>Sup.
>The name's Anonymous.
>Anonymous Dazzle.
>And today is the day I become a man.

>I woke up on the morning of my 16th birthday to the smell of pancakes and bacon coming from downstairs.
>I groaned, snoozing my alarm before it had the chance to go off.
>It may be my birthday, but it's still a school day, and mom's not about to let me have the day off just for that.
>I get dressed, run a comb through my hair.
>Slip my locket around my neck.
>It's silver, and filled with red powder, some sort of crumbled gemstone.
>I'm not really sure what it is, but it was a gift from my mom and it's special to me.
>Some douchebags at school tried to take it from me once, said it was girly and called me a faggot.
>I broke their wrists.
>Mom was so proud.
>I still got suspended though. Oh well.
>I have a private tutor anyway. The whole high school thing is because I need to be "socialized," learn to deal with other people.
>It's whatever. Most people are idiots, but what else am I supposed to do with my time? Take up guitar?
>Nah.
>I jump down the stairs, not bothering to be quiet. Mom and Sonata are early risers.
>And nothing wakes Auntie Aria.
>"Mornin,'" I announce myself with the slap of my feet on the landing.
>"Morning, Nonny!" Aunt Sonata greets cheerfully, waving a spatula in greeting.
>We don't really keep staff, other than the groundskeepers and my tutor.
>Our family dynamic is... odd, and none of us care to have a butler or housekeeper sticking their nose into our business.
>Long story short, I'm not especially surprised when my aunt kisses me on the cheek, wearing nothing but a frilly pink apron.
>That's not to say I don't notice her breasts brushing against my arm, or the way the light shines on her flawless azure skin.
>I just don't crumple from embarrassment anymore.
>I can't help a faint heat in my cheeks as she turns around, flashing me a generous eyeful of her round, quivering ass.
>I bite my tongue, distracting myself before I can pitch a tent in my shorts.
>I do not want to be dealing with an erection all day, and I do not have time for a wank before school.
>I pull up a seat at the table, sitting down to a plateful of steaming pancakes, just drenched with butter and maple syrup.
>Mom lowers her coffee and smiles at me.
>"Good morning, dear. Happy birthday."
>"Thanks!" I grin, shoving a mouthful of pancakes into my mouth.
>"So, what's it gonna be?" I ask leadingly around a mouthful of fried dough. "Porsche? Ferrari?"
>Mom chuckles softly, a gentle laugh like tingling bells that makes my heart flutter oddly.
>See, the thing is, my mom is beautiful.
>Like, Greek statue beautiful, with golden skin and curly copper hair, and a body to kill for.
>Every time I look in a mirror I thank her for the genes.
>"Anonymous, you know what we talked about. If you want a car you're going to have to earn it."
>I sigh, but can't help a little smirk. "Yeah, I know. Worth a shot."
>"Mm," she hums amusedly. "You're short a few centuries if you plan to pull the wool on your mother."
>"Auntie Aria would buy me a car."
>"Ha!" Mom barks with laughter, and Sonata giggles.
>I grin, biting into a piece of bacon, when I hear the shuffling of feet behind me.
>"You spreading rumors about me kiddo?"
>A hand lands on my head, ruffling my hair.
>I squawk in surprise, grabbing for the hand in reflex. "Ack! Not the hair, not the hair!"
>My Aunt Aria laughs, snatching a piece of bacon off my plate as she flops down into the chair next to me.
>Mom gives her a look. "You're up early."
>Aria nods, yawning openly. "Yeah. Wanted to see the kid off to school. It's a special day."
>"Oh yeah!" Aunt Sonata squeals, today is the day-"
>"Sonata!" Mom snaps, shutting her up.
>She covers her mouth, blushing in embarrassment. "Oops! I almost spoiled the surprise!"
>I turn to mom, my own eyebrow raised. "Surprise?"
>She smirks at me. "Of course. It is your birthday after all."
>I grin. "What's the surprise then?"
>Mom laughs. "If I told you that, it wouldn't be a surprise, would it child?"
>"I guess not," I admit with a laugh.
>The rest of breakfast passed quickly, and I was ushered out the door before I could be late, my mom and aunts sending me off with a hug, a kiss, and a slug on the arm respectively.
>I laughed, waving them off as I walked to school. It isn't too far from our house, and I hate the bus.
>School passed pretty much as ever. I'm kind of a lone wolf, so no one really made much fuss about my birthday.
>Classes are easy, and I don't have much of a social life to navigate. I prefer watching others to participating myself.
>I'm on the gymnastics team, and that helps keep me in pretty good shape.
>I tried football once, on Aunt Aria's insistence, but I've never been much of a team player.
>But gymnastics is a solitary sport, perfect for me. By the time practice ends I've worked up a good sweat.
>The coach slaps me on the back and I endure it as he talks my ear off about tryouts and competitions.
>Finally I escape, and barely manage to keep myself from running home.
>I'm not an excitable person, really, but my family tends to spoil me a bit.
>Not in a douchebag rich kid way, but you can tell I'm the only child of the family. They like to dote on me a bit.
>Some people may think it's embarrassing, but honestly it just makes it happy. They love me and I love them. We're a family, odd as we may be.
>And they always seem to get me the best presents, almost like they can read my mind.
>I'm sweating again by the time I reach the house.
>I couldn't resist jogging instead of taking my usual leisurely pace.
>I slow down once I reach the door though. I don't want to look too eager... that wouldn't look cool.
>But, well, I am. I couldn't stop thinking about it all day.
>Still, I open the door casually. Mom hates slamming doors (which is probably why Auntie Aria likes to do it so much).
>"Hey, I'm home!" I call in greeting.
>"Hey, kiddo," Aunt Aria greets me as soon as I kick my shoes off and points upstairs. "Run on up and hop in the shower."
>I smirk and cock my head. "Oh, so we're going out then?"
>She rolls her eyes and gives me a playful shove toward the stairs. "Nice try, wise-ass. I'm not telling you a thing."
>I chuckle as I climb the stairs. "Worth a shot."
>I drop my schoolbag in my room and head for my bathroom.
>Our house is really big. Not quite a mansion, but close. So even my bathroom is kind of awesome.
>My pride and joy is the walk in shower. It's huge, open faced, with a detachable 8-setting shower head.
>You could hold an orgy in there, if you could fine enough people worth your time.
>But I'm just as happy keeping it all to myself.
>I start the water, filling the room with steam as I undress.
>I spare the mirror a glance. I'm not arrogant, but I'm proud of my body. Sleek, fit, slightly muscular.
>Dick big enough to get stuck in a toilet paper tube (not that I'd ever admit to trying).
>The only drawback is that I don't have a single hair below my eyebrows.
>No hairy chest, no messy bush, and most tragic of all, no beard. Ever.
>I guess it's some weird genetic thing, since neither my mom nor my aunts have any body hair either.
>And if you think it's odd that I know that, well.
>My family isn't exactly shy.
>Still, my dreams of growing a villainous goatee and handlebar mustache are a small price to pay for otherwise winning the jackpot on the genetic lottery.
>Seriously, my whole family is hot, and I'm no exception.
>And that's not me being arrogant. I look like a fucking model.
>Then again, so does mom.
>And Aunt Aria...
>And Aunt Sonata.
>Seriously, my family is hot!
>Alright, enough preening, let's get this whole shower thing over with so we can get on with the fun stuff.
>I've been dropping... subtle hints that I'm curious about what alcohol tastes like.
>Maybe they're gonna sneak me into a bar or something!
>Shit, that would be the bomb!
>I close my eyes as I work the shampoo in my hair into a lather, letting the hot water run down my body.
>My brow furrows in confusion as I hear the door open, and a cool draft raises goosebumps across my back.
>"I'm in the shower, just a minute!"
>I hear giggling, and something warm and soft presses into my back.
>"Hey, Nonny!" Aunt Sonata says excitedly.
>Her arms wrap around my chest as her I am pretty sure very naked tits rub against my back. "Welcome home from school!"
>"A-auntie!" I choke in surprise, my face burning in a way that has nothing at all to do with the heat of the shower, "What are you doing in here!?"
>I can hear the pout in her voice when she answers. "Aw, I just wanted to help you bathe. Just like old times."
>"Y-you haven't done that in years," I manage to stutter out. "I'm not a kid anymore."
>Auntie giggled. "I know you don't need my help, silly. You're a big boy now!"
>The way her voice purred on the words big boy stirred something in me, and I suddenly had one more throbbing reason to be embarrassed by the intrusion.
>"A-auntie, I think I can get it myself from here thank you, if you just uh, grab a towel..." I swallow nervously, angling myself to hide my erection the best I could.
>It didn't work.
>"Ah! Nonny, you're so big!" Aunt Sonata gasped in amazement.
>I shuffle to cover my crotch, pushing my stiffened cock toward the floor and willing it to settle down, but it's no use.
>My mini me just keeps springing right back up, standing at attention.
>"Ack! S-sorry Auntie, it's not what it looks like!"
>She grins, and her eye has a strange, hungry glint to it.
>"It looks like you're excited to see me!" She purrs, extending a finger.
>I shudder as her finger slowly travels the length of my shaft, petting the underside from sack to head.
>"Very excited," she purrs, carefully cupping my balls.
>I bite my lip to hide my arousal. Aunt Sonata is weird, but there is no way she is actually coming onto me in the shower!
>She's just a very physical person, and the idea of boundaries clearly doesn't exist!
>She is not going to suck me off!
>I grab her wrist, guiding her away from my crotch.
>"H-here, Auntie, why don't you get my back?" I say as I press the bar of soap into her hand.
>Her face flashes with disappointment, then brightens with a grin.
>"Oh! Right! Your surprise! I almost forgot!"
>She spins me around eagerly, all thought of my manhood apparently forgotten as she vigorously applies the loofah to my back.
>Ten minutes later, and my body is as clean as it's ever been.
>Too bad my mind is a bit in the gutter.
>But I didn't exactly have to sneak to get a look at my aunt's nude, wet body.
>And how am I supposed to not look at her huge, bouncing tits? Her dark perky nipples? Her glistening sna-
>Bad! Bad brain!
>Don't lewd Auntie Sonata!
>She is innocent and pure and has no ulterior motives!
>"We're going to have so much fun!"
>Her voice sends a shiver down my back as she wraps her arms around me, pulling a towel around my waist.
>She grabs another towel and starts vigorously drying my hair, then grabs a comb and begins fixing my 'do.
>I sigh, letting the brush untangle my wavy locks.
>It feels nostalgic, sitting here like this, nestled into my Auntie's lap as she runs the comb through my hair.
>I close my eyes and smile, letting the sensations take me, and with some relief I feel the peak in the front of my towel recede.
>Crisis averted.
>There's a knock on the door and Sonata stands up, jostling me out of my nostalgia.
>"You two about done in there?" Aria demands through the door.
>"Yup! Just a minute!" Sonata calls back, and pulls me to my feet.
>She grabs a towel and wraps it around her hair in that weird turban thing girls do.
>She does not, I notice with some chagrin, grab an extra.
>Instead she just hurries me toward the door and throws it open.
>On the other side is Aria, blessed, beautiful Aria, the lone bastion of fully clothed sanity in this crazy house.
>Her arms are crossed and her foot is tapping impatiently. "Come on, we've been waiting for this for sixteen years, I don't wanna wait any longer."
>"Hey! It's his birthday, I wanted to make sure he's good and ready!" Sonata shot back.
>"Come on, guys. Don't keep me in the dark," I plead. "What's the surprise?"
>"Nuh-uh, not a chance," Aria shoots back. "Close your eyes."
>I do, reluctantly, and jump as Aria slips something over my head.
>"A blindfold? Really?" I groan in exasperation and reach up to pull it off, but Sonata's arms grab mine from behind, pinning them to my side in an inescapable bear hug.
>"Hey! No peeking!"
>"Okay, okay!" I groan in defeat, once again acutely aware of her breasts pressing into my back.
>Once again I feel the stirring in my loins, and am forced to surrender lest I embarrass myself in front of my other aunt.
>Aunt Aria chuckles, and pats my arm. "Them's the breaks, kiddo. We're onto you."
>"Fiiiiine," I groan. "Do I at least get to put on pants?"
>"Nope!" Sonata chirps, ushering me down the hall.
>"Yeah, at this point it would just be a waste of time," Aria agrees. "Besides, you don't wanna keep Mommy Adagio waiting."
>"Aw come on, just let me grab some boxer shorts or something-"
>"Nope!" Sonata shoots me down cheerfully. "I'm following orders!"
>Aria chuckles drily. "You didn't go all body shy on us, did you?"
>"No, I'm just, uh-" my excuse dies lamely on my lips.
>Aunt Aria laughs knowingly. "Oh I know exactly what Sonata's doing. It's no big deal."
>She lays a comforting hand on my arm, and her tone is as sincere as I've ever heard it.
>"We're family, Anon. There's nothing to be embarrassed about."
>"Easy for you to say," I retort, "You don't have to deal with random boners!"
>Aria breaks out with a laugh, and I feel a bit more relaxed at the joke.
>So what if I was popping a boner from my Aunt's shower? It's only natural.
>"Thanks, Auntie," I grin.
>"No problem, kiddo. Oh look, we're here. Sonata, get the door!"
>"Okee dokee!" Sonata cheers, and I feel a rush of air as a door opens in front of me.
>Then I feel hands on my back, and am propelled forward as they shove me into the room.
>I stumble forward, and feel deft hands snatch the towel from my waist before the door slams shut behind me.
>"Hey!" I shout, "Damnit, Aria, I'm going to get you for that!"
>I turn toward the door and rip the blindfold off my head.
>I try the handle. Locked.
>I hear giggling on the other side of the door, and Aunt Aria's voice.
>"Enjoy yourself, Anon!"
>A voice gently clears its throat behind me.
>"Hello, Anonymous."
>I turn slowly, noticing the oddities of the room one by one.
>The flickering candle light, the quiet record music, the soft scent of perfume.
>And then I see her, on the bed.
>Clad in a sheer, almost transparent negligee, a sweet smile on her face.
>Her hair surrounds her in a halo of curls, and the candlelight glitters off of the subtle sparkles in her lipstick and eye shadow.
>I swallow thickly, supremely aware of my nudity as my half-erect cock throbs between my legs.
>"M-mom?"
>She beckons me with a single finger, and I walk forward as if in a trance.
>Her eyes meet mine, capture them so I cannot look at anything but those deep mulberry pools.
>I walk forward in a haze, reach for her, my shins bump the edge of the bed.
>She reaches for me, takes my head in both her hands, and draws me closer for a kiss.
>It's sweet, and electrifying, and sends a jolt down my spine and to my penis, springing it to erection.
>I draw away and she lets me go, still staring into my eyes, searchingly.
>"I don't understand..."
>"You are my son," she says softly, "you are born of my blood and that makes you like me. Something more than human."
>She pulls me in for another kiss and this time I feel it.
>A wave of warmth, washing over my body, like sinking into a hot bath.
>Love.
>Then, something electric and exciting! Lust!
>The emotions course through me, and I am overcome.
>I grab my mother and push her into the bed, pinning her beneath me as I meet her lips desperately.
>"What? Am? I?" I ask between breaths and stolen kisses.
>"You are a siren, a male, the only one of your kind in this world," she answers breathily, grinding herself against me.
>"That makes you our king, and now that you are of age, we are your concubines."
>"Concubines?"
>"Your mates." She reaches down, and a tingle runs up my back as her hand closes around my shaft.
>"And as your mother, the one who brought you into this world, I shall be your first."
>I swallow thickly, my saliva catching in my throat.
>"My- my first?"
>She chuckles, hooking her arm around my neck and pulling me close.
>She leans in, her chest brushing mine as she nips my ear.
>"Don't play coy with your mother, child. I know I raised you better than that."
>I blush, an I can feel the heat all the way to my ears. "Sex? You really want to have sex with me?"
>She growls, scissoring her legs around my hips and rolling me to the bottom.
>She pins me down, eyes filled with a feral, maternal protectiveness.
>"Of course I do. Do you doubt yourself so much that you cannot conceive that I might lie with you?"
>"You are of my flesh and blood. Do not think for a moment that there is anything that you don't deserve, or that I won't do for you."
>"Now do your duty and bed me!"
>Her words are galvanizing, and I am filled with an electric strength.
>I tangle my fingers through her hair, reversing the roll and putting myself back on top.
>She shrieks in surprise and pain, but her cry is broken by her own giddy laughter.
>She has egged me on to this point, it was exactly what she wanted.
>So now I'll take what I want.
>I grab her hips, and pull her to the edge of the bed so i can stand, and wrap my arms around her thighs.
>They are so smooth, cool and warm at the same time, firm and muscled but soft and pliable.
>A perfect balance. I could lose the whole night exploring them with my fingers, touching them with my cheek.
>But my dick is driving me now, and I know what it wants.
>I tear at my mother's panties, uncaring as I rip the delicate lace off her body.
>She moans encouragingly as I bare her naked slit.
>I rub my hand down her stomach, place my palm over her snatch.
>It's hot, hotter than the rest of her body, an inviting warmth that begs me to come inside.
>My mind is lost in the scent of salt and sweat, and I can't help a guttural moan as I trace my fingers over the contours of her pussy.
>"Come on, Anonymous. Don't keep me waiting."
>Her gentle, pleading words are all the encouragement I need.
>I drive her down, pinning her legs to her chest.
>My cock is throbbing as I draw it across the hot folds of her cunt, sending a shudder through both of us as our organs touch for the first time.
>The idea of protection doesn't even occur to me as I thrust in, driving my shaft deep into her.
>It slides in easily, as if she were made for me. A perfect fit, enveloping my dick in warmth and pleasure.
>She rolls her hips, and her muscles contract around me, firmly caressing my length and sucking me deeper in.
>I roll my hips with effort, pulling back until only my tip remains, my shaft slick with her fluids.
>I thrust again, growling as my thighs slap against her beautiful ass.
>She squeals in eager surprise as I drive my cock into her, my balls slapping against her anus.
>I never would have expected it from the self assured, prideful woman I know, but my mom is a squealer.
>There is no shame there, no reserve. She is just losing herself in the sheer pleasure of sex.
>The knowledge that I can bring her so much joy drives me to greater effort. I pull back, pistoning my hips as I try to find a rhythm.
>I'm clumsy at first. I've never done this and my mind is buzzing with new sensations.
>But she guides me, just like she has all my life, her moans and screams of pleasure directing my movements.
>She rolls her hips, matching my pace, letting my lead out dance despite my clumsiness, and I find myself settling into a comfortable rhythm.
>My body slicks with sweat, and my breath comes in shallow, ragged puffs.
>I am glad for my gymnastics training as I continue to push myself, holding out as my cock throbs inside her.
>It feels so good, I don't want it to end.
>"F-fuck! Anon!"
>I startle, driving my dick deep in surprise.
>It's rare to hear my mom swear like that, and never in the same breath as my name.
>Her screaming reaches a crescendo, and her legs grab my hips like a vice.
>Her hands throttle the sheets as her thighs crush my sides, and her cunt tightens around my cock with crushing force.
>I moan as her insides massage my shaft, digging my fingernails into her thighs as she pushes me over the edge.
>My head swims with pleasure as my dick pulses, firing my load deep into her womb.
>She doesn't let me go, milking me for all I'm worth.
>I feel pleasure wash over me, ecstasy, love and lust, ferocious hunger and deep satiation.
>Something drapes around my neck, and I feel a subtle pressure at my throat.
>I raise my fingers to my neck, and touch the stone that hangs there.
>White hot emotion pierces my mind, too powerful to identify as any one feeling.
>It's more like the feeling of feeling at all.
>Like I am actually feeling for the first time.
>Not just the experience of emotions, but the weight, the texture of them.
>The taste.
>Sweet, sweet love.
>Spicy hot lust.
>The subtle tang of envy and jealousy.
>Bliss.
>They all drive into me, heightening my senses as my cock throbs again, sending spurt after spurt of ropy cum into my mom's pussy.
>Mom's legs drop and I stumble back, catching myself on the post of her bed.
>She looks thoroughly exhausted as she props herself up on her elbows, bliss and pride plain across her face even as her hair falls behind her in a tangled mess.
>I grin sheepishly, suddenly acutely aware of my nudity and the fluids dripping down my legs from my still erect cock.
>She beckons me forward with one finger, and I lean in so she can plant a chaste kiss on my cheek.
>"Happy birthday, sweetie."
>I shudder. "You meant what you said? About sirens and concubines?"
>She smirks, and gently caresses the stone that appeared at my throat.
>I shudder as her finger strokes the gleaming, faceted ruby.
>Her voice is almost... reverent, as she speaks.
>"My sisters and I want nothing more than to make you happy, Anonymous."
>Suddenly, the door bursts open and I hear the familiar, scratchy voice of my Aunt Aria.
>"So, kiddo, how'd it go? It sounded like you were having-"
>Her teasing stops, and she halts dead in the doorway, jaw dropping.
>She falls to one knee, head bowed and arms outspread in supplication as her voice takes on an uncharacteristic quiver.
>"My- my king!"
>I don't even have time to process that before my other Aunt bursts into the room.
>"Nonny, you did it!" Sonata shouts.
>She runs at me, hug-tackling me to the bed and showers my face with kisses, unmindful of my wet cock or our mutual nakedness.
>"I'm so *mwah!* happy that *mwah!* it worked!"
>I squirm under her, trying to breathe.
>She's heavier than mom, and way stronger than you'd expect, so I can't push her off like I did mom.
>Instead I raise my hand, and bring it down on her ass with a smack!
>She squeals, arching her back with a shudder as she throws her head back and gives me a bit of breathing room.
>"Ack- Auntie- get off!"
>"O-oops, sorry Nonny!"
>She slides off of me, dropping to her knees on the floor and looking up at me with doe-eyed admiration.
>"I'm just so happy for you."
>"I don't- I don't really know what's going on," I admit, a bit overwhelmed.
>"I know, sweetie," my mom says, caressing my cheek as she hugs me from behind.
>"Don't worry, we'll be here to walk you through it, every step of the way."
>"But first," she motions to my two aunts, "You have two more presents."
>Aunt Sonata shuffles forward on her knees, gazing up at me in utter admiration.
>"A-Auntie?" My voice shakes in uncertainty.
>She smiles, eyes filled with a hunger I have never seen before.
>She licks her lips, slow and predatory, before pouncing on me, locking her lips around my cock.
>Her head bobs, and my eyes roll back as her tongue assaults my member, still sensitive from my first orgasm.
>Soft arms envelop me, warmth coursing through me as my mother leans against my back, her slender hands grasping at my chest.
>She sings in my ear, a soft ethereal melody that sends shivers through my body.
>My dick throbs, returning to life as I feel energy coursing through my body.
>My cock stiffens, filling my aunt's mouth, and she hums happily as she sucks, swallowing the mix of mine and my mother's juices.
>She grasps my balls, carefully massaging them with her delicate hands.
>My cock throbs, almost painfully erect, as Aunt Sonata pulls away with a 'pop.'
>She smirks at me, planting a quick kiss on my glans.
>"Aww, you're all hard for me, Nonny," she says happily. "Do you wanna fuck me?"
>I nod breathlessly. I do, I really do. All the feelings I've suppressed, living with my hot, nudist aunt peak.
>I want nothing more than to shove my cock into her soft, wet depths.
>She giggles, edging away from me as she pushes herself to her feet.
>Then she turns, looking over her shoulder with a wink, and leaning forward to touch the floor.
>I swallow a lump in my throat as I stare at her perfect ass, on display before me.
>She giggles and shakes herself playfully, her round, soft butt jiggling invitingly.
>Mom kisses my cheek and ruffles my hair encouragingly.
>I push myself off the bed, cock stiff and ready as I step toward my aunt.
>"You sure?" I ask my aunt. I still can't believe this is happening.
>She giggles, thrusting her hips invitingly.
"Come on, Nonny! Don't be shy! I've been waiting sooo long to feel your cock!"
>I grin, but my face is red with embarrassment. "Come on, auntie, don't exaggerate!"
>She laughs. "I'm not! It's been forever since I've felt real siren cock! Aria's toys just don't cut it anymore!"
>I blush harder, imagining my aunties screaming in arousal, a long thick dildo shared between them.
>My cock twitches, and I groan.
>Sonata moans in response, pushing herself back so that my dick is sandwiched between her generous ass cheeks.
>"Come on, Nonny," she whines, "Don't keep me waiting!"
>I swallow, my head spinning with nervous energy.
>I grab her hips, pulling her against my thighs.
>I grind against her, heart pounding as my shaft glides across the cleft of her ass cheeks.
>Then I pull back, hands grasping her butt. My thumbs find her cunt, pulling apart her folds to reveal her wet, pink snatch.
>Moaning, I rock forward, slowly slipping my length into her.
>She feels like mom. Note quite as tight or quite as hot, but slick and eager.
>She moans, arching her back, and I shiver as her passage shifts around me.
>This position is way different from mom's, and it affects me differently.
>Her passage curves downward, putting more pressure on my penis which naturally curves upward.
>Her folds grind against my sensitive underside, and my tip strikes her inner walls.
>Grunting, I thrust my hips forward, eagerly driving myself into the new sensations,
>Aunt Sonata gasps, panting as I pound into her.
>Her voice squeaks as she calls my name, and the cute little voice cracks drive me wild.
>My fingers dig into her ass, my digits sinking into her soft, cool flesh.
>I rear back, slapping my hand across her butt with a loud *smack!*
>She squeals, thrusting against me as she begs me "again! Again!"
>I consent, smacking her again, riding her like a wild cowboy.
>My other palm drops, spanking her hard enough to sting my palm and leave a bright pink hand print on her ass.
>She squeals in delight, and I feel her tighten around me.
>I grunt, smacking her again. My hands punish her jiggling bottom until they're tingling and red, and her pussy convulses around my cock.
>My balls tighten, and I grab her stinging ass as my body shudders in orgasm, shooting my load deep into her womb.
>She squeals with joy, arms collapsing as her pussy milks me for all I'm worth.
>She props herself on her elbows, rocking her hips as she rides out her own orgasm.
>I fall backward, breathing heavily, my penis leaving her cunt with a satisfying pop.
>I stumble onto the bed, tumbling back until I fall onto the sheets, my wet cock rising over me like a perverse Eiffel tower.
>Mom hums as she crawls over to me, her heavy curls obscuring me as I feel her lips around my cock.
>Her tongue works feverishly, and I feel her swallow as she greedily gulps down my leftover jizz and my aunt's cum.
>I groan, clutching her arm in an iron grip as I try to digest the new emotions flowing through my pendant.
>Where mom tasted of pride and ambition, lust and bliss, my aunt tastes of pure joy.
>Excitement, for me and for life and for sex.
>And love and lust of course, a dash of pride.
>Familiar flavors mixed with new, all new and overwhelming sensations, almost too much. My head spins with pleasure.
>My heart is pounding, and my stomach flutters with nervous pleasure.
>Mom sighs happily, laying beside me. Her arms strangle mine as she rests her head on my chest, her curls tickling my chin.
>Her legs shift, pinning my hand between her thighs as her knee brushes my cock.
>The mattress shifts as my aunt crawls up next to me, nestling against my other side.
>Her sweet breath tickles my nose, her lips brush against my ear.
>I turn my head to say something, and she captures my lips with hers, sending a shock through my body as she kisses me.
>I moan, sinking into the kiss as her tongue dances across mine.
>Mom nestles into my shoulder, kissing my neck, and I melt into the embrace between two of the most important women in my life.
>The door squeaks, and footsteps shuffle toward the hall.
>Mom stops, half sitting, to glare at the disturbance.
>"Where do you think you're going?"
>Aunt Aria stops, frozen in the doorway.
>She turns back, a fragile grin on her face, cheeks flushed a dark pink.
>"I was... just leaving. He- he's had a big day, you know." She shrugs.
>I push myself half up, propping on my elbows. "Aunt Aria?"
>She smiles sheepishly. "H-happy birthday, kiddo."
>"Wait!"
>I catch her before she can slip out the door.
>Quickly I extricate myself from my aunt and mother, my bare feet padding across the floor.
>I put my hand on Aunt Aria's shoulder, turning her to face me.
>She hangs her head, refusing to meet my eyes.
>My throat clamps, and I feel her through my pendant.
>Shame. Envy. Insecurity.
>My heart drops, and I pull her close to me.
>She squeaks in surprise, stiffening in my arms, before going limp and melting against me.
>I whisper into her ear.
>"I don't want you to leave, Auntie."
>She sniffs, hugging me back, her wiry arms crushing my back with surprising strength.
>"I'm not, I'm not as pretty as my sisters," she whimpers. "I'm not worthy of you, sire."
>I tilt her head up, my fingers under her chin.
>"I don't care. I love you, Auntie. I want you."
>She sniffs, hands tensing. Her fingertips dig into my naked back.
>I step back, pulling her into the room. My bare foot catches the door, nudging it shut.
>I put my hands on her shoulders and gently push her away, looking into her eyes.
>"I want to see you. Take off your clothes."
>She blushes, her words catching in her throat.
>Nervously, she steps back, hands clutching at her blouse. It's only now I realize she's dressed up for me.
>The shirt comes off, and her bra hugs her chest tightly, pushing her modest breasts up into an imitation of cleavage.
>I reach forward, touching her smooth abs. Her muscles are firm and taut, hot under her skin.
>She breathes a shaky, shuddering breath, presses herself against my palm.
>My hand trails down, deftly unbuttons her slacks. She wiggles her hips as I pull her zipper, sliding her pants down her legs.
>I blink, taken aback in surprise. My aunt, gruff and boyish and sporty, is wearing lingerie.
>Lacy panties match her bra, and a garter belt hugs her waist, its straps disappearing past her waistband.
>She steps out of her pants. Her legs are hugged by sheer, lacy stockings.
>My breath catches. I run my hands down her sides. She shivers.
>"Auntie, you're... sexy as hell."
>She bites her lip, turning away. "You're just saying that."
>I grab her wrist and pull her into me, kissing her lips.
>She melts against me, soft and small, her head fitting neatly under my chin.
>My hands trace her muscled back and grab her ass, grasping her firm cheeks.
>Her breath hitches, and I feel her push her butt against my hands. My thumbs loop into the elastic of her waistband and I pull down her panties.
>Her breath tickles my chest as she hooks her arms around my neck, kicking her panties aside as I kiss her again.
>I push her back against the door, lifting her to eye level, my hands under her thighs.
>She looks at me uncertainly, and I grin, grinding against her crotch.
>She moans as my dick slides across her cunt, growing stiff for the third time tonight.
>Sweet, spicy lust tingles across my tongue, as the bitter flavors of jealousy and shame recede.
>My aunt's grip loosens as she leans against the door and I lean away, her legs hugging my hips and her fingernails digging into the back of my neck.
>I roll my hips, dragging my penis against her lips until the tip lines up with her opening.
>I lower her as I thrust, letting gravity do half the work.
>She's wet, and her folds part invitingly around my cock head.
>I grunt as I press into her. She's tighter than Sonata, and even mom. Hotter too. Her insides are like a furnace.
>She gasps as she slips down my length, her knees digging into my sides as she tightens her grip in panic.
>I wince as her cunt spasms around me, her powerful muscles strangling my cock.
>"You're so fucking tight," I grunt breathlessly, my fingers digging into her thighs.
>Moaning, she tightens her grip on my neck, pulling my head until our brows rest against each other.
>"Do- do you love me, Anon?" she pants.
>I nod. "Yes."
>"Then FUCK ME!" she growls!
>I startle, loosening my grip in surprise, and she cries out as she's impaled on my cock.
>I grab her quickly, pinning her against the door as her pussy spasms around me.
>I draw back, just enough to get a little bit of distance, before thrusting again, driving myself into her up to the hilt.
>She screams, swearing at me even as she tells me to go again.
>I do, pounding into her over and over, until sweat pours off my back and my legs are sore from thrusting.
>I howl, deep and animalistic as I pound my aunt against the wall.
>Tears pour down her cheeks, her eyes clenched in pain, but her emotions hum with pride and victory.
>She wants this.
>It hurts, but it hurts exactly like she hoped it would.
>I choke up with emotion.
>"I'm... your first?" I whisper. This moment is only for us.
>She nods, her eyes wet with pride and shame.
>"I never- before," she gasps. "And then, I was saving myself."
>"For me," I finish, awed.
>She nods. "For my king."
>I lean in, biting her neck, marking her as my own.
>We bang against the door as I cum for the third time, her muscles contracting as she suffers her own orgasm.
>She screams in pained satisfaction, and I can feel her nails leave bright red lines across my back.
>I fall against the door in exhaustion, out noses touching as I rest my forehead against hers.
>Our breathing is tense, ragged, as we breathe the same air.
>My skin tingles, and electricity races up my spine as her emotions pour into me.
>Love. Affection. Adoration.
>I tilt my head, and kiss her.
>Soft hands find us, coaxing us away from the door.
>I stumble back, carrying my aunt, my cock still sheathed inside her.
>Mom and Sonata guide us to the bed, easing me back so I can lie down, Aunt Aria still cradled snugly in my arms.
>Sonata curls up next to me, pressing her back into my side.
>Mom leans over me, her hair tickling my cheek.
>She kisses my forehead, then my mouth, pulling away with a gasp as a string of saliva stretches between us.
>She lies down next to me, her eyes on my face, filled with love, devotion, and pride.
>"Happy birthday, Anonymous. I love you so, so much."