Birth Of The Ringtaker # 3

Flash forward 2 months:



This story picks up in the weeks and months after Birth of the Ringtaker 2



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It just won’t go away



I started spending more and more time away from home. I found reasons to do things that didn’t involve my parents, let alone seeing Aunt Barbara and Uncle Rich. Everytime I saw my mom, I died a little inside. The guilt tortured me night and day. I can’t count the number of times it got so bad that I almost confessed. Things had gotten weird even beyond the burden of pain and guilt I was carrying. Things like, twice in the months after my little Christmas present to myself and a week after finding out that I’d not only knocked up poor Aunt Barbara, but my own mother as well. My mom came on to me.

HARD!

The first time I was getting out of the shower. This was the weekend after mom and dad made the announcement. My bathroom was filled with a cloud of steam as I dried myself. I couldn’t feel clean anymore, no matter how hot the water was, no matter how much I scrubbed, I just felt so dirty. I turned around, yelped and jumped when I saw my mom standing in the doorway of my bathroom. She had a weird look on her face. I quickly wrapped my towel around my naked body and all but ran past mom. I plopped down on the bed, eagerly looking anywhere but at her.

“What do you need mom”, I said as I bore a hole in my floor.

I saw her shadow approaching me. She didn’t speak. I felt her fingers combing through my long wet hair. She pulled me against her stomach. Her fingernails raked down my bare back.

“Is something wrong mom”?

I felt her hand on the back of my head. She was pressing hard, forcing my neck to bend. She rotated her hips back and forth about the time my face was at her snatch. Suddenly she stopped.

“Ummmmm, dinner’s ready. Yeah, that’s why I came up here, to tell you dinner’s ready Stan”. Mom was stammering and suddenly unsure of herself. I looked up and saw a look of panic in her eyes. She was totally confused. “What did I come up here for…”? She seemed to be utterly lost. Knowing of nothing else to do, she turned and left.

Wierd. I know.

When I went downstairs mom acted like nothing had happened and seemed her normal self. She didn’t seem to be the angry bitch I’d come to accept as my mom over the last couple of years. She was laughing and joking with dad.

I got stuck doing yard work for my Aunt Barbara later that week. My Uncle Rich was out of town. Dad thought I’d been sitting around the house or goofing with my friends too much so he volunteered me. I begged not to go. I even offered to pay someone out of my own pocket. The more I fought the more adamant my dad became.

“Lazy kid. When I was your age I would have already been over there taking care of business and wouldn’t even need to be paid for it”. Ok, I’ll admit it. When he said this I almost laughed.

The morning I was to go my mom was going to drive me over. I was one of the few kids in my group that didn’t have my own car. Even though my folks made good money, dad insisted I buy my own car. So, mom had to drive me because she was going to need the car later. We were driving towards Aunt Barbara’s house. We were taking the back way to avoid city traffic. We were travelling through a residential neighborhood. As we rolled to a stop sign, I happened to look to my right.

She was the sexiest fucking MILF I’d ever seen. She had platinum blonde hair. A sweet, round ass, narrow hips and the most outlaw set of titts you’d ever seen. She was wearing silky short-shorts and I swear I saw a pussy print at the crotch as she bent over and flashed her goods to me. She stood, turned and winked at me then smiled and continued her yardwork. Her body was covered in sweat. The tight white t-shirt she was wearing clung to her melons and were perfectly formed around them.

This was the first erection I’d had since mom and dad dropped the bomb on me.

The effect was so intense that I was totally oblivious to mom’s hand on my thigh. It wasn’t until she slowly pulled away that I felt her nails raking my bare thigh. I was wearing my cut-off jeans because I was going to be working my ass off outside. I looked down just in time to see my mom’s fingers disappear up the leg of my shorts.

“Um, Mom”?

Her gaze was vacant. Totally lights on and no one home. How she was driving was beyond me. Her fingers stretched, touching my shaft. She began to stroke my cock through my underwear.

“Mom”?

She jerked her hand out and quickly unzipped my shorts. Her fingers wrapped around the length of my shaft, seizing it and began to stroke me up and down.

“MOM”!

The car lurched and we nearly ran onto the curb. Her eyes fluttered then opened wide. She was dazed, she was lost and confused. I quickly zipped my shorts back up.

“Um, we’re almost there”, she said robotically.

SO WEIRD!

Mom locked the brakes and the tires barked as she pulled in front of Aunt Barbara’s house. The only way I can describe it is she pushed me out of the car. “Call your father when you’re done. He’ll pick you up”, she said as she rolled the window back up and peeled out as she pulled away.

I got to work mowing Aunt Barbara’s house. She wasn’t home yet and frankly I took the approach that maybe, MAYBE, I’d caught a break and would be done before she did get home.

It wasn’t to be.

I’d just finished edging the yard and trimming the bushes. I was soaked in sweat. Perspiration ran freely off my body. I never heard her car pull up from the other side of their house. I was washing my face with the hose when I turned and jumped. She was standing in her doorway watching me. Her hand was in her tight shorts. She had a bizzare look on her face.

“That hose isn’t going to get the job done Stan. How about a swim”?

Aunt Barbara had picked this house when she and Uncle Rich were house shopping. The pool was impressive and was a big selling point. I’d been over a lot over the last couple of years and got a lot of enjoyment out of it. I suddenly had zero interest.

“Um, actually Aunt Barbara I’ve got some work to do at home. I’m supposed to call dad to pick me up. I, uh, well I really can’t stay. Thanks anyway”.

“Oh, ok”. I didn’t like the look on her face.

I was putting the gardening shears away when I turned around and saw her gawking at me from the opening of the garage door.

“I just spoke to your dad. I told him I had some more things I could use some help with. I also told him I’d cook dinner for you”. There was something so odd in her tone.

“Um, gee thanks Aunt Barbara but I really have…”

“Your dad said not to worry. That stuff will wait”.

“But Aunt Barbara…”

“Your dad said you are mine as long as I need you Stan”. There was almost no emotion, no inflection of tone in her words. She was like a Stepford Milf or something. “I feel like a swim Stan. You should join me”.

She turned around and went back into the house. I was still standing in the garage trying to figure out what to do when she stepped through the sliding glass door. She was wearing a white bikini. She was more sexy than she’d ever been to my eyes. My first reaction?

RUN

LIKE

HELL

I couldn’t make my feet work. I had to get out of there. I SHOULD get out of there. Her honey-blonde hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and hung freely over a shoulder. Her near perfect melons filled the cups of her bikini top.

I

AM

IN

DEEP

SHIT

She dove in the deep end of the pool. Her dive was a near perfect example of grace. Aunt Barbara wasn’t exactly thin. Her body had a clear and distinctive shape. She had the best kind of curves in all the right places. Even so, her dive made me think of a ballerina for some reason.

“Aren’t you coming”, Aunt Barbara asked so sweetly?

“Um, I really don’t have anything to swim in”. What a stupid, LAME excuse!

“Ohhhhhhhh, those shorts are fine”, she said with a wink. “Hop in”.

“I, um, I, errrrr, I…”

“Stan, get in the pool and do it now”. Even though there was no real inflection in her words, the harsh nature was redily apparent.

I tripped and stumbled a couple of times as I made my way through the gate into the pool area. I slowly made my way into the pool, taking one step at a time holding the railing as I walked in. The water was cool, almost cold. Aunt Barbara was doing a lap when I got to the point I was waist deep in water. I looked around.

Guilt.

Fear.

Shame.

All 3 were eating me alive. This was an upscale neighborhood and was sure anyone that saw all of this would know what was going on. I was reminded how impossible this was as I saw the enormous bushes that ringed the backyard. Aunt Barbara was swimming under the water as I was looking around, checking to see if there were any witnesses to this sordid display. I suddenly felt her hands working up my legs. I felt her hands slide under my shirt. I heard the splash as she breached directly behind me.

“Lose the shirt Stan”, she said as she peeled my wet t-shirt over my head.

Her arms were wrapped around me. I felt her firm breasts pressed against my back. I felt her chin resting on my shoulder.

“Stan”, she whispered, “I know you like me. I’ve seen you looking at me. And there’s something else I’ve seen as well…”, she whispered as her left hand cupped my balls through my denim cut-offs.

I tried to pull away. “GOD, AUNT BARBARA…”!

“Shhhhhh, it’s ok. I don’t mind”. I felt her nimble fingers unzipping and unbuttoning my shorts.

My hands found her forearms and tried to push them away. She resisited. Suddenly my left hand found hers. I felt the rock on her left hand. My hard on got bigger.

This was going from bad to worse.

“Mmmmmmmmm…maybe you’re not minding as much as you’re pretending”, she gasped in my ear. She nibbled on my earlobe as an exclaimation point.

She slid her hand in my underwear. Her soft fingers began to stroke the length of my shaft.

“You’re playing with fire BITCH”!

Who said that?

Did I just really hear that?

It sounded like me.

But that wasn’t possible, was it?

I would NEVER say that!

But, I wouldn’t rape her either, would I?

I would never rape my own mother, would I?

I would never impregnate the 2 of them, would I?

“Oooooooooo, big man”, she said with a coy tone.

“You shouldn’t play with me like that, you fucking CUNT”!

Who the hell WAS THAT?!?!

I felt her soft touch on my shoulder as she turned me around. Her hands snaked behind her neck. Her bikini top dangled as it hung from her fingers. She tossed it, wrapping it around the back of my neck and pulled me to her. Her bare, ample breasts pressed against me. I don’t know if it was the cold water or the fact that she was so obviously turned on, but her nipples were hard as diamonds. I felt them press against me.

My nostrils flared. I felt something akin to anger mingling with a burning lust building inside of me. I’d tried so hard to be good. I was so ashamed of what I’d done. Why was my mom teasing me the way she had? Why was this bitch playing with me like this? I was working so hard. Why were they fucking with me like this?

“Aunt Barbara”, I said through clenched teeth, “you’d better stop this and I mean RIGHT THE FUCK NOW”!

She gave me an evil grin. “And if I don’t”?

That was it. I could take no more.

I jerked her to me. My mouth attacked hers. My lips sealed over hers. My tongue stabbed into her mouth. My hands slid down her body, cupped her ass cheeks and squeezed. All the anger, all the passion, all the lust, all the desire, all the wanting, they all exploded. With a quick lurch I untied the knots holding her bikini bottoms. Grabbing her by her sweet ass cheeks I lifted her up, spun around and planted her on the side of the pool. I forced her legs apart. Acting on pure animal instinct, I was going to ravage this cunt like I hadn’t before, in a way I’d never wanted to in my most sordid, wet dream. Using my fingers I pried the hot pick pussy lips apart. My mouth attacked and ravaged her pussy. Grinding the base of my tongue against her clit, I shoved her back. She was lying on her back on the deck with her legs dangling over the side into the water. I lifted her legs and draped them over my shoulders. Grabbing her ample ass cheeks, I pulled her to me. Forcing her hips to angle back, I now had a face full of her snatch. I fluttered my tongue over her clit. I felt it getting warm. The tip of my tongue touched the opening of her pussy. I felt her body shudder. Her back arched. I heard her gasp. Using my tongue I began to lap visciously at her pussy. I felt her fingers softly touching mine. My cock was now as hard as the rock I spied on her left hand. My head bobbed. My tongue swayed side to side, eagerly slathering over her hot, married twat. With her legs draped over my shoulders I could hear and feel the effect I was having on her. Her feet kicked and splashed the cool water behind me. I used the fingertips of both my index fingers to massage her clit as I began to tongue fuck her. Using my thumbs I’d parted her pussy lips giving me full access to her hot milf snatch. She made a weird sound, almost like a cat mewling. Her fingers were in my hair, jerking me as her hips moved in rythm with me.

She came.

My tongue was as deep inside her as I could get it. Bending my tongue upward I began to scoop her cum into my mouth. The taste was incredible. Her breathing seized, her body locked, she dug her heels into my shoulders then she slowly let out a gasp. For all intents and purposes her body melting right there on the pool deck. She lay there limber and unmoving.

When she did move she mumbled something about needing something to drink. She rolled away from me. Her movements were robotic and disjointed. Water and sweat rolled down her spine. I watched this sexy, naked woman who obviously wanted me walk away. I had an erection that wouldn’t go away. I took my time stroking myself. She’d come out, I’d invite her into the pool and I would take her there. We’d kiss. We’d spoon. We’d make love. We’d fuck. Hell, we might even talk some. I didn’t know what the fuck was going on and for the time being I totally couldn’t have cared less. It wasn’t that I really didn’t care, I just had something better to think about and do.

I guess it was about 10 minutes or so and still no Aunt Barbara. I hadn’t taken my eyes off the sliding glass door. I began to feel conspicuous. I slowly pulled my shorts back up and climbed out of the pool. I looked around, suddenly cognizant of how exposed I was. Not knowing anything else to do I padded my way across the deck and softly knocked on the door. Peering in I didn’t see Aunt Barbara. She wasn’t in the kitchen. Maybe she was in the bathroom? The questions I’d been ignoring quietly began to nag at me. What the hell was this? What the fuck was going on? When I got no answer to my knock I cracked the door open.

“Um, Aunt Barbara? You ok”?

No response.

“Hello”?

I opened the door wide enough and stepped in. “Aunt Barbara? Is everything ok”?

Total silence.

Closing the door behind me I dripped water on the floor of her breakfast nook. “Are you ok Aunt Barbara”?

I finally heard something. She was coming down the stairs. She was in her bathrobe.