Date: Wed, 03 Feb 2021 18:12:19 +0000 From: Incarefree Subject: Playing with the nephew part 3 Playing with the Nephew (MFb 11) Chapter 3 by Jay F. Mugs Thank you for reading my story...If you would like to comment to me directly, you can find me at incarefree on Wickr and incarefree at protonmail.com...as always, if you object to sex with minors, please go somewhere else. And, as always, please support Nifty and all the fine work that this site publishes! **** Chapter 3 Jimmy and I walked back into the house. Carey was already up and working on supper in the kitchen. She had changed out of her bikini and into a more modest sundress-type wrap, which was still revealing but nothing like the little suit she'd had on earlier in the day. She kissed Jimmy on the head as he walked past her. "If you want anything to drink, you know where to look," she said to him, "but don't get any snacks because dinner will be ready in an hour." "Hello," I said. "Can I have a snack?" I asked as I reached around her backside and pinched her behind. "Not if you're going to injure the chef, you can't," she replied indignantly. "Did you have a good nap?" I asked. "No," she said, "but that's okay, I wanted to give you two some time together." And then she lowered her voice. "You seemed to take advantage of it." My eyebrows shot up. "Us?" I said in mock exasperation, holding my hands up in surrender, "we just splashed around." "Uh huh," she said, looking at me sideways, "those plants don't hide as much as you think." I couldn't hide my smile any longer. "Yeah, we needed to get a little relief after you left two guys high and dry," I teased. "You look like you did okay for yourselves," she responded, "Yes?" I nodded in agreement, looking toward the living room and the television, where Jimmy was sitting on the couch. "I think we've all surprised ourselves this week," turning to Carey, "don't you?" Carey giggled. "Um, yes," she said, "I'd have to say that's a yes so far." I smiled back at her. She was so relaxed and comfortable. Women who reach that milestone somewhere around thirty and find some comfort about their bodies and their sexuality are just beyond erotic description. Carey was definitely joining that group. Dinner was great. We ate outside again as the afternoon heat had lessened but the evening chill hadn't set in yet. Jimmy was a nice third wheel to have around. He would jump in to the conversation and make comments at appropriate times. We tried to include him and not talk about his parents or any other family members. Both Carey and I were curious about school and what it was like to be in elementary school in this new age when books are all digital and the internet plays such a pivotal role in education. Blah, blah, blah, that was largely the talk around dinner. Jimmy had started out so quiet, but he was beginning to open up and talk more. Maybe the events of the last 24 hours had something to do with it, maybe he was just getting used to us. Whatever the reason, we were all more comfortable with one another. It was an easy going summer evening and after hanging out by the pool into the twilight, we decided that a good movie would be a nice way to end the day. We asked Jimmy to pick something and we all watched together. The movie wasn't a long one, but it was still after ten when it ended. All of us were beat after a day in the sunshine. Jimmy didn't complain when we suggested it was time for bed. He went to the guest room and closed the door. Carey and I walked around the living room, picking up cups and various things that had piled up during the day, taking them back into the kitchen. I went back and turned out the lights in the living room. When I returned to the kitchen, she was standing over the sink with the water running, just looking at me. She had kind of a crooked smile on her face. "You really didn't know I could see you from here, did you?" she asked, looking outside toward the dark pool. I followed her gaze and realized that from just this spot, she had an unobstructed view of both Jimmy and me, one in the water and one on the pool's edge. I moved around behind her as she kept looking out into the darkness. "You can still see us, can't you?" I whispered in her ear. She didn't say a word, just nodded her head. Her gaze was set at the corner of the pool, and I knew that she was reliving the view she'd had this afternoon. She was replaying the lewd scene again. I slid my hand inside the dress wrap and found her cunt among the folds. She wasn't wearing any underwear, the little minx, and her pussy was burning hot and wet. I pushed one finger in and her only response was to widen her stance. She was still entranced with her vision by the pool. "Did you like seeing us, baby?" I whispered in her ear. "What are you seeing right now?" "You," she said gutturally, starting to push back on my finger, "you sucking him off." She was panting now, her words coming in spurts. "I saw you sucking him. I could see your head bobbing up and down and his head falling back," she whispered hard. "He tasted good, baby," I said, encouraging her and adding a second finger to her slit. "Mmmm," she panted, "I stood here at the sink, naked, and fucked myself with a small cucumber I'd found. And I watched you." Her breathing got more raspy, between the vision in her mind and my fancy fingerwork. I was alternating finger fucking her and flicking her clit. "And you're going to get naked again," I said. I undid the strap on her dress and let it open fully. She shrugged it off her shoulders and let it fall to the floor. I bent her forward as I pushed my own shorts down to my ankles. My cock was achingly hard and the head was already providing precum to lubricate my entrance. It wasn't necessary. Carey was so wet I slid in all the way to her cervix in one push. She grunted her response. As I began to fuck her, holding her hips, she pushed back against me. Her eyes stayed on that corner of the pool. She wasn't done seeing what she'd seen that afternoon. I was enjoying the feeling of fucking her standing up. It just opened her up in a different way and gave my cock a few new sensations. I was slamming hard into her and she was taking every stroke. The force of my hips pushing her up on the balls of her feet. And that's when I saw Jimmy. He was standing in the shadow of the living room. From what I could see, he was holding a water glass in his hand; but what caught my eye was what he was holding in his other hand: his little hard cock. I had no idea how long he'd been there, but from where he was standing he had an unobstructed view of the sink and of Carey standing there, now naked and getting fucked. He was just squeezing his little dick as it poked out of his pajama bottoms. Even with him in the shadows I could see that he was hard. I suppose he was concentrating so much on her that he didn't even see my face looking back at him. So I was fucking Carey, who was looking out the darkened window, while I looked back at Jimmy, who was now stroking his hard little member for all it was worth. We made quite the threesome. And it was that moment that I had a devilish thought. I took one hand off Carey's hip and waved it slightly at Jimmy. That got his attention. He looked up at me, suddenly startled. I put one finger to my lips to indicate he should be quiet, and then signaled him to come to me. Since he was coming from the living room, he was behind us both and walked up without Carey ever seeing him at all. When he was almost to me, I pulled out of my wife and dropped to the floor, licking her ass. Now Carey loves to have her ass licked. It sends her into spasms of bliss. This time was no exception. I dropped to my knees and started to lick her. She spread herself even wider, giving my tongue full access to her rosebud. I started to finger fuck her with my middle finger as she was bucking my face. What I knew from experience was that Jimmy's cock was about the size of my middle finger. And so after about a minute of fingering her, I waved Jimmy closer. He came and stood next to me. Carey was still pushing back against me with every thrust. With one hand I pulled down Jimmy's pajamas and started to stroke his cock for him. He was already so hard he didn't really need me to fluff him at all. I carefully and quietly pulled out a step stool next to the fridge that was at arm's reach and Jimmy stepped right up to the plate. With one easy movement, my finger came out of Carey's hot pussy and Jimmy's tender little cock went in. She never missed a beat, just kept pushing back. I got away with it for about a minute, then she felt Jimmy's hips hit her ass. The new sensation somehow penetrated the horny haze of her brain and she turned her head to look behind her. That's when she saw an eleven year old boy riding her hard. Her head spun around the other direction and her feverish eyes found my face. I was still on my knees, enjoying the view of Jimmy's little cock penetrating the pussy that I'd loved for so many years. And it was a magical sight. Carey's face morphed through a variety of emotions, including horror and worry, but she landed on lust. And lust won the day. She reached down between her legs and felt Jimmy's balls with her fingertips. Then she started talking to him. "Yes, Jimmy," she panted loudly, sucking in air between each word, "fuck me, please!" Jimmy's hips were moving like he was piston-driven. His little cock kept flashing in and out of her wet slit. I could see her fingers rubbing her clit and his balls interchangeably. It was one of the most erotic sights I've ever imagined seeing, and it was happening less than six inches from my face. Everything was moving too fast for me to lick, or I would've been tasting the action, too. Carey only lasted a few moments more. Now that she knew Jimmy was fucking her, she arched her back and let loose with a wail. For his part, Jimmy let nature take its course and he, too, suddenly stopped moving his hips. He held on to Carey's hips and pulled himself in tight. I badly wanted access to his little balls at just that moment. I wanted to suck on them as he pumped cum into my pretty wife. But I had to make do with my own hand, which was busy the whole time stroking a very hard cock. I was the last of the three to cum, but it happened hard on the heels of their orgasms. I spurted ribbons of white cum over all of us. And when Jimmy stepped down off the stool, Carey just stayed in place, leaned over the kitchen sink. I took the opportunity to lick her slit and her ass. For the second time that day, I got to taste young Jimmy's semen. A nice salty mix that I was able to suck out of my wife's snatch. Such a good day. So try and picture the scene. Carey is naked, breathing heavy, almost laying in the kitchen sink. I am sitting on the floor at her feet, naked from the waist down, head back against the cabinet door. And nephew Jimmy is likewise bottomless, standing nearby holding an empty water glass. It was funny enough to start me laughing. Carey didn't see any of that, but she started to giggle, too. I think it was just a release after so much erotic tension. Jimmy just looked a little confused. I waved him over as I pulled myself to my feet. "I'll fill you up," I said, leaning over Carey to fill his glass with water. "Don't forget your pajamas," I reminded him, as he stooped to pick up his pants and head back to the bedroom. "And say `goodnight' to your Aunt Carey," I said loudly as he walked through the living room. "Good night, Aunt Carey," came his reply. "Humpff," Carey said, standing up finally. "Let's finish cleaning up in the morning," I suggested. Carey agreed and I took her by the hand and led her down the hall to our bedroom. It had been a busy day and we all needed some sleep. Tomorrow would bring its own events, I was sure of that.