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My Aunt's Daughter - 3
by Suppy (psion1369@gmail.net)

***

In part three, we grow-up, in this coming of age story. 
(MFf, ped, bi, inc)

***

ACT III

So it has been a few weeks. Helen and I fuck every 
chance we can get. I even fucked her in my office once 
at lunch. Jenna comes by every so often to play around. 
Apparently, I can't get her pregnant just yet. She was 
on this new type of birth control that only had to be 
taken once a month, so there wasn't a good chance of 
that happening. Helen was a bit saddened at this, but 
she quickly got over it. Besides, she gobbles down my 
cum every morning, noon, and night. But this isn't 
about how Jenna, Helen and I are doing in our fucking. 
This is about Helen's mother, my Aunt Sandra.

Helen and I waited at the airport for her mother, my 
Aunt Sandra, to arrive. Her plane arrived on time, and 
we were just waiting for her to leave the airport. 
Security these days, it's impossible to get a cup of 
coffee inside.

"You know, it used to be that the best shopping could 
be done in an airport," I told Helen. "Before 9/11."

"I know. You could find awesome luggage in an airport," 
she replied. She wasn't happy, since I told her that 
until her mother approved, we couldn't fuck while she 
was here. And that's when I saw Helen perk up and 
point. "There she is!"

I flashed my headlights a couple of times so she knew 
where to go, and I saw my aunt walk up to my car. "Wow. 
She still looks good," I remarked.

Aunt Sandra got in the car in the backseat with her 
single backpack. "Hope you don't mind, but I didn't 
bring much in the way of clothing," she said. "It's so 
good to see you, Earl. How have you been?"

The car ride back to my house, we talked about all 
manner of things, from her boyfriends and girlfriends, 
but never once mentioning Helen and I. Helen stayed 
silent through the ride, but had her trademark sexy 
smile on her face. Having two people in the car that I 
have fucked was making me a bit excited. But I managed 
to get home without even mentioning sex.

Once we got back to my apartment, Helen took off her 
shirt, but left her pants on. "Freedom to the girls!" 
she exclaimed. Aunt Sandra promptly followed, revealing 
that she had no bra on at all. "Mom, you always wear a 
bra with clothes. What gives?"

"I gave it to a flight stewardess on the way over 
here," Sandra said. "I invited her into the bathroom, 
and one thing led to another. Wild one, she was."

"Well, make yourself at home, and I'm going to order us 
some delivery for dinner. Hope everyone is alright with 
that?" I asked as I took off my shirt.

"No problem," Aunt Sandra said. "Did I mention that you 
got sexier than the last time I saw you?" She walked up 
to me and kissed me on the cheek. She then took a good 
grip on my crotch through my pants. "I can't wait to 
see how you have grown."

I kinda just stammered, shocked by my aunt's sudden 
grope. Helen was snickering in the living room. "Aunt 
Sandra, Give me a moment to take off my pants," I 
replied. I did so, and Aunt Sandra gave a small wolf 
whistle. "Now, let me call for Italian. What do you 
like?"

"Sausage. I like sausage," she said. Helen's snickering 
upgraded to giggling.

I picked up the phone and started to dial. Aunt Sandra 
got on her knees and marveled at my cock as I waited 
for an answer. I really didn't know what was going on 
in her head at this point, but I figure it was 
comparing how a dick can change in thirteen years.

"Geoff's Delivery. How can I help you?" came the voice 
on the other end.

"Yes, I would like to place an order," I said. Just 
then Aunt Sandra just took my cock in her mouth. I 
tried to order, but it was slightly difficult since my 
dick was being sucked at the same time. When I hung up 
the phone, my aunt pulled off me. Helen was full out 
laughing now.

"You grew a bit. But still like the dick sucking just 
the same," she said. "So let's say I finish this off 
while we wait for the food." Helen moved over to the 
table and sat me down. Aunt Sandra crawled over and 
started to suck on my cock once more, but this time I 
was able to enjoy it a bit more. She sucked gracefully, 
fondling my balls as she went. And I finished off just 
in time. AS I came in her mouth, the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," Helen said. "You two go ahead and finish 
up here." She ran to the door, and I didn't even notice 
if she had her shirt on or not. But when she came back 
in, I noticed that she didn't. "Delivery guy couldn't 
do his work with my breasts hanging out in the open. 
Almost gave us free food."

"Sweetie, just set the food on the table," I said. "I 
think your mother wants some dick."

Aunt Sandra stood up. "Nope. Just wanted to get an 
appetizer." She went into the bags and handed out the 
food. We ate dinner and managed to get through it 
without trying to get on top of one another as well. 
Clean-up was the same. It was what we tried to call 
desert that was a bit different. Aunt Sandra never said 
a word as she whipped off her pants and panties and 
threw herself on the table. Without saying a word, she 
pointed at her crotch. I got on my knees and started to 
eat her out like the pro I was. She was moaning like 
crazy.

After a couple of orgasms, I stood up and took aim at 
my aunt. I kissed her and then plunged right in. I 
fucked her raw right there and for what seemed forever. 
She just kept cumming and cumming and cumming. I looked 
over at Helen and she was there fingering herself.

"Where's your dildo baby?" I asked her. She just shook 
her head and kept going. I just kept fucking Aunt 
Sandra on my kitchen table. When I got closer to my own 
impending orgasm, Helen ran over to me. I don't think 
her mother noticed, her head was tilted back enjoying 
the pounding I was giving her. I went to pull out, and 
then Helen's mouth was on my dick.

"Earl, baby, let me taste your..." That's when she saw 
her daughters face in my crotch. "Helen baby, why 
didn't you tell me you and him were fucking?"

Helen couldn't talk, not with my dick in her mouth. So 
I answered for her. "It started about the second day 
she was here. She even started a three-some with one of 
my little fuck friends."

Aunt Sandra squealed. She pulled her daughter up and 
kissed her full on the mouth. "Fucking your father, and 
then sucking his cock after it fucks your mother. I've 
been waiting for you to get broken in," Sandra said. 
Helen just stood up and smiled at her mother. "Now 
start showing your mother what you can do." Helen got 
on her knees and started to go to town on her mother's 
pussy. I was so hot from this, watching my daughter eat 
out the pussy she came from was just too much for me. I 
had to fuck something, so I lifted Helen up and started 
to fuck her tight little pussy. She didn't stop eating. 
Aunt Sandra was moaning loudly, and was starting to let 
loose little squeaks. The squeaks started to merge into 
some small screaming. I could feel my cum rising, and I 
had to give my aunt a taste. I pulled out of Helen and 
went to Aunt Sandra's face. She took it willingly and 
sucked me off to finish, enjoying my taste mixed with 
her daughters.

"Oh God, you are just as good as your daughter," I 
said. "I don't know if I can keep up with all this." I 
plopped down on the chair and Helen stopped with her 
mother and started to suck on my cock.

"Well, Helen seems that she can't get enough. But I 
need to rest up. I had a long flight, and I was fooling 
around with someone on that flight as well. Do you mind 
if I take a shower and hit the hay for a few hours?" 
Sandra asked.

"No, Go right ahead," I replied. I stroked Helen's head 
as it bobbed up and down on my crotch. "I think I have 
to entertain your daughter a bit more though. Feel free 
to crash on my bed."

While Aunt Sandra was in the shower, Helen just kept 
sucking me off. I would cum, and then she would wait a 
minute or two, then go right back to me, not letting me 
do anything else. Once her mother was out of the 
shower, Helen got up and walked into the bathroom 
herself. I was so exhausted, I just sat there, waiting 
for my turn in the shower and then bed.

*

The next morning, I found Helen sucking on my stiff rod 
while Sandra was still asleep. I tried to warn Helen 
that I had to pee, but she kept her mouth on my cock. 
So I let loose a few drops, and she still stayed. I 
decided that if I was going to go, she was going to 
drink it all. So I let loose as slowly as I could so 
that she could drink it all without dripping. I 
eventually let loose my full stream, and she managed to 
get every drop contained.

Aunt Sandra woke up and decided to help her daughter 
with breakfast. My daughter sucking my dick, my aunt 
sucking my nutsack, I actually released rather quickly. 
The girls then got up and walked into the kitchen 
gabbing on about something. I think I heard bacon and 
eggs in there, but I really didn't know. I was still 
exhausted from yesterday's fuck-fest in the kitchen. It 
took me a moment or two to get up out of bed. I think 
it was the smell of bacon that did it for me.

I walked in the kitchen and the girls were indeed 
cooking bacon and eggs, naked of course. "Good morning, 
my lovers," I said. "That smells delicious."

Helen had her famous sexy smile on while her mother was 
cooking and talking. "It better. I'm making my famous 
omelets. I hope you like cheese."

I nodded. The girls made breakfast, and we talked 
constantly about everything. And apparently Helen and 
Sandra had just moved to L.A. From San Diego. Something 
about a guy who stalked them both they had to get away. 
Helen hadn't even started school or made any friends. 
That's when I made a very interesting offer.

"Why don't you guys move out here? I can help with 
Helen's schooling, there are a few really good private 
schools out here," I said. "And we can all live in one 
place. I kinda want to be a part of your lives again." 
Helen and Sandra were just looking at me in shock. "I 
know you two just moved into L.A., but imagine the 
possibilities out here."

Aunt Sandra was the first one to speak. "I really 
can't. It was a miracle that I was able to transfer out 
to the L.A. branch, and there isn't a branch out here. 
But if Helen wants to, I can move her out here and 
enroll her in a really good school."

"I want to," Helen replied without pause. "What I have 
seen of N.Y. I love, and I love spending time with my 
father. Let's do this." Aunt Sandra was looking at her 
daughter in shock now. "I mean, I had to leave my 
friends in Diego, and I haven't even had time to make 
more friends before coming out here. So I'm not losing 
much this time."

"Helen, that means you would be starting in a private 
school out here. You don't mind?" I asked her.

"No. I don't mind. I want to live out here with you," 
she said.

"Well then, I guess I can start to set up everything 
once I get back home," Aunt Sandra said. We finished 
off breakfast talking about these new arrangements, and 
the fun things we can do over the weekend.

*

For the rest of the weekend, we didn't leave the house 
much. Aunt Sandra apparently loves to ass-to-mouth 
after her daughter gets fucked in the pooper. Helen had 
started to drink any piss she could, and we never 
really left the apartment.

Once Aunt Sandra left, we started to look for a new 
school for Helen. There was this one that offered a 
really good quality education for her, and she was 
eligible for several scholarships, leaving both Aunt 
Sandra and I clear of any payments on this. Helen was 
quickly accepted. Aunt Sandra started to send over 
several belongings. 

I realized that I was going to need a new apartment to 
hold this new stuff and a new girl. Helen and I found a 
really great one that was right in between my work and 
her school that was large enough for the both of us. An 
if anybody came asking, there was a bedroom for her as 
well. Aunt Sandra also sent along paperwork for the new 
school, and we were now living together.

I had decided that since we liked to have our fun 
bareback, I was going to go the route of a vasectomy. 
We never told anybody, with the exception of Jenna, 
that Helen was my daughter. We kept it that she was 
just my younger cousin that I was letting live at my 
place.

*

Five years can go by rather quickly. I had my vasectomy 
reversed three years ago when Jenna said that she 
wanted my child. After getting her knocked up with a 
bouncing baby boy, Helen started to make plans to break 
him in when he turns thirteen. Jenna never had me sign 
my name on the birth certificate, saying something 
about how fun it would be to keep some mystery in the 
family. It was good, since I never told my mother about 
Jenna or the child. But once Helen was graduated from 
high school, I had a plan for her. 

She had been on the pill since I had my reversal, just 
so we could do this one thing. As it was not possible 
to marry your daughter, I married her as my cousin. We 
were quickly wed with my son as the ring bearer. Helen 
and I now live married, with a baby girl on the way. 
Helen tells me that this little girl will have to start 
learning soon, just as the little boy has been, 
considering that Jenna has living with us as well.

END

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The author does not condone child abuse, this story is
meant as an erotic fantasy not real life. Anyone acting
out such scenarios in "real life" can look forward to
many unproductive years getting it up the butt by a 
fellow convict in their local prison.
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