Chapter 3: Wait, “you’re fucking your mom..?

I was afraid to ask, just in case he explained in detail. I had a feeling his fantasies would do absolutely nothing for me. “No idea. If you keep pestering me, I’m going to have to go to sleep with blue balls.”

“Sorry,” he giggled. “My biggest orgasms come from watching your enormous prick erupt. Your big, spongy head spitting out cum does something for me.”

He had never attempted to recruit me as a sexual partner, so I cut him some slack. If watching my prick spurt gave him his jollies, that was fine – as long as it didn’t go any further.

He continued, “I’m leaving early this week and meeting up with my friend at school.”

“Cool. I’ll let Mom know I may be home earlier than planned.”

“No,” he replied. “I want you to stay here for the rest of the week to keep Mom company. I don’t want both of us leaving right away. She needs time to adjust.” He sounded so sad. He really cared about his mom – his hot mom, who looked a lot like mine.

“Sure, Cuz. I’ll help you out.”

He smiled wide and then added, “Thanks. There is one other wish I was hoping you’d grant me. One of my fantasies is one of you fucking a girl and spraying her tits. Watching your cum-covered prick jerk and spew out your load after sex would drive me crazy. Would you be willing to fulfill my dream?”

My hand stopped. I took a few moments to process what I’d just heard. “No girl will allow you to sit and watch me make love to her.”

“I can make it happen,” he replied confidently. “If I find someone willing to do it, will you consider it?”

Recalling the babes that had regularly hung out with him in high school, I decided I’d be stupid to refuse his request. “Sure, Ken. If you find an agreeable woman, I’d be happy to provide you with a farewell memory.”

“Great,” Ken said, elated. We concentrated on stroking our pricks to completion. I squeezed my bulbous head until precum leaked and coated my shaft. My thoughts drifted back to Aunt Kate’s legs, and that pushed me much closer to my orgasm.

My cousin’s eyes locked onto my shaft; he knew I was close to blowing. “You’re going to love the pussy I’m setting up for you.”

“You do have a lot of sexy friends. Do I know her?” I asked.

He grinned and replied, “You do. She’s my mother. You’re going to fuck your aunt.”

That’s all it took. Visions of me plowing his sexy mother formed in my mind. My cockhead expanded and shot a big blob high on my chest, followed by streams of cum. My cousin’s prick released its load soon after. Silence ensued as we concentrated on draining our bodies of semen.

After our pricks finished spasming, I exclaimed, “Your mom? Aunt Kate? Are you nuts?”

He laughed, “Come on. You’re not fooling me. Your prick exploded when I mentioned her. She’s hot and I know you’d love to shove your big prick deep into her pussy.”

“You have me there,” I conceded. “She’s a real milf – but how will you arrange it? You two are close, but I doubt that you can convince her to have sex with her nephew, while her son watches. That’s a reach.”

“You haven’t been around to hear her moan and groan while she relieves herself in her bedroom every night. She’s been hinting about seeking companionship after I leave. She’s lonely and horny. Once we introduce her to your magnificent prick, she’ll be thrilled to use it instead of one of her toys.”

I wasn’t convinced he could pull it off, but the seed was planted. I was thinking about mating with my aunt for real, and I desperately wanted it to happen.”I’ll trust you since you’ve been good to me in the past. What do you need from me?”

My cousin grinned; he knew I was hooked. “My mom’s lustful longing for a man is strong, but I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable with our advances. As you noticed earlier, she allowed me to progress further than most mothers would have allowed because I’m gay. She didn’t object when you stroked her leg which indicates she trusts you.”

“Sounds like a plan. Let me know what you want me to do.”

“I’ll tell you more in the morning,” my cousin yawned, pulling the covers over himself.

I slept surprisingly well, considering the conversation I’d had with Ken the night before. Far less surprising was my morning wood. My dreams had been of me and my aunt enjoying intercourse. Sitting upright, I contemplated what to wear. The majority of clothes I’d kept at my cousin’s place had been hauled home during the previous year. Before I could grab my pants, a robe landed on my lap.

“Wear this,” my cousin insisted. “Your hard-on will be a nice touch.”

“It’ll go away,” I replied. “Dreaming about plowing your mother kept me stiff most of the night.” His expression turned sorrowful, and I regretted mentioning her. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be so crass,” I apologized.

“It’s okay,” he replied. “I wasn’t being forthright when I asked you to do this. The main reason isn’t providing a memory for me. I love my mom and don’t want her to get hurt. Once I leave, she’ll be lonely, horny, and vulnerable. Men will be drooling all over her, tempting her to make poor choices. The girls I’ve paired with you have all returned to me and told me how nice you were to them. According to them, you’re more than a great fuck. You’re someone who appreciates a woman and knows how to treat her. I want the same for my mom. I’d like you to fulfill her sexual needs so she can concentrate on finding a good guy and building a healthy relationship.”

I understood. He loved his mom. He wanted the best for her, but, of course, he didn’t want to fuck her himself. “No problem, Cuz. I’ll treat her as if she were my mom.”

“Wait,” exclaimed Ken, “you’re fucking your mom?”

“No, of course not,” I giggled. “I meant I’ll respect your mother like I do mine.”

“Whew,” my cousin whistled. “Fucking your aunt is one thing, but I doubt it could compare with fucking your own mother. That kind of competition would have hampered my plan. Anyway, go out and have breakfast with her. I’m going to take my shower. Remember the tips I’ve given you in the past concerning girls.”

Fortunately, I had softened by the time I made it to the kitchen. My aunt was busy preparing breakfast but took the time to smile and wish me good morning. “My son’s robe is a little tight on you. I hope this doesn’t mean you’ve offed him and taken his place.”

“No,” I laughed. “Ken offered me his robe while he showers. He said he’d prefer to wear sweats today. I’d forgotten that I’d taken most of my clothes back to my own house.”

While I sipped on a hot cup of coffee, she finished cooking and brought over our filled plates. “Let’s eat while it’s warm,” she beamed. “I can heat Ken’s share when he comes out.”

I appreciated her beauty more than usual, spurred by the idea that I could actually have her. Meanwhile, her hungry eyes furtively explored my chest – exposed, since Ken’s robe was tight on me. Ken had been right. She was horny for a man.