It all started when my cousin Claire called me to help her paint the living room of her new apartment. Claire was actually my “first cousin once removed” ... her mother Mary was my first cousin; her mother and mine were sisters. In this case, Claire was “removed” in more ways than one, when the family moved out of town so that Mary’s husband Hugh could take a job in another town. But that marriage had broken up, and Mary and Claire had moved back here. Claire wanted to go to the university here, and Mary got her old job as a dental hygienist back. Mary was always “Aunt Mary” to me, since there was a fifteen-year difference in our ages, and I always knew her as an adult.

I hadn’t seen Claire in six years, so I was glad to help her out. Her apartment was two blocks from the campus, in a hundred-year-old house that had been divided into three apartments, one on each floor. Claire had the top floor. When I arrived, the stepladder had been set up and the paint cans were open. All the windows were open, too, to waft away the smell of the drying paint in the warm autumn breeze. She had provided rollers at the end of long handles, because we were starting with the ceiling. I was wearing the same thing as she was ... a tee-shirt and shorts. But her shorts ended just south of her crotch, giving me a great view of shapely legs. Her blonde hair was cut much shorter than I remembered. Her tits didn’t show much under her shirt, but she was definitely more developed than I’d remembered. Well, she was over eighteen now, so it figured.

After a half an hour, our clothes had drips all over them. “Screw this!” Claire said, and she took off her tee-shirt. I gasped. She wore no bra, and her tits were on plain view to me ... not large, but firm and capped with pink gum-drop nipples. Then she shucked her shorts (she was already barefoot) and stood before me in just her panties, tight enough to show a faint camel-toe.

“Now you!” she ordered. I stripped down likewise, until I had only my boxer shorts on.

“Isn’t that better?” she said with a grin. “We can throw all the clothes into the washer when we’re done. Wanna stay for dinner? That’ll give us time to do a load.”

The first load will be the one I’m going to have to shoot before long, I thought. My cock was already swelling.

Now I hadn’t seen Claire since she was around twelve. She was four years younger than me, and when you’re that young, four years is a huge gap. So we didn’t really socialize then, and I just thought of her as one of my kid cousins, just one of many in my Irish-American family. And she probably thought of me as that skinny kid with the acne and the stammer.

But six years later, that blue-eyed freckled kid with the short blonde hair wasn’t that kid anymore. She was a by-God woman, with perfect tits and, I swear, a thigh gap and a camel-toe that I could scarcely tear my eyes away from.

“So ... dinner?” At the sound of her voice, I snapped out of my reverie.

“Sure.”

“Deal! Let’s get back to work.”

The work went quickly, and we no longer minded getting paint all over our bodies. My boner never went away, and I saw her glancing at it with an impish grin. When we were half-way through the job, having finished the living room and ready to do the dining room, she said “Why don’t we shuck our undies? They’re getting painty, too.”

“You just want to see what I’ve got in my shorts!” I answered.

“Like I haven’t seen one before? Get real!”

“Well, I will if you will.”

So she did. But she didn’t disappoint. When her panties came down, they revealed a wreath of trimmed blonde hair that framed two sets of labia, the puffy outer ones and just a hint of inner ones peeking out at the bottom.

Stark naked now, she regarded me expectantly. I slid down my shorts and my cock sprang free, getting harder by the minute.

“Well, I might as well put some paint on it,” she said impishly as she dipped the roller into the tray and applied it to the underside of my cock. “We’re going to wash it all off, anyway.”

“Hey, don’t I get to do that with you?”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Well, fair’s fair.” I painted her nipples with my roller. “Can I do your pussy, too?”

“I’ll think about it,” she said. “Let’s get back to work. I’ll throw those clothes in the washer.”

Back to painting we went. As we worked, I found it hard to tear my eyes away from Claire. Even from the back, she was beautiful, with a tight “runner’s butt” and a slim waist. When she reached up to paint the ceiling, her breasts lifted up invitingly and then dropped again as she lowered her arms. When she bent over to get to the lower part of the wall, those tits dangled invitingly. And when seen from the rear in that position, she displayed a lovely view of her pussy, begging to be fondled or penetrated from behind. Is it any wonder that my boner never really went away?

It did soften, though, and that gave me something else to appreciate ... just the feel of it swinging and hitting my legs as I moved about. I’d never done anything active when I was naked before, and the new sensation of my cock and balls swinging gave me a whole new appreciation of going nude.

So we finished the ceiling and walls, glancing at each other’s naked bodies. Just she was getting ready to cap the paint can, she said, “Paint my nips again!” she demanded. I dipped my finger into the can and painted her nipples, pushing them back and forth until they stiffened. “And my cunt!” More paint, and I put a white streak right up her cleft, massaging her clit with the slippery stuff.

“Now let’s shower,” she said as she capped the can. The bathroom had an old claw-foot tub with a shower ring supporting the curtain. It was tight, but we made it work. As we lathered each other up and washed the paint off, my boner returned, and I felt her nipples stiffen again as I stroked her breasts. My mind was a torrent. This was my kid cousin, a girl I’d known as a child. But she wasn’t that little girl anymore. I felt my lust welling up.

She hugged me, pressing my boner against her belly, and whispered into my ear. “Wanna fuck, Danny?”

“I was thinking the same thing. But is it right? We’re cousins!”

“I thought about that when we were painting. You’re not that shy, skinny teenager with the stammer that I used to know. You’re a different person now. So am I. I’m not getting that familial vibe. And even if I was, I don’t think that would make a difference. So let’s do it! But first, let’s take care of this!” With that, she applied a bit of soap to her hand and ran it up and down my boner. Within seconds, I spewed a load onto her hand as we kissed.

We dried each other off in a hurry and went into the bedroom. The threw herself on the unmade king-size waterbed, lay on her back, and spread her legs in welcome. I knelt on her bed between the V of her legs and fondled my limp dick in anticipation.

“Wait,” she said. “Give me head first.”

She tasted like pussy and soap, and I lapped it up with vigor. At the top of her slot, I saw her clitoris, now swollen, and gave it some attention.

“Can I finger-fuck you?”

“I thought you’d never ask!”

So I slid in first one finger, then two, as I savaged her clit with her tongue. I probed for her G-spot, but couldn’t find it. “Up higher,” she panted. Grateful for her coaching, I adjusted my depth until she said “That’s it.” It was almost half a finger-length up from her hole, on the front of the vagina. It didn’t take long for her orgasm to hit, and I watched her body flush to a pale pink. She was lubricating like crazy and panting like she’d run a forty-yard dash. She was mewling like a kitten until her climax, when she gave a long, loud cry. It was only then that I realized how turned on she became when we painted in the nude that afternoon. My boner was back, and ready for more fun.

“Um,” I managed to gasp. “Are you ... protected?”

“Do you think I’m an idiot? I’ve been on the pill for a year. But I have to ask: are you clean, or do we need a rubber?”

“I’m clean,” I said. “I assume you are, since you asked me.”

“No diseases, Danny. So put it in. Right now!”

I slid up her body, kissing each of those now erect nipples as I passed them, and my now revived cock was positioned at her cunt. My cousin’s cunt. The cunt I never dreamed I’d see, let alone fuck.

“What are you waiting for, Danny?”

I smiled and started sliding my cock into her vagina. It felt like heaven. She sighed with pleasure as I bottomed out in her.

“Fast or slow?” I asked.

“Slow at first. Feel my Kegels? Just time your pumps to my clenches.”

Thank God that she was a woman who knew how to control the pace of our love-making, I thought. She gave a series of clenches of her vaginal muscles, and I used them as a clue to the tempo she wanted. I was also grateful for her having jacked me off in the shower, since it allowed me to give her a good fifteen minutes of my unbridled lust until I came at last and spewed pulse after pulse of cum into her womb. I think she orgasmed again, at least once and maybe twice.

And then I heard a voice. I looked toward the door.

It was Aunt Mary. She was grinning.

“Are you two finished?”

I pulled the sheet up to cover my naked body, but Claire just sat up and grinned. “Hi, Mom! I wasn’t expecting you just yet!”

“I see that,” the dark-haired woman said. “I had to go to the bank, and I stopped by to see how the painting was going, and let myself in with the key you gave me. I’ll be going now. Sorry to intrude.”

“No, Mom. I think we’re done for a while. How about staying for dinner? I was going to get a pizza delivered. I can make it a large instead of a medium. No bother at all.”

Aunt Mary took a breath. “Well, if it’s no trouble, I’ll be glad to stay.” She had a devilish glint in her eye as she regarded me. “It’s good to see you, Danny. You really have grown. Let me see that cock that’s just been in my daughter!”

As I grinned bashfully, Claire pulled the sheet off me and displayed my now soft cock to her mother. Mary smiled. “A lot like his grandfather’s! I wonder what it looks like when it’s hard!”

“Uh, how did you know what our grandfather’s cock looks like?”

“Oh, we got it on. It was your grandmother’s idea. She let me fuck him, to let me see how good a lay a guy can be. In fact, he took my cherry. I’ll tell you the story. Don’t bother to dress, kids. You look fine just the way you are!”

With that, we got up, not bothering to hide our nudity. Claire was obviously comfortable about being naked around her mom, and I just followed suit. After putting towels down on the kitchen chairs, Claire picked up her phone and called the pizzeria while Aunt Mary and I sat at the kitchen table and chatted.

“You have to understand, Danny, that we were pretty wild when we were younger. I’d been dating Hugh, and your grandmother suggested that I get laid by your granddad, since she was always talking about how good a lay he was. She always believed that a girl’s first time should be with a guy that knows how to fuck, and who cares for his partner. So I asked him, and he slept with me and made me a woman, so to speak.”

I was stunned. I’d never imagined that my Aunt Mary had a sex life, let alone with our granddad! That was stupid, of course. She and Hugh had obviously fucked, since that’s how Claire came about. But now I was looking at that woman across the table with new eyes. Her full breasts were pushing against the thin top she was wearing, restrained by a bra that showed faintly through the fabric. I took to wondering what her nipples looked like. She was wearing the same style of shorts that Claire was washing in the machine along with mine. I’d always thought of Mary as an attractive woman from the time I was ten and able to appreciate a woman’s form, but never as an object of sex. Until now.

“Can I let you in on a secret?” Claire asked as she sat down. “Mom was actually coming over to fuck me today. Yeah, we get it on. We’ve been doing it for months now. I hope you weren’t disappointed by Danny’s being here, Mom.”

“Well, I was surprised to find him here. I thought you’d be alone. I wasn’t surprised to see you naked, though. You always felt more comfortable in the nude.”

“Aunt Mary,” I said. “I usually go by just ‘Dan’ nowadays.”

“Well, you’ve been ‘Danny’ so long that I don’t think I can break that habit. But since you’re screwing my daughter, why don’t you just call me ‘Mary’ now.” She smiled at me.

I smiled back. It was an understanding that we were both adults, and our childhood relationships were over.

“How did this lesbian thing come about?” I asked.

It was Mary who answered. “Just after her eighteenth birthday. It was the first warm day of the year, so we went outside to get some rays. We were both in our bikinis, but when it came time to get some lotion on our backs, our tops went off. Then our bottoms. And I started to get horny and I was playing with myself, and she started doing the same. I knew a few tricks and showed her, and before we knew it, we were finger-fucking and we both came. It just sort of happened.”

We chatted for a while and, when the pizza came, Claire answered the door in the nude and paid the astonished delivery boy. She produced a large bottle of red wine from the cupboard, and we chatted some more as we ate.

“Well, Claire,” I heard Mary say, “how well did he do?” It was obvious that she wasn’t talking about my painting.

“He did very well. Do you want to try him?”

My cousin, offering me to her mom, my aunt? This is getting really weird.

“Well, I’ve seen the goods,” Mary replied. “But only soft. Let me see him when he’s hard.” With that, she started unbuttoning her blouse.

“But you’re my godmother, Aunt Mary...”

“It’s just ‘Mary’ now, remember? And what is a godmother supposed to do but see to her godson’s spiritual education? And I can’t think of anything more spiritual than sex. So I have to see how you’re doing in that department.”

She stood up and doffed her shorts, and was now wearing just her underwear. (She’d kicked off her sandals when she entered the house.) She looked pretty good for a woman pushing forty. I could see what my grand-dad saw in her. It was that same voluptuous figure I’d seen in a one-piece swimsuit at family gatherings by the lake. Full breasts, a tummy that showed the pooch and stretch marks of a pregnancy, wide hips, and the same thigh gap that her daughter had. No cameltoe on her, but wisps of pubic hair showing at the edges of her panties.

My cock was rising again, and she noticed it. She reached behind her and undid her bra hook, and slipped the straps off her shoulders. The bra fell to the floor and I saw her bare boobs, saggy with age, with coaster-size areolas and dark nipples the size of grapes. Claire used to nurse on those very nipples, I thought.

Then she bent down to pull down her panties, and her heavy boobs dangled invitingly as she smiled at me. She knew exactly what sort of reaction the sight of dangling breasts could provoke in a man, and played that card expertly. When she stood up, her naked body displayed a dark hairy muff that barely showed her cleft. That was all it took to get me fully hard again.

“Well, your cock really does look like your grandfather’s! I’m glad it’s not too big. Hugh’s was a bit longer, and he really didn’t know how to use it. My cervix took a beating unless I was really warmed up. Now shall we go into the bedroom?”

And so the three of us were in that king-size waterbed. “Let’s suck on Mom’s nips,” Claire said. “That always gets her motor running!”

Mary lay on her back, and Claire and I took a breast and we started sucking on her nipples. Claire used to nurse from those very teats, I thought. I felt Claire’s had grasp mine and squeeze in a rhythm, and I understood that she was dictating the tempo of our sucks. Mary, meanwhile, was playing with her engorged clit and pulling on her inner lips.

“Let him eat you, Mom. He’s real good at it!”

Mary murmured her assent, and I moved down to her crotch while Claire kept suckling on her breasts. Since she hadn’t bathed since morning, the heat of the day had flavored her cunt with sweat, which mixed with the taste of her arousal, a tangy combination that I could smell in her muff as well as taste. It was intoxicating.

I did what I did to her daughter, teasing her clit with my tongue as I finger-fucked her, this time with three fingers easily accommodated by her vagina. On a hunch, I applied pressure to the anterior of her vagina at the same depth I’d used on her daughter. Sure enough, that was the magic place, and a push or two on it was enough to send a jolt of electricity through her.