“Ohhhhhhhm Rickkkkkk” With a mournful cry, she raised her feet and let all her weight fall on Rick’s lap, driving his cock as far into her squirming pussy as was humanly possible to go. Her fluid flooded her channel washing over Rick’s massive head and cascading over his balls. For a few moments her breathing stopped, then her head snapped back against his shoulder and her mouth opened wide to gasp in the great gulps of air needed to sustain the fantastic orgasm rushing through her. She continued to wiggle her beautiful ass like a hula dancer for minute after minute. Suddenly she became deathly still. Her head fell forward and hung like a beaten dog’s. Finally she spoke from her dry raspy throat.
“Ricky, honey, that was the best fuck I have ever had. And I mean ever!”
Terri twisted on his lap and kissed him on the mouth. Her tongue darted between his lips and entwined with his. His cock twitched in her pussy. “I felt that,” she whispered against his mouth. You haven’t come yet, this time, have you?”
Rick shook his head.
Terri put her mouth against his ear.
“Why don’t you fuck, Jean. I wouldn’t mind, and once you fuck her, she will never be able to tell anyone.”
“How?”
“Order her to do anything you want her to do, She has always been afraid of disobeying authority. It’s a quirk she has. Just act like you’re the boss. Try it you’ll see.”
Reluctantly, Terri put her feet back on the floor and slowly lifted herself off the massive shaft. For a moment she considered changing her mind and fucking her son again, but she wanted to get Jean firmly under their control first.
Rick’s red headed meat stood throbbing in the air as Terri moved toward the nearby settee, and with legs splayed wide before her son, she slumped against the back cushions. For the first time, Rick got a full frontal view of his mother’s pussy. His shaft grew even harder, and he wanted to go to her and bury his meat in that tight pussy again. He looked at Jean, who still stood in the doorway staring at the super sized cock her nephew was showing.
“Come over here, Jean,” Rick said sternly.
Surprise registered on her face. “What?”
“I said, come here,” Rick repeated.
Slowly Jean crossed the room and stopped next to his right side. Her eyes flicked from his face to his weaving wand standing from his crotch.
Jean’s well formed breasts heaved as the speed of her breathing increased. She had a narrow waist and wide hips, with nice shaped legs. She wore a white tee shirt and a short denim skirt.
“Come closer,” Rick said. He had to say it the second time before she moved.
Jean stopped within a foot of him.
“Lift up your skirt.”
“Rick.” Jean shook her head.
“Aunt Jean, I don’t want to have to ask you everything twice. I said lift up your skirt.”
Never taking her eyes from his, she grasped the hem of her skirt and slowly lifted it until he could see the white panties at her crotch.
“Higher,” he said.
Jean wrinkled her brow, but inched the skirt up a little farther. The whole mound of her pussy was now exposed. A telltale damp spot was visible where the material disappeared between her legs.
Rick reached down and stroked his rigid cock. “Push your panties down,” he said.
“Ricky, noooo,” Jean said, but her eyes were fixed on his cock head. Her tongue moistened her lips.
“Are you having trouble hearing me, Aunt jean?”
“Oh, Ricky.” Jean hooked her thumbs in the waist band and slid her panties down her legs. Her skirt descended as she lowered her hands. Finally the panties were below her knees and they fell to her ankles. She stepped out of them and pushed them aside with her toe.
“Okay now pull your skirt back up.”
Jean made no effort to resist this time and slowly her long legs came into view and finally Rick had his first glimpses of the swollen lips of her lightly hair-covered mound. Rick pointed toward the ceiling, and she raised her skirt higher, until she was exposed almost to her waist.
Reaching out, Rick ran his finger, from bottom to top, along the damp slit.
“Oh, god,” Jean sighed.
“Come closer.”
Jean moved until she was almost touching his hip.
Rick unbuttoned the two buttons on her T shirt and grabbing the bottom hem, raised it over her head. Jean’s breath quickened, but she didn’t speak. Her tits were like two cones. The hard nipples standing out against the thin bra she was wearing.
“Take off your bra,” Rick said. He would have preferred to take it off himself, but he needed to keep her obeying his commands. She closed her eyes and reached around behind her back and unhooked the straps. As she brought her arms forward, the bra slid down her arms to her wrists. She let it fall to the floor and opened her eyes to stare directly into his.
Rick still couldn’t believe all that was happening. He had just fucked his mother, and now his very beautiful Aunt Jean was standing in front of him naked as the day she was born. Her tits were perfect cones, he had never seen tits shaped like that except in magazines. He almost shot his pent-up load. If possible, his cock grew harder. Ridges were visible up and down its length and the head was red-purple and swelled to a size he had never before seen. Jean shifted her gaze to his massive hard-on and gasped at its size.
“Sit down on my lap, Jean, just the way mom was sitting.”
“But, I can’t, she was sitting on . . . your. . . you were doing it to her.”
“I was fucking her, Aunt Jean, just the way I’m going to fuck you.”
“N N No. You’re not going to ahh fuck me. I’m your Aunt, it’s not right to fuck a close relative, there’s a law against it.”