Ben proceeded to openly grope her ass, probably marveling at the fact that he was getting away with it. The scene was growing hotter by the second. He reached lower and boldly peeled the skirt of her dress over her butt. It was a wonderful sight. Aunt Florence’s cute shapely bottom was clad in black lacy panties. The kind which leaves a generous amount of her firm lower cheeks bared.
It was like Ben lost the last vestiges of control at that sexy sight. He fell on his knees and kissed Aunt Florence around the smooth curves of her ass. She moaned. Her legs buckled and she sank to the ground as well.
Ben turned her on her back and desperately tugged at her panties. She was trembling badly as she watched him do it, raising her legs slightly in the end to allow the last layer of her decency, however thin, get stripped away. Ben wasted no time prying himself between her legs, his big cock in hand, trying to position it against her quivering wet slit.
“Ben… Ben…” Her words were choked with excitement and dripping with desire.
“Aunty Flo!” Ben responded.
He pushed his hips deeper between her parted legs and the tip of his cock sank into her tight velvety depths. Aunt Florence whimpered. Then gasped loudly as his thick hard shaft spread her open and stretched her to new limits.
“UGHHH BENNNNN!!!”
“Shhh… Aunty, It’ll feel good. I promise.”
“Ohhhhh… Oh God Ben! So big!”
“You’re so tight. So hot! God, you’re fantastic Aunty.”
“Ben! Ughh… I… I…”
Aunt Florence threw her head back against the sand and arched her sexy back off the ground. Her mouth was open wide in a not so silent scream.
Over the distance, the two coupling Caucasians froze in mid-fuck. Then they quickly got dressed and hurried off away in the other direction. I guess they must have thought the scream was from someone who had spotted them and was appalled at what they were doing.
Down below me, Ben and Aunt Florence was locked in a deep passionate kiss. After a while, Ben started moving his hips again, fucking her slowly this time, without the previous urgency. Aunt Florence seemed to accept him better after she had cummed. Each time, he drew out his cock, which I noted was glistening with her hot juices, he sank it back deeper into her tight cunt.
I was thoroughly amazed at Aunt Florence ability to take him in. More so when he finally buried his entire impressive length into her. Aunt Florence looked delirious, being little more than a hot panting mess under Ben.
Ben’s desperation returned, and he fucked her earnestly, but kept the pace steady. Aunt Florence wrapped her sexy slim legs around his waist, the high wooden heels of her strapped-on sandals digging into his skin. She moaned deliriously with each deep thrust.
Their gasps and moans built up in urgency, matching Ben’s increased pace of thrusting. It culminated with Ben hugging her tight against him as he groaned and blasted the insides of her womb with hot teenage seed. Aunt Florence shuddered with pleasure as she took all he had to offer.
I gasped, feeling my own balls empty into my hand.
The two lay red faced, sweaty, and heaving for much needed air. When they could breathe again, Ben slowly sat up and pulled his thick slick cock out of her. A copious amount of white semen came gushing out of her reddened well-fucked hole. Jesus… my cousin cums like a horse.
As Ben helped Aunt Florence up, I made my retreat. It was considerably harder to get down from where I was, being weak in the knees from what I had witnessed. My mother and Aunt Corina was lying where I left them, relaxing with their eyes closed.
My mother heard me approach and sat up. “Find any treasure?” She asked.
“Uhhhh…” I said stupidly.
In a way, I was sure I would treasure the scene burned into my mind for the rest of my life.
“I didn’t go near the boat,” I said, lying through my teeth. “I went up to see what happened to the rest of the buildings.”
My mother didn’t look pleased. “I told you to stay with your Aunty and Ben.”
“Aiya mummy. I was just looking I swear.”
The last bit wasn’t at all a lie. All I did was look after all. One truth and one lie makes it even right? My mother looked like she was going to scold me further when her attention turned to something behind me.
I turned to see Ben and Aunt Florence walking towards us. He had one arm around her waist, and she was leaning on him as she limped awkwardly along. Her ponytail hair was disheveled and there was sand on it. I suspected the whole of her back was covered in sand.
“MY GOD FLO! What happened?” My mother asked when they got near. Aunt Corina also sat up and they went to help her.
“Um, I’m okay. Just slipped and fell,” Aunt Florence said.
“Ben! I told you not to simply run around! See what happens!” My mother scolded him.
“I’m okay, really.” Aunty Florence insisted. “Just a bit shaken. I’ll be alright.”
“I’m sorry Aunty,” Ben told her. He really sounded sincere too.
Aunt Florence gave him a weak smile.
In ten minutes, she was on her feet again, though still unstable. We decided to return to the hotel for the afternoon to avoid the heat. I was glad for that. I didn’t feel like doing anymore exploring. Especially when the images of what just happened was still fresh in my mind, and my dick was getting hard again.
I couldn’t sleep. Not one wink. There was a flux of emotions battling it out inside my chest. It was hard to sort them out. Guilt was there along with its close friend Fear. There was Anger too, picking a side with Jealousy. Finally there was Arousal who was watching the rest tangle with each other in amusement from a distant while growing steadily stronger by the minute.
It was dark in the room like before. Only the gloomy balcony light spared us from a complete blackout. Though not sleeping, it was certainly imperative I acted that I was. The rest had let me have the bed again. To my right, my mother and Aunt Corina lay side by side on the floor as before, and after that came Aunt Florence and finally Ben at the end.
My mother and Aunt Corina appeared to be sleeping. Aunt Florence probably was like me, pretending to be asleep. But she wasn’t. I could hear her deep breathing even from here. It was obvious she was trying to ignore Ben’s mischievous fingers running up and down the inside of her thigh.
Ben on the other hand wasn’t interested in pretending. He was lying on his side, facing Aunt Florence, caressing her. When she did not offer any response, he went for the knot on her robe. I did hear Aunt Florence suck in air sharply when Ben threw open her robe, uncovering her exciting nude form underneath. Her perky breasts jutted upwards as it rose and fell with her breathing.
Ben moved closer to her side. He tried to kiss her but Aunt Florence turned her head to face the other way. Undeterred, he kissed her on her neck, slowly trailing more kisses down to her breasts, circling her nipples, not touching them. Aunt Florence’s breaths grew heavier. Her nipples quickly became erect, as if begging to be kissed as well. Ben circled his fingers around them causing her to writhe a little. When he finally placed his mouth over one, his hands teased her other nipple directly too.
Aunt Florence arched her back. Her mouth gaped open in a silent but breathy moan. Ben suckled on her tit for a while. When he finally released them and moved up once more for a kiss, she did not turn away. After a while, Aunt Florence was kissing him back hungrily.
Sensing her surrender, Ben moved lower, planting his hot kisses down her neck again, past her breasts, down her belly, and between her legs. She couldn’t keep quiet this time. When Ben’s hot naughty tongue slipped through her folds, Aunt Florence let out a moan which betrayed her delight. She then grabbed a pillow and covered her face with it.
Ben’s head rose after a while and I saw his fingers move in between her legs. He alternated between using his tongue and fingering her. Eventually, he seemed to be doing both at the same time. Aunt Florence hands seemed undecided. At times, she was trying to push away his head. Other times, she was caressing it.
Ben slurped shamelessly at her pussy. It gave me the impression that she was flooding him with her juices down there. Finally, Aunt Florence’s hands seemed to have given up on his head. It shot up to the pillow on her head and pulled down on it against her face as if she was trying to suffocate herself. Her legs began to flail wildly. I could hear her muffled scream escaping the pillow.
Her legs settled down and became limp. There was some soft slurping and smacking noises as Ben dutifully cleaned up the mess he had created between her legs. As I was watching him, I noticed a tiny movement by his side.
It was Aunt Corina. My heart exploded into panicked thumps. She was still lying on her back as I had last seen her but her head was turned towards Ben watching him lapping happily at Aunt Florence’s cunt. The movement which had made me caught on to her was her hand under her blanket about Ben’s level. She was clearly touching herself.
Ben got to his knees above Aunt Florence and positioned his cock between her legs. He pushed his hips forward. Aunt Florence’s legs were frozen in mid air as he penetrated her with his big dick for the second time that day.
“Ungghhh… Ahh… Ahh… Ahhh…” She moaned none too discreetly from under the pillow.
Ben fucked her at a steady pace, looking like he was savoring it. He kept it up for about ten minutes before increasing his tempo. Aunt Florence’s moans grew louder. Ben picked up her legs and hugged them to his chest. From that position I could clearly see his thick cock appearing and disappearing into her slender frame. It was like watching a magic show where the magician keeps stuffing a small box with clearly more than it could handle.
After what seems to be a long time of deep intense fucking, Ben slid his thick cock all the way into her and grunted. Aunt Florence gave a throaty moan and her entire body jerked with pleasure on the ground. I knew that Ben was cumming inside her again.
Ben pulled out and collapsed on top of her, joining her heavy panting. He lay on her chest with his head turned left towards Aunt Corina. Time seemed to stand still when I realized that Ben and Aunty Corina was looking straight into each other’s eyes.
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There was an uncomfortable silence between them. Then Aunt Corina looked back up at the ceiling and closed her eyes. Ben got off Aunt Florence who seemed to be pretty lost in her post-orgasmic high. He sat between the two women, but was turned towards Aunt Corina.
He had a face of a little boy who was caught lifting change from his mommy’s handbag for a visit to the cybercafe. I imagine he must be at odds end trying to figure out how to worm out of his predicament. Fuck, I don’t even want to think about what Uncle Peter will do to him if word of this went out. Ben is so fucked.
“Aunty Corr…” I heard Ben whisper.
She did not move or acknowledge him.
“Aunty Corr, hey…”
Ben placed his hand on her shoulder, making her flinch a little. He shook her gently to induce a response. “Aunt Corr,” he said, “You awake right? Uh… can we talk?”
“Go to sleep Ben,” She finally replied in the low husky voice of hers.
“What you saw just now…”
“We’ll talk in the morning.”
Ben blurted the question that had hung over him like an executioner’s axe. “Are you going to tell Uncle Peter?”
She was quiet for a while. “I don’t know,” she finally said.
“Corr…” Aunt Florence spoke from behind Ben. “You can’t. Please!” She was whispering but I could detect the quiver of fear in her voice.
“How… could you?” Aunt Corina asked her back. “How could you do something like this?”
“It’s my fault Aunty Corr. I couldn’t control myself,” said Ben.
“She’s your Aunty!”
“I know,” Ben replied.
I saw his eyes leer down the length of her body, lingering at her luscious curves. It stopped at her knees where the bathrobe ended and her sexy white calves began.
“How long have you… have this been going on?” She asked.
“Ummm… not long. Just started.”
Ben’s hand slid from her shoulder down to her arm. It was too deliberate to be an innocent move. Aunt Corina tensed and grew deathly still. Ben, who was either growing bolder, or possibly, stupider, slid his hand lower off her arm and up against the swell of her robed butt. He stopped there, leaving his hand below her curvy hips.
Right, I thought. Forget bold and stupid. This guy was nuts. All that sexual energy must have gone into his head and popped an artery.
Ben was smiling, looking very excited indeed. His hand moved lower down her body, feeling the full alluring shape of her thigh. His hand reached the end of the robe below her knees where it found warm smooth skin again. Then he stopped and slid his hand back up once more, pushing the robe over her thigh.
“Piak!”
The sharp slap echoed throughout the room and scared the living bejeezus out of me. Aunt Corina had hit him across his hand and by the look of pain on Ben’s face, the blow was as heavy as it sounded.
Aunt Corina quickly pulled the covers up over her body and glanced sharply at Ben who looked hurt. “Go to sleep you terrible boy!”
When the shock had settled, Ben returned to his spot across Aunt Florence like a chastised dog with his tail between his legs. No other words were exchanged throughout the night, but the silence wasn’t helping me sleep. All I could think of was the shit-storm which Ben had kicked up in our family.
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I awoke in the morning to some movement on my bed. It was my mother. She looked freshly showered and dressed.
“Ops, did I wake you my dear?” She asked.
“It’s okay,” I told her.
The room was almost vacant. Ben was sitting on the chair looking like something else was not sitting well within him. Aunt Corina and Aunt Florence was gone.
“Your Aunties went down first to check when the boats are coming,” my mother spoke up again, answering my unasked question.
I nodded at her and she turned her attention to Ben. “Are you okay Ben? You don’t look well.”
“I’m okay,” he replied with a weak smile, but was fooling no one.
“What’s wrong?” She asked, probing further. She was starting to sound worried.
If I were to guess, my rascally cousin was probably not too fond of the prospect of seeing Uncle Peter again. The events last night was quickly replayed inside my head. It all comes down to Aunt Corina. The ball is in her court.
“I’m… fine. Really,” He answered. “We should get going before it gets crowded.”
My mother agreed and we set off downstairs. The people were already flooding the lobby in droves, eager to see the last of this island paradise. Sometimes it takes too much of a good thing for one to start appreciating the bad.
My Aunts were at the lobby entrance. Aunt Corina a cold stern look in her eyes while Aunt Florence seemed resigned, like a sheep smart enough to know that it was heading to the slaughter.
My mother greeted them but the following conversation was short and aloof. She was puzzled at my Aunts’ mood. Ben looked so pale that he was almost turning green. This was a sheep who looked smart enough to know he was going to be neutered… probably in the most painful way possible.
The announcement came that the boat was at the docks. To my utter relief, it wasn’t one of those shaky old dingeys which we arrived in. It was a ferry and a pretty large one too. Aunt Corina stuck close to Aunt Florence the whole time while trying to keep a distance away from Ben like he was a bad influence.
We shuffled awkwardly with the crowd into the ferry. My mother and my aunts got seats together in a row. She whispered to me to sit with Ben somewhere else because they had to talk.
So I and Ben got seats a few rows further down opposite them. The seats on our half of the ferry was arranged to face their half so we had a good view of the ladies chatting in low voices among each other. Ben seemed torn. At times he couldn’t bear to look at them, but his eyes would keep getting dragged back to the trio of lovely judges discussing his verdict.
As the ferry was bobbing along in mid sea, I saw my mother glance our way a few times with her eyes wide and her hand clasped over her mouth. Ben looked ashamed and so did Aunt Florence.
“So… how do you like this holiday so far?” I asked Ben beside me. I know I’m probably being a dick, but I can’t help it.
“Ahah,” He chuckled nervously. “Okay lah.”
“I dunno. I got a bad feeling like things won’t end well.”
He stared at me, “W-w-what do you mean?”
“Dunno lah. something doesn’t feel right.”
Ben looked utterly miserable now. I closed my eyes to catch a few more minutes of sleep, feeling satisfied to have had my revenge on him for messing with my mother on the boat ride days earlier.
My father and uncles met us at the docks. They must have been going crazy with worry. After lots of hugs and kisses, we went back to the chalet to rest. Incredibly, My father and Uncles were the ones to fall asleep. I guess the stress during the past few days must have been overwhelming. I didn’t feel sleepy as I slept on the ferry and I suspected the others were the same as well.
Still, I decided to go lie down on the bed. What caused me to sit up much later was not a noise, but rather, the lack of it. Other than the sound of the crashing waves outside, the chalet was completely silent.
I went out of the bedroom to see what the others were up to. My father and Uncles were napping but my mother, aunts, and Ben weren’t anywhere in the chalet.
I found them at the cafe outside, having tea together at a table. They seem to be having a serious talk with Ben. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised. It would be rather uncouth for me to approach them now, so I decided to let them chastise Ben on their own.
I went back to the chalet to relax.
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“Daniel!”
I opened my eyes. The room’s lights had been switched on and it was killing my eyes. “What?” I asked groggily.
“Where is your mother and aunties?”
It was my father’s voice. He was standing at the door.
“I dunno,” I replied. “What time is it?”
“It’s seven. Time for dinner. Ben also gone.”
“Call them lah.”
“I tried. They all left their phones here. They’ve been gone the whole day.”
The whole day? Wtf? I don’t even remember when I fell asleep. As I sat up my father suddenly sat down on the bed beside me.
“Daniel,” he said in a serious tone.
“Y-y-yes?”
“Did anything happen when you all were stranded on the island?”
Shit. So it has come down to this. I should have known my father would be sharp enough to sense something was amiss.
“Uh… like what?” I asked him back.
“Anything at all. Your mother and Aunties haven’t been acting normally.”
“I uh, dunno.”
“Did they… Did they meet anyone on the island?”
“Huh?”
“Did your mother or aunts get close to any other men when they were there?”
Phew. So close, yet not close enough. “No lah, we kept pretty much to ourselves the whole time,” I answered.
“You sure?”
“Yup. It was just me, Mummy, Ben and Aunty Corina and Florence.”
“Okay, good. I was just worried.”
God, it feels sooo good to not have to lie.
There were voices at the front door. I immediately recognized it as my mother and aunts. My father rose immediately to go meet them. I tagged along closely behind him.
“My God, May!” my father gasped.
My mother smiled at him. She looked like a wreck. Her dress was damp with traces of sand, her hair was disheveled and her face was flushed red. In fact, all of their faces were deeply colored, including Ben’s. The stench of alcohol hung about them like a toxic cloud.
My uncles and father rushed to guide them into the living room. It didn’t look like their own legs were up to the task. I did my part and hoisted Ben up on my shoulder. Then I stood there and watch my uncles and father try to talk to their wives, who kept giggling in response.
“May… how much did you drink? I thought you don’t even touch…”
My father’s words were cut off when my mother suddenly kissed him on the lips. I saw his face contort at her breath.
“Walau. They really too far gone liao,” My uncle Peter said.
“Weird. Corina doesn’t drink. She would always complain when I do,” said Uncle Gary. He was clearly very amused seeing his wife this way.
“May doesn’t drink either. What the hell is going on?” My father asked.
Uncle Gary was already helping Aunt Corina towards their room. “Give them a break Steve. They were stranded on the island for days. Must have been traumatizing.”
“Unbelievable,” my father replied as he guided my mother towards their own bedroom. “Ben too?”
“I guess so,” Uncle Peter replied. “Thank God they weren’t arrested.”
When all the drunkards were finally laid out on their respective beds, Uncle Gary summoned the other men to the kitchen. I lingered close of course.
“Eh, this gives me an idea,” Uncle Gary said. “Let’s go buy some booze.”
My father balked at the idea. “What? Why?”
“Eh, we’re at Langkawi lah. Liquor here is duty free. Now that our wives have gone ahead and done it, they can’t complain if we did the same right?”
Uncle Peter laughed. “Sounds good. Come on Steve. I swear, you’re so rigid sometimes. How did you ever score a wife like May?”
Peer pressure prevailed and my father went out the door with his brothers. I tried to put on a hopeful face, but my father shot it down with a stern look of his own. Spoilsports. I don’t see why I shouldn’t have my first drink when Ben has clearly done so.
Having slept the whole afternoon off, I was wide awake with nothing to do. The TV channels they have sucks ass. I went back to my room to find it smelling like alcohol too now that Ben was in his bed. Great, I thought. Just Great.
Seeing Ben sleeping with a smile on his face brought the nagging question at the back of my head to focus. Where the hell did they go the entire afternoon and what did they do?
Put a teenage boy who read one too many hardy boys novels in a chalet with absolutely nothing to do and a mystery hanging tantalizingly before him, and he is bound to put on his detective hat.
“Well, Watson,” I said to my imaginary detective sidekick. “I deduce that they must have been drinking.”
Well duh, Watson said. “Even I could have deduced the same thing.”
“Ah, but the question is where did they do it? The crime scene Watson. It is imperative we find the…”
“They most probably did what your father and uncles are doing right now.”
“That may be so, but…”
“Are you going to stand there arguing with a figment of your imagination or are you going to look for some clues?”
Fucking Watson. He was way more docile in the Sherlock Holmes stories.
I studied Ben from head to toe. Looks like Ben to me.
“You didn’t even search him properly,” Watson nagged.
Scowling, I poked Ben on his chest. He stirred on the bed, giving me a jolt of fright.
“Mmmmm… fuck yeah, Aunty May,” Ben mumbled.
I didn’t know how long I stood there with my mouth hanging open.
“Good job Sherlock. That’s definitely a clue of what went down,” said Watson.
“Shut up Watson!” I hissed into thin air.
I wondered whether I should poke Ben some more. Part of me was afraid he would wake up.
“You know that the other suspects are just lying there on their beds for you to examine for clues right?” Watson asked.
That’s it. I mentally killed Watson, making damn sure he screamed for mercy. But what he said also made a lot of sense. And for some reason, the idea of checking out my Aunts while they were passed out was getting me aroused and hard.
Christ, if my heart could beat any harder, I’d have a hole in my chest. The doorknob was hurting my hand as I slowly twisted it around. Then I realized that was because I was holding it in a death grip. Thank God the door parted without a sound. Any sudden noise at this point would have made me shit myself.
It would seem that Uncle Gary did not bother to switch off the lights when he left. Aunt Corina was lying on the bed, still fully dressed. She was wearing tan Khaki shorts and a green empire-waist top which was moderately low cut. Unlike my mother, her clothes weren’t wet or soiled with sand.
What now?
I stood there at the door like a dazed idiot for a minute, waiting for the answer to come to my head. God, I miss Watson.
I’m just checking… just checking… I kept telling myself.
Preferring to side with caution, I closed the door behind me and locked it. A moment later I was hovering over Aunt Corina, studying her face. She was definitely a one of a kind beauty. If I didn’t know her better, I might mistake her for an eurasian. My gaze traveled down from her lovely flawless face to her voluptuous chest which was rising and falling with each breath. Ever seen a snake dancing to charm its prey? I was charmed alright, and so was my snake.
Due to their size, her round breasts produced great soft-looking cleavage, even if her top was moderately low cut. It looked like the fabric would rip at any second and her pale round breasts would spring free.
Or maybe not. Maybe they need a little help in their struggle. Maybe I should play a role in their fight for liberation. Clothes can be such oppressive overlords sometimes. I could be the hero here.
Fuck! What the hell am I thinking? Look away Daniel… Look away. You’re suppose to be snooping for clues? Clues to what? I don’t even remember anymore.
My eyes tore away from Aunt Corina’s gorgeous chest only to be snared by her lovely thighs instead. They were curvy and shapely. This was so unlike the skinny chicken legs of so many girls my age in school. Her brownish shorts covered the upper half of her thighs and the color contrasted sharply with the milky whiteness of her skin.
A momentary dizziness reminded me to breathe. I ended panting openly as I gazed down at my Aunt’s body with lust. I am such a dog.
Before I knew it, I was feeling the smooth warm skin of her thigh on my palm. My hand trembled with raw excitement as it slowly slid up and down her leg. My other hand grew jealous without getting any action, so I ended up kneeling on the bed fondling both of her legs.
This didn’t last very long. I was soon hungry for more. I had to stop to consider how to undress her as the attire she had on right now wasn’t exactly easy to remove. It was then I noticed that her chest was rising and falling faster than normal. This lead me to look at her face. Aunt Corina’s eyes were still closed but her mouth now hung slightly open and she was breathing through it.
This wrecked me with a certain degree of panic. Was she getting aroused? How is that possible? She’s supposed to be asleep. Unless…
Oh no.
Was she awake?
I am so fucked.
But if she was awake, why didn’t she try to stop me?
Maybe she is asleep and her reaction is just a purely physical response.
A furious debate waged on in my head on what to make of this. But like any horny teenager, the winner is obvious. It’s like if God put two boys together and told them to debate the fate of the universe, they’d go at it with all the seriousness they can muster until a hottie in a bikini walks past them. Then one of them would be like “Heh… Boobs.” And the other guy would be like, “Nice ass.”
That was what happened to me. All the panic and worries took the back seat in my mind when I felt how soft and supple Aunt Corina’s breasts were. I squeezed them softly over her clothes, while keeping a nervous eye on her face to detect any signs of awakening.
So far so good.
My mind raced to work in overdrive. Lifting her top up would present a problem, but what if…
Action speaks louder than words.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and slipped the cloth off her shoulders. Nice. It worked. In no time I had worked her top down her arms and chest so that her bra was exposed. No wonder she had such gorgeous cleavage. It was a pushup bra. Same deal as before. I slipped the straps down her alluring white shoulders and worked the bra down her chest to her belly, pausing only to take several deep breaths and strain my eyes when those gorgeous breasts popped out free, brandishing their delightfully pink nipples.
Oh my God… Please let heaven be full of these, I prayed.
Then it occurred to me that I had probably lost my ticket to the pearly gates during the past minute. Just as I was about to pray to the devil instead, I got distracted. I mean, my God! These are beautiful breasts! And it just saved me from committing full-on devil-worship.
Somehow a primal instinct overtook me, one that every man has lurking somewhere in their hearts, remnant of the days past when their mother used to nurse them. I closed my mouth over one of her nipples and sucked softly. My heart raced like crazy. I actually had an urge to suck as hard as I can and bite down on her soft breast a little, but I disregarded it in my effort to maintain caution.
I don’t know how long I tenderly mauled my aunt’s sweet breasts one after another, but I finally had to sit up again to catch my breath. Her soft pink tipped breasts were glistening with my saliva. Did I mention I was such a dog?
I realized that Aunt Corina was practically heaving for air herself. Her large breasts seemed almost magical and alive as they rose and sank in rapid succession. I glanced at her face with worry, but her eyes were still closed.
I’m safe… Right?
A sudden sound made me jump. I was on the bed so it made Aunt Corina’s breasts bounce. God they were gorgeous.
There was the sound again. It took me a moment to deduce what it was. It was the doorknob being turned and rattled. Someone was trying to open the door!
Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!
What if my uncles were back? What if it was Uncle Gary outside the door? Shit, I was so busted. I remembered that I had locked the door, but a fat load of good that would do. At best it would buy me five minutes before he starts yelling for Aunt Corina to open the door. My only option was to jump out the window into the shallow sea beneath the chalet. What am I crazy? Who do I think I am? James Bond?
The rattling stopped. I sat there beside Aunt Corina with my heart pounding and adrenaline racing through my veins. My gaze kept alternating between the door and the window. I can’t make up my mind which to head for.
The silence persisted. I couldn’t hear any voices on the other side. Maybe it was my Aunt Florence or Mother who was trying to check on Aunt Corina. Maybe they were sleep walking, fuck, I don’t know.
Door or window, door or window, door or window, door or window or tits. My eyes were already on tits and it wasn’t too eager to look back at door or window. Just a little more. It should be okay. Just a little bit more.
It was the words of a potential drug addict who had just had his first little taste of cocaine.
I wanted more. My gaze wandered down her body and stopped at her khaki shorts. Good thing she wasn’t wearing a belt. Well with hips and an ass like that, she didn’t need one. It just made it less complicated for me.
It took some effort to unbuckle her shorts and pull it down her legs. Those lusciously curved hips didn’t make it easier. Neither did the awe inspiring sight of her milky white thighs. Her cotton panties came down next. I salivated immediately at the sight of her reddish-pink pussy and neatly trimmed patch of soft hair above her deep pink slit. Dog. I’m fucking dog, god help me, panting and drooling at my aunt’s pussy.
Get it? Dog and pussy cat.
Forget it. I make lame jokes when I’m nervous.
Aunt Corina lay before me, nude except for her bra and blouse which were wrapped around her belly and arms. It almost seems like she was tied up and I was preparing to rape her. Oh Daniel, stop acting innocent, I thought. What is this if not rape? You downloaded the entire 30GB of Justin Lee scandal videos and saw what he did. You’re going to jail for this. The only difference is you’re going to a shitty jail because your father ain’t a billionaire.
Unless… my inner conscience added, you walk out that door or jump out that window right this instant, young man!
My trembling fingers dipped between her soft thighs and traced along her pink slit. It felt so hot. One more time, I stroked my fingers feeling them slide slightly into her moist and silky depths.
This is definitely worth half my life in jail, I think. What do I know? I am a hormone infused, pornography addicted, sexually frustrated teenager with a beautiful unconscious woman just lying in front of me. No matter how I look at it, I’m the victim here.
Her legs parted limply as I pushed them. I kissed her soft inner thigh trailing kisses and licks from her knee up towards the holy grail, taking in the exciting musky scent of her sex with the lingering fragrance of her shampoo. all I could hear now is the pounding of my heart in my ears.
She tasted slightly salty, a little metallic, like a very mild version of a hydrating salt drink. I loved it. My thumbs gently parted her slit, baring her pink fleshy insides. I wasn’t thinking anymore. My mind was reduced to a fuzzy haze, recognizing only lust.
I licked deeply. stretching my tongue out my mouth as far as it would go and plunging it into her cunt. Her juices came pouring, and I lapped everything up indiscriminately in a half- crazed manner.
Aunt Corina moaned. I heard it but I couldn’t stop. I was in a trance. I felt her fingers combing through my hair and her thighs spread wider. Lick, lick, lick, lick, lick. God my tongue was already sore, but still I can’t stop. The brakes are out the window.
Aunt Corina fingers dug into my scalp and she let out a long throaty moan. In the next instant, I felt her hot juices gush against my tongue and cheeks. I lapped it all up like the eager young puppy that I was.
After awhile, her hands began pushing my head away. I remembered reading something about women being extra sensitive after an orgasm, so I backed off. I sat kneeling between my Aunt’s spread thighs watching stupidly as she panted her pretty head off. She was looking at me through half-opened eyes.
Well, this is it Daniel, I said to myself in my head. It shouldn’t be so bad. I hear they can’t send you to jail until you’re an adult. You’ll go to a youth rehabilitation facility. Make sure you stick to the right friends, do as you’re told, and for god sakes, don’t pick up any soap. If, you’re lucky, you’d probably get shanked less than three times a year and raped in your sleep only once a month. When you finally get released, your family is probably going to hate you. That’s okay. You know a great spot overlooking the highway where you can throw yourself down into traffic. It’ll be fun. Imagine the looks on the frivers when their windshield suddenly get splashed red. Priceless.
“Mmmm… dear, that was great…” Aunt Corina said to me.
Heh, heh, thanks, I thought. I knew getting immersed in porn wasn’t entirely a big waste. At least I…
Wait, What? Did she just call me ‘dear?’
Aunt Corina raised her hands at me a little. “Kiss me… Gary” she whispered huskily.
Okay, I gotta stay calm. What would Uncle Gary do at a time like this? I glanced down at the prominent bulge in my shorts. Well duh…
Slowly, I lowered myself onto her and planted my lips on hers. She gave my tongue a small lick. Sweeeet. I was having my first kiss!
Kissing turned out to be better than I expected. I used to think it was just an obligatory gesture for partners to show their affection. Now that I had a taste, I finally knew why people like it so much. My God, it made my heart race and every time our tongues met my heart would skip a beat. It was such a unique thrill. No wonder people could get lost in kisses.
Before I realized it I was grinding my hips against hers, and to my utter delight, she seemed to grind back. I wasted no time kicking off my shorts and boxers.
“Dear…” I said in the best Uncle Gary impersonation I could muster. “Is it safe?”
“S-should be…”
Yes! I awkwardly positioned my stiff dick against her cunt, slipping a few times, because I was shaking so much in excitement. To my surprise, Aunt Corina raised her thighs a little to accommodate me and her soft warm hands moved to hold my waist.
With one impatient thrust, I bade farewell to my virginity.
“Ohhhh Shiiiitttt!” I gasped.
Aunt Corina whimpered. “Unghhh… Uhhh… Slowly dear…”
I couldn’t even manage a slow fuck. I had to pause to prevent myself from cumming right away. Oh God, she felt so hot and snug around me. This must be what heaven feels like. If it isn’t, it definitely should.
Aunt Corina’s impatient hips began pushing upwards against me. Oh shit woman! Gimme a break here!
Eventually, I manage to bring myself somewhat under control, and I got used to the delicious hot and wet feeling clamping around my dick. I was able to move a little, fucking my Aunt in slow gentle strokes.
“Ngh… Ng…. Ngh… Nghh… Ah dear…”
I managed to pick up the pace, but only lasted a minute before my mind raced towards the inevitable edge.
“Oh yes! Oh yes! Yes! Yes!” I heard myself gasp as I came in her.
Phew. My mind was awash with bliss. I lay on top of Aunt Corina in a delirious and drowsy state. It was incredible how such simple maneuvers could exert my whole body. I fought of the urge to drift into sleep by reminding myself how it would look if Uncle Gary found me with my pants down on top of his wife.
It took some doing to redress Aunt Corina. The end result was sloppy but acceptable. Oh well. Uncle Gary would probably be drunker than a cow in a wagyu slaughterhouse when he returned. He wouldn’t be in shape to notice anything amiss. Or at least i hope he wouldn’t
Feeling incredibly tired all of a sudden, I snuck back out the room. All seemed quiet in the chalet. I imagined my father and uncle would be at the pool now, pouring the duty free liquor down their throats. It made me think of Uncle Gary. He was a jolly fella, often not serious enough for his own good, but a good enough chap. Shit, I was feeling guilty now.
“Sorry uncle,” I whispered meekly at the empty hall before returning to my room and collapsing onto my bed.
Even if I was tired, my mind refused to drift of to sleep. Something was wrong. I opened my eyes and sat up again. Since I was feeling a little groggy, it took me a full five minutes to spot what was amiss.
Ben was not in his bed.
I remembered then that someone tried to open the door of Aunt Corina’s room when I was in there just now. Was it Ben? Shiiit, did he figure out what I was up to? If it was Ben then where the hell is he now?
Panic gripped me as suspicion unfolds. I hopped of the bed and rushed to my Parent’s bedroom. I then opened the door a sliver and peeked in. No one there except my mother. It would seem my father had changed her out of her wet dress and put her in a giant T-shirt. She lay sleeping peacefully on the bed. I closed the door.
Not in there, not out here, that leaves…
Within a few seconds, I was standing before the door to Aunt Florence’s and Uncle Peter’s room. I didn’t even need to open it to find out if Ben was in there. Aunt Florence’s moans could be heard coming from the space underneath the door.
I opened it regardless, just enough for a peek.
Ben was there alright, on top of the bed between Aunt Florence’s slim legs which he had parted and was holding up in the air. There was a pillow placed under her firm bubble ass which raised her defenseless pussy to Ben’s relentless thrusts. It was mesmerizing to say the least. Her small pussy was red and engorged and snugly stretched around his thick girth, while his beefy cock was appearing and disappearing into that tight wet hole like an impossible magician’s trick. Her shapely butt and his hips, drenched by sweat and her juices, slapped together erotically with his hips and thighs with each thrust.
“Piak, piak, piak, piak.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight Aunty Flo,” Ben whispered hoarsely. “I’ve fucked schoolgirls looser than you.”
“Ugh! Ughh! Ahhh Ughhh! Ohhh Ben!”
“You like my cock Aunty Flo? You like it?”
“Ughhhh… Aghhh… Yessss… I’m cumming… Aghhh again…”
“Cum Aunty Flo, cum on my cock.”
I was stunned by Ben’s language and Aunt Florence’s reactions. To be fair, they were both really drunk. Ben for example, was obviously acting out a role from one of his porn movies.
“Beeeennnn!” Aunt Florence shrieked before cumming spectacularly below him.
Ben bent down and went straight for her mouth, kissing her while pinning her into the bed as she trembled and came. When she went limp, Ben broke the kiss and moved lower, pushing up her T-shirt and suckling on the red pointed nipples of her cute perky breasts. Aunt Florence moaned and caressed his hair while he sucked on noisily. Her back arched with pleasure.
He took his time, building up the heat again. Then he moved up and kissed her on the lips once more while getting on his knees and positioning his cock against her red hot pussy. Aunt Florence moaned and spread her legs wider, lifting her feet into the air. She moaned even louder when Ben sank his meat into her once again. Ben started with long deep thrusts and then resumed pounding her energetically like when I first found them.
“Haaaah! Ahhhh! Haaah! Haaah!”
Before I knew it, my dick was in my hands again, stroking it to the furious rhythm of my aunt and cousin’s animalistic coupling. They fucked for some time before Ben got up, flipped her over on all fours, and entered her again from behind. Aunt Florence seemed disoriented for a while. It was obvious this was the first time she was doing it doggy style. She looked tense and rigid. But after a while, she got lost in the pleasure again and fell into sync with Ben naturally enough while moaning enthusiastically.
“Ugh! Oh God! Ugh! Agh! Oh!”
Ben’s strokes increased in urgency. He placed his hands on her hips and pulled her against him every time he thrust forward. It looked a bit rough, but Aunt Florence seemed to be lost in a trance, panting and moaning with a gaping mouth, and in no position to complain.
A short time later, Ben pulled her towards him and held her butt tightly against his groin, burying his entire length inside her velvety twat. He gave a long gutteral moan of satisfaction while Aunt Flo gave a series of high pitched squeals. It was almost like she enjoyed every blast of cum against her cervix.
They collapsed into a sweaty wheezing heap on the bed.
I looked down and realised that I had already came against the door. Shit. Left some DNA evidence.
I heard nothing but heavy breathing for a while. Then Ben moved again, gently spooning Aunt Florence from behind. His hand reached over and lifted one of her leg then dipped his fingers between her thighs.
“Ah! Gently Ben… Pain…” Aunt Florence said.
He brought is fingers up again, It was smeared with his sticky cum. I saw him smile with satisfaction before wiping his fingers on the sheets.
“You have such a naughty pussy, Aunty Flo. Cum how many times liao? I stopped counting after your fifth one.” He asked.
“Ben… I thought we agreed that we shouldn’t do this anymore,” Aunt Florence said softly.
“Last time.” He replied.
“Really?”
“Maybe.”
“Ish you ah. I’m serious. I’m your Aunty.”
“You’re also a beautiful woman.”
“Enough of that. I’m about twice your age.”
“So what?”
“I’m also married.”
“Does Uncle Peter fuck you as well as me?”
Aunt Florence frowned “Don’t say that.”
“What?”
“The bad word.”
“Oh. Does Uncle Peter make love to you better than me?”
“Yes.”
“Whaaaa?” Ben exclaimed with surprise. He looked a bit irritated too.
“We’re not making love,” Aunt Florence explained.
“Yala. We’re fucking.”
“Ben…” She said in a warning tone.
“Okay, okay. Do I make you cum more or Uncle Peter?”
“None of your business. More importantly, I want you to promise that this ends now. You promised your Aunty May and Aunty Corina remember?”
“Aiyo. After that Aunty May gave me a blowjob summore.”
Boooooom. That was the sound of my mind being blown. What did he say?
“I still can’t believe she did that,” Aunt Florence said. “I never seen her so… so…”
“So naughty,” Ben finished.
“Ya… But she was drunk. We all were. May never drink before you know. You la! it was your idea. You must have planned it, you naughty boy.”
“I can neither deny or confirm that statement.”
“Where you learn how to talk like that ah?”
“Politicians”
They laughed. And then grew comfortably quiet.
Aunt Florence broke the silence after some time. “Ben, last time okay?”
“Well, since you ask so nicely, okay la. I’ll let you know when.”
“Ben!”
“Okay byeee! Sleep tight!”
Ben jumped off the bed. Shit! it was so sudden. I raced back to my room and leapt onto my bed. Shit, forgot to close the door, and my semen is on the door’s surface. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.
I lay in darkness pretending to be asleep in an awkward position. Ben appeared at our room’s doorway and I froze with fright. He however, didn’t even pause to look at me. He headed straight to the bathroom. I soon heard the sound of the showers running. Breathing with relief, I re-positioned myself properly under the covers and closed my eyes.
No good. I was wide awake now. The fatigue from sex had lifted and now that I think about it, I did sleep the whole afternoon away.
Ben came out of the showers with nothing but a towel around his waist. He didn’t even bother to get dressed. He laid back on his bed, eyes on the ceiling. Within minutes, I saw him fondle his own cock into a full erection again and then jacked it. What the hell? Is his cock on steroids? Great. I can’t sleep, I can’t move, and there is nothing to do but watch my cousin masturbate. I closed my eyes again, preferring total blackness than doing the gay thing.
After a few minutes, I heard Ben shifting on his bed and then his light footsteps heading out the door. What the hell is he up to now? I wondered. I waited for a while before slipping after him. There I was again at the crossroad. Where was the prize I wonder, behind door A, B, or C?
That was when I noticed the door to my parent’s room was ajar.
It was bright in my parent’s room. Ben must have switched on the lights. He was sitting on the bed beside my sleeping mother, studying her beautiful face. I noticed he was wearing a fresh pair of T-shirts and shorts. He must have dressed pretty quickly in our room just now while I had my eyes closed.
Ben went to lie down on the vacant side of the bed. He lay on his side, facing my mother, still watching her. My mother stirred, probably sensing his movement on the bouncy bed.
“Ben? Is that you?” She asked, blinking her eyes to adjust to the lighting.
“Yes…”
“Can’t sleep?”
“Ya. Can I lie here with you for a while?”
My mother smiled at him. “Of course. Come here.”
She let Ben move closer and turned him around before hugging him from behind, spooning him. “Better?” She asked.
“Mmmmm… A lot better.”
She kissed him lovingly on his hair. It was odd, but I felt no bad vibes coming from this. They looked just like mother and son, innocently embracing each other in their sleep. It reminds me of a time when I was younger and I would likewise flock to my mother’s arms and sleep in her bed whenever I had nightmares.
They lay there, snuggling for more than 10 minutes. I wondered if they were asleep. Truth be told, I was a little relieved that there would be no hanky-panky between them. I gave it another 5 minutes.
Just as I was about to shrug and walk off, my awesome powers of observation stopped me. I peeked in again to take a closer look. I noticed that there was something irregular about the rise and fall of Ben’s chest. It looked like his breathing was quite heavy. As I watched on, I realized that my mother’s breathing was also irregular. I guess their hug was not so innocent after all. I wonder what was going through their minds.
Ben turned his head towards my mother’s face. Their lips and noses came close, almost touching. After a moment of electrifying tension, it was my mother who closed the gap, planting her lips on his. I felt a mix of dismay and arousal. Ben kissed her back and they were soon locking lips.
Ben turned around so that they were lying facing each other, their faces inches apart on the pillow. The intensity of their gaze towards each other scared me. Ben kissed her again, and she responded warmly. His hands stopped being idle and moved onto her chest, fondling her soft round breasts over the T-shirt. My mother broke their heavy kiss after awhile and gazed upon Ben with lust glazed eyes. No, there was something else. It pained me to recognize love in her gaze as well.
She took one of his hands that was on her chest and guided it under her baggy T-shirt. Ben complied, sliding his other hand under there too and began pushing it up her body. My mother stretched her arms over her head, allowing him to lift her T-shirt over her head and cast it aside. My mother was not wearing a bra, and now was clad only in light blue shorts. She lay on her back, head sightly turned towards Ben with her elegant arms stretched overhead, her long dark silky tresses flowing past her shoulders, presenting her full hourglass body with smooth milky white skin and magnificent perky breasts for Ben to feast his eyes upon.
He gazed down at her for several minutes, his breath taken away.
I waited for him to say something. Anything. Maybe one of those cheesy lines he was fond of using. No words came. They seemed to be connecting on a whole new level which required no words to be spoken, and for some reason it made my heart race and my stomach sick with anticipation.
My mother sent him a cue, lifting and bending one of her legs. Ben’s eyes was inadvertently drawn to her shapely thighs. He got the message and placed his hands on her hips. He pulled down her shorts, ever so delicately, savoring each moment until her sacred treasure was revealed to him. He slid the shorts off her feet where it was then forgotten.
Once more, Ben gazed down at the lovely sight below him. My mother was fully nude. His eyes said it all. He was gazing upon a goddess. My mother too looked up at him, cheeks flushed and breathing deeply. She offered him no more cues of how to proceed but her eyes held a deep promise.
It was uncanny and a little eerie how Ben seemed to be able to read her intentions and respond accordingly. She had done her part. Now it was time for him to be a man. Ben tripped off his clothes and started by kissing her from her thighs up to her belly and then to her chest. My mother quivered like jelly. He lifted his head and claimed another deep kiss from her, one which she eagerly gave. His hands slid up her her toned belly to cup her supple breasts and caress them, making her moan into his mouth.
This lasted for a while. Ben seemed unwilling to break the kiss until he ran out of breath. Then he trailed kisses down her neck to her chest where he took one pointed pink nipple into his mouth. My mother moaned once more. Her hands caressed his head and her back arched off the mattress with delight. Ben took his time alternating his mouth between her two breasts.
My mother began to writhe under him. Her moans grew more ecstatic and her breaths ever louder and heavier. All of a sudden, she gave a sharp moan and her entire body tensed.
Ben stopped sucking on her sensitive nipples and looked up at her in amazement. After a while she relaxed back onto the bed. She looked back at Ben with equal wonder, panting hard with her face heavily flushed.
“D-d-did you?” Ben asked.
“Y-y-yes….” She replied.
It hit me that Ben had made her cum just by sucking on her breasts.
She gave him a smile. “This never happened before.”
Ben seemed glad. He crawled up to her again and they kissed and snuggled.
They made out with each other playfully for a while. Ben was looking at her in an odd way, and she seemed to sense it was time to move on to the next level as well.
Ben sat up and moved between her legs which she parted in welcome. Her pussy was neatly trimmed leaving only a light patch of hair above her clit, her labia was flushed deep pink with arousal and glistening with leaked love juices.
It was funny to watch the normally experienced Ben fumble around, nervously trying to position himself on top of my mother. She in turn raised her legs slightly as she spread them. her hands slid around to hold on to Ben’s back.
Ben seemed unsure of himself. “Aunty May… I…”
“It’s okay… ” She panted. “I want this.”
They were staring intensely into each other’s eyes as he slowly sank his hips between her spread things. My mother’s mouth flew open as he penetrated her but she never broke eye contact. Ben took it very slow and gentle. I didn’t know he had it in him to be so tender with a woman, especially after I watched him pound Aunt Florence like an animal just an hour ago.
There might not be much action, but the scene was sizzling hot. Ben’s hips eventually came to a stop and my mother’s legs folded around his butt, holding him against her.
“So… big…” She panted.
“S-s-sorry,” Ben apologized, to my disbelief.
“No, No, It’s nice. I feel so full.”
“Got pain?”
“No… not anymore. You can move.”
Ben kissed her lovingly. He began moving in slow shallow strokes and grinding his hips. Their hands eagerly explored each other, their mouths left blazing kisses down each other’s necks and their breathing became hot and heavy. When Ben picked up the pace, My mother began moaning with pleasure.
“Ah, Ah, Ahh, Ahhh, Ahhh,”
Several times over the next 20 minutes, my mother would gasp and hug Ben tightly while she orgasmed. After she had her fifth, Ben’s thrusts picked up in urgency. My mother moaned sweetly in his ear and rained kisses on his cheek. Ben soon let out a moan and he spewed his cum deep inside my mother.
They rested blissfully in each other’s arms. I kept watching from the door in a stunned daze.
Ben never withdrew his cock from my mother’s pussy. As soon as he got hard again and they made passionate love once more. This went on until after their fourth round. After that, Ben finally slid his thick cock out of her creamy pussy.
I went back to my room and lay on my bed. Ben came in soon after and collapsed onto his bed in exhaustion. After a while, I joined him in leaving the waking world.