Monday morning. Kell and I had been up way too late having webcam sex with Bridget for me to be at the computer working this early. Kell was still in bed as I dug out a work shirt and sat down in front of the laptop, coffee in hand. There was enough work and meetings that the morning went smoothly. When Kell wandered out around noon in her standard home outfit of bra and nothing else, we talked about the webcam and meetings and she promised not wander behind me while I was working unless fully dressed.
The rest of Monday went by in a blur. Kell made dinner, we ate, played a game, fucked, slept. Tuesday was pretty much the same except I cooked and we watched a movie. Wednesday we included a cybering session with Bridget. She seemed pretty much herself, though she did mention Ethan hadn’t been around and was evasive when she called.
Thursday early afternoon I got a call from my mother.
“Hi mom!” I answered.
“Hi Jacob,” she said. “How’s everything over at Kell’s?”
“It’s going well. The remote work situation is working out okay. Kell’s doing lots of painting while we’re cooped up here. It’s all good.”
“Good,” she said. “I thought you would do well at her place. Have you talked to your sister?”
I tiny shiver ran down my back along with a moment of panic that she might have found out about our illicit webcam sessions. I gulped.
“I talked to her last night, she seemed a little put out by Ethan’s behavior, but overall she was pretty much herself.”
“Well, she’s not doing well anymore,” my Mom said.
“Why? What happened?”
“Ethan just called her and told her he was breaking off the wedding.”
“What!” I said loudly enough that Kell looked up from her painting. “That punk.”
“I never liked that little peckerwood,” my mom said. She must have been pissed because I had never heard her use that word, or any word like it, in my life. I almost laughed.
“Can you two go over there and stay with her for the quarantine? I don’t want to leave my folks, and I’m worried about her.”
“Um . . .” I was looking at Kell, who had come and was sitting at the table next to me, her ear to the phone listening. “When you say ‘we’ do you mean both Kell and I?”
“Yes, I mean you and Kell. Come off it, Jacob, we all know about you two. It’s old news, so stop pretending. Your sister needs you, go to her. She’s going to move to her old room and you two can have the guest room, it has the bigger bed.”
I looked at Kell, she nodded.
“Of course,” she whispered.
“Sure thing, Mom,” I said.
“And one other thing,” my mother added.
“Yes?”
“When she called me, she said you two had been an incredible help in dealing a stressful situation, which is why she didn’t want to call you. I don’t know what that means, and the way she said left me thinking I am not sure I want to know. But whatever you can do to calm her down would be appreciated.”
Kell cocked a sexy little eyebrow.
“Thanks Mom. We’ll do what we can.”
“Thanks Jacob. You are a good son. I appreciate it.”
The phone went dead.
“Jesus,” I said. “Why didn’t she call us?”
“She wanted to talk to her mommy,” said Kell. “Lots of times when we get into tough situations, our first instinct is to call our parents. It’s natural. I wouldn’t read too much into it. Let’s call her now.”
She pulled her laptop over and we videoed Bridget.
She didn’t look good. The Bridget in front of us was not the confident, competent Bridget that I always knew. Nor was she the confident, sexy Bridget I was coming to know. Instead she was a sad, self-doubting, not-confident-at-all Bridget that I didn’t know very well.
“Hi kiddo,” I said.
“Hi Jacob, hi Kell,” she said. She was sitting in the kitchen in a T-shirt, her eyes were red. “I guess mom called you.”
“She was worried about you.”
“Are you going to come out?”
“Of course we are, sweetie,” Kell said.
“Good, I hate to be alone. Are you going to drive or fly? I hear flying is getting scarier and scarier. You should drive. Take a couple of days. I’ll survive until you’re here.”
“Are you sure? We can fly if you need.”
“No, don’t fly right now. Drive out. If you leave tomorrow morning you can be here by Saturday dinner time, with a stop overnight somewhere.”
A road trip.
The idea was a little scary in the quarantine world, but we could probably do it safely.
A night on the road. Someplace where we didn’t know anyone. Wearing masks to make sure nobody recognizes us.
This could be real dangerous.
The rest of the day was spent packing. We turned in early and were on the road first thing the next morning.
Most of the ride the first day was pretty unexciting. Kell flashed a checkout guy at a gas-n-go, but otherwise it was uneventful.
We had made reservations at a hotel a little over halfway to my folks’ place. Since we knew we might not be making many trips until the quarantine was over, we decided to do it big, and booked ourselves into one night at an expensive hotel.
When we left home Kell had been wearing a thin white sports bra, light blue yoga shorts, and a T-shirt. Before we got out of the car at the hotel, she ditched the T-shirt and walked in wearing just the shorts and the bra. When I glanced over I noticed the bra had been strategically positioned so the edges of Kell’s aureoles just peaked over the top.
I was wearing shorts and a polo. Kell reached over and opened the polo as far as it would go.
The hotel was beautiful, with a huge lobby and a cavernous space opening up over 20 floors straight up. Balconies jutted into the lobby airspace and glass elevators rode to the top. The hotel wasn’t very busy, and when we got there, nobody else was in the checkout line. A few folks loitered about the lobby. We approached the counter.
“Welcome!” the young girl behind the counter called as we approached. She handed us each a small complimentary bottle of water and began asking the usual round of questions.
“How long will you and your wife be staying?” she asked.
Kell immediately jumped in. “I’m not his wife, I’m his aunt.”
She leaned over and planted a kiss on my lips. I couldn’t help myself, I was getting hard from the attention we were getting.
The receptionist didn’t bat an eye.
“So how long will you two be staying?” she asked.
“One night,” I said.
“And you realize that the room you requested has just one single king-sized bed?”
“Yes,” Kell answered.
“Do you have any other special requests?” she asked.
Kell pointed up to the rooms lining the open space above us with balconies that opened into the lobby. “Can we get one of these rooms?” she asked.
“I think we have some available,” said the receptionist. “Would you prefer a lower floor or a higher floor?”
“I want to be right above the lobby.”
The receptionist looked up from her computer and for the first time, caught Kell’s eyes. This time she smiled and winked.
“No problem,” she said softly, almost whispering and running her eyes over Kell’s body. “It’s been slow lately, we could use a little excitement.”
We completed the rest of the sale and followed the receptionist’s directions up to our room.
The room was huge, with a king sized bed, a desk, a kitchenette and a tub big enough to invite your friends.
Of course, the first thing Kell did was strip naked and walk out onto the balcony.
The balcony overlooked the lobby, almost directly above the front desk. Anyone coming into the lobby immediately would see anyone standing on our balcony. And now Kell stood there, naked.
I kept my clothes on but followed her out there. The front counter girl heard her come out, looked up and winked. Kell winked back. She leaned against me and kissed me on the lips, then reached down and stroked my cock through my shorts.
“Should we fuck here, now?” she asked.
“Don’t you want to save it for later?”
“If I have to,” she said, and sighed, then brightened. “Let’s go check out the pool!”
“I saw the rules,” I said. “You are going to have to wear a bathing suit.”
“No problem!” she replied. She took one last look at the small crowd in the lobby who were now watching us intently, then bent over and showed them her spread snatch before sashaying back into our room.
The yellow swimsuit Kell slipped into was a one-piece that on the face of it appeared reasonably modest, but I was sure would turn invisible the moment it got wet. I pulled on a pair of trunks and we wandered down to the pool area.
The pool was half indoors and half outdoors. It was a sunny, warm day, so Kell opted for the outdoor area. She found us a pair of lounges and dumped our towels on them.
A young man in his early twenties was in the pool swimming laps, and an older woman who looked to be in her forties, lounged at the far end in a bikini. Otherwise, the outdoor side of the pool was deserted.
Kell stuck her toe in the water, then smiled and dove in. I followed her. When she surfaced, I noted that my suspicions were right – her suit had turned transparent. Her hard nipples stood out sharply against the fabric and her auburn bush was clearly visible.
She splashed me, then swam over and wrapped her arms around my shoulders. We kissed. Her body pressed against mine, her chest against mine. I felt a building erection.
A voice came from across the pool.
“You two are disgusting.”
I looked over. It was the young man who had been swimming laps.
“I saw you two come in and heard what you said in the lobby,” he said. “An aunt and her nephew doing what you’re doing. It’s disgusting.”
“And it’s none of your business,” I said.
“It’s my business if I say it is,” he responded, and took a couple of steps towards us.
I didn’t mind Kell making a scene, but I didn’t want an altercation. I nudged Kell towards the edge of the pool and whispered “let’s go”. She paused, then nodded, and we headed towards the ladder out of the pool.
“Don’t let him bully you,” called the woman on the lounge at the far end of the pool. “He’s my son and he’s a little repressed. Ignore him.”
“Mother, what they’re doing is wrong,” he said.
“Oh, loosen up.”
He turned back to Kell and I. “Incest is wrong.”
I glanced back at his mother. She looked to be in her late forties. She had filled out some, but she still had a great figure and she wore her bikini well.
Kell was thinking exactly what I was thinking.
“You’re mom’s kinda hot,” she said. “Maybe you should try a little of that incest.”
His mother laughed and he turned beet red.
“You’re evil,” he said.
“He wouldn’t fuck a woman unless he had been married to her a year and she was still a virgin,” his mother said. She stood up and walked to the edge the pool. Her blue bikini barely managed to contain her breasts and her nipples poked through. Her labia pouted through the thin fabric of the thong. It was hard to tell, but it looked like the thong was already wet.
“Just because you like running around in bathing suits that make you look like a whore doesn’t mean I have to follow in your footsteps.”
“Harsh words for someone who is still living in mommy’s basement,” she replied as she slipped into the water and swam over next to her son. “My name’s Ella by the way, this is my son, Aston. Don’t let him scare you away, he’s a lot of hot air.”
Aston turned beet red, but didn’t say anything. Kell pressed herself against me again and gave me another kiss.
“We were just going to lounge in the pool for awhile before we went up and had dinner,” Kell said when we disengaged. “As long as that doesn’t bother you.”
“No problem,” Ella said. “Do what you want. Maybe you could teach my kid something.”
“Stop it, mother,” Aston said. “It’s my choice to stay a virgin until I get married.”
“And I support your choice,” his mother said. “Just stop attacking people who may not share your views.”
“So you think it’s okay these two are aunt and nephew and are in a relationship?”
“I think it’s kind of hot. I want to watch and see where this goes. There’s nobody else around, so I hope it goes someplace interesting.”
That was all the incentive Kell needed. She shoved me hard against the side of the pool and pressed her body against mine, planting a deep soul kiss on my lips, her tongue deep in my mouth. I ran my hands up her stomach, slipped them inside her swimsuit and pulled her breasts free, then slid my lips down her breasts and suckled, tasting each, flicking my tongue across the nipples. They were sharp as arrowheads pointing to the sky. I tasted each one slowly, caressing the aureoles with my lips, sucking gently at the tips. Kell moaned.
I pulled the swimsuit down and off her body, throwing it up onto the concrete beside the pool, then slipped my hand between her thighs. Her lips were hot in the cool water of the pool. I ran my hand across them, feeling their heat, knowing that they were wet not just from the water in the pool but from her own fluids. I circled her clit then slipped a finger inside.
Kell pulled my burgeoning cock free from my suit and stroked it. She ran a finger up the underside to the very tip, then squeezed just below the head, dribbling the first pre-come onto her fingers. She patted the side of the pool, indicating I should sit on the poolside. I yanked off my trunks, threw them on the concrete and sat on the side, my cock pointing to the sky.
Ella, who had been watching, peeled off her bikini top. Her large pendulous breasts hung down in the water, large brown nipples pointed slightly downward. One of them was pierced. She rubbed them, massaged them, lifted them to her mouth and licked. The long nipples were hard and erect, and she sucked at the pierced one, stretching out the piercing and the nipple.
Aston, who had also been watching this take place, shook his head and turned to go, but his mother grabbed his arm.
“Admit it,” she said. “You’re hard. I can see it through the water.”
“Leave me be, mother,” he spat, and again tried to turn away.
“Come on, watch, enjoy yourself. It’s better than that porn you watch on your computer.”
Aston turned even redder. “Don’t I get any privacy?” he asked.
“You ask me to fix your laptop, but as soon as I open the browser history I see nothing but porn – mother-and-son videos and milf videos. There are a lot of women in those videos that look a lot like me. Admit it. You wanted me to find them. You wanted me.”
Aston said nothing, so Ella moved in, took his head in her hands, and kissed him full on the lips. His eyes opened wide.
“It’s okay,” she whispered. “I will stop any time you want. Just say so.” She kissed him again. “Just tell mommy to stop and I will.”
She slipped a hand down under the water, sliding it down his chest. Her hand disappeared into his swim trunks. The tent in his shorts was evident even under the water. The motions of her arm made it clear she was stroking his meat under the water.
“Just tell mommy to stop any time you want.”
He didn’t. Instead he slipped his hands up her stomach to her chest, lifted the soft flesh, squeezed, suckled at his mother’s breasts. He gently bit and pulled at the piercing, stretching out the nipple and the pierced hole, then let it go, snapping it back. He did it again, and again. Ella closed her eyes and tossed her head back, moaning softly.
“That’s a good boy,” she said. “Suck my titties.” He complied, running his tongue over her bumpy aureoles and sucking at her nipples. He cupped her breasts in his hands and massaged them, burying his face between them. She pulled his face in even tighter.
“That’s a good boy,” she repeated.
She gestured for him to get up on the side of the pool like I was. He sat their, his suit tenting. Ella stroked his cock and sucked the head through the fabric. Her sucking through the trunks made a bubbly sound and Aston groaned. She pulled off his trunks. His cock was huge. Ella leaned over and ran her tongue up the underside of her son’s member, testing the slit at the top, and flicking off the pre-come that formed there. Aston groaned as she opened her mouth and slid her lips down along the shaft. She got about halfway then pulled out, teasing the head some more. Aston lay back on the tarmac, his eyes closed, as his mother worked over his erection. Ella lifted her body out of the water and enveloped her son’s cock in her mammoth breasts, squeezing them together, sliding her wet flesh up and down. Aston groaned again.
Her immense breasts squeezed around his immense cock. It was so hot to watch I thought I was going to come just looking at them.
“Do you like mommy’s titties on your cock?” Ella murmured. Aston nodded emphatically, tried to speak, but could only manage a gasping “fuck yes”. The way he said it left no doubt that having his mother suck his cock and fuck him was his deepest, darkest fantasy.
Kell had been watching this, her face perched just inches from my own pulsating rod. She squealed in delight when Ella sucked Aston’s cock, then finally turned her attention to my throbbing erection. She went straight for the kill and slid her lips all the way down to the base, swallowing my cock and distending her throat. Once all the way in, she shook her head side to side, back and forth. I moaned as I felt my pre-come trickling upwards into her throat. She pulled back halfway, then slipped back down to my groans.
Ella meanwhile, still had Aston’s cock buried between her breasts, with just the tip sticking out. She flicked her tongue across the cock head, and across her own nipples. Licking both frantically. Aston had leaned up on his elbows and was trying to watch his mother work on his cock, but every wave of pleasure that swept over him sent his head backwards and his eyes closed, another moan escaping from his lips.
I myself moaned, as Kell pulled her mouth free of my cock and returned to teasing the tip.
Ella finally released her son’s cock from it’s fleshy prison. She climbed up onto the concrete next to him and gave him another soul kiss, then perched her breasts over his face. He sucked greedily at them.
“Suck mommies titties,” she whispered. “Be a good boy and help mommy come.”
She looked back and saw me watching, so she angled her ass in my direction, using her fingers to pull her lobes apart and reveal the pink crumpled satin of her pussy. She smiled and winked at me as her son continued to devour her monstrous breasts.
Not to be outdone, Kell pushed me back onto the concrete, climbed out of the water, and stood beside me, her auburn bush and pink lobes glistening from pool water and from her own hot juices. Her clit was engorged and peeking out from its tiny hood. She rubbed it, playing her fingers across it, spreading her lips to reveal her own pink haven and pointing it towards Aston, who looked like he was experiencing things he had only ever dreamed of.
“Oh fucking god,” he moaned at the sight of Kell’s wet, neatly trimmed, gaped snatch.
Kell knelt down over my face and pressed her musky red bush into my mouth. I lapped and sucked at her lobes and pulsating clit. Above me, she massaged her breasts and watched Ella and Aston as they continued their lovemaking.
Ella leaned back, pulling her breasts away from her son’s ministrations. She straddled him, spread her lips, and slid her cunt down his cock. He reached up and massaged her breasts as she slowly worked up and down his immense shaft. Pumping up and down, up and down. Aston closed his eyes and surrendered.
“I think I’m going to come,” he moaned.
Kell suddenly froze.
“Wait, stop,” she said. Ella stopped. Aston looked up.
“Wait?” Aston said. “You get me to this point and tell me to wait.”
“Yes, wait. I know the perfect place to finish,”
“Kell,” I said. “What the hell are you talking about.”
“Here, follow me,” she said. She snatched up her suit but didn’t bother to put it back on, instead raced naked through the hotel corridors and up the stairs. I hesitated for a moment but finally followed. I glanced back and was gratified to see Ella and Aston behind us.
Kell raced down the second floor hallway. I realized where she was headed. Our room. The balcony over the lobby.
She burst into the room, tore across to the balcony and threw the door open. In the lobby there were about twenty or so people milling about. Kell threw the door open with enough force that it made a bang, causing folks to look up at the naked, auburn-haired beauty and her hard-as-rocks nephew. A second later Ella and Aston appeared.
Kell leaned over the balcony railing, pointed her pussy at me, and said “finish me here.”
I heard Ella whisper “fuck yeah” behind me and she appeared a second later, hanging her pendulous tits over the balcony railing. All eyes were now on us as I slipped my cock into my aunt’s snatch and Aston railed his own mother from behind.
The slap of Aston’s stomach against his mother’s not-insubstantial-ass was the loudest sound in the lobby as everyone looked up to watch us perform. Some shook their head, some walked away, but some stayed to watch. Two couples moved to couches in the lobby and began to make out themselves.
The girl behind the counter continued to serve her customers, but wore an evil little smile.
What Aston lacked in experience he made up with sheer energy and enthusiasm – not to mention size. I am sure he had to be bottoming out, but his mother didn’t seem to mind as she egged him to go harder and faster, and he responded. Ella’s breasts hung over the railing, quivering like jelly as her son vigorously fucked her.
They were made for each other. A monster cock sliding into a seemingly bottomless cunt. The juices from his mothers slit foamed as he frantically pounded her.
Kell groaned and closed her eyes, arching her back, pressing her shoulders back against my chest, and forcing the underside of my cock head against the wall of her vagina, hard against her G-spot. I shivered in pleasure, then wrapped around and squeezed her tits. She tilted her head backwards and we kissed.
Aston moaned and called “God, I’m coming.” His mother pushed him backwards and spun around to her knees in front of him, getting her mouth around his head just as he came. The force of the ejaculation blew her cheeks outwards and popped her lips open, sending a dribble of spit and semen down her chin and across her chest. She gave up on trying to swallow and just stroked his cock until the rest of his load covered her tits, dribbling off the tips of her nipples onto her thighs and the floor of the balcony.
I watched this interchange feeling my own balls start to tighten. I pulled out and Kell got down on her knees. She swallowed every drop I could give her.
In the lobby below us, several folks cheered or clapped. Ella and Kell waved.
All four of us returned to the room and collapsed into chairs or on the bed.
Later in the evening, after a light supper from room service, the four of us fucked again more slowly on the balcony overlooking the lobby. This time the front desk didn’t have any patrons and I could see the receptionist fingering herself underneath her skirt as she watched.
Finally, we said good night. Ella and Aston went back to their room, and Kell and I fell into bed.
The next morning we got on the road early, hoping to get to my folks’ place by dinner time. Around noon my phone rang. Kell was at the wheel and I answered.
“Hello?”
“Jacob, it’s your mother.”
“Hi mom. We’re on the road, should be at your place by about 4:30 hopefully.”
“Good. I have some bad news.”
“Bad news?” I asked, glancing at Kell. “What’s the matter?”
“It’s your father. He has Covid.”
[TO BE CONTINED]