I was at a loose end; Mum wasn't really talking to me after the events of the past weekend; in her eyes, I went too far. Having three mates come around and shag her stupid; perhaps not the best thing I have ever done. In front of Dad, Mum was just the same as usual. When Dad wasn't around, she was reserved; answers were a simple yes or no. There was no conversation. She would rather not stay in the same room as me.

There were none of her knickers in the laundry basket; I guessed she was keeping them back somewhere and washing them when I wasn't around. I couldn't get any of her knickers to sniff while I was wanking. She had even been in my room and taken back the one pair I had. Yeah, she was really doing a number on me.

I was struggling to know what to do; perhaps Dad's older sister, Aunt Maureen, could help. Maureen was a bit older than Dad, so probably over twenty-five years older than me. She had three daughters, Amelia, Bianca, and Cleopatra, all a little older than me. Maureen had Amelia when she was sixteen and had married Uncle Jack just after her seventeenth birthday. Bianca and Cleopatra arrived soon after.

Uncle Jack hung around for a few years. I remember meeting him, but then he vanished. Mum and the girls survived on benefits and lived in supported housing just on the other side of town. It was only one bus ride away, but it was a long one, over an hour, boring or what? I decided that I would have to give it a try on Saturday.

I managed to get a look at Mum's phone while she was on the loo, and I found Maureen's mobile number. I added it to my phone and thought long and hard about the text I needed to send.

'Aunty M, can I come and see you sat morning. Need advice, have screwed up with mum. Xx Mik.'

I had no idea if that would elicit a response; apparently, Aunt Maureen didn't really get on with the family. I suppose they hadn't been as much help to her as she needed. We had seen her a few times. I remember that Bianca, her middle daughter, had huge boobs. She had let me grab a feel on her seventeenth birthday, but family kept milling around, and I never managed to get more than a quick feel of tit flesh.

'Of course, Mik, come when you like' was the response I got.

The buses were on the Saturday schedule, every half an hour rather than the usual fifteen minutes on weekdays. Luckily, a bus arrived just after I got to the bus stop, and it was a double-decker. We usually got single deckers at the weekend. I was sat on one of the sideways seats downstairs.

A woman was sitting opposite, perhaps a little younger than Mum. Her blouse was a bit too tight over her boobs. I didn't mind that, of course, nor did I object to the occasional flashes of white knickers that were tightly stretched across her fanny. I am not stupid, and rather than stare at her tits or fanny, I used the camera on my phone. To all intents and purposes, I was just looking at my phone, while in reality, I was recording some wanking material for later.

Eventually, the bus arrived at Aunt Maureen's stop. As I got off, the woman opposite smiled at me. I wonder if she realised what I was doing. It was about a five-minute walk to Aunt Maureen's, and just as I arrived at her front door, the rain started. I stood in her little porch waiting for the door to open.

"Come in, come in," Aunt Maureen gushed as she opened the door. "Let me look at you, you are so grown up."

I stepped in and skirted past her. My dick was, of course, rock hard, and I didn't want to brush it against her. She was wearing a strappy top and a short skirt. That didn't help the dick situation; from what I could see, there was no bra. I could only guess about the knickers.

"Come on, give me a hug," she said, coming at me, her arms outstretched. I tried to flex my hips backward, but it was a waste of time. She crushed herself against me, and my hard dick pressed against her. I felt her pushing back with her pelvis. She knew; I could tell that she knew.

"Do you want a drink?"

"I'm alright for now, Auntie," I said.

"Oh, goodness, stop with the Auntie; I am Maureen, or 'Reen'."

"Okay, Reen, yes."

"Let's sit in the lounge, and you can tell me what you have done to upset my sister-in-law Mica."

I sat on the sofa, and she sat next to me. From my position next to her, I could see down her top. Her nipples on view did not help the bulge in my trousers.

"Right, what have you done? Were you naughty?"

"I don't know where to begin, Reen, and I suppose I was naughty."

She leaned back and laughed, her nipples straining at the fabric of her top. "Go on, tell me, did you shag her?"

How the hell could she know? "Er, sort of."

"Sort of? How do you mean sort of?"

"Well, yes, I did, but that isn't what I did to upset her."

She turned in the seat and fixed me in her gaze. "Okay, tell me, what did you do?"

I took a deep breath and looked her in the eyes. "I invited some friends to join in."

Maureen took in a sharp breath and then leaned back, her nipples once more on view, my dick straining at my zip. "You invited some friends to join in? Jesus, Mik, how many?"

"There were four of us."

"All at the same time? Shagging her all at the same time?"

"Yes." I paused and then continued. "Her fanny, her arse, her mouth, and her hand."

"My God, Mik. Well, and Mica was up for it?"

"Well, I thought that she was."

"But you didn't get an explicit okay? "I guess you put her in an awkward position, didn't you?"

"Kind of, yes."

"Let me think."

She was leaning back again, her nipples pressing hard at her top. My dick was twitching in my trousers. I felt conflicted. I was horny as hell, but at the same time, I was explaining how I screwed up. I needed help in sorting it, not in fucking my aunt.

She looked down at my crotch. "It looks like someone needs some relief."

"I am sorry, Reen."

"Why be sorry? Purely natural response."

I was quiet. I had no idea where the conversation was going. Maureen stood up and then faced me. She put her hands at the waist of her top, and in one quick movement, she pulled her top up and off. I was staring at her naked tits. My dick lurched even more.

"Well?" she said.

"Gorgeous." I didn't know what else to say.

"Your turn."

"Oh." I stood up and pulled my top off.

"Okay," she said, "I was hoping for something more interesting." She undid a button at the side of her skirt and then undid a zip. Her skirt fell to the floor. She was wearing small knickers that barely covered her fanny. Her crease was visible as a small dark line, with her knickers material slightly pressed into it.

I undid my trousers and let them fall. I stepped out of them. My dick was straining almost obscenely at my underpants.

"Let's go upstairs, and you can show me how much you know," Maureen said as she pulled her knickers down, stepped out of them, and was gone. I had managed to get a quick look; she was shaved just like Mum. I pushed my underpants down and followed her.

As I walked into her bedroom, she was bent over the bed, pulling the quilt back. Her fanny lips were visible between her legs as my dick felt like it grew an extra inch. Her room was a bit of a shambles, nothing like as tidy as my parents' room. Odd clothes dropped or draped here and there. She turned to face me.

"Oh my," she said, "that does look like a nice dick."

She moved back, sat on the edge of the bed, and swung her legs around so that she was lying full length on the bed. Her legs were apart, and her arms splayed out at the side. She reminded me of a starfish.

"You are bloody gorgeous," I said. I wasn't sure how to start. I mean, I don't suppose I was supposed to just walk over there and shove my dick in her fanny.

"Come over here, and don't just shove it in; show me what you know. A girl has to be warmed up. I bet you didn't do that with Mica."

She was right; looking back, I didn't. I shoved my dick in her in the kitchen, and then I pretty much did the same in the lounge. I got on the bed and leaned over her face and gently kissed Maureen's lips. I was pretty much in uncharted territory. Maureen placed a hand behind my neck and pulled me close while kissing me back. Her tongue pushed at my lips, and as my mouth opened, her tongue pressed inside.

I pushed back, our tongues sort of wrestling in our mouths. Her other hand was on my back, and she was rubbing and kneading my skin with her fingers. As I was kissing her, my body was relaxing, and my dick was pressing at her side. I took my spare hand, and as gently as I could, I held her right tit in my hand, gently squeezing her nipple.

"Now is when you go south," Maureen said into my mouth. At first, I had no idea what she meant, and then I thought perhaps she meant I moved down to her fanny. I began to slide down the bed. At her breasts, I kissed first one nipple and then the other, my hand sliding in her crease. God, she was wet. I was taken aback; Mum got wet, but never this wet.

I kept going down, and then my mouth was at her fanny. I changed my position so that I was between her legs. I leaned forward and slowly ran my tongue between the lips of her fanny. My wet tongue and her wet fanny lips made for a very soggy passage. Her taste was sublime, different from Mum's, more floral. My tongue brushed her nubbin, and her whole body tensed, and she gasped.

"Oh, good boy," she murmured.

I pressed my tongue on her nubbin, and then I pulled it away. As I pulled my tongue away, my fingers circled her entrance, feeling the folds of skin move as I gently pressed in. Slowly, I penetrated her fanny, deeper and deeper. As I pressed in, I widened my fingers, stretching her fanny walls apart.

I dipped back to her nubbin and nipped it between my teeth, gripping it, pulling it, and then letting go. My fingers were moving in and out, my fingernails running over the bumps and ripples in her fanny. Maureen was writhing beneath me; it seems I was getting her ready. I decided it was time. I pulled away, my fingers leaving her fanny with a gurgle.

"Roll over," I said, using my hands to encourage her to move. As she rolled onto her front, I pulled her legs back into a half-kneeling position. I knelt between her legs, and using my hand, I wiped my dick up and down her arse crack before lining up with her fanny. I pushed slowly, no hurry. Inch by slow inch, I filled her fanny until my balls were pressing at her crack and the end of my dick was pushed hard against her depth.

"God almighty," Maureen gasped.

I eased back until my dick was back through her opening and at her entrance. Her arse crinkled and puckered as if it were winking. My desires took over, and any semblance of trying to please her was gone. I thrust in fast and hard, my stomach cracking loudly against her buttocks, Maureen gasping as I reached full depth.

"Oh, Jesus," she cried out.

Back, almost out, and then hard and fast in. I was shagging her as hard as I could; my desires had taken over. I needed to fill her fanny. The slaps of my shagging ran around her bedroom, her grunts and gasps joining in. Her bedroom window was open. I didn't care; let anyone hear for all it mattered. Maureen was getting royally shagged.

She was mumbling, her fingers were clutching at the bedding, and my balls were swinging wildly beneath her. Her buttocks were getting pink as I slapped into them harder and harder. My balls were beginning to tighten, and I felt a pinching deep in my root. Pleasure coursed around my body, and I slammed into her harder than before.

My balls emptied, and with a roar, I filled her fanny, pulling back and pushing in, each push another spurt of my spunk. I was spent; my balls were as empty as her fanny was full. Maureen was shrieking, bucking in front of me. Her fanny squeezed my dick tight, then expelled it. My dick fell from her fanny, followed by a big dollop of my white spunk, which dripped down onto her bedding.

I rolled over and lay next to her. Maureen was rocking, her mouth opening and closing, her eyes staring. She slowly stopped moving, and after a moment, she rolled over and lay by my side. She said nothing, just looked at me.

After a few moments of her chest heaving, she seemed to settle.

"Okay," she said, a statement, not a question. "Okay, well, you obviously know how to fuck. You did that with Mica?"

"Well, er, yes, I suppose I did. I mean, you and I shagged, Mum and I shagged. A shag is a shag."

"Oh, no, Mik, a shag is definitely not a shag. I haven't been fucked like that in a long time."

She looked down at my dick, which was beginning to rise again; it had rested enough. She reached across and gripped it tightly; my dick finished hardening in an instant.

"You're ready again." A statement: yes, I was.

She bent forward and licked my dick, smearing the white residue of my spunk around my dick. She opened her mouth and took my dick deep inside. I pushed up with my hips, my dick passing her tonsils and through her throat. I only just fitted down her throat; she was tight, squeezing my shaft as it pushed inside her. I felt her throat constrict, and she gurgled.

I pulled back, and as she gasped for air, I thrust again and began fucking her throat. I thrust in after every gasp of air, Maureen's fingers digging into my thigh and stomach as I moved. Her mouth was hot, much hotter than her fanny, and her throat was tighter. I was not in control, and I began to move faster and press deeper into her throat. Her gasps for air were shorter as I fucked harder and faster.

My balls twitched, and I roared, spunk shooting deep into her throat, disappearing to fill her stomach. I stopped; I was done. She eased back and looked at me again.

"God," she croaked, "you are like an animal. That was primaeval."

I didn't say anything. Perhaps I was taking out my frustrations with Mum on Maureen; I had no idea, I just knew I wanted to fuck, and she was here and willing. Maureen sat up.

"Come on, downstairs. We need to talk, and the girls will be home soon, and I don't want them to see me fucking their cousin."

I used her bathroom to clean up and then got dressed and went down to the kitchen. Maureen had made mugs of tea. I picked one up and followed her to the lounge. She sat in the single armchair; I sat on the sofa opposite her.

"Well, you know what you are doing, that is for sure."

"I guess," I answered, "but practice makes perfect."

"What have you tried with your mum?"

"To make things better?"

"Yes."

"I tried apologising; she won't accept it. She is fine to me when Dad is around, but as soon as he isn't, she basically ignores me."

"Okay, understandable. This is what you need to do. Some of it will appear not to work, but you won't know for sure; some of it is subliminal."

"Okay."

"If you see that she is sitting somewhere quietly, don't say anything to her; simply go and make her a cup of tea, take it through, and put it next to her. Do not try and say anything; let the cup of tea speak for itself."

"Okay, are you sure I shouldn't speak?"

"Positive. Secondly, keep your bedroom tidy and fresh-smelling. Open the windows to let air through. I am not suggesting that you clean or vacuum, but I am saying you need to make it visibly tidier. She will notice that. Again, don't say anything."

"Er, okay."

"Next, do not ever bring any of those boys back to your house. Ever."

"Okay, I guess I can see that one."

"Yes, they have bad associations."

"Do you have a girlfriend, or anyone that could pass as a girlfriend?"

"Not currently."

"Okay, when you do get one, spend time in the family rooms, around your parents. And when you go for intimacy in your bedroom, ensure your door is shut and try to be quiet; don't let anyone listening hear what you are doing."

"Oh?"

"It is called acting normal. People are usually introverted when it comes to their sex life; they don't broadcast it."

"Oh, okay."

"Don't pretend that nothing happened; you and Mica both know that it did. Just try to move forwards. Help your Mum in less obvious ways. Put stuff away, clear the table, load the dishwasher, and put your dirty clothes in the laundry. And when you do these things, don't make a song and dance about it, just do it."

"Okay."

"And make sure that you get the earlier bus when you come back next...