Eight

I stood in front of the mirror. The last rays of sunlight died outside my bedroom window. The wind picked up, howling against the now black sky. My bedroom was warm, but even behind the protective walls and windows, the world outside had fallen into a primal cold most would find shelter to escape from.

I fixed the collar to my shirt. Dress pants covered my legs and a simple, but functional belt surrounded my waistband. I had a date with two women I loved deeply, but a part of me held a sliver of concern.

My mind rolled back the events from the pool. After a small swim and some splashing, Dana remained in the pool to do laps. Beth left with me and we made our way upstairs. We were dripping wet, but it didn’t stop her from holding my hand as we made our way to the upper floor. She saw me to my room, her black T-shirt clinging to her voluptuous body. I could feel the fight in her, wanting to enjoy our time together just like the small moment of her sister drinking my seed. Instead, she kissed me on the cheek and left for her bedroom.

After I toweled off, I laid in my bed and stared at the ceiling for a time. Beth and Dana’s words haunted me. My Aunt Lily was the shy one of my aunts. She was quiet, helpful, and listened to everyone. She was the one everyone went to with their problems and she was happy to be an ear if someone wanted to vent or just talk.

I remembered how I loved to talk to her. As far back as I could remember, I went to her to complain about the universe being unfair. She didn’t soothe me with false lessons or fairy tales. She would quietly tell me the world was unfair and it was up to us to make it fair. When the venting and complaining ebbed, she ended every time together with a hug. She knew the importance of being close and it made her special to my heart.

I fell back to my body, seeing myself smile in the standing mirror. I didn’t realize how much I missed her. It had been a long time since she passed and now, she was here, in our home. An ache filled me at the thought, missing her understanding hugs and affection.

My thoughts shifted to what my cousins said in the pool. She was hungry and that bit of information caused me to pause. My mother was the outgoing, loving one of her sisters. Was my aunt afraid to give in to our new lives together? Was it something left over from her living life that she was trying to come to grips with? Despite our time together when she was alive, I had no indication she returned my deeper affections. Much like with my mother, I stole many small touches and lingered in her hugs many times. She acted like she didn’t notice, but did she? Was she simply keeping an unsaid distance? Maybe this isn’t what she wanted?

“Did we bring her back and she didn’t really want to come?” I said to myself in the mirror.

A knock at the door woke me up from my trance. I turned my head and looked at the door of my bedroom.

“It’s open,” I said loudly.

The doorknob turned and opened slowly.

I continued to stare at the doorway, watching as shadows writhed along the entrance. A deeper presence flowed into my lit bedroom. Despite the warmth of my bedroom, a chill touched my heart and quickly faded away.

The door finished opening. Inky darkness filled the corridor beyond my bedroom door and it gently brightened into normal lightning.

My mother stood beyond the doorframe, her smile warm and infectious. Just behind her, my aunt stood, her gaze to the side. Their unusual heights didn’t bother me. Their sizes became more and more normal with each passing moment. I could still feel the alien darkness that resided in them, but I could also feel their individual glows, just like when they were alive.

“My son,” my mother said as she stepped in.

I saw that she was still in her white, silky dress. She wasn’t wearing her hat, her long black hair framing her pale features. The dress adhered perfectly to her tall form. My gaze fell to her thighs as they moved under the dress. Rose stepped into the middle of the room and my Aunt Lily followed.

“How are you, my son?” my mother asked with an even tone.

I turned fully to the two beautiful women and smiled. “I feel good, and happy to see the two women I love the most.”

Rose let out a small laugh. “Don’t let your cousins hear that. They may fight harder for your affections.”

It was my turn to chuckle.

Aunt Lily simply stood silently behind her sister.

I glanced past my mother to see my aunt in her crimson red dress. They shared the same body type, almost identical except my aunt had slightly larger breasts. Beth looked more like her mother than Dana, not that I was complaining.

“We wanted to talk to you, in private,” Rose said with a dreamy tone.

“I always have time for anything we need to discuss. Where shall we go? The dining room, or one of the sitting rooms?”

Rose’s teeth appeared as her smile grew. “My bedroom will suffice. I have drinks already set up.”

Heat touched my face.

Rose turned her head slightly and spoke over her shoulder. “Lily, go to my bedroom and we will be there shortly.”

Lily nodded, blonde curls bouncing to her movements. Silent as a ghost, she turned and sauntered out of the room.

My mother stepped closer, lifted her hands, and touched my cheeks. She lifted my gaze until we looked into each other’s eyes.

“I sense love and a drop of concern,” Rose said with knowing eyes.

“Dana and Beth told me that their mother is very hungry,” I said plainly.

Rose nodded. “My sister has always been shy. Despite her striking beauty, she still sees you as the young man that came to hug her.”

I looked away. “She didn’t want to be summoned. Was bringing her back a mistake?”

My mother let out a small exhale of understanding. “It wasn’t a mistake. Your aunt and I have been talking over the last few days. She is grateful to be brought back. We shared our time in the dreamlands and she wept when I was pulled away. But we are back together and she couldn’t be happier. She is simply growing accustomed to her return.”

My mother’s eyes narrowed slightly as she looked at me. “Do not forget, to stay tethered to this realm, we must feed. If we go too long without, the hunger will turn, and we will desire meat and blood.”

“Will I have to hunt and bring you food?” I asked without a hint of oddness at such a statement.

Rose smiled evilly, “Not at this time. We are happy to simply feed from you. Your energy will nourish us and keep our forms stable.”

I nodded slightly in her hands. “What happens after we summon Aunt Violet from the dreamlands?”

My mother bent down and kissed me on the lips. Heat bloomed between us as tongues touched and slid over each other. The moment was intoxicating as I wanted to undress my mother and spend the evening with her in my room.

Rose pulled away and kept her devilish smile. “One thing at a time. My poor sister needs your love. We shouldn’t keep her waiting.”

My mother let go of my cheeks, turned, and walked out of my room. I followed, wondering how deep my aunt’s hunger had become.

I stepped to my mother’s side, the two of us walking the wide corridor until we reached her bedroom doors. Rose opened it and smiled. I stepped in and looked around.

The bedroom lights were dimmed, but it gave enough light for long shadows to slither along the walls and curtains. Large, comfortable chairs were clustered together to one side and my mother’s bed was across the room. Between the cluster of chairs, a small coffee table stood, several bottles of wine in the middle, and full wine glasses around them. On one of the seats, my aunt sat.

I slowly walked toward her. She gaze was on me, watching me take every step. She was poised with her hands on her lap. My gaze fell to her deep cleavage and her breasts straining to break free from her dress. Blood rushed to my member and it strained against the confines of my pants.

I heard the door close behind me when I reached my aunt.

Aunt Lily looked up with a shy smile. “You’re as handsome as I remember.”

“And you are just as beautiful,” I smiled.

My mother sauntered to my side and laid her hand on my shoulder. “No need to be so formal. We’re family here.”

Aunt Lily eyed me. “It’s unusual to see you so grown up. I remember how we talked.”

I nodded. “Every time we spoke was burned into my memory.”

Rose stepped forward to the table. Her hands swept up two wine glasses. She handed one to her sister and one to me. She picked up her own glass and held it close to her lips.

“Please, let’s toast to family reunions,” Rose grinned.

The three of us drank deeply. Before a word could be uttered, my mother began pouring more into our glasses.

“Lily, you have no idea how much my son has grown. He used to be shy, but he’s not shy anymore.”

Rose turned to me with a wicked smirk. “Remember how you attended to me when I came back? How you could not stop yourself from revealing your beautiful cock and stroking to me while I bathed.”

I looked at my drink, not in shame, but at the memory. It caused my manhood to thicken and throb.

Aunt Lily looked down. “Gerald, I’m sure your mother, and my daughters, told you how hungry I am. I…” she trailed off.

I stepped closer to her, knelt, and rested my arms on her lap. I looked up and could not deny how much I cared for her. The feeling thudded in my chest as I could barely contain myself.

“Aunt Lily, I know things are a little strange now, but you have nothing to fear.”

I held up my hand with the silver ring. “This ring allows me to control you, if I must. If you feel like you’re losing control, I can stop you.”

“Or keep going,” my mother laughed.

Aunt Lily lifted a hand and touched the side of my cheek. “You have no idea the depths in which I’ve missed you. Your mother often showed me your dreams, how you needed her so much. How you yearned for her.”

“I yearned for you too,” I smiled.

Aunt Lily smiled. “It’s comforting to hear.”

I could feel my mother step closer. She stood over us, her gaze slightly crazed and her smile crooked.

The energy in the room began to grow. It pulsed over my skin and even I had a difficult time fighting off lewd temptations.

“My son can shackle your shyness,” Rose said with a dark whisper.

Aunt Lily shook her head as she eyed me. “No. I want to be here and taste everything myself.”

My mother took my glass from my hand and set them on the table. She turned to me as I stood up.

“Gerald, show momma.”

I didn’t hesitate as I took hold of my zipper and pulled it down. I didn’t bother to wear underwear. The moment my zipper reached the bottom, my cock spilled out and continued to harden.

My mother looked down at it and licked her lips. She reached down, took hold, and slowly began to stroke it.

“I feel wet just looking at it, touching it. I can feel my wetness dripping down my inner thighs,” my mother cooed as she stroked me. “Please Gerald, take off the rest.”

I did as I was asked. The clothes I just put on a little while ago began to come off. I let them drop to the side. I undid my pants and let them fall. I kicked out of them as my mother stroked my rock-hard cock.

Aunt Lily stared at me, a heat coloring her pale cheeks.

“Gerald, please sit down,” my mother commanded.

I took a few steps back and sank down into one of the chairs. My cock stood straight up, thick and throbbing. I looked up to my mother as she let out a hiss and began pulling at her dress. She pulled at the fabric and slid it over her shoulders. It slid down her full-figured body until it reached her waist. Her large breasts bounced to her movements and in a blink, the dress puddled at her feet.

I stared, seeing my mother wearing only thigh high stockings. My gaze fell to the plump flesh ready to spill from the tops of the stockings. Her body was like a goddess and she knelt to my legs. She took hold of my cock and stroked it. She then turned to her sister on the nearby seat.

“He’s a grown man. Remember how we talked about how large he would become. How we laughed and dreamed of sucking on it to see if it was like his father’s manhood. I have to tell you; he tastes and feels much better.”

I watched as my mother moved between my parted legs and pressed her cheek to my manhood. She snuggled to me, her lips and nose rubbing against the shaft like some mongrel animal. Before long, she licked at me and let out a soft coo.

I looked up to my aunt. She sat like a frozen statue, but her eyes betrayed her lust and desire. She stared at my cock like it was some divine rod.

My mother licked and slathered my member until she reached the top. Her luscious lips closed over the tip and gently sucked and moaned.

“Gerald,” Aunt Lily whispered.

I looked at her as my mother continued to suck on my diamond hard member.

My aunt shuddered and continued to speak, “I missed your touch. I…I knew you liked me in that way. I knew you liked my daughters in that way. The three of us often spoke of you, daydreaming of you taking us.

“My sister is right. We all talked about when you became a man, we wouldn’t be able to resist you for long. I wished I was stronger, so I could gently guide you between my legs. I wish I gave you a signal to spill your love.”

My mother gave a muffled moaned as I listened to my aunt.

Aunt Lily stood up and gently pulled up her crimson dress. I watched as pale, thick thighs were revealed. The fabric came up to her waist, her bare valley uncovered and wetness dripping down her inner thighs. She sat down with her dress up, her fingers gently reaching between her comforting thighs and touching herself. Her finger swirled as the room grew hotter.

“It was a simple fantasy, seeing you come to me. Feeling you hugging me. How I fought to resist those terrible urges. How I wanted to pull you onto me and surrender.”

Aunt Lily’s gaze shifted to my mother’s bobbing head. “How jealous I was that you had such a close relationship with your mother. I wanted that with you too.”

“You can have it,” I said warmly.

Aunt Lily’s finger swirled along her nub. Thighs trembled as she tried to fight back her own moans.

My mother pulled her head back and looked up at me. “My son, show her how much she means to you.”

Urges and heat whipped at me. I stood up and crossed the small distance. My aunt stared at my wet cock until she saw my hand extended to her. She took it and I pulled her along with me toward my mother’s bed.

My mother watched us as we reached the edge of the bed. My aunt was breathing hard, her eyes dripping with lust. She kept her dress on as I guided her seven-foot-tall frame to the bed and gave her a gentle push. She allowed herself to fall onto bed. She crawled back a little, looking up at me with a mixture of fear and dark desire. Her dress was hiked up to her thighs and her legs parted. I couldn’t help but stare at her pink, wet slit. I crawled into bed and to her.

“I missed your hugs,” I stated simply.

My aunt lifted her arms and beckoned me in. I crawled into her embrace and she held me close. She gently held me to her, my face nearly buried in her deep cleavage. There was no more doubt in me as I reached up and grabbed at her large tit. I squeezed and pulled slightly. She made no sound of disapproval. Instead, she moaned her delight.

I was on her, my hips betraying me and my cock needing to be in her. I grabbed at the top of her dress and pulled. A pink nipple was free from the confines of her dress and my mouth took hold and suckled. I could feel her hips move to me, trying to help me along.

“Gerald…I…” Aunt Lily whispered until a long moan fell from her lips.

My cock touched her dripping slit and I pushed in. Thick inches invaded her tight slit and my needs grew. I pushed a little harder, her tight world opening to me. I could hear my aunt’s breathing change as her body quivered. I gently bit her nipple and she let out a soft moan.

It was just like how I used to dream. How she invited me into her arms and I would push into her. She didn’t give me a look of surprise. Instead, she gave me a warm gaze and smile before her eyes fluttered. My hips pushed until I was buried to the hilt. Wetness surged as I moved like a bow across a violin. It created our personal song as the sounds of union began to rise.

I could feel my mother slip into bed. She moved beside us and her hand touched my back. Fingers slid down my spine as my hips pushed and pushed. My aunt let out a whimper as she held me close. She didn’t let go as my member filled her thin world.

“He feels amazing, doesn’t he?” Rose smiled.

“I never knew it could feel this good,” Aunt Lily moaned.

“Aunty, I just wanted to show you how hard you made me. How much I wanted to come on you, in you,” I whispered as I thrust again and again.

“I always knew. I could feel you get hard when we hugged. I could feel you wanting to fuck me. We both felt it and now…”

Our bodies moved to a primal tempo as my aunt clutched me to her. My face was buried between her breasts until she arched her back and let out a long moan. A connection burned bright as Aunt Lily’s body shuddered to a powerful orgasm. I continued to fuck her, my needs driving me to the edge of madness. I pushed up and looked down as she surrendered to me. Her body bounced to my hard thrusts. She squeezed me, begging with her eyes to feed her.

I growled as I thrust to the hilt and my willpower shattered. Thick spurts of molten come painted her inner world. Aunt Lily squeezed me as the sounds of our bodies filled the room. I groaned as I pushed my very spirit into her.

The look in my aunt’s eyes changed. Darkness seeped into her irises. Her shy look turned demonic and her mouth twisted into a jagged grin.

I looked at her as I continued to push every drop into her. Her pussy squeezed me like a vice, milking me until there was nothing left. My cock didn’t, couldn’t wilt. I was caught in dark dream, fucking my aunt, and she turning into a monster.

“It’s delicious, isn’t it?” My mother said in a dark voice.

I turned my attention to her and saw the same darkness bleeding from her eyes. Her face twisted into sharp points and she licked her lips.

“I hunger too,” my mother growled as she grabbed me and pulled me off my aunt.

I landed on the bed beside them, my mother stuffing her face between her sister’s thighs and licking at dripping honey mixed with come. My aunt grabbed my mother’s head and held her to her dripping slit, keeping her to task as she licked and slathered at my come and her wetness.

“Yes, he is amazing,” my aunt let out a sinister laugh.

I sat as my mother and aunt became wild creatures, fighting over my seed. I could feel the energy slipping into both until it was gone. My aunt let go and my mother lifted her face, the lower half wet and dripping. They both turned their attention to me and a growl filled the space between them. My aunt shifted onto all fours as my mother stayed on all fours. They crawled toward me, a primal need in their eyes.

I focused my power into the ring and snapped my fingers.

Both women stopped and looked at me with wide, black eyes.

“There’s plenty for both of you,” I said as I laid back onto my hands.

They looked down at my raging hard on. Without another word, they both attacked me with licks and kisses. I watched them as lips and tongues ran along my manhood.

The wind howled outside as the night spiraled on. Bodies moved with urgency, needing to feed and love. My mother and aunt took turns, sucking on my cock like it was a fountain of life. They laughed and moaned. I grunted as I spurted come into them, on them. They even turned on each other as I was on my knees and stroking my cock. I watched several times as come splashed on their naked bodies and they licked it off each other. When my cock began to wilt, my aunt would lazily suck on it, breathing new life into it.

Hours ticked on and so did the spilling of love and connected bodies. After a time. I felt weaker after each time I came. It pulled at my muscles and soon, I couldn’t even sit up. My mother and aunt cooed and whispered as they took turns sitting my cock. Weakness seeped deeper and soon, I felt like my very life would wink out.

My mother gave muffled moans as I sprayed seed into her mouth. I felt myself beginning to lose consciousness. With my last bit of strength, I used my ring to stop my mother and aunt. I weakly told them to get Beth. They slipped from the bed and did as I said. It didn’t help that I could still see the hunger in their eyes.

I lost track of time. The world around me appeared in blinking flashes. The next thing I knew, Beth was at the side of the bed and helping me up. I leaned on her and staggered as we made it for the door. I glanced over my shoulder to see my aunt lay down and part her thighs. My mother’s head sank down between her sister’s legs and licked at her dripping slit.

Reality spun and next I was falling. I fell into my bed, barely keeping my eyes open. Beth undressed by my bed and slipped in next to me before everything went dark.