"I haven't come like that in years," she whispered hoarsely.
She began lifting and dropping her hips. For the first time Ben felt his prick being stroked and tugged by her cunt. His eyes opened wide with surprise at the pleasure he felt.
As he began twisting and squirming with ecstasy, Ben saw that his aunt was watching him carefully. He found that it added greatly to his pleasure to know Joan was seeing his every grimace and movement.
Since he had conic only a few minutes before, Ben was able to enjoy the cunt-sleeve sliding over his cock for quite a while. Joan's rising and failing cunt brought him slowly but steadily to the height of ecstasy. The taut akin of his prick-knob tingled as Joan's cunt treated it to a loving fuck. By looking at where their pubic hair mingled. Ben could see his shaft appearing and disappearing. And he noticed how it shined with Joan's lubricating juice.
"Ohhhhhh, Ben," Joan sighed. "Ummmmmm. It feels sooo good!"
"Yeah, I never felt anything like it!" Ben said.
He was holding his aunt's tits again. And he began thrusting his hips below his aunt's pumping hips. He wanted to make his prick slide faster and harder.
"Uhhhhh," Ben grunted as he felt his second orgasm about to happen. He felt his face wrinkle up in a grimace now, and he was pleased that Joan was watching. He looked up at her. She was wearing an expression of lust, too.
"I think I can come again too," Joan whispered. "Ohhhhhh."
Ben squeezed her tits harder as he felt his gism rushing through his prick. His body began jerking uncontrollably. This orgasm was better than the first, much better.
By this time, Joan was hopping up and down with all her energy. Ben was pumping furiously.
"Ahhhhhhh, yeahhhhh!" Joan moaned.
Hitting the peak of his pleasure, Ben held his hips still, letting Joan do all the work. And she was doing it with all the strength she had.
"Uh, uhh, uhhhh!" Ben groaned.
When his cream stopped flowing he found that his aunt was still sliding her cunt over his prick. He could see that she was trying for a second orgasm.
He hoped she would reach it soon. If she didn't, the tingling in Ben's spent prick would drive him crazy.
Joan grabbed one of Ben's hands and brought it to her crotch. Puffing his thumb on her clit, she showed him what she needed. Ben was glad to help.
He rubbed her clit with his thumb while the woman continued sliding his prick in and out.
"That's it!" she cried. "Eeeeeehhhhhh!"
Then Joan stopped and slumped down on Ben's chest. Her tits landed with a slap.
"Oh, Ben," she whispered. "Oh, that was spectacular! You're a wonderful fucker."
Ben was swelling with pride. The pleasure he'd felt made him so happy he could have jumped up and danced! But with Joan lying on top of him, and his prick still lying in her cunt, he chose to remain where he was and enjoy it.
Then Ben realized that with all the noise they had made, his mother surely must have known what was going on. He didn't care. Nothing mattered now but the thrill he'd finally discovered.
"I'd better get back to my own room," Joan said as she slid off the boy.
Ben's prick slipped from her cunt. Joan put on her robe, and then she was gone. Ben lay still, thinking about the incredible bliss she had given him. But then he was distracted by the low sound of voices. Someone was talking quietly but excitedly. There were giggles, too.
Ben couldn't imagine what was going on, but he had to find out. Slipping out of bed as quietly as he could, he went to his door and listened.
The voices were clearer now. It sounded like his mother and aunt.
"…a real stud…" he heard one of them say. "A huge cock… came twice."
Ben felt his face go white as he realized that Joan was telling his mother everything that had happened. It was almost too incredible to believe!
The voices finally died away. Ben was buzzing with excitement. Had his mother known what Joan was going to do? Maybe she even asked Joan to fuck him, he thought. Was his mother worried about his horniness?
It wasn't until the sun was rising that Ben was able to fall asleep. Something strange was going on. But as long as he was getting fucked, he hoped it kept going on for a long time.
CHAPTER NINE
Since he hadn't slept all night, Ben missed breakfast. He would have missed lunch, too, if his mother and Joan hadn't come into his room to wake him.
The sisters stormed into the room noisily, telling him to get up. They went to his bed and grabbed his feet and shook him.
Ben woke up with a start. Then he realized what was going on. With the memory of what had happened the night before still clear in his mind, Ben was glad to see the two women.
Then he realized his prick was stiff and holding the sheet up over his crotch. And even though he was proud of his cock – the cock he'd heard these two chicks discussing last night – he rolled over to hide it.
"You've already missed breakfast," his mother was saying. "Are you going to lie in bed all day?"
"Come on and have lunch with us," Joan said. "All right, all right," Ben pleaded. "Give me a chance."
"Okay, but if you're not up in five minutes we're coming to get you," Peg said.
"We'll drag you out of bed by the cock," Joan added.
The kinky sisters left, giggling.
What the hell is going on? Ben wondered. Has everyone gone crazy? But he wasn't complaining. Although it was very weird to have his own mother acting the way she was, Ben loved it.
Ben got out of bed and looked at himself in the mirror. His prick was still hard, and it was huge. Could that be enough to make his aunt and mother act so strangely? If so, he was glad he was so well endowed.
Ben dressed, washed, and went down to the kitchen. The women were setting the table for lunch. With all the exercise he'd had the night before, Ben's mouth began to water when he saw the heaping plates of ham and salami and rye bread the girls were putting out.
Of course, Ben hadn't missed the lovely sight of his mother and aunt, like the day before, they were dressed very sexily. Tits overflowed and asses protruded beneath tight slacks.
As he gobbled up sandwich after sandwich, Ben noticed that Joan kept smiling at him. He would smile back, then look over at his mother to see if she was noticing what was going on. She was. Although she was trying to be nonchalant, she couldn't help smiling slyly.
Then Ben felt his aunt's naked toes slipping up the leg of his pants. By the time lunch was finished, Ben's mouth was still watering, and his prick was still stiff.
But Ben felt that he had to get away from this madhouse. He had to get some sort of perspective on what was going on. Maybe if he talked to his friends about what had happened he could understand it himself.
"Where are you going?" his mother asked when Ben said he was going out for a while. There seemed to be a note of disappointment in her voice, he thought. But he just said he was going out, not specifying where.
Ben headed for the soda shop. None of the guys were there. Then he checked out the playground. There he found them engaged in a baseball game.
They invited him to play in the field, and he accepted. Borrowing a glove from one of the guys on the other team, Ben took his place in the outfield. But his mind wasn't on the game. All he could think of was what the two sisters were saying about him at that moment.
There didn't seem to be much chance of talking to the guys now that the game was on. And Ben thought that maybe he should just go home.
He was lost in thought when he heard all the guys calling his name. He looked up just in time to see the ball coming at him. He raised his glove, but the ball sailed over it, hitting him square on the head.
Ben saw stars. Rubbing his head, he told the guys he didn't feel like playing ball after all, and considering his performance, they didn't try to talk him into sticking around.