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                                             AUNT MABLE'S VISIT 
 
                                                       by D. Abby

                                                       Chapter - 9 
 
 Art leaned over and licked a drop of pre cum from the head of his father's 
prick.  His father's prick had only been half hard but it came up to a full 
hard on as soon as his tongue touched it.  He had the same affect on his 
father that his father had on him.  He sucked the head of his father's prick in 
his mouth and ran his tongue around it.  It was a real mouthful.  He looked at 
his father again and grinned. 

"Pop, can I suck your cock.  I never thought I would ever want to do that but 
now I do.  I'd like it if you wanted to suck my cock too but you don't have to 
if you don't want to." 

Milt held his son to him and rocked him back and forth as he had done when 
Art was a baby.  He kissed his son and pushed his tongue into his mouth and 
rubbed tongues with him.  Art rubbed his father's tongue then pulled away 
and looked to see how his mother and aunt were taking this.  They were both 
grinning.  Aunt Mable cocked her head. 

"I told you, Milt, that boy of yours is ready to try anything.  It's hard to 
believe at his age.  He is the most adventurous little fucker I've ever run into.  
Art, do you want your mother and me to leave while you and your father do 
your thing?" 

"Why?" 

"Well, you may not want to have us watch while you have sex with another 
male." 

"Why not?  Mom lapped your cunt while pop and I were here.  What's the 
difference?" 

"Well, Jane, you certainly haven't raised a male chauvinist.  Art, most men 
think it's all right for women to do those things but not men." 

Both Jane and Mable took turns hugging and kissing Art.  He couldn't 
understand what they were making so much a fuss about.  He hugged and 
kissed them right back.  He liked to hug and kiss his aunt and his mother with 
their bare tits rubbing against his chest and his prick brushing against their 
cunt hair.  It was enough to give him another hard on and it did. 

He wanted to suck his father's prick. He wanted to make his father feel as 
good as he'd made his mother feel when he sucked her clit.  After he gave his 
father a blow job he wanted his father to do it to him but he could wait till his 
father was ready. 

"Let me suck yours first, pop.  You can do me later." 

"I' was going to suggest I suck your cock first, but we'll do it your way, then 
I'll give you a special treat." 

Art had his father lie down and he got on his knees between his legs.  Milt 
raised his knees and waited to see what his son was going to do.  Art had 
been trained by his Aunt Mable and he'd watched his aunt suck Jerry's cock.  
He knew exactly what would make his father feel best and that was what he 
wanted to do.  He licked a drop of pre cum from the tip of his father's prick 
then ran his tongue all around the rim of the plum shaped head. 

He licked his father's prick right under the pisshole then gathered some of the 
loose skin in his mouth and sucked on it.  He licked on down to his father's 
balls and sucked on them one at a time.  He tried but couldn't get both of them 
in his mouth at once.

He continued to Milt's ass crack and licked the whole length of it.  He 
centered his tongue on his father's asshole and licked.  His father reacted the 
same way he did, his hips jerked.  Art licked his way back over his father's 
balls and up to the head of his prick to collect a few more drops of pre cum. 

That was enough preliminaries.  Art wanted to try to get his father's whole 
prick in his mouth.  He covered his teeth with his lips, opened his mouth 
wide, moved it over the head of his father's seven and a half inch prick, and 
pushed down.  When the head of the prick hit his throat there was still an inch 
and a half of the shaft out of his mouth.  He pushed his tongue against the 
underside of his father's prick as he raised his head.  He looked up at his 
father's face and his father grinned at him. 

This time Art pushed his head down real fast and his father's prick rode into 
his throat.  He swallowed to keep from gagging and his father's hips jerked.  
Milt liked that action.  Wow!  Art repeated it. He pushed his head down till 
his nose was in his father's bush and his chin was resting on his father's hairy 
balls then he swallowed again. 

Just as Art had learned how to lap cunt he now got the routine down on how 
to suck cock.  You tried things until you got a reaction you wanted then you 
did them again.  With a cock he did have one advantage, he knew what felt 
good to him.  Tongue pressure against the underside of his father's prick while 
he drew away, the quick movement back down to drive his father's prick into 
his throat, then swallow around the head of his father's prick and raise his 
head again. 

Milt held still until he could no longer passively accept his son's ministrations. 
 As Art pushed his head down Milt's hips lifted off the bed and pushed his 
prick even farther into Art's throat.  Art swallowed around the head of his 
father's prick and matched the rhythm his father was setting.  Milt's hips 
pumped his prick into his son's mouth each time Art lowered his head and 
they pulled back each time Art lifted his head. 

Milt was an adult, he should have been able to control himself for quite a 
while.  Having his son suck his cock took all the control away from him.  It 
was much too exciting.  His hips flashed faster and faster.  Art bobbed his 
head in the same tempo.  Each time he swallowed around his father's cock 
Milt's hips jerked. 

Spurt, spurt, dribble, dribble, dribble, dribble; Milt's load of adult cum 
flooded into Art's mouth.  Art tried to swallow it all but some of it trickled 
down his chin.  He kept right on bobbing his head after his father's hips 
slowed down and stopped, he sucked his father's prick till it was completely 
soft. 

Milt reached down, pulled Art up, and kissed him.  Milt probed Art's mouth 
with his tongue then licked a stray drop of cum off his chin.  He hugged his 
son until Art thought his ribs would crack.  Art was almost crying with joy 
because he'd made his father feel so good.  Milt had tears in his eyes too. 

"Wow!  That was something to watch." 

"Art, if you keep that up you'll take your father away from me.  I haven't seen 
him react that much in a long time." 

"Milt, I told you that kid is a natural.  I couldn't have done as good a job on 
you as he did." 

Art sat back on his heels and grinned.  He thought he had done a good job 
and now his mother and aunt were telling him how good he was.  He felt like 
the king of the world. 

"Art, I've had my cock sucked by three males and more than a few women, 
including your mother and aunt, who are experts.  No one has ever given me a 
better blow job than you just did.  I hope I can make you feel as good as you 
made me feel. Give me a few minutes to catch my breath and then I want to 
work you over like you've never been worked before." 

Jane licked up a few stray drops of cum that had leaked over Milt's balls and 
down his ass crack.  Aunt Mable hugged and kissed Art.  Then his mother did 
the same thing.  They all snuggled together and they rested for a while.  Milt 
felt his son's hard prick and rubbed a drop of pre cum into the head. 

"All right, females, off the bed, it's time for me to take care of my son.  Art, 
this won't be the first time I've sucked your cock.  You were an infant and I 
was baby sitting one night.  I had to change your diaper and while I was 
powdering you, you sprang a hard on.  It was so cute I had to suck on it.  You 
loved it.  You waved your arms and gurgled and laughed. Your body jerked 
five or six times and you fell asleep.  After that every time you were fretful 
when I was baby sitting, I would calm you down and put you to sleep the 
same way.  I never even told your mother about it." 

"Milt, you found that pacifier out?  I thought I was the only one that was 
sucking Art off to put him to sleep.  I have to admit that I got as much fun out 
of it as I think you did, Art." 

"Where have I been all this time.  I never got a chance at him till this week.  
Oh, I'll admit I jerked him off and had him finger fuck me each time I baby sat 
for him.  If I'd known what you two had done I would have gone farther.  Do 
you think you would have lapped my cunt when you were four or eight, Art?  
You know I bet you would have fucked me if I showed you how.  That would 
have been a blast." 

"Gee, I don't know, Aunt Mable.  I guess so.  I wanted to get down and 
examine your cunt while I was playing with it but I didn't have the nerve." 

"Enough of this talk.  Lie down on the bed.  I'm going to give you a trip 
around the world.  I've never done this to a male before but I've done it to 
your mother and aunt, and I know what they do to me.  It'll be an experience 
you won't forget." 

Art lay down and spread his legs.  He was willing to see what a trip around 
the world was.  He knew that it was going to end up with his cock being 
sucked by his father and that would be something he really wanted.  To Art's 
surprise, instead of getting between his legs, his father lay down beside him. 

Milt started by hugging Art close and gave him a French kiss.  Milt's tongue 
touched his lips and Art opened them to let his father probe his mouth and he 
rubbed tongues with him.  His father sucked Art's tongue into his mouth and 
rubbed it some more.  Breaking the French kiss, Milt licked Art's cheek and 
moved over toward his ear.  It tickled and it felt sort of good.  When Milt 
nibbled on Art's ear lobe Art wiggled.  That did feel good.  When his father 
stuck his tongue in his ear he almost jumped off the bed. 

It tickled and felt good when his father licked his way down from his ear, 
around his neck, and across his upper chest.  Art wiggled to show his 
appreciation.  Milt licked then sucked on his nipples and felt them get crinkly 
and hard.  He was a boy!  His nipples weren't supposed to be sensitive.  He 
almost jumped off the bed.  Milt looked up at him and grinned.  Art grinned 
back.  There were a lot of things he didn't know.  He was going to find out 
what some of them were. 

After getting both of Art's nipples hard, Milt licked on over Art's lower chest 
and stomach.  Art was surprised again at how good all of this felt.  His hips 
came flying off the bed when his father poked his tongue into Art's navel.  
Wow!  That was another real sensitive spot that he hadn't known about.  Milt 
continued licking down to Art's sparse pubic hair.  By this time Art was 
breathless and he really wanted his cock sucked.  He didn't think he could 
take much more. He might shoot off before his father got his prick into his 
mouth.  He arched his hips up begging his father to suck on it. 

Milt licked the drops of pre cum from the tip and continued down Art's legs.  
Again it felt good to Art and he wiggled.  His father licked the bottom of his 
feet.  Art wiggled and giggled.  It felt good to have his toes sucked too.  Milt 
turned Art over and licked up his legs.  Art bounced again when his father's 
tongue reached the back of his knees.  Another real sensitive spot. 

His Aunt Mable had licked the inside of his thighs so he knew he was 
sensitive there but that didn't stop him from squirming all over the bed.  Milt 
licked over Art's balls and around his ass cheeks.  That felt good to but he 
wished his father would get in closer. 

His father did.  He ran his tongue up and down Art's ass crack and again Art 
thought he would shoot off before his father sucked his prick.  When Milt 
probed his asshole with his tongue Art was sure of it. 

Art knew he couldn't last much longer.  So did Milt.  He had given his son a 
real working over.  He turned Art on his back again and licked the new drops 
of pre cum off the head of his prick.  Art arched his hips off the bed in 
supplication.  This time Milt was ready to give his son a blow job he wouldn't 
forget. 

Milt licked all around the head of his son's adolescent prick then sucked it 
into his mouth.  He massaged the sensitive underside with his tongue as he 
lowered his head and sucked Art's whole prick into his mouth.  Applying so 
much suction that his cheeks were hollow, Milt raised his head so that only 
the head of Art's prick was still in his mouth.  He slowly lowered his head 
again and actively massaged the sensitive underside of Art's prick with his 
tongue.  Art's hips pushed up to meet his father's downward motion.  He 
pulled his hips back as his father lifted his head. 

Art's whole body was trembling.  He'd never felt anything like this before in 
his life.  He was gasping for breath.  Spurt, spurt, spurt, spurt, dribble, 
dribble, dribble, dribble; Art thought his prick would never stop shooting 
cum.  Milt didn't let any of it escape.  He drank down his son's tribute as fast 
as it emerged from the head of Art's prick. 

Milt was so caught up in what he was doing he thought he was going to come 
himself.  He knew what women meant when they said that they got an orgasm 
from sucking cock. 

When Art's cock had shrunk and turned limp, Milt let it slip out of his mouth. 
 Milt had been right.  Art would never forget this trip around the world.  He 
had to try it on his father.  He wanted to try it on his mother and his aunt too. 
He might even try it on Jerry.  Would Jerry be surprised.  Maybe shocked 
would be a better word. 

Art's prick was flaccid.  Milt's prick had started to harden during the trip 
around the world he'd given his son but he'd come twice in a rather short 
period of time and didn't have Art's adolescent recuperative powers. Milt 
wasn't ready for another round at this point and didn't expect he would be for 
quite some time.  After the treatment Art had received he wouldn't be ready 
right away either. 

Jane and Mable realized this but they'd just witnessed a very hot sex show 
and were horny themselves.  They'd been fingering each other's sopping wet 
cunts but were too interested in watching what was going on between the 
males to give each other any more attention. 

"You two have been having a ball and the two of us have been sitting here 
finger fucking each other.  From the looks of those two pricks your not going 
to be a damn bit of good to us for quite a while.  It's our turn to have the bed 
we're hotter than the hammers of hell.  Since you can't do anything for us I 
guess we have to take care of each other." 

"That's right.  Off the bed men. You watch us for a while. Maybe watching 
what we do can get those limp pricks of yours up for another round.  How 
about flat fucking with me, Mable.  We haven't done that together in quite a 
while."

Milt grinned at them.  Art pulled on his limp prick a couple of times and 
looked at it.  Nothing happened.  He gave them a rueful grin and shrugged his 
shoulders.  The men surrendered the bed to the women.  It was the women's 
turn to put on a show. 

Being twins, Jane and Mable had a close rapport and didn't have to discuss 
what they wanted to do, it frequently seemed they read each other's minds.  
Mable lay down on her back and Jane moved her body over her sister's.  

They gave each other some French kisses and Jane carefully positioned a lip 
of her cunt so that it was between the lips of Mable's cunt.  This automatically 
positioned one of Mable's cunt lips between hers.  Jane slowly moved her 
hips so that her cunt lip rubbed along the full length of Mable's and visa versa. 

Art was amazed.  He couldn't figure out what the women were doing to each 
other.  It was obvious from the moans and wiggles that both women were 
getting a charge out of it.  He looked at his father and raised his eyebrows.  
Milt grinned and tousled his son's hair. 

"Art, you're witnessing some advanced feminine maneuvers.  That position is 
as old as the ancient Greeks and is commonly called flat fucking.  There is a 
lot of friction created by the lip of one cunt moving along the other.  Some 
women like it better than anything else." 

Art moved between the woman's legs so he could get a better view.  He could 
see the wet cunts rubbing together and hear his mother's and aunt's groans.  It 
was obvious that both of them enjoyed the position.  He wanted to push a 
finger in and see how it felt. 

"Put it in, Jane!  Put it in now!" 

When Aunt Mable made this request his mother lifted her hips.  Art could see 
how extended his mother's clit was.  Mable positioned Jane's clit.  Jane 
pushed her clit inside Mable's inner cunt lips.  Wow!  His mother was fucking 
his aunt with her clit.  His mother's clit was just about as long as his prick was 
when he was eight and his Aunt Mable said that she thought of having him 
fuck her then.  Gee he wished she had but then he wouldn't have had the 
surprise and this visit wouldn't have been nearly as much fun.

His Aunt Mable wrapped her legs around Jane's hips as if to prevent her 
pulling away.  He'd never heard of anything like that either.  He could see his 
mother's clit pull out of Aunt Mable's cunt then drive back in again. 

This was his chance to get into the act.  Both assholes were in full view.  Art 
moved in closer and licked, first his mother's ass then his Aunt Mable's.  He 
got his head between the women and licked at their cunts, catching his 
mother's clit each time it emerged from his Aunt Mable's cunt.  This was a lot 
of fun.  Art's prick might not be hard yet but he knew he had another organ 
that was always ready to make a cunt feel good he knew how to use his 
tongue.

Both women moaned louder and their hips flew up and down.  Art couldn't 
get his tongue between their cunts so he went back to licking their asses.

Milt watched his son and joined him.  As Art tongue fucked his mother's ass 
Milt did the same to Mable.  Jane's ass contract with her orgasms but she 
kept right on humping.  Art and Milt kept right on probing with their tongues 
until the action slowed down and both of the women collapsed on to the bed. 

"Art, you little fucker, how did you know exactly when to stick your head in 
there?  Wow!  You don't need any more practice.  I have some friends on the 
west coast that would pay a couple hundred dollars for a night with you right 
now.  Do you want to come out there with me and make a fortune?  I know 
those biddies would go wild over you.  I'll bet I could get two or three 
hundred dollars a night." 

Milt and Jane broke out laughing. 

"Sister, you talk about my letch for Art.  You go wild over him.  I'll bet you'd 
pay five hundred a night to be with him yourself.  You'd never rent him out to 
those other biddies at all." 

"Both you women are out of your mind.  Art would be ashamed to take 
money for what he does.  He enjoys it too much.  I have to admit though, he 
does have a marvelous sense of timing." 

Art sat back on his heels with that shit eating grin on his face.  He knew he 
had done it again.  He'd made everyone feel good and that made him feel 
good too. 

"Gee, do guys get paid for doing things like that?  I thought the guys had to 
pay." 

This brought another roar of laughter from the adults, and a lot of hugs and 
kisses.  That was all right with Art. 

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