Custody Battle
By RR
It has been a year or so since an automobile accident took the lives of my parents. I had a rough time adjusting. Just turning 16 was bad enough. Now, I had a new home and a new guardian. The last year had been full of changes. I attended the burial of my parents. I left my old home and school and moved from Tallahassee to Miami to live with my Aunt Cathy. I had to live with my future in limbo while my Aunt Catherine and Aunt Anne struggled in court to gain custody of me.
Aunt Cathy and I knew and loved one another for years. Aunt Cathy was my favorite Aunt. My Mom’s younger sister and I were quite close and each visit she made brought new and wonderful memories. As an only child, I had no close siblings to confide in. Divorced, with no children of her own, Aunt Cathy filled the role of big sister quite well. She was about 5’8” and a 130 lbs. Her smile would always reach her warm brown eyes. Her hair was long, wavy, and shiny blond. She was never satisfied with any one particular hairdo. On one visit she would have it up and neatly pinned. On another visit she would have it permed. Once, when I was 12, she asked me how I liked her hair. I told her that I liked it long and down. Every visit afterwards she wore it that way, just for me. Her face was beautiful in a classic sense with a straight nose, beautiful smile, and startling blue eyes. It was also at 12 that I started noticing her body. She had a perfect hourglass figure with 38DD breasts. (I peeked in her lingerie drawer at 13.) Her legs were long and supple. She worked out daily aerobically and it showed. I sported my first boner watching her workout in her black leotard, and she has been the number one star of my jerk off fantasies since.
Aunt Anne, my Dad’s sister, was a different kettle of fish. Where Aunt Cathy took time to talk with me, Aunt Anne seemed to barely tolerate me. Where Aunt Cathy was fun to be with, Aunt Anne was a stick in the mud. She seemed so cold and calculating. Her rich dark brown hair was always tied into a bun at the back of her head. Her chilly blue eyes always seemed to glare out her disapproval of me from behind her wire rim glasses. She was beautiful in her own way, tanned, tall, and slender, about 5’10”, with a 34C bust. (I peeked into her suitcase at 13 as well.) I was under no illusion that what she really wanted was not so much custody of me, but of the ½ million dollar estate my parents left behind.
Aunt Cathy and I were thrilled when she was awarded custody of me. It was what my parents wished, but I still remember Aunt Anne hiss at Aunt Cathy that it wasn’t over yet. We didn’t care. We bought a new ranch style house in a semi-secluded location with all the amenities, including a jacuzzi and pool. We plowed the rest into a series of investments. I started at a new school. And got on with the business of living. The greatest change however, occurred just before my 17th birthday.
Aunt Cathy tried to carry on with her normal life as if she didn’t have a teen in the house. She still ran her real estate business, making a goodly wage. She would still go out of Fridays and “party like it was 1999.” I helped out with the chores, but having a nearly grown teen in the house cramped her style a bit.
One Friday evening, a cab dropped her off. She was more than a little tipsy. I met her at the door. I helped her navigate to the living room couch, sat with her as she poured out the details of a disastrous date with the bastard she was out with that night. I comforted her as best as possible and one thing lead to another. Next thing I knew I was nude, flat on my back on the couch, with my nude, busty, blonde, beautiful Aunt riding my cock. My fantasies hadn’t even come close.
Of course by the next morning, she was ashamed and mortified at what happened. It took two weeks of kind words, warm touching, and gentle seduction to get past my Aunt’s guilt and into to her bed. Within 2 weeks after that, I had moved out of my bed and into hers. And we both couldn’t have been happier. We didn’t keep the action confined to the bed or bedroom for that matter. I had her in the shower, the kitchen, the living room and den. Hell, I had her in the laundry room, bent over the washer as it went through its spin cycle. I even had her out back beside and inside the pool. That is where we slipped up. I remember that day quite clearly.
I had just turned 17 and school was out all summer. I got up early, had breakfast, kissed my Aunt goodbye and walked to the market for a few things she wanted. After a half-hour, I was back. I entered an empty house. I opened my mouth to announce my presence when I caught the sound of music coming from the backyard. I made my way though the dining room into the kitchen and looked out the back kitchen window. There she was, stretched out on her stomach on the grass atop a white beach towel. Her little radio beside her. Her black string bikini top was untied, the thongs lying on the white towel. Her bikini bottom was little more than dental floss. Her expanse of nearly nude golden brown skin hardened me immediately. I took the single bag of groceries I had and stuffed whole thing into the top shelf of the fridge. Then I pulled off my shoes and socks, pulled off my white polo shirt, pulled off my red running shorts and underwear. Then I slipped on my running shorts. I got 2 tall glasses of ice water and walked out into the backyard to join her.
Coming up quietly beside her, I dropped to my knees and said, “hi.”
“Hi Rod.” She smiled back. Her smile grew wider as she caught sight of the glass of ice water I held out to her.
“Thank you sweetie.” She said as she turned on her side took the glass and with her eyes never leaving mine, drank. I followed to course of the water as it passed her moist full lips, watched the motion of her tanned swan-like throat as she swallowed, my eyes dropped to her large full breasts as they swayed with the actions of her drinking. Finished she held out the glass now only filled with ice.
Taking it from her, and placing it on the grass beside me, I then asked, “Anything else I can do for you Aunt Cathy?’’
“Would you mind rubbing some tanning lotion on my back, Rod?” She asked, holding up a bottle of tanning oil.
Mind? Its what I was hoping for. I knew for certain that within the next few minutes that I was going to be buried deeply within my Aunt. My cock, if anything, got even harder. “Not at all.” I smiled as I took the bottle from her hand.
Smiling at me in return, she laid face down on the towel, took a deep breath, and relaxed. I dripped a goodly amount of tanning oil between her shoulderblades. She shuttered a bit at the contact of the cool lotion on her back. I put the bottle down, and started rubbing the lotion deep into her flesh. Using long firm strokes, I covered her back with lotion as well as soothing her tense muscles.
“Mmmmmmm,” she purred. “That’s heavenly”.
“You’re tense”. I noted. As I rubbed the lotion from high on her right thigh down to red painted toenails.
“It’s that bitch, your Aunt Anne.”
“So what is she up to now?”
“She hasn’t stopped her efforts to get custody of you. She has filed yet another motion.”
“Well, she won’t get custody of me will she?” I started my way up from her left foot to the top of her left thigh.
“Not if I can help it sweetie.” She groaned and spread her legs as I stroked her buttocks and cxnt under the thong.
“You would think that a lawyer would know when to quit.” I groused as I untied her thong bottom and pushed the scrap of cloth away.
“Sweetie, I don’t want to talk about that bitch anymore.” My aunt moaned, as I moved back to shuck my shorts.
“Neither do I.” I said as I lay my full naked body upon her. I lay my fully erect 9” onto the crack of her round firm ass and pressed. I hissed in pleasure as she started to rub that delightful ass against my straining cock. I reached my left hand up and gently pulled her face to the side. Then I brought my lips to hers and gave her a kiss that scorched me as much as it did her.
“Now!” She gasped. “Do me now!”
Bracing myself with my left arm, I reached under to my wanton aunt’s belly with my right hand and pulled her up to her hands and knees. Frantically, she reached back between her legs and groped until she found my cock. With a moan of encouragement, she set my prick at the entrance of her pussy and suddenly I was in. I hissed at the sudden sensation of her moist warm cxnt around my cock. I gritted my teeth and froze, not daring to move until I could get a measure of control. I didn’t want this to end too soon. A few seconds later, my breathing slowed, the trembling stopped, and I found that I could start fucking my Aunt Cathy without immediately blowing my wad.
I reached beneath my well-oiled aunt with my right hand and cupped her bountiful right breast. I rolled her erect nipple between my fingers, eliciting a little squeal and causing her thrust her self-back rhythmically against the cock I had in her. Damn I was getting close, but knowing my sexy Aunt so was she. So I grasped her with both hands on her hips and started thrusting in earnest. With each thrust I gave her she gave a breathy little grunt. Soon sweat and oil mixed into a silvery sheen that coated her from head to toe. Her dangling breasts shook every time I deeply thrust into her. I too was coated with sweat from my exertions, but we didn’t care. The scent of her arousal mixed with the scent of oil and our sweat. The sound of her grunts combined with my moans and the rhythmic slapping sound I made against her buttocks as I fucked her faster and faster. I felt as if the inside of my cock was boiling from the friction of fucking my hot aunt. Our breathing became ragged, as did our motions as we came to the point of no return. Suddenly my Aunt collapsed. Her arms folded beneath her and her ass was left up in the air. She suddenly snaked out an arm, stuffed a corner of a beach towel into her mouth, and bit down to muffle her wail as she came. As she clamped down on my cock with her pussy, I exploded. I gritted my teeth to stifle the yell that was forcing its way out of my throat. My back arched and I found myself frozen like a statue as I emptied myself into her womb.
We collapsed bonelessly upon the beach towel as we struggled to catch our breath. Later after we recovered we would take a dip into the pool to cool off. We would wrestle and have a splash fight that would end up with my Aunt and I fucking like fishes. But it would not be until a week later that we would find out that our encounter on the beach towel had become a Kodak moment.
One Week Later…
I awoke to the sound of the doorbell. Reaching out for my Aunt Catherine, I encountered only empty bed. Groaning my disappointment, I lay back down a cast my blurry gaze toward the electric alarm clock on the nightstand next to me. 7:24, who would be calling at such an early hour? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and was drifting off when I heard my Aunt Cathy suddenly yell “Get out of here bitch, before I fuck you up for life!”
A scornful chuckle answered her. I sat bolt upright as I heard my Aunt Anne’s mocking answer. “Before you toss me out, I strongly suggest you look at these. I like that one, and this one as well, but this one, the one where you are incestuously fucking your nephew in the backyard like the bitch in heat that you are is my favorite.”
There was a sudden “crack”, a scream of pain and rage, and then came more screams and other sounds of conflict. I sprang nude from Cathy’s and my bed, snagged my red terrycloth robe from the foot of my bed in passing, and ran for the living room. I had just settled the robe about my shoulders and tied the belt when I burst into the living room and froze at the sight before me.
The immaculate livingroom was largely intact. Across the living room about 20’ was a fireplace that was hardly ever used. The old fashioned, dark brown wooden clock showed about 7:25. The right hand side of the room opened into the dining room. The left-hand side of the room extended out 20 feet toward the front of the house. To the left of the fireplace was a comfortable rocker. On the left side of the room was a large picture window, it blue drapes thankfully closed. In front of the window was a large brown leather couch with a coffee table in front of it and end tables and lamp to either side of it. A matching loveseat stood at a right angle to the couch, making a little corridor between it and the wall where people walked though to enter in the house through the front door. The floor in that section of the living room was littered with what looked to be photographs. My attention was drawn to the front door and the two women struggling against it. The sight gave me an instant boner.
Aunt Cathy squealed as Aunt Anne pulled her hair back by the roots. I saw that Aunt Anne was also hurting from Aunt Cathy’s hands in her hair. Aunt Cathy had Aunt Anne pinned against the front door as each did their level best to pull their enemy’s hair out by the roots. I noticed that Aunt Anne was dressed for the expected heat of the day in a white, halter top sundress. On the floor by the door was a matching purse that she dropped and matching sandals that she had kicked off before I came in. Aunt Cathy was only in her short red silk robe, which was belted at the waist. Aunt Cathy suddenly pulled her right hand out of her foes hair and suddenly slapped Aunt Anne hard across the face whipping Aunt Anne’s face to the side. Aunt Cathy’s returning backhand sent Aunt Anne’s glasses flying. Aunt Anne responded with a sudden spin that forced Aunt Cathy into the wall, hard. The impact rattled Aunt Cathy’s teeth and loosened her grip upon Aunt Anne’s hair. Aunt Anne spun again and tossed Aunt Cathy away from her. Aunt Cathy screamed as she hit the back of the loveseat and went over it to crash on the other side.
Any thought I had in stopping the fight died as I saw Aunt Anne start around the couch after Aunt Cathy. Her hair was down in a wild tangle past her shoulders. Blue eyes, normally cold, blazed with anger. Her teeth showed in an almost a feral grin. A glance to Aunt Cathy showed that she was rising. Her eyes also were blazing in anger. Her grin matched her foe’s as she waited for Aunt Anne to come around the loveseat. I knew both of these women hated one another for years and now they are finally going to have it out.
Aunt Anne came around the loveseat and in her eagerness to get at Aunt Cathy, walked right into a slap. It hardly slowed her down as she responded with a roundhouse right that caught Aunt Cathy with a glancing blow to the jaw.
Wiping the back of her hand across her mouth, Aunt Cathy snarled “So that is how you want it, eh?” And launched a wild punch of her own. Both of them stood toe to toe slugging it out. Although they missed more than they hit, both succeeded in landing some punishing blows. I remember Aunt Anne catching a straight punch that bloodied her nose. She responded by grasping Aunt Cathy’s hair with her left hand, then pull Aunt Cathy down and forward by that hair and start to rain blows onto Aunt Cathy’s head. Suddenly, Aunt Cathy, who was reeling from a punch that would leave a shiner, latched onto the top of Aunt Anne’s dress to keep on her feet. As Aunt Anne struggled to free herself from her foe’s grip, the dress tore. With a great tearing sound, the front of the dress gave way, then the halter snapped, stripping Aunt Anne to the waist and leaving her beautiful breasts bare. What remained of Aunt Anne’s sundress then slid down to entangle her legs, leaving her in just a white pair of panties. Now it was Aunt Anne’s turn to grab on to something to keep her feet. Aunt Cathy’s flimsy, red silk robe was never built to take that kind of stress. As Aunt Anne fell, she took Aunt Cathy’s robe with her, leaving Aunt Cathy gloriously nude.
Although staggered, Aunt Cathy was still game. She simply fell on to her prone opponent and continued the fight on the carpet.
The punches basically stopped as both women grappled savagely on the carpet. Aunt Cathy had two fists full of brunette hair, which she used to enthusiastically dribble Aunt Anne’s head on the carpet. That stopped when Aunt Anne dug her long, red painted nails into Aunt Cathy’s impressive breasts and twisted. Aunt Cathy’s shriek echoed through out the room as tears of anguish started to form. Aunt Cathy’s hand reached almost blindly for a heavy brass ashtray on the coffee table nearby.
Not wanting weapons to be added to this fight, I made a desperate lunge and snagged it before Aunt Cathy could grasp it. Thwarted, she retaliated by grabbing and mauling Aunt Anne’s tits in return. Both women were doing their up most to ruin the other. Aunt Anne thrust and bucked her hips to get Aunt Cathy off of her, but had no luck. That was until she suddenly reached a hand down and pulled out a tuft of Aunt Cathy’s pussy hair.
“Bitch!” Aunt Cathy screamed in surprise as Aunt Anne bucked her off. Both were now rolling on the carpet, delivering a punch here, a scratch there, until they stopped. Side by side, hands tangled in one another’s hair, both glared at one another as oxygen starved bodies tried to get as much air as they could. Now would be a good time to stop the fight. I started to close with the tired combatants when my eyes fell upon one of the photos littering the carpet. Not believing what I saw, I picked it up for a closer look.
It was a photo of Aunt Cathy and I in the pool, fucking like fish. I picked up another one. This one showed me rubbing suntan lotion on my Aunt Cathy. Oh hell, Aunt Anne stooped to blackmail. No wonder those two are at each other’s throats. Another thought came on the heels of the first, no matter who won both Aunt Cathy and I was screwed. I wanted to stay with Aunt Cathy, but if Aunt Anne had her way Aunt Cathy would be jailed for incest as well as assault and battery. I staggered to the love seat and sat down, looking on at my two battling aunts as I tried to figure a way out of this mess.
Round two of the battle started as Aunt Cathy suddenly removed her hand from Aunt Anne’s hair, reached down, and ripped the panties from her foe. Aunt Anne tried to seize her foe’s wrist, but Aunt Cathy was too quick. Aunt Anne screamed as a fist full cxnt hair was ripped from her. Aunt Anne launched a slap that stung Aunt Cathy immobile. She then put her foot to Aunt Cathy’s chest and pushed her away, up setting the coffee table.
Both tried to get to her feet but only made it as far as her knees before they locked up again. Both grabbed the other’s hair and tried to rip it out by the roots. Tears of pain freely flowed as both yanked and twisted her opponent’s head back and forth. Suddenly Aunt Cathy wailed in anguish as Aunt Anne latched her teeth into a perfect shoulder and chewed. Gritting her teeth against the pain, Aunt Cathy pulled Aunt Anne’s head away from her by the hair, and slugged Aunt Anne in the mouth. Aunt Anne knelt there stunned, and although she could see the next one coming, she couldn’t defend against it. The next punch to her face laid her flat on her back. Aunt Anne lay there with a puzzled expression on her face and couldn’t do a thing as Aunt Cathy straddled her face and pinned her shoulders.
“Come on slut!” Aunt Cathy snarled. “Kiss it and make it better!”
Any comment Aunt Anne could make came out muffled as Aunt Cathy ground her pussy onto Aunt Anne’s face. Her attempts to escape ended quite quickly when Aunt Cathy reached back and ripped out another fist full of pussy hair. Aunt Cathy then grasped two hands full of hair and pulled Aunt Anne’s head deeper into her crotch. Aunt Cathy threw me a victorious smile and said, “She doing it! The beaten lezzie slut is licking her better!” Turning her attention back to her ride, Aunt Cathy worked to get her orgasm.
I on the other hand was inspired. I had thought of a way out of this mess. I got off the couch and moved as quickly to the den as my rock hard boner would permit. I went immediately to what I needed. A quick check showed that it was loaded and that the battery was charged. I rushed back and saw that Aunt Anne was still eating out Aunt Cathy. Good. I quickly set it up and after a final check, shucked my robe. Completely nude, I then joined the action on the floor.
I placed my hands on Aunt Anne’s ankles and slowly slid them up her legs, spreading them as I went. They parted easily. Then I bent down and sniffed and gave a tentative lick. Aunt Anne was ready. She was hot, wet and slick. She tried to close her knees but I was ready. I plunged my tongue deep within her and went to town.
Aunt Cathy gasped as Aunt Anne went from beaten captive to willing participant. Her body broke out into a faint sheen of sweat as her breathing and movements became erratic. I continued my assault on Aunt Anne’s pussy, using every trick Aunt Cathy taught me. Aunt Anne responded magnificently, moving her hip to meet each thrust of my tongue. Both women were close. Both moaned and cried as their orgasms approached. Aunt Cathy suddenly yelped and came, shaking with the force of her cum. She got off almost immediately and turned to watch me lick her foe.
Aunt Anne reached down and pressed my head deeper into her twat. I happily complied and kept licking her closer and closer to her come. However, I had other plans. Suddenly, I pulled my mouth from her and crawled up her body. Aunt Anne’s moan of disappointment turned into a gasp as I plunged my prick deeply into her heat. Looking up at me in shock and disbelief, she opened her mouth only to have me seal it shut with a searing kiss. At first she stiffened, then, as she tasted herself on her lips, she relaxed, wrapped her arms and legs about me and deepened the kiss. I then proceeded to rock her world. Our hips slapped as I thrust deep and hard into her. She was so primed that within 30 seconds, she came hard. Arms, legs, and pussy suddenly imprisoned me as she clamped down. Her voice became a squeal as she came. I was so close but determined not to come yet. There was one more thing that needed to be done.
Her breathing slowed and her grip loosened, but I wasn’t finished. I showed her that by flexing my still rock hard cock. She responded with a little shiver and sigh of pleasure. Meeting her gaze, I gave her an order, “Turn over.”
She swallowed, nodded, and did so as I withdrew. When she was on her hands and knees I reentered her. Her gasp of pleasure matched mine as I entered her again from behind. Both of us started breathing heavy as I grasped a hold of her hips and speeded up.
Looking up I spied Aunt Cathy on the couch looking at us with devastated eyes. I could not stop what I was doing even though I hurt so much to see her tears. So I made a furtive gesture. It took a couple of times, but when Aunt Cathy spotted the video camera recording all for posterity, she broke out into a radiant smile.
Turning my attention back to Aunt Anne, I reached under her and grasped a perfectly formed breast and played with the nipple. Aunt Anne squealed and if anything became more frenzied in her movement. I pounded her hard. With each thrust we got closer and closer. Sweat poured from the both of us as our movements faltered. Aunt Anne then went belly down to the floor as we continued to fuck. Suddenly she stiffened and cried out as she came. I was right behind her, hissing through gritted teeth as I came deeply within my hot Aunt Anne.
The poor thing was all tuckered out. Aunt Cathy wanted to toss her out naked into the street. I prevailed upon my Aunt Cathy to try things my way. If Aunt Anne got uppity, then we could pull the rug out from under her. It would be much more fun to do it this way. I convinced Aunt Cathy that this was the way to go. So I picked up my sleeping Aunt Anne and carried her to my old room. As I carried her she sighed and snuggled deeper into me. We tucked her in, left my robe for her, and quietly closed the door. We had much to do before she woke.
When the door to my old room opened, we were set. I patched up Aunt Cathy and had captured a set of images from the videotape using my computer. I dressed in only green running shorts. We had even eaten breakfast in the time Aunt Anne was out. Both of us sat on the couch checking out the stills as Aunt Anne came shuffling into the livingroom wearing my red robe. It fit her not well at all. The sleeves went all the way down to her wrists and she had to step carefully to keep from tripping on it. Her hair was a tangle and she bore marks of the conflict, but she looked quite beautiful. The fight had also marked Aunt Cathy. She was dressed only in a light blue housedress. However, she was shuffling the photos I printed out for her.
Upon seeing Aunt Anne enter, I rose and headed for the kitchen. I asked, “Coffee, Aunt Anne?”
She shook her head in response and said, “Go head and pack your things, were leaving.”
I turned and walked right up to her. Looking into her eyes, I saw that they were warmer than usual. The dollar signs were still there, but something else was too. I bit back an angry retort and gently answered, “No, Aunt Anne. I’m staying here.”
Aunt Anne drew a breath to reply when Aunt Cathy broke in. “Rod darling, which do you like better, the one where I facesitting on this beaten bitch or the one where you are incestuously fucking your aunt in the livingroom like the bitch in heat that she is?"
Aunt Anne went white as Aunt Cathy proudly showed the photo of me fucking Aunt Anne doggy style. Aunt Cathy’s smile was sweet but her voice was steel as she flatly said, “Rod is staying with me.”
Aunt Anne stared, then swallowed, then shivered as she considered this new development. Then she seemed to come to a decision. She slowly untied the belt of my robe and let it slide off her shoulders to settle into a puddle at the back of her feet. She was gloriously nude in spite of her scratches and bruises. She slinked up to me and snaked her hand down my shorts to cup my rapidly stiffening cock. Then she said, “Rod, maybe you should come visit me for a couple of weeks. Just to see how you would like it.”
Aunt Cathy dropped the photos, got off the couch, and came around the coffee table. “Get your fucking hands off of him!” She snarled.
“Make me!” Aunt Anne hissed back.
Aunt Cathy charged but Aunt Anne was ready for her. She bent under Aunt Cathy’s out stretched arms, rammed her shoulder into Aunt Cathy’s gut, and tackled her to the floor. Then they were at it again. I stood there holding my stiff dick waiting for a lull in the action. Maybe they can hammer out their differences. I winced as each raised a shriek of agony from the other. Or maybe not.
