"Mom, I'm home," he called. "You here?"
Meg and Sally had been sucking each other's cunt. But their sixty-nine broke up in a hurry when they heard that voice.
"It's Andy!" Sally gulped. "What do we do now, Aunt Meg? I don't think I'm ready for him to find us like this."
Meg was surprisingly calm. "Leave it to me," she told her niece. "As long as I don't answer him, Andy probably won't come in here. Let him think he's home all alone for now. In the meantime, you go hide in the closet. I'll clean up, put something on, and go deal with Andy."
"Should I try and sneak out the back door if I get the chance?" Sally asked.
"If you like," Meg answered. Then slyly added, "But you might be missing something if you leave."
"What are you going to do, Aunt Meg?"
"Shhhh," a whispering Meg cut her niece off. "No time to explain. I just heard Andy's footsteps outside. He might overhear us if we talk anymore."
The last thing Sally said as she was led toward the closet was, "This is getting too heavy for me. Think I'll split when I get the chance."
"Have it your way," Meg patiently replied. She saw no reason to argue the point. Even if Sally didn't realize it yet herself, Meg knew full well that her niece wasn't going anyplace. Locking the closet door would take care of that.
When Sally was safely out of sight, Meg took her time about preparing to face her son. First she toweled the spit and pussy juice off her naked body. Then she powdered between her legs, turning her twat a blushing pink with the rose tinted talcum. Her tits also got the same treatment. After this she dabbed some perfume on both places. She looked and smelled terrific.
"Okay, what'll I wear?" she asked herself while studying her reflection in the mirror.
She chose a simple robe. There was nothing special about it, except that the sash which tied it closed was lost. Meg would have to hold the flaps to keep herself covered – and let them go when the time was right.
Now Meg had one last thing she needed to take care of – Sally.
After taking a key from her jewel box, Meg went over to the closet where her niece was hidden. She slipped the key into the old fashioned lock and turned her wrist. After the click, a trapped Sally started tapping and scratching on the other side of the door.
"You'll thank me for this later," Meg said through the door. "Just look through the keyhole if you get curious about what Andy and I are up to. I'll be back in here with him in a few minutes. So just sit tight, honey, and get ready to enjoy the show."
Meg then drifted out into the hallway. She cruised the house, searching for Andy, and found him talking on the phone. Hanging back, she eavesdropped on the conversation.
"Sally's not home, huh?" Andy was saying. "Do you know where she is, Uncle Bill?"
His jaw dropped when he heard the answer.
"Are you sure that's right, Uncle Bill?" he said. "Are you sure Sally's over here? I just came home and…"
Meg chuckled in the wings as her son's jaw dropped all over again.
"What?" Andy gulped at what his uncle had just told him. "Sally's with my mom?"
At this point Meg cleared her throat and made her presence known.
"I-I'll talk to you later, Uncle Bill," Andy stammered. He hurriedly hung up as his robed mother approached him.
"Yes, Sally was here," Meg answered Andy's unspoken question. "We spent the afternoon together."
"Uh, no kidding," Andy muttered, wanting to find out more but afraid to ask too many questions. "What'd you two do, anyway?"
"Had lunch. Talked about this and that," Meg said. "Sally's a delightful girl. Too bad she's your cousin. You two would make a cute couple."
Andy's heart almost stopped when he heard that. Somehow, though, he pretended to be calm.
"Where's Sally now?" he asked after a deep breath that he hoped his mother didn't notice.
"Gone," was all Meg would say. Her hands had parted the top of her rope so her tits spilled almost all the way out.
Andy was relieved by his mother's obvious come-on. If she was horny that must mean that whatever she and Sally had talked about was nothing to worry about. There was no way, Andy reasoned, that his mother would be in this kind of mood if she knew, he was fucking his cousin.
"I know what's on your mind, Mom," Andy chuckled with a surge of self-confidence. He felt good as his cock stiffened in his jeans in reaction to his sexy mother. He was ready to forget all about Sally for now.
But Meg wouldn't let him. Not when she opened her robe all the way and showed him her pussy – a pussy shaved as cleanly as Sally's was.
This time Andy was sure his heart had really stopped. Could it be just a coincidence that his mother and cousin had both shaved their cunts? As he considered the possibilities, Andy didn't know whether to be frightened or excited.
"Like it?" Meg purred, rubbing her hand over her smooth cunt.
"It-it took me by surprise," Andy stuttered.
"That's the general idea," Meg purred some more. "Just wait'll you taste it."
She let the robe fall to the floor and stepped forward in the nude. Putting her hands on Andy's shoulders, she forced him to his knees so he was looking straight at her cunt.
"Eat it," she commanded.
While Andy stared at Meg's bald cunt he couldn't help but see Sally's equally shorn pussy. It was as if his mother and cousin were somehow in the same body.
Impatient for her son to perform, Meg pushed Andy's face against her slick cunt. His tongue reacted automatically, tasting the female honey which oozed forth.
"Mmmmmm, that's it," Meg called down. "Lick me, lick me. Make me come in your mouth."
Her cunt seemed to suck Andy's tongue inside of it. Then Meg was bumping her hips in her son's face.
Andy performed like a machine. As long as he was eating pussy, he didn't have to think. But it was over almost as soon as it had begun. Meg's cunt was suddenly swamped with female cum as she climaxed with a moaning shudder.
Now she pulled away from Andy. He was forced to stare at her cunt again and make those mind-bending comparisons between her and Sally. Then Meg began drifting toward the bedroom. Andy followed, not knowing what he was letting himself in for. But he had to find out – that was the only thing he knew for sure.
Moments later Meg was spread out on the bed. Andy noticed that the covers and sheets were already in a tangle, as though some serious action had recently taken place there. He wanted to ask about it. God, how he wanted to ask about it! But he couldn't find the right words. And now his naked mother was beckoning.
"Fuck me," Meg said. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!"
Andy mechanically dropped his pants. His cock was hard, but felt numb – like the rest of him – when he touched it. He started toward his spread-legged mother. She suddenly stopped chanting and dropped another bombshell.
"Don't forget a rubber," she said in a girlish voice.
Andy blinked with disbelief. He could have sworn it was Sally talking to him instead of his mother!
"Shaving my cunt may have given me a new image," Meg added, "but I still don't want to get knocked up."
Now Andy was practically reeling. For his mother had just repeated, almost word for word, what his cousin had said to him the last time they'd fucked.
Under the eerie circumstances, Andy was glad for the opportunity to leave the room and go find a rubber. While he looked for one he tried to put things together in his mind. But he kept stopping short of any conclusion, perhaps because he was afraid he might be right. Then his mother was calling to him and he had to return to her.
"Come here, let me put it on for you," Meg said when Andy was back.
He sat on the edge of the bed. Meg rolled the rubber down the length of his cock, leaving a pouch at the tip to catch his cum.
"Now we're ready," she said.
She reclined again, spreading her legs. Fingering her pussy lips, she opened her cunt for her son's sheathed prick.
Andy warily guided his cock toward her shaved cunt. It was, he thought, a miracle he still had a hard-oh with all this stress. He'd need all the concentration he could manage just to get through the fuck. He hoped he could get into it enough to come and get it over with. Never had he been so reluctant for a piece of ass.
While he was mulling it over, his cockhead entered his mother's pussy. Meg bucked her crotch in response and the rest of Andy's prick automatically surged inside her. She churned her hips and wiggled her ass.
Andy felt nothing. It was all he could do to fuck back. Worse, he felt the strength leaving his cock.
"Don't know if I can get through this," Andy finally admitted aloud.
His mother seemed to ignore him so Andy said it again. It was as if he were talking into the wind, his words, carried away as quickly as he'd spoken them, leaving him to wonder if he'd even heard his own voice.
It was like a dream, Andy thought, and that gave him an idea. Suppose he shut his eyes and pretended he was involved in nothing more than a wild, wet dream in which the strange and unpredictable were taken for granted? Then maybe he could relax and focus on nothing more than what was happening between his legs.
He did it. A form of self-hypnosis took place inside the darkness of his mind. When images formed they aroused him instead of threatening him.
Now Andy was totally uncertain of whom he was fucking, his mother or his cousin, but his confusion became a turn-on. Just when he thought he was fucking one of them, he became convinced it was the other. Only in a wet dream could he fuck his mother and his cousin at the same time and have it seem completely natural.
Andy reached down and felt the cunt that was filled with his cock. It was so smooth. At the top of it, his thumb pressed the nubbin of a clit and produced a female orgasm.
"I'm coming… coming so good," Andy's fucking partner moaned.
Her voice echoed in Andy's head. At first he thought it was his mother. Then his cousin. Then Meg and Sally sounding out their climaxes together.
"I'm fucking you bath," he panted out loud, his eyes still tightly shut.
"Yes, yes," he was told. "Fuck us! Fuck us!"
The cunt which gripped Andy's prick turned on the pressure. It would squeeze like a vise, then briefly relax before clamping down once more. Over and over again. The rippling effect seemed capable of sucking the cum right out of Andy's balls.
And he was more than ready for it. Ready to shoot his wad.
His cock strained, seeming to lengthen and thicken in the pussy it fucked. There was a final surge. Deep as a prick could reach in a cunt. A spasm at the pit of his crotch and Andy's jizz was gushing in release.
"Never came so hard!" Andy cried while his cock repeatedly spurted. "Oooo, it's turning my damned nuts inside-out."
When his flow of cream slowed to a dribble, Andy became aware, of the sticky warmth surrounding his cockhead. Reality partially surfaced as he remembered that he was wearing a rubber.
He opened his eyes, not sure whether he was going to be looking at his mother or his cousin. It was his mother's face he saw. But what she was doing was a carbon copy of Sally.
Meg had just pulled Andy's spent cock out of her shaved cunt. Now she was peeling away the used rubber, being careful not to lose any of the cum which it had caught.
Andy watched with awe as his mother brought the soggy rubber to her mouth and sucked it all the way to her throat. When she was through she had swallowed every drop of his cum, exactly as Sally had done the last time Andy had fucked her.
Now the rerun continued. Only this time Andy was the one who was uncontrollably forcing the issue. He just couldn't stop himself from finding out how far this repeat of the past would take him.
"We just fucked and, damn, if I'm not hornier than ever," he told his mother with words that were as close as he could get them to the ones he had spoken to his cousin during their last session.
Meg made a familiar comment about Andy's cock still being hard. He in turn asked her if she wanted him to fuck her again. Of course she did. But this time with a difference.
Then Meg was up on all fours, pointing her ass in Andy's direction with the cheeks spread. Her puckering asshole begged for a cock inside it. She could have been Sally.
Andy recalled what he had said to his cousin the night she had offered her ass to him. Now he repeated it to his mother.
"Should I get another rubber?"
The letter-perfect reply came straight out of the recent past. "What for? Nobody ever got pregnant from taking a cock up her ass."
It was too spooky for Andy to accept with his eyes open. He closed them again, trying to slip back into his imaginary wet dream where it didn't make any difference whether he was fucking his mother or his cousin, or somehow both of them at the same time.
Even in his self-imposed darkness, Andy had no problem in finding the asshole he was going to fuck with the head of his prick. When he'd made the connection, he forced his way inside. It was so tight! But Andy shoved and shoved.
"Hurts so good," came the female response to his surging prick. "Give me your whole cock in my ass!"
"You got it," Andy grunted.
The asshole was narrow and stubborn. And Andy was hung long and thick. The perfect mismatch for a ass-fuck. Andy plowed forward without mercy until his big prick was buried to the root.
Now he moved it. In and out. Faster and faster with strokes that used more and more of his pumping hard-on. He would briefly pull out until only the knob of his prick remained in the ass he was fucking. Then, plunging forward, he would hilt his prick until he reached shit. Repeatedly he did this, using his cock like a weapon.
"Take it! Take it!" Andy cried. "I'll split you in two!"
The violent rhythm of his cock-thrusts were affecting his balance. Reaching down, he grabbed hold of a set of tits like they were handles. He squeezed them until their spongy flesh oozed between his gouging fingers, all the while fucking ass as brutally as ever.
Caught up in a macho frenzy, Andy lost whatever restraint he might have still possessed. Whatever the consequences, he wanted the answers to the questions that had been raised about his mother and Sally. What's more, he was willing to go to any lengths to get them.
"I'll fuck you until I kill you," he threatened viciously. "Kill you with my cock unless you tell me the truth."
"Mmmmm, what a way to die," a moaning Meg answered. "Whatever it is you want to know, you'll have to do better than that to get it out of me."
Andy slammed his prick home with the deepest penetration yet. Down at Meg's tits, he twisted her nipples around double. His eyes were wide open again.
"Tell me the fucking truth about you and Sally, Mom!" he bellowed. "You know exactly what I'm talking about, so don't pretend you don't."
Meg just laughed at him. Then she came.
"You can't hurt me enough," she celebrated the welcome pain that had triggered her mighty orgasm. "More! More! Keep me coming, stud!"
"Whore! Bitch!" Andy cursed her.
He let go of his mothers tits and took double fistfuls of her hair, tugging it like the rope on a maverick pony. Now he was riding her and she bucked under him. His cock kept jerking in her ass, extending her climax.
Then Andy abruptly took an entirely different approach – the most cruel of all. He simply stopped fucking, just like that. All at once his cock was a cold piece of steel in his mother's ass, moving not a bit. His arms dangled at his sides, his hands neither squeezing nor pulling anything.
"Don't quit! Not now!" Meg rasped. "You had me coming so much. Hurt me some more. Please, please!"
"No way. Not until I find out the truth about you and Sally," Andy said.
"What about us?" Meg stalled, stretching out the suspense.
"You and Sally are in this together somehow," Andy hissed. "Both shaving your cunts, saying and doing the same things to me when we're in bed…"
"Then you finally admit you've been fucking your cousin," Meg interrupted.
"Yes! If you want to hear me say what you already know, yes! I've fucked you both!" Andy thunderously answered. Then seethed. "Now I want to know what you two bitches have been up to behind my back."
"Do I really have to tell you?" Meg taunted. "Can't you figure it out for yourself?"
Andy rose to the challenge, remembering the information that his cousin had been with his mother all afternoon and linking it to the tangled sheets he'd seen when he entered the bedroom.
"You made it with Sally, didn't you?" he said sharply to his mother. "Found out I was fucking her. Maybe even watched us. After that you just couldn't keep your hands off her. She was in this damned bed today before I was."
"You can't blame me for checking out the competition," Meg answered, letting Andy know in a mocking way that he had it right so far.
"But you had to take it further than that," Andy continued. "Had to shave your pussy just like Sally's."
"It so happens that was her idea."
"I can imagine. You probably had her eating out of your hand."
"The only place I had her eating was between my legs," Meg leered. "That's why she shaved my cunt for me – so she could get every drop of pussy juice when she went down on me. She has a beautiful tongue. I came in her mouth so many times I couldn't count them all. You should have been there…" Meg paused to laugh. "…of course if you'd been there you'd have had to just watch. 'Cause the last thing Sally and I were interested in was cock. We were just like a couple of dykes."
"Then what happened?" Andy asked.
"You showed up while we were still getting it on. Sally panicked. I came on to you so she could get away and you wouldn't think she was a lesbian."
"What about after you and I were making it and you were imitating Sally?"
"Just fun and games to keep you guessing," Meg said. "You were right. I did spy on you and Sally fucking the other night and couldn't resist driving you a little nuts with what I knew. And that's the whole story – except for one more thing."
"Yes?"
"You promised to finish fucking me in the ass if I told you the truth," Meg reminded Andy. "I've kept my part of the bargain. Now you keep yours."
Meg clamped her ass muscles around her son's frozen cock, which had remained unused in her ass throughout the conversation. Then she began rocking on her knees. The tugging friction thawed Andy's prick in a hurry and he began pumping back.
"I won't even bother to ask you whose ass is tightest, mine or Sally's," Meg sighed when Andy was solidly into a butt-fucking groove. "That's your business, stud. Just so long as I get my share of your beautiful, big cock, you can play around with anybody you want."
"What about you, Mom?" Andy asked. "Are you going to keep making it with Sally, too?"
"You know the old saying," Meg laughed. "What's good for the goose is good for the gander. Looks like our Sally is going to be a very busy girl."
"Wonder if the poor kid knows what she's let herself in for."
"Why don't you ask her?" Meg playfully said. "She's probably ready to tear the place down by now."
Andy started to ask his mother what she meant but all of a sudden her squeezing ass had taken its toll on his cock. He had to come before he did another thing. He jammed his prick deep into Meg's ass pit and for now forgot about anything but relieving the pressure between his legs.
"Hold on, Mom, this is it!" he gasped when he finally spoke.
Hot jizz squirted from his cock, pouring into his mother's bowels. It mixed with the shit there, the molten turmoil making Meg climax along with Andy.
Bearing down, mother and son made it last as long as they could. For as long as they came together everything was perfect for them. Sally temporarily didn't matter. It was just Andy's prick in Meg's asshole, shooting jizz.
Then it was over and Andy's doubts returned as quickly as his drained prick softened.
"There's one more thing I've got to ask you, Mom," he said when the ass-fuck broke up.
"What a coincidence. There's one more thing I forgot to tell you," Meg chuckled as she slithered around so she could lick her own shit off of her son's ass-stained prick.
Andy looked down, watching his mother swab his prick with her tongue. Only when she had lapped him clean did he speak.
"It's about Sally," he finally told his mother. Then he flinched when he realized that Meg had just said exactly the same thing.
They stared at each other, Andy not knowing what to expect as his mother grinned with smudges of shit at the corners of her mouth. They waited each other out until Andy cracked.
"What did you mean about Sally tearing the place down?" he gulped.
Meg calmly answered. "Poor girl. She must be out of her mind by now. Locked up like that and having to watch us fuck."
Andy turned pale.
"That's the part I left out," Meg said. "You see, Sally never got away. She thought she wanted to. But I, uh, persuaded her to stay. She'll tell you all about it."
"W-where is she?"
"I'm sure you can find her."
Just then the closet door rattled from beating fists.
"Let me out!" Sally cried from inside.
"You heard your cousin," Meg purred to Andy. "She's waiting for you."