Churned For a Creampie

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Chapter 1: Churned In The Tub

Chapter 2: Churned For A Creampie

Chapter 3: Churned In The Dorm

Chapter 4: Churned on The Beach

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I collapsed against Aunt Jenny after my orgasm. She leaned back and let me use her massive tits as pillows. I was exhausted, my mind muddled, every single one of my muscles was completely relaxed. After a few minutes of this, she maneuvered me so I was laying back in her arms and popped a nipple into my mouth. I ‘mmm’ed in surprise as a big spurt of milk hit the back of my throat almost immediately. She held me like that for at least ten minutes. I lost count of how much I drank.

By the time she pushed me away her body was shaking and her eyes fluttering. I thrust several fingers into her cock’s tight opening and quickly fingered her to an orgasm that made her shriek so loud it hurt my ears. We switched from bathtub to shower and soaped each other up pretty good, the temptation to go at it again was pretty strong, but she told me it’d be best if waited.

Seeing the whole of her naked, standing tall with that cock of hers hanging between her legs made me weak. I’ve never thought of myself as gay or bi, and I’d never found cock attractive, but the fact that it was attached to my Aunt, as well as not being a “normal” cock, was enough for me to overcome any weirdness I might have felt. She hefted it in both hands, pointing it up so the tip brushed the bottom of her tits. “Wanna see something hot?” She asked, rhetorically.

Aunt Jenny gave a few grunts, then her massive phallus began to shrink- no, recede, into her body.

Her huge balls went first. Sliding up into the cleft between her legs with some effort. Then her cock slid back inside her until only the fleshy tip remained. It merged with the surrounding flesh until the gap between Aunt Jenny’s legs looked like a normal pussy.

I reached out and slid a few fingers inside it to test, she moaned favorably and put a hand on my quickly stiffening dick.

“We should really wait, Ryan…until your Mom gets home.”

“Aaahhh! Tease,” I murmured.

“It’s going to be so worth it, come on, lets get out and put some clothes on.”

We did, reluctantly. Aunt Jenny insisted that I drink several glasses of water and cooked me up a steak while I sat at the kitchen island in shorts and a black wife-beater I used for workouts.

She didn’t eat any herself, though she did hydrate along with me, saying that she felt kinda ‘bloated’ with all of my cum tucked up inside her, demurring any questions that attempted to probe (har, har) the origin of her unique genitalia. (I’d never seen it any of her porn films, after all.)

When we’d dressed she’d just pulled on one of my Mom’s robes. It did a terrible job of hiding her ass or concealing her tits. The line of cleavage must have been a foot long. Her nipples were clearly erect.

It didn’t take much to distract me. She questioned me about how things were going at college, what I was thinking about studying, new friends, and so on. Eventually we talked about girls and how I was doing. She wanted gooey details. I told her about Gail, my first, and how she had promised her ass to me.

She laughed at that, smiling, “You are a stud, holy shit. You’ve got girls promising their assholes to you. That’s so hot! I’d like to meet her someday. I’d love to fuck her ass, too. After you’ve broken it in, of course.”

“It’s a date!”

We both laughed. She looked at the clock, it was close to 4PM.

“Your Mom should be home soon. She went out to get a facial and a massage. I wore her out last night and she needed some ‘me time’ to recover.”

She grinned. “For now, let’s keep our little tryst a secret. Tonight, when you hear us start to get loud, sneak in, I’ll leave the door unlocked and slightly open. From there we’ll figure out a good place for you to join in.”

I stood up, walked around the island, and gave her a big hug, leaning in for a kiss which she returned ardently. She grabbed two big handfuls of my ass, squeezing my cheeks and pulling me closer. Her breasts were at the perfect height to rub against my erection and we made out for a few minutes. I rubbed the bulge in my shorts against her udders while her hands massaged my ass.

We snapped out of it when we heard the garage door open and she pushed me away, smirking down at my erection.

“Go take care of that thing, but don’t take care of it, okay?”

I smirked back at her, “Sure thing,” I quickly leaned in for another quick kiss and whispered “Thank you” in her ear, then nipped it.

Aunt Jenny pushed me away, “Stop casino oyna it! If you don’t get out of here right now young man, I’m gonna rape you in front of your mother.”

“Promise?” I replied.

“Scoot!”

I scooted.

On my way up the stairs I heard my Mom come into the kitchen and the low murmurs of them talking. They both laughed at something. I imagined their breasts, four massive mounds of jiggling titflesh, shaking as they did so. My cock throbbed.

I went to my room, lost the wife-beater, and proceeded to do some simple body-weight exercises. Anything to get my mind off of sex. It worked. Enough.

My Mom tapped on my (closed) bedroom door and said “Dinner in twenty, Ryan.”

“Okay, Mom.”

I hopped into the shower a few minutes after that and put on some restrictive boxers, blue jeans, and a plain t-shirt. Any boner I popped during dinner be partially camouflaged at least. Aunt Jenny hadn’t changed out of her robe, my Mom had stuffed herself into a pair of ass-hugging jeans and a white blouse for her errands.

UNF, I thought to myself. They looked so damn good.

While my Mom’s back was turned, stirring something on the stove, my Aunt stared at the bulge in my jeans and licked her lips. I stared at the massive heart-shaped ass that belonged to my Mother and licked my lips.

When my Mom’s body language seemed to communicate that she was moving away from the stove, I slipped over to the table and grabbed a chair. My Aunt smiled at me from across it and leaned forward, giving me a generous view of her cleavage.

Dinner was simple, my Mom had steamed some vegetables and cooked some chicken, I had two generous helpings. Even with all of my Aunt’s breast milk plus the steak she cooked me post-coitus, I was famished.

And “simple” was her word, not mine. She’s always been a great cook, so even a few (seemingly) plain vegetables mixed with chicken was damn good.

The delicate subject of their noisy late-night copulation didn’t cross anyone’s lips. My Mom mentioned that she didn’t hear me come in last night, so it must have been late. I named a time later than I actually arrived, she seemed a tad relieved and…disappointed?

Please let her be disappointed that I didn’t hear her cumming last night. Please, please, please…

Both of them asked about school, my Aunt tactfully (for her) asked if I had any steady girlfriends yet. My Mom didn’t seem to notice my Aunt Jenny plurify the word ‘girlfriends’.

I replied that there was one girl who seemed to like me: Gail.

“Oooo, Gail, I like that name,” Jenny purred. “Is she hot?” (As if she was hearing this for the first time.)

“Um, yeah, I’d say she’s hot.”

“Good for you,” she replied, “I bet you’re gonna dri—”

“Jen!” my Mom interrupted. “I’ve known you long enough to know when you’re about to say anything inappropriate. Let’s not have that kind of talk at the dinner table, not in my house. Please?”

“Darn,” my Aunt snapped her fingers, sarcastically, “You got me, sis,” she grinned. “I’ll corner him after supper and get all the juicy details then.” She winked at both of us, making us chuckle.

Ah, a joke, I get it! is how the thought of any normal person might look, a normal person who knew nothing about the unusual sexual depravities taking place within my family. I laughed along with Mother, wondering to myself whether that wink was a threat, or a promise, and if it was a “threat,” would I prefer that to the promise?

“Are there any details you can tell us about this girl that are,” my Mother paused, looking at my Aunt pointedly, “not salacious?”

I felt myself ache watching her lips pronounce the word “sal-a-cious,” and thought for a moment.

“Well, she’s fit, she’s on the swim team, an athletic scholarship, (dose legs, UNF) and she’s thinking of becoming a gym teacher.”

My Mom’s face tightened a little at my mention of her fitness, but relaxed when I said the rest.

“She sounds nice. If you two continue to be involved romantically I’ll expect you to bring her home so I can feed her,” her breasts brushed the edge of the table as she pushed her chair back to stand up.

They jiggled.

She grabbed several dirty dishes to take over to the sink.

Phrasing, I thought, struggling not to snicker.

My Aunt’s expression told me she knew enough of what I was thinking, and that her approval, should I bring home Gail to be ‘fed’ by Mother, would be enthusiastic bordering on a visit to a Sex Addicts Anonymous.

(“Hi. My name is Jenny and I have a sex addiction. I want to drain men of their seed, impregnate their wives, and feed them copious amounts of breastmilk. In bathtubs.”)

My Mom missed this exchange and continued speaking.

“It’s been a while since I’ve cooked anything complicated, you know? Usually it’s just you, me, and your Aunt. And you two will canlı casino eat anything I put in front of you. But if you bring home a girlfriend, I’ll be forced to do some real cooking,” she paused to put the dishes in the sink and turn on the tap.

“I’d love to stuff her—

My Aunt and I looked at each other, our eyebrows attempting simultaneous moonshots upon hearing the word ‘stuff’ closely followed by ‘her’.

“—full of—”

Oh no, our faces seemed to say to each other. My Mom’s back was turned, so we had a small advantage, but still. Any sound louder than the sink’s running water would betray us.

“—my pie.”

“I love your pie Mom, I love it when you make pie. Your apple pie is great, but your creampie is to die for.”

I ejaculated these words louder than I needed in order to cover the sounds of perverted mirth barely being held in by my Aunt Jenny. Upon hearing my mother saying she’d love to stuff Gail’s face full of her “pie” she’d snorted, burying her face in her hands to muffle the noise.

I tried to insert a space between ‘cream’ and ‘pie’, but judging by the “Mmmpphh, mmmph, mmmph!” noises coming from Aunt Jenny, I failed.

As Mom shut off the water and turned away from the sink I said, “Bless you Aunt Jenny!”

“Thank you!” She squeaked, getting up from the table, ” ‘scuse me!”, and headed towards the bathroom.

“What’s got into her?” Asked my oblivious busty sexpot of a Mom.

Phrasing! Boom!

“Allergies?”

“Ah. Did you get enough to eat honey?”

“Oh yeah, Mom, I’m stuffed.”

***

I helped Mom with dishes and we made smalltalk, my Aunt returned from the bathroom, face red. She gave my ass a squeeze when Mom wasn’t looking.

Soon after that all of us retired for the evening. My Mom and Aunt to my Mother’s room, and me to mine.

I stripped out of my clothes, with the exception of some soft black boxers, and laid on my bed, stretching. My stomach churned a bit and I sat up, propping myself up with pillows, grabbing an unfinished book from my bedside table.

It was hard to focus on the words in front of me.

My mind kept wandering back to the “promise” Aunt Jenny made me when my eight inches was stuffed inside her footlong schlong.

Impregnating my mother and letting me watch.

I don’t want to just watch, I want to be an active participant!

The promise of Gail’s asshole was almost completely forgotten. It paled in comparison (Literally paled. Gail was really tan, all over. Everywhere. My Mom’s skin on the other hand was milky white. Dat ass.) to the vision of my Mother being impaled by the monster my Aunt kept inside her.

At this point, the question of “How is this possible, again? What anatomy class did I miss?” was furthest from my mind, when it should been Number One. “But how could you ignore the most obvious of questions?,” you might be asking, yourselves, dear readers?

I looked at the clock. It had been an hour since I’d started reading. I looked down at my lap.

I had an enormous erection.

I put the book away and slipped out of my boxers.

Enormous was the right word.

Bigger? Is it bigger?

I stood up, it pointed towards the ceiling, proudly.

Thicker, most definitely.

I fumbled around in my desk for a ruler and laid it against my length, pulling my cock so it lay parallel with the floor.

Eight point five?! I thought. So, bigger, yes, it’s bigger. I gained half an inch?! How does that even—

I dropped the ruler and wrapped a hand around the base, squeezing, then stroking. I felt my mind blank as the pleasure overtook me.

More sensi— Oh. OH! Clench PC muscle! CLENCH!

I let go of my hyper-sensitive penis and hit the abort button on premature liftoff.

What the fuck is going on?

KNOCK KNOCK goes the door.

I turned to face it, dumbly, as it opened. It was Aunt Jenny.

“Ryan, are you? OH! Oh my. Aren’t you excited,” she laughed that husky laugh of hers and looked at me, eyes smoldering. “I was thinking we need a change of plans for tonight…”

She’d poured herself into a clingy pink robe that barely covered her ass. I could clearly see her erect nipples through the material. My busty, luscious, voluptuous, enchanting Aunt Jenny took a few steps into her Nephew’s room.

Titflesh jiggled.

Hips swayed.

I felt myself go dizzy for a moment and little flashes of light passed across my vision. Blood thundered in my ears a few moments later.

“Yours is big, but mine is still bigger!” She gloated.

She lifted up the hem of her robe.

SSSHHHLLLUUUCK! was the sound of a footlong, intimidating, beefy penis being roughly pushed through the narrow channel of my Aunt’s pussy-lips.

It rocketed out of her body, slick with juice, pointed downwards at the floor kaçak casino briefly before whipping up with enough force to slap against the bottom of her tits, leaving tiny damp spots on her robe. The centrifugal force of the upwards cock-swing pelted my lower and upper body with juices. My mouth had dropped open when she had swayed and jiggled into my room. It was still open when her genitalia made its sudden entrance and upswing.

Several drops of that previous clear fluid made it into my mouth. I closed it quickly, trapping them, moving my tongue around to make sure I could taste all of it. Then I licked my lips.

I need more.

SHLOOP, SHLOOP! went the balls, swollen like tangerines, covered in pussy-juice. Fat, juicy tangerines, full of my cum.

Mine.

Something about that made me feel good, proud almost. Proud that she’d chosen to feed on me.

“Would you still like to watch me fuck your Mommy?” She asked, grinning wickedly.

She quickly closed the distance between us, squishing her breasts against my chest, our cocks touching. She kissed me with a generous helping of tongue. “Of course you do,” she whispered. “Would you like to help me fuck my sister, Judith?”

“Yes,” I groaned, loudly. My body was on fire. My erection the center of my existence, of all sensation. “Fucking yes, please!”

“Good boy,” Aunt Jenny replied. She pushed me away playfully and sat down on my bed, feet on the floor, undoing her robe, freeing her breasts. They jiggled and wobbled almost gleefully, happy to free of the confining fabric.

She wrapped both hands around her cock, giving it a few languid strokes. I almost mimicked her motions, but then thought better of it, remembering how close I came to losing control.

“I want to give Mommy Judith,” she began, huskily, “a BIG—”

STROKE

“—FAT—”

STROKE

“—CREAM-PIE.”

STROKE

“And you gave me a lot of cum this morning, but…” She hefted one of her big balls, “I think I could use a little m—”

I lunged forward, eliciting a squeak from my Aunt, followed by sultry laughter.

“I love that my Stud Nephew is so eager to be inside me.”

I fumbled with her cock for a moment before she batted my hands away and helped me get the angle right. She brought her legs together and pointed her massive cock upwards. I straddled her legs, bent over her slightly, rested my hands on her shoulders and…

“Ooooohhhh, yyyeessssss,” she hissed as I penetrated her.

We both watched as my engorged penis was swallowed by hers. Inch-after-inch enveloped by a warm sheathe that massaged, sucked, and teased mercilessly. I couldn’t hold it in, I had no stamina. My huge cock was too oversensitive.

“Aunt Jenny, I’m gonna cum!” I yelled.

“Oh yeah, does my Big Boy Nephew wanna cum in Aunt Jenny? C’mon Stud, shoot it in me!” She growled. My balls contracted, forcing it out of—”

“Uuugghhh- wwwhhhhaaa?”

What would have been the most perfect of orgasms ever had upon this planet was cut down in it’s prime as my Aunt Jenny’s monster phallus squeezed mine. Around the base of my own cock I felt hers tighten, cutting off all that sticky goodness, preventing it from SPURT SPURT SPURTing like I wanted it too.

“You don’t get to cum. Just yet,” she purred, trailing fingertips over chiseled chest and abs, making little patterns as she went. She removed one hand from my body and used it to blow me a kiss, then winked.

SHIFT

Wuhuh? What’s going on?

Dizzy again. But this time it was different, I was falling, but not. My feet couldn’t find the floor, I kicked them ineffectually, trying to right myself. I heard a ringing in my ears and my sight was blurry. The only thing that felt familiar was Aunt Jenny’s tight grip on my manhood, but even that didn’t feel totally the same.

After a few moments my sight returned and I stared up at the underside of my Aunt’s tits.

“H- Hey!” Why does my voice sound so funny?

She peered over them, grinning down at me.

“I shrunk you down to a more manageable size so we could have some fun…You did want to help me fuck your Mom, don’t you?”

“I- I didn’t agree to this!”

“Sure you did.”

“No, I didn—”

SQUEEZE

“Uuuhhhhhhaaahhhhhhhh!”

She squeezed my cock with hers, my vision went blurry and fireworks detonated inside my head.

“I’m sorry. I can’t hear your objections over the sound of how good it feels inside me, hehe.”

Bitch.

When my vision cleared, again, I was able to get a better look at what was going on. I’d been shrunk. My body was under a foot tall and my cock- was the same size? My cock was huge, sticking out of my torso, my knees were pressed against something soft, ball-sack? Yup, that’s my ball-sack.

I was still balls-deep in Aunt Jenny’s massive dick. Now it truly was massive. My chest rested against the soft spongy head of her penis.

I’m a dildo, I thought. She turned me into a fucking dildo!

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