I went for a ride and when I got back I noticed Aimee had come back to Aunt Karen’s house. There was a note pinned to the front door that said ”Family Meeting in Progress – Women Only – Come Back at Noon.”
Oh boy. What now? They were meeting to discuss me, no doubt. But what could I do?
I came back promptly at noon. The note was replaced with another that read, “Clint-We’re in the Kitchen.”
I walked in, afraid of what was in store for me. To my surprise, my mom, Aunt Karen and Aimee were all sitting at the kitchen table, chatting amicably. What’s going on, I thought? When I left they were at each others' throats.
Mom spotted me first and waved me over to the table. “Come on in, baby,” she chirped, “We’ve been waiting for you.” I sat down quietly.
Aunt Karen started it off. “Clint,” she said, “Would it be fair to say you have enjoyed yourself these past few days? As in getting sucked and fucked by three beautiful women?” I was a bit embarrassed at her openness, despite knowing she was dead on.
“And,” my mom continued, “We take it you would like to continue the sex you have been getting, right?” Damn right.
“Well, then,” she continued, the three of us have enjoyed ourselves as well. But there have to be some rules.”
“Yes,” chimed in Aunt Karen, “We want to be on the receiving end of that fantastic cock of yours. You have your father’s cock, you know.”
A surprised look came over mom’s face. “And just how would you know that, Karen?” she asked, genuinely surprised.
“Remember New Years’ Eve 2002? said Aunt Karen, “You went to bed early with a cold. Well, your Ex and I couldn’t let a New Years’ Eve go to waste.”
“Why you bitch,” said mom.
“Now, now,” said Aimee, speaking for the first time, breaking up the spat, “Let’s stick to business here. You two have gotten a piece of Clint’s cock already today while I’ve been left out.”
“Yes,” mom said, “Here is how things are going to work. Aimee, you get Clint on Monday, Wednesday and Friday. I get him on Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday. And we’ll just take pot luck on Sundays. And Aimee, you’re on the pill, starting today.”
“And me?” asked Aunt Karen, “Tell him where I fit in.”
“Clint,” mom continued, “Your Aunt Karen gets to join in whenever she wants for the rest of our stay here. When we go home, you can plan on visiting Aunt Karen and staying with her for one week each month. Are we all agreed?” she asked.
We were, especially me.
Aimee raised her hand. “Mom,” she said, “Unless I’m mistaken today is Friday. My turn.” A smile lit up her face. She grabbed my hand and literally jerked me away from the table.
“C’mon Clint,” she squealed, “Let’s go fuck.”
We raced down the hall to the bedroom, mom’s voice trailing behind us, “Aimee, take your pill.”
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