The next few weeks were sort of a blur, but that's often how it feels when you're deliriously happy. Rachel was completely true to her word, and she keep every ounce of cum drained from Jason’s balls. He just couldn't get enough of her, and she couldn't seem to get enough of him.
At first, fucking while his mom was home was completely off-limits, but before long they were even sneaking into each other's rooms while his mom slept right down the hall. It was dangerous and exciting, but Rachel had to try to stay quiet, and Jason just loved the way she howled when she could give herself free reign to enjoy her orgasms.
It was all he could do not to tell his best friend, Charlie, about it, but he was worried about how he might react to the fact that Jason was fucking his aunt. And unfortunately, Charlie seemed to instinctively know that something was up with him, and refusing to admit it was slowly driving a wedge between them.
At first, Jason had been doubtful about some of Rachel's advice, but as he began to utilize some of it, he realized just how right she was. Girls seemed to respond to confidence, even when he didn't actually feel very confident. As long as he acted confident, they seemed more responsive, and before he knew it he had a date for the "Spring Fling."
Charlie was almost outraged, and demanded to know how he'd gotten a girl like Danelle to go out with him. Jason decided that at least that part of their agreement didn't need to be kept a secret, so he told Charlie how his aunt Rachel had been giving him advice. Charlie listened to every word like Jason was laying out a plan for world domination, and before the dance, he had a date as well.
Danelle was tall, blonde, and gorgeous, but she wasn't one of the more popular girls because her family was dirt poor. The had fun together at the dance, but afterward, when he drove her home, he discovered the real problem with dating girls his own age. She was more than willing, even eager to make out with him, but when his hands began to roam, she got scared. She was still a virgin, and she wasn't going any further, especially on a first date.
He ended up driving home frustrated and horny, and when he arrived he realized that getting Rachel to sooth his aching loins would have to wait. Tonight was one of her nights off, but when he pulled into the driveway, he saw that his mother was home early.
Jason got out of the car and headed inside, but then he pulled up short as he heard a squeal from the living room before he reached the front door. Curious, he peeked through the window, and saw his mother and his aunt on the couch talking and giggling like a couple of school girls. There were three wine bottles on the table in front of them, and two of them looked empty.
They both seemed to sober somewhat when he went inside.
"How was the dance honey?" His mother asked.
"Okay I guess," he grumbled as he sank into the armchair.
"Did you get lucky?" Rachel raised a brow at him.
"Rach!" His mother admonished. "I don't need to hear that!"
"There's nothing to hear," Jason replied dryly. "I kissed her, and she acted like she was afraid I might have the plague or something."
"Virgin," Rachel nodded slowly. "If you like her, you just need to be patient."
"She's okay, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say I like her," Jason told her.
"Then why did you go to the dance with her?" His mother wanted to know.
"She said yes," Jason shrugged.
Rachel burst out laughing, but his mother scowled. "So, you don't even really like her, but you still tried to..." She couldn't seem to bring herself to say it. "I thought I raised you better than that."
"What?" Jason asked defensively. "It's not like I raped her."
"Jason!" His mother gasped.
"Calm down, Nikki," Rachel chuckled. "He's seventeen. You don't really think he's still a virgin, do you?"
"Oh god," Nichole drained the rest of her glass. "I don't think I want to know."
The conversation quickly turned to other things, but Jason didn't really hear much of it as he watched his aunt and his mother. They were only a couple of years apart, and they almost could have been twins. Of course, his mother had never paid for implants, so her chest was almost non-existent compared to Rachel's, but she was still a very beautiful woman.
Jason almost shocked himself when he realized what he was thinking, and he quickly excused himself and went to bed. Fucking his aunt was wrong on so many levels. He knew that, and accepted it, but when he realized that he was thinking about his own mother that way, it twisted his stomach into knots.
What the hell was wrong with him?
"I'm worried about him," Nichole told Rachel after Jason went to bed.
"I wouldn't," Rachel shrugged. "He's a good kid. He's smart, and he's sweet. What's to worry about?"
"You never met his father," Nichole sighed. "He seemed sweet most of the time too, but then he could turn into a real bastard."
"Being an asshole isn't genetic," Rachel pointed out. "You worry too much, Sis. You need to learn to relax. Your whole life can't be just about work and taking care of your son. You need to have some fun. Go out and get laid for Christ's sake. How long has it been?"
"Too long," Nichole grimaced as she poured the last of the bottle into their glasses. "Let's see... That would have been Michael, and I think... God, has it really been six years?"
"Seven years!?" Rachel exclaimed as her jaw dropped. "Damn girl. I figured it had been a long time, but that's ridiculous! How are you still sane?"
"My dildo gets a lot of use," Nichole chuckled dryly. "Between taking care of Jason, and struggling to make ends meet, I just don't have time."
"I can't believe you just said that," Rachel shook her head. "You were worse than I was when we were teens! Sex was all you ever thought about. How in God's name have you gone seven years?"
"Things were different back then," Nichole sighed. "I never really thought about what I was doing. Now I think too much."
"Well stop it," Rachel pinched her arm.
"Ow!" Nichole protested. "What did you do that for?"
"To get your attention," Rachel pinched her thigh this time, and Nichole squealed as she squirmed away. "You need to dust the cobb-webs off your snatch and go get laid."
"Yeah," Nichole snorted. "I'll just go grab some random guy off the street and demand that he satisfy me until we're both limping."
"That's one way to go about it," Rachel drained her glass. She was feeling more than a little tipsy, or she might not have said what came out of her mouth next. "Of course, if availability is your problem, I happen to know where there's some young cock just boiling over with teenage hormones."
"Rachel!" Nichole gasped. "How could you even suggest that?"
"Are you going to seriously tell me that the thought has never crossed your mind?" Rachel shook her head. "What dad did to us was wrong. He never gave us a choice, but have you ever felt that close to anyone else? Have you ever had anyone else make you cum so hard you could barely stand it?"
"Just you," Nichole mumbled sadly.
"My point exactly," Rachel gently took Nichole's chin and made her sister look her in the eye. "We both always knew that it was wrong, but that was what made it so intense. I miss that, and I miss you. You were my sister, my lover, and my best friend. When you moved halfway across the country, I felt like I lost a limb or something."
"So did I," Nichole admitted.
"And now here we are," Rachel was almost trembling as she ran her thumb over Nichole's bottom lip. "I still want you as badly as ever, Nikki. Can you give me one good reason not to?"
"We're sisters," Nichole groaned a little as Rachel traced to lobe of her ear.
"Then tell me to stop."
Nichole gasped when Rachel leaned in to kiss her neck, but she couldn't force the word out of her mouth. It felt like something inside her was melting, and when Rachel kissed her, the last of her reservations went out the window. She wanted this just as badly as she had then, and all of her reasoning scattered as her sister's hot tongue delved into her mouth. She kissed Rachel back, hard, and then they were shedding clothes in an almost frenzied need for each other.
"We should go to my room," Nichole grasped at what little sanity she had left as Rachel worked to pull her panties off.
"Why?" Rachel growled as she raked her sister's body with her hungry gaze.
"What if Jason comes back out?" Nichole arched her back and groaned as Rachel sucked her left nipple into her mouth.
"Then I guess we'll just have to fuck him," Rachel growled as she slipped two fingers inside her sister's dripping wet pussy. "Can you imagine it? I'll bet he has a nice cock."
"You are evil," Nichole shuddered as Rachel's kisses trailed lower, and she spread her legs invitingly.
"And you love it."
Rachel's hot mouth on her clit almost sent Nichole tumbling right off the edge, and then her tongue finished the job just seconds later.
"Oh... fuuuuuck!" Nichole shivered and threw her head back as her orgasm set her nerves on fire. "Damn you're good at that."
"I've had years practice since the last time we did this," Rachel chuckled.
"Lucky me," Nichole moaned, and then her eyes went wide as Rachel redoubled her efforts. Her first orgasm sort of blended into the next one, making it even more intense. She was writhing and gasping for breath, but she her sister just kept going at her like she was trying to devour her.
Finally, Nichole had to reposition her so that she could return the favor, and they lay on their sides, going at each other in a sixty-nine. It wasn't long before Nichole came again, and Rachel still hadn't so she redoubled her efforts. She knew that she was getting there when Rachel started to grind her hips into her face, and the anticipation of her sister's impending orgasm brought her right back to the edge herself.
She felt Rachel tense before she started to shudder, and then her legs clamped down around Nichole's head, trapping her there as she shuddered and convulsed. Nichole joined her instantly as that familiar howl wound up in the back of her throat, but instead of giving it free reign, she clenched her teeth and tried to hold it back. It was the same thing she had done so many times when they had been trying to keep their father from hearing them, and the resulting sound was something like a chicken being choked to death.
Eventually, the tremors subsided, and Rachel slowly released her death grip. Nichole issued a husky chuckle as she gently kissed and nibbled at the insides of her thighs to bring her down slowly, and it was only then that she realized just how much she had missed this.
She had never considered herself a lesbian, but she could definitely appreciate an attractive woman. She had been with a couple women other than Rachel, but with her sister, it was different, and it wasn't just the thrill of it being a forbidden taboo. There was a deep connection there. They loved each other, and when they were together, it always felt like more than just sex.
It felt like making love.
"Wow," Nichole chuckled as they got a little more comfortable so that they could relax for a few minutes. "I had no idea how much I needed that."
"It was good, wasn't it?" Rachel laughed. "But now I'm yearning to be filled by a big, hard cock."
"I can get my dildo," Nichole suggested.
"I've got a better idea," Rachel grinned at her.
"No," Nichole shook her head emphatically. "I could never..."
"But you have thought about it?"
"Well, since you brought it up, I haven't been able to help it," Nichole admonished her. "I am his mother, so I do happen to know he has a nice cock."
"He knows how to use it, too," Rachel said it before she could stop herself.
"You didn't," Nichole's mouth fell open.
"I just kind of happened," Rachel told her apologetically. "And it keeps on happening. That boy is like a machine. He just can't get enough."
"I can't believe you," Nichole told her quietly. "How could you do that? He's my son! Your nephew!"
"He's cute. He has a big cock. And he treats me like I'm the sexiest woman on Earth," Rachel tried to defend herself. "How could I resist?"
"Did you try?"
"At first," Rachel admitted. "The first time I was like, black-out drunk, and I felt horrible after I realized what I had done. I didn't want you to hate me, and I tried to put a stop to it then and there."
"Why didn't you?"
"Jason wouldn't let me," Rachel laughed. "He's fucking persistent if nothing else. The little shit told me that if I didn't keep fucking him, he'd tell you what happened."
"Seriously?" Nichole couldn't believe it. "He blackmailed you to keep fucking him? My son?"
"Well, I can't say that it's been much of a hardship," Rachel giggled. "But yes. He didn't leave me much of a choice. Being here, with you, after all these years... I didn't want to risk losing you all over again."
"Then why tell me now?"
"You know why," Rachel looked her right in the eye.
"Why would he want me?" Nichole's eyes fell. "Just look at you."
"Don't even," Rachel scowled at her. "You're are beautiful, and sexy. Anyone with eyes would want you."
"Mosquito bites and all?" Nichole crossed her chest self consciously.
"You want some fake ones?" Rachel raised a brow at her. "Come work with me and you'll be able to afford it."
"I couldn't do that."
"Why not?" Rachel shook her head. "You're killing yourself working two jobs, and I still make twice what you do just for taking my clothes off in front of a bunch of horny degenerates."
"What would Jason think?"
"He'd think he has one hot mother," Rachel giggled. "And who gives a flying fuck what anyone else thinks."
"Maybe you have a point," Nichole admitted grudgingly. "So what are we going to do about Jason?"
"What do you mean?" Rachel asked cautiously.
"My son blackmailed my sister into fucking him," Nichole told her seriously. "He needs to be punished."
"Really?" Rachel grinned. "What did you have in mind?"
"Well..." Nichole grinned back. "It has been quite some time since I gave him a good spanking."
Jason lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling until he eventually drifted off. He was temped to masturbate in an attempt to relieve some of the ache in his loins, but he was hoping that Rachel would slip into his room after his mother passed out.
The next thing he knew, he came awake to a pair of shapely legs straddling his head. and a hot, moist pussy was smashed right into his face. He was a little startled at first, but then he relaxed as he heard Rachel's husky laugh.
"Eat that fucking pussy or I'll smother you with it," she growled at him.
"Mmmm," he growled as he tasted the juices that were literally dripping out of her. "What a way to go."
Rachel groaned as he tongue kissed her pussy, and she ground herself on his face eagerly. His hands went to her hips as he attacked her clit with his tongue, and she squealed in delight. He had a split-second to worry that the noise might wake his mother, then he felt hands pulling down his boxers and his eyes went wide as he felt a hot mouth clamp down on his hard cock.
It took him a moment to realize that there was no way it could be Rachel. She was sitting on his face, her hands gripping his hair, and when it finally sank in that she was facing the wrong way, he realized that there was someone else in the room.
"What?" He groaned at how good whoever was sucking his cock was. It felt like she was literally trying to suck the cum right out of his balls, and if it continued much longer, he wasn't sure how much longer he would last. "Who?"
"You sure you want to know?" Rachel teased him, but then she dismounted, turning so that she could kneel next to him and pull his head into her lap. He looked down, and gasped as he saw emerald green eyes looking up at him.
It was his mother.
His own mother was sucking his cock, and she made Rachel seem like an amateur. Even as he watched, she went back to work, taking his full length down her throat easily until her face was buried in his pubic hair. It felt so good, his eyes almost rolled back in his head, and he groaned as Rachel's hands stroked his chest, playing with his nipples.
At that moment, he wasn't even sure if he knew up from down. His mother's mouth felt better than anything he had ever imagined. This was certainly something that he had never imagined, and he closed his eyes, trying to think about anything that would take his mind off what was happening.
For starters, this was so very incredibly wrong. Fucking his aunt had been wrong. Blackmailing her was beyond dirty, and molesting her while she was drunk was probably the worst thing he had ever done. He felt kind of bad about all that, but he didn't exactly regret any of it. How could he considering how incredible the sex was? But this... This was different.
This was his mother, and when she started working the base of his shaft with her hand, he couldn't take it anymore. He growled as his cock began to jerk and he unloaded spurt after spurt of hot cum directly into her mouth. It was so intense, for several seconds he thought that he might actually pass out, and when he opened his eyes, he was frozen by the sexiest thing he had ever seen.
His mother was still crouched between his legs. Her hair was a little mussed up, partially covering her face, and there was the smallest dribble of his seed dripping from the corner of her mouth, but what really struck him was the desire blazing in those emerald green eyes. She looked so sexy, so intense it sent chills up his spine.
"Did you just cum in Mommy's mouth?" Rachel leaned forward to lick the drop of semen off her sister's face. "You're a bad boy, Jason. You'll have to be punished for that."
"Punished?" Okay, now he was a little worried, but his mother had his complete attention as she settled back and spread her legs wide.
Nichole was completely naked, and her nipples jutted out proud and hard. She was just a couple of years older than Rachel, and her breasts were tiny in comparison, but that really didn't detract from her beauty. Sure, he had always known that his mother was attractive, but then he had never thought of her like this. It had never even crossed his mind that she could look so damn sexy, but as he stared at her, he felt an almost overpowering swell of desire.
"Get to work," Rachel growled as she shoved his face into his mother's pussy.
It was hot, musky, and already dripping with moisture, and he grabbed her shapely legs as he dug in like he was starving for it. He noticed instantly that in this respect at least, his mother and Rachel were very different. Rachel's pussy was a tight, puffy slit that he had to delve into to even find her clit, but his mother's pussy had thick, pronounced lips, and her engorged clitoris was rather hard to miss. She squirmed and groaned as he sucked it into his mouth, and he was already getting hard again when Rachel cracked his ass sharply with the palm of her hand.
The sharp sting made him jump, and he started to turn to look at her, but his mother held his head in place, grinding her hips into his face as Rachel cracked him again.
Okay... So that's how this was going to be. He gripped his mother's legs and redoubled his efforts as Rachel slowly but surely turned his ass beet red. Before long, he was squirming as much as his mother was, and his cock was throbbing so hard it made his balls ache.
Finally, Rachel pulled him upright with a handful of his hair, wringing a growl of protest from him before she reached around and gripped his shaft tightly.
"You wanna fuck your Mommy?" Rachel husked in his ear. "You want to slip this big hard cock back where you came from?"
God... His mother looked so incredible, sprawled there in front of him so wantonly. She was breathing hard from his efforts, but he hadn't been able to get her off no matter how hard he tried. The simple truth was that he wanted nothing more than to be inside her, but he couldn't seem to find his voice so he just nodded.
Nichole squirmed closer to him, and he could only watch helplessly as Rachel rubbed the head of his cock around her pussy, teasing them both. He tried to push forward into her, but Rachel wouldn't allow it.
"Say it," Rachel whispered in his ear. "Tell me you want to fuck her."
"I want to fuck her," he husked as he and his mother locked gazes.
"Do you think she's beautiful?"
"Tell her you want her."
"I want you," he repeated dumbly.
"Say it like you mean it," Rachel growled at him. "Make her believe it."
On impulse, Jason leaned forward and brushed the hair out of his mother's eyes. She looked nervous, which made him even more nervous, but there was no turning back now.
"I want you, Mom," his voice trembled just a little. "I want to be inside you. I've never wanted anything more in my entire life."
"That's more like it," Rachel chuckled as she released him.
Jason fumbled to position himself, but he hesitated as he looked into her eyes again. This was the real point of no return and he knew it as well as she did. The question in his eyes must have been obvious, but his mother nodded slightly, and he slid inside her as deep as he could go in one smooth thrust.
She was only the second woman he'd ever been inside of, and it was only then that he realized that they didn't all feel the same. His mother wasn't nearly as tight as Rachel, and as he began to fuck her slowly, her pussy didn't grip at his cock the way Rachel's did. It certainly felt good, and he liked the way she started to moan and squirm, trying to pull him in deeper, but there was really no comparison.
Rachel came around and straddled his mother's face, pulling her legs wider and rubbing her swollen clit as he fucked his mother with long, slow strokes. He gripped both of his mother's small breasts tightly, pulling at her nipples as he leaned forward and buried his face between Rachel's tits. She groaned as he tugged at one of her nipple rings with his teeth, and then she turned his face up so that she could kiss him fiercely.
It was like pouring gasoline on a fire. Jason wanted to be inside Rachel so bad he could taste it, and he started to thrust into his mother harder and harder, trying to make her cum so he could justify switching.
"That's right," Rachel moaned. "Fuck that pussy. Give Mommy some good cock."
Happy to oblige, Jason grabbed her hips and really started to fuck her in earnest. His abdomen was slapping directly against her clit, and she thrust back at him eagerly. That was when he realized another gigantic difference between the two sisters. He would have been driving his aunt crazy right now. She would have been begging him to go easy on her, but the harder he fucked his mother, the harder she seemed to want it.
Before long, he was driving himself into her as hard as he could, their flesh making a rhythmic slapping sound when she finally came. She went rigid for a moment, arching her back off the bed, and then she pressed her knees together as she began to shake and writhe.
"Cum for me baby," she groaned. "Cum inside me."
Jason was barely holding on, and when he heard that plea, it was just too much. He growled as he cut loose and just started pounding her as hard as he could. His mother squealed in delight as she instantly came again, but Jason had to work for it. His balls were aching for release, and it felt like something was going to rupture by the time he felt it give. He buried himself as deep inside her as he could get, and the orgasm he had could only be described as an eruption. It was so intense he felt light headed, but then he realized that might have been because he was holding his breath.
Jason collapsed back onto the bed breathing hard. For a few moments he was disappointed that it was over so quickly, but then he heard his mother groaning, and he rolled onto his side so he could watch Rachel trying to lick his cum out of her pussy. Rachel's ass was in the air, he could see her juices glistening on the inside of her thighs, and he could barely believe it, but he was already growing hard again.
On one hand, he was all too aware that he was in over his head. On the other... There were two beautiful women fucking on his bed right in front of his eyes. He couldn't honestly say that he knew what was going to happen next, but at that particular moment he didn't really care