be the same.

The plan was for us kids to hook up with the Helen on the next farm over to go blackberry picking. Helen was a jolly farmwife who was great to be around and when the cousins came to visit there was at least one outing with Helen. She gave everybody a plastic pale, paid a dollar for every pale picked AND provided a super picnic lunch and a swim in her pond.

Helen came by after breakfast to pick us up and as we were getting ready to load up my Mother came and told Helen I couldn't come along. It seems while we were getting ready Mom had checked on the chickens and the coup need some emergency repairs and she needed my help. Helen and the cousins all groaned but I didn't really mind; blackberry picking was at the bottom of my list of fun things. I seemed always to get stuck more by the thorns than berries picked.

When I went into the house only my Aunt was in the kitchen. Alice said that I should go back to the bathroom that my Mother needed my help. I tapped on the door and my Mother was bent over the basin washing her face. I asked what she needed that I was on my way out to look at the chicken coop. She just turned around and said, "You're not going to fix the chicken coop Baby, that was just an excuse". Just then my Aunt who was standing behind me nudged me forward and closed the door.

Mother walked over to the toilet and closed the cover and sat down. She was wearing a nightgown that was like a slip with thin straps. She pulled the hem up and sat down not making an attempt at bringing her thighs together. She had been wearing her pad since our last time together I could see that there was significant seepage from her heavy menses. I was hypnotized until she spoke.

"Does Baby want to do Mommy", was all she said. I knew what to do and I nodded and took the three steps forward and kneeled in front of her. I sat back on my haunches as she slid her hips forward, spread her thighs as wide as she could, and then with a hooked index finger caught the edge of her pad and pulled it as far to the side as possible.

The odor that was barely noticeable the day before was now so very pungent. Not only did it appear that my Mother had not changed the pad since my introduction the day before, it looked like she had not bothered to move the pad before she had to pee. That being said as soon as the scent hit my nose my penis was as hard as is humanly possible.

My Aunt snapped me out of my trance by asking my Mother what she could do. "He likes his bottom done," replied my Mother.

"Oh Peggy is going to love this boy" shot back Aunt Peg.

Aunt Peggy was the third sister and she was a knock out. She wasn't gangly like Aunt Alice or strong like my Mother. Aunt Peg was beautiful almost a glamorous woman that had been married about 5 or more times. It was also my understanding that she was very "naughty". That made sense at one time but not now. Not with what was going on in this farmhouse bathroom.

"All in good time time, Alice; all in good time" was my Mothers reply.

Alice had positioned herself at my side and she tapped me on my shoulder and said, "OK Sport, nurse Alice wants you to drop your shorts".

I looked to my Mother for approval and she said "Honey, it's now time you start trusting your Aunt Alice. As you are about to find out, all she wants to do is make you feel good".

I dropped my shorts and underpants and she lifted my t-shirt over my head. Aunt Alice then held out her hand and helped me kneel down in front of my Mother. My Mother smiled at me, kissed my forehead and slowly brought my face close to he sex. She had used her other hand to part her lips and she brought my lips to the swollen clitoris that was covered in sheen of red lacquer that was the product of her menses.

My Mother let out with an instant moan. Low and guttural she just moaned so deep. I could see that she was trying to force her thighs much wider than they needed to be. Then she started to gyrate. Moan and gyrate.

My Aunt, who had been gently rubbing my bottom, started probing my rectum with a small finger coated with Vaseline. My Mother had apparently told Aunt Alice how I had responded as an infant and yesterday to her anal administrations. "That's my baby boy Timmy. You like your Auntie fucking your ass while you lap at your Mommy's nasty cunny".

Well it looked like today I was going to get a language lesson as a bonus. My Mother had always used proper language. Even if she were to tell an off color joke she always used 'popper English' for everything which often was more hysterical that the joke she was telling.

"Does Baby want Aunty to rub his cock. Your Mother tells me that you can't come yet. Well honey we're going to have to do something about that. You know Aunty can't really get off unless her Baby can eat his cum out of her cunny and ass. You want to fuck your Aunty don't you?

Just then I felt my Aunt's hand with a glob of Vaseline start to stroke my penis, I mean cock. Little did I know that this would be one of my sexual highlights; my face lapping at a savory pussy while women were pleasuring my ass and cock.

The look on my Mother's face was that of bliss while the look on my Aunt's face was one of laser-focused intensity.

My Aunt, her hands on autopilot, turned her attentions to my Mother, "Tell me sis, do you like the way your boy here can clean up that nasty gash of yours"?

"Yesssssssss, Yes, it's sooooo good. Oh baby, do Mommy real good. Oh that's it suck on my clit Baby, that's it. Ohhhhh"! "Sis, his face is so smooth, smoother than yours; Oh my Gauuuuud"!

"I'm going to have to break Timmy in good Pat," my Aunt warned. Little Timmy here has one tight asshole and if Aunt Peg gets hold of him with one of her strapon's; it's going to be a long night".

I didn't know what my Aunt Alice was talking about but my Mother did and it registered in the intensity of both her moans and the bucking of her pelvis. I would learn many years later that both Mom and Aunt Alice had many pleasurable hours with Aunt Peg and the wizardry she could employ using a strapon.

"He must like licking that gash of yours while my pinky is up his bottom because he's as hard as rock; now common sis talk to him; tell him what you need" coached my Aunt.

"Is Aunty jacking you off real good Timmy? You are making Mommy feel so good. Are you getting ready to come for Mommy?

It was about this time that my Mother let go of head and stuck her index finger all the way into her pussy and for the next minute or so dredged globs of her menses up and then finger-painted the rose bud of her bottom with the red smear. Aunt Alice kept slowly jacking me off as my Mother soon took small globs of her smeary sex and worked into her bottom. Soon the red flow was oozing equally out of both her pussy and ass.

Mom rocked all the way back and spread the cheeks of her bottom. "Now Timmy you know what Mommy wants, don't you Timmy"?

Without 'really' knowing, I knew what she wanted and I lowered my lips to the entrance of her rectum. As I slowly slipped my tongue in passed her tight ring my Mother gently pushed and I was rewarded with a gentle warm flow of her discharge.

I pulled my head back to look and the discharge continued to flow from her ass.

"Arrrrrrrrrrrgh". It was my Aunt. I was so focused on what my Mother and I was doing that I was unaware that my Aunt had stopped her gentle rubbing of my privates and bottom and had fallen back and lifted her sundress and had started masturbating. When she saw me lift my head from my Mother's menstrual fountain it was too much for her and she erupted in a violent orgasm.

No sooner had I become aware of my Aunt's condition my mother lurched forward and grabbed the back of my head bringing me back into position with tongue deeply lodged in her bottom. She then started rubbing her clit very quickly and chanting "Mommy is going to come... Mommy is going to come... Arrrrgh".

At this point Mom start to convulse and she pushed my head back so forcibly that my head snapped back as I was ejected a few feet back. I lost my balance stumbled and ended up being caught by my Aunt as I flew backward. I know my Mother didn't mean to hurt me but something happened as I was batted back during her orgasm. I didn't know why she pushed me so hard and I started to cry.

So the scene is pretty incredible. In a farmhouse bathroom, which housed a laundry with a deep basin and changing room in addition to a normal bathroom is my Mother, Aunt and myself. My Mother has just slumped to the floor off of the toilet still convulsing and is on her back with a flow of blood coming from her pussy and ass. Six feet back is my Aunt who sexually exhausted laying on the floor braced by the bathroom back wall cradling me while I'm crying uncontrollably.

This time it was my Mother that came over and closed the three-way embrace, which was becoming a tradition. She asked how I was and apologized. She said that sometimes sex got so intense that you needed to stop the stimulation. I don't think I understood what she was saying but I understood what she meant. She meant that everything was going to be OK.

Again almost on cue my Aunt took the lead. "OK, it's time that Nurse Alice takes charge here. We've got to get the patients and this ward cleaned up now"! Then my Aunt started laughing and tickling me. I snapped out of my funk and started giggling and Mom got up and went for some towels.

I was a mess. From navel to knees I was a smear of Vaseline and my Mother's sex was a thin veneer from the bridge of my nose to my chin. Aunt Alice kept her tickling of me up until I wore an even coat of Vaseline from head to toe. Alice stood up and then bent over and picked me up like it was no effort at all and Eskimo kissed me all the way to the walk-in shower.

Mom had turned on the shower and opened the door and Alice just waltzed in while cradling me in her arms. We were both laughing so hard it's a wonder we didn't fall into the shower. She put me down as soon as we entered the shower and grabbed the soap and started lathering me up. For the next 15 minutes I was the center of Aunt Alice's life. I felt so good to be loved by another person other than my Mother. I remember, even at this early age, that I thought that this was extra special because this all came about from a person I thought to be cold and uncaring.