Meeting the Birth Mother, Part IV - Sex Stories

Meeting the Birth Mother, Part IV

... earlier, she looked incredible now.

My aunt had on just a white thong and a sheer bra, nothing else. Her small tits and tiny, hard nipples stood out against her milky skin. The thin thong accentuated a shaven snatch and robust labia. She was tiny but incredibly sexy, and in many ways the sexual opposite of her own mother.

Their demeanor was different from earlier. They stood before me, smiling and perky. Their perfumes mixed with the incense and thickened the already heady aroma around the room – but did not completely cover up the growing smell of arousal. The glitter in the makeup around their eyes twinkled in the candlelight.

My aunt giggled, then my grandmother followed suit.

A few hours ago they were pointing a gun at me, now a giggling girl act?

They were on my seduction list – but this was not how you went about that. I just knew that no matter what I did, they would be the ones in control. I also knew they would never be in that spiritually connected circle of four – me, my sisters, my mom.

Still, here they were, looking hot and just about naked. I was game for a fuck, and I was pretty sure my mom would approve.

I tossed the rest of the glass of wine back in one gulp and poured another.

“Yes?” I asked, sounding as casual as possible.

My aunt giggled again. “I’m sorry how you were treated earlier, that was unfortunate. But we want to make it up to you. How about a nice massage from two gorgeous young ladies. We’ll give you the happiest ...

... ending you’ve ever had.”

They both giggled again, then turned and kissed each other deeply. Their hands wandered over each other’s bodies. My cock stirred under my robes. It had a mind of its own.

I stood up and they took off my robe, staring at my rising eight-and-a-half. I started towards the bed, but instead was directed to a desk chair that stood in the corner with a towel and sheet draped over it.

My grandmother removed her robe, giving me a clear view of her breasts. They were bigger than my mother’s and bigger than Sheena’s. Wide aureoles surrounded fat nipples on big, fat tits. I kept my eyes locked on them as she removed the pony tail from her jet black hair and let it fall around her shoulders.

She hovered her hands over my shoulders, barely touching them very lightly. Her breasts hung softly in front of my face. Her fingertips caressed my arms, then she pushed her breasts closer and brushed the tips against my lips. I was so mesmerized by what I was experiencing I didn’t even lick them.

My aunt had moved behind me, her body just touching mine. She dragged her long blonde hair over my shoulders and neck, then gently hissed nonsense words into my ears. A tingle ran up my spine and exploded across my head as her warm breath caressed the inside of my earlobe. She ran her fingertips across my chest, making light circles around my nipples. She breathed across my neck, then traced my arms back up to my shoulders. Ever so softly she dragged fingernails down my ...