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                                             AUNT MABLE'S VISIT 
 
                                                       by D. Abby

                                                       Chapter - 8 

When Art and Jerry got down to breakfast the next morning Art’s father was 
home.  Art thought that was strange, his father usually left for work before 
Art got up.  His Aunt Mable was downstairs at the table.  That was strange 
too. Up till now she hadn't gotten up until after he left for school.  Both boys  
blushed when they saw her.  They had vivid memories of what they had done 
with her yesterday.  Art wondered what she was going to teach him after 
school today and blushed some more.  His father looked at him and smiled. 

"We decided you could stay home from school today so we could have a day 
with your aunt.  Let's get Jerry off to school then we'll decide what we want 
to do." 

They had breakfast and Jerry reluctantly got off to school.  He'd like a day 
with Aunt Mable too.  Art thought his parents were acting strange.  They 
seemed to be excited and trying not to show it.  As soon as Jerry was off to 
school his father turned toward him. 

"Do you have any ideas of what you might want to do with your aunt, Art?" 

Art got flustered and blushed.  He sure did have a lot of ideas about what he 
wanted to do with his Aunt Mable, but none that he could tell to his father.  
He wondered what his father would say if Art told him that he wanted to fuck 
his aunt’s cunt and ass, and have her suck his cock.  He wanted to lap her 
cunt too. He started to say something and stammered.  

He took a deep breath and composed himself.  "Uh, - I guess anything she 
wants to do would be all right." 

His father looked at him sort of funny again. 

"Are you sure of that, Art?" 

Art still couldn't figure out what his father was trying to say. 

"Uh, I guess so.  Why not?" 

Now his mother looked at him and grinned.  She had her head cocked the 
same way his aunt did when she was going to suggest something to do with 
sex.

"Your aunt may have some strange ideas.  We'd like to stay and watch you 
but are you sure you want to do those things while we're around?" 

Art was lost.  His mother couldn't know what she was saying.  How could she 
know what he had been doing with Aunt Mable after school.  Then his father 
grinned at him again. 

"If you don't mind then we'd like to stay and watch.  Maybe we'd even join in 
with the two of you." 

His Aunt Mable had her head cocked.  Art didn't know what was going on.  
He knew his parents were teasing him.  They acted as if they knew everything 
he had been doing with his aunt.  He sat there with his mouth hanging open 
and looked back and forth from one to the other.  His Aunt Mable finally 
laughed. 

"I told them how good a cunt lapper you were and they wanted to see.  Your 
mother's a pretty good cock sucker herself.  You might want to try her out." 

Art's chin dropped another three inches.  She'd told his parents that he'd 
lapped her cunt?  She must have been telling them everything that that the two 
of them had done together!   He couldn't believe what he was hearing and his 
parents didn't seem to mind at all.  They were laughing too.  His mother took 
pity on him.  She came over and hugged him. 

"Oh, Art, you were set up.  When we found the cum on your sheets a couple 
months ago, we decided you should get a real sex education.  That book we 
got for you is a good one but there's nothing like getting live demonstrations.  
We invited your aunt here to give you those live demonstrations.  Your Aunt 
Mable and I started young.  We got our younger brother to do things with us 
when he was just your age. 

We had a lot of fun with Herb and decided when you were old enough we 
would do the same thing with you.  Your father has been fucking your aunt 
since before we were married.  He likes the idea of having sex with you too.  
I couldn't wait to get into the act any longer.  Don't be upset we just want to 
have as much fun with you as you want." 

Art's mouth was still hanging open but he had a new look in his eyes.  He 
head was swiveling back and forth between his mother, his father and his 
aunt.  Some of the recent events to clicked into place.  That conversation 
between his mother and his aunt.  The strangeness he'd felt the night before 
last.  He looked directly at his mother. 

"Mom, did you come into my bedroom and fuck me then suck my cock the 
night before last?" 

"I sure did, but you left out the fact that you lapped my cunt and tongue 
fucked my ass.  I can vouch for the fact that you're just as good a cunt lapper 
as your aunt says you are.  I wanted to stay right there in bed with you and 
hold you all night." 

"I thought there was something different.  You smelled different and your clit 
was bigger than Aunt Mable's." 

"Yes it was me and now you have to make a decision.  Do you want to stay 
home and do those things with us, or do you want your father and I leave and 
let you have your aunt to yourself for the whole day?  We'd rather be with 
you but you never have to do anything you don't want to when it comes to 
sex." 

Art couldn't count the times he heard his parents fucking while he jerked off.  
Now they offered him the chance to actually watch them do things.  Not only 
that, from what they said, he wouldn't be jerking off.  They'd be doing things 
with him too.  Wow! 

"Gee, I want you to stay.  I want to see your clit, mom, It seemed as big as a 
little boys prick.  Pop, I've wanted to see how big your prick was when it was 
hard ever since my prick started to grow.  I know that I haven't stopped 
growing and I want to see how big my prick might get." 

The three adults smothered Art with hugs and kisses while they were laughing 
at his ingenuousness. Aunt Mable cocked her head and grinned.  What was 
she going to come up with.  Art was sure nothing she could say or do would 
surprise him at this point. 

"For some one who's eager for action, your not dressed for it.  You have all 
your clothes on." 

Art was embarrassed again.  He realized he would have to take his clothes off 
in front of his mother and he hadn't done that in four years.  His mother took 
pity on him and unbuttoned her robe, she had nothing on underneath.  His 
father pulled off his shirt and unfastened his belt.  Aunt Mable pulled off her 
dress and had nothing on underneath either.  He got out of his clothes fast and 
watched his mother and father finish undressing. 

His saw his mother’s clit sticking out between her cunt lips.  It was as long as 
his prick had been a year ago.  He hoped he would get a chance to play with 
it and suck on it some more before the day was over.  His four inch prick was 
standing straight up, pointing to the ceiling in anticipation. 

He watched his father lowered his underpants and found his prick was huge.  
It was hard but it was so heavy it didn't stand up like his.  It hung down and it 
must have been more than seven inches long.  He hoped his prick would get 
that big some day.  His father's prick had a drop of cum on it just as his own 
did.  He wanted to feel his father's prick but that was a no-no.  He wouldn't 
want his father to think that he was gay.

Art's prick throbbed with excitement.  His mother walked over, looked at his 
throbbing prick, shook her head, knelt down, licked the drop of pre cum off 
of his pisshole, and sucked his cock into her mouth.  He was ready, his hips 
jerked; spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; his first load of cum for 
the day erupted from his prick.  This time it was his mother's who was nursing 
on it. 

His mother swallowed his cum and licked the drippings off his balls.  He 
couldn't believe this was happening.  His mother got up and hugged and 
kissed him.  He sucked some of his cum from her mouth just as he did from  
Aunt Mable's after she sucked him off.  His mother rubbed her tits against his 
chest and her cunt against his cock the same way Aunt Mable did. 

"Your aunt is right, that hair trigger of yours has to be pulled on that first 
load.  Now that's taken care of, anything in particular you want to try?" 

Was there anything he wanted to try?  Wow!  He didn't know where to start.  
He knew he wanted to examine his mothers clit and suck on it again.  He 
wanted to fuck his mother but he didn't want to leave his aunt out.  She had 
taught him everything he knew.  He looked from one to the other.  His mother 
realized his dilemma and took pity on him. 

"Let's go upstairs to our king sized bed and see what develops.?" 

Art dashed upstairs and the adults followed.  Art got in the bedroom and 
stopped again.  There was so much he wanted to do and he really didn't want 
to slight anybody.  He'd let the adults take the lead.  His father followed him 
into the room and grinned at him.  After his mother and aunt came in, Milt sat 
down on the bed and pulled Art down beside him.  Their bare thighs rubbed 
and Art liked the feel. 

"Art, your aunt and your mother are a pair of sex maniacs.  The night I got 
your mother alone for the first time, your aunt got into the act.  After that they 
involved their brother too.  I like group sex and family sex.  I'd like you join 
us and have as much fun as I do.

"There are things to keep in mind.  Nothing, and I mean nothing, about sex is 
bad or nasty as long as you enjoy it and as long as nobody gets hurt.  If you 
want to try something ask. We'll tell you if we don't want to.  The same with 
you.  If we suggest something you don't want, you're under no obligation.  
Just remember, sometimes something will seem nasty to you and if you try it 
you'll find you like it.  Did you think you'd like licking a woman's cunt before 
you tried?" 

"Gees no, I thought it would be yucky." 

"What about after you tried?" 

"I liked it a lot.  It was neat.  It was fun making Aunt Mable squirm and I 
knew I was making her feel real good.  Then I just got to like doing it for 
itself.  Now I even like to lap my cum out of a cunt.  I never thought I'd do 
that. If anyone had ever suggested I do it I'd have told him he was crazy." 

"How about licking ass?" 

"I guess that went just about the same way.  I couldn't even make myself do it 
the first time I tried.  I still don't know how I can like to do it, but I do." 

"Good, you’re a precocious little fucker.  Just keep that in mind before you 
say no to anything.  If you start something that doesn't please you, you can 
always stop.  The lecture is now over.  Remember you never have to do what 
you don't want to and never be afraid to ask about something that you might 
want to do no matter how crazy it sounds." 

Art sat there and looked at his father for a moment or so.  His father’s lecture 
rang a bell.  There was something he wanted to do.  It was something he 
remembered wanting to do it for a long time, even before he started to shoot 
his cum.  Before his father had given him this lecture on sex he wouldn’t have 
thought of asking.  He still wasn't sure it was proper to ask something like 
this.  He started to say something and stopped.  He took a deep breath and 
stopped again. 

"What is it Art.  No one will think any the less of you no matter what it is.  I 
meant it when I said don't be afraid to ask." 

"Uh, - well, - can I feel your prick pop?  Does it make me a queer because I 
want to feel your prick?" 

"The way you go for women.  No way!  Why shouldn't you feel my prick. I'd 
like to feel yours too.  It reminds me of mine when I was your age.  If you 
don't mind, one of these days I'm going to jerk you off, just so I can handle a 
prick that size again." 

Art reached into Milt's lap and wrapped his hand around Milt's seven inch 
prick.  His fingers barely touched when he tried to reach around it.  He held 
on and looked at his aunt. 

"How can you be satisfied with my little prick when you can have one as big 
as this?" 

"Art, you've nothing to be ashamed of.  Did you feel me have orgasms when 
you fucked me?" 

"Gees, yeah.  It's fun when your cunt sort of grabs at my prick." 

"Then your prick gave me pleasure.  That's what a prick is for.  Your littler 
prick, and it's not that little for someone your age, gives me just as much 
pleasure as your father's big prick.  Sometimes I do want a bigger prick, but 
sometimes I even prefer one your size." 

His mother got into the conversation.

"That goes for me too, Art.  Your prick will get bigger but I almost wish it 
wouldn't.  I know I can give you a better blow job than I can give your father 
because I have more room to work.  You said that you enjoyed making 
someone else feel good.  I know that I can make you feel good with the extra 
action I can give you and that makes me feel good too." 

Art looked back at the prick in his hand.  He rubbed a drop of cum across its 
head and saw his fathers hip's twitch.  He wanted to lean over and lick the 
drop of cum off but he wasn't gay so he didn't. 

He still thought his mother and aunt were trying to make him feel good about 
the size of his prick but there was nothing he could do about it.  It would get 
bigger as time went on and all he could do was wait. 

His father handled his prick and Art liked that.  It felt good to him and he 
wiggled.  His father had said he would jerk Art off and Art hoped  he would 
jerk him off soon.  Jerking his father off and having his father play with him 
had been the jerk off fantasy that embarrassed him the most.  He even 
blushed in the privacy of his bed at night.  He always thought that it meant 
that he was gay and he didn't want to be.  His father said there was nothing 
wrong so he was greatly relieved.  He liked the feel of his father's big prick 
too.  He looked at it and decided he wanted to live out that fantasy. 

"Gee, pop, I think I'd like to have you jerk me off.  Would you mind if I 
jerked you off too?" 

Milt just kissed him for an answer.  Art wished he were more than one 
person, there was so much he wanted to do.  He let go of his father's prick 
and went over to his mother, reached for her cunt, then looked at her for 
permission. 

"Go ahead, Art, you're not the first male that's been fascinated with that big 
clit." 

Art pushed his fingers between her cunt lips, pushed two fingers all the way 
in then pulled out his lubricated fingers and rubbed them up and down his 
mother's elongated clit.  It got bigger as he held it.  When he pulled on it a 
few times and it got bigger yet. It was sticking more than an inch outside of 
her outer cunt lips.  He knelt down and sucked it into his mouth as if it were a 
prick and it got even bigger.  His mother jerked her hips. 

He sucked harder and bobbed his head.  He would give his mother as good a 
blow job as she had given him.  Jane put her hands behind his head and 
pressed it toward her cunt.  He sucked as hard as he could and massaged her 
elongated clit with his tongue as he bobbed his head.  He shoved two fingers 
into Jane's cunt hole and continued bobbing his head.  His mother moaned 
and shook.  He was really giving her orgasms, her cunt contracted.  This was 
fun.  He sucked until his mother pushed his head away. 

"Art, you really are the best little cunt lapper that ever was.  I love you." 

Art sat back on his heels and grinned.  He'd made his mother have a 
magnificent orgasm and she'd told him how good a cunt lapper he was.  He 
was proud as a peacock.  He liked it when his mother told him how good he 
was,  His prick was pointing to the ceiling again and he was ready for 
something else.  He looked at his father and his mother and he hesitated 
again.  His father prompted him again. 

"All right Art out with it.  We said that this was your Aunt Mable's day but it 
really is yours.  We've done just about anything you can think of and a lot of 
things you've probably never heard of.  We'll manage to get our jollies no 
matter what you choose to do." 

"Uh, - pop, did you know that Aunt Mable did things with Jerry and me 
yesterday?" 

"Of course.  That was included in the curriculum of sex ed 103, group sex, 
advanced.  That's why we stayed out so long yesterday.  Should we include 
him with us?  Do you think you'd like that?  How do you think the lesson 
went?" 

"It was neat.  Would you let Jerry join us?  That would be neat too.  One of 
the best things was when I fucked Aunt Mable's ass and Jerry fucked her 
cunt.  I felt Jerry's prick in Aunt Mable's cunt.  It almost felt as if he were 
rubbing his prick against mine.  I want to feel your prick going in and out of 
mom's cunt.  Do you like to have your ass fucked mom?  Do the two of you 
want to do it with me?" 

"Your mother loves to have her ass fucked.  If she's up to it after the workout 
that you just gave her, I'm all for it." 

"I'm ready for it any time you are.  I haven't had two pricks in me since you 
and Herb did that over ten years ago." 

Art looked at his Aunt Mable. 

"Uh, - maybe we ought to do it later.  We haven't done anything with Aunt 
Mable yet." 

"I'll be right in there, Art.  I'll stick my cunt in front of your mother's face and 
she'll start lapping.  She's almost as good a cunt lapper as you and she's had 
lots of experience.  We've lapped each other's cunts since before we were 
your age and had our first period." 

Art's mother hugged and kissed him, his father hugged and kissed him, and 
his aunt hugged and kissed him then they positioned themselves on the king 
sized bed.  Art knew what to do.  He lubricated his mother's ass with the 
appropriate lubricant, spit; and applied it with the proper applicator, his 
tongue. 

He grabbed his mother's hips and pushed his prick up her ass.  He wiggled 
and enjoyed the feel of her tight ass around his prick.  Milt got in front and 
inserted his prick into Jane's cunt. 

Wow!  Jerry's prick had been the same size as his.  His father's prick was a 
lot bigger and it really rubbed against his.  Art liked his father's prick rubbing 
his.  Art felt very close to his mother and father and was as close as he could 
possibly get.  Aunt Mable pushed her hips between Milt's and Jane's faces.  
Jane licked Mable's cunt and Milt pushed his tongue up her ass. 

"Jane, your son is the first one who laps my cunt better than you do.  You'll 
have to settle for being my second best cunt lapper from now on.  I love to 
have you lapping my cunt and Milt rimming my ass.  The two way action is 
super, let's go!" 

Milt pulled back then slowly pushed in.  Art learned yesterday how to 
respond to this.  As his father pushed his prick in he pulled his prick out.  He 
was glad his mother had made him shoot off a short time ago.  The feel of his 
father's prick rubbing over his would have brought him off right away.  He 
pushed in as his father pulled out. 

His mother was as good as Aunt Mable was. She caught the rhythm that Milt 
and Art were setting right away and moved her hips back to meet Art as he 
thrust forward, then she thrust her hips forward as Art pulled away and Milt 
plunged his prick deep into her cunt.  Art wanted this intimate dance to keep 
on forever.  He felt as if his heart was going to explode with love for his 
mother and father. 

Aunt Mable was moving her hips up and down and she was moaning.  It 
hadn't taken her long to start coming.  It never did.  She was ready all the 
time.  Art's hips were flexing at a faster and faster pace.  He could feel his 
father respond to each of his changes of tempo. 

He wasn't going to last much longer.  His cum rose a little farther each time 
his prick rode across his father's. He heard his mother's moans and his father's 
grunts.  He panted and grunted too.

"Oh, mom!  I'm going to shoot my cum up your ass.  Ohhh!  Wow!  Come 
with me, pop!  Shoot your cum too!  Shoot your cum in mom's cunt while I’m 
shooting mine up her ass!  Ahhh!"

Milt had trained himself over the years to hold back until Jane had several 
orgasms.  His son's urgent pleas had their affect however.  His prick was 
ready to shoot his load. 

"I'm with you, Art.  Shoot your cum up her ass and give your mother a cum 
enema.  I'm about to fill her cunt.  Let it loose, son!  Don't hold back!" 

"Spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble; Art's cum jetted and oozed up 
his mother's ass.  Spurt, Spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble, dribble; Milt's 
massive load gushed into her receptive cunt.  Their bodies relaxed and so did 
the two pricks.  Art got a sudden urge to find out what his father's cum tasted 
like.  He liked the taste of his own and Jerry's, now he wanted to clean his 
father's cum out of his mother's cunt. 

He pulled his limp prick from his mother's ass and his father pulled his prick 
from her cunt.  He switched for the cleanup and went straight for his mother’s 
cunt.  His mother sucked his prick clean as he sucked the cum and juice out 
of her cunt.  His father's cum was stronger than his or Jerry's but he liked it.  
He saw his father suck his cum out of his mother's ass.  His father wanted to 
taste his cum too!  Wow!  Just seeing his father drink his cum gave him a new 
hard on. 

After the cleanup everybody kissed and hugged.  Milt took hold of Art's hard 
prick and jerked on it a couple of times. 

"Well, your aunt was right about you again.  You do recover quickly.  Why 
don't you push that hard prick into your aunt's cunt.  She hadn't been fucked 
yet.  Your mother and I will sit this one out.  I won't be ready for quite a 
while yet." 

The four of them had changed positions.  His mother and father got off the 
bed and his aunt rolled onto her back.  She pulled him over her and positioned 
the head of his prick in her cunt.  Then she wrapped her legs around him and 
rolled on to her side.  This was a new position and, like any other new thing 
he'd tried, he liked it.  He flexed his hips and his prick rode in and out of his 
aunt's cunt. 

He felt a tongue lick at his ass and that made his hips jerk.  Wow!  His mother 
was behind him giving his ass a tongue bath.  He felt his Aunt Mable's hips 
jerk and guessed his father was doing the same thing to her.  This interfered 
with the rhythm that he was trying to build up but he sure did like the way it 
felt.  He started a slow steady pumping.  His mother licked down over his 
balls and then along his prick as he pulled it out of Aunt Mable's cunt.  Wow, 
again!  He didn't know how long he could take this. 

Something else happened that almost sent him through the roof.  His mother 
rimmed his ass again when a tongue rode along his prick as he pulled it out.  
His father was licking his prick!  He had wanted to lick that drop of pre cum 
off of his father's prick earlier.  He should have done it then. 

Art's hips speeded up and he made a mighty effort to slow them down again.  
The slower he moved the more he would feel and the longer it would last.  
His aunt and his parents seemed to know what he was doing.  Aunt Mable 
moved her hips in the same slow tempo he was moving his.  Jane probed his 
asshole and his father ran his tongue along the underside of his prick each 
time his hips drew back. 

Art's shuddered.  He couldn’t last too long under this stimulus, his cum jetted 
out of his prick into his aunt's cunt.  His father licked the cum off his cock as 
his hips slowed down even more.  Each time something happened today it 
was better than the last.  His limp prick slid out of his aunt's cunt, his mother 
sucked it into her mouth and massaged it with her tongue.  Milt cleaned his 
cum out of Mable's cunt.  The four of them wound up hugging and kissing 
again. 

Art looked at his father in wide eyed wonder.  He knew his father wasn't gay, 
but only gays licked men's cocks and his father had licked his.  His father 
looked him in the eye.  When he started to talk it seemed as if he had been 
reading his mind. 

"No, I'm not gay, Art.  But I have had sex with other men.  When I was your 
age I had a friend that I was as close to as you are with Jerry.  We jerked 
each other off and after we sneaked tastes of each other's cum, we sucked 
each other's cocks.  We thought we were gay but two years later we both 
discovered girls and our affair dropped off.  We did have parties now and 
then but we preferred girls.  When you mother and aunt brought Herb into our 
circle I did what I just did to you.  He wanted to try it and we did things 
together. 

"Herb is the only male I ever did anything with since that teen age affair.  
Now I'd like to do the same things with you.  If you don't want to, you 
certainly don't have to.  If you don't want me to do anything like that to you 
again I won't.  Remember what I said.  Never let us do anything with you that 
you don't want." 

Art sat there.  He didn't know what to think.  His father was suggesting 
something that was considered just about the worst possible thing by the boys 
at school.  He pondered for a while.  He was doing the things with Jerry that 
had started his father in his affair with a boy.  He liked the taste of his father's 
and Jerry's cum.  He and Jerry jerked each other off he had thought about 
sucking Jerry's cock, but put it out of his mind.  He was afraid of what Jerry 
might think if he suggested it.

When he realized it was his father licking his prick it had been like a stoke of 
lightening.  It felt even better than when he thought his mother was doing it.  
He liked it when his father licked his prick.  It made him shoot his cum right 
away.  

He had wanted to lick that drop of cum off his father's prick earlier.  
Everything he'd heard before this said it was the wrong thing to do but he 
liked it.  If that made him gay he was willing to accept it.  He looked at his 
father and remembered the lecture he had been given. 

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