Sleep Part 3
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I slept with Jill that night, on the theory that if she woke up with me, she'd like that. It didn't quite work out that way. She had a hangover, and was a mess. Her thighs were sticky with my sperm, and she really had no idea who I was. She got up and went into the shower, where she stood under the water long enough that, when she came out, her aunt was riding me like a cowgirl again.
That looked interesting, apparently, because she watched, while Babs had a couple of orgasms and asked me to cum in her. When she rolled off, Heather cleaned me up with her mouth, which just about unhinged Jill, until her aunt pushed her over to watch and learn.
It went on that way all morning. Jill watched, and learned, and found out her mother was a VERY sexual being.
We went out to lunch together, all famished from having missed breakfast. Neither Heather, nor Babs would talk with Jill about what had happened. Jill was clearly confused, and memories were popping up that she wasn't quite sure how to deal with.
As soon as we were back in the room, though, Jill set her heels.
"Mom, I want to know what the fuck is going on!"
"Don't curse, dear," said Heather. "It isn't ladylike."
"Neither is getting your daughter drunk and letting some man rape her!" said Jill angrily.
"He didn't rape you, darling. You had a very good time."
"That's not how I remember it," she groused. "And I'm right in the middle of my fertile time right now too! How could you do that to me?"
"May I remind you that you watched Bobby and us making love all morning long?" interjected Babs.
"Well..." Jill frowned, and looked confused. "I was shocked. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. That's all." She looked around. "I mean you guys were acting like he was the best thing since sliced bread!"
"He is, baby," said Heather softly.
"I'm not your baby!" snarled Jill. "He fucked me. I remember that much, and that means I'm not your baby any more!"
"If you're not my baby any more, why are you planning on living with me?" Heather shot back.
"That's different. I mean I can't just ... I don't have anywhere to go. Oooooo I don't know WHAT to do!" moaned Jill.
"Well, you have two choices," said Heather. "You can go to college, and get a job, or get married, or whatever." Jill frowned at that. "Or, you can stay home with me and have my grandbabies." Jill didn't look wild about that idea either.
"It's not fair!" she moaned.
"Who said life is fair?" asked Babs.
"What do you want from me?" whined Jill.
"Darling," said Heather, "I was intent on you getting an education. I'm even more intent on that, now that I know Bobby would be here to keep an eye on you."
Jill laughed. "THAT'S keeping an eye on me?"
"He kept an eye on me for two years, and on your aunt for her first year," said Heather.
"Like that?" asked Jill, looking at me a little more interestedly.
"He was a very good big brother."
"He'd have to be my uncle," said Jill, a small smile on her face for the first time that morning. It seemed strangely out of place, considering her irate attitude shortly before.
"Now that you know what it's like, would that be so bad?" asked Heather.
"Why wouldn't you let me do that with Jimmy Carson? HE'S dreamy!"
Even I saw that as a bald-faced attempt at dodging the subject.
"Jimmy Carson would swear it wasn't his baby, and take off. You know that, Jill. He's a jerk. Anybody can see that."
"At least he didn't get me drunk and rape me," complained Jill.
"As I recall, The policeman, who caught you two parking, got there before that could happen," said Heather. "I had to talk to the judge about the fact that you were drunk."
"Oh, yeah, I forgot that part," said Jill.
"Well I didn't," said Heather. "Lori was very lucky with Frank, but he had to drop out of school, and he's not making much money. Their life is going to be very hard."
"But you just got me drunk! And then he had sex with me! I might be pregnant, just like Lori!"
"That's because you're planning on living at home with me," said Heather. "I offered Lori the same deal, but she decided to marry Frank anyway. That has turned out better than I thought it would, but it's still going to be a hard life for them."
"But you're my MOTHER!" yelled the girl.
"And you are my adult daughter," said Heather, without a pause. "If you're going to live at home with me, then you can take care of Bob's baby there too."
"But I don't love him!" wailed Jill.
"You will, Darling," said Heather. "Trust me, you will. Now, why don't you take off your clothes, and get another helping of Bob's loving."
"I most certainly will not!" yelled the girl.
She didn't. And she wouldn't have gotten drunk again either, though neither woman tried that. Instead, they used me all afternoon, while Jill sat and pretended not to watch.
At one point, while Heather was moaning for me to shoot off in her, Jill stood up.
"Mom!" she said, too loudly.
"Mmmm?" Heather was enjoying the feel of hot sperm jetting against her cervix.
"You're not on the pill, Mom." She looked confused. "We're Catholic."
"I knoooowwww," moaned her mother.
"Ohhhhh" I gasped, as my prick gave its last convulsive spurt. I had always been extra turned on by fucking these two women. Part of that was knowing they were unprotected. That had slipped my mind, until Jill reminded me.
Jill turned to Babs, who was lying on the other bed, relaxed. Her pussy lips were messy with my spunk too.
"Are YOU on the pill Aunt Babs?"
"Of course not, honey," said Babs, her voice dreamy. "I'm Catholic too. You know that."
"Well, then ... what if he gets YOU pregnant?" asked Jill.
"I'll have his beautiful, healthy baby," moaned Heather, pulling my face down for a kiss.
"I was talking to Aunt Babs!" whined Jill.
"Don't you worry about me," said Babs, rubbing a finger through her slippery pussy lips. You need to worry about YOUR future."
I finished the kiss, and finished filling up Heather's belly with my sperm, and then looked over at Jill.
"You don't have to worry about that," I panted. "Both of these women know how to avoid that. We did this a lot, and they never got pregnant."
"A lot?" asked Jill. "How much?"
"Every day except for ten each month," I said, pulling out of Heather. she reached to seal her pussy closed. I figured she didn't want to leak on the bed.
"Every DAY?" gasped Jill.
"At least once," sighed Babs, who got up to come over and clean my spunky prick.
"How can you DO that?" moaned Jill. "It was just in my MOTHER!"
Babs pulled off and smacked her lips.
"He tastes yummy, especially when he's been in your mother."
"Ewwww," whined Jill.
"You're young," said Babs. "You don't know anything. You should try it before you knock it."
"I'm not putting my mouth on THAT!" squealed Jill. "Especially not after it's been in my mother!"
"Your loss is my gain," said Babs, and she went back to sucking my limp prick.
We took a long break for supper, and driving around town, looking at things I was familiar with, but which had changed a lot since the women had been there. We talked about old times, and told stories. All college kids can tell stories, later in life, that would shock a lot of people.
"You guys were wild!" said Jill, at one point. "I can't believe my own mother and aunt did all those things."
"My college years were the best years of my life," sighed Heather.
"Because of all that ... because of Bob?" asked Jill.
"He was a big part of it," said Heather, reaching over to touch my thigh. "I was in love with him, but wouldn't admit it. If I could have, things might have turned out a lot differently."
"I might not even be here!" said Jill.
"That's right, darling," said her mother. "You might not."
I took them to my house for the evening. I had purchased an old Victorian style house, which had been ravaged by being rented year after year to college kids. I got it cheap, and then spent money fixing it up. The whole upper floor was sealed off and empty, but I had done up the main floor pretty nicely. I had some loud neighbors, once in a while, but it wasn't too bad. Most of the kids learned that I was a professor, and all I usually had to do was walk over to the party and ask them to keep it down to a dull roar. Actually, as long as the parties didn't spill out onto the lawn, I didn't hear all that much.
"This is nice," said Heather, walking around. She looked at the art on the walls, most of which was erotic.
"Is sex all you think about?" asked Jill, looking at a large photograph of a naked woman with her ankles hooked behind her head. Her pussy was gaping open.
"I like sex," I said.
"I guess you do," she said back.
"Bob?" Heather turned to look at me.
"Yes?"
"Why don't you use all the extra space to rent out and make a little money?"
"I thought of that," I said, but I thought it would be more trouble than it's worth. I don't want to have a separate entrance built to the upstairs. That would cost a lot. And then I'd have kids stomping around up there, and it would be noisy.
"You have two bedrooms down here," said Babs.
I laughed. "Like I'd be roommates with a college kid again."
"Oh," she said. "I was just thinking about how much better it would be if Jill lived here, instead of in the dorm."
Now THAT was an interesting thing to think about.
"Here?" Jill's voice sounded strange. "I couldn't live with a man who raped me."
"He didn't rape you, darling," said Heather, her voice edgy. "I just wanted you to know what it was like, when a man who knows what he's doing makes love to you. You had a good time, believe me."
"Mom, I was almost unconscious," snorted the girl. "I mean I remember it feeling really good and all, but I'd never have done it on purpose."
"Well you should," sniffed Heather. "Bob's the best lover I ever had."
"What about Daddy?" asked the girl.
"Your father didn't know squat," said Heather heatedly. "He got me pregnant, but I was lucky to have two orgasms a year with him. He was a wham-bam kind of man, and rarely even said 'thank you, ma'am'."
"So?" said Jill, not really making it a question. "The girls I know who do it say they hardly ever get off."
"That's the point, dear," said her mother. "With Bob I had two or three orgasms a DAY. He must have given you ten or fifteen just since you met him!"
"He did?" She looked confused. "How come I can't remember them?"
"We apparently got you a little too relaxed," said Heather, dryly.
"That's just so unfair!" said Jill, pouting again. "I lost my virginity and I can hardly remember anything about it, and I had all those orgasms and I can't remember them. It's not fair!"
"Well, maybe he can give you a few more tonight that you WILL remember," said Babs, as if it were the most normal thing in the world to say.
"I TOLD you," said Jill stiffly. "I'm not letting him do ANYTHING to me!"
"Your loss is my gain," said Babs, sweetly. She turned to me. "Bobby, would you be nice enough to give me a few orgasms right now? I'd love to do it on your bed."
Twenty years might have gone by, but she still had the same effect on me as she had back then.
I thought it was interesting that Jill came along to watch, following her mother, who also watched. As disgusted as Jill was trying to sound, she was curiously interested in seeing her Aunt get fucked. As Babs and I got naked, I remembered that Babs had liked to be taken from behind, way back then, before we knew what a G spot was. I arranged her on the bed that way, and she looked over her shoulder.
"My husband wouldn't do this," she said. "I'd forgotten about how much fun this is."
I slid into her, and she dropped her head on folded arms, groaning. She wiggled her butt at me.
"Ohhh fuck me, Bobby, I love this," she moaned.
I reached around to find her nipples and twiddle them. Then I started trying to find the two inch area on the top of her pussy channel where I now knew a G spot might be. I had to get up on the bed and squat above her to get my prick at the right angle. I was actually fucking down, instead of in, and it was delicious. I could feel the tip of my prick scrape over the toughened, thickened area I had hoped was there. She started moving around so much I couldn't keep the tip of my prick on it, though.
It didn't matter. She went off like a bomb, just like she had all those years ago. I kept going, and stacked up two more before she rolled, to get away from me because she couldn't breathe. As she flopped on the bed, I dropped my lips to capture her clitty and tortured her through another one before she could push my head away and close her thighs.
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