I will admit, this is the weakest part of the storyline. If you want to go on and skip to part V, you will not hurt my feelings (and you won't miss any data critical to the story).
I had my first good look at my aunt and grandmother. My aunt was in her late 30s and looked like a slimmer version of my mom – with a small, cute, delightful little chest, and an ass similar to Sheena’s. My grandmother, who supposedly was in her late-50’s, also looked a lot like my mom, except she had spread out quite a bit. Both her chest and her hips were bigger – she was a very curvy girl. I had to admit, for her age, granny looked pretty damn good. She carried the curves a way women half her age would have killed for.
Looking good or not, grandma was holding a shotgun and she did not look like a happy camper.
She walked over to our cheerful little puppy pile and ordered us to get dressed. We were gagged, led out to an SUV in the driveway and driven to a large farmhouse about an hour away.
Once inside, I was separated from my mother and sisters. I was led to a large bedroom and locked in.
Downstairs I could hear raised voices, especially those of my mother, but aside from a few snippets, I had no idea what they were saying. Through our common bond I could feel anger and resentment, but no fear. I figured if she wasn’t afraid, I had no reason to be.
I poked around the room a little. There was an adjoining bathroom, and a comfortable chair, next to a table with magazines. They were mostly porn. I thought it odd my grandmother would have adult magazines around, but then I remembered who I was dealing with.
I’d had little sleep since I landed 48 hours prior. The bed looked tempting. Within minutes, I was asleep.
It was dark outside when I awoke. A small lamp had been lit and a sandwich was left out for me. A small bag with toiletries and a robe sat on the chair. The door was still locked and the house was silent. I didn’t know what time it was because my grandmother had taken my cell phone, but it seemed late. While I was concerned for my mother and sisters, I knew that I would know instantly if anything happened to them, so I was sure they were okay.
I ate the sandwich, drank some water, then took a shower and freshened up. When I exited the bathroom, I saw the bed had been turned all the way down, a large towel laid out, and the pillow had been replaced with a pair of folded towels. Also, several candles had been lit around the room and an incense burner gave off a pungent, sensual aroma.
A bottle of wine sat on the table. I poured myself a glass and settled into the easy chair, not sure what was going to happen next, but willing to await further developments.
There must have been a hidden camera somewhere in the room, because within a moment of my hitting the chair, there was a timid knock, and the door slid open. In came my aunt and my grandmother, this time without the shotgun.
My grandmother wore a black corset that cinched her waist and accentuated her impressive curves. Over that, she wore a sheer black robe and nothing else, revealing a full but neatly trimmed bush. If I had thought she had looked good earlier, she looked incredible now.
My aunt had on just a white thong and a sheer bra, nothing else. Her small tits and tiny, hard nipples stood out against her milky skin. The thin thong accentuated a shaven snatch and robust labia. She was tiny but incredibly sexy, and in many ways the sexual opposite of her own mother.
Their demeanor was different from earlier. They stood before me, smiling and perky. Their perfumes mixed with the incense and thickened the already heady aroma around the room – but did not completely cover up the growing smell of arousal. The glitter in the makeup around their eyes twinkled in the candlelight.
My aunt giggled, then my grandmother followed suit.
A few hours ago they were pointing a gun at me, now a giggling girl act?
They were on my seduction list – but this was not how you went about that. I just knew that no matter what I did, they would be the ones in control. I also knew they would never be in that spiritually connected circle of four – me, my sisters, my mom.
Still, here they were, looking hot and just about naked. I was game for a fuck, and I was pretty sure my mom would approve.
I tossed the rest of the glass of wine back in one gulp and poured another.
“Yes?” I asked, sounding as casual as possible.
My aunt giggled again. “I’m sorry how you were treated earlier, that was unfortunate. But we want to make it up to you. How about a nice massage from two gorgeous young ladies. We’ll give you the happiest ending you’ve ever had.”
They both giggled again, then turned and kissed each other deeply. Their hands wandered over each other’s bodies. My cock stirred under my robes. It had a mind of its own.
I stood up and they took off my robe, staring at my rising eight-and-a-half. I started towards the bed, but instead was directed to a desk chair that stood in the corner with a towel and sheet draped over it.
My grandmother removed her robe, giving me a clear view of her breasts. They were bigger than my mother’s and bigger than Sheena’s. Wide aureoles surrounded fat nipples on big, fat tits. I kept my eyes locked on them as she removed the pony tail from her jet black hair and let it fall around her shoulders.
She hovered her hands over my shoulders, barely touching them very lightly. Her breasts hung softly in front of my face. Her fingertips caressed my arms, then she pushed her breasts closer and brushed the tips against my lips. I was so mesmerized by what I was experiencing I didn’t even lick them.
My aunt had moved behind me, her body just touching mine. She dragged her long blonde hair over my shoulders and neck, then gently hissed nonsense words into my ears. A tingle ran up my spine and exploded across my head as her warm breath caressed the inside of my earlobe. She ran her fingertips across my chest, making light circles around my nipples. She breathed across my neck, then traced my arms back up to my shoulders. Ever so softly she dragged fingernails down my back.
My aunt came around and moved behind my grandmother, caressing her mother’s bare breasts. My grandmother closed her eyes as my aunt whispered softly into her ear. Her fingertips found my grandmother’s nipples and flitted across them as she made soft hissing sounds. My grandmother reached back and ran her fingers softly through my aunt’s hair, turning and hissing into her ear in return. My aunt smiled at me as a rush of tingles coursed through my body.
They turned to face each other and continued their caresses, seeming to forget me completely. My aunt softly blew air across my grandmother’s breasts, while my grandmother caressed her hair with her fingertips. They both purred.
Their lips met – almost, stopping just a fraction of a centimeter apart, then brushing against each other. They repeated this several times, before my grandmother lowered her face to my aunt’s breasts and breathed across them.
A feather appeared in my grandmother’s hand. My aunt’s eyes got wide. She pulled off her bra and thong, then lay down on the bed, face up. My grandmother began at my aunt’s toes and worked upwards, dragging the feather across her skin, which flushed at the touch. When the feather reached the junction between her legs, my aunt spread them slightly, allowing my grandmother to drag the feather up across them, back down the top of a thigh, then back up between her legs – only to repeat the process on the opposite thigh. She did this several times before lifting the feather and running it across her tongue. She slipped the feather between my aunt’s breasts, made several loops across each, and tingled her nipples. My aunt’s purrs and moans filled the room.
I was mesmerized. They caressed, purred, and occasionally moaned in pleasure. I was rock hard but didn’t want to stroke for fear of interrupting the tingling magic that had overtaken them – me - entire room.
My grandmother ran the feather across my aunt’s face and neck, then lifted it, turned to me, and ran it down along her own breasts, her own slit and down her legs. When she bent over to caress her feet, my aunt sat up on the bed and caressed my grandmother’s ass with her fingertips, blowing her warm breath across her exposed slit.
They both slowly arose and turned to me. My grandmother indicated the bed. I complied and lay face up on the bed as ordered.
Before I realized what had happened, they had slipped cuffs on both my wrists, chaining me to the bed. I was about to protest, but my aunt put a finger across my lips and winked.
My aunt positioned herself near my head and softly caressed my scalp, my face, my neck, barely touching the skin. She dragged her hair across my face, neck and shoulders. She hovered her breasts over my mouth just long enough for me to get a slight taste, before pulling them back and giving me a very soft, gentle kiss on the lips. She blew into my ears first one, then the other, then the first.
Meanwhile my grandmother started at my feet with the feather, working her way up the inside of my thighs. When she reached my pulsating cock she ran the feather up it twice, then moved up my chest and across my nipples. She ran it along my side, along my arm, and back to my leg, and back to my cock, where she stroked the feather upwards and off the tip, then placed it back against my balls, stroking it again up the shaft and off the tip. She repeated this over and over.
Pre-come dribbled down my cock.
My aunt’s whispering in my ears had resolved into words as she went back and forth between right and left, dragging her blonde hair across my face and head with each pass. In my right ear she whispered words like “love”, “desire”, “passion” and in my left she whispered words like “cock”, “cunt”, “fuck”. Every few passes she would lean forward and brush her breasts across my face. I reached up with my tongue but was only ever granted the briefest taste of flesh before the alternating words began again.
My cock was throbbing and tingling all at once. My grandmother pressed two fingers softly against the base, bent over, and with a wide open mouth just inches from the tip, blew across it. I groaned. My aunt stopped her whispering, drew her hair across my face, then hovered her breasts over my mouth. I could barely make my tongue reach the tip of her nipple. I flicked it across the tip, greedily.
My grandmother continued her breathes across my cock, holding her open mouth she slipped it down so that the tip was inside but her lips weren’t touching the head or the sides. She blew out a hot, wet breath and I felt like I was going to explode. She closed her lips for just a second right below the base of the head.
She moved up and flicked the very tip of her tongue right behind my cock’s head, repeatedly, taking me beyond sanity. I felt like I was going to die if I didn’t have release.
“Please,” I whispered, almost cried, “please let me come . . . “
My grandmother closed her lips and slid them all they way down my cock to the base. Once more, twice more, and I unloading everything I had across her face and massive chest. I groaned. I felt like I was coming an ocean.
My aunt licked every drop off of her mother’s body.
My aunt and grandmother got up silently, uncuffed me, and picked up their outfits. I propped myself up on my elbows.
“That was wonderful,” I said. “But what the fuck is this all about? Earlier today you were pointing a gun at me, now you give me a tingle-fuck. What’s going on?”
“Tonight, we had to make sure you were fully functional,” my grandmother said. “The rest will all become clear tomorrow.”
Before I could ask any more questions, they slipped out of the room and I lay naked on the bed, my cock still throbbing, my scalp still pulsating, my brain utterly puzzled...