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Mom and I were in Emma's—my aunt and Mom's youngest sister—apartment dining room, sitting across from one another at the square rustic pine dining table. Aunt Emma was in the kitchen, fixing Mom and herself some coffee, and some ginseng tea for me. We were there at my suggestion, after Mom had informed me that of all of her siblings, Aunt Emma had been the most open-minded when it came to my Mom's former career in the adult film industry. In fact, Mom had said, Aunt Emma encouraged it, and even considered doing it herself.

But what had gotten me interested in paying Aunt Emma a visit was hearing that she and Mom had fooled around with each other up until High School, and had made a failed attempt to seduce their older brother, Uncle Greg, during her freshman year of college. She'd been just as fucked up in the head as me and Mom. Getting into her pants was going to be a cakewalk. Anticipation made my cock throb achingly behind my black jeans.

Mom stared at me. Grinning. She was just as anxious to do unspeakable things to Aunt Emma as I was. She'd worn a black tank top, revealing an awful amount of cleavage, and a pair of blue jeans. God she was hot. Looking at her only made me hotter, filling my mind—already cluttered with dirty, nasty thoughts—with memories of me and Mom's first ... encounter. She had snuck up on me while I was masturbating to her old videos online, and had given me a fantastic blow-job, and then finished me off with a tit-fuck. I had finally stuffed her cunt with my dick about a week later. We haven't stopped since. Jack rabbits, us two.

"Tea is ready!" Aunt Emma said in her best Oxford voice, appearing in the dining room. She carried a white china platter with two mugs and a teacup resting atop of it. She and Mom's facial features were so much alike—could almost pass for twins—but that was where the physical similarities ended.

Whereas my mother was a thick, voluptuous woman with long fiery red hair and big green eyes, Aunt Emma was slimmer, her lustrous blond hair trimmed just below the ears, and watched with dark hazel eyes. Like my mother, though, Aunt Emma was naturally well-endowed in the chest department, but she couldn't compare to Mom's 38G tits.

"Why thank you, dear sister," Mom said giggling, her British accent terrible.

Aunt Emma set the platter atop the dining table's clothed surface, skillfully keeping our drinks from sloshing around too much.

"Ginseng tea for the awesome nephew," Aunt Emma said, carefully handing me my steaming beverage. "And two cups of java for the grown-ups." She shot me a look, her eyes smiling.

I had been sipping my tea, and almost choked. "Oh, so I'm not grown-up now?" I said in joking offense.

"Nope," My mother answered into her mug, slurping her coffee.

"But I'm eighteen now!"

"You're still a little boy to me." Aunt Emma and Mom laughed together, and I put on my best pouty face. "See what I mean?"

We all laughed.

Emma finally sat herself down, lifting her mug. "I'm glad that you guys came to visit my place for a change," she said after taking a scalding sip, "I usually have to stop by your house."

"I know!" Mom said. She set her unfinished coffee back on the platter, and Emma's brow quirked up, confusion apparent in her hazel eyes. "We're actually here for a reason, though, sis'."

"Yep," I agreed, sipping my red ginseng. Something stirred in me. Energy. My cock throbbed even harder behind my jeans.

"Uh oh, who died?" Aunt Emma asked, her face serious. She stopped sipping her coffee.

"Zander and I are having sex." Mom practically blurted out, as if telling her sister that it was cloudy outside.

"Say what?" Emma exclaimed, disbelief in her expression ... and ... was that intrigue? It was. So Aunt Emma really was like me and Mom, after all. I felt a bolt of relief shoot through me. "Bullshit, I don't believe you."

"We are," I said while standing. I moved to stand behind Mom, my hands finding her shoulders. "Everyday, almost."

"Mhm," Mom confirmed cheerfully.

"No fucking way!" Aunt Emma had been smiling and shocked at the same time. I had never seen her eyes look so blue. "Roxy, you slut! You suck! You stole my fantasy!"

"What?" Mom turned on her innocent voice, giggling. "Hey, you should have gotten knocked up, then!"

"Kiss." Aunt Emma suddenly said—no, demanded. She needed proof that we weren't bullshitting her. Understandable. I wouldn't have believed us either. But instead of leaning into kiss Mom, I did Aunt Emma one better.

My hands slid down the neck of her tank top, and pulled it down, bra and all, allowing her creamy tits to bounce free. Aunt Emma gasped, surprised, giving me just the reaction I was looking for. As I pincered my mom's nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, I leaned down to kiss her bare shoulder, up to her neck, and then flicked my tongue softly against her ear.

"Mmmm, baby," Mom moaned, her right hand reached for the nape of my neck, her left slipping down the front of her denims. "Make mommy feel good ..."

Aunt Emma drew in a hissing breath then. I looked up at her. Her tongue slithered across her upper lip, squirming in her seat, eyes fixed on her big sister's magnificent breasts. I groped them, bounced them, squeezed them; every action rewarding me with a sweet reaction, from both mother and auntie. Mom moaned and cooed, while Aunt Emma fidgeted and whined sweetly.

"God, you guys were for real," she muttered, almost to herself.

"Of course ... we were," Mom managed inbetween moans. I had been sucking on her neck.

"But why come all the way over to tell me? I mean—"

"Because," I said, breaking my mouth away from my mother's pale flesh, explaining to my Aunt inbetween kisses against Mom's ear and neck and shoulder, "we ... want to ... to join ... us."

Aunt Emma winced, and I flashed her a devilish smile. Time to make a move.

"I'll move our drinks," Mom said. I gave her enough space to get up from the table, and began removing my clothes while she retrieved the cups and the china platter, carrying them into the kitchen. Finally in the buff, I looked to my auntie, who was staring at my cock.

It was fully engorged, staring right up at me, aching. I watched her size up all eight or so inches, her tongue gliding along her lips again.

"Hungry?" I teased. "Not a little boy anymore, huh?"

Aunt Emma shot me a look, smirking. "You have a pretty dick, my gorgeous nephew," she said, "but let's see what you can do with it, hm?" Mom slipped back into the room, her jeans draped over her arm, a fiery strip of hair right above her clit. She hadn't bothered removing her tank top, as her tits were already exposed. Besides, she looked sexier that way.

"Gracious," Aunt Emma said wondrously with her eyes locked on Mom, completely forgetting about me and my throbbing erection. But I couldn't help but smile though ... the fact Aunt Emma looked at Mom in such a way was stimulating. "I'd almost forgotten how fucking hot you were, sis," Emma continued, "in person that is."

"I bet I taste the same, though." Mom draped her jeans over the back of one of the dining chairs, and hopped up on the dining table. She whirled around on her butt until she was facing her little sister, parting her delicious thighs to expose the quivering snatch that practically beckoned Aunt Emma's tongue. "Wanna see?"

Emma wasted no words, rising to her feet as my mother leaned back on her elbows. My auntie delved in, slathering her tongue against Mom's cunt, lapping and slurping hungrily. For several long minutes I only stood there, watching, my hand unconsciously stroking along my cock. Aunt Emma looked gorgeous bent over like that, her face bobbing slightly between Mom's legs. And Mom looked just as hot. Her tits in the air, head thrown back, licking her lips and moving her hips against her mother's mouth. It looked like they had forgotten all about me.

It was time to make them aware again.

I moved behind Aunt Emma and hiked her knee-length skirt over her ass. She jumped, surprised. They did forget about me, it seemed. But could I blame them? If I was face deep in Mom's cunt, I think I'd forget the world around me as well. I knelt, pulling aside her nondescript panties. I prodded index and middle finger against her slit—soft and moist, emanating a heat and a fragrance that made me salivate. I shoved my fingers inside.

"Mm!" Aunt Emma moaned against my mother's snatch.

"Slutty auntie," I said, and Emma moved eagerly against my fingers, gyrating. Calling her by her family title did something to her, it seemed. Mom was exactly the same. I decided to play on it.

"Mm." I licked her, slithering the tip of my tongue against her silken folds. "Auntie," I whispered behind her, "You taste so fucking good."

"Oh God ..." Emma groaned, her breath hitching.

"Oh yeah, get it nice and wet, baby," said Mom. "And then stuff it with your big fucking cock!"

I did just as I was told, obeying Mommy Dearest gleefully, licking and prodding and sucking on my aunt's pussy. Tasting her, devouring her, feeling her wiggle her ass against my face, pressing my nose into her ample cheeks.

"Oh God!"

"No, no, little sister," Mom tangled her fingers in Emma's hair, grinning. "Big sis didn't say you could stop eating her cunt." Mom shoved her face back down, lifting her hips against Emma's mouth.

I had risen to my feet, and guided myself inside of my aunt, hot and tight, her walls closing around my twitching shaft and slicking it with pussy juices. I started off pounding into her, my body audibly slamming against her ass. Aunt Emma tried her best to keep her mouth on her sister's pussy, her screams smothered. I looked up to my mother, watching her tits heave on her chest. Her eyes were locked on me, watching her son slam his cock into his sexy little aunt. She bit her bottom lip, her brows upturning.

"Oh fuck!" Mom gyrated even more against Emma's mouth. "Fuck! Fuck! I'm gonna fucking come! Fuck her harder, Zander! Fuck your slutty aunt's pussy harder!"

Her words, coupled with the hot velvet closed around my shaft, sent raw pleasure rippling throughout my body. The need to explode in aunt's dripping cunt roiled within, but I suppressed the feeling, easing up my thrusts. I made them long, slow, steady. An orgasm rolled through Mom, her body shuddering. Aunt Emma's mouth was probably soaked.

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Emma and I graduated high school, and decided we would travel around the world, before deciding what to do with our lives. On our trip we wanted to try and see how many countries we could fuck in. The first country we stopped in was France, specifically the south of France, since we hated cold places, and it was our biggest fantasy to have a hot, sensual encounter on the beach. Emma and I used a holiday home, owned by a friend for our first stop. We needed to pick a place for the perfect first...

Controlling Emma

(if you have any thoughts or ideas let me know! Love reading comments and messages!!) I've always had a thing for Emma Watson. Growing up as a kid, I watched her in the Harry Potter movies, I'd always thought she was cute. Now we're both adults, she's gone from cute to downright beautiful. I need to have her, not as a companion, or a friend. I need to have her as a slave. I decided the best way to start would be figure out how to get a hold of her. I decided on a long shot. I sent an email to...

Emma

A few years ago I was living in a small Spanish village where the expats were a bit thin on the ground and all the non Spanish knew each other quite closely, mainly to help each other out with language problems or dealing with the usual beaurocracy. One particular family consisting of the mother who was around thirtyeight years old and step father who was about forty had 2 daughters of sixt**n and one 3 years younger who were well known for visiting other expats houses to lend money or last...

Cousin Joe Pimps Cousin Emma

“Hi Joe! I am coming to Detroit for an internship interview, can I crash at your place?” I said on the phone. “Definitely!” replied Joe, “When are you coming?”, “I will fly there this Friday afternoon”, “Sure, send me your flight info and I will pick you up”. After I landed, I grabbed my carry-on and headed out, cousin Joe was waiting by his white BMW. “Emmaaa, welcome to Detroit!” said Joe, and gave me a big hug. He stepped back and looked at me head to toe, “Wow, you look like a Barbie...

A for Emma

"First day of school!," thought Emma. Any girl her age would be dying at this moment, hating having to wake up early and shoving through the freshmen brats. But not her! She couldn't wait to show off her D cups to her favorite teacher...Over the summer they had grown to a D cup size, and she couldn't be more excited! She loved how big they looked on her tiny frame, she looked innocent and yet alluring.She had spent the following week trying to pick the perfect back to school outfit to wow him....

Over the Hills and Faraway Book 2 RelationshipsChapter 4 December 1987 The end with Emma

I walked back to barracks, there was no public transport Sunday mornings in Aldershot and there were no taxis cruising. It didn't matter as I needed to sort things out in my mind, and I did that best when stepping out at light infantry pace. I thought I might be in love with Emma. I had told Annalise that I loved her, not long after our first bout of lovemaking, but she had laughed, kissed me and said. 'You are in love with the thought of being in love, sweetheart' Maybe it was the same...

Miss Bentner Takes Charge of Emma

This continues the Mrs Denver Prelude series, but is a spin-off. Elizabeth and Emma Carson, mum and daughter, are regularly spanked and caned under the various disciplinary systems introduced by Headmistress Mrs Denver. There is a change in who dispenses that discipline. 24-year-old Miss Hannah Bentner, a teacher at Emma’s school. This is how she takes over disciplining Emma. Elizabeth and Emma sat in the living room chatting. Miss Bentner had offered to give 17-year-old Emma private lessons...

Uncle Mike Creampies Niece Emma

“How was the drive?” asked my mom, “Dinner is ready, we waited for you”. “It was great” replied uncle Mike, “I always liked driving through endless corn fields in Iowa”, with a sarcastic grin. I was living in a farm with my family, close to Des Moines, Iowa, and my uncle Mike was visiting us from Chicago. I had just turned 18 and last time I saw my uncle was 4 years ago. He had been living close in downtown Des Moines and visiting us every week, buying me gifts, giving me rides, until he...

The Possession of Emma

The Possession of Emma Carmenica Diaz 1. Brianna I parked my BMW in the reserved car space next to my husband's Mercedes. Stephenwas in Edinburgh on business; he had flown late yesterday and would not beback until Monday afternoon. That meant I had today and the weekend to myselfand, selfishly, I was looking forward to a lazy and comfortable time alone. To be honest, our marriage had not been great lately but we accepted it asnormal. Most marriages fade into a comfortable partnership and...

When I met Emma

A friend asked me to meet his wife and to tell him what happened. This is what I told him – judge for yourself, fact or fiction:Emma arrived at my hotel by taxi. I took her coat and underneath she looked fabulous wearing a shortish black dress with bare shoulders and bare legs and high heels. Our lips brushed as she hugged me – the touch of her bare shoulders and the scent of her perfume gave me an immediate hardening. I escorted her to the bar where we ordered cocktails – I left her briefly to...

Close Knit 2 The Good Son

It's been weeks since me and mom's episode in her bathroom. She'd ambushed me ambushing her, sucked me until I spattered her cum on her face, and told me that later on she was going to "deal with me." That was fucking three weeks ago, and I'd been going insane with anticipation, masturbating like it was going out of style. Seeing my mother exchange stern, yet seductive looks with me whenever dad wasn't looking didn't help my bad case of blue balls, either. She was waiting for...

Part One 1st Time for Emma

1I live in a shared house with Emma and Rachel. Emma is a pretty blonde with a great body about 5ft 9 tall, 25 years old. Rachel is an attractive brunette about 5ft 6, 24 years old. Rachel has a boyfriend called Colin but I have never met him. Emma’s boyfriend Tom is according to her well lush and about 6ft 2 and very fit. Emma, Rachel and I share a house in Oxford, the house, the garden needs some attention but I’m rarely there to do anything and at the moment it’s covered in snow.

More humilation for Emma

I can't believe it's been five years since I first told the world all about myself.All the time I meant to write more about my desires to be spanked and humiliatedand to tell everyone about some of my real live adventures. I suppose I better begin by summarising the last five years, which seems tome to have past in the blink of an eye as they say. I am now married to Jamesand although he does sometimes spank me it isn't a big part of our relationship.His mum however still attends to my bottom...

Close Knit by Jett Black

Close Knitby Jett_Black©"Oh God, he is so funny!"I watched my mother sit primly—a thick, creamy thigh crossed over the other—in a huge leather recliner that my pop had left behind. She was watching her favorite television show, some corny sitcom on the Lifetime channel, giggling her little heart out at the effeminate male character on the plasma screen. When she laughed, her large, natural breasts jounced slightly behind her blue tank top, her cleavage ample and . . . inviting.I sucked in a...

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