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                                             AUNT MABLE'S VISIT 
 
                                                       by D. Abby

                                                       Chapter - 10 
 
Milt had shot off twice and that was his usual limit for any night.   They all 
knew that this would be an all day affair.  With the added stimulus of Art and 
the longer time to be covered he would be capable of delivering several more 
loads of cum before the day was over. 

Art had shot off four times but they were certain from their combined 
experience with Herb and with Mable's experience with Art and Jerry, if they 
spaced it out properly, he could be persuaded to come four or more additional 
times.  Art, as with most young adolescents, had remarkable recuperative 
powers. 

By this time both men were sporting hard pricks but the women decided that 
it was time for a break.  They had been fucking and sucking for over three 
hours already and they wanted to conserve the mens' natural resources.  They 
had all afternoon and evening.  The women knew that both Art and Milt 
would perform better and be able to deliver more if their comes were spaced 
out over a longer period of time.  They'd had eaten a rather skimpy breakfast 
and Jane was sure that Art needed more nourishment than several loads of 
cum and a half pint of cunt juice.  

It was only eleven so they dressed and went for a swim at a nearby swimming 
pool.  Art enjoyed the swim and felt refreshed after he had swum for a 
awhile.  He found that he wasn't using as much of his time at the pool trying 
to imagine what the girls' skimpy swim suits were hiding. He wanted to go 
back home and resume where he had left off this morning. 

His mother insisted that they stop on the way home at an Italian restaurant 
even though they all preferred Chinese food.  Jane insisted that with all the 
energy Art was putting out he needed a high calorie heavy meal.  Meat and 
pasta would do more for Art than Chinese food.

Once Art started on the meal he proved his mother was right.  In spite of the 
fact that he really wanted to get home and continue with what they'd started 
that morning he asked for a second serving of spaghetti after he had finished 
his normal meal. By the time he finished everyone was ready to go home.

They returned to the house and Milt insisted that they rest for another hour.  
They had a good time outguessing the contestants on two quiz shows.  By this 
time Mable was spreading her legs again, and as on the previous nights, she 
had no undergarments on.  Milt looked at his son when he had been quiet for 
a few minutes and saw him gazing at his aunt.  He noticed that Art's pants 
were pushed out in front.  Milt laughed. 

"Okay, Mable, what are you after now?  As if I didn't know.  How about 
accepting me as a substitute and let Art fuck his mother.  They haven't fucked 
today."

Art looked from one adult to the other and each of them grinned and shook 
their heads yes.  Art started up the stairs shedding his clothes on the way.  
Again the adults were slightly more dignified but it didn't take them more than 
two minutes to be upstairs in their birthday suits.  They kissed and hugged all 
around, did a little groping, and Art made it a point to rub up against each of 
them.  He liked the feel of his prick rubbing against their nude bodies.

Jane was absolutely fascinated with her son's just pubescent prick.  Mable 
had been right, she had peeked through the bathroom keyhole more than once 
and finger fucked herself while she watched Art jerk off.  She leaned over 
and licked a drop of pre cum from her son's throbbing cock.  Art decided that 
this was a good time to try that trip around the world bit.  He lay down beside 
his mother and hugged and kissed her.  He rubbed her lips with his tongue 
until she opened her mouth to accept it. 

They sucked on each other's tongues for a while and Art moved away and 
licked her cheek and neck.  He nibbled on her earlobe and probed her ear 
with his tongue.  He thought he got a satisfactory number of jumps and 
wiggles.  Evidently he was doing it right. 

Milt and Mable had started to get together when they saw this action going 
on.  They watched what Art was doing and formed an impromptu cheering 
section. 

"Go to it, Art.  Make your mother wiggle." 

"Atta boy, son.  Make her jump." 

Art grinned at his aunt and father and went back to the job he was doing on 
his mother.  He was glad his father had taught him about a trip around the 
world.  Art licked his mother's neck and attacked the other ear.  After getting 
an adequate response from that ploy he licked his way down his mother's 
chest and over the upper surfaces of his mother's tits.  

He licked all around the nipples and found that his mother was particularly 
sensitive in the crease under each of her tits.  He spent some extra time 
eliciting wiggles by licking there.  He moved back and sucked on each of her 
nipples until it was hard and the pink ring all around it was crinkly. 

"Ahhh!  Suck them baby!  Suck them like you did when you were an infant.  I 
always had to get your father to fuck me after you nursed because you left me 
so horny.  Suck your mother's tits!" 

Art sucked his mother's tits.  He got one as hard as he could then switched.  
He licked under Jane's tits and it got a violent reaction from her.  He spent 
some time under each of her tits.  He let his prick drag along his mother's legs 
as he licked on down her belly.  He worked his way around it and felt his 
mother tense up for the tongue probe in her navel. 

He licked all around it waiting for her to relaxed then he pushed in his tongue 
and his mother almost jumped off the bed.  He'd done that one right too.  His 
father and aunt applauded.  Art tongue bathed his mother's lower belly and 
licked all over her bush.  Jane raised her hips in supplication. 

"Lap it, baby!  Lap my cunt!" 

Just as his father had done with his prick Art gave his mothers cunt a few 
licks and sucked her clit for a head bob or two.  He moved on down to his 
mother's legs. 

"You fucking little bastard!  You're going to make me wait for the whole trip. 
 I'm having orgasms already!" 

Both Milt and Jane roared with laughter and they applauded again.  From 
their reaction Art knew he was doing the right thing.  He licked the outside of 
each leg thoroughly all the way down to the soles of his mother's feet.  To his 
satisfaction he elicited giggles and wiggles from his mother.  It was a lot of 
fun to suck on each of his mother's toes.  After finishing all ten toes, he turned 
his mother on to her stomach. 

His mother knew what was coming she stiffened as his tongue approached the 
back of her knees.  He took care of that, again he licked all around the area 
and created other diversions until he felt his mother's body relax.  Now he 
gave each of them a heavy swipe with his tongue and his mother almost flew 
off the bed again. 

More laughs and applause.  He paid particular attention to the sensitive inside 
of his mother's thighs and had her wiggling all over the place before he 
finished up in that area. 

Now came the ass.  He tongue bathed his mother's ass cheeks and waist, 
coming near but not touching her ass crack.  He was going to make his 
mother really want to have her cunt lapped.  When his mother relaxed again 
he forcefully ran his tongue the whole length of her ass crack and got another 
jump.  He worked his tongue as deep as he could into her asshole and probed 
that for a while.  His mother was squirming all over the bed.  He applied his 
tongue to her cunt again. 

Jane couldn't take any more, she rolled over, grabbed her son, and pulled him 
up to kiss him. 

"No, Art, baby!  Not this time, I want to be screwed not chewed.  I want your 
lovely young prick jammed up my cunt as far as it will go.  Fuck your mother, 
Art!  Fuck me!" 

Jane reached between their bodies and positioned the head of Art's prick 
between her inner cunt lips, it slid right into her well greased channel, and his 
sparse pubic hair was pressed against his mother's groin.  He could feel his 
mother's cunt contracting around his prick. He had given her a good trip 
around the world, she was having orgasms already. 

It was a good thing she was having her orgasms because Art couldn't last 
much longer.  All the things he'd been doing had gotten him pretty hot.  Art's 
hips flashed up and down and his mother's hips met each and every thrust.  
Their groins slapped together each time Art thrust.  Art couldn't hold out any 
longer; spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Jane's cunt gathered in her 
son's tribute. 

Both of them collapsed, Art still laying on his mothers body.  It was more 
than a few moments before they caught their breaths.  Art pulled his limp 
prick out of his mother's cunt and moved in to lick his cum out.  Jane did the 
same service for Art.  Both of them made sure the whole area was clean and 
Jane started a new hard on for Art by tongue fucking his ass. 

"Jane, you ought to be a little more careful with your language.  I know Art is 
little, although his prick is fair sized for a kid his age, and he certainly is a 
fucker, but he's not a bastard.  I'm absolutely certain that I'm his father." 
There was more laughter and even Art joined in.  He knew who his father 
was, no one could convince him otherwise.  He knew he wasn't a bastard. 

It was time for Milt and Aunt Mable to perform while Jane and Art watched.  
The two of them opted for a missionary style fuck.  Watching Art and Jane 
had them hot enough that they didn't want to bother with anything fancy. 

Mable lay down, Milt mounted her and inserted his prick.  Art watched the 
full length of his father's prick ride into his aunt's cunt.  Mable wrapped her 
legs around his father and wiggled her hips. 

Art got between their legs so he could watch closer.  He never got tired of 
seeing sex up close and watching his father's big prick ride in and out of a 
cunt was especially fascinating.  Even though he'd just shot a load into his 
mother's cunt watching from this angle had his prick throbbing up to a new 
hard on.

It was while Art was fucking his aunt that his father first licked his prick.  
That had really gotten to Art and he decided this would be a good time to pay 
his father back.  Art leaned in, licked each of the pair of assholes as they went 
by, stopped and probed each of them a couple of times. 

He timed his father's thrusts and caught his father's prick as it drew out of his 
aunt's cunt.  He applied his tongue as hard as he could and held it firm. As his 
father pushed in again he allowed his tongue to ride with it.  It went right into 
his aunt's cunt along with his father's prick.  He kept it pushed in as his father 
drew out.  Wow! 

"What the hell are you doing down there you little fucker?" 

"That's a blast!  Whatever it is, keep on doing it." 

Art kept on doing it.  He licked his father's prick as it came out of his aunt's 
cunt and allowed his tongue to ride in along with his father's prick.  The 
position was a little uncomfortable but he sure was getting a reaction. He felt 
his father stiffen up and Aunt Mable's hips went faster and faster.  Spurt, 
spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble, dribble; Milt's load of cum gushed out of his 
prick. 

Art was right there licking it up as it oozed out of his aunt's cunt.  He kept 
right on licking the prick and the cunt until his father's prick went limp and he 
had the cum cleaned off of both. 

"Art, How did you manage that.  I thought I'd had every experience possible 
but that was a new one on me." 

"Gees, son, yeah.  What were you doing?" 

"Well, pop, the first time you touched my prick with your tongue was when I 
fucked Aunt Mable.  When I tried to do the same to you, your prick dragged 
my tongue right into Aunt Mable's cunt.  It was a lot of fun and you seemed to 
like what I was doing a lot." 

"You bet we did.  Maybe your aunt's right.  We could make a fortune renting 
you out." 

There was another round of laughter.  Milt's prick was limp but Art's was 
hard, throbbing, oozing pre cum, and pointing to the ceiling.  Jane looked at 
Mable; Mable looked at Jane; they both looked at Milt;  all three looked at 
Art. 

He wondered what was going to happen. The adults had something in mind 
that had to do with him.  It was useless to ask questions when his family 
looked at him like that he would just have to wait and find out. 

He didn't have to wait long.  Milt laid him down on the bed and lay on top of 
him.  Jane got on one side and Mable on the other.  Milt started with the 
French kisses and each of the women licked an ear.  Art realized what was 
going to happen.  Wow!  A three way trip around the world. 

Art wondered how long he could last under this sort of treatment.  He knew 
he couldn't last very long, his prick was throbbing already.  He wanted this 
trip around the world to last as long as possible.  Art lay back and relaxed as 
much as he could.  He knew he wouldn't be able to stay relaxed for long 
either.

The three of them followed the normal course of a trip around the world.  
They worked him over, down over the neck, across the chest, suck on his 
nipples, and probe his navel.  There was a major difference, both his nipples 
being sucked when someone pushed a tongue into his belly button.  He didn't 
have a chance to brace for anything that happened.  Wow! 

They covered every inch of his belly down to his prick then each of the 
women sucked on one of his balls while Milt licked the pre cum off the tip.  
Two of the adults worked their way down his legs while the other would 
attack his body at some other random point.  Just when he knew what to 
expect next they would switch.  If the adults hadn't been surrounding him, Art 
would have squirmed himself off the bed. 

They licked their way up the backs of Arts legs with special attention to the 
sensitive spots behind his knees and on the inside of his thighs.  In the middle 
of that a tongue from nowhere pushed into his asshole and Art was almost off 
the bed again.  They tongue bathed his whole back and ass then two mouths 
sucked his balls again while a third tongue probed his ass.  Art reached his 
limit, pushed them away, turned on to his back, and he arched his hips into 
the air begging for someone to relieve the tension in his distended prick.  	

His Aunt Mable straddled him and slowly eased her cunt down over his prick. 
 His father licked the bottom of his prick as it slid into Aunt Mable's cunt and 
went into the cunt with his Art's prick.  Milt was copying the act his son had 
originated earlier.  Milt massaged the underside of his son's prick.  Wow!  
They had been right that was a blast! 

While this went on his mother caused other major distractions.  She pushed 
he tongue in his ear, licked his arm pits, tongue fucked  his asshole, and 
dabbed here and there.  He reached the end of the line.  Spurt, spurt, spurt, 
dribble, dribble, dribble; Art's cock exploded in a magnificent come.  His 
father's tongue kept busy and, just as he had done, licked the cum from his 
shrinking prick and his Aunt Mable's cunt at the same time.  Wow!  Art 
relaxed for the first time since the three adults started to work him over. 

The women managed another load of cum from Milt that afternoon and two 
more loads from Art.  After a dinner break Art was surprised when his prick 
revived and they nursed another two comes from Art while Milt was only 
good for one.  The four of them went to sleep in the same bed but Art didn't 
wake up with a hard on even though his body kept rubbing up against the 
three naked adult bodies. 

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