Chapter 10

We arrived back at Aunt Carol’s around three AM. I used my key to let us in and tried not to wake my aunt and uncle. I let them use the room Alicia and I had been using and I went into the smaller back bedroom with all the candles to sleep.

Sunlight through the window woke me around 9:30 and I wandered into the large master bath to freshen up a bit before everyone got up. I had a rancid taste in my mouth and needed a shower. As I was standing over the john taking a pee, Aunt Carol came bounding in without so much as a knock. She was wearing a long off-white satin negligee with a plunging neck that almost reached her navel, trimmed in matching lace. Her breasts were only moderately inconvenienced by the restraint and the outline of her nipples was plainly visible.

“Excuse me, can I get a little privacy here?” I protested.

“Oh for heaven’s sake Chris, I don’t think we have many secrets around here any more, do we, darling? You’ve seen me peeing and I didn’t hear any objections? All of a sudden you’re Mr. Modesty. Anyway, Did you see the tape?”

I started the water in the separate shower and tested it for temperature.

“I saw it. I saw her fucking her pussy off. I saw her fucking Uncle Jerry, as a matter of fact. You two ever share anyone else?”

“That was before I knew your Uncle and besides, I knew what he did when I married him. Karen never cared for him, she fucked him in a movie. She introduced us that’s all. Jerry and I got married for a lot of complex reasons. He was my ticket to the wild world, and I was his ... lost desire. He never touched Karen off the set, I swear it.”

By now, Alicia had awaken. She came in wearing only her white bikini panties which she proceeded to lower and sit on the toilet, then peed away as if Aunt Carol and I were invisible.

“Alicia, does the phrase ‘Familiarity breeds contempt’ mean anything to you?” I said shaking my head.

“Huh? Who are you talking about?” she asked sleepily.

“My sister, Chris’ Mom. Karen,” Aunt Carol responded.

“When I went up to see Juliette last night, we watched an old porn movie. An old porn movie with Karen Cortland where she fucked a woman in a hospital bed and then fucked Uncle Jerry on a gurney. My mom did porn flicks before I was born and I never fucking knew at thing.”

The water cascading over my face and hair seem to quench my anger.

“Your mom. YOUR MOM did porn movies in the early days. Cool. She was always pretty without her glasses but I never thought she would ... could... “, Alicia said, astonished.

Alicia started the water in the big jacuzzi tub which was filling for her bath. Aunt Carol took off her negligee and was getting into the water with her when Samantha came in to see what the party was about. Her hair was totally mussed and she had on a black bra and spandex panties.

She walked nonchalantly over to the toilet, dropped her pants, and sat down for her own nice pee, not even bothering to flush from Alicia’s use. Her legs fell open enough for me to see the yellow fluid drain from her body into the bowl. I thought his must be what it’s like to have sisters.

“So, Chris. Did seeing the movie ... like ... turn you on for her? It must have turned you on, didn’t it? I bet she’s really a turn on in bed.”

“Alicia, it’s my own mother, my MOM we’re talking about. I can’t ... ever ... it’s not...”

“What? Right?” Samantha said standing and removing her bra to get into the hot shower with me. “What about Alicia and me? Is it all right for us and not for you. And what about your aunt. She’s your blood aunt, darling, and you fucked her dozens of times by now. You’ve already committed the big I, my dear, it’s only a matter of how far you take it from here.”

She had reached up and was stroking my wet penis as she stood next to me in the shower giving me my first erection of the day. Alicia was sucking Aunt Carol’s tits as they were making their plans for later.

“First, us girls are going to my spa for a complete body treatment. Skin, nail, hair, the works, my treat. Then, we’ll have lunch in the village. I know a darling place with the best pasta salads. Then, we’ll head over to the mall and shop till we drop. How’s that sound ladies?” Aunt Carol beamed.

“Where does that leave me?” I asked feeling a bit abandoned.

Samantha took my own hand and wrapped it around my erection, smiling. Taking my hint, I got out of the shower and let her wash her hair in peace.

“Call her. Soon. She wants to know, Chris. She’s probably dying from not getting your call last night. Please? Call your mother and talk. Alone if you prefer,” Aunt Carol pleaded.

“Can I stop by the mall later?” I asked.

“Of course, I can’t imagine enjoying it without you to ... observe,” said Aunt Carol as I slipped out the door to dress.

I dressed and went down to get breakfast. There was one other person I needed to talk with.

“So, Uncle Jerry. You looked better with your hair.”

“Yeah, well, that was about forty pounds ago too, I guess.”

“You FUCKED my mom.”

“Chris, I fucked over a thousand women on camera. It was nothing, believe me.”

“How about off camera? Aunt Carol says you never fucked her off screen.”

“Of course not. I never did stuff like that. It wouldn’t have been ... proper.”

“Wait. You fucked over a thousand women with husbands and boyfriends, fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters, you know, real lives, and you were worried about being ‘proper’. What exactly does ‘proper’ mean?” I asked, exasperated.

“You can’t mix the private with business. Could you, could any normal guy could hold his erection inside a woman for minutes while waiting for a camera reset, then go back to fucking her until you get a ten second notice to come, then come on cue watched by half a dozen other people if he was worried the woman would ‘like’ him afterwards? It was masturbation with props. It’s one of the reasons I had to get out. Psychological impotence I guess they called it. Until I met your Aunt I didn’t think I’d ever get back my manhood. With her the excitement was real again.”

I related the events at the factory to him and he smiled. He was especially proud of my game with Samantha.

“You have the same gift as Carol. It’s the reason I still love her more than I can express. It’s her imagination. She can see the sexual essence of a situation and milk it for all its worth. You’ve got it too. You and Alicia should share a lot of pleasure together.”

He paused, then added,

“I’m heading out. Don’t wait too long to call your mom. This has all been her idea. I wouldn’t have involved you but she got Carol’s wheels rolling and the rest ... I hope we didn’t make a mistake.”

Aunt Carol, Alicia, and Samantha were finally off to the spa and shopping and the house was at last quiet. I went into the master bedroom, sat on the side of the bed, and dialed the all too familiar number. It started ringing and I could hear my heart pounding in my ears. Two more rings, then three ... damnit she was out somewhere and I’d have to try later. I wanted to do this now before I lost my resolve. Five rings, six rings, she never takes this long to answer. Then, I heard the receiver lift, and a breathless but very familiar, slightly hoarse, lisping voice spoke to me.

“Hello?”

“Mom, it’s Chris. We’re back.”

“Chris ... I was ... afraid you weren’t going to call ... How was your trip? How’s Alicia doing?”

“Alicia? Yeah, Alicia’s doing fantastic. She’s like a kid at Christmas and a birthday party all rolled into one. Everyone down there was real impressed and thinks she’s going to be ... big.”

“Little Alicia Aronesti. I never would have thought she was ... the wild type. You’ll have to tell me about it.”

“I’ve been getting kind of wild myself. Did you talk with Aunt Carol? I ... slept with her.”

“Yes. She told me about it. While she and Jerry were up at Tahoe. I would say sleeping with her was putting it mildly.”

“And Alicia, of course ... and her mom, Samantha.”

“Yes, dear. And at the beach. And Uncle Jerry’s club. We’ve talked. If you’re trying to make me jealous ... you’re succeeding, darling.”

“And with Juliette Anderson. I fucked the actress Juliette Anderson in Mexico.”

“You fucked JULIETTE? That woman must be over 60 by now. You fucked a 60 year old woman? She was just supposed to show you the tape, not fuck you.”

“Well ... it worked. I think I understand what you couldn’t tell me all the years I was growing up. You were pretty fucking wild yourself, Mom!”

We started laughing together till tears came to my eyes. It was part release and part excitement.

“Which one did she show you?” Mom asked.

“Ah, it was the Candy Stripers. Why? Were there a lot?”

“Not a lot. I only did it for about two years. The Candy Stripers was probably the most commercial film I did. The other stuff was just loops.”

“Did you really put your hand up into that other girl? I thought it was some trick shot.”

“It’s not a trick. It’s just another experience some women like called fisting. The girls screen name was Montana. She made a career doing it on camera. She was even wilder in private. The sad part was they had to cut all those scenes from the film because the industry was afraid it would look like violence against women. If they’d felt her come inside like I did they would have changed their minds. She loved it”.

“I was thinking it must have felt like ... childbirth or something.”

“Hardly darling. When I delivered you I can assure you the last thought on my mind was having an orgasm. Although ... you were a fun baby to carry. I guess I shouldn’t be telling you this.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, when I got pregnant with you your dad just lost all interest in sex. He said I looked ... heavy, you know, fat. I couldn’t go all those months without ... satisfaction ... you know me.”

“Yeah. So I guess there were ... other ... men?”

“Yes. And women. Not many especially when I was late term and really big. But it was very sensual with a few. They were curious and I was horny. What a combination. My best times though ... were alone ... or at least just the two of us, you know. I’d touch myself and feel you inside my big belly, and I’d be coming while you were turning or kicking inside like you could feel me inside. God, Chris this is so private. I’ve never told another living soul, not even Carol.”

“It’s ... beautiful. I never would have thought a woman ... about her baby ... that way.”

I was shaken and excited at the same time. Given what I knew I was afraid to ask if Dad was my ... real father. If not, then who?”

“And Uncle Jerry? Did you ... ever ... feel anything for him? You looked so sincere and affectionate when you were ... making love on the gurney.”

“Did I love him? Sure. For about four hours. Like the other thirty or forty men I fucked on camera. It was the most exciting, dangerous, thing I’d ever done. You know ... now ... what I mean. All the rules are ... suspended.”

“So where did I fit in?”

“I wanted the wild part of being a woman but I also wanted the ... other part, too. I wanted to have a baby, and a happy marriage, the normal stuff as well. I got part of my wish anyway. Your dad is your father, don’t worry.”