nsfe (not safe for ellie)

“Always was a sweetheart, wasn’t she. The bed dips, and your hair is smoothed gently off your forehead. You can smell your aunt’s perfume, dabbed on her wrists and behind her ears each morning. On your thigh one finger has become two, still those long, slow passes, edging closer and closer into the crease of your hip. You can feel yourself leaking, the new panties from your shopping trip getting slick on the inside. It’s mortifying. Your only hope is to lie as still and quiet as possible so maybe you won’t have to talk about it in the morning. “All right then,” your mom says, and then suddenly-- You can’t help it. When her hand-- her hand, your mother’s hand-- cups your cock, you grunt and push your hips up into it. For a moment all you can hear is the blood rushing in your ears, your overwhelming shame. God, it feels so good. Maybe that’s why you lose track of what happens next, shaking back into your body just in time to hear your aunt cooing at you and the heavy, hot weight of-- “You want to go first?” “Just warming her up for you, though it doesn’t seem like she needs much.” You’re panting, you realize, and you desperately try to suck in air, ease your breathing back to something that could, laughably, pass for sleep. Oh, god. Mom-- her soft, heavy breasts drag back and forth across your chest as she rubs-- as she rubs what must be her cunt up and down your aching cock, the slide so good it sends sparks down your whole spine. The lace, so soft in the store, scrapes now between you, too much-- you’re going to come. You press your palms into the mattress and try to hold it back, but oh god, Mom, Mom, Mom-- The pressure disappears and your eyes fly open before you can stop yourself, a desperate groan forcing itself past your teeth. Before you slam them back shut you see your Mom gazing down at you, a tiny smile tucked into the corner of her mouth. Oh. Of course she knows. You’ve never been able to fool her. “Mm. Now you can go.” “Oh so kind of you, I’ve only flown seven and a half hours to get here!” “Oh shut up, you know your life is great. Here.” You’re flinching again as your panties are yanked down, something cold and slippery closing around you. Lube, it must be. Head spinning, it’s not as much of a surprise as it could be when the bed creaks and tilts around you, the two of them switching places. Of course it would be Auntie too, if it’s Mom. They’ve always shared everything between them. Even, it seems, you. As soon as the head of your cock presses into Auntie’s tight heat you come. You don’t mean to. You felt closer earlier, with Mom rubbing up against you, but you guess you’ve just been on edge for too long. You’re shaking, back arching up and mouth falling open. The feeling goes on and on, and as you shift your legs you realize that Auntie hasn’t stopped, she’s dropped herself all the way down to the hilt. It’s too much, far too much. She’s squeezing, and it’s cutting off your breath. Tears gather underneath your eyelids and you toss your head, bucking to get her off you-- and steady hands land on your shoulders, holding you down. Your mother. “Shhhh, honey, shhhh,” she says. A kiss to your cheek. “You can take it. I know you can. You’re a good girl, our good girl, shhhh.” By clenching every muscle in your body, you manage to make yourself relax again. There’s no way either of them believe you’re still asleep right now, but you can’t bring yourself to go through the pantomime of waking up. Your aunt’s hole is still too much, but it feels so good you feel some of those tears leaking out down past your temples, running into your hair. How… how many times have they done this? How long have they done this? “There we go,” Auntie says, and starts to ride.