Family Issues Part2

FAMILY ISSUES PART 2

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CHAPTER 3

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The next few weeks were sort of a blur, but that’s often how it feels when you’re deliriously happy. Rachel was completely true to her word, and she keep every ounce of cum drained from Jason’s balls. He just couldn’t get enough of her, and she couldn’t seem to get enough of him.

At first, fucking while his mom was home was completely off-limits, but before long they were even sneaking into each other’s rooms while his mom slept right down the hall. It was dangerous and exciting, but Rachel had to try to stay quiet, and Jason just loved the way she howled when she could give herself free reign to enjoy her orgasms.

It was all he could do not to tell his best friend, Charlie, about it, but he was worried about how he might react to the fact that Jason was fucking his aunt. And unfortunately, Charlie seemed to instinctively know that something was up with him, and refusing to admit it was slowly driving a wedge between them.

At first, Jason had been doubtful about some of Rachel’s advice, but as he began to utilize some of it, he realized just how right she was. Girls seemed to respond to confidence, even when he didn’t actually feel very confident. As long as he acted confident, they seemed more responsive, and before he knew it he had a date for the “Spring Fling.”

Charlie was almost outraged, and demanded to know how he’d gotten a girl like Danelle to go out with him. Jason decided that at least that part of their agreement didn’t need to be kept a secret, so he told Charlie how his aunt Rachel had been giving him advice. Charlie listened to every word like Jason was laying out a plan for world domination, and before the dance, he had a date as well.

Danelle was tall, blonde, and gorgeous, but she wasn’t one of the more popular girls because her family was dirt poor. The had fun together at the dance, but afterward, when he drove her home, he discovered the real problem with dating girls his own age. She was more than willing, even eager to make out with him, but when his hands began to roam, she got scared. She was still a virgin, and she wasn’t going any further, especially on a first date.

He ended up driving home frustrated and horny, and when he arrived he realized that getting Rachel to sooth his aching loins would have to wait. Tonight was one of her nights off, but when he pulled into the driveway, he saw that his mother was home early.

Jason got out of the car and headed inside, but then he pulled up short as he heard a squeal from the living room before he reached the front door. Curious, he peeked through the window, and saw his mother and his aunt on the couch talking and giggling like a couple of school girls. There were three wine bottles on the table in front of them, and two of them looked empty.

They both seemed to sober somewhat when he went inside.

“How was the dance honey?” His mother asked.

“Okay I guess,” he grumbled as he sank into the armchair.

“Did you get lucky?” Rachel raised a brow at him.

“Rach!” His mother admonished. “I don’t need to hear that!”

“There’s nothing to hear,” Jason replied dryly. “I kissed her, and she acted like she was afraid I might have the plague or something.”

“Virgin,” Rachel nodded slowly. “If you like her, you just need to be patient.”

“She’s okay, but I wouldn’t go so far as to say I like her,” Jason told her.

“Then why did you go to the dance with her?” His mother wanted to know.

“She said yes,” Jason shrugged.

Rachel burst out laughing, but his mother scowled. “So, you don’t even really like her, but you still tried to…” She couldn’t seem to bring herself to say it. “I thought I raised you better than that.”

“What?” Jason asked defensively. “It’s not like I raped her.”

“Jason!” His mother gasped.

“Calm down, Nikki,” Rachel chuckled. “He’s seventeen. You don’t really think he’s still a virgin, do you?”

“Oh god,” Nichole drained the rest of her glass. “I don’t think I want to know.”

The conversation quickly turned to other things, but Jason didn’t really hear much of it as he watched his aunt and his mother. They were only a couple of years apart, and they almost could have been twins. Of course, his mother had never paid for implants, so her chest was almost non-existent compared to Rachel’s, but she was still a very beautiful woman.

Jason almost shocked himself when he realized what he was thinking, and he quickly excused himself and went to bed. Fucking his aunt was wrong on so many levels. He knew that, and accepted it, but when he realized that he was thinking about his own mother that way, it twisted his stomach into knots.

What the hell was wrong with him?



“I’m worried about him,” Nichole told Rachel after Jason went to bed.

“I wouldn’t,” Rachel shrugged. “He’s a good kid. He’s smart, and he’s sweet. What’s to worry about?”

“You never met his father,” Nichole sighed. “He seemed sweet most of the time too, but then he could turn into a real bastard.”

“Being an asshole isn’t genetic,” Rachel pointed out. “You worry too much, Sis. You need to learn to relax. Your whole life can’t be just about work and taking care of your son. You need to have some fun. Go out and get laid for Christ’s sake. How long has it been?”

“Too long,” Nichole grimaced as she poured the last of the bottle into their glasses. “Let’s see… That would have been Michael, and I think… God, has it really been six years?”

“Seven years!?” Rachel exclaimed as her jaw dropped. “Damn girl. I figured it had been a long time, but that’s ridiculous! How are you still sane?”

“My dildo gets a lot of use,” Nichole chuckled dryly. “Between taking care of Jason, and struggling to make ends meet, I just don’t have time.”

“I can’t believe you just said that,” Rachel shook her head. “You were worse than I was when we were teens! Sex was all you ever thought about. How in God’s name have you gone seven years?”

“Things were different back then,” Nichole sighed. “I never really thought about what I was doing. Now I think too much.”

“Well stop it,” Rachel pinched her arm.

“Ow!” Nichole protested.