Fucking My Mom and My Aunt in the Same Bed-Incest Taboo Story by Salty Vixen

Chad was twenty-eight, three weeks divorced, and sleeping on a foldout in his aunt’s spare room because the lease on the old place had his ex-wife’s name on it and he was not about to crawl back.

Pearl lived in the white house with the sagging porch. Next door, close enough that the kitchen windows almost faced each other, was Lorene. Pearl’s older sister. Chad’s mother. The two women had lived side by side for eleven years. They borrowed sugar. They argued over the fence. They had a habit of ending up in one kitchen or the other after dark with wine and nothing good to say about men.

Chad found that out the first Saturday.

He came in from the porch with a beer and Pearl was at the table in a thin robe, hair up, laughing at something Lorene had said. Lorene sat across from her in a sundress that had no business being that low. Fifty-two. Still built like she knew it. Pearl was forty-seven and meaner about it, all mouth and hips and the kind of look that stayed on a man too long.

“There’s the orphan,” Pearl said. “Sit down before you wear a hole in my floor pacing.”

Chad sat. Lorene’s eyes went over him the way they had since he’d shown up with a duffel and a raw look on his face. Not motherly. Not quite.

“You’re too old to be camping in Pearl’s junk room,” Lorene said. “There’s a real bed at my place.”

“He’s fine where he is,” Pearl said. “Unless you’re offering to take him off my hands.”

Lorene smiled into her glass. “I’m offering him a mattress that doesn’t fold in the middle.”

That night the air stayed hot and the window unit in the spare room died. Chad lasted until two, then got up in boxers and a T-shirt and found Pearl in the hall with a flashlight.

“Come on,” she said. “You’re not sleeping in a box. Lorene already put sheets on the guest room. We’re walking over.”

They cut across the dark yard. Lorene opened the back door in a nightdress, no bra, hair down. The guest room was made. Chad dropped his pillow on it.

Pearl leaned in the doorway. “Storm’s coming. If that unit dies over here too, we’re all on the big bed. I’m not pretending to be shy about it at my age.”

Lorene didn’t argue.

The storm hit at three. Rain sideways. Power blinked and stayed out. Chad woke to Pearl in the doorway again, flashlight under her chin like a joke that wasn’t a joke.

“Up. Guest room’s an oven. Lorene said get in the big bed or suffer.”

The master bed was a king. Lorene was already in it, sheet to her waist, nightdress twisted. Pearl climbed in on the far side and left the middle open like a dare. Chad stood there long enough to feel stupid, then got in.

Heat. Skin. Pearl’s thigh against his. Lorene’s back an inch from his shoulder. Nobody spoke for a full minute.

Then Lorene said, quiet, “You’re shaking the mattress thinking so loud.”

“I’m fine.”

Pearl snorted. “He’s hard. I can feel it from here. Don’t lie in my sister’s bed.”

Chad went still.

Lorene rolled toward him. In the dark her hand found his chest, then lower, over the cotton, and closed on him like she’d decided something hours ago.

“Jesus, Ma—”

“Don’t ‘Ma’ me if you’re going to twitch like that.” Her grip tightened. “Pearl’s right. You’ve been walking around both our houses all week looking like you wanted to get ruined. You moved in with her. You eat at my table. You stare at our mouths when we talk. So stop being a guest.”

Pearl’s hand came in from the other side, slid under his shirt, nails on his stomach. “He’s my nephew. You’re his mother. If we’re doing this we say it.”

“We’re doing this,” Lorene said, and kissed him.

It wasn’t a mother’s kiss. It was wet and open and she made a sound into his mouth when he kissed back. Pearl pulled the sheet down. Chad’s boxers came off between two pairs of hands. Lorene stroked him slow. Pearl bent and took him into her mouth without asking, humming like she’d won an argument.

Lorene watched. Then she pulled her nightdress off. Heavy breasts, dark nipples, the soft stomach of a woman who’d had a kid and never apologized for the rest. She guided Chad’s mouth to her tit and held him there while Pearl sucked him messy.

“That’s it,” Lorene whispered. “Both of us. You’re not picking. Not tonight.”

They got him on his back. Pearl straddled his face first, already wet, and sat down like she lived there. Lorene swung a leg over his hips and sank onto his cock in one long drop, tight and hot, a broken groan when he bottomed out.

“Fuck,” Chad said into Pearl’s cunt.

“Language,” Pearl said, grinding on his tongue. “Your mother’s riding you. Show some respect.”

Lorene fucked him steady, palms on his chest, tits swaying. Every downstroke she clenched like she wanted to keep him. Pearl reached back and rubbed Lorene’s clit while she used Chad’s mouth. The bed complained. Rain hammered the windows. Lorene came first, shaking, still stuffed full of him, and Pearl laughed and came on his face right after.

They switched without talking it out. Pearl took his cock, facing Lorene so the sisters could kiss over him, sloppy and familiar in a way that made Chad’s brain go white. Lorene sat on his mouth and fed him her cunt still slick from coming on him. He held her ass and ate her like he’d been starving in that spare room for three weeks.

Pearl bounced hard. She liked it meaner than Lorene. She told him so. “Don’t you dare be sweet with me. Your mother can have sweet. I want it raw.”

He planted his feet and thrust up. Pearl cursed and came on him clenching. Lorene pulled off his face, kissed her sister with his taste still on both of them, then looked down at Chad.

“Inside her or inside me. Pick.”

“You,” he said.

Lorene lay on her back. Pearl held Lorene’s knee open. Chad lined up and drove into his mother deep, no patience left. Lorene’s mouth fell open. Pearl leaned down and sucked Lorene’s nipple, then kissed Chad while he fucked, then put two fingers on Lorene’s clit and worked her until Lorene came again, loud enough the neighbor—if there’d been any neighbor who wasn’t already in the bed—would’ve heard.

Chad didn’t last after that. He buried himself and emptied into Lorene in hard pulses. Pearl reached between them, felt him twitch, scooped what leaked out, and pushed it into her own mouth like a point.

They didn’t sleep right away.

Second round Pearl wanted him behind her, face in the pillow, Lorene sitting against the headboard with Pearl’s head in her lap so she could watch her sister get railed by her son. Chad gripped Pearl’s hips and gave her the raw she’d asked for, skin slapping, the wet filthy sound of a creampie still leaking out of Lorene on the sheets. When Pearl came she bit Lorene’s thigh. Chad pulled out, shoved back into Lorene from the front, and finished in her a second time because she told him to, voice wrecked.

Third time they were slower and worse. Hands everywhere. Lorene sucking him clean while Pearl kissed her neck. Chad fingering both of them, two hands, watching his mother and his aunt grind on his fingers and moan into each other’s mouths. He fucked Lorene on her side, Pearl spooned behind him with her hand on his ass urging him deeper. He came with Pearl’s teeth in his shoulder and Lorene’s cunt milking him.

Dawn was gray through the rain. The three of them were a tangle of sweat and come and borrowed sheets. Chad’s mouth tasted like both of them. Lorene’s hand rested on his chest like it belonged there. Pearl was already half-asleep, smirk still on.

“You’re not going back to that foldout,” Lorene said.

Pearl, eyes closed: “He can keep a toothbrush in both bathrooms. I’m not fighting my sister over a grown man we just shared.”

Chad stared at the ceiling.

Lorene turned his face and kissed him, slower now. “You’re divorced. You’re adult. You live next door and you live here. That’s the story if anyone asks. The rest stays in this bed.”

Pearl’s foot hooked his calf. “Next time you get hard in my kitchen, you don’t pace. You come get us.”

Outside, the storm finally quit. The two houses sat quiet in the wet grass, windows facing each other, close enough to share a bed and call it weather.