CHAPTER TEN
When Joan got back that afternoon, things were back to normal. Peg was preparing dinner and Ben was watching TV.
Joan sauntered in with her sexy wiggle. Both Ben and his mother felt a nervous strain as they wondered whether to tell Joan what they'd been up to.
"Where have you been?" Peg asked her sister.
"I went to the art gallery," she said. "You really have a nice gallery in this town."
"That sounds nice," Peg said.
Ben had come into the kitchen where the sisters were talking. He just couldn't stay away from them. Even after knowing all the secrets of their bodies first-hand.
"What have you two been up to?" Joan asked.
Ben and Peg looked at each other quickly, saying nothing. Then they looked at Joan, then at each other again. The silence seemed to fill the room like a fog.
"Nothing," Peg finally said, awkwardly.
But Ben and Peg both knew how hollow and false that sounded. They might as well have told Joan that they'd been fucking. And the way Joan nodded her head made it doubly clear that she knew.
Both Ben and Peg hated to keep the secret from Joan, who had triggered all the wonderful things that had happened.
"Oh, Joan," Peg said. "I don't want to have any secrets from you. Ben and I fucked our brains out today. It was wonderful!"
"Yeah, it was great," Ben said.
"And we have you to thank," Peg said to her sister. "You seem to have loosened things up around here."
"Well, thanks," Joan said. "I'm glad things have worked out so well."
Nothing else was said, but the three of them knew that there was more fun in store for them. And they all knew that the next step would be for the three of them to get into bed together.
It wasn't until after dinner when they were all sitting in the living room, that things began happening.
Since his aunt had come in that afternoon and his mother confessed their incest, Ben had been imagining how wonderful it would be to fuck both of these chicks at the same time. Now he found he couldn't suggest it himself.
Ben looked at his mother. She seemed nervous. Only Joan was relaxed. She was reading a magazine, seemingly unconcerned about the lust in the air.
Finally, Joan put down her magazine. Ben and Peg stared at her, hoping that she would do or say something to break the silence.
"Well, I'd like to go to bed with one or both of you," Joan said. "If either or both of you are willing, that is."
"Yeah!" Ben said eagerly.
"Sure!" Peg said simultaneously – and just as eagerly.
Joan smiled.
"Good," she said. "This is going to be fun."
Ben and Peg almost leaped out of their seats. They stood like anxious children at the offer of an ice cream cone.
Joan couldn't help laughing at them. Ben and Peg knew that they were acting like children. They couldn't help it, though. And they didn't care how they were acting, as long as they could get Joan into bed with them.
"Well, who's room should we use?" Joan asked.
"I've got the biggest bed," Peg said.
So they marched to Peg's room. Joan led the way, then came Peg, and Ben brought up the rear, staring at the two asses wiggling in front of him. He couldn't help rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
Once in Peg's room, Joan began stripping nonchalantly.
"I suppose your mother told you that she and I had a fling," Joan said to her nephew.
"Yeah," Ben said. "It sounded exciting as hell."
"It was," Joan said, smiling at her sister. "But this is going to be even better."
Ben looked from one chick to the other, watching their bodies emerging and comparing their tits. Joan's firm knockers and his mother's enormous jugs began shimmering and swaying as they pulled off their slacks.
The thought of having all that tit-flesh to play with made Ben hurry out of his clothes. When his prick was bared, he saw how both women stared at him. Ben felt proud of himself.
"Gee, who would have thought the three of us could wind up in bed together?" Joan asked.
"I sure didn't," Ben said. "I still can't believe all this is happening."
By that time, both chicks had gone to where Ben stood. They closed in around him, pressing soft, warm tits to his chest and arms. Then there were fingers crawling up and down his shaft and his balls were passed from hand to hand.
Peg kissed her son. Then Joan kissed him. Ben's head was spinning with excitement.
As they kissed and grabbed at each other, they moved slowly to the bed. They collapsed on it without pausing in their lustful play.
"This is great," Ben said as his hands filled with tits.
"Yeah," his mother agreed. "I should have tried this long ago."
"You've never been in bed with more than one other person?" Joan asked, surprised.
"No, I'm sorry to say I never have," Peg admitted. "And certainly not with my sister and son."
Ben was lying on his back with a woman on either side. The chicks had their tits thrust at him as they covered his face and neck with kisses.
Ben was having trouble reaching all the goodies around him in that position, but having the women caressing every part of him was fabulous. They had his legs pulled apart by hooking one of their legs around his. Their hands were moving over his thighs, belly, and – best of all – his prick.
Still, though, Ben longed to grab their cunts. He rolled onto his side, facing his mother. He hated to turn his back on his aunt, but he thought his mother deserved his attention first.
Ben wrapped his hand around his mother's pussy. Hot juice seeped out onto his hand. He kissed his mother deeply.
Meanwhile, his aunt clung to his back. Her tits pressed over the hard surface of his back and she reached around him to hold his balls.
After fingering his mother's cunt and kissing her for a while, Ben turned around. He kissed and fingered his aunt. His mother pressed her tits to his back and held his balls as Joan had done.
"Watching you two is as fun as anything else," Peg said, looking over her son's shoulder.
"That's part of the fun," Joan said. "But there's so much more, too."
Peg started moving down the bed, kissing her son's body as she moved down it. Ben kept finger-fucking his aunt, but he let the lower part of his body twist so his prick stuck straight up in the air. His mother brought her face to his cock-stand. She slipped the fat tip of Ben's prick into her mouth.
"Ah!" Ben gasped as he felt the heat of her mouth surround his cock.
"Let me suck your cunt," Ben said to his aunt.
"That's the spirit," Joan said happily as she swung around, bringing her cunt up to the boy's face.
Now Joan's head was near her sister's cunt. And as Ben moved his face to Joan's cunt, nibbling at her crotch, he saw Joan doing the same thing to his mother.
Sucking a cunt was exciting. But knowing that his aunt would be sucking his mother's cunt at the same time made it much more so.
Ben nuzzled his face into his aunt's pussy just as he had nuzzled into his mother's cunt that afternoon. He began to notice the differences between the two pussies, but the flavor was the same. His aunt began pumping her hips just like his mother had.
"Mmmmmmmm," Joan hummed into Peg's cunt with the pleasure Ben was giving her.
Ben could feel the vibrations of his mother's soft moans as she sucked him. His tongue was still a beginner at pussy-lapping, but he was already getting good at it. He was reaching up his aunt's tunnel and fluttering his tongue as he had done to his mother, but he was tongue-fucking her with more finesse and skill.
As Ben tickled his aunt's twat with his tongue, he enjoyed the way his mother sucked him. She was doing wild things with her tongue to the head of his cock as she held it in her mouth. As she sucked him, she held his balls and played with the crack of his ass.