Leo
"The business isn't doing well," my mother said with a sigh.
I rose from my computer chair, and on my tiptoes, I made my way to the window. Mom lay on the sun lounger with her long legs crossed. Her golden, blonde hair lay spilled over her gorgeous body, and every strand reflected the light of the sun. She had a toned and slim waist and a perfect hourglass figure. My mother was the hottest woman in the neighborhood, and she turned heads like no other.
With high, perfect cheekbones, Mom was equipped with a button nose that looked almost photoshopped. In addition to her perfect facial aesthetics, she was also well-endowed breast-wise. Her boobs sat high and firm on her chest and could be easily mistaken for an artificially enhanced rack, but I knew she abhorred plastic operations and avoided them like the plague. She was a woman who would rather spend a day in nature than in a noisy city, so it was understandable she'd retained her youthful looks.
"Tell me about it," my aunt said with hints of concern. My aunt was also a beautiful woman. She was two years younger than my mother and worked as a sperm specialist. She'd helped my mother out at the fertility clinic, but my aunt also struggled to find men willing to donate their sperm. At thirty-six years old, my aunt, Isabella, was slightly shorter than my mom. She had similar facial aesthetics, yet her eyes were a shade lighter blue, and her hair was auburn. She hadn't grown up yet and was way more playful than her older sister. She would usually call me little brother, and she also loved to ask me what me and my girls were up to.
"Seems like men are losing interest in sex these days," Mom said.
When I was ten years old, my father tragically died in a car accident. Strangely enough, my mother had been single ever since. Mom knew what she was talking about when she said men are losing interest in sex.
"Not your son," my aunt said and waggled her eyebrows.
"Let's avoid mixing my son with sexual topics," my mother said, frowning.
I wasn't sure if they knew I was home. I told Mom last night that I would see my girlfriend, but we broke up the other day.
Before my attention shifted to them, I was in the process of editing some videos. I ran a successful fitness channel on YouTube and sold merch on the side. My mother was proud of me, and she had given me many business tips that helped my entrepreneurial journey. In addition to that, I'd also inherited her looks, which I knew was important when advertising my brand and channel. With money and looks combined, it wasn't hard for me to find a woman, yet every relationship had left me unsatisfied. Having grown up with a gorgeous, young mother, I kept looking at Mom instead. I wasn't proud to admit it, and I sometimes even tried to suppress it or pretend I didn't think that way, but I certainly did.
My mother had gotten pregnant when she was barely legal. She was currently thirty-eight but didn't look a day over thirty. It wasn't only because of my business dreams that I didn't want to pursue college, but in High School, I'd felt extremely uncomfortable when my peers talked about my mother. One of my exes had even spread a vicious rumor that I'd been intimate with Mom as retaliation when I broke up. My mother had reassured me that college was unnecessary if you wanted to make money, and she'd been understanding and there for me when I wanted to go all in for this fitness business.
My mother starred in my first wet dream, and even if I woke up feeling disgusted, I still couldn't stop craving her.
When seeing her lay there and bathing in the sunlight, I popped wood, and my cock bonked against the window sill. I did something I hadn't done before, reaching for my shaft and touching myself while gawking at Mom.
"But," my aunt started playfully. "You don't think he could help? I mean he's very sexually active."
"First of all, he already got girls lined up for him, vying for his attention. Secondly, I don't think it's a good idea to mix family and business."
"It sounds like you're just making excuses."
"Issy, stop," Mom said. I suspected she knew where Isabella's naughty mind was going. This wasn't the first time Isabella had suggested something similar.
"How can I stop?" Isabella asked. "You know how good-looking he is."
"I know he's a young gun, but, first of all, we're related and even talking about this makes me slightly sick, and second, we're a lot older."
"Nice... you just admitted on your second point that the door remains open," she said and burst out giggling.
Mom sat up on the sun lounger, pushed her shades up to the top of her head and gave her a look, but that look was questionable since a blush spread on her cheeks. "No--I did not."
"Why are you reacting like that?"
"Which sane mother wouldn't?" she asked and shot her sister weak daggers. I started to think that Isabella might have been right after all. "This was about my failing fertility clinic, not my son."
"I'm sorry you made him so attractive that I can't get him out of my head," Isabella said with an eye roll. "What about Leia? How's she doing?"
"She's at the equestrian camp and hanging out with her friends and horses," Mom said, proud of her daughter. Leia was a year and a half younger than me and just turned eighteen. She had inherited a mix of our dad's and mom's looks, making her as pretty as a rose. She still hadn't found a boy yet, and strangely enough, I still believed she was a virgin despite how attractive and demure she looked. I hated to admit it, but I had fantasized about her too. We spoke to each other now and then, but because of my busy life, we didn't spend that much time together, even if I wished we did.
"She hasn't found a boy yet?" Isabella asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Give her time. She will eventually," Mom said with a smile.
"Weird," Isabella said. "She's really pretty. The boys were all over you when you started blooming."
A smile curved on Mom's lips. "Well... our generation was a bit different. Men these days don't seem interested in dating at all, unfortunately."
"Except for your son," Isabella reminded her with another wink, making Mom just roll her eyes. "I think you're getting sunburned by the way."
"Do you think so?" Mom asked and ran her hand over her toned waist.
"Uh-huh," Isabella said and picked up the sunscreen bottle next to her. "Do you want a helping hand?"
"Sure," Mom said and reached behind her back. My eyes widened. Was she going to take it off?
"Let me," Isabella said. She moved closer to her older sister and unhooked the hooks. As soon as the bra hit the tiles, my cock hardened to concrete. Mom flashed her tits to me which I hadn't seen since I'd sucked on them. They were gorgeous. Two perfect orbs capped with beautiful areolas and puffy, suckable nipples that made me wish I had a time machine. I questioned so many things. I had even dated girls my age who weren't endowed with a rack like that.
"Christ," I mouthed. I reached down to my shaft, curling my fingers around my cock.
"Your bottom," Isabella said and tugged at Mom's bikini bottom.
"Now you're pushing it," Mom said. "Just take my upper body, legs and back."
"Will you do me?" Isabella asked.
"Of course," Mom said with a smile.
Isabella turned around. "Free my titties."
"You speak like a teen sometimes," Mom said with a chuckle and easily unhooked her sister's bra. It fell onto the sun lounger, and Mom tossed it behind her. My aunt's breasts were slightly smaller but the perfect teardrops. They sat next to each other and compared their boobs by lifting them from below and caressing them.
"Do you remember when we were flowering and we used to compare each other's breasts?" Isabella asked with hints of nostalgia in her voice.
"Of course, I do," Mom said.
"And how we touched them to see how they felt?"
"I thought we were supposed to smear sunscreen on each other," Mom said and arched an eyebrow.
"You know I'm jealous of your boobs," Isabella said, and her eyes swept over them.
"Issy, yours are beautiful too."
"They might be pretty, but yours are bigger and attract more attention than mine."
"That attention isn't useful," Mom said. "It seems like most men just want to watch porn these days."
"Except for your son," Isabella said and couldn't resist, making my mother frown. I saw a lighthearted glow in Mom's eyes behind that frown though. "Can I just touch them for a little before we start?"
"Alright," Mom yielded.
I was baffled. I knew Mom and Aunt were close, but not that close. I quickly unzipped the zipper and pulled down my shorts. They fell to my ankles and I hurriedly pulled down my underwear too. I briefly glanced at my erect cock. I was well-endowed. At eight inches long and six and a half inches girth, I found it difficult to find a decent condom size at times. It wasn't just my cock that was abnormal but also my testicles. I'd noticed it for the first time when watching porn. My balls were slightly pink and also the size of two tennis balls instead of two walnuts. Even if I was only nineteen, I'd penetrated many virgins. They first complained about the size before yielding to my authority, begging me not to stop till the condom was filled.
With a grin, my horny aunt reached for Mom's Breasts. She cupped them and squeezed them. They looked incredibly soft, like two warm doughs. Aunt's grin widened, and it spread to Mom too. "Are you feeling nostalgic?" Isabella asked.
"Maybe a little," Mom admitted.
Isabella flicked Mom's nipples side to side. "Yours are definitely a lot bigger than mine. I love the round shape... You're aroused too."
"You know I get sensitive when you touch me like that."
Isabella nodded and sank her teeth into her bottom lip. "You do mine."
Mom couldn't resist. She slowly extended her hands to Isabella's soft fruits. She got a hold of them, squeezed the bottom part and her lips slid into a similar grin as Isabella's. "Yours are stunning too," Mom said. "The teardrop shape is perfect."
"Thank you," Isabella said. "But I would prefer them to be a bit rounder."
"Sometimes we have to accept what we can't change," Mom said, dragging out the time as she massaged her little sister's boobs.
I stroked myself, and it was the very first time I'd done so to my mother and aunt. I was overcome by a forbidden thrill. Even if I hadn't masturbated in years, it felt way better than I'd remembered it to feel. I asked myself whether I should stop. I shouldn't be masturbating to my mother. I couldn't control a wet dream. I also couldn't control some sudden thoughts that popped into my mind now and then, but this was a bit different. Even if my brain started screaming at me to stop, I didn't listen and did everything to shut down that voice. The guilty pleasure was just too intense, especially as my orgasm was building.
"So, let me smear some sunscreen on you," Isabella said.
Mom lay on the back with her gorgeous body facing up. I started growing greedy, wishing perhaps she could take off her bottom and expose her nether region. My horny teenage brain perhaps took it a bit too far.
Isabella snatched the bottle of sunscreen, shook it violently, so her tits jiggled with the effort. I ran my hand up and down the length as she filled her hands with sunscreen. She started on Mom's legs, massaging in slow sensual strokes as if time and stress were the farthest thing from her mind. By her skill and technique, it looked like she had done that a thousand times before. She made her way up to Mom's thighs, leaving her flesh gleaming and glistening.
Isabella took the bottle of sunscreen and shook it again. She forgot to close the cap, and while she jerked it hard, it suddenly spilled all over Mom's chest like pearly cum. Isabella's hand flew to her mouth. "Whoops... I wonder what that reminded you of," she said with a laugh.
Mom waved her hand dismissively. "You and your naughty mind."
"When was the last time someone came on your chest?" Isabella asked and started massaging Mom's upper body, exaggerating the amount of sunscreen needed for Mom's tits.
A drop of sweat ran down my temple as the orgasm built quickly. My cock throbbed as I tried to stroke myself slower, watching wide-eyed as the forbidden thrill kept growing. I couldn't believe it felt so good to masturbate to my topless mom and aunt.
"You know I've been single for a long time," Mom said wistfully.
"Which doesn't add up judging by how hot you are," Isabella said.
"It does add up when taking the limp men into account," Mom said.
Isabella's lips slid into a grin. She was about to say something, and I could only imagine what. She bit her bottom lip instead, biting off her upcoming words.
"What were you about to say?" Mom asked her.
"Nothing," Isabella said, on the verge of giggling. "Let me take your ass now."
If I jacked off a bit quicker, I could have cum right there, but I wanted this to last a bit longer, so I waited. Mom turned around and lay with her tits mashed against the sun lounger. Isabella brushed Mom's hair aside and filled her hands with sunscreen. Isabella started on Mom's legs and made her way to Mom's flawless ass. Her skin was as smooth as a baby and perfectly bubbly and compact. The bikini disappeared between the crack of her ass, leaving little to the imagination.
Three drops of sweat dribbled down my temples and dripped onto the window sill. I had to slow down. I wanted to save this load, make it as powerful as possible. It felt so forbidden and sweet. It was a sensation I'd never experienced before.
"You know there's more to my body than my bottom," Mom reminded her sister.
"Just a few more touches," Isabella demanded and groped her ass passionately. Both of them let out moan after moan, and so did I as this was about to become one of the best sexual experiences of my life.
When Mom was covered in sunscreen, they swapped places. Isabella lay on the sun lounger with her front facing Mom. Mom grabbed the sunscreen and shook it, her massive tits jiggled even more deliciously than my aunt's.
Mom straddled her sister's legs, both their bodies gleaming like gold. That was the position I wanted them in, and besides, I couldn't hold it in any longer. I furiously jerked my cock and let out every taboo teenage dream.
I narrowed my eyes on my mother's forbidden body, her big, round tits and her sun-drenched body. She leaned forward and groped my aunt's breasts, and Isabella let out a mighty moan. That was it. The orgasm rose from the crown of my cock and spread like a rapid flame throughout my body. My balls tightened to two knots and suddenly released their content. I fired several hot bullets of cum. I staggered back and fell with a thump, but even then, I kept firing several ropes that spilled out the window.
I let my head slump back. I was out of breath for a moment. I didn't realize what I'd done till they suddenly became silent.
"What was that?" Isabella asked.
"I think we got company," Mom said. I heard how she made her way to the terrace and through the door. "Leo, are you home?"
"Yeah," I said, trying to sound as cool as possible even if it proved to be difficult.
I was prepared to scramble to my feet and rapidly clean my room if Mom went upstairs, yet she didn't. It made me suspect she knew what I'd been up to. "Just checking... I thought you were going out?"
"Uhm... We broke up," I said. I reached for a sock and wiped my face with it. I was sweating bullets.
"Alright... have you found a new one?"
"Sort of," I said.
Mom chuckled. "I won't meddle." She went back outside, and I sighed a breath of relief. I quickly rose and closed the window. I slumped down on the bed, watching my pearly seed which was spilled all over my bedroom. I laid my hand flat against my chest. It felt as if my heart was about to jump out of my ribcage.
"Why did I do that?" I let my head fall into my hands, and I raked my fingers through my hair. I was covered in sweat. I felt my armpits and they were soaked. Fantasizing was one thing, and so was having a wet dream, but masturbating to my topless mom and aunt was something completely different. Had I gone too far? The question lingered in my brain till I reminded myself how good it felt. I thought of all the pussies I have had in the past, but they paled in comparison to the sensation I'd just experienced. If it felt so good to masturbate to her... how would actual sex feel like?
I sternly shook my head. I couldn't think of that. I was taking it too far.
Chapter 2
Mom
Sitting behind the wheel, I drove home. I'd just finished work, and I was exhausted. With an upcoming economic downturn, there weren't many who had babies and sex on their minds. Add an already impotent generation on top of it and it spelled disaster for my business. I sighed and wasn't sure what to do. Isabella had joked yesterday that I could join my son's business. She had told me that he sure would have good use for a good-looking woman like me.
I shook my head. I asked myself whether my sister was joking, but some of her jokes could be really lewd, especially when they went into the incest territory. I had to talk to her if she continued making those lewd remarks.
I pulled into the driveway and killed the engine. I walked up to the door but almost dropped my key. I stared at the garden where four six-foot flowers rose from the soil. I blinked and slowly walked up to them. My eyes swept over them, and it took some time to muster my courage to touch the stem. It was thick, incredibly erect and strong. I glanced up at the flower. The petals were dark blue and the eyes were yellow. I drew in a deep breath, filling my lungs with the floral perfume. It was heavenly, perhaps the most heavenly scent I'd ever inhaled.
Taking a step back, I drank in the beauty of the flower. I appreciated the prettiness of them till all the questions started flooding my brain. "Where the hell did they come from?"
I'd never seen nor heard of anything like it. My daughter loved flowers, but she was at the riding camp. My son... I shook my head and was unsure how he could've had a finger in this.
I sat on my haunches and studied the soil. I saw some white crust and touched it, examining it. I arched an eyebrow and sniffed it. It smelled and had the same texture as cum, making me believe once again he might have a finger in this.
Yesterday when I had made dinner for us, he acted incredibly strange. Then there was the sudden noise when my sister and I had been topless. Could he have masturbated to us? The question made me feel surprisingly good for a second, but I quickly tried to suppress it. The cum must have certainly come from him, but he probably had watched something else.
Either way, I had to talk to Isabella before he came home. I quickly shot her a text, Do you have time?
Sounds urgent, she replied.
Kind of, I sent her.
Come over, she texted me back with a smiley.
Is your daughter home?
So, it will be about sex?
I rolled my eyes. I took a photo of the flowers and sent them to her. She saw the message, which was followed by a long pause.
I'm on my way, she replied, making me laugh.
After ten minutes, I could hear the engine of her car. She pulled into the driveway and hopped out. Dressed in a tight skirt and a matching top, my little sister came running to me. "Holy moly," Isabella said and her jaw hit the grass. She raised her trembling hand and pointed. "Where did you find those?"
"Right here," I said.
"What?" Isabella said, puzzled. She stepped up to them and curled her fingers around the thick girth, stroking it to check the authenticity. "It's so thick and strong... But they were small and limp yesterday."
"I have a million questions swirling through my head as well," I said. "But I found a clue."
"What's that?" Isabella asked as if dying to get to the bottom of it.
I squatted and picked up the crusted cum that I'd discovered earlier. I held up my hand to let her examine it. I knew that she knew what it was because of her profession. "That's cum," Isabella said and raised her eyes back to me.
"I know," I said.
My sister put the puzzle pieces together, and her lips slid into a victorious grin. "Do you think it's your son's cum?" she asked and couldn't suppress her giggles. She could sound like a teenager at times.
"Who else?" I asked and gave her a look.
She gasped. "Yesterday when we heard that noise... I think your son reached the big O."
"It could have happened later that day," I said. It made sense when I thought about it, but I didn't want her to start talking about incest again. I tried to tell myself it would make me sick, but surprisingly, it didn't.
"Come on... both of us were topless," Isabella said. "Why are you so afraid to admit this? I've seen him check you out several times--"
"Issy--stop!" I cut her off. "He's my son."
"You need to learn how to leave cultural norms aside," she said, wrinkling her nose as if I had offended her. "Either way, it can't have come from anywhere else. Nice, you have an exceptionally potent son." She tittered and slapped her thigh.
I reached for the flower and stroked it again. I knew my son was strong and handsome. He certainly must be as well-endowed manhood-wise as he was brain-wise. As I continued to stroke the stem, I started imagining it was my son's cock. I hadn't had a man inside me for so long, and the taboo thrill of being fucked by my own blood made my pussy suddenly wet and warm.
"Who are you thinking of?" Isabella asked.
I let go of the flower. "Nothing," I said, swallowing hard.
"Hey... Since he's so potent, he could help you out at the fertility clinic," she said and ended her sentence with an obvious wink.
I had thought about it before, but I'd always pushed those ideas aside as far-fetched and lewd. But now that I stared at the flower, I knew she might have a point. This day had been brutal, and I knew the upcoming days would be too. It didn't feel like I had much of a choice. "We do not know for a fact whether his cum did this or not."
"Oh, come on, sis," Isabella said with an eye roll. "We have the evidence. I have a feeling he got unprecedented cum, and can certainly give you a helping hand at your business."
"But he's already busy," I said.
"As if a son wouldn't want to help out his mother," she said and waggled her eyebrows. "And besides, you just need his cum and then he'll be off for the day. If you employ some hot woman to help him with it, it's not like he will decline."
I gave it second thoughts. I knew she had a good point, even if I didn't want to admit it. "Tomorrow... Can you check on his semen? I want definite answers before proceeding. I don't want our close relationship to be ruined because of your fetish."
"It's your fetish equally as mine," she insisted. "And besides, I'll happily help you out. Family first." She grinned. My sister could be full of sexual innuendos. "I'll talk to him later. I'll let you know how it went in the evening."
"I'll be waiting," she said and kissed my cheek.
*****
I went outside the terrace and put the pot of stew on the table when my son opened the door. "I'm home," he said, sounding a lot more confident than he did yesterday. I met him in the foyer. Standing at six foot three, my son was exceptionally good-looking. I easily understood how girls were crazy for him, especially with those muscles, jawline and shoulder-length hair. If his business would go south, I knew he could easily make it in Hollywood if he wanted to.
"How was the gym?" I asked him. He put the camera bag aside and neatly placed his shoes on the shoe rack.
"Tiring as always," he said. "I got some nice clips though for my upcoming products."
"Business going well, eh?"
"It's all gravy," he said. "Thank you for being supportive."
"Anything for you," I said and pressed my lips to his forehead. I had kissed him there many times before, but this was the first time a blush crept up on his cheeks. I tried moving away, so I didn't create an uncomfortable situation. But I couldn't help but ask myself why he reacted that way, especially after the discovery.
We sat down outside on the terrace and ate together. We talked as usual about various topics. "How's sis doing?" he asked me.
"Fine," I said with a smile. When I gave birth to my daughter, I had been paranoid that there would be fights, but my son and daughter had always gotten along well. In fact, Leia could be a bit clingy to Leo now and then. I understood it well since he was so popular. Leo also looked after her, which I appreciated. "She sent me some photos." I fished out my phone from my pocket and showed him.
"So long she doesn't fall off from that thing," he said.
I chuckled. "She's too skilled for that... What happened to Julie?" I inquired. It must have been one of his quickest relationships. I thought of starting with a mellow topic and making my way to his semen checkup.
He shoveled some more food into his mouth. He ate a lot, and it honored me that he enjoyed my food. "Nothing special," he said with a shrug. "She was a bit too paranoid."
"Because of you finding another girl?" I said and understood where she came from.
"Yeah," he said.
"I can't blame her," I said.
He gave me a look. "What about your clinic? How's it going?"
He was good at changing topics. "Not well," I admitted.
He looked concerned for me and didn't eat so eagerly any longer. "What's not going well?"
"It's difficult to find donors... and we get less and less women needing help with pregnancies."
"Is it the women not wanting children or the opposite?" he asked.
"I think it's a bit more complicated than that," I said and took a sip of water, spilling on my chest and soaking my white top, revealing the outer parts of my breasts. "Sorry about that."
"No worries," he said, but I caught him looking at my chest again, which he had done more lately.
I took a napkin and tried to dry myself as much as possible. I also slipped my hand inside my top and dabbed it around my boobs, making him eat a bit slower. "Women are losing hope. Men are becoming less and less interested in having children. Also, the economic downturn is just fueling the situation. Every woman wants a child, but not every man can provide them one."
"Shouldn't this help your business?"
"Unfortunately, no," I said with a sigh. "The less demand for babies, the less demand for fertility solutions. The products and treatments get worse every year."
"I see," he said. "I wish I could help."
I looked him in the eyes for a minute. They were the same color as mine, and whenever he would be there for me, I felt so good. It was like I had butterflies in my belly. "Thank you."
"You were there for me when I started," he said. "I can't think of any other parent who would encourage their son not to pursue college."
"College is a waste of time, trust me," I told him. I glanced to the side and was notified of the flowers again. I tried to figure out a way to bring this up without making him uncomfortable. While I kept my eyes on the flowers, he turned in that direction as well. He almost spat out the food back on his plate but quickly brought a napkin to his lips.
"Are those real?"
"I was about to get there," I said. "I discovered them when I got home."
He fixed his eyes on them. "Are they real or not?"
"As real as they could get," I said.
He brushed his lips with the napkin. Despite having his belly full, he rose to his feet. "Can I check?"
"Come," I said. I had also finished eating. I pushed the plate aside and took him with me to the flowers. He stared at them in awe, his eyes sweeping over them. He reached for the stem, touching it timidly and pulled the flower head to his nose, drawing in a deep breath. "I'm lost for words... Are you playing me? Did you plant them here?"
"What, no," I said. "They were there when I arrived."
"But they must have come from somewhere," he said.
"Well, yesterday, did you do something during the evening?" I inquired, watching him closely.
"What do you mean?" he asked, reeling back from me.
I placed my hand on his shoulder. "Please, don't run away from me."
"I'll never run away from you," he reassured me.
"Did you happen to enjoy yourself and something happened to come out of the window?" I sounded ridiculous, but I wasn't sure how else I could phrase it.
"Mom, that's absurd," he said and gave me a questionable look.
"Do you have any other ideas?" I asked him and searched his face.
"I don't but..."
"Can you do me a favor?" I asked.
"Sure," he said, looking relieved for a moment to leave this subject behind.
"Can you do a semen checkup at my sister's place tomorrow?"
He looked mildly uncomfortable at first. He mulled it over, and the silence was borderline awkward. "Even if it was from me," he said and jerked his head at the flowers, "why does it matter?"
"Maybe if what I suspect is true... you could help me out at the fertility clinic."
"What kind of help?" he asked and watched me carefully.
"You know what I mean," I said. "Maybe you have such potent seed that you can help with fertility treatments."
He burst out laughing but stopped when realizing I was serious. "I thought you were joking."
"I'm not," I said.
"Alright," he said and yielded. "I can meet her tomorrow."
I opened my arms and pulled him in a warm hug. I felt elated.
Chapter 3
Leo
I pulled into my aunt's workplace. I swallowed hard. I couldn't lie. I was a bit nervous. When I'd discovered the flowers yesterday, I had an inkling where they'd come from. It sounded ridiculous at first, but not when I reconsidered it.
My testicles were abnormal, and even porn used a lot of movie magic, my loads rivaled theirs. But the load during the day I'd jerked off to my nude mother was a load unlike any other. It had knocked me off my feet, and I'd never felt anything like it. It wasn't just the load itself, but also the forbidden thrill. It was the greatest orgasm in my life, and it made me question whether I was sane or not.
It wasn't far-fetched that my seed had made those flowers grow, but again, I wondered why Mom wanted me to do this to begin with. I wanted to help her out, and because of the context, I questioned if she wanted me to help her out at her fertility clinic.
I sighed and knew I couldn't sit here and dwell on my dilemma. I opened the door and headed toward the building. Isabella worked in a little office. I'd never been here in my life, but she'd given me the directions on WhatsApp.
I pinged her, and Isabella opened the door. She stood there in black stockings, high heels, a tight, erotic black skirt and a blouse, which was a size too small, with a plunging V-neck. Her lips slid into a grin, and she opened her arms. "Nice to see you again, brother."
If I hadn't been so tall or looked older compared to my age, I knew she wouldn't have called me that. Although I found it incredibly cute. I let her fall into my arms, and she pressed her milf boobs against my chest, making the hug a bit more intimate than her usual embrace. "Nice seeing you too," I said. While she was in my arms, I picked up the scent of her favorite floral perfume. She'd also swiped sexy lipstick on her lips, making them red, full and prominent. My cock oddly hardened and thickened, making me a bit uncomfortable since I suspected she noticed it.
"Come," she said and took my hand, making me melt. Her hand was incredibly soft, making me believe she'd applied some moisturizer. It felt even softer than some teens I'd been with. "My daughter asked about you. I think she also wants to start hitting the gym."
"Any time she wants help, I am there for her," I said.
"She's a bit shy to ask, but I'll let her know," Isabella said. She took me into her office. There were plenty of cups and containers on the counter, as well as a microscope. She had hung a poster of the male and female organs on the wall, and the anatomy of testicles. It made me feel as if I had a doctor's appointment.
"You work here?" I asked her.
"Uh-huh," she said. "It's here I do my research, checking the health of semen and so on."
I scratched my armpit since I knew what the next step would be. "Alright, so where do we go from here?"
"I'm not coming with you," she said and chuckled. She snatched a container and gave it to me. I gave it a questionable look since it looked a bit too small, especially taking into consideration what I'd fired the day before yesterday. "You'll take this and you go in here." She opened the door and led me into a surprisingly spacious room. It had a couch, a bed and there was also a wide TV screen. The table was equipped with lotion, tissue paper and there was also a sink tucked in the corner. "The TV has a subscription to Brazzers." She opened the cabinets. "Here is some Viagra."
"Damn, you have it all covered," I said.
"Of course, we do," she said, and her lips slid into a grin. "I have a feeling though that you won't need it."
"I don't," I said, shaking my head. I'd never popped a Viagra in my life, but I felt a bit weird masturbating in this room.
"So, I'll wait for you outside," she said, giving me a wink.
"Sure," I said.
She went on her tiptoes to the door and gently closed it after her. After seeing my aunt in those clothes, I believed at first that porn wasn't needed. I unbuckled my pants and let them fall to my ankles. I started stroking myself, but I found it incredibly difficult knowing she was outside, waiting for me to finish. "Come on," I said, trying to masturbate harder. It was difficult though. I didn't only feel the absence of an upcoming orgasm, but my cock slowly grew limp.
I let go and turned on the television. I had never experienced this before, but I had never been intimate with someone or masturbated knowing someone was waiting for me. I chose a random porn flick and started masturbating again, but I just couldn't do it. I must have looked like an idiot standing here and desperately trying to reach the peak.
Isabella knocked on the door, which made me jump. "Are you alright?" she asked.
This sure was embarrassing. "I'm fine," I lied.
"Uhm... Do you need a helping hand?"
It felt like time stood still. I blinked and questioned if I'd heard correctly. I slowly opened the door and peeked out at my sexy aunt. She stood there all demure and shy, a blush coloring both her cheeks red and pretty. "What exactly do you mean?"
Her lips slid to a grin. "You've had enough sexual partners to know what I mean."
"You're my aunt," I said and blinked at her. She along with my mom and sister had been my deepest fantasies. I just found it hard to believe it had come from her.
"It's just a hand... maybe lips. You're not going to impregnate me."
When she suggested that, my cock rose to full mast. But my brain hadn't fully processed what went on. "I..."
"Do you want some time to think about it?"
I knew deep inside that I didn't need any time. I knew perfectly well what I wanted, especially since I'd jacked off to her before. There were no questions that I badly wanted her. I closed my eyes. I had constantly been thinking of that orgasm when I'd touched myself to them. I thought of it again. If masturbating would feel so good, how would it feel to have her in front of me, touching and sucking my shaft? My cock gave its approval as it thickened. "This will be between you and me?" I said and imagined her grin.
"Leo, you can trust me," Isabella said, sounding overjoyed.
"Alright, you can come in," I said.
She slowly pushed the door open. She aimed her eyes directly at my manhood. She closed the door while keeping her gaze glued at me. "Wow... That must be the thickest cock I've ever seen." She made her way toward me. "Don't worry, plenty of men are uncomfortable doing this. It sometimes can take up to an hour before they get anything out."
"Do you usually help them out?" I asked.
"If they're as attractive as you," she said with a wink. She put her stuff on the counter and made her way toward me. "I please a man best when he's lying down." She patted the bed.
I jumped onto the bed and lay down. "Can I ask you something?" she asked and stroked my thigh, moving closer and closer to my erection that rose like a rocket ready to launch.
"Sure," I said and was curious what her question might be.
"What did you do when your mom and I spent time with each other two days ago?"
I closed my eyes and already knew where she was going with that question. "It's not what you think."
"And what do I think?"
"I heard what you and Mom were talking about," I said.
"Leo, I saw that the window was open when I got there... That was the entire point."
Opening my eyes, I looked at her. "You sneaky fox."
She spilled out her giggles. "My sister can suppress it all she wants, but I know she got a thing for you. You can do likewise, but your eyes don't lie either."
"Alright," I admitted. "I was masturbating."
"To whom?" she persisted.
"To both of you," I admitted, which felt surprisingly good.
She ran her hand over my sculpted chest, and I picked up the scent of female nectar. I knew the scent so well from all the sexual partners I've had in the past. "That turns me on... That such a strong, handsome man like you finds me attractive."
"We're related... You're my aunt," I reminded her.
"So?" she said. "It's not like we'll invent incest."
"You don't find it weird?"
"Only because society says so," she said. "I care about you as much as your mother does. I don't want to do something you aren't comfortable with, but I know deep inside both of you that you truly want it."
"You have keen eyes," I complimented her.
She ran her hands over my abs and made her way back to my chest again. "How did the orgasm feel that day?"
"One of the most intense I'd ever experienced."
"That sure says a lot, especially judging by all the young, fertile girls you've dated in the past."
"Yeah... I was quite surprised."
"Not I," Isabella said. "What's considered forbidden, always feels so much stronger. It's when you yield and let go that the orgasm builds to something astronomical. I experienced that with your sister."
My eyes popped open, and my cock suddenly hardened. "Have you..."
"Uh-huh," she said and nodded. "We have done a couple of things more than just some hugs and massages."
"Oh, that turns me on," I said and my cock stirred.
She moved her lips closer to my neck, delivering several kisses before nibbling on my ear. "I know... it turns me on too. So, should I start?"
"I'm dying to get your hands on my cock," I said. She sure knew how to talk me into things. Just a couple of minutes ago I was hesitating. Now I wanted her outlawed hands on me more than anything else. I didn't care if this was taboo, or that she was my aunt, I just wanted that orgasm.
My aunt finally wrapped her hands around my length, slowly running it up and down. A pleasurable shiver ran down my spine. "Gosh, your hands are soft," I said.
"I can make them softer," she said and spat in both of her hands. She went back to wrapping them around my length, making them easily slide up and down with the help of her pearly spit. It ran down my shaft and pooled around my base. She positioned her head teasingly over my cock and let out chunks of glistening spit that hit the very peak.
"Christ, you have a lot of spit."
"It's just your delicious body and cock that make my mouth water," she said with a grin, stroking me some more. She twisted her hands, using them in a way I hadn't seen before. No other girl had given me a handjob before. It was either mouth or pussy, but she sure knew her craft as her soft, tiny hands pleasured every inch of my throbbing manhood. My eyes flicked from my aunt's face to my erection. I questioned whether I was dreaming, but I clearly wasn't. I questioned whether I should abort, but I wanted that orgasm so badly. This had been one of my biggest fetishes after all.
Isabella licked her lips and positioned her mouth over my erection. She moved closer and closer to the head of my cock till I felt her warm breath on the peak. She sent another shiver down my spine as she breathed right on my shaft. She slid her hands down to the bottom of my cock and positioned my equipment under her lips. She stuck her tongue out and softly swirled it around the saliva-covered tip. It was a brief, gentle touch, but it felt so strong. I had grown up with that woman. I had dreamed of this before.
I clenched the sheets, and my breathing deepened. She was slowly summoning the orgasm that built in my chest. She flicked her eyes to mine while her tongue kept drawing circles around the tip. She moved closer and closer till her lips touched my shaft. She kissed it once and on the next kiss, she opened and stuck the tip inside her mouth. While keeping the crown inside her, she moved her hands to my thighs and lovingly stroked them. She moved the head inside her wet cheeks, rolling it around till she positioned her head over my erection. She swallowed another inch, covering me in more delicious warmth. She slowly swallowed another and another.
I watched as it unfolded in slow motion. My entire body shivered as my cock disappeared inside her wet mouth. I threw my head back and raked my fingers through her hair. "Oh, Isabella," I said. "That's so intense."
A smile spread on her lips, and she continued on her journey till her lips were firm against the groin and my cock was successfully entrenched inside her throat. "Jesus... I've never seen anyone deepthroat me like that."
She sealed her lips tight around my shaft and slowly pulled her head back till she kissed my tip. "Maybe one day I can teach the virgins you keep chasing."
"I probably won't chase one after this," I said, wiping the sweat from my forehead.
"Not even my daughter?" she asked and waggled her eyebrows.
"Are you joking?" I asked as she stroked me.
"That's up to you to decide," she said and ran her tongue up and down my cock.
I didn't know what to believe. All I knew was that it felt so intense at the moment. I just wanted to grab her head and pull it back onto my cock. Her tongue and hands were too teasing. I wanted it stabbed in her mouth again.
She delivered worshiping kisses along the shaft till she reached the top again. She prepared herself for round two, letting spit dribble down my glistening cock that was already drenched because of her saliva. She opened and gobbled up my cock. She pulled her head back and plunged it back down to the back of her throat.
My aunt started bobbing her head. My hips bucked upward, and I tried to send my cock deeper. I constantly pushed her hair behind her ears, dying to see her gorgeous face as she gave me a head unlike any other. "Oh, Isabella, a little bit more."
She bobbed her head quickly. Pearly drops of saliva kept running from her lips and pooling around the base. I let out a shivering breath and lifted my pelvis. "Ah, Isabella, that's so dirty," I said as she kept making the naughtiest sucking and slurping noises. "A little bit deeper." I clenched the bedsheet and the toe-curling orgasm was imminent.
On the next upward stroke, my body jolted. Isabella's eyes widened as she caught the first ropes of cum in her mouth. She came off my cock and got blasted right in the face with a great splash. She fell back, and the cum spilled over her boobs. My cock shot out more cum, hitting the wall and the ceiling till finally my manhood swayed and fell to my thigh.
I let out the mightiest groan of my life. "Wow," I said and found it difficult to speak. It felt stronger than an explosion. Stronger than Big Bang. She was right. Taboo sex felt so much better. I was momentarily numbed. I forgot that I had hit her right in the face.
"Are you alright?" I panicked when I didn't get an answer. "Isabella?" I sat up and saw her looking at me with eyes wide as saucers. Cum dripped from her face, nose and ran down the valley of her breasts.
"I've never seen a load like that in my life," she said. She looked at herself in the mirror, and her eyes flitted from one cum blotch to another. Holding for her hair, she looked at her chest. She scooped the cum into the container and then had a little taste herself. "It's... so strong and salty."
"Is that good?" I asked. Since she was an experienced woman, her reaction caught me a bit off guard.
"It's hot," she said and burst out giggling. "Jokes aside, it's unprecedented."
"I see," I said. I still felt numb. A part of me couldn't believe my aunt had given me a head, and one to die for.
She went to the knob and came back with a towel. She cleaned my waist and around my base. "How was the orgasm?"
"It felt so strong," I admitted.
"Think how sex would be?" she asked kinkily.
"I have a hard time believing something would be stronger than that."
"I already know," she said.
"Tell me."
She leaned closer, her lips briefly touching mine. "Sex with your mom."
I guessed she had a point, but I was unsure whether Mom wanted to. Even I wasn't so sure of myself when Isabella brought that up. "Let's take my cum first," I said.
"I'm super excited for this."
I swung my feet off the bed and put on my clothes. I pointed at my spilled cum. "Do you need help cleaning this mess up?"
"A woman is supposed to clean," she said and gave me a wink. "I'll be in touch with your mom, and I'll come back with the results tomorrow."
"Alright," I said. She was still topless, and she wouldn't let me leave till I'd hugged her again. I couldn't resist and wrapped my arms around her back, letting her mash her tits against my chest. "Thank you," I told her before leaving.
"You're welcome," she said and escorted me out of the building.