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Am I a Bad Aunt - Part Three
By billy69boy
(Part Two ended with Aunt Eve heading to the shower with a couple of her niece's dildoes.)
I couldn't wait to get in that hot shower and relieve myself with the help of Ariel's toys. As I stood under the cascading water, I spread shower gel over the larger pink dildo, teased my clit with the tip for about 2 seconds, and then plunged it deep into my wanton cunt. I was so sexed up, both from playing with my niece, as well as listening to her true confessions.
Oh god, here I was getting off while I'm thinking of my sweet young niece learning about kinky sex from her own mother. I was convinced then and there that I was indeed a bad aunt for even allowing such nasty thoughts to enter my mind, much less enjoying them, and feverishly fucking my pussy with my sweet young niece's dildo! I banged my vagina fiercely and furiously until my legs were like jelly. I finally had to kneel down in the tub so I wouldn't fall down.
While I held the pink toy inside me by trapping it and squeezing it tightly with my thighs, I soaped up the smaller white dildo, and eased it into my steaming ass. Slowly at first, it slid in deeper, inch by inch, until both of my holes were filled to the max. I knelt in the bottom of the tub and worked them in and out, sometimes one in and one out, and other times both in and out at the same time. I don't ever remember being so horny, and so desperate to achieve a climax. The double penetration felt so good, and I could have kept going longer, but I remembered that Ariel was going to tell me about this mysterious 'Malcolm', and I so wanted to hear about him. Wasting no time, I went full throttle; my ass bounced up and down and my pelvis contracted spastically until the floodgates opened, and I almost passed out from the intensity of my orgasm.
When I calmed down, I struggled to stand up again, and it took a few minutes before my numb legs recovered. I held on to the rail until I was sure my legs could support my body. Feeling relaxed and refreshed, I washed my hair and body, rinsed the shower gel out of my holes, and cleaned up the dildoes. I wrapped a big towel around my body, and trotted back to Ariel's room. I was about to thank her for the use of her toys, but she had fallen into a deep slumber. I couldn't believe how disappointed I was! Sure, I understood, but I was like a youngster in an amusement park who didn't want the fun to end.
I quietly put her dildoes back in her nightstand, and decided if I couldn't beat her, I might as well join her for a little while. I climbed in next to her, and thought about feeling her up, but she was more fun to play with when she was awake. So I just wrapped my arms around her, taking care not to lean on her broken arm. I calculated that her mom wouldn't be home from work for several hours yet, and I closed my eyes and joined her in dreamland.
I awoke just as my body shuddered with an intense orgasm washing over me. I looked down and discovered Ariel's face buried in my pussy. I gently squeezed her head between my legs, and she popped up smiling, her face glistening with my love juice. I lay there thinking that I have never been awakened so pleasantly before in my whole life. Ariel rolled over next to me, and scooted up until she lay beside me, her good arm wrapped around my body. She was so warm and cuddly, I could have drifted right back off, but her words broke our silent reverie:
"Okay, I'm ready to tell you about Malcolm," she announced. I was all ears. We both sat up and leaned against the pillows propped up on the headboard. "Let me go back to the beginning," she started out. "After mommy and I started to play together regularly, we didn't use the thermometer much after that. Instead we switched to bigger things. Even though she would lick me and eat me out, she never penetrated my pussy with any objects that could break my hymen. She was dead set against me losing my virginity, but she loved putting different things in my ass. Of course, I loved it too, and most evenings still ended up with me lying across mama's lap, only instead of the thermometer, she put dildoes in my ass. Most nights, we would curl up on the couch together in the den, and play with each other while we watched TV. We had a regular ritual where mom would get up and draw the curtains over the sliding glass door, then sit back down. That was my cue, and I would take off my pajamas and wait for her to tell me what to do.
"Sometimes she would just have me stand in front of her and she would put my hands on her shoulders. She would tell me to spread my legs, and then she would put her fingers inside my pussy and finger fuck me until my legs literally shook with pleasure. The feeling was so intense; my knees would buckle while I came so hard. Other times, she would tell me to kneel down in front of her while she sat on the couch with her legs spread. She would take my head and press my face to her vagina or her ass and tell me to lick her. There were all kinds of variations, but every night ended with a vigorous ass fucking. As I got more experienced, I was able to tolerate bigger toys, and finally I could handle that big black strap-on that you saw in my nightstand. Mama loved to fuck my ass with that fat strap-on."
Wow, I thought to myself as my eyes grew wide. Just the idea of her taking that big rubber cock in her ass made me swoon with depraved lust. Immediately I hoped I would be so fortunate as to get the chance to fuck her young ass with that thing. My hand went straight to my pussy; I just couldn't help myself. I looked over, and Ariel's hand was under the covers doing the same thing.
"So, what does all this have to do with Malcolm?" I asked nonchalantly, even as my head was spinning, and my mind was screaming for more.
"I'm coming to that part now," she said, slightly annoyed. "Malcolm Jones is a retired cook who used to work at the hospital with mom. They aren't really friends, more like just former coworkers, or maybe you could call them acquaintances. He is also our next door neighbor. It's not all that unusual, as lots of the people living in these townhouses work at the hospital too.
"Malcolm was friendly enough, I guess, but he's kind of quiet and shy. He was always polite to my mom, although he never paid me much mind. Now that he had just recently retired, he had a lot of time on his hands, and mom started inviting him over for tea and a chat on her days off. He offered to cook us dinner too, saying he missed cooking for other people at the hospital. Malcolm ended up cooking dinner for us once a week. It became a regular routine, and so I got used to having him around. He lived alone, so I wasn't sure if he was gay or what. He was a big man, but gentle enough, I figured. Mostly he ignored me, but I wasn't afraid of him.
"One day I got home from school, and Malcolm and mom were sitting in the kitchen with their teacups, and mom was as pale as could be. Malcolm had a serious face on, and both of them were silent. I didn't know what was going on, but the vibes in the room were heavy and threatening. I wanted to get out of there quickly, so I grabbed a drink out of the refrigerator, and went straight to my room. I didn't relax until I heard the door close behind Malcolm as he left a little while later.
"After a quiet supper, I asked mom if everything was okay. She had regained her composure by then. She smiled at me and assured me that everything was fine. Strangely enough, Malcolm began to show up more often after that. There didn't seem to be any more tension between them, and it looked like mom was really enjoying his company even more than before. I was happy that she seemed to be back to herself again, and thought nothing more of it. He would leave shortly after dinner, and mom and I would play together before I went to bed. When mom thought I had fallen asleep, she would quietly let Malcolm back in, and they would slip off to her bedroom. I guess sometimes I did fall asleep, but other nights I could hear them in bed. The thought of my mom having sex with this big black man got me really horny, and I fingered myself in my bed while I listened to them."
Oh lord, I thought, as I squeezed my own clit, enraptured by my niece's unfolding story. I wanted to rub myself off so badly, but I also didn't want to distract her from telling me more. She continued:
"Of course, after a few of those sessions I was no longer content to just listen from my room. I ended up tiptoeing down the hall towards my mom's bedroom, hoping to hear more of the action. As I got closer, I noticed her door was open a crack, just enough so that I could peek in. Even though I knew they were having sex, I was shocked by what I saw: momma was lying naked on her back with her head hanging off the end of her bed. Malcolm's athletic body was naked too. He stood at the foot of the bed, his legs open. His back was facing the door, but I could see his enormous glistening cock sliding in and out of momma's throat while he held her head in his big hands. I was mesmerized by the scene in front of me, and I frigged my pussy furiously before I slipped quietly back to my room to finish myself off.
"The image stuck with me permanently. Every time I thought about it, my panties would get wet. It was the only thing I could think about, it seemed, until the next time they were together. I waited in my room until I could hear the action heating up, and then I slipped down the hall, hoping to get a better earful. To my surprise, the bedroom door was open again, ever so slightly. It was time to be shocked again: this time, they weren't even on the bed. Mom was on her knees on the floor in front of the bed, her ass in the air, and there was Malcolm standing behind her, his back once again facing towards me, slamming his amazing shaft deep into her rectum again and again. Mommy was trying to keep quiet, but she still let out a little grunt every time he thrust his weapon deeper and deeper inside of her. I watched long enough to notice, I guess for the first time, that Malcolm was in terrific shape, especially for a man his age: his broad shoulders gave way to a thin waist and tight buns, and his muscles were ripped. Needless to say, I went over the top almost instantly, and I had a hard time prying my eyes away from the action, and going back to my room with fresh lusty thoughts."
Oh good heavens, I thought to myself as I frigged my cunt with more gusto: Ariel's story was getting me hotter by the moment, and I couldn't wait for more. I did, however, detect a bit of a pattern developing in her story, but I decided to keep quiet, and let Ariel tell me what she wanted me to know. She went on:
"This went on for a few weeks, and whenever Malcolm came over late at night, I would sit up in my bed in anticipation, waiting for them to heat up the bedroom once again. I would jump up and almost run down the hallway as soon as I would hear mom moan, or Malcolm start grunting. I would look in, and: 'Hey, wait a minute!' I finally realized something: Why was it that every time they had sex, the door was always left open a crack? It had happened too many times (really EVERY TIME) to be a coincidence…finally it dawned on me that the door was left open ON PURPOSE!"
Ah, yes! That's it…my question exactly! Now, the plot thickened:
"My brain spun out of control when I thought about it: mama WANTED me to watch, and so did Malcolm! Just the thought of it almost knocked me over. I started thinking of some other things too, and my legs got shaky. I had to use the wall to guide me back to my room. As I reached for my swollen clitty, I vowed to have a little talk with my mom in the morning. For now, though, I contented myself with new thoughts about Malcolm: I pictured myself lying helplessly under him, trapped by his great strength, quietly succumbing to his every desire. I quickly brought myself to one of my best orgasms ever!
"The next morning at breakfast, on my mom's day off, I mentioned nonchalantly that it seemed like she and Malcolm were having a lot of fun lately. All of the color left mama's face and she just nodded and smiled weakly. I knew I was onto something, so I asked her a few questions: Was Malcolm a good lover? Did she like having sex with him? Was it hard to take such a big cock like his?
"Without a word, mom put down her fork, turned to look at me, and said: 'so, I guess you figured everything out, didn't you?' I wasn't sure what she meant, but I went along with her cryptic statement. 'You were bound to find out sooner or later,' she continued. She took my hands in hers, and told me solemnly that she was sorry, and she never wanted it to end up like this. I wasn't sure what she meant by 'it', but she sounded serious. I could no longer pretend I had a clue what she was talking about. I suggested she start at the beginning.
"What she told me next blew my mind beyond belief: apparently, years ago, when we started playing our private games together in the den, something happened one night: when she went over to close the curtains that covered the sliding door leading out to our patio, she noticed Malcolm standing out on his adjoining patio, smoking a cigarette. She didn't know what made her do it, but she deliberately left a little space open between the curtains. She said the thought of Malcolm peeking inside and watching us got her really hot: she wasn't even sure if he took a look or not, but every time after that, she would leave the curtains cracked a little for him, just in case.
"At first, I felt violated, and by my own mother! But as she went on, I felt a big tingle between my legs too. The thought of him watching our thermometer games, our finger games and oral sex, not to mention dildoes, and strap-ons, was too much for me to digest all at once. I pulled one hand away from my mom, and followed the heat between my thighs. I dug into my wet juicy pussy, and slid my fingers deep inside. I urged her to tell me more:
"She then told me about the day Malcolm came over for tea. It was the day I came home from school and I couldn't get out of the kitchen fast enough. She told me that, up until that day, Malcolm had never mentioned all of the mother and daughter shows we put on for him. But now, he related all of the fine details to her…apparently, he didn't seem to miss even one performance! Mom was flabbergasted! He waited for a couple minutes to let it all sink into mom's head. He asked her what she thought he should do about all that he had witnessed. I guess that's when mom's face turned pale, and she sat there speechless. He was quick to assure her that 'blackmail' was too strong a word to use, for what he had in mind. He reminded mama that even though he had seen some serious 'business' between the two of us, but he wasn't there to threaten her with anything.
"Mom knew exactly what he was implying, and she knew she had no one to blame but herself. She also knew she was pretty much at his mercy: surely he had plenty enough information to put her behind bars if he decided to report her. So, she offered to make a deal with him: she would agree to do anything he wanted to her, but he would have to leave me out of it completely. Malcolm said he liked the first part of the deal, but not the second part. She would have to do better:
"She finally told him that he couldn't approach me under any circumstances, but if I expressed an interest in him, she would let me pursue it. In other words, if it was my idea, she wouldn't stop me, but he had to agree to only do the things that I wanted him to do. He thought that was fair enough, but there was one more thing: just as she kept the curtains in the den slightly opened so he could watch us all those nights, mom would have to keep her bedroom door open a crack, so I could watch them."
Ah, bingo! Now the story was beginning to make sense, I thought. I was so excited to find out what happened next: now my niece had access to a big hunk of man, apparently packing considerable equipment, at her disposal. Ariel seemed genuinely excited at the prospect, and I was confident that she would take full advantage.
"Mom also reminded him that under no circumstances was he to even think about popping my cherry. He agreed that fucking my vagina was off-limits, although he reserved the right to lick it and finger it…and of course, he was interested in my ass and mouth as well.
"I made it clear to my mom that I wasn't mad at her for letting Malcolm watch us all that time. In fact, just thinking about it was such a turn-on, I was kind of sorry I hadn't known he was watching all along. I also told her that I was definitely interested, and I wanted her to invite Malcolm over tomorrow evening, only he would be coming to my room instead of hers. She nodded in agreement, and she seemed quite relieved that I wasn't upset with her.
"All I did was toss and turn that night, I was so excited. I thought of Malcolm and his huge black cock, and I wondered if I could take it in my mouth, much less in my ass. I had shivers up and down my spine just from anticipation. After school, I spent hours getting ready: I showered and shaved everything, and I got myself squeaky clean inside and out. I used all kinds of creams and lotions, perfume and makeup. Shortly after mom came home from work, Malcolm showed up and made us a gourmet meal fit for a king…or for two queens, as the case may be, lol. As we ate, the three of us went over the ground rules together. I was so excited! I looked at Malcolm in a whole new light: here was a (very accomplished) stud man that I got to watch in action, who actually wanted to have sex with me. I never even saw a real cock in my whole life before I saw his, as he serviced my mother every which way you could think of. I excused myself from the table early, and ran to my room to put on the finishing touches. Mom had lent me one of her Victoria's Secret negligees, a gauzy, red number with matching thong. She thought the color would complement my flaming red hair, and accentuate my alabaster skin.
"I sat quietly on top of my bed, waiting patiently as I heard the clink of dishes and the rush of dishwater in the kitchen. How long does it take to do the damn supper dishes, I found myself thinking? I was so ready for Malcolm, and my mind raced with all the things I wanted him to do to me. What would I want to do first? And then, what next after that? And then…what…I heard a soft tapping on my bedroom door. I said to come in, my voice weak and tiny. The door opened slowly, and there stood Malcolm, wearing a sharp blue suit, and holding a dozen red roses! I slid off my bed as graciously as I could, and stood facing him. I'm sure my face turned almost as red as the flowers, and my heart raced so fast, I could feel it throbbing in my throat. I didn't know it would turn out to be an omen at the time.
"Silently, Malcolm bowed to me, smiling, and I curtsied in response. He handed me the flowers, which were already in a vase, bless my mom, so I could just put them on my nightstand. He looked me up and down, as I offered to take his suit jacket. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. I reminded him that he was to do whatever I told him, and he smiled and nodded. To show him who was boss, I immediately reached out and rubbed the front of his pants. He pulled back ever so slightly, probably surprised at my boldness. He put his formidable hands on my shoulders, and I couldn't help but notice how hot they were on my bare shoulders. I deftly slid out of his grip, turned away from him, and walked towards my bedroom door. I told him to take all his clothes off. As he loosened his tie, I opened the door a few inches. He smiled as he dropped his pants and stepped out of them, revealing his black silk boxers, with that unmistakable bulge underneath. I walked back to him and started unbuttoning his shirt. I was dizzy with anticipation, as I helped him out of his white dress shirt. He was naked underneath his shirt, and his chest rippled with strength. I couldn't help but run my hands up and down his strong muscles. He was mine to use as I wanted, after all. I slowly pushed him towards my bed and sat him down on the edge. I leaned in and slipped my thumbs in his waistband, pulling his boxers off over his knees and down his calves, and on to the floor.
"He was now completely naked, awaiting my next instructions. My eyes were entirely fixated on his big fat cock. I wondered if I could take it the way my mom could. I had never sucked a cock before in my life, and mama agreed that Malcolm's love stick was definitely bigger than average."
Oh my god, I was definitely ready to explode now. The thought of my sweet, innocent niece getting ready to experience such incredible sensations for the first time put me right on the edge. I guess it showed, because she looked at me with deep concern:
"Eve, are you okay?" she asked, totally ignoring any reference to me as her aunt. She was in control now, and she knew it. "Would you like to take a break and try out my 'Malcolm' strap-on? We could do each other," she suggested.
Oh yes, my darling niece. Please fuck me with it now, I thought to myself, as I nodded enthusiastically.
By billy69boy
(Part Two ended with Aunt Eve heading to the shower with a couple of her niece's dildoes.)
I couldn't wait to get in that hot shower and relieve myself with the help of Ariel's toys. As I stood under the cascading water, I spread shower gel over the larger pink dildo, teased my clit with the tip for about 2 seconds, and then plunged it deep into my wanton cunt. I was so sexed up, both from playing with my niece, as well as listening to her true confessions.
Oh god, here I was getting off while I'm thinking of my sweet young niece learning about kinky sex from her own mother. I was convinced then and there that I was indeed a bad aunt for even allowing such nasty thoughts to enter my mind, much less enjoying them, and feverishly fucking my pussy with my sweet young niece's dildo! I banged my vagina fiercely and furiously until my legs were like jelly. I finally had to kneel down in the tub so I wouldn't fall down.
While I held the pink toy inside me by trapping it and squeezing it tightly with my thighs, I soaped up the smaller white dildo, and eased it into my steaming ass. Slowly at first, it slid in deeper, inch by inch, until both of my holes were filled to the max. I knelt in the bottom of the tub and worked them in and out, sometimes one in and one out, and other times both in and out at the same time. I don't ever remember being so horny, and so desperate to achieve a climax. The double penetration felt so good, and I could have kept going longer, but I remembered that Ariel was going to tell me about this mysterious 'Malcolm', and I so wanted to hear about him. Wasting no time, I went full throttle; my ass bounced up and down and my pelvis contracted spastically until the floodgates opened, and I almost passed out from the intensity of my orgasm.
When I calmed down, I struggled to stand up again, and it took a few minutes before my numb legs recovered. I held on to the rail until I was sure my legs could support my body. Feeling relaxed and refreshed, I washed my hair and body, rinsed the shower gel out of my holes, and cleaned up the dildoes. I wrapped a big towel around my body, and trotted back to Ariel's room. I was about to thank her for the use of her toys, but she had fallen into a deep slumber. I couldn't believe how disappointed I was! Sure, I understood, but I was like a youngster in an amusement park who didn't want the fun to end.
I quietly put her dildoes back in her nightstand, and decided if I couldn't beat her, I might as well join her for a little while. I climbed in next to her, and thought about feeling her up, but she was more fun to play with when she was awake. So I just wrapped my arms around her, taking care not to lean on her broken arm. I calculated that her mom wouldn't be home from work for several hours yet, and I closed my eyes and joined her in dreamland.
I awoke just as my body shuddered with an intense orgasm washing over me. I looked down and discovered Ariel's face buried in my pussy. I gently squeezed her head between my legs, and she popped up smiling, her face glistening with my love juice. I lay there thinking that I have never been awakened so pleasantly before in my whole life. Ariel rolled over next to me, and scooted up until she lay beside me, her good arm wrapped around my body. She was so warm and cuddly, I could have drifted right back off, but her words broke our silent reverie:
"Okay, I'm ready to tell you about Malcolm," she announced. I was all ears. We both sat up and leaned against the pillows propped up on the headboard. "Let me go back to the beginning," she started out. "After mommy and I started to play together regularly, we didn't use the thermometer much after that. Instead we switched to bigger things. Even though she would lick me and eat me out, she never penetrated my pussy with any objects that could break my hymen. She was dead set against me losing my virginity, but she loved putting different things in my ass. Of course, I loved it too, and most evenings still ended up with me lying across mama's lap, only instead of the thermometer, she put dildoes in my ass. Most nights, we would curl up on the couch together in the den, and play with each other while we watched TV. We had a regular ritual where mom would get up and draw the curtains over the sliding glass door, then sit back down. That was my cue, and I would take off my pajamas and wait for her to tell me what to do.
"Sometimes she would just have me stand in front of her and she would put my hands on her shoulders. She would tell me to spread my legs, and then she would put her fingers inside my pussy and finger fuck me until my legs literally shook with pleasure. The feeling was so intense; my knees would buckle while I came so hard. Other times, she would tell me to kneel down in front of her while she sat on the couch with her legs spread. She would take my head and press my face to her vagina or her ass and tell me to lick her. There were all kinds of variations, but every night ended with a vigorous ass fucking. As I got more experienced, I was able to tolerate bigger toys, and finally I could handle that big black strap-on that you saw in my nightstand. Mama loved to fuck my ass with that fat strap-on."
Wow, I thought to myself as my eyes grew wide. Just the idea of her taking that big rubber cock in her ass made me swoon with depraved lust. Immediately I hoped I would be so fortunate as to get the chance to fuck her young ass with that thing. My hand went straight to my pussy; I just couldn't help myself. I looked over, and Ariel's hand was under the covers doing the same thing.
"So, what does all this have to do with Malcolm?" I asked nonchalantly, even as my head was spinning, and my mind was screaming for more.
"I'm coming to that part now," she said, slightly annoyed. "Malcolm Jones is a retired cook who used to work at the hospital with mom. They aren't really friends, more like just former coworkers, or maybe you could call them acquaintances. He is also our next door neighbor. It's not all that unusual, as lots of the people living in these townhouses work at the hospital too.
"Malcolm was friendly enough, I guess, but he's kind of quiet and shy. He was always polite to my mom, although he never paid me much mind. Now that he had just recently retired, he had a lot of time on his hands, and mom started inviting him over for tea and a chat on her days off. He offered to cook us dinner too, saying he missed cooking for other people at the hospital. Malcolm ended up cooking dinner for us once a week. It became a regular routine, and so I got used to having him around. He lived alone, so I wasn't sure if he was gay or what. He was a big man, but gentle enough, I figured. Mostly he ignored me, but I wasn't afraid of him.
"One day I got home from school, and Malcolm and mom were sitting in the kitchen with their teacups, and mom was as pale as could be. Malcolm had a serious face on, and both of them were silent. I didn't know what was going on, but the vibes in the room were heavy and threatening. I wanted to get out of there quickly, so I grabbed a drink out of the refrigerator, and went straight to my room. I didn't relax until I heard the door close behind Malcolm as he left a little while later.
"After a quiet supper, I asked mom if everything was okay. She had regained her composure by then. She smiled at me and assured me that everything was fine. Strangely enough, Malcolm began to show up more often after that. There didn't seem to be any more tension between them, and it looked like mom was really enjoying his company even more than before. I was happy that she seemed to be back to herself again, and thought nothing more of it. He would leave shortly after dinner, and mom and I would play together before I went to bed. When mom thought I had fallen asleep, she would quietly let Malcolm back in, and they would slip off to her bedroom. I guess sometimes I did fall asleep, but other nights I could hear them in bed. The thought of my mom having sex with this big black man got me really horny, and I fingered myself in my bed while I listened to them."
Oh lord, I thought, as I squeezed my own clit, enraptured by my niece's unfolding story. I wanted to rub myself off so badly, but I also didn't want to distract her from telling me more. She continued:
"Of course, after a few of those sessions I was no longer content to just listen from my room. I ended up tiptoeing down the hall towards my mom's bedroom, hoping to hear more of the action. As I got closer, I noticed her door was open a crack, just enough so that I could peek in. Even though I knew they were having sex, I was shocked by what I saw: momma was lying naked on her back with her head hanging off the end of her bed. Malcolm's athletic body was naked too. He stood at the foot of the bed, his legs open. His back was facing the door, but I could see his enormous glistening cock sliding in and out of momma's throat while he held her head in his big hands. I was mesmerized by the scene in front of me, and I frigged my pussy furiously before I slipped quietly back to my room to finish myself off.
"The image stuck with me permanently. Every time I thought about it, my panties would get wet. It was the only thing I could think about, it seemed, until the next time they were together. I waited in my room until I could hear the action heating up, and then I slipped down the hall, hoping to get a better earful. To my surprise, the bedroom door was open again, ever so slightly. It was time to be shocked again: this time, they weren't even on the bed. Mom was on her knees on the floor in front of the bed, her ass in the air, and there was Malcolm standing behind her, his back once again facing towards me, slamming his amazing shaft deep into her rectum again and again. Mommy was trying to keep quiet, but she still let out a little grunt every time he thrust his weapon deeper and deeper inside of her. I watched long enough to notice, I guess for the first time, that Malcolm was in terrific shape, especially for a man his age: his broad shoulders gave way to a thin waist and tight buns, and his muscles were ripped. Needless to say, I went over the top almost instantly, and I had a hard time prying my eyes away from the action, and going back to my room with fresh lusty thoughts."
Oh good heavens, I thought to myself as I frigged my cunt with more gusto: Ariel's story was getting me hotter by the moment, and I couldn't wait for more. I did, however, detect a bit of a pattern developing in her story, but I decided to keep quiet, and let Ariel tell me what she wanted me to know. She went on:
"This went on for a few weeks, and whenever Malcolm came over late at night, I would sit up in my bed in anticipation, waiting for them to heat up the bedroom once again. I would jump up and almost run down the hallway as soon as I would hear mom moan, or Malcolm start grunting. I would look in, and: 'Hey, wait a minute!' I finally realized something: Why was it that every time they had sex, the door was always left open a crack? It had happened too many times (really EVERY TIME) to be a coincidence…finally it dawned on me that the door was left open ON PURPOSE!"
Ah, yes! That's it…my question exactly! Now, the plot thickened:
"My brain spun out of control when I thought about it: mama WANTED me to watch, and so did Malcolm! Just the thought of it almost knocked me over. I started thinking of some other things too, and my legs got shaky. I had to use the wall to guide me back to my room. As I reached for my swollen clitty, I vowed to have a little talk with my mom in the morning. For now, though, I contented myself with new thoughts about Malcolm: I pictured myself lying helplessly under him, trapped by his great strength, quietly succumbing to his every desire. I quickly brought myself to one of my best orgasms ever!
"The next morning at breakfast, on my mom's day off, I mentioned nonchalantly that it seemed like she and Malcolm were having a lot of fun lately. All of the color left mama's face and she just nodded and smiled weakly. I knew I was onto something, so I asked her a few questions: Was Malcolm a good lover? Did she like having sex with him? Was it hard to take such a big cock like his?
"Without a word, mom put down her fork, turned to look at me, and said: 'so, I guess you figured everything out, didn't you?' I wasn't sure what she meant, but I went along with her cryptic statement. 'You were bound to find out sooner or later,' she continued. She took my hands in hers, and told me solemnly that she was sorry, and she never wanted it to end up like this. I wasn't sure what she meant by 'it', but she sounded serious. I could no longer pretend I had a clue what she was talking about. I suggested she start at the beginning.
"What she told me next blew my mind beyond belief: apparently, years ago, when we started playing our private games together in the den, something happened one night: when she went over to close the curtains that covered the sliding door leading out to our patio, she noticed Malcolm standing out on his adjoining patio, smoking a cigarette. She didn't know what made her do it, but she deliberately left a little space open between the curtains. She said the thought of Malcolm peeking inside and watching us got her really hot: she wasn't even sure if he took a look or not, but every time after that, she would leave the curtains cracked a little for him, just in case.
"At first, I felt violated, and by my own mother! But as she went on, I felt a big tingle between my legs too. The thought of him watching our thermometer games, our finger games and oral sex, not to mention dildoes, and strap-ons, was too much for me to digest all at once. I pulled one hand away from my mom, and followed the heat between my thighs. I dug into my wet juicy pussy, and slid my fingers deep inside. I urged her to tell me more:
"She then told me about the day Malcolm came over for tea. It was the day I came home from school and I couldn't get out of the kitchen fast enough. She told me that, up until that day, Malcolm had never mentioned all of the mother and daughter shows we put on for him. But now, he related all of the fine details to her…apparently, he didn't seem to miss even one performance! Mom was flabbergasted! He waited for a couple minutes to let it all sink into mom's head. He asked her what she thought he should do about all that he had witnessed. I guess that's when mom's face turned pale, and she sat there speechless. He was quick to assure her that 'blackmail' was too strong a word to use, for what he had in mind. He reminded mama that even though he had seen some serious 'business' between the two of us, but he wasn't there to threaten her with anything.
"Mom knew exactly what he was implying, and she knew she had no one to blame but herself. She also knew she was pretty much at his mercy: surely he had plenty enough information to put her behind bars if he decided to report her. So, she offered to make a deal with him: she would agree to do anything he wanted to her, but he would have to leave me out of it completely. Malcolm said he liked the first part of the deal, but not the second part. She would have to do better:
"She finally told him that he couldn't approach me under any circumstances, but if I expressed an interest in him, she would let me pursue it. In other words, if it was my idea, she wouldn't stop me, but he had to agree to only do the things that I wanted him to do. He thought that was fair enough, but there was one more thing: just as she kept the curtains in the den slightly opened so he could watch us all those nights, mom would have to keep her bedroom door open a crack, so I could watch them."
Ah, bingo! Now the story was beginning to make sense, I thought. I was so excited to find out what happened next: now my niece had access to a big hunk of man, apparently packing considerable equipment, at her disposal. Ariel seemed genuinely excited at the prospect, and I was confident that she would take full advantage.
"Mom also reminded him that under no circumstances was he to even think about popping my cherry. He agreed that fucking my vagina was off-limits, although he reserved the right to lick it and finger it…and of course, he was interested in my ass and mouth as well.
"I made it clear to my mom that I wasn't mad at her for letting Malcolm watch us all that time. In fact, just thinking about it was such a turn-on, I was kind of sorry I hadn't known he was watching all along. I also told her that I was definitely interested, and I wanted her to invite Malcolm over tomorrow evening, only he would be coming to my room instead of hers. She nodded in agreement, and she seemed quite relieved that I wasn't upset with her.
"All I did was toss and turn that night, I was so excited. I thought of Malcolm and his huge black cock, and I wondered if I could take it in my mouth, much less in my ass. I had shivers up and down my spine just from anticipation. After school, I spent hours getting ready: I showered and shaved everything, and I got myself squeaky clean inside and out. I used all kinds of creams and lotions, perfume and makeup. Shortly after mom came home from work, Malcolm showed up and made us a gourmet meal fit for a king…or for two queens, as the case may be, lol. As we ate, the three of us went over the ground rules together. I was so excited! I looked at Malcolm in a whole new light: here was a (very accomplished) stud man that I got to watch in action, who actually wanted to have sex with me. I never even saw a real cock in my whole life before I saw his, as he serviced my mother every which way you could think of. I excused myself from the table early, and ran to my room to put on the finishing touches. Mom had lent me one of her Victoria's Secret negligees, a gauzy, red number with matching thong. She thought the color would complement my flaming red hair, and accentuate my alabaster skin.
"I sat quietly on top of my bed, waiting patiently as I heard the clink of dishes and the rush of dishwater in the kitchen. How long does it take to do the damn supper dishes, I found myself thinking? I was so ready for Malcolm, and my mind raced with all the things I wanted him to do to me. What would I want to do first? And then, what next after that? And then…what…I heard a soft tapping on my bedroom door. I said to come in, my voice weak and tiny. The door opened slowly, and there stood Malcolm, wearing a sharp blue suit, and holding a dozen red roses! I slid off my bed as graciously as I could, and stood facing him. I'm sure my face turned almost as red as the flowers, and my heart raced so fast, I could feel it throbbing in my throat. I didn't know it would turn out to be an omen at the time.
"Silently, Malcolm bowed to me, smiling, and I curtsied in response. He handed me the flowers, which were already in a vase, bless my mom, so I could just put them on my nightstand. He looked me up and down, as I offered to take his suit jacket. I couldn't help but notice the bulge in his pants. I reminded him that he was to do whatever I told him, and he smiled and nodded. To show him who was boss, I immediately reached out and rubbed the front of his pants. He pulled back ever so slightly, probably surprised at my boldness. He put his formidable hands on my shoulders, and I couldn't help but notice how hot they were on my bare shoulders. I deftly slid out of his grip, turned away from him, and walked towards my bedroom door. I told him to take all his clothes off. As he loosened his tie, I opened the door a few inches. He smiled as he dropped his pants and stepped out of them, revealing his black silk boxers, with that unmistakable bulge underneath. I walked back to him and started unbuttoning his shirt. I was dizzy with anticipation, as I helped him out of his white dress shirt. He was naked underneath his shirt, and his chest rippled with strength. I couldn't help but run my hands up and down his strong muscles. He was mine to use as I wanted, after all. I slowly pushed him towards my bed and sat him down on the edge. I leaned in and slipped my thumbs in his waistband, pulling his boxers off over his knees and down his calves, and on to the floor.
"He was now completely naked, awaiting my next instructions. My eyes were entirely fixated on his big fat cock. I wondered if I could take it the way my mom could. I had never sucked a cock before in my life, and mama agreed that Malcolm's love stick was definitely bigger than average."
Oh my god, I was definitely ready to explode now. The thought of my sweet, innocent niece getting ready to experience such incredible sensations for the first time put me right on the edge. I guess it showed, because she looked at me with deep concern:
"Eve, are you okay?" she asked, totally ignoring any reference to me as her aunt. She was in control now, and she knew it. "Would you like to take a break and try out my 'Malcolm' strap-on? We could do each other," she suggested.
Oh yes, my darling niece. Please fuck me with it now, I thought to myself, as I nodded enthusiastically.
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