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Aunties Stockings & Mom`s Pantyhose0.PrologueA lot of crazy things all occurred over a few weeks that shifted my unhealthy sexual preoccupation with my Mother and Aunt from fantasy to reality.1. The first revelation…Oedipus ComplexThe first happened in early November.I was in my freshman college psychology class when all my unhealthy obsessions, well at least the biggest one, suddenly made sense. My professor discussed Sigmund Freud’s Oedipus complex which he believed was a universal psychological phenomenon that all boys fantasize about having sex with their mothers.There was utter silence and I wondered instantly if it was because they were all thinking the same thing I was. ‘Thank God’. Although I had a steady and very hot girlfriend, who liked giving head and fucked me regularly, every time I masturbated it was not to my girlfriend Kim, but rather to my mother Annabelle that I thought about.My professor continued to discuss how the Oedipus complex was a theory that deep inside every boy is the desire to sexually possess their mother. These inappropriate thoughts are held deep inside the boys’ subconscious and never released, therefore never being dealt with emotionally. In extreme cases, the son wants to murder their father and replace him as the man of the house.I was floored. I had fantasized about having sex with my mother since puberty and always felt guilty afterwards. I mean when I was horny my fantasies always included my mother being my sexual submissive and obeying my every order, the way I assumed she did my father in the bedroom.My fantasies were often different, but they always included my Mom in pantyhose or stockings, obeying my every sexual whim. Sometimes I imagined forcing her to suck my cock and shooting my cum down her throat; other times I imagine being woken up by Mom’s beautiful lips; other times I fantasized taking her in the back of the car while Aunt Cassie, Mom’s younger sister, drove in the front seat oblivious to Mom riding her son’s cock. Other times I created crazy tales full of risk like eating Mom’s pussy under her desk at school while she graded papers while students were in her class unaware of what was occurring under her desk. However, mostly I just fantasized having Mom suck and fuck me. Yet, as soon as I would cum, an overwhelming guilt hit me as I couldn’t believe I would fantasize committing i****t and treating my mother so inappropriately and with such disrespect.Yet, my biggest sexual kink, besides the fact that I wanted to fuck my Mom, was I was obsessed with stocking-clad feet, particularly toes in nylon. This kink too is my Mom’s fault. Being a teacher, every since I can remember she always dressed in pantyhose and even after work she would stay in her skirt or dress and pantyhose, walking around the house in her nylon-clad feet.Besides the kinky dominant persona fantasies that dominated my every thought, I had other more sensual fantasies including: giving Mom a full body massage while she wore her pantyhose, eating her cunt through her sheer pantyhose (when she was of course sans panties) and getting a foot job from her delicious stocking-clad feet.Over the next couple weeks I couldn’t help but literally drool over Mom; I couldn’t resist staring at her nylon-clad feet; I couldn’t stop wondering if her cunt was shaved, trimmed or hairy; I couldn’t stop imagining making her my submissive plaything…after all, it wasn’t my fault I had a complex.2. A bit of more historyBefore I get to carried away with the motivation behind my obsession with having sex with my mother, I should tell you a bit about myself and our family history which ironically will play a huge role in the crazy story I am about to tell.My name is Christian (which is ironic considering the story I am about to tell, not to mention the shunning by our family that my mother received for having a c***d out of wedlock). I am about as average as they come. I am 5’9, 190 pounds, have black hair and brown eyes. I compensate for my average looks by being humorous, a great listener and quite smart. I am a nerd or geek or whatever you call students who care about their marks, I can quote Star Wars verbatim (the original three not the blasphemy that was the prequels) and I still play MindCraft.My Mom, Annabelle, had me when she was sixteen, (yep I’m a bastard and an oops) and we since then have been shunned by her super religious family. The only family she still talks to is her younger sister, Cassie; who has been shunned as well for staying in contact with Mom. Mom was shunned because she wanted to keep me; and being from a puritanical home, this wasn’t exactly a decision that left her with many options. At 35, Mom is still a complete knock out; 34DD breasts (I checked her bra size), a slim waist that flares just perfectly into a set of wide hips and a tight heart-shaped ass. She’s got green eyes and the prettiest smile I’ve ever seen. Her ravenous look is completed by natural red hair that flows just past her shoulders. I wasn’t the only one jerking off to my Mom, my friends called her a MILF as far back as I can remember. As already mentioned, she also enhances her beauty with a keen sense of fashion: blouses that showcase her large breasts without looking inappropriate; skirts long enough to be school appropriate but short enough to distract every guy or lesbian in her class; at work, always three inch heels that added to her sexy allure; lastly, she always wore pantyhose, in a variety of colors (mocha, tan, black, blue, red and even white), that always perfectly complimented her outfit.Aunt Cassie, although four years younger, is a spitting image of Mom, the same green eyes, the same large breasts, same great body, although she has black as night hair. Although Mom was my number one stroke fantasy, Aunt Cassie was a close second. She too almost always wore pantyhose even under her jeans which I thought was super hot.The two were so similar that they even took the same career route, both becoming teachers. Mommy, finishing high school by getting her GED when she was twenty-one finally got her teacher degree when she was twenty-six. Mom teaches high school English and is a great teacher. Aunt Cassie teaches kindergarten.As I grew up, my Mom and aunt would always tell me how much I looked like my father. And it’s true; I’ve seen a few photos of him and even met him when I was 14. He bailed on my Mom when she found out she was pregnant (he’d just graduated from high school). I don’t mind though, he’s an asshole and my Mom deserves better.At my graduation, my fantasies changed to i****t threesomes when I got a double hug-their tits squishing against me. After that, my late night stroke sessions often included Mom and my aunt pleasuring me and each other. It never occurred to me that one day these fantasies could possibly become a reality.3. The second revelation…Dad’s fetish photosI was in the garage getting rid of boxes of crap Mom had kept for years when I found the photos. They were in a box of old high school memories including: yearbooks, track ribbons, cheerleader pompoms, pantyhose (dark coloured) and a cheerleader’s outfit that I imagined Mom could still pull off today. My naughty mind instantly went to her in such an outfit seducing me.Also, at the bottom of the box was a small envelope with a few photos of a few different girls, all in pantyhose, all without shoes, all looking fucking hot.My cock already stiff from the cheerleading outfit, these pictures, none of them overly naughty yet the nylon legs were sexy as hell.I flipped through the pictures in awe of the extensive collection.Were these Dad’s photos?Mom’s?It would be weird for Mom to have a collection of pictures that were of women in pantyhose. She had never given any remote hints that she was into women, although in all fairness she had given very little evidence that she was into men either…having not dated one guy that I could remember.Yet, it would be weird for this collection of photos to be in a collection of Mom’s high school things as well.In the end it didn’t matter whose they were, they were super hot and had me ridiculously horny. I picked my favorites and was about to sit down and jerk off when I saw one of Mom when she was in her early twenties. Ironically, she looked almost exactly the same then as she does now. Same adorable smile, same exotic eyes and the same perfect legs.I pulled out my cock, stared at the picture of Mom as an eighteen year old teenager and began stroking. I imagined her as a cheerleader, I imagined her in the eighties with her big hair, I imagined her on her knees crawling over to me and taking my cock in her mouth. I imagined her giving me a foot job in her silky nylon feet while telling me how much she wanted me to cum all over them.With such naughty thoughts it didn’t take me long to get really going and I shot my load all over the photo of my mother, giving her the long fantasized facial although not quite the way I had envisioned.I stared at the photo of my Mom, covered in my white goo, and wondered if there was any way to make such a fantasy a reality. At the time it was just a silly adolescent fantasy, yet a domino of revelations, coincidences and long held secrets would soon change the odds of making that fantasy a reality.4. The third revelation…Mom knows my fetishMom and I were at Hooters (yep Mom took me to Hooters) for supper (they do have amazing wings jsut for the record) it was then that I learned Mom knew one of my secrets.I was checking out a hot brunette waitress, her mocha pantyhose legs seeming to literally shimmer as she moved (Hooter girl pantyhose really are the hottest color in the universe. They are shiny and sexy…and I imagined, though I had never touched them silky) when Mom joked, “You are just like your father.””So I have been told,” I sighed, hating getting compared to him.”No, no, no, not in looks, although you definitely are sexy like him, but you have the same strange fetish,” Mom said.I couldn’t get past the reality that Mom had called me sexy, even as I adjusted my stiff cock under the table. “What are you talking about?” I asked, as I glanced again at the waitress’s shiny legs…literally unable to resist the magnetic pull of the nylon.”You are a legs man,” she said.I shrugged thinking the same words I said, “Who isn’t?””99 percent of the male population,” she laughed. “At least that is my experience.””Really?” I asked, thinking there was nothing hotter than a woman in nylon.”Are you really that obtuse,” Mom joked. “Do you have any idea how many men stare at these?” She questioned pointing to her own huge breasts as well as waving her hands around the restaurant.”Oh,” I said, realizing she was talking about breasts, particularly her breasts which had me looking directly at them inside her sweater, to just see the canyon that hinted at so much more.”We are at a restaurant called Hooters,” Mom said. “Is there a restaurant called ‘Legs’?””There should be,” I said. “Actually it’s a great entrepreneurial idea.””Or one called Pantyhose,” Mom smiled.”W-w-what?” I stammered.”Oh honey, you don’t remotely conceal your nylon fetish,” Mom laughed.”I don’t?” I asked, overwhelmed by Mom’s sudden frankness.”Your father had the exact same fetish,” Mom explained. “He particularly had a fetish asyabahis for toes in nylons.” To make the point, she slipped out of her heels and wiggled her nylon-clad red toes.”I-I-I don’t,” I lied, the stammering betraying my lie.”It’s okay, honey,” Mom said, sadly slipping her feet back into her heels. “Everyone has a few quirky kinks.”Before I even had time to think what I was saying, I blurted out, dying to know, “What’s yours?”Just then the waitress arrived with our wings and Mom expertly shifted our conversation to more conservative normal topics like college.My cock never shrunk, my head replaying the strange conversation over and over and over again throughout the meal even as I continued to have a normal conversation with Mom.That night, while Mom was in the shower (she always has her showers in the evening), I snuck into her room, grabbed a pair of Mom’s pantyhose and hurried to my room. I had never done this before, but after our surreal conversation I wondered what it would feel like to masturbate in pantyhose. Originally, I planned to just put the pantyhose on my hand and jerk myself off, yet before I knew it I was putting them on. Although way more difficult than one would think to get on, I eventually got the pantyhose up my legs (remembering from watching online porn that I needed to scrunch the pantyhose over the toes and slowly slide it up my leg). Once on, my stiff cock was framed in the nylon, I began rubbing my legs, ass and cock. I couldn’t resist touching myself, thinking if I was a woman I wouldn’t be able to resist caressing myself in public.Wearing pantyhose seemed kind of gay, yet the feeling was so amazing I didn’t really care. I stared at my feet in the pantyhose and was thankful when I wasn’t turned on by that.I lay on my bed, closed my eyes and rubbed my cock slowly as I imagined Mom in a Hooters outfit, minus the hideous slouch socks they wear, flirting with me. It didn’t take long to get my balls boiling and I came in the pantyhose in less than two minutes. Hearing a noise, I looked up to my door which I realized was open a crack. I gasped, mortified at the thought that Mom could have seen me. I quickly tugged the pantyhose off me and peeked out the door. The hallway was empty and the bathroom door was open which meant Mom walked past my room. I closed my door, got dressed and fretted that Mom saw me in her pantyhose.I waited a few minutes until I heard the television on downstairs before I quickly returned to her room and put her pantyhose back, not thinking of the incriminating white stain I would leave on them once my cum dried. I went back downstairs acting casual and Mom showed no signs of acting different or peculiar, which she probably would if she had seen me in my compromising cross dressing situation. A huge worry off my shoulders I made myself a snack and watched Person of Interest with her like we always did on Tuesdays.5. The forth revelation…They want to fuck meOn Friday, three days later, I came home late to see Mom and my aunt drinking having just got back themselves from some teacher Christmas party, both past tipsy.Aunt Cassie really looked ridiculously hot in a one piece black dress that had a zipper down the middle. Leaning against the kitchen counter, wine in hand, her legs in tan nylons, my cock stiffened in my pants and I already knew what my stroke fantasy would be tonight.I chatted with them a few minutes, quite drunk myself, trying to not stare too much at Aunt Cassie’s legs, before heading up to bed. After getting ready to crash, my mouth was super dry so I headed back downstairs partly to quench my thirst and partly to get another look at Aunt Cassie and Mom.I was about to enter the kitchen when I heard Mom say, “I gave him hints on Tuesday.”I froze. Was she talking about me? What hints was she referring to?I listened intently out of view.”You can’t be subtle with men. You have to literally tell them,” Aunt Cassie said, laughing.”I am not sure I am able to tell my son that I want to fuck him,” Mom responded.My mouth dropped open as I heard the words I had fantasized about my whole life and yet never in a million, trillion, years thought I would ever hear…for real.”And be his submissive slut,” Aunt Cassie added.”Well that goes without saying,” Mom playfully quipped back.”So now what?” Aunt Cassie asked.”Well I know our conversation at Hooters turned him on as he stammered like a horny fool and then I caught him masturbating while wearing my pantyhose,” Mom continued, confirming my earlier worry.”Mmmmmm,” Aunt Cassie moaned, instantly making my already stiff cock flinch as I imagined seeing her face make such a sexy noise. “Does he know you saw him?””No, I don’t think so,” Mom answered.”You should have just walked in his room, crawled into his bed, straddled his cock and rode him like a cowboy,” Aunt Cassie said, as I pulled out my cock that was in desperate need of release.”God, I wish I would have,” Mom said, before adding, “I fucking need to get laid soon or my cunt will shrivel up and die.””Go seduce him now,” Aunt Cassie suggested, my eyes going big.”I can’t, I need him to make the first move. I couldn’t handle it if he rejected me and thought his mother was some sick dirty slut,” Mom said, sounding insecure like my last girlfriend.”Based on his constant drool over you, I don’t think he will reject you,” Aunt Cassie correctly predicted.”Even so,” Mom said. After a lengthy pause she added, “I did get to kinda taste his cum.””Fuck off,” Aunt Cassie gasped.”The pantyhose he jerked off in were back in my drawer I noticed at bedtime and well….””You sucked his cum out of your pantyhose, why you dirty little slut,” Aunt Cassie said, finishing Mom’s sentence.”Isn’t that twisted,” Mom said, her tone both mortified and somehow playfully naughty.”Twisted, yes; fucking hot, for sure,” Aunt Cassie said.”I’ve got to stop this,” Mom said.”What? Fantasizing about fucking your sexy son?””Yes, it’s unhealthy.””So is fast food, but you still eat it again and again,” Aunt Cassie said.”Not sure going to Kentucky Fried Chicken too much and obsessing about my son making me his dirty whore is the same thing.””Well you are finger lickin’ good and you love choking on a bone,” Aunt Cassie crudely joked.”You are so fucked up,” Mom said, even as she laughed.”Two bottles of wine will do that,” Aunt Cassie said.”Maybe when I sober up these uncontrollable sexual urges will go away,” Mom said.”Unlikely, we have been having this discussion since his eighteenth birthday,” Aunt Cassie revealed.”Well, I did think waking him up with a blow job would have been a great birthday present,” Mom replied.”Do you know what you are giving him for Christmas?” Aunt Cassie asked.”No idea,” Mom replied.”Well maybe you give yourself to him for Christmas,” Aunt Cassie suggested.”You are scandalous,” Mom playfully laughed.”So is this,” Aunt Cassie replied sultrily, snapping her fingers.”Not here, what if Christian comes down,” Mom protested.”Then he will really come,” Aunt Cassie replied playing on the word come.”Oh God?” Mom moaned.”Now crawl over here and lick your baby sister,” Aunt Cassie ordered.”Yes, Mistress,” Mom replied.”Maybe I should just order you to fuck your son,” Aunt Cassie ordered.”Give me two more weeks, Mistress, I promise I will submit to him by Christmas,” Mom promised.”You’ll let his candy cane fill your little wreath,” Aunt Cassie playfully asked, drunk enough to think she thought the wreath reference was logical.Mom laughed, “I am going to fill his Christmas stocking…with me.””Good, but first come and get your favourite treat,” Aunt Cassie cooed.I peeked around the corner and watched amazed. Aunt Cassie had unzipped her black dress and Mom was between her legs licking her younger sister; watching the i****t act between my two greatest stroke fantasies was easily the hottest thing I had ever seen.After a couple of minutes, Aunt Cassie started talking dirty, “That’s it, you little slut, lick my cunt,” and, “Only a dirty fucking slut would fantasize about fucking their son,” and “Beg to taste my cum, slut.”Mom’s hand was frantically rubbing herself it seemed, although I couldn’t tell from my angle as she answered, “Mistress sister, will you please come all over your big sister’s slutty face.””What do you want your son to do to you, slut?” Aunt Cassie asked.”I want him to fuck me,” Mom moaned, all the while still licking.”That’s it, slut? Be more fucking detailed,” Aunt Cassie ordered, pushing Mom’s head away.Mom, seemingly hungry to continue licking, she rambled, “Oh God, Mistress sister, I want to suck his cock and feel his cum slide down my throat; I want to feel his cock fuck my long neglected cunt and feel his cum explode in me; I want to feel my ass pounded hard and be made to be his Mommy-whore; I want to obey his every order, become his submissive slave and he my Master.”Aunt Cassie grabbed Mom’s head and said, “Lick me slut, suck baby sister’s clit.”Less than a minute later, Aunt Cassie’s moans getting increasingly louder, finally came, “Thaaaaaat’s it, big sister, swallow all my cuuuuuuuunt juice.”I was about to explode, but quit stroking myself not wanting to come all over the wall.A moment later, Aunt Cassie let Mom’s head go and said, “Fuck big sister you really went to town tonight.””I have always loved eating your cunt,” Mom said.”Another glass of wine?” Aunt Cassie asked.”I suppose one more wouldn’t hurt,” Mom shrugged, standing up.I quickly moved away, scared of being caught and quickly moved back upstairs. I closed my door, grabbed another picture from Dad’s or Mom’s collection of photos and jumped on my bed. I began furiously pumping my cock, replaying the i****t scene between Mom and my aunt while looking at another photo of a stranger’s legs and feet in nylons wishing I hadn’t wrecked the one of Mom by coming on it.Knowing that Mom wanted to fuck me, to be my pet, was surreal and hot and in a few quick strokes, I was coming.Lying on my bed, covered in my own cum, I began to consider my options. Mom wanted to be my submissive and I was going to make that wish come true.6. Aunt Cassie FirstThe next morning, well truthfully it was 12:30 so it was actually afternoon, I came downstairs, my mind a fog of last night. I was pretty hammered last night and even as the memories of last night came flooding back I couldn’t really believe they were real.That Mom wanted to fuck me.That Mom was a submissive to Aunt Cassie.That Mom ate out Aunt Cassie in the kitchen.That Mom wanted to be my submissive slut.I walked into the front room and was instantly distracted. First, Aunt Cassie had a candy cane in her mouth which had me flash back to calling my cock a candy cane. Secondly, although she was in a different outfit, she was still wearing her thigh highs and I could see the lace tops.I stammered distracted, “H-h-how was last night?”Aunt Cassie yawned, obviously still tired, “It was a pretty good time. How about you?””Same old, same old,” I shrugged, the party itself rather dull.”Really?” Aunt Cassie asked. “I would think last night was anything but same old, same old.””What do you mean?” I asked, wondering if she somehow knew I watched last night.My wondering was instantly answered when she asked, “Did you learn anything about your mother last night?””N-n-no,” I stammered.Aunt asyabahis güvenilir mi Cassie stood up and walked towards me as she asked her tone dripping with naughty innuendo, “Nothing at all?”Her tone making my cock stiffen, I tried to play it cool, shifting from nervous to confident, I said, “You mean that you and Mom dyke out?””Well that too,” Aunt Cassie smiled, before adding, “but that wasn’t the real revelation of the night was it?””No, I guess there was a bigger one,” I said, grabbing my cock.Aunt Cassie, surprised me by moving her hand to my cock, “Hmmmmm, very nice.””You are not too bad yourself,” I countered.”So I hope you are going to take the information you learned last night and use it to your advantage,” Aunt Cassie said.I was about to cup her voluptuous breasts when I heard footsteps.”Don’t waste this opportunity, stud,” Aunt Cassie said, giving my cock a firm squeeze before sitting back down just as Mom entered the living room.All weekend I had pondered the many different ways to fuck my Mom. A dozen times, I went to just take her, yet every time I was in the same room with her I chickened out. I couldn’t cross the invisible line of i****t even though I knew she was willing, eager and submissive.On Monday, I decided to go see Aunt Cassie at her school after dinner recalling she said she was staying after school to decorate her classroom for Christmas. I wanted to discuss with her how to best make Mom my slut…yet as soon as I saw her, another plan popped into my head.I walked into her classroom, which in a kindergarten class is more of Romper Room than a classroom, closed the door and said, “We need to talk.”Aunt Cassie turned around, smiled when she saw me, and asked innocently, “About what?”Her dress would have caused high school students to drool, but her young students had no idea how hot she was or how big her breasts are, particularly in the dress she was wearing.”The fact that I have decided to make Mom my slut,” I boldly answered.”Is that so?” she asked coyly.Going for broke, I added, “But I also plan to make Mom’s slut sister my whore too.”Her eyes went big briefly, clearly surprised by my declaration, but she recovered quickly, “How do you know your Mom’s slut sister would submit to such an arrangement?”I walked to her confidently, put my hands on her shoulders, and lowered her to the ground. As expected, she didn’t resist as she looked up at me expectantly.”You will obey everything your Master tells you to do. And right now, he wants you to suck his thick cock,” I said, looking down at her.”Hmmmm, Master, I like that,” Aunt Cassie said, before adding, “Just a moment.” She stood up and walked to the door, closed the blind and locked the door, before returning to exactly where she was. “So where was I?””You were about to serve your Master,” I answered.”Riiiiiight,” she purred, fishing my cock out of my pants.”Mmmmmmmmmm, your mother was right, your cock is big,” Aunt Cassie teased as she stroked my eight inch cock. Opening her mouth wide, she took my mushroom top in and swirled her tongue around it.”That’s it, slut,” I groaned, thinking of all the stories I had read online about submissive sluts. “Worship your new Master’s cock.”She moaned on my cock, making my cock vibrate, as she began to slowly take my cock in her mouth. As I watched my cock disappear in my aunt’s mouth in awe at one of my fantasies actually happening.She bobbed back and forth slowly until she had all eight inches between her lips.I groaned, “Good slut, now bob back and forth like the slut you are.”She obeyed, shifting from slow and smooth to fast and hungry, and I knew I had less than a minute before I was going to explode in her mouth. I warned a few seconds later, “Here comes my cum, Aunt Slut, swallow it all.”She went faster at my announcement and I sprayed a full load of my cum into her eager mouth. She didn’t slow down at all, swallowing every drop of my seed.A moment later, I pulled my cock out of her mouth and she said, her tone dripping with innuendo, “So does Master want to fuck his slut’s cunt?””Yes he does, when Master thinks she has earned it,” I replied.”W-w-what?” she stammered, surprised by my answer.”Once you have helped me turn Mom into my slut, you will earn your privilege to have my cock in your cunt,” I answered, before adding, “and ass.””You bastard,” she smiled, realizing my intent.”Your Master,” I corrected, shoving my cock back in her mouth.I shot another load, this time all over Aunt Cassie’s face, before we chatted about the plan to make both Mom’s and my fantasy of mother-son i****t come true.7. The Chess Game of LustThe first plan was to simply wake her up by shoving my cock in her mouth; the second plan was to have Mom catch me fucking her sister’s face; the third plan was so much more complex, so much slower and so much more fun. We were going to drive Mom crazy with temptation first, trying to push her to make the first move.A couple of days later, Mom got home and as she walked into the living room exclaimed, “What a long day.”I joked, “Actually every day is exactly the same length.””Funny, smart guy,” she quipped, collapsing on the couch.Seeing my opportunity, to start the temptation teasing, I joined her on the couch, lifted her nylon legs up and put them on my lap.”Does Mom need a foot massage?” I asked, putting my hands on her left foot.”What?” she asked, surprised by my offer.”Just relax Mom,” I said, as I began massaging her foot.”That feels nice,” Mom said a minute later.”Good, any time you want a foot massage just ask,” I said, my cock stiffening under her legs.”Be careful what you offer, or you will be massaging my feet every day,” Mom playfully joked.”Then I will massage your feet every day, Mom. I will do anything to make you happy, you know that, right?” I asked, my cock purposely flinching to imply my intent.Her face flushed, as she stammered, distracted by my stiff cock, “Of-of-of course, dear.” After a moment of silence, she offered me the same implied deal that meant way more than the usual words from a mother to a son would mean, “You know I would do anything to make you happy too, right?””I do, Mom, but it is you who really needs to just go out and get what you want. After all your sacrifices to raise me,” I responded, making my cock flinch on the word ‘raise’, while continuing with so much innuendo it was ridiculous, “you deserve to get whatever makes you happy over and over again.”Mom’s face was beet red as I switched to her other foot and continued the massage while the silence lingered between us, the invisible line of i****t all that kept both of us from ravishing each other.I massaged her feet for a few more minutes before finishing, standing up and saying, “I need to go do some studying.””Oh, okay,” she said, her tone implying disappointment, I assumed she hoped I would take her then and there. But the plan was to tease her relentlessly first…although teasing her was also teasing me.I went to my room and pulled out a picture of Mom in nylons from Cassie’s high school graduation that Cassie had given me to masturbate to once I told her what I had done to the other picture. It didn’t show a lot of leg as it was a long gown, but it still showed her sexy feet in nylons.Replaying Mom’s and my naughty conversation in my head, I stared at the picture and masturbated knowing it was going to be pretty soon that I had not one, but two sluts for my personal pleasure.Not surprisingly, the feel of Mom’s silky nylon feet still lingering, it didn’t take long for me to erupt.Over the next few days, it was both pure torture and exhilarating fun. Each of us gave hint after hint after hint that we were interested in inappropriate action, yet neither of us crossed that invisible line.Mom started dressing in shorter skirts, giving me tit crushing hugs every morning and kissing me on the cheek before she left in the morning and again before bed. Each kiss was closer and closer to my lips and yet she wouldn’t kiss my lips. The temptation to grab her, shove her onto her knees and fuck her face was almost impossible to resist, yet I did knowing the end plan was near. Instead, I deposited a load or two or three in Aunt Cassie’s mouth every day to lessen my temptation to take Mom.On December 23rd, Mom was dressed in an outfit so hot, I barely resisted bending her over the couch and fucking her from behind. Yet, I resisted, immediately driving to Aunt Cassie’s and fucking her face with my cock so hard my balls bounced off her chin.Meanwhile, I gave Mom foot massages every day, my hand slyly moving to her ankle, her calf and her knee. She always opened her legs enough to meander as I wanted, keeping her eyes closed, seemingly waiting for me to just take her.Aunt Cassie told me that Mom told her I was driving her nuts with my teasing and she desperately wanted me to just take her and make her my bitch.On Christmas Eve, Mom suggested we dress up and have a fancy dinner just her and me. I put on dress pants, a nice shirt and a tie and headed downstairs where Mom had created a Christmas wonderland and was dressed in a sexy black dress and black pantyhose. Around the house was mistletoe…everywhere. I walked under one the instant I walked in the room and she kissed my cheek, lingering longer than necessary, her sweet perfume drawing me in.In the kitchen, she kissed me again when I walked under the mistletoe and again when I opened the fridge that was also under mistletoe. She giggled, “It seems I may be kissing you all night.”I said back, “If you weren’t my Mom, I would think this was a plan to seduce me.”Her face flushed, but it seemed to dishearten her….I hadn’t taken the bait. We had dinner, where we talked about Christmas tomorrow, New Year’s Eve party that her work friends were throwing and my final exams that had not gone as well as I would have liked (mostly because I was preoccupied with fucking my mother, but I didn’t tell her that).After dinner, I turned on Home Alone, our traditional Christmas movie, and turned around to see my Mom posing. Her sultry look telling me she was mine for the taking…all I had to do was take her.Yet, I instead just joined her on the couch, started the movie and massaged her feet…which I did the whole movie. Massaging each toe individually, the bottom of her soles, her ankles, calf, and even up to her thigh, which had Mom letting out undeniable moans…yet I resisted the temptation to take her. That would be tomorrow.8. Best Christmas Present Ever…MOMAfter midnight, long after Mom was asleep, Aunt Cassie snuck into the house, into my bedroom and swallowed my load. She then slept at the foot of the bed, like a good submissive, as we eagerly waited for tomorrow morning.I was woken up the same way I went to sleep, a blow job from my sub Aunt Cassie. I deposited a load in her mouth and she whispered, “Merry Christmas, Master.””Merry Christmas, slut,” I replied.”When do I get my big Christmas present?” she asked, stressing the word big.”After your slut sister does,” I smiled. “Now go down stairs and make some noise so she wakes up.”After she left, I smiled…it was Christmas Day.The day that I would make Mom mine.The day I would give Mom the best Christmas present ever…eight inches of my cock.The day I would make so many fantasies asyabahis giriş come true.I got out of bed and jumped in the shower.Twenty minutes later, I went downstairs and found Mom and Aunt Cassie having coffee.”Merry Christmas Mom,” I said, kissing her cheek.”Merry Christmas, Christian,” she returned.”Merry Christmas, Aunt Cassie,” I greeted, also kissing her cheek.”Merry Christmas,” she answered back.We had breakfast and I suggested, “We should get dressed up and take some family pictures today.””Great idea,” the sisters said in unison.My first hint of power, I said, “I expect you both in nylons.””Yes, sir,” Aunt Cassie replied in a joking manner.Mom replied, “Isn’t he just like his father.””Only way sexier,” Aunt Cassie replied.Mom laughed, “Creepy, but true.”They headed upstairs and I got the camera and tripod ready.When they came down finally, after over half an hour, I could tell that Mom had had a pussy snack. Her face was shiny and her cheeks were red. She was also dressed in an outfit that I had never seen before.I asked, “Is that new?””Actually, it is an outfit from high school that your aunt thinks still fits me,” Mom said.”Well, it makes you look a lot younger,” I complimented.”You know just the right words to say,” Mom said back.”Is there something on your face, Mom?” I asked.”P-p-pardon?” Mom stammered, clearly mortified by the question.”Your face seems shiny,” I explained.Cassie laughed, “Your face does seem shiny, Annabelle.”Mom said finally, “It’s a new cream.””Well, it makes you look even prettier, Mom, you should use it every day,” I said.”Oh, I think that is a great idea, don’t you, Annabelle?” Cassie teased.”Y-y-yes,” Mom agreed sheepishly, embarrassed by the conversation, but I think confident that she had avoided being caught with her sister’s pussy juice on her face.”Let’s take these,” I said.We took a few of the three of us and then I suggested we take some of each of us as individuals.I had Mom pose first, because the next part of the plan was to have slut Cassie show more leg than she should for family pictures.Mom did a few poses, seeming to enjoy showing a reasonable amount of leg, turning around and giggling like she was a cheerleader in a high school photo shoot.Cassie said, “Bend over.”Mom laughed, “What and show my son my pantyhose clad ass?”When Mom didn’t do it, Cassie sighed, “Fine, it’s my turn.”All of Cassie’s poses were sexy and teasing, but then she gave the thigh high stockings pose. “Get a good look at this, nylon fetish boy,” Cassie teased.I acted all upset, “Mom, you told Aunt Cassie?”Mom protested, “I didn’t, like I said you don’t hide it well.””Nor do you hide well the impact checking out your aunt’s legs does to you,” Cassie said, pointing to my fully erect cock.”Well, why don’t you do something about it slut,” I ordered Cassie, finally going for the kill.Mom gasped.Cassie ordered, taking control of the situation, “Slut, your son is talking to you.”Mom gasped again as I reached for mistletoe.I dropped my pants, revealing I was going commando, put the mistletoe over my cock and said, “Mom, come get your Christmas present.”Mom gasped a third time as she stared at my cock.Cassie said, “Go ahead slut, your Christmas present is right there just waiting for you.””R-r-really?” Mom asked, like a c***d who got exactly what they wanted for Christmas.”It’s now or never,” I said, stroking my cock.Mom looked to Aunt Cassie one last time before quickly moving to me and dropping to her knees. She looked up at me and asked, “Are y-y-you sure?””Suck my cock now,” I ordered, before adding the last word, “Mommy-slut.”She smiled, moaned, opened her mouth and took my cock between her lips.I groaned, after a minute of her tongue swirling around my mushroom top, “That’s it, Mom, you made this cock just for you, didn’t you?”Taking my cock out of her mouth, her tongue slithering down my cock, she answered, “I made a perfect big cock.””I hope you think so because it is going to be in all three of your holes,” I said.”Hmmmmmm, does my big boy want to fuck Mommy?” She asked, her tone slutty as hell.”God, yes,” I groaned, as she took my balls in her mouth.Slowly she moved her tongue back up my cock and hungrily bobbed back and forth on my cock.Aunt Cassie who had been silent during the brief moment of Mom’s submission said, “So are you two going to consummate this i****tual relationship, or what?”I was really enjoying watching Mom bob back and forth on my cock, but asked, “Is Mom ready for her big Christmas present?””God, yes,” Mom said, as she allowed my cock to slip out of my mouth dripping with her saliva.”Let’s take this upstairs,” Cassie suggested.”Good idea,” I agreed.Mom went to stand up, but I ordered, “Crawl, my pet.”Mom smiled, “You are such a bad boy.”Aunt Cassie and I made it to the room first and Cassie pushed me onto the bed and engulfed my cock with her mouth.Mom reaching the room, still on her knees, crawled to the bed and waited further instructions.I said, “Do you think you deserve your Christmas present or should I give it to your slutty sister?””Oh please, Christian,” Mom begged. “I need my Christmas present so badly.””Slut Cassie, go get Mom’s cunt ready for my cock,” I ordered.”Yes, Master,” Cassie obeyed, as she allowed my cock to slip out of her mouth. Looking down at Mom, she ordered, “Get on the bed, slut,””Yes, Mistress,” Mom agreed, crawling onto the bed.Cassie demanded, “On all fours, my pet.”Mom eagerly obeyed.Cassie lifted up Mom’s skimpy skirt, ripped open Mom’s pantyhose at the crotch, before ordering, “Don’t move you silly slut, wearing panties…really.””S-s-sorry,” Mom stammered.Cassie left the room and I patiently waited, watching my Mom on the bed on all fours.Cassie returned with scissors in her hand. She got back on the bed and warned, “Don’t move, sister slave.””Of course, Mistress sister,” Mom agreed.Cassie quickly cut Mom’s panties and once cut, she pulled them out from the pantyhose and tossed me Mom’s underwear.”Are they wet?” Cassie asked.”Soaking wet,” I said, the crotch very damp.”You slut,” Cassie said, slapping Mom’s ass. “Did you get wet thinking about fucking your son?””Yeeeees,” Mom admitted, as Cassie’s finger rubbed her clit.”Tell me what you want for Christmas,” Cassie ordered.Mom moaned again as Cassie buried her face in Mom’s cunt. “All I want for Christmas is my son’s big cock.”I chuckled at Mom’s answer as I stood up and joined the two lovely women in my life. Deciding I wanted both of these beautiful women at the same time, I ordered, “Cassie get on all fours beside Mom.””Hmmm, yes Master,” Cassie moaned, quitting licking Mom’s cunt and positioning herself beside Mom.”Get that cunt of yours ready for me, Aunt Slut,” I demanded.”Yes, Master,” Cassie agreed, quickly discarding her skirt all the while staying on all fours which was super hot to watch, revealing she wasn’t wearing any underwear.I moved behind Mom and plunged my cock into her deeply with one hard thrust.”Fuuuuuuck, yeees,” Mom screamed as I filled her up.I pulled out just as quickly, moved to Cassie and plunged my cock deeply into her.”Oh yes, stud, fuck Auntie,” Cassie begged as I filled her.I pulled back out, moved to Mom and filled her again with five deep hard thrusts.Mom whimpered, “Oh yes, baby, give Mommy all your cock.”I pulled back out and filled Cassie with the exact same five deep hard thrusts.”Yes, fuck me,” Cassie moaned.Both begged me to just fuck them but I wanted this Christmas present to never end. I went back and forth for the next few minutes, teasing and pleasing both women, without ever getting them close to getting off.Finally, deciding I wanted to focus just on Mom, I ordered, “Aunt Slut go offer Mom your pussy while I give Mom the rest of her Christmas present.””You promise to give me my Christmas present too, right?” Cassie asked, as she moved around to Mom’s head.”Oh, I have lots of gifts to give today,” I smiled as I slid my cock back in Mom’s warm cunt.”Oh yes, son, fuck Mommy hard,” Mom moaned.”Tell me what you are, Mommy,” I grunted, as I slammed into her shoving her face between her sister’s spread legs.”I’m your sluuuuuut, baby,” Mom replied.”My submissive?” I questioned.”God yes, I’ll obey every order, Maaaaaaaaster,” she moaned her breathing getting more erratic.”My cocksucker,” I continued.”Yes, yes,” she said, her orgasm obviously getting close.”My cunt to fuck whenever or wherever I want.””Oh yessss, Mommy’s cunt is yooooooours,” she screamed.”And your ass is mine too,” I finished.”Yes, sooooon, my ass is yours toooooo, please can I commmmmmme, Maaaaaster,” Mom babbled, apparently waiting for permission to come.”Come for your Master, Mommy,” I grunted, my own balls close to exploding.Seconds later, Mom screamed, “You’re making Mommmmmmmy cooooome.”Her body shook and she collapsed head first into her sister’s cunt. I leaned forward and continued pounding Mom hard for a few more strokes before I grunted, “I’m coming in you, Mommmmmm.”She moaned, breathing stilted, “Yeeeeees, baby, fill Mommy’s cunt with your cuuuuuuuuum.”I shot rope after rope of my seed deep inside Mom’s cunt until I didn’t have a drop of cum left.Pulling out, I moved to Cassie and shoved my cock in her mouth demanding, “Keep me hard for your cunt.”Although her head was in an awkward position, she cleaned her sister’s juices off my cock while Mom recovered from her own orgasm while still slowly licking Cassie’s cunt.After a few minutes, I lied down on my back and ordered, “Aunt Slut, come and get your Christmas present.”Seconds later, Cassie was bouncing up and down on my cock, while Mom moved over to me and began kissing and licking my nipples.The pleasure from Cassie bouncing hard on my cock, mixed with Mom’s tongue on my nipples, had me in a new sexual euphoria.After ten minutes of my sexy aunt riding me, Mom moved to my ear, bit it playfully and whispered a whole bunch of nasty things:”I can’t wait until you fuck my ass.””Do you want to watch Auntie and I fuck each other with a double ended dildo?””Or in a naughty sixty-nine.””How about coming all over my face and making me go next door to borrow some milk.””I love my son, my master.””Mommy’s mouth, cunt and ass are yours to use whenever you wish, wherever you wish, Mommy will never say no.””I’ll crawl under a table at a restaurant and suck you dry.””Have you eat me under my desk while I teach.””Have you come in my cunt and leave my panties off while I sit in church.””I will obey, Master, Mommy is yours to suck, to fuck.””Oh fuuuuuuuuck,” I groaned, as I shot my load deep into Cassie, Mom’s nasty talk too much to handle.Cassie moaned too, “Oh yes, baby, come in Auntie, I’m so close.”I began bucking my ass up to meet her and she screamed, “Oh, yes, yes, harder, yes, fuck, ohhhhh, shiiiit, fuuuck, yeeeeees.”I felt her cunt juice flood out of her and onto my cock and pubes as she continued riding me.A minute later, her orgasm done, she fell off me and Mom surprised me again my moving her head to my cock and licking up her sister’s juices.A few minutes later, a woman in each arm, I whispered, “Merry Christmas.”Mom laughed, grabbing my cock, “Oh, Merry Christmas indeed, to the gift that just keeps on giving.”EPILOGUE:That night, I took both Mom and Aunt Cassie’s ass, watched them fuck each other with a strap-on and finished my last load all over their faces and watched them share my cum in the hottest, nastiest lesbian i****t kiss ever.This was easily the best Christmas ever.A few weeks later we learned we received two more belated Christmas presents…both Mom and Aunt Cassie were pregnant.THE END

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