The Family Reunion
Lydia staggered out of her daughter’s bedroom, dazed. She’d just had more sexual pleasure than she’d had in the rest of her life put together—in just a few hours!—and she knew it wasn’t over yet. Her eyes were having trouble focussing, her body was weary, but she could have navigated her own house blindfolded, and she had a clear goal in mind.
Making slow, luxurious love to her daughter had been amazing (as was the rough, passionate fucking they’d alternated it with) but Lydia was ready for something more. Something hard, something masculine, something that could provide her with cum straight from the source.
She didn’t know where she was going to find some cock, but she knew exactly what she was going to do with it when she found it.
From down the hallway, she heard the sound of male voices. They seemed to be engaged in some kind of low-key argument—voices were raised, their blood was probably pumping…it sounded like they were fighting for dominance, growling at each other, comparing metaphorical cock-size (or, if she was lucky, literal cock-size…)
Neil didn’t know why he was feeling so antsy, but he was taking it out on his brothers. They were hardly any better—for the last few hours, all of them had been at each other’s throats, especially after their hot cousin Delilah had passed briefly through the room. The four brothers weren’t normally thick as thieves, but it was rare for them to all be as argumentative as they were now.
The heat had been simmering for a few hours now, but finally erupted when Harry, the youngest of the four, had claimed that he’d kissed a girl. On any ordinary day, this would have simply resulted in the rest of them refusing to believe him and teasing him for making up a girlfriend, but for some reason Pat (only two years older than Harry) had taken umbrage at the comment, and refused to let it drop.
“You haven’t kissed a girl!” Pat was practically screaming, his fists balled and his face red. The argument had started small, but as Harry continued to insist that his first kiss was a true event, Pat had worked himself up more and more.
“I have!” Harry cried back.
Newly twenty, Neil would ideally have been sitting back and watching the exchange, possibly smoking a cigarette, unfazed by the argument unfolding in front of him. But for some reason, he was leaning forward tensely, ready to join in if a fist-fight broke out and, worst of all, prodding the pair of them.
“What’s wrong, Pat?” he goaded, “Has Harry kissed more girls than you have?”
“No!” Pat shouted, taking a step towards Neil.
“I think your face says it all,” Oscar chimed in. Oscar was the second-oldest of the four—unlike Neil, he didn’t ever attempt to be even remotely cool, yet somehow had been the first of the brothers to land a long-term girlfriend, Yasmin.
So while Harry and Pat had been arguing about Harry’s probably mythical girlfriend, Neil and Oscar had been exchanging glances, watching the fight and without words agreeing that Pat was probably riled up because he’d never been kissed. Neil had also been wondering what a hot piece of ass like Yasmin saw in his dorky brother, and imagining her coming ‘round, falling victim to his own cool demeanour, agreeing that he was MUCH cooler than Oscar, and moving her hand down to start playing with his cock…
As Pat had moved towards Neil, without even thinking he’d stood up, ready to fight if that was what it came to. Maybe Oscar would tell Yasmin about the fight, and she’d realise that…but no, that was a ridiculous thought.
Neil stood a full head over Pat, but Pat wasn’t backing down. It would most likely have come to blows, but for the abrupt entrance of their aunt, flushed and panting.
Lydia stood at the doorway, her eyes drinking in the four specimens of potential cum-providers in front of her. After tucking her daughter in, she’d attempted to get redressed, but a teenaged girl’s bedroom is not a place known for its ordered system of clothes-sorting, and she’d ended up unable to find her jeans, and having to squeeze into some of Becky’s clothes.
The Virus had ensured that the pain she should have felt while forcing her feet into Becky’s high-heels turned into pleasure, and that its influence had meant that modesty hadn’t been a factor when picking out a top. The result was that Neil, Oscar, Pat and Harry had turned to see their Aunt Lydia dressed up as a stone-cold MILF.
The high heels made her legs look longer, and the short skirt that she’d borrowed from her daughter seemed even shorter as a result. She hadn’t bothered with panties, and so if any of the brothers had spent enough time looking at her thighs, they would quickly have seen the juices slowly trickling down her leg.
Spectacular as they were, however, no one was staring at her legs. The only top that she could find in her dazed state had been a jacket, and she hadn’t realised that it was only supposed to be worn as a top layer. It didn’t button up at the front; it barely covered her nipples, let alone providing even a hint of austerity.
All four of the boys were staring at her, mouths agape. She stared at them for a few seconds, the cloud on her mind lifted briefly, and she noticed the confrontational position they were standing in. Lydia remembered that she was the adult in the situation, and it was her job to take charge.
“What’s going on here, boys?” she asked, putting her hands on her hips authoritatively, an effect that was slightly undermined by the fact that it exposed one of her breasts. All four boys stared wordlessly at the exposed nipple, visibly erect and just begging to be sucked.
There was a pause, and Pat spoke up.
“Harry says that he’s kissed a girl.”
The cloud was starting to descend again, as Lydia unwillingly imagined it—a sexy older woman, like herself, grabbing Harry’s young face and forcing her tongue down his throat, exploring his body with her hands, grabbing his young ass, fondling his pants and discovering the hardness within…
Her nephews simply watched as her eyes unfocussed and she started breathing heavily. No one knew that every drop of sweat on her body was full of the Virus, and that with every breath out she was disseminating more into the room. The longer she stood there, the more the boys became aware of her body, the more their inhibitions lowered, the more they grew aroused and ready to take her…
Lydia tried to snap herself out of it. She grabbed the jacket and tried to cover her breasts. It was time for her to take charge, time for her to be an adult.
“Well,” she started, adopting a strict tone. “There’s only one way to make sure.”
“Who here has kissed a girl before?”
Neil, Oscar and Harry raised their hands. The eldest two brothers shared a smirk at Pat’s unraised hand, but their attention was quickly brought back to their aunt, as she took two steps forwards and kissed Harry on the lips.
“Hmmm,” she said. “It’s been so long since I had a first kiss…it’s hard to say. Pat, come here.”
Pat looked like he couldn’t believe his luck. His first kiss was brief, but he was unlikely to forget it any time soon—when a scantily-clad cougar kisses you and grabs your butt, it tends to stick in your memory.
“Well?” Even with his hormones raging, Harry hadn’t forgotten the argument. “Do you believe me yet?”
“Wellll…” his Aunt Lydia replied, drawing it out. “Now I’ll need to compare to someone who HAS kissed a girl before…”
Oscar and Neil both stepped forward, but Neil was slightly faster. Deciding to show off a bit, he dipped his aunt, inadvertently flipping her jacket back and providing all the boys in the room with a great view of their aunt’s tits. When the kiss was finished, his aunt’s eyes had again lost focus.
“That’s not fair!” Harry cried. “That was with tongue—I didn’t kiss you with tongue.”
“Well,” Lydia murmured, starting to feel like she was losing track of what was happening. “We can definitely fix that…”
After Harry french-kissed his aunt, Pat insisted that he get to have a turn as well. Neil wanted to show his younger brothers how it was done, but as his kiss included a grope of Lydia’s exposed breasts, Pat and Harry both wanted to go again. Within a few minutes, Lydia had extensively made out with and been fondled by all three of the single boys in the room, and somehow lost her jacket in the process.
Oscar, ever the quiet one, had simply been standing and watching, but when he saw his older brother’s hand start to try to find its way up Lydia’s skirt, he spoke up.
“I bet I’m the only one here who has gone down on a girl.”
Aunt Lydia’s eyes lit up, Pat and Harry looked down, but Neil stared straight at his oldest younger brother and accepted the inherent challenge.
“I’ve gone down on heaps of girls,” he claimed, hoping no one caught the slight waver in his voice. In truth, he’d only hooked up with a few girls, and only once gotten past second base. She’d let him go down on her, briefly, and then they’d fucked, but she’d cum before he had, and insisted that they stop before he was even close.
The tension that Lydia’s arrival (and subsequent toplessness) had dissipated returned as Oscar and Neil attempted to stare each other down. The cloud lifted once more, as Aunt Lydia realised it was her role as a grown-up to work out a diplomatic solution.
“Come now, boys. Let’s settle this nicely."” she said, trying to ignore the signals her dripping wetness were sending.
“You first, Neil,” she said, and hitched her daughter’s skirt up slightly.
Neil knelt before his aunt, and hoped that he remembered what worked last time. His aunt’s pussy was different to the girl that he’d fucked; last time it had been in a dark room, so at least this time he could see what he was doing, but the previous girl had had a lot less hair, and been a LOT less wet.
He tentatively leaned in; the smell of his aunt’s juices was overwhelming, but as he inhaled it, the Virus was given a direct route to his brain, where it started replacing his caution with confidence, removing any nervousness or inhibitions, and making him hungry to taste what he could smell…
Neil’s brothers watched as he stared at Lydia’s hairy cunt for a few seconds, sniffed it, and then dove in enthusiastically. Lydia was cumming less than two minutes later, though Neil showing no sign of stopping and Lydia showing no sign of wanting him to.
Oscar was still the only person who hadn’t been kissed, so as Neil continued his work, Oscar leaned over and tasted his aunt’s mouth. To his surprise, she raised her hands and kissed him back passionately, biting and sucking on his lips, using her tongue to explore his mouth, and bringing his hands down to her exposed breasts.
As the Virus took hold of Oscar’s brain, he grew more bold. Lydia succumbed to her second orgasm, and when Neil didn’t slow down, Oscar pushed him aside and helped himself to his aunt’s wet lips.
Oscar had gone down on Yasmin several times; he was able to get her off quite reliably, and though they hadn’t yet had intercourse, the two had grown familiar with the other’s privates; the feeling of Yasmin’s hand on his hard dick, of her lips wrapped around it and her eyes looking up at him…Oscar was crazy about his girlfriend.
Thinking of his girlfriend made him wonder if this was cheating, but before his mind went any further down that path, the Virus used his mouth and nose to rewire his thinking, to focus his mind on the beautiful pussy in front of him, and to make him forget things like “fidelity” or “other women”.
Oscar wasn’t sure how long he was lost in his aunt’s pussy, but when he looked up, Neil had taken his place at Aunt Lydia’s mouth…with his cock. Even as Oscar made Lydia cum for the third time in so many minutes, she staring at his older brother, focussed entirely on his pleasure.
Sick of being left out, the decision to make the next move popped into Oscar’s head, the decision that would ensure there was no way he could be the last to the party. Without a word, he stood up, unzipped his pants, pulled his already-hard cock out, and with one quick thrust was buried up to his balls in his aunt’s hot cunt.
Lydia was in heaven. She’d left her daughter’s room seeking cock, and cock she had found. Not minutes after her lovely nephews had brought her off three times with their surprisingly talented mouths, she was being filled up with erections—one in her mouth, one in her pussy, and when she looked to her right, she saw that her two youngest nephews had pulled their dicks out as well and were jacking furiously.
The cloud lifted once more, and she wondered if she was being as responsible an adult as she could be, but the cock in her mouth started to swell, and the fog returned as her focus turned to giving Neil the most pleasure she could give him.
The sight of their aunt’s cheeks puffing out as Neil blew his wad, followed by her starting to choke and some jizz dribbling out the side of her mouth caused both Harry and Pat to lose it, and they helped to shower their aunt in cum.
Only after his orgasm was over did Neil notice what his younger brothers had done—fortunately, his Aunt Lydia seemed to have no issue with the unexpected shower she’d been given, and she was enjoying Oscar’s administrations.
“Mmmm,” she moaned, and looked up at the three boys, standing awkwardly around her, cocks out. She didn’t want to waste these cocks for one more minute. “Come on boys, who’s next?”
Pat and Harry raced over to her waiting mouth, but she held up one finger and stopped them in their tracks.
“I have decided,” she started, pausing only to let her eyes roll back in her head as Oscar thrust particularly hard, “that Pat was right, and you’ve never been kissed.”
A sullen look started to creep upon Harry’s face, only to be intensified when she continued.
“And so as a reward, he’s next.”
“But—…” Harry began to object, only to be silenced by his brothers.
“Haha, I knew it!” cried Pat, moving into position.
“Hey! I said that too,” chimed in Neil.
“Well, then for your reward…” Lydia said, but before she could get any further, her mouth was suddenly filled with Pat’s cock, and the rest of the sentence came out as a series of muffled noises.
Neil and Harry glanced at each other in annoyance before Neil realised what his aunt had meant. He made eye contact with her (an unusual sight; he had the same angle as he’d had a few minutes ago, but it was no longer his cock filling her mouth) and she nodded to confirm, and slapped her ass.
Lydia was glad she’d gotten that sorted. The issue was resolved, and now she could relax and just focus on the ridiculously pleasant sensations of one cock in her mouth, one cock slowly fucking her soaked pussy, and another one about to join in and take her virgin ass.
Harry was still scowling, and she realised what she could do to cheer him up. She reached out and slowly started stroking his cock with her left hand, her right hand still being used to support her weight. Oscar saw what she was doing and reached down to grab her tits, lifting her up in the process.
Oscar’s hands and cock holding her up, Lydia used one hand to slowly slide up and down Harry’s young penis, while the other cupped his balls. It was at this point that Neil began to play with her butt-hole, using the free-flowing juices from her pussy to lubricate his hand as he slid one, two, three fingers in and started pumping in and out.
Harry got the raw end of the deal once more, as Lydia’s orgasm distracted her from giving him the best possible hand-job she could have given. Even as her eyes fluttered back, and her skin grew flushed, Pat’s blow-job never slowed down, and her clenching pussy soon made Oscar cum as well.
As soon as Oscar pulled his erection from her, (while still firmly holding her tits and stimulating her nipples) Neil stepped into his place, and slowly started to press his cock into her ass, sliding in inch by inch until she thought she was going to be ripped in half.
Harry had the least Virus at this point, but a horny teenaged boy is a horny teenaged boy, and he took advantage of his small frame and everyone else’s distracted state, manoeuvred himself underneath his aunt, and started fucking her from underneath.
The Virus made sure to turn any pain Lydia would have felt from having Neil’s large member invade her ass into pleasure, and combined with the load of cum that Oscar had just dumped into it, Harry found his aunt’s pussy well-lubricated and easy to fuck. The sight of his aunt like this, sucking his cock while taking another in both her ass and pussy, was enough to send Pat over the edge, and after he’d finished cumming, Oscar quickly took his place.
Lydia had thought earlier, as her daughter humiliated and degraded her, that she’d felt the most pleasure from a perverse situation that any human could feel, but now, being fucked in all three holes by nephews young enough to be her children, she realised that she was wrong.
Even in her state of exquisite bliss, she was aware that Pat’s cock was unattended to, and her hands reached out to please him.
Between the five of them, Aunt Lydia and her nephews reached over thirty orgasms in the next hour. Lydia took each of the young men in almost every combination, and after the last of them had cum up her ass, she knew she had to stop—not out of a lack of desire, but out of exhaustion. She loved pleasuring them, especially all at once, but she knew that if she kept going like this, her body wouldn’t be able to take it and would collapse.
The nephews looked sad at the news, until they saw her alternative suggestion.
“If there were two of me,” she said, leading the ever-ready mean down the hall “I’d be able to go like this all night.
“But while there’s only one of me,” Lydia continued, opening the door to her daughter’s room, “I think I know someone who will be more than happy to assist...”