“Time?” Mom asked.
“Eight and a half minutes,” Aunt Marie answered softly.
Mom’s mouth opened, and she took me in, quickly all the way to the root, making me gasp loudly. She gave me a few seconds of the Tunnel-of-Love, then took her time backing off, sucking and swallowing, her tongue active. When she finally broke free, my cock was clean as a whistle, and aching for more.
Mom had a ridiculously content look on her face. “Believe me now?”
Aunt Marie nodded. “I have a lot to learn don’t I?”
Mom pulled her over, and gave her a quick peck on the lips. “You do, but you’ve got good teachers, and a great practice target.”
“Teachers?”
“We’ll get Penny to work with you too. I’m telling you, the girl is a natural. A freak.”
Mom climbed out from between my legs, staying close, her breasts pressed against my right thigh, her hand stroking me gently. “We know you’re not a big fan of oral, at least not giving,” Mom said. “Tell me why? What’s it like for you, what does it mean?”
Aunt Marie stretched out, mirroring Mom’s position. “I don’t know. It always seemed, belittling, degrading. Uncomfortable. I don’t like someone poking at the back of my throat, making me gag. I… the first couple of times I tried, it was ugly. Dirty, and not in a good way.”
“Dirty, how?” Mom asked curious.
“Smelly. Sweaty. Tasted like pee. Itchy hair. Made me want to puke.”
“Does Jeremy’s make you feel that way?”
Aunt Marie smiled, kissing my hip. “No. Just the opposite. I like it. I never really thought I would.”
“Show him, Marie. Just for a minute. Forget everything else, and let him know, without words, that you love his cock.”
Aunt Marie peeked up at me, and I brushed her hair back. “I love you, Marie. Love you so much,” I told her, holding her eyes with mine.
She gave me a smile, looked down at my cock, and for a couple of incredible minutes, she told me she loved me too, without saying a word.
Aunt Marie loved my cock, rubbing against it, actually purring. She licked the length of my shaft, then rubbed it against her cheek. She stopped moving for a second, and inhaled deeply through her nose. I saw her tremble, then rub my cock all over her face. I groaned, my cock was once again as hard as granite.
Mom cuddled up to her, kissing Aunt Marie on the cheek, then claiming one side of my shaft, while Marie kept rubbing, kissing, licking teasing, whimpering softly.
“It’s wonderful, isn’t it.”
“My Jeremy,” Aunt Marie whispered.
“I know,” Mom said. “Love him, Marie. Love our boy.”
It was the most beautiful agony. The two of them, adoring my cock, neither sucking me, no naughty finger urging more. The pair of beautiful faces, so similar, gazing into each other’s eyes, displaying their love.
Aunt Marie climbed up the bed, her lips descending on mine. Her eyes were wet, shining. “I do love you, you know?” she whispered.
“Of course. Like I love you.” I kissed her. “The best aunt ever. It’s why I’ve always been able to talk to you about anything. Everything. You would never hurt me, never steer me wrong.” I reached down and grabbed Mom by the hair, slowing her actions, giving her a little shake to stop her from sucking me any better. I knew she was doing it to show off.
“Behave, Mom,” I told her, my eyes still locked with Aunt Marie’s. “My favorite, my fantasy,” I whispered to Aunt Marie.
She smiled, but then looked down at Mom, nodding in that direction.
“My Mom. What more is there, Marie?”
She nodded, and kissed me softly. “I’ll always be second.”
“No, you’ll always be different. I love you as much as I could love anyone, but it’s different. Different than Mom. Different than Penny. Three different loves, none of which could ever be like the other.”
Mom was behaving better, a smooth, easy sucking, no specials. I could see she was watching us, listening in. Nosy, ornery thing.
“I… I still don’t understand it. I know you love her best.”
I kissed my aunt slowly deeply, remembering all the fantasies. “Let me tell you how I feel when I wake up with each of you in my arms.” I tapped Mom on the head, “Come up here Mom, for a second.”
She gave me a last teasing suck, before lying beside me. I gave Aunt Marie a peck on the lips. “Be patient now, I… I have a hard time understanding this myself.” I rolled toward Mom, cuddling up to her, pulling her in close, burying my face in her hair.
“When I wake up with Mom, it’s like nothing else in the world. Complete serenity. A calm, all encompassing happiness like no other. I’m home. I don’t know how else to explain it. It’s where I belong, where I’ve always been able to retreat to. I’ve always been close to Dad, but if I got hurt, Dad would tell me to be a man. Mom would hold me, and make the pain go away. She could share my pain. I knew it hurt her as much as it did me.
“Waking up, holding Mom, I know that everything’s going to be alright. Nothing will ever hurt me. And at the same time, I know I’d never let anything hurt her. Nothing. I’d kill for her, I’d die for her. I’d do anything, anything for my Mom. And I know, deep down, it’s a two-way street. I love her, not with my brain, not with my heart, but with every essence of my being.”
I looked down, and tears were running down her face. I tilted her chin up, and my lips caressed hers gently. “I love you, Mom.”
I freed myself, rolling over. “Turn around, Marie.”
She rolled over, her back to me, and I spooned in close, wrapping my arms around her, touching as much of her body as possible.
“Waking with you, Marie, is different. Even when you sneak into my bed, moments after I’m awake, before I’m fully aware, I know it’s you. My fantasy. My best friend. In my arms. A dream come true. I feel a joy that’s hard to explain. Sometimes it gives me goosebumps. You, in my embrace. With Mom, it’s where I’m supposed to be. With you, it’s the complete opposite. Impossible. It can’t really be true. You, in my arms, with me. Mine. Inconceivable.”
I started kissing her shoulder, my hand squeezing her tit. “All I could ever want in the world. My fantasy for so many years. The friend that always was there for me, helping me, guiding me, a mentor, a shoulder to cry on. So many different things. It blows my mind to think of all the ways I love you, one piled on top of the other. With Mom, it’s one single deep all encompassing love. With you, it’s layers and layers of different ways I love you.”
I was still hard, and I scooted down, pressing in between her legs, searching for home. I felt her fingers guide my head into her, and I sank in. Pushing, joining her at a new level.
“Half asleep, holding you, a deep-seated, complete joy and satisfaction enfolds me. I have to touch you, feel you, squeeze your amazing tits, taste your soft skin, smell you, feel myself inside of you, just to let me know it’s real, and that I’m not still dreaming.” I started stroking into her, lifting her leg, probing deeper.
“I… I know it doesn’t make sense. The love, this love, loving you, is wonderful, but only a part of it. There’s some of the serenity I get with Mom, the closeness of my special friend, the ecstasy of enjoying my fantasy, the trust, at a level that only Mom and Dad can share.”
I kissed her neck, biting her, thrusting harder. “There’s a downside to it, and I’m sorry about that. I know you. Know you will be there for me always. I could leave for five years, come back and hold you and nothing would have changed. So sometimes I take you for granted. I don’t mean to, but I don’t have to prove myself to you. I know that you’ll always love me, and I’ll always love you. And I… I sometimes…” I started choking up. “I’m sorry, Marie. You deserve better. I’m so sorry.”
Then I was in her arms, face buried between her tits, her leg over mine, pulling me in close. I felt her face pressed against my hair.