Incest stories: Life With Aunt Jess Pt 1

Incest stories: Life With Aunt Jess Pt 1 – Chap 9

by hornykip50

“It’s not selfish, Mom. If you have been fighting your feelings for this long and fighting so hard, I have to say, I admire your stamina.”

“So do I,” Dad said as he walked into the room. I tried to cover myself to no avail. Jess didn’t bother. “Don’t worry, kids. I am not upset. I know everything that goes inside your mom’s beautiful head.” He knelt before Mom and looked directly into her weeping eyes. “I will never tire of having to keep your feet on the ground, as you say it.”

“I love you so much John Tuttle,” Mom said as she hugged Dad’s head. “So… when is this going to happen?”

“I was thinking about Prom night, if the doctor releases Jess before then.” I suggested.

“Prom night? That’s nearly two months away! You had better be ready to eat a lot of pussy between now and then.!”

“Well, we need to leave you two alone to discuss this. Get dressed and get the day going,” Dad ordered. He and Mom left the room so Jess and I could get ready for the day.

“What the fuck just happened here?” I asked.

“The whole family is behind us and our love,” Jess observed. “Now, why do we have to wait till Prom night to go all the way?”

“I thought it was a good time. A romantic night.”

“Well, I guess if I have to wait that long… You had better be ready to eat a lot of pussy! You do an awesome job, by the way.”

“You really think so?” I asked with new confidence.

“Look at the bed. We’re going to have to change the sheets and flip the mattress. I made such a mess.”

“We need to get in the shower first.” Jess grabbed my dick and lead me to the bathroom. Once there we got in the shower and cleaned each other. Once finished we joined the rest of the family for brunch.

We spent the rest of the day just hanging out, watching movies and shooting the shit. At around seven o’clock, Jess gave me a tight loving hug and equally loving kiss, and headed for home. She called two hours later, when she got home and we talked for another hour, before Grammi told her to get off the phone and get to bed.

The music store delivered my new guitar and amp on Monday. I played around with it most of that evening, once I finished my homework. Jess received her electronic piano as well.

Tuesday, I had my first guitar lesson at the music store. The first thing he taught me was the intro to “Smoke on the Water” by Deep Purple . The instructor told me that if I can’t play the intro within a week, I shouldn’t play guitar at all. He said it was that simple. He gave me the sheet music with tabs to help me. I had it mostly down that evening. It needed some work, but that’s what I practiced for.

Wednesday, after school I went to Dabi’s to check on the progress of my car. They had the body in primer and block sanded and ready for the base coat of paint. I told Dabi I would check in again in a week.

Thursday, I had my second music lesson. The instructor was happy that I had pretty much had the intro to the song down. He said he had hope that I wasn’t wasting his time. As soon as I got home that afternoon, I called Tom and told him what I had learned. He sounded happy and said I was progressing at about the same pace he was. We agreed to get together someday soon. I talked with Jess for a couple hours that evening, of course.

The next two weeks were routine. The same thing as the week before. Guitar lessons Tuesday and Thursday. I checked on my car on Wednesday, and Jess came on Friday. We pleasured each other orally as often as we could. Mom was doing very good, with her desires. Dad was doing well to keep her feet on the ground. My birthday was the next week, I would be nineteen. We were going to have a party at Grammi and Pap’s. I asked if Jess’ friends could be there. The ones I was familiar with, at least. Amber, Kathy, Misty, Kendall, Dave and Tom would be there.

My birthday was actually Friday, so Dabi delivered my car to the house after school. It was more than I had imagined. Deep metal blue body, with a pearl white top and buckskin leather interior. Seventeen by thirteen inch tires on the rear and sixteen by eights on the front. The car looked as mean as I hoped it ran. And when I took it out for my first drive, I discovered that it was one bad ass car.

I insisted on driving to my birthday party on Saturday, so I could show off my car. Jess was absolutely crazy for it. She danced around it for several minutes, then suggested we take a ride and break it in properly. As much as I wanted to, I didn’t feel the time was right.

The party was tame to say the least. It was a typical child’s party with cake and ice cream. The only things adolescent were the guests and the music we played. The adults gathered and talked adult things, the young children, Pat and Kat played video games, while the adolescents all gathered and did our own thing. We planned to get together and practice our instruments.

That evening, Jess and I excused ourselves and got in the shower. We started out simply washing each other. I was, to say the least, a little disappointed. I was feeling quite horny as my hard throbbing member would attest to. When we were clean, I pushed her back against the wall of the shower and started kissing her. “I love you Jess… With all my heart,” I whispered in her ear.

“I love you with all my heart,” she whispered back. “But, why are we whispering?”

“I just sounds more romantical.”

“Romantical, huh? First you make me hot by whispering in my ear. Then you nearly kill the moment with your Mike Wyzowski impression.” I was pressed against her naked body, but tried to move away after that exchange. “Where the fuck do think you’re going?” She locked her arms around me and mashed her pussy against my leg.

“I just thought, since I ruined the moment, I would go lick my wounds.”

“You can’t lick your wounds. That’s my job.” She turned me around and pinned me against the shower wall. She then began to savagely kiss me all over my face. She planted her steamy pussy against my leg once more and slowly humped it up and down till it was slick with her juice. I grabbed her ass and pulled her tighter to my leg. “Take me to bed now.”

“Or lose you forever?”

“Oh… No…! You are not getting out of it that easy.” We got out of the shower, dried off, and quickly dashed to her bed. We wasted no time getting on the bed. We continued our hot kissing. We lay beside each other fondling and kissing.

“I am going first,” I offered and started the trek down Jess’ long lean body to her sweet cunny. I teased her lips and hole till she begged me to suck her clitoris. I alternated between sucking her hardening clit and probing her tight hole. In a moment of curiosity I pulled her leg up and apart and went in for a taste of her chocolate starfish. I licked it gently at first.

“Oh, you dirty, dirty boy,” she said. “Don’t even think about stopping. That feels so fucking good.” I pushed my tongue at her tight little hole. She twitched as I pushed in slightly. The muscle relaxed slightly and allowed me to probe deeper. “Mmm. I am liking that a lot.”

Jess pushed me away just far enough that she could roll onto her stomach and push her shapely ass into the air. This gave me the room I needed to tongue the tiny pucker deeper yet. “Oh, that is just it! Push that tongue deeper into my asshole you dirty little boy.” While my tongue was doing it’s job, my finger found her tight vagina. I moved the digit very slow,y into the sweet hole. I was not sure whether she would be able to take it yet, but I felt the need to try. “Ah, yes, Honey, finger my sweet pussy!”

I moved my finger slowly and gently in and out of her vagina at the same time I continued to tongue fuck her tiny asshole. In just a few very short minutes, she began to buck hard into my hand and mouth. Her breathing became deep and rapid. Her pussy seemed to tighten and flood with her juices. “Mmm… Ah! Oh…. Honey! Harder my love, harder! I am cumming. Oh FUCK! You are making CUM! AHHH!” Her orgasm hit with a strong spasm that nearly broke my finger in her vagina and sucked my tongue out of my mouth into her heated asshole. Her whole body tensed then relaxed slightly over the next minute or so, through her intense orgasm.

Jess went limp as her orgasm subsided. She lay on her stomach panting and whimpering. I moved beside her and stroked her hair and caressed her cheek. “I love you Jess.” I kissed her as close on her lips as I could considering her position.

“Not half as much as I love you,” Jess sighed. “Give me a minute to recover, and I will give you what you have earned.” Jess fought if off as much as she could, but drifted into an angelic and satisfied sleep.

“Goodnight my sweet princess,” I whispered in her ear. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” I settled in next to my lovely aunt and was shortly asleep with her.
My wake up Sunday was a familiar one. I got the sensation of pleasure coming from my groin area, along with wet, warm and sucking. I knew in an instant that Jess was giving me an early morning blowjob. “Good morning, Baby,” I said. She glanced up at me, winked and continued giving me an amazing treat. She sucked the head and flicked her tongue over the tip. One hand was on my balls, the other rubbed the inside of my leg near the knee. I was amazed at how a gentle touch behind my knee could feel so erotic.

Jess licked her way down my shaft to the thick base under my balls. She sucked my balls gently into her mouth, first one then the other. “Oh, this is fantastic,” I said. She tilted her head and slid her head back up my dick to the head. She then took it in her wet mouth once again.

“Your dick tastes wonderful. Once it has had a chance to marinate, that is.”

“Marinate?” I chuckled.

She smacked her lips as she pulled away from the tip once more. “Yes, marinate. You know, cure and get some flavor to it. My friends told me about it, and I know now what they mean. Your taste is incredible… Edible.” She took me into her mouth again and slowly sucked her way down so that nearly all my six inches was in her mouth. She held at the bottom and cupped her tongue around the shank sending shivers up my spine.

I could feel the pressure building in my balls as she moved her mouth over every inch of my phallus. She appeared to be enjoying herself as she would moan slightly when she pushed the last little bit into her throat. She closed her lips tight around my meat stick and pulled to just under the head. Then she loosened her lips then dove back to the bottom to repeat the movement.

She kept up the slow pace for quit a while. I was so turned on by all she was doing, but the feeling was too intense for me to come. That doesn’t seem possible, but that is how it felt to me. In a couple minutes, I think she began to need more as she picked up her pace and started to stroke me in cadence with her oral movements. This was what I needed. The pressure from her fingers wrapped around my girth and the rhythm of her head oscillating on my flesh pin was having the desired affect. My balls and whole midsection for that matter, began to tingle as the pressure was building even higher in my aching balls. I grabbed a handful of her angel soft black hair and pushed her head down gently and shot the first big load down her willing throat. She hummed her thanks and started a fevered pace to bring me off faster. I came harder and harder for the next three or four shots, until my orgasm tapered to a soft finish.

Jess sucked me till my dick was completely limp in her mouth. She swallowed the last remnants of my semen, then pulled up beside on the bed. “How was that?” she asked.

“It was wonderful,” I said as I pulled her face close for a loving kiss. “You just keep getting better and better. Though, you were never bad.” We snuggled on the bed and made small talk for a few minutes until Grammi called us out for breakfast. I quickly got up and darted for the bathroom. Jess had the same idea and pushed me out of the way and sat on the toilet to pee. “Dammit, Jess! My bladder is about to explode.!”

Jess laughed maniacally and simply sat there, prolonging my misery. “How long before you have to let go and piss all over the place?”

“Two and a half seconds,” I said impatiently. She smiled coyly, wiped and slowly abdicated her position on the commode. I quickly took my position at the toilet and let the contents of my bladder flow.

We cleaned up, brushed our teeth and went to her bedroom to get dressed. “Are you kids getting up?” Grammi asked.

“Yes, mom,” Jess said. “We’ll be right out.” We finished dressing and joined the rest of the family at the breakfast table.

Shortly after lunch, I called Tom and asked if he would like to join us uptown for ice cream. It was going to be a warm day. Warm for April anyway. Jess and I thought it a good idea to get together with the friends and get a treat. Tom readily agreed and said he would gather the rest of the “Crew”. “Be sure to bring your hot rod,” Tom said.

After a stop at the car wash, we met at the city’s most popular ice cream parlor. It was also known for bringing in hot rodders for impromptu car shows. We no more than got settled with our treats, when other people with classic hot rods started showing up. I had never done a car show before, so I didn’t know what to do, but after watching a few of the other owners setting up, I had a good idea what was normally done. I opened the hood, the trunk and rolled down the windows.

As the cars continued to file into the parking lot of the ice cream parlor, one of the first to arrive greeted me and introduced himself. “I am Forrest Robertson. And you are?”

“I am Charles Tuttle,” I said shaking his hand. “My family and friends call me Chet.”

“Good to meet you Chet. Very nice car. Did you build it yourself?”

“No, I am sorry I did not,” Humbling myself before him. “I bought the car from a man who had it ninety percent done, then took it to my local body shop and he finished it.”

“Who did the work?”

“Dabi Garcia.”

“Oh, yes. I see the quality. He is one of the best. Are you a member of the Hot Rodders’ Guild?”

“No. Should I be?”

“Yes. Especially with a machine like that. We have many shows during the summer all over the state. They run from Memorial Day to Labor Day. We give trophies for best of show, most and least modified, and other categories. Give me your address and I will send you the membership packet.” He handed me a pad and a pen and I scratched my information on it. “Thank you. I had better greet the rest. I am the president of the Akron Chapter. It would behoove you to introduce yourself to the men in our guild.”
“Thank you,” I said, shaking his hand again. I took Jess’ hand in mine and we walked from car to car introducing ourselves to the other owners. Jess knew a few of them, being from here.

We spent the rest of the afternoon getting to know the members of the Akron Hot Rodders’ Guild. I learned a lot about showing my car and made some great contacts for the shows to follow. The show broke up shortly before six o’clock that evening. I stopped at a local fast food drive-in and picked up our evening meal for the family and my new friends. We all went back to my grandparents’ and ate outside, enjoying the unseasonal warmth of this April evening.

After the meal, “The Crew” and I sat on the patio and played our guitars, as best we could. Jess
brought her piano out, and demonstrated her talent. I was very impressed. We played until ten o’clock when my parents insisted we pack up and get home, saying “We have to work tomorrow and you have school.” Jess gave me a deep kiss and big hug, and we were off. The road back to Sandusky seemed especially long that night. I kept telling myself that prom was two short weeks later. It helped me go forward. And I would see her again the next weekend as well, when we got together with the “Crew” to practice our guitars.

The week was a busy one, so it seemed to go by like a flash. I had my normal guitar lessons on Monday and Thursday, I worked for Grandma Tuttle on Tuesday and Wednesday, and Friday, I finished the painting on the model I had gotten for Christmas from Jess. It was nearing the point where I would start the assemble process. Jess was becoming impatient to see it finished. Of course I spoke with Jess on a nightly basis. The conversations were getting racier than ever. We were so horny for each other that we thought we would not be able to hold out till Prom night.

Saturday, Jess and the “Crew” invaded our house. This was the weekend for me to host the practice session. A few of my school friends joined us with the jam. Some were better musicians, and others were at about the level we were. The more experienced players were very helpful and encouraging to we lesser players. At one point we did a head count, and had thirteen players. We would have had more, but there were a couple missing from Jess’ Akron crew. One of my Sandusky friends stated that a couple more wanted to come out today, but didn’t know that they would be welcome. I told him, that was silly, that the more the merrier and that we were here for a common cause.

Mom and Dad surprised the entire group with a catered meal late in the afternoon. They seemed happy we were all together. We had pulled smoked pork sandwiches, baked beans , and potato and macaroni salads. Once we had devoured nearly everything set for us, we went back to playing our instruments. We played till dark, when the members of Jess’ crew needed to pack up and head for home. The local boys left at about the same time.

Once the guests were all gone, Jess and I excused ourselves to get in the shower. “Is that all you’re going to do?” Mom inquired.

“We aren’t going to have sex, if that is what you’re implying,” Jess replied with a little annoyance in her voice.

“Easy sis,” Mom said. “I was just teasing. A-and a little hopeful.”

“Patience Mom,” I said. “There is only one week left till Prom and we plan… Hope…. You know.”

“C’mon Chet, I wanna get in the shower. I stink.” Jess grabbed my hand and pulled into the bathroom, where she proceeded to tear at my clothing.

“Patience, baby. What’s the hurry anyway?” I asked.

“I am so fucking horny. I need you make me cum.” I needed no more coaxing. I quickly finished undressing and helped Jess get out of her things. She tuned and bent slightly to get the water set for the shower. I did as any normal, albeit horny, teen-aged male would do. I checked her fine rounded ass. I had seen it many times, but I was no less enthralled with the sight of it. The separation of a week apart only served to make me appreciate more the attributes of the young woman who stands naked before me. She was right about smelling. I would argue that she did not stink, though. The heat from her aroused pussy was evident in the sweet aroma filling the small room. My cock responded immediately and sprang to full attention.

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