Jake shifted in his seat; he wriggled and squirmed in an attempt to find a more comfortable position. His discomfort had nothing to do with the design of the aircraft cabin, but more to do with his cock squashing painfully against his jeans. He had just come to a fresh realisation -- His Aunt's body was superb.
The situation didn't improve during the taxi transfer from Faro airport. Mary's luggage took up a lot of room and Jake was crammed in tight next to her. He felt her thigh pressed alongside his own and her breast squashed into his arm. The warmth from the close proximity of her comfortable body, the scent of her perfume, and the tantalising glimpse of the deep valley between her breasts continued to keep his erection alive.
"Everything okay back there?" Jake's mother grinned back from the front seat.
"Fine, just fine." Jake's Aunt Mary replied. "A bit cramped, but we're coping." Mary pressed tighter into Jake, the action causing her breasts to bulge further, the delicious flesh nearly spilling out of her top. "We're okay, aren't we, Jake?"
Jake lifted his gaze from his aunt's neckline and felt the blush rise. She had caught him looking at her cleavage, no element of doubt whatsoever, she had definitely caught the flick of his eyes from her breasts.
"Uh," he grunted nonplussed. "Yeah, fine, just fine, Mum." Jake turned his hot face to the window. Shit, shit, shit, he groaned inwardly. She'd caught him perving at her tits. His father's sister -- Shit!
Jake avoided his aunt as much was reasonably possible over the following few days. He refused to catch her eyes whenever he sensed her looking. He remained polite but aloof and the mortification caused the heat to rise in his cheeks whenever he thought about the taxi ride.
For her part, Mary gave no indication whatsoever that her nephew's surreptitious peep bothered her. She carried on as normal, laughed at her brother's jokes, chattered to her sister-in-law, and generally enjoyed her holiday. She spent her days by the swimming pool and her evenings either in the company of her brother and his wife, or venturing into the resort village on her own. Mary was an independent woman, divorced, thirty-five years old, and more than capable of finding her own entertainment if she felt the desire for time on her own.
Jake woke and blinked into the dark. Something had disturbed him, a noise and he waited for the sound again -- Nothing. He threw back the cotton sheet, the only cover required against the mild Portuguese night, and made his way through the dark to the kitchen downstairs. He lifted a bottle of water from the fridge and paused with the bottle halfway to his lips -- He heard it again. The sound had come from outside.
Jake crept to the back door of the villa, the door led out onto the patio adjacent to the pool. Someone was out on the deck, and with the time being past 1am, Jake was naturally suspicious.
As quietly as he could manage Jake pulled back to bolt and lowered the handle to open the door. He peered out into the gloom and saw a shapeless form near one of the sun chairs. Rather than tackle whoever was out there, Jake reached for the switch that would bathe the deck in light.
He reasoned that the most effective way to find out who was creeping around the villa at night was by surprise. He thought about waking his father, but quickly discounted the idea. He'd waste too much time in reaching his parent's bedroom, rousing his dad, and then more time by trying to explain what he'd seen. No, it would be much more efficient to do it this way.
His fingers touched the plastic surround and he flicked the switch. A man blinked in the unexpected glare, shock and surprise on his face.
"Shit." Jake heard his Aunt Mary's curse and saw her turn to face the door. When she moved Jake saw the thick stalk of the man's erect penis. His aunt had obviously been holding the thing in her fist while she kissed her beau. Then, Jake noticed his aunt's uncovered breasts where the stranger had scooped them from her light dress as things had grown heated. Jake gazed, drawn by the heavy sway as Mary turned.
Mary stared at her nephew while he stared back at her. The man looked from one to the other, summed up the situation and vanished into the night, hurriedly shoving his penis back into his jeans as he moved.
"Shit!" Mary hissed again. "Jake? What the...?" She took a step towards him, her heels clicking on the deck.
That was the sound he had woken to, Jake dimly realised it now, his Aunt's heels on the patio. He continued to look out across the deck toward his aunt as the arousal mushroomed within him. He felt the visceral clench of sexual need, dull, aching, and so intoxicating.
"Aunt Mary..." He began.
Mary stared at him intently as though she sensed the boy's urgent desire, her bosom still uncovered. "Jake..." She too was unable to finish.
"Who's down there?" The shouted question from above broke the fragile spell.
"Shit!" Mary swore for the third time in as many minutes. However, Mary held her nephew's stare and then, calmly, and making no effort to cover herself, she called: "It's me, James! I woke up Jake making so much noise out here. He came to investigate and turned the light on. Sorry."
Jake heard his father chuckle. "Okay, no problem." The man turned at the top of the stairs and went back to bed.
Mary smoothed her dress over her hips, her shoes clip-clopped across the decking, and with a long look at her nephew, breasts still exposed, she squeezed past him and disappeared into her ground-floor bedroom.
Jake stayed, unable to move for the moment. What had just happened? Eventually he recovered enough to flick the switch and the patio fell to darkness.
He spent the remainder of the night restless and unable to sleep. He replayed the image of his aunt's swaying breasts over and over in his mind. He finally succumbed and masturbated with guilty urgency, holding the picture of Mary's exposure in his mind's eye as his semen spurted in thick jets of blessed relief.
Jake woke late having drifted into sleep just before dawn. The sun was bright behind the shutter. He gazed unseeing at the intense pinpricks of light, all was quiet in the villa, Jake checked his watch, and saw it was past noon.
'Anyone in?' He called, wiping his bleary eyes when he found the kitchen empty.
Swigging at a bottle of water, Jake walked out onto the deck. He didn't notice her lying there sunbathing. He was looking at the crystal water in the pool and was contemplating a swim to clear his head. It was only when she moved that his eye was drawn to her.
His aunt smiled at him. 'Hello Jake.'
'Uh...' He began and felt the blush rise in his face as he stood with guilty awkwardness. After the previous night, his aunt's unexpected presence unnerved him even more than before.
Mary chuckled, a deep low sound that sounded so sexy to Jake's ears. Despite his chagrin, Jake's cock stirred in his baggy shorts. She peered at her nephew over the rims of her sunglasses, relaxed and cool as she reclined on the sun chair.
Mary studied him for a long moment: "You're up late today," she said eventually. "I'm so sorry I disturbed you last night."
His aunt's blunt reference to the scene of the night before caused Jake to blush even harder. He wondered if she realised the affect she'd had on him. Did she imagine that she was the stuff of his wanking fantasies?
"I think," Mary continued, suddenly serious, "That you and I should have a talk, sort of clear the air." She patted the plastic bed next to her. "Come on."
Jake moved dumbly. He perched on the edge of the seat, knees together, both hands clasped, refusing to meet his aunt's direct gaze.
"Jake," Mary murmured softly. "I'm sorry about last night. I should have been more discreet." Mary shifted and rested on her elbow. She pushed her sunglasses into her hair. "Look at me Jake."
The boy swallowed and looked into his aunt's eyes. The stark white of Mary's bikini covered her breasts and Jake struggled to keep his gaze in check. He felt a near irresistible urge to glance down; his aunt's voluptuous curves excited him beyond his experience. He wanted to let his eyes rove over every inch of her tanned body.
Not just her breasts, as magnificent as he knew they were, but all over. Her thighs and calves, smooth and oiled, aroused him. Her tousled blonde hair, so sexily unkempt, her lips, unpainted now, but oh-so-kissable, all of her, he wanted all of her. Jake couldn't resist, he looked between her legs and then swallowed again when he saw the mound of her sex and the crease of her bikini briefs right where they covered her plump vulva.
How would she taste?
Mary saw his glance. "Jake, you keep looking at me."
"I'm sorry, Auntie," Jake croaked. "I... I..."
"That's okay, Honey." Mary's voice was quiet. "I understand."
She reached out and touched his leg. Jake flinched, but remained seated. The shock of her touch tingled, the place on his thigh burned and the glow radiated outwards from that spot.
"Aunt Mary..." Jake's voice cracked again.
"You do know you shouldn't look at me like that, don't you Jake?"
"Y... y... yes," he stammered, "Of course I know."
"I understand how young men like you... how old are you...?"
"Nineteen."
"...I understand how young men like you feel. So horny all the time, looking to sow your wild oats." Mary's hand remained fixed in place and Jake found himself absorbed by her touch on his skin and by the pearlescent shine of her nails. "But, I'm your Dad's sister, your Aunt. You know?"
Jake nodded. His expression was glum when he spoke. "I'm sorry," he whispered. "You're just so... Last night..."
Mary interrupted: "I shouldn't have done that. It was indiscreet. I was a little drunk." She sighed and winced at the recollection. "And I shouldn't have... exhibited myself to you. That was inexcusable. Anyway," Mary went on brightly, "I hope we can get back to normal. What do you say?"
"Sure." Jake shrugged again, though he wasn't sure at all.
A YEAR LATER - THE SAME VILLA
Mary walked out onto the patio and eyed the girl speculatively. She had arrived three days after Jake and Helena; Jake's parents would arrive another three days hence.
"So," Mary began as she spread her towel across the sun chair, "You and Jake, eh?" She hadn't had a chance to talk to the girl alone since her arrival the previous day. Now, here she was, sunbathing by the pool.
"Yup," the girl replied.
"I'm glad he found a girlfriend." Mary's eyebrows rose as she added appreciatively, "And especially one so pretty."
"Thank you." Helena smiled at the older woman.
"You're a bit older aren't you?"
"Twenty-five," nodded the girl.
"Well, not exactly a cradle snatcher then." Mary smiled and held out a bottle of lotion, her expression speculative. "Would you...?"
"Sure." Helena took the bottle and Mary settled onto her front. "You know," Helena began as the lotion drizzled onto Mary's shoulders. "Jake talks about you a lot."
"Does he?" Mary's feigned a casual interest, but her curiosity was aroused. "I hope he's complimentary," she added.
"God yes." Helena slid her palms along Mary's back, squeezing and kneading the pliant skin as she went. "To be honest, I was a bit miffed at first."
"Really? Whatever for?"
Helena's hands moved in slow, languorous curves over Mary's back. She smeared the oil from Mary's shoulders down to her buttocks, stopping only at the physical barrier of Mary's bikini briefs.
"Well," the girl seemed unsure of how to continue. "He kept on about you, about how gorgeous you were."
"Oh." All Mary could think of as a response.
"Do you want me to go lower?"
Helena's sudden deviation caught Mary by surprise. "Pardon?"
"Lower, shall I...? Uhm...?" She tapped Mary's buttocks with her forefinger. Then, without waiting for a reply, she squirted oil onto the intimate area and began to massage and knead again. "I thought he was in love with you!"
Mary struggled to think, her brain floundered and she was growing confused. The girl's odd way of switching the conversation kept Mary wrong footed, and the sensation of her hands sliding up and down her legs and buttocks was causing an itch between her legs. Then, there was this revelation about Jake. Mary's thought flashed to the year before.
"He might have had a bit of a crush on me," Mary admitted.
"I think it might have been more than that."
Mary sensed the change in Helena's tone. The girl's voice had become thicker somehow. Then she felt the unmistakable glide of a finger along the crease of her sex.
"What are you doing?" Mary half turned.
"Sorry," Helena whispered and placed a restraining hand on Mary's shoulder, "How clumsy of me."
Was it an accident? Mary had no way of knowing. Her instinct was that the girl had touched her on purpose though, but she let the subject drop, for at that moment Jake put in an appearance.
***
Later that afternoon, Jake and Helena were watching a DVD while Mary took her habitual siesta. The room was cool, an oasis away from the heat.
"You were right, you know." Helena spoke, bored with the film and excited by Jake's Aunt.
"Hmmm?"
"Your Aunt Mary." Helena nodded her head towards Mary's room. "She's very sexy. You weren't exaggerating."
"You think she's sexy?" Jake was suddenly interested.
"Fuck yes." Helena turned coy and a sly smile lifted the corners of her mouth. "I'd play with her."
"Lesbian," Jake taunted and grabbed at his girlfriend.
"Bi-sexual, puh-leez." Helena rolled her eyes and grinned. "Would you like that, Jake?" She pushed a hand into the gap between his shorts and his thigh. "Would it turn you on to see me lick Mary's kitty?"
"Helena... Would it...? Oh God." Jake's eyes glazed as his girlfriend stroked his thickening penis. He recalled his aunt's heavy breasts -- How many times had he masturbated over that image? Hundreds? Had to be.
"You filthy bastard." Helena felt Jake's cock swell under her fingers. "Me and your aunt, both of us naked, kissing, her tits and mine squashed together."
"That's bad," Jake groaned, "So bad." He kissed Helena, lust surging through him.
"I'm a very bad girl, Jake, you know that." Helena slid her tee shirt over her head, her breasts hung free. "Do you want to get that big cock of yours out for me? Do you want me to suck it for you?" She tugged at Jake's shorts and managed to pull them to mid-thigh.
"But..." Jake began. He was going to mention that his aunt was only a few feet away -- The risk was incalculable. The fantasy was one thing, but to be caught in reality. No, it was too risky. Then Helena's mouth found his prick and all coherent thought was lost.
A few moments later Helena, perpetually wet, straddled Jake's thighs. She held her labia apart with her fingertips, while her other hand held Jake's penis upright. She sighed as she rubbed the head of his cock against her excited clitoris, and then, without further preamble, slid down over him.
Jake grunted and clasped Helena's buttocks in his hands. He felt the warm embrace of her body and then opened his mouth to accept the dark tip of her nipple.
Helena groaned as the pair began a rhythmic dance. Jake's girth stretched her and gave her that marvellous full feeling, his cock always felt so good, so fat and hard.
"Stick me with that big fucker," Helena whispered, with her mouth close to Jake's ear. "Suck my tits, baby. Suck my tits and fuck me."
Helena looked up and felt a surge of exhibitionist excitement. Jake couldn't see his Aunt Mary standing in the doorway, the chair faced away, but Helena's position as she pumped her body vigorously against his meant that she saw Jake's aunt the instant she raised her eyes.
Mary's face registered the shock, but she didn't move. Stunned by the casual way in which Helena gazed back at her Mary found she was powerless to turn and walk away. The girl was so brazen! She didn't even flinch at the discovery. In fact, Mary thought, Helena seemed to relish being caught. The fact that Jake was oblivious appeared to add to the girl's wanton attitude.
Mary continued to stare and then Helena spoke. "Imagine," she panted, "The two of us sucking that big cock." She groaned at the lewd image she conjured up and then continued in the same vein. "Passing it between us and taking it in turns to lick it like a big lollipop."
Mary realised that Helena, although seeming to speak to Jake, was in fact talking directly to her. She was suggesting that the two of them suck Jake's cock -- Her own nephew!
"Fuck, baby," Mary heard Jake grunt. "That's so bad, the thought of you and her sucking me... Fuck."
"I bet her pussy tastes so good." Helena's voice was a whisper, but her eyes shouted to Mary. "I'd love to lick her while that big cock tears into me from behind." Helena pushed her breasts into her boyfriend's face. "Suck my tits," she continued. "I want you to suck them hard. I want you to come into me. Fill me up with the hot stuff. Imagine how tight her pussy would be around your cock."
Mary felt the starburst of desire between her legs. Helena's words caused mixed feelings to rise within her. Her arousal slid from her body as she stared at the lovely, dark-haired girl in the throes of sexual ecstasy. At that moment Mary's animal appetites were aflame, it didn't matter that Jake was her nephew; she only had sense enough to be aware of her own lust boiling in her sex.
"I'm coming, Baby." Mary heard her nephew groan. She wished he were holding her around her waist as he pumped semen into her body and not the girl in his lap.
Helena too heard the words. The first faint flutter of her lover's seed against her insides triggered her own climax. She let her head drop as the intense sensations surged through her limbs. She closed her eyes tightly and rocked the rhythm of her pleasure.
When she opened them again, Mary was gone.
***
Mary left the villa. She needed time away, time to think. The scene she had just witnessed disturbed her, not only that, her reaction disturbed her more. She couldn't believe her own actions. To stand and watch --- and listen --- while her nephew and the girl fucked. And the way Helena had so boldly spoken to her! The girl was beyond anything Mary had ever experienced.
"I need a drink and I need to get laid," she thought. She had a momentary idea of going into town and picking up a random stranger to salve her burning desires.
She felt that to lose herself on an anonymous cock would release her from the physical anguish. There would still be the mental question however, sooner or later she would have to face up to the fact that the scene in that room had fired her lust.
The memory of Jake's smouldering look the time she had exhibited herself to him, Helena's sly caress that morning, and the scene she had witnessed swirled within her mind and confused Mary. "That damn girl," she hissed vehemently. There was something overpowering about Helena; she was so confident, so sure of her sexuality, and despite her comparative maturity, Mary felt a little intimidated.
After a short time, Mary found herself back at the villa. She had been walking in a daze of absent-minded inattention and instinctively headed home. Mary paused for a moment, still undecided, and then steeled her resolve. There was only one course of action open to her, she decided, and that would be to front it out, she'd face Helena and talk to her. This had to stop.
***
"I need to talk to you."Mary took the opportunity presented to her. Jake had volunteered to take the half a mile walk to the supermarket for wine and beer, leaving the two women alone. The evening so far possessed a surreal edge for Mary. She had behaved normally, spoken normally, and played the part of unconcerned holidaymaker to perfection, but all the time her thoughts had been in constant turmoil. Now she had the chance to voice her concerns to the cause.
"I thought you had something on your mind," Helena responded coolly. "I wonder what it could be." Her impassive expression broke into a smirk.
Mary's astonishment at the younger woman's confidence caused her resolve to slip. The girl was so brazen!
"What's your game, Helena?" She asked after a momentary pause.
"Game?"
"Yes, what do you think your doing? You touched me this morning," Mary held up her hand as though to stave off any denial that may be forthcoming. She was determined to reach a conclusion. "And this afternoon, when I blundered into-" She flushed at the recollection. "-well, the things you said. They were quite shocking."
Helena appraised Mary with a feline air. The direct stare unnerved Mary and she shifted in her seat.
"You stayed though." Helena's look intensified. Her eyes narrowed to slits and the corners of her mouth twitched as though amused. "You stayed and watched. And you know what, Mary?" Mary remained silent, unable to respond. "I saw your face," Helena continued. "I saw the expression. You were turned on by what you saw." She paused, her pink tongue appeared and the girl wet her lips with one, long, lascivious lick. "And by what you heard."
The silence enveloped Mary. She couldn't take her eyes off Helena's mouth. The way the girl had wet her lips was so erotic. Helena was so confident, so aware of her own sexuality, so aware of her allure. Helena possessed a quality, indefinable and amorphous, an intangible element that was so obvious, but an element that would shift and move, a chameleon in camouflage if viewed head on.
It was as though Mary was viewing the scene in the room through the wrong end of a telescope. She appeared detached; some distance away. The two halves of her brain worked in contradiction. The logical, thinking hemisphere recognised the ideas with crystal clarity, and Mary fought the immoral urges, but the opposing half -- the hemisphere that processed emotions and feelings --- also recognised Helena's intent, and insisted upon fulfilment.
Mary's world imploded and the dominant half prevailed; her thoughts concentrated on one overriding realisation -- Helena was correct. "No," Mary heard herself say. Her voice sounded strange, as though the sounds were coming from underwater or from behind thick glass. "It isn't right, not Jake, he's... he's my brother's son..." She voiced her final, weak objection.
"But you want him," Helena's tone was low, thick and hypnotic. "And he wants you." Helena stood, moving slowly, with a fluid grace like a big cat stalking its prey. She sat on the sofa next to Mary. "I felt his cock throb when I mentioned you and me sucking him. It swelled inside me." Helena's mouth moved closer to Mary's, her hand rested on the older woman's thigh. "His cock is so thick anyway, but it grows even thicker when I talk about fucking you."
Mary felt Helena's hand on her body and she fell back onto the soft cushion. Helena's other hand slid up her thigh and their mouths met.
***
Jake's senses refused to believe what he was seeing. He reeled, physically staggered and he would have fallen but the doorframe held him upright as he slumped against it. His hand gripped the bag that held the bottles and cans. His grip tightened unconsciously, which was fortunate since the sound of the bottles shattering on the tiled floor would also shatter the moment.
"Jesus," he murmured, still unable to fully comprehend.
He had played out this scene in his head innumerable times, especially since meeting Helena, but the reality of it floored him. Helena had coaxed the confession from him early on in their relationship. Being five years his senior, she was infinitely more worldly wise, and to his relief and delight, Helena showed no sign of disgust at his admission. In fact, when Jake revealed his secret desire for his aunt, Helena had shown an intense interest and used the taboo to enhance their excitement as they fucked. Her whispered and whimpered monologue alluding to them sharing his aunt spurred Jake on to greater physical exertion, and he never failed to bring her to a wailing climax after fucking into her with powerful, savage strokes.
"Dear God," Jake heard his aunt sigh. He looked at her, sprawled back on the sofa, legs wide, dress hiked up around her waist, and her eyes heavy lidded with lust. "Jake..." Mary murmured.
Mary was in that place beyond reason -- Lost in the throes of sweet abandonment as Helena lapped at her tight clitoris and fingered her swollen vulva.
"Just in time, Jake," Helena paused for a moment and looked at her stunned boyfriend. "Come and play with Aunty." She gave several sharp licks at Mary's labia. "She's so wet, so turned on. I made her nice and gooey so she can take your big cock." Helena quickly smiled at him and then returned to Mary's sex.
"Oh my God," Mary groaned as Helena slurped at her body. "Jake... I... Oh fuck."
"Mary," Jake whispered, his hand reaching for the cord in his shorts. His cock sprang into view, thick and savage, a physical indication of his lust. "Beautiful Aunt Mary..."
He stepped out of his shorts and walked to where his aunt lay. His cock waggled in front of him as he moved and Helena grabbed it in her fist, her mouth tight against Mary's sex.
"You want this big fucker?" Helena asked, lifting her face and waving Jake's stalk from side to side. "You want your nephew to fuck you with this thing?"
"Yes," Mary hissed; her voice sharp with desire. A groan burst from her as Helena took the head of Jake's cock between her lips. "I've never... This is so..."
Mary felt the final shreds of coherent thought rip away as she unashamedly fingered her own, gaping opening. She fingered herself and watched as Helena's lips stretched tight around the excited boy's girth. He was thick, Helena hadn't exaggerated, and Mary experienced a tidal surge of renewed lust as she moved to join Helena, desperate now to suck him herself.
"That's it, Aunt Mary," Helena purred as she surrendered Jake to his aunt. "Suck him, make him wet with your spit." The girl groaned, her own hand busy against her hot sex, and her eyes rolled as the waves of pleasure rolled over her senses. "Make him wet and slippery so he can slide right into you."
"Aunt Mary... Jesus," Jake groaned as his aunt's mouth closed around the plum of his glans. He pushed his fingers into the dirty-blonde hair and held her head tight. He looked down at her, adoration shining in his eyes at the longed-for realisation of his torrid fantasies.
After a few intense moments, Jake sat on the sofa, a woman on either side. The two girls then, as Helena had vocalised earlier, shared Jake's phallus orally, passing the big thing back and forth, one sucking at the tip while the other licked and slurped at the shaft. Whenever their tongues met, they would kiss, slippery tongued and moaning, fingers busy between their sticky thighs.
"Oh fuck, Jake groaned, I can't take this."
Helena recognised the pitch in Jake's voice and she sensed he was close. "Come for us, Baby," she murmured. "Come for your Aunt."
Helena gripped the root of Jake's cock and wanked at him. Mary continued to slobber and suck at the spongy head of Jake's cock as the excitement of the situation and her own masturbating began to overwhelm her.
"I'm going to..." Mary began, but the first spurt of Jake's cum silenced her. Her climax broke and pleasure flooded through her body as a second and then a third heavy spray splashed across her cheeks.
"Yes!" Helena gave a cry of triumph. Her eyes gleamed with delight at the sight of her boyfriend's semen arcing from his cock and spattering against Mary's pretty face. "Come for us," she urged, still pulling at Jake's cock with frantic strokes.
Rivulets of Jake's issue ran down his shaft and over Helena's hand and fingers. She let his cock spring back against his stomach and slurped at the dribbles, licking her lips and rolling her eyes.
Jake looked down at his penis. Goo oozed from the eye, but there was no sign of his erection waning. He looked into his aunt's shocked face and experienced a thrill of desire when he saw the debauched mess he'd made.
"I... I want to fuck you." Jake's voice cracked when he delivered those words. His aunt stared at him for a moment and then lay back on the sofa. She opened her legs in surrender, offering herself to her nephew.
"Do it to me," she whispered. The pink of Mary's sex glistened with the syrup of her arousal.
Her labia were puffy and swollen, her clitoris pulsed and her insides clenched with anticipation as Jake moved into position. He knelt between her feet, his knees on the carpet, and he rubbed the rigid shaft of his cock against his aunt's body.
The underside slid over Mary's clitoris, making her gasp with pleasure. She felt his hanging balls brush against her buttocks and she reached down impatiently to grab his penis. Mary pushed the head of Jake's cock against her body; there was the slightest resistance as the mushroom dome forced past her opening, and then he was in. Mary groaned at this first contact. She wriggled, writhed, and somehow managed to pull her dress up over her chest.
Jake stared at his aunt's exposed breasts. "Oh my God." He whispered the words and feasted his eyes on the prize of the heavy tits. He pushed the head of his cock into Mary's opening and used both hands to massage her pliant flesh as Mary gasped at his invasion.
"Jake..." Mary couldn't finish, the sensation of her nephew's cock actually penetrating her astounded her. He felt so thick down there, so big... "Jake!" She called, the excitement flooding her sex when she realised the full impact of what she was doing. Incest! Her nephew was fucking her. "This is so... wrong."
"But it feels good doesn't it, Mary?" Helena's voice was treacly and her eyes sparkled as she watched the illicit coupling. "He's so fucking big, isn't he? And isn't it wicked fucking your nephew? You have to love the feeling of being filled by that cock."
"Oh, God, Helena." Mary gulped and looked at the girl through half closed eyes. "Kiss me. I want to kiss."
"With pleasure, darling," Helena grinned and pushed her tongue into Mary's mouth. Jake held his aunt around her waist and fucked into her with long strokes. Looking back later, Jake could recall little of what actually happened. The opening moments of this new relationship with his aunt were a confused mess of sensations and images.
He remembered how liquid Mary felt around his cock. He recalled the molten heat of her, how her pussy clamped tight around the girth of him, and the sounds of her groans and moans as they fucked. Vivid images of her breasts rolling in time to his thrusts burst across the internal screen of his mind's eye --- Those breasts he had hungered for for over a year. Watching the two women kissing aroused him and never failed to cause his penis to twitch, but the most overwhelming feeling of all was the emotion he felt when he looked into his aunt's ayes.
"I love you," he had whispered during one of those moments of intimacy. His aunt was staring up at him, their gazed locked as they shared an intense moment of mutual understanding. "I love you," he repeated and kissed his aunt properly for the first time.
Helena sat back and watched the tender moment. She understood what had just happened. It was a moment she had shared with her father four years earlier. She knew she could share that secret with Jake and Mary now.
"Come inside me." Mary thrust her hips forward in an effort to take more of Jake into her body. "Do it inside me, fill me with it. I want to feel your cum spit into me."
Jake couldn't hold back. The words, the intensity of the emotion, and the look in his aunt's eyes sent the rush of his climax surging through his cock. He grunted like an animal as he his seed gushed into Mary's body; Mary lifted her legs and clamped them tight around his waist, pulling him deeper as though she craved as much of his essence as he could spill.
"Oh my God, what have we done?" Mary lay on the sofa, her nephew's goo oozing from her pussy while her breath came in pants.
"It's okay." Helena comforted the anxious woman. "I think you and Jake should share the bed tonight. You can talk."
Mary looked at the younger woman. "Share a bed?" Her expression grew incredulous. "How can we share a bed? We've gone too far. I... I..." Her mouth gaped. Mary was lost for words.
"Jake, open a bottle."
Somewhat abashed by his aunt's sudden change of heart, Jake picked up his shorts and left the room.
"Helena, please, please don't say anything to anyone." Mary's anxiousness was giving way to real panic now. "I wasn't thinking... My nephew... I was just so carried away, so turned on." Mary groaned and slumped forward, her head in her hands.
Dressed in his shorts, Jake returned. He held two bottles and three glasses. He poured and offered a glass to his aunt. Mary took the proffered glass, but didn't meet Jake's eyes. "Thanks," she murmured and pulled her dress to restore her modesty.
Helena sipped her wine. She appeared to be lost in thought, but then she spoke. "I know how it is," she opened. "I know how you feel, Mary."
"How?" Mary stared at her.
Helena sighed and sipped again. "My Father-" Mary's mouth fell open with surprise. "-My Father first seduced me when I was twenty. It wasn't rape or non-consensual," she added hurriedly, "It was love. He needed me."
Jake and Mary both sat quietly, stunned by the story that Helena told. She recounted a tender tale of how her father, in a moment of dire emotional need, had seduced her. She told the pair about her huge libido and appetite for sex and about how those desires had led to her being involved in some shocking sexual encounters.
"Sweet Jesus," Mary whispered, unaware that she had uttered the words.
"I've always enjoyed sex." Helena her face was serious as she attempted to explain. "I love to fuck," Jake knows that." She smiled this time." But my Father made love to me - that first time - we made love. Of course, after that we fucked a lot. He's got a lovely cock, not as thick as Jake's, but lovely."
"Your own Father?" Mary's voice caught, she was both appalled and fascinated equally.
"Yes, Mary, my Father. At first, the guilt was huge, I thought I would buckle under the burden, but we talked about how we felt and," The girl shrugged, "Now it seems so natural, so loving."
"But why sleep with me?" Helena turned her attention to Jake at his question.
"Because I want a child," She answered simply. "I want a baby and my father isn't exactly the right guy to give me one." Helena shrugged again. "So he and I agreed that I should look for a man... Well, it's another long tale, but here we are. I found you, enjoyed being with you, enjoyed fucking... Then you told me about your aunt and... Well, I know what it's like, and the thought of you and her together was so hot. I'm sorry; I've made a mess of things. I see that now."
"I can't cope with all this." Mary drained her glass and grabbed at the bottle. With a shaky hand, she tipped the contents into her glass and drained that too. "I need some time alone." Mary lunged from the room leaving Jake and Helena in silence.
***
NEW YEARS EVE THAT SAME YEAR
Helena lay on her side, her backside presented to him. Since falling pregnant with Jake's child in May, her appetite for sex had grown voracious. She needed to fuck every day --- she was aroused constantly --- sex was her craving.
"Please, push it in." She held her buttocks apart to show off her perpetually sodden sex to him. "Fuck me again."
He chuckled and gripped the girl's ribcage in his hands. "I'm nearly worn to a frazzle. You're wearing me out."
Helena gasped as the cock-head pushed into her body. "Jesus," she groaned, "That feels so nice." She pushed her buttocks back at him and craned her neck so she could look at his face as he penetrated her. "Kiss me."
He moved his head to hers. Helena's tongue darted quickly with the urgency of her lust and she pushed it into his mouth, her ardour hot and hungry.
In synch with his Daughter's need, James fucked into her with quick, abrupt strokes. He held her body tightly as she rested on one elbow, her torso angled, and with her full breast swaying in time to their coupling. He returned the kiss, passionate yet tender, surprised at the swell of his love for the girl in his chest. He smelt her scent, somehow fresher and sweeter since her body had begun to change. His hands moved over her skin as they continued to kiss, feeling the heavy swell of her belly where the unborn child grew.
"Fuck..." Helena grunted, "Fuck me and make me come." She lifted her leg and laid it over her Father's body, exposing herself and allowing his fingers access to her clitoris. "Finger me, Daddy," she sighed and guided his hand to that place.
James whispered to his Daughter as his thrusts grew more vigorous, "My Baby," he murmured. "You're so sweet, so sexy, I love you."
"I love you too." Helena's reply turned to a squeal of pleasure and her fingers clawed at the bed sheet.
Emboldened by his Daughter's cries, James pounded into her body, all tenderness forgotten as he licked and bit at the nape of her neck and shoulder. The fingers of one hand slid around the mush of her clitoris and the place where her body stretched around his cock. He felt the root of his penis under his fingertips, the rest of the shaft buried deep in his daughter. The other hand mauled at her breasts, his fingers pinching at her nipples as he rolled her jugs in his palm and savoured the firm texture of her body.
"I love your body, Baby. You excite me so much. Where do you want me to do it?"
"God, I don't care. In me, over me, but please, don't come 'til I have mine. Please, I beg you."
James grunted a he struggled to hold his orgasm in check. He gripped at his Daughter's hip and pulled her back onto his root, shoving his cock harder and deeper in the way he knew she preferred. He lifted his hips just off the bed and angled his cock down into her. The new slant eased his body's urgent response and elicited a cry of ecstasy from Helena.
"Jesus! That's good. So. Fucking. Good." She twisted to face him again. "I'm going to..."
James watched as the girl's eyes rolled and her mouth fell open. The moans of her orgasm burst from her and her body tensed and convulsed.
James growled and pulled his cock from her clenching opening. He held the shaft tight in his hand, delaying the moment until he was in position. Through the fog of her climax, Helena sensed his intent and she opened her mouth to receive him as her own noisy climax rolled on.
"Shit." James grunted and aimed his cock at his Daughter's pretty face. He felt the irreversible surge and cried out as the first dollops spattered onto Helena's cheeks and chin. "Take me, Bitch," he grunted. "Take your Daddy's load."
"Over me, let me taste you, do it all over me." Her Father's dominant attitude excited her and Helena's fingers were busy between her legs as she masturbated to another climax,
Her eyes shone as her Father's semen splashed onto her tongue and she massaged the stray ropes of goo into her breasts. She swallowed the stuff in her mouth and then took his cock in her fist and sucked at it. Helena slurped at the semen that oozed from the eye, making appreciative noises at the back of her throat as she licked and sucked at her father.James ran his fingers through his daughter's dark hair and then lowered his face to hers. He tasted his cum on her tongue and knew he would be ready to fuck her again very soon.
"I love you, Baby."
"And I love you too," she replied.
***
"Happy New Year!"
Helena smiled broadly when the couple at the door cried their greetings. "Come in." She stepped back, opening the door wider. "Dad," She called, "They're here!"
"Wow, look at you." Mary kissed the girl on the cheek as she entered, Jake following in her wake.
"I know." Helena grinned and held her bulge proudly. "Seven months. Jake must have nuclear sperm or something. I fell during that holiday."
"I'm not surprised," Mary continued. "All that sex!"
"I was relieved that we managed to get it all sorted out." Helena rolled her eyes. "I felt so guilty that first evening... Y'know, when...?"
"I know." Mary fell silent when she recalled that moment. "But now... Well, I love Jake... And there's the baby..."
"And all the fucking," Helena added. "What a fantastic time we're going to have tonight. My two favourite men," Her eyes shone with excitement, "And you."
"Hello, Jake." Helena's father smiled. "And this must be Mary, at last we meet."
"Hello." Mary extended her hand towards the handsome man. She felt her heart throb between her thighs as she pictured him servicing his daughter. How interesting this year is going to be, she thought -- her and Jake, the baby, and Helena and her father, quite a cosy family.