Author’s note:
All characters portrayed in this fictional story are over the age of eighteen years. This story includes incestuous relations with the intent of pregnancy. It does not involve anal.
Special thanks to kenjisato for his assistance in proofreading and editing my story.
“Your turn, dummy!” my aunt chirped.
“That’s not nice, Amber,” Mom rebutted, coming to my defense.
“You coddle your son too much, Avery,” Amber whined. “You’ve turned him into a Mama’s Boy.”
“Nonsense,” Mom retorted. “Through hard work and dedication to his goals, he’s advancing in his apprenticeship and has plenty of stress, without you lambasting him, too.”
“Exactly,” Aunt Amber replied. “Working at a place where his mommy is employed, and you were probably instrumental in him obtaining the sought-after position.”
I didn’t interact with their playful squabbling because this is what they enjoyed doing. Tempers never flared while they sparred with each other.
Mom hesitated, before softly answering, “You know why he was accepted.”
Silence. Mom had won this battle as my aunt would never pursue this conversation. Dad was killed six years ago by a freaky, on-the-job accident. Mom could’ve sued for much more than the company offered in compensation, but she accepted their offer. She knew Dad loved his employer and wouldn’t have wanted her to fight for more.
It was still a generous offer, and after Mom accepted their terms, the firm offered her a position in addition to the settlement. It was to their benefit because Mom was promoted quickly in the company, assuming the head of a department. Her success was instrumental in securing my apprenticeship.
Their eyes turned to me when their discussion had terminated. Both intently watched, while I concentrated on which card to play. I was unable to remember what Mom had picked up earlier. Mom’s wide grin wasn’t helpful, and somehow she knew the conversation had knocked out any strategic information I might have held. Taking a wild guess, I plopped down the six of spades.
Mom’s smile widened when she laid down her cards and declared, “Gin. You two lose again. Have fun cleaning the kitchen. I’m taking my shower and will meet you in the living room.”
Aunt Amber threw her cards on the table and exclaimed, “Figures. He probably knew you needed it to win your affection.” Mom grinned and left for her bedroom. Amber ordered, “Same as always, Austin, you haul, and I’ll be the brains of the outfit.” Her happy disposition was contagious, with both of us laughing while working. We were used to losing and didn’t mind, since it provided Mom a well-deserved break.
Once we cleaned the dishes and showered, we joined Mom. My aunt and I sat on opposite ends of the couch while Mom sat in her stuffed, comfortable chair. Mom rested her legs on her ottoman resulting in her robe rising several inches above her knees. My eyes gazed at her beautiful legs, and when I looked up, her smile greeted me.
She had become accustomed to my leering, and it didn’t bother her anymore. When I first admired her shapely legs a year ago, she would blush and conceal herself, but eventually relinquished and only smiled in return. Maybe she was happy that someone was paying attention to her alluring attributes.
My aunt’s outstretched legs on the coffee table reminded me of how different they were. There were almost no physical resemblances between the sisters. Aunt Amber was much younger than mom, ten years older than me at twenty-nine. She was taller than mom by four inches and nearly as tall as me at six feet. Her legs were thin, almost too skinny, as was the rest of her slim figure.
Amber’s fingers running through her scalp caught my attention. Her hair was blonde and silky, while Mom’s thicker locks were reddish-brown. Amber’s pixie cut framed her cute face, while Mom preferred a shoulder-length cut with bangs that terminated an inch above her brows. Amber’s eyes locked onto mine while I checked out her lithe body.
“What’s going on this weekend? Any hot dates?” my aunt asked me.
“No, I’m taking a break from dating,” I replied. “My new job commands much of my time, and I don’t want to jeopardize my progress.” In fact, I had quit dating months ago because no one could compete with my beautiful mother. Everyone I had taken out had a hidden agenda, and sex with them was just a means to their goal. Admittedly, I sabotaged many relationships, as my love for Mom prevented me from fully committing.
“Work, eh?” my aunt replied. “You wouldn’t want to make your mother look bad, would you? Plus, it gives you an excuse to be with your mommy all weekend.”
Mom grinned at her sister’s needling. It was my turn to spar with her sister while Mom enjoyed the banter.
Aunt Amber had hit the nail on the head, but I wasn’t admitting anything. “How about you, Auntie? Are you going out with one of your winners again?” I asked with a sarcastic smirk, using air quotes.
Aunt Amber’s look of disdain summed up her dismal track Magosa Escort record in selecting men. Mom chuckled when her sister’s face flushed with embarrassment. “No,” my aunt responded. “I’m taking a break, too. Maybe I’ll hang with you two this weekend if you don’t mind a third wheel.”
“That sounds wonderful, Sis,” Mom interjected. “We’d love your company, wouldn’t we, Austin?”
Not really, but I knew it would make her happy. “Of course, Mom. It’ll be fun.”
Mom had taken my aunt under her wing when my grandmother died four years ago. Their relationship strengthened after that, and my aunt regularly spent much of her free time at our place. Mom set up a bedroom for her to stay overnight whenever she wanted. Her visits had become more frequent and lengthier in the last few months, apparently from my aunt’s loneliness.
Aunt Amber smiled at Mom’s invitation. Shifting her focus to me, she asked, “Austin, it’s your turn to pick the movie tonight. What do you have for us?”
She was way too happy. It was time to take her down a notch. “I found a romantic film, and I think you’ll find it especially appealing since it mirrors many of your relationships.”
“Oh, nice. That’s very sweet of you,” my aunt shimmered with delight.
“It’s a classic. Jack and the Beanstalk,” I giggled. What made it even funnier was that one of her dates was a Jack, and he was much shorter than her.
Amber’s face flushed again while Mom giggled at her sister’s expense. My aunt’s reply was blowing me a raspberry.
They were both happy with my actual selection, enjoying the rest of the evening.
*****
The weekend was more fun than I had imagined possible. My aunt enhanced my time with Mom. Her long strides kept her well ahead of us while Mom and I maintained closer contact. When my aunt continued to gain distance between us, I softly asked, “Mom, do you want me to tell Amber Long Legs to wait for us?”
“No,” Mom giggled. “I wish you wouldn’t make so much fun of her. You don’t know how many men have dumped her because of her tall and thin stature. She doesn’t act as if it bothers her, but she hides it well. I’m proud of how much she’s improved her life since Mom died. Since she’s obtained her nursing certification, her life has turned around.”
Feeling bad that I may have hurt Mom’s or my aunt’s feelings, I apologized, “Sorry, Mom. Other than the few losers I’ve seen her bring over, I thought she must be doing okay. She’s pretty, and with her great personality, she should be able to win over anyone. Of course, she can’t compare with her sister.”
“Thanks, Austin. It’d make me happy if you could treat her like you do me,” she replied and reinforced her suggestion by interlacing her arm with mine. Squeezing my hand, she pulled me near her.
*****
From then on, I placed my aunt on the same high pedestal as my mother. The rewards were immediate; Mom’s show of affection increased. Aunt Amber responded in the same manner and was much nicer to Mom and me. She ceased making fun of my close relationship with Mom and spent more time with us.
Their goodnight hugs were tighter and longer each night. Although Mom’s fuller breasts felt great squashed against me, my aunt’s were equally pleasant because she never wore a bra. Their previous sparring had transformed into vying for my attention.
One night when Mom and I returned from dining out, Aunt Amber was waiting for us. While we played a game, Amber piped, “Avery, I’d enjoy a night out with your son once in a while. Would you mind if we went out to dinner by ourselves?”
Mom’s smile widened. “That would be wonderful. It’s a nice break to get out and enjoy the town, and he’s pretty good company.”
“Mom,” I huffed. “I’m right here. Just pretty good?”
The sisters laughed, and we finished the evening as usual. My weeknights alternated between taking them out separately and together. While they didn’t display any romantic overtures in public, they never referred to themselves as being relatives. Both of them could pass as my dates, and they never corrected anyone when they assumed we were a couple.
The time spent with my aunt turned out better than ever. Her vibrant personality made our dinners fun, and our relationship grew closer. It didn’t hurt that she was a sexy and attractive lady. There were moments when I yearned to kiss her and tell her how I felt.
A feeling of guilt swept through me when I realized I was falling in love with my aunt. Why did it feel like I was cheating on Mom? My love for my mother was seemingly one-sided; she had shown no desire for a physical relationship.
Each time my aunt dropped me off at home after dining, Mom made me describe in detail our outing. She recommended some topics for me to bring up the next time and offered compliments that her sister would appreciate. I couldn’t believe that Mom was coaching me on seducing my aunt. Was she tired of my leering and trying to steer me to someone else?
Mom’s tips worked, Kıbrıs Escort resulting in Aunt Amber openly flirting with me when we dined out. She held my hand when walking outside and bumped her slender body against mine whenever possible. She persuaded Mom to give up another night a week so she could spend more time with me. Mom’s crooked smirk cried out that she was proud of her matchmaking skills.
It wasn’t long before her affectionate actions progressed at home. When I emerged from my shower one night, Aunt Amber patted the spot next to her on the couch. Once seated, she leaned into me and rested her head on my shoulder while watching TV. “I hope you don’t mind your aunt using you for support. Your warm body is comforting after a day at work,” she lamented.
Wrapping my arm around her, I pulled her close. “No worries, Auntie. I’ve never been one to complain when a beautiful woman wants to be closer to me.” The flowery scent of her hair and the close contact of her body awakened my prick. I made a note to arrange myself before coming out to the living room in the future.
Mom’s adoring smile made me feel good; Aunt Amber sighed with delight.
*****
The next time I was out with my aunt, she asked, “Austin, I have a favor to ask of you, and I’d like you to hear me out before making up your mind.”
“Sure, Auntie. If it’s important to you, I’ll do whatever I can.”
“A good friend wants to bear a child, has no partner, and doesn’t want to take a chance with a random guy.”
Talk about a surprise. Was my aunt trying to hook me up with one of her friends? “You’re a nurse. Isn’t artificial insemination commonly used?” I asked. “That should be a simple procedure, routinely performed at the clinic where you work.”
“That’s the problem,” she sighed. “She’s looking for a specific father. Her desire is for you to fertilize her.”
“What?” I exclaimed. “Why me? Is she a stalker? Why wouldn’t she ask me if she knows me?”
“She doesn’t want to reveal her identity, but she does know you and is hopeful that you’d help her. I’m not sure why she picked you, but she’s adamant about it.”
The concept was intriguing. Some mysterious woman selected me out of all the people she knew. The potential consequences of fathering a child to someone unknown bothered me. “You know I’d do anything to help you, but I have a lot of reservations. What if she comes back at a later date and demands child support? As much as I’d like to assist you, I’m afraid I’ll have to pass on this. I hope this doesn’t come between us.”
“I understand,” my aunt sighed, and squirmed uneasily in her seat.
Her distant expression led me to believe she would pursue the subject. She surprised me when she stated, “Let’s drop it. I asked, and that’s enough. Our friendship is more important. Would you like a tour of my workplace now that we’ve finished our meal?”
Her pleading, sexy smile was all I needed to agree. “Of course, I’d love to see your clinic.”
It was a short drive, and it didn’t occur to me that it would be closed. Unlocking the door, Amber escorted me through the rooms, ending with the one where she performed most of her work.
“I didn’t realize your clinic was so small,” I remarked. “Don’t they frown on employees entering the premises during off-hours?”
“They know I come in after work to catch up on things. No one ever shows up, so I can enjoy the tranquility and finish my work faster. What do you think of my workspace?”
It was a large room with several medical machines that I didn’t recognize. In the middle of the room was an examination table alongside what I assumed was a gynecological chair. Staring at the attached metal apparatus, I wondered how it functioned.
My suspicions were confirmed when my aunt noticed my look and explained, “They’re stirrups, used in examining a woman’s pelvic area. You’re lucky you’ll never have to endure the humiliation from one of those.”
My face scrunched up in response to imagining my ankles secured while my legs spread. Amber laughed at my discomfort.
Her face turned serious, stating, “Austin, I’m going to tell you something that I shouldn’t, and you absolutely can’t tell anyone. Promise me.”
“My lips are sealed, Auntie.”
“My friend is more than that, and it’s clear I have to tell you who she is. The woman that wants your child is your mother, Avery.”
My face flushed, and my groin tingled while I digested this piece of information. My lust for Mom resurfaced, and it excited me that she desired to bear my child. “Why didn’t she tell me? I didn’t even know she wanted another,” I stuttered.
“That should be obvious why she didn’t discuss it with you. You’re her son. It’s more than a little awkward to ask your child to impregnate you. As to why, my guess is that she dearly misses your father and wants to honor him in some way. She’s been wanting a child for a couple of years but waited until you could move out of the house in case you didn’t want to remain.”
That Lefkoşa Escort was disheartening news. Mom’s affection towards me was the result of my resemblance to Dad. Additionally, she had orchestrated a closer relationship between my aunt and me to persuade me to agree to provide sperm for Amber’s ‘supposedly’ friend. My love for Mom overrode any feelings of self-pity I might have held. She deserved to fulfill her dreams, and I would do everything I could to help.
“Tell me what you need,” reassuring my aunt that I was onboard. “I want Mom to be happy and will do anything for her.”
Aunt Amber smiled wide, confident that I was committed to the process. “The unusual circumstances involving your mother and you require a less than normal method of insemination,” Amber explained.
She paused, collecting her thoughts before continuing, “Cooling and reusing your sperm will be out of the question. I’ll have you wait in another room while I prep your mother in this room. When she’s ready, I’ll collect the sample from you and inject it into your mother. Neither of you will see each other. She’ll be under the belief that you don’t know her identity.”
Clasping my hands tightly, she intently stared into my eyes before commanding, “You have to be careful. It’s our secret; you agreed to keep it.”
“No problem, Auntie. I’ll keep it between us. You’re the CNA. I’ll leave the technical stuff to you.”
“Since you’re so agreeable, I think we should start immediately. We have to verify your sperm count for viability to know if it’s a feasible option.”
“Really?” I questioned. “How many young men have low sperm counts?”
“Not many, but there’s a chance, and since we may have to do this more than once to impregnate your mother, we need to ensure you have no problems. Go into my office next door and put on a robe. There’s a beaker on my table you can fill.”
“Tonight?”
“Yes,” she replied. “No time like the present.”
Knowing she wouldn’t take no for an answer, I located her office and found a rack of surgical garments. Stripping down, I threw on a gown and slowly stroked my shaft while focusing on images of Mom’s legs. Hearing the door open, I hurriedly closed the flaps to cover myself. “Amber! Little busy here,” I exclaimed.
“Relax,” my aunt replied. “It’s nothing I haven’t seen before. Come with me.”
She led me to the exam room and sat in a chair while I stood near her. “Open up. Let’s see what we’re dealing with,” Amber ordered.
Blushing, I hesitated, and before I could object, my aunt pulled my gown back to expose my semi-hard prick. “Well, it certainly looks like it’s in working order,” Amber giggled as her eyes widened. Cupping my testicles, she judged, “Your balls are large and probably hold an abundance of sperm. When was the last time you ejaculated?”
Still embarrassed from exposing myself to my aunt, I was reluctant to admit anything to her.
“Austin, did you hear me? When was the last time you jerked off?”
Time to fess up as she wasn’t going to drop it. “This morning, around nine.”
“Hmm,” Amber pondered. “Right after breakfast with your mom. We’ll need around three days to build up a full tank. Don’t masturbate anymore until we perform the procedure.”
“Okay, Auntie,” I hoarsely replied. When she gently squeezed my balls, I moaned.
“Did that hurt?” Amber asked.
“No, not in the least.”
“While I examine the rest of you, let me know if you feel any discomfort,” Amber slurred, wrapping one hand around my shaft. Her fingers traced along my length, pressing in the groove along the bottom of my stem.
When her fingers hit my ridge, she traced around the outside and gently squeezed my tip. Within seconds, pre-cum oozed out my slit. “Congratulations,” Amber declared. “You’re a healthy, normal young man. I didn’t realize my sister had you circumcised.”
“It’s not like I had a choice,” I chuckled. “And I don’t advertise it when I meet someone.”
Amber wrapped her hand around my helmeted cap and lightly twisted it. “It’s supposed to be more hygienic for the man and his partners, but I think the real benefit is how it looks. I love the puffy, mushroom-shaped head of a circumcised cock.” Her voice was raspy while she admired my manhood.
Lowering down my stem, her hand filled with my growing cock. When it jerked and filled with blood, my aunt chirped, “Wow, I thought it was already hard. How much bigger does it get?”
“I don’t know, maybe a little. It’s taking longer than normal because I’m a little embarrassed with you here.”
She stroked my shaft in response, coating my cock with my leaking, slick juices. After a dozen pumps, I fully hardened; her eyes glazed over with lust. “Has your mom seen this?” she rasped.
“When I was a child, I’m sure. Probably not since. Why?”
“It would certainly explain why she desired your genetic material,” she murmured. “Take over, and I’ll position the beaker.”
Holding it with both hands near my cock, she intently stared while I stroked my painfully-hard prick. Although it was exciting jerking off in front of my aunt, I wasn’t getting close to an orgasm.
“Frankly,” Amber resounded. “I can’t imagine why your mother doesn’t ask you to do it the old-fashioned way with your impressive equipment.”