How The Women Got Plastered and Patrick Got Busted

by Lubrican

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Chapter Eight

When we got back, the atmosphere was decidedly different. Wine had been opened, and tippled. Lots of wine. Women had changed into sleep wear. Mostly scanty sleep wear. My grandmother ... my fifty-four-year-old grandmother ... was wearing a T shirt that she'd obviously gotten from Randi, with the logo "College girls do it after studying how" on the front. Her legs were bare, where the shirt stopped about mid thighs.

None of them were wearing bras. Tabby had on her fricking thong! I found that out when she bent over to pick something up, and I saw bare buttocks, split by that cord.

"We," said my grandmother, dramatically, "have solved the problem!"

Danny was his old, unflappable self. His wife, who had decided they were staying for the night after all, and had also borrowed one of my mother's nightgowns. She almost crawled up onto him when we came in. Only the cold bags of ice cream in his hands, which he pressed against her back, got her off of him.

"Behave yourself!" he ordered.

"I don't want to!" she whined.

"And what problem have you solved?" Danny asked, ignoring his wife. He started handing out ice cream.

"Pat's project has been saved," said my mother. "In fact, it has been improved immeasurably. It may go down in history as the best project ever done!"

My mother had obviously been drinking some of that wine. She was a little flushed and her nipples were rock hard under her shirt.

"It was my idea!" proclaimed Aunt Vanessa, importantly. She had obviously been helping my mother with the wine.

"Hey!" I objected. "This is my project!"

"Of course it is, Darling," said my mother, coming to give me a hug. She had a wine glass in one hand. I felt wetness on my back, as she spilled wine there, and luscious, soft, unfettered breasts on my front.

"Don't waste it!" said Grandma, taking the wine glass from my mother's hand, and drinking from it. That just let my mother hug me tighter.

I still had the boner that had developed when I imagined Danny, fucking my mother.

I don't know what she'd been imagining, but whatever it was, with the wine added to it, allowed her to press her loins against mine when she felt that boner. She rubbed her loins back and forth.

"Mmmmmm," she moaned softly into my ear. "You feel good."

"Mom!" I whispered hoarsely.

She pulled back, and blinked at me.

"Pat!" she said, as if she had just realized it was me. Who did she think she was hugging?

Everybody else was chattering, and getting into the ice cream, so nobody noticed my mother molest me, or almost molest me. They were all trying at once to talk about the solution to the problem with the pictures. Finally Randi, who was the least drunk of them all, except for Tabby, who was only allowed a few sips, grabbed my shirt and pulled.

"Come on," she said. "I'll show you."

She pulled me to the computer, which was set up in one corner of the dining room. The screen was dark, but when she pushed a button, it lit up to display an internet page.

It took a minute, because I had to scroll up and down. The pictures didn't make any sense, at first, but then became clear as I realized what I was looking at.

It was the web site of a company called "Proud Body", and the page they had pulled up was describing what they called their Pregnancy Belly Cast Kit. Basically, it was a kit that had rolls of cloth, with powdered plaster in them, sort of like what a doctor would use to make a cast on a broken bone. Of course this company said their cloth and their plaster was much better quality than mere medical plaster. Anyway, what you did with this cloth was get it wet, or something, and then lay strips of it all over a pregnant woman's belly and breasts. When it dried, and was pulled off, you had an exact, anatomically correct copy of the woman's pregnant belly and breasts. The pictures were of how a bunch of these casts had been decorated.

The whole idea was to preserve the look of a woman's pregnant belly, and the breasts that went with that belly. It was one of the coolest things I've ever seen. It was also really detailed. On some of those casts, you could even see the nipples ... on the outside of the cast ... through all that cloth!

Of course, the outside of the cast was a lot less detailed than the inside of the cast. The Turner women had thought of that, though. Their idea was to cast only the breasts, and then pour plaster into that negative impression. What would result would be a bust ... of a bust.

The kits only cost about thirty bucks apiece. If you didn't use all that cloth to cover a bulging belly, a kit might do three pairs of breasts. They had even tried to calculate how much plaster would be needed, and the cost of that. They had been talking about the thorny issue of their luscious, soft breasts being portrayed in dead white plaster, and about whether you could paint plaster, or color it to look like flesh, when we came in.

Anyway, what they'd already calculated came to way less than two thousand dollars.

Of course, it also resulted in having to carry my project around in a truck, instead of a briefcase, but then they didn't worry about that. All they thought about was that the breasts ... their breasts ... would be rendered in life-size, three dimensional, perfect copies, which, when appropriately painted, would be the next best thing to seeing the real McCoy.

They had actually discussed trying to do that, by the way. You know. Lining up behind a board, with a hole or a slit cut in it, for their breasts to stick through. Then the men could look at real breasts, and make their choice.

They went through a lot of wine that night.

I was still looking at the gallery of photos of casts that had been made, and decorated, when Randi's voice broke into my consciousness. She was saying something about how, if my original sample wasn't big enough, I could recruit other women to do busts like these, in the privacy of their own homes. I wouldn't even have to be there. It could be expanded until I had a whole room full of plaster breasts, if need be.

I turned to look at her. Her nipples, poking through her T shirt, were right in my face. It was like an omen. I could have a copy of those breasts, that I could look at ... and maybe even fondle ... any time I wanted. I'd have the rest of them too.

I was sold.

It was a party atmosphere the rest of the night. On the other hand, with the women being tipsy, they were ready for bed fairly early. It was midnight, when they started divvying up the bedrooms.

The first problem was Danny and Christy. It was assumed they'd take up one bed.

"I don't have to have sex every night!" said aunt Christy, slurring a little. Her mouth went into a little 'o'. She didn't usually talk quite that openly. The rest of them did, but not Christy. Knowing what I now knew about her, I thought that was kind of odd. Danny had told me nobody else knew ... that I was the first one in the family to know that all that kidding about borrowing Danny wasn't being blown off by Christy nearly as much as they all thought it was. She was the stable one, with the good marriage, and the common sense approach to things. So her bald comment was not what everybody expected from her. They all stared.

"Maybe every other night," she suddenly giggled. She wobbled over and sat on his lap. The nightgown she'd borrowed from Mom did nothing whatsoever to keep those hard breasts from wobbling in counterpoint to her feet, as she wobbled. When she plopped down on Danny's lap, so much of her legs showed that I could tell what color her panties were. "Kiss me, baby," she sighed.

"That's just not fair!" moaned Aunt Vanessa. She had brought her own nightgown, which was what I've heard called a Teddy. It showed a lot of leg too. A lot.

"He can kiss you later," said Christy, completely unaware that she was completely out of character. Apparently, what had happened between us, mixed with the wine, had unglued her fantasies. She kissed her husband, long, deep, and continuous. There were more stares.

"Grandma can sleep in my room," said Tabby brightly. She was the only one, besides Danny and me, who hadn't really had anything to drink.

Mona lurched to her feet and held out her hand to her granddaughter. Tabby helped her climb the stairs.

"I'll give up my bed," sighed Randi. She looked at Mom. "Your bed's plenty big enough for two, if you won't flop all over it." My mother was known to take up the whole bed.

"Okay," said my mother, her voice muzzy.

The two of them left.

That left Randi's bed, and mine.

"I like the boy," said Danny, "but not enough to sleep with him."

"My bed's not really big enough for two, comfortably," I suggested. I had this horrible ... but fascinated feeling, that if I ended up sharing a bed with a female ... well ... I didn't think I'd be able to sleep.

"I'll take the couch," said Danny. "You two girls can relive old memories in Randi's bed." He looked at Christy, and then Vanessa.

"That's not so bad," said Aunt Vanessa. "At least I won't have to lie there and imagine the two of you in bed together." She brightened.

Aunt Christy kissed Danny again, one of those kisses a boy like me wishes for all the world he might get to experience some day.

"Night, honey," she said into his lips. "You know I love you more than anything in the world."

"I know," he sighed. "I love you too."

"I know you do," she said, standing up. "And it means everything to me."

"Knock it off, you two, I'm horny enough as it is!" groaned Vanessa.

The two women wandered, more or less, arm in arm, up the stairs.

Danny looked at me.

"I've got a bad feeling about this," he said.

"Why?" I asked.

"She's horny, and it's that time of month."

"Aunt Christy?" I asked, nasty thoughts chasing each other around in my mind.

"Yup," he said. "I'd have felt a lot better if she'd have insisted on sleeping with me."

"What could happen?" I asked.

"Who knows?" he said, standing up to take his pants off. He wore jockeys, like me.

I went to the linen closet and got him a sheet, so the rough fabric of the couch wouldn't scratch him all night. By the time I got back, he'd taken his shirt off. He put his clothes right by the couch, on the floor, so he could get into them again, in the morning.

I went to my room in the dark. As I passed Tabby's room, I heard snoring. I knew it wasn't Tabby. Apparently, Grandma snored. I passed my room, and listened at the door of Randi's room. I heard female voices talking softly. I guessed my aunts were catching up on stuff, or talking about old times.

I went back to my room and lay on my bed. I thought about what Danny had told me. The erection that caused was a doozy. I pushed my jockeys down to my thighs. It was so hard, and felt so good to stroke, that I didn't want it to be over, so I just stroked slowly, and thought about things. I had a tissue handy for when I needed it, but for now, it just lay there.

I have to warn you about something, for just a second. From this point on, you need to understand that, while I'm telling the story, I wasn't actually there for all of it. Some of what happened I learned fairly soon, and some of it was years later, but it will make a lot more sense if I just tell it like I was there. I was there for the parts that involved me, of course. I just didn't want you to get confused, as you read on.

I was just thinking about getting serious about milking my prick, when my door creaked open. I don't know for sure, but it was probably half an hour or so after I got into bed. I'd worked myself up pretty well, by then, but couldn't concentrate on any one fantasy for longer than a minute or two, without cumming. It was so fun to just feel good, that I kept changing fantasies ... just so I wouldn't cum.

"Pat?"

My eyes were used to the moonlight, coming in the window. The short hair told me it was Aunt Christy.

"Aunt Christy?" I whispered.

"Shhhh."

She came over to the bed. I suspect her eyes were adjusted too, and saw me holding my bone.

"I think I had too much to drink," she said softly. "I got up to go to the bathroom, but I must have gotten lost."

I thought of two things immediately. First, aunt Christy had been in our house, and used every bathroom in it lots of times. There was no way she could get lost. Second, she had called my name, like she was trying to see if I was awake or not.

She also didn't sound nearly as drunk as she had when she went to bed. In fact, she sounded suspiciously sober.

That led me to think about why she wanted me to think she was drunk. What burst into my mind then was what Danny had told me about how she felt about me, and how he felt about that.

Now I don't know about your life experiences, or how you lost your virginity. Maybe it was a surprise, and maybe you planned it out in fine detail. I had dreamed about it a zillion times, but I wasn't exactly prepared for it to actually happen.

On the other hand, I was a genius, and I had thought long and hard about what Danny said in describing what my aunt wanted. More than that ... how she wanted it.

"You're not lost," I said. "You came here on purpose."

She knelt beside me. Her face was pointed toward my boner, which still had my hand wrapped around it.

"I know," she said softly. Then "No! I'm lost!" Her face leaned closer to my hand, and the stiff prick in it. "What are you doing?"

She knew what I was doing.

"I was thinking," I said, thinking furiously. "I was thinking about you, in fact."

"You shouldn't do something like that while you're thinking about me," she said, proving that she knew exactly what I was doing.

"I was thinking about you helping me do this," I said. I had no idea how to play this game, but I was trying to learn fast.

"I could never do that," she sighed.

"Take off your nightgown," I ordered.

Her head swiveled to look toward my face. There was just the briefest hesitation. Then she stood, and slipped out of it. She was wearing panties. It was dark, but I knew what color they were. That made me even harder, for some reason.

"Take your panties off too."

"Pat ..." she said, her voice tense.

"Take them off, Aunt Christy. I won't hurt you. I just want to see you."

She bent, and skinned them down. She had dark hair on her head. All I saw between her legs was pale white.

"You're so beautiful," I whispered.

"I shouldn't be here," she whispered back.

"Lie down with me," I said.

She knelt again, and leaned close. I could feel her breath on my face, and smell the lingering odor of wine.

"I can't do that, Pat. That would be too dangerous, right now."

She sounded like regular Aunt Christy, except that she was stark naked, right beside me. This game was harder to play than I realized.

"You could touch me, at least," I pleaded.

"I could never do that," I heard that peculiar sing-song tone in her voice, that I now recognized was one of the parts of the game.

"You have to touch me," I said. "Look what you did to me." I wagged my prick around, and then felt stupid for doing that.

Her hand went to my abdomen. Her fingertips tickled, and I sucked my stomach in. She took her hand away.

Tentatively, I reached for her hand. She let me grasp her wrist.

"Not there," I whispered raggedly. "Here."

I put her hand against my prick.

When her fingers closed around my penis, and she moaned, I almost lost it, right then and there.

"I don't know how to do this," she said, in that sing-song voice.

I gave her instructions. She knew exactly how to do it, but wouldn't perform unless told to.

I think I was moaning something about how much I loved her when I said I wished she'd kiss me. Her lips descended on mine and I thought she was going to suck the life out of me! She wouldn’t get on the bed, but she would rest her upper body part way there, with her left breast on my chest, as she kissed, and stroked.

That was it. My hips bucked and I felt the first soothing streak of cum lance through my penis. Her hand squeezed hard, suddenly, and I thought the top of my head would blow off. Her lips pulled away from mine, and her head receded down towards my prick. I lifted my head to see her open mouth and, unbelieving, watched as it descended over the tip of my prick, which was sticking out of her hand. Then she released her grip and jerked me like she meant it.

The warmth of her mouth and tongue, sucking at the tip of my prick was indescribable. My hips bucked again, but her left hand was ready, and pushed against my thigh. Then it came up and softly squeezed my balls as I fired off twice more in her mouth. It was unbelievable.

I lay there, gasping for breath, feeling my heart pounding in my chest, as she continued to suck and slurp. She held onto my prick as she pulled her mouth off.

"You wasted some," she said. "You shouldn't waste it."

"Will you marry me?" I gasped.

She giggled. "I can't. I'm already married."

She let go of my penis, and swiped two fingers through the line that my first burst of semen had left on my stomach. She stuck those fingers into her mouth.

"You can never tell anyone this happened," she said, smacking her lips.

"Never!" I promised, with all my heart.

"I wish I could have gotten on the bed with you," she said softly. "Maybe some day."

"I love you," I panted. "I mean it. I really love you."

"You love this," she said pragmatically. "I know you love me, but don't get carried away."

"How could I help but get carried away?" I moaned. "That was the most amazing thing that ever happened to me!"

"You're sweet. I'm almost ready for Danny. Will you help me get the rest of the way ready?"

"How?" I panted.

She stood, and came to the head of the bed. That whiteness between her legs was right by my face. She leaned down, and lowered one of those fabulous breasts toward my face. A long, rubbery nipple was right over my mouth.

"Suck," she ordered.

I was more than happy to help her.

I lay there in a haze of happiness after Aunt Christy picked up her nightgown and left. I knew she was going to go down to the living room, where Danny was, and "fuck him half-blind", as he would have put it. As hard as I had cum, I started getting stiff again, thinking about that. I thought, briefly, about trying to spy on them, but it felt too good to just lie there. I picked up the tissue, and cleaned up what she hadn't gotten off me.

My door opened again. She was still carrying her nightgown ... still naked.

"What's wrong?" I whispered.

"Nothing," she said, her voice strange. "He's busy." She dropped the nightgown on the floor, and came to stand by the bed again.

"Don't tell me to get in bed with you again. I could never do that."

She said it with her sing-song voice.

Danny was sleeping when he was shaken awake. He looked up to see Vanessa standing over him.

"Where's Christy?" she whispered.

"I thought she was sleeping with you," Danny whispered back.

"She got up to go to the bathroom, and never came back."

"Well she didn't come down here," said Danny. "Maybe she's still in the bathroom."

"I checked," she said, shaking her head.

She stood there, looking at the bright white of his jockeys, against the darker pale of his skin.

"You didn't kiss me good night," she said.

"When did I start kissing you good night?" asked Danny.

"Christy said I could kiss you ... later."

"Well, yeah ... but ..."

"It's later."

"Vanessa, what are you doing?"

"Just a kiss," she moaned. "Just one little kiss, that's all. It's been so long. I can't let other men kiss me, Danny. They get the wrong idea. But you understand. You know me. Please?"

"Vanessa, I'm half naked, and you don't have on much more than that. If you kiss me, I'm not sure I'll be satisfied with just one kiss."

He was trying to scare her off. It was the wrong thing to say, though.

"Ohhhhh," she moaned, sinking down on her knees beside the couch. "Just one kiss."

Her kiss was hot, and hungry. She really had drunk a lot of wine, and it had loosened her up considerably. She probably wouldn't have done it otherwise, but her inhibitions were lowered just enough to make the difference.

The other thing, which she didn't know, of course, was that in their role playing, one of Danny's favorite partners was Vanessa.

It was a long kiss. In fact, it went on long enough that her manicured fingers found their way under the waistband of his jockeys, to find something else she hadn't felt in a long, long time.

Their kiss broke. They were both adults, and she wasn't smashed. She held on to his bone, though.

"I've always been so jealous of Christy," she sighed. "When you beat the shit out of Alan at that party, Christy wasn't the only one who fell in love with you."

"I love Christy," said Danny.

"I know," she said. "I love her too. All I want is a little bit of your love ... just a teensy little bit. I know she'd kill me if she found us like this, and I don't want to hurt her, or you, but I get so lonely."

"What would you say if I told you she wouldn't kill you?" he asked.

"What?"

"You guys keep asking to borrow me. She's kind of gotten used to that."

"Don't tease me, Danny," she whined.

"I think Christy would understand, if I gave you just a tiny, little bit of my love," he whispered.

It took a few seconds to sink in, but when it did, it was like they had decided to wrestle. She couldn't decide whether to kiss him, or take his jockey's off. When she took his jockeys off, she couldn't decide whether to suck him, or kiss him. He settled the issue by letting her do neither. Instead, he got up, stripped her, laid her on the couch, put her knees by her ears, and filled her pussy with prick.

She got so loud he had to muffle her cries with his lips.

That was when Christy tiptoed down the stairs, to satisfy her raging lust for her nephew, with her husband ... who was busy.

"Busy?" I asked, not up to speed yet.

"Please don't make me get on the bed with you," she whined.

I couldn't believe what was happening. What had happened before was enough to last me for years. My mind tried to catch up. If she got on the bed, she'd have to lie at least half on top of me. I only had a single bed. I got up.

"Okay, then," I whispered. "Get on the bed while I'm not there."

"What? Wait ... "

"Get on the bed, Christy!" I whispered loudly.

"All right," she said, her voice pouting. "You don't have to yell at me."

She got on my bed, and adjusted my pillow under her head. I was standing between the window and bed, and my shadow darkened part of her body. I walked around to the other side. There, lying before me, was my dream.

"Spread your legs," I said.

Her legs sprang open.

I was on a roll, and I went for broke. I might never get this chance again.

"You want me to lick you." I said.

"Nooooo, I'm married, you can't do that," she moaned.

Her legs stayed parted as I crawled onto the bed between them. I got my face right next to her pussy. It was as bare as a baby's butt. Even in the dark, I could see that her pussy lips were dark and thick, like they were swollen.

This is where my plan petered out, no pun intended. I had no idea how to do what I wanted to do.

"Tell me what you like," I rasped.

"I can't, you'll make me cum," she moaned. "I'm married. You can't do this to me!"

"Tell me!" I said heatedly. I was, in fact, pretty hot. It had only been five minutes but my youthful prick was stiff as a board, again.

Her fingers came down and pulled those fat pussy lips apart. It was the first pussy I'd seen like that, except in pictures. I saw the bump that was in a lot of the pictures. Her index finger pushed at that bump.

"Don't lick and suck that," she panted. "You can't touch that."

I sucked first, and she went crazy. She pulled the pillow out from under her head and covered her face with it. I could still hear her grunts and whines, and realized she was cumming already. I wasn't sure how long to suck. Her hand came and pushed at my head. So I licked then. When I used the flat of my tongue, her fingers gripped my hair, and pulled my face against her pussy. They kept my face there, for a few minutes, and then pulled harder. I liked licking her, so I just kept licking as my face went up her body. When I licked her belly button, she sucked her stomach in, like I had. I stopped at her breasts. Her nipples were so hard, and so long, it was like sucking on little rubber toes or something. She made it quite clear that she liked that. I realized she'd taken the pillow off her face.

I didn't know if she'd let me kiss her, what with my face all wet from her pussy. I tried anyway.

Remember that kiss that she gave Danny, that I wished someday I'd get just one of?

I got like ten of those. They tapered off into shorter ones, where it was like she was nipping at my lips, trying to taste them. I realized her hand was around my boner.

"You can't put it in me," she whispered, digging the tip between the pussy lips I had just been licking.

"I won't," I said, giving a tentative little push. I felt the head surrounded by heat, and thought of her mouth.

"Make sure you don't," she panted, taking her hand away. "I'm married. You shouldn't have made me come here."

"Be quiet," I said softly.

I watched her face as she bit her lips, trying to be quiet, as I pushed again, and kept pushing until that heat was around my entire penis.

"Ohhh fuck," she groaned.

"That's exactly what I'm going to do," I said, my voice above a whisper.

"No!" she moaned. "Don't fuck me."

I didn't know how to do this either. So I did what I saw in porn tapes. Her hands came to my hips, and taught me what to do. The whole time she was whispering "No ... please, no".

It took a long time, but eventually she went rigid and whined. She came a lot more quietly this time. Knowing I had made her cum sent the most electric feeling through me, and suddenly, my balls were screaming.

I'd been to health. I knew about making babies. Her fingernails were dug into my buttocks, though.

"I have to pull out!" I gasped.

"You can't cum in me!" she squealed. Her fingernails dug in deeper.

"I mean it, Aunt Christy! I'm gonna cum!"

"Pleeeasse" she groaned. "If you cum in me you'll get me pregnant!"

I almost didn't cum. That was because I was afraid my butt was bleeding from multiple puncture wounds, caused by her fingernails.

But it was already too late. I groaned as the soothing bursts of semen flashed through my prick, and into my Aunt Christy's belly. The natural impulse was to push hard, and plant that seed as deep in her garden as I could.

When she felt that, her hands left my probably bleeding buttocks and smoothed all over my back, as her legs wrapped around me.

Her voice, right in my ear, only made me cum harder.

"I love you, baby," she whispered. "I love you so much. I've wanted this for so long. Make me pregnant, Pat. I want your baby so bad! Pleeeease make me a mommy."

Danny hadn't told me about that part ... the part where, for three years, they'd been trying to have children ... and it wasn't working. The doctor had told them his sperm count was low, but not so low that persistence might still pay off. It hadn't, and Christy wanted a baby so badly, that she was willing to get it any way she could. But only with the right man. There were only two candidates. They had talked about it, even before my project started. It was part of their fantasy play. They intended to wait until I was eighteen, and keep trying in the mean time, but things got speeded up. They had still been unsure about it, until she saw her sister being royally fucked by Danny, on the couch. That had been speeded up too, but she didn't care. This was her chance, and she took it.

I learned that while I lay, almost lifeless on my aunt Christy's naked body, my prick still plugged loosely into my first pussy ... the pussy that had accepted my virginity. She told me about their dreams and hopes. She told me things that he'd already told me, and much more. Amazingly, at least to me, she managed to get me hard again.

This time, there was no game playing. She told me what she loved, and how to make her sing. She didn't sing, but she had two more orgasms, and I felt so proud I almost burst.

"I need to get back to bed," she whispered, as I rocked in her, after her second orgasm. "I'd love to stay here all night, but I want to be there when Vanessa gets back."

"Okay," I groaned. "Just a little longer?"

"Can you cum again?" she asked, delighted.

"Yes," I moaned.

"Oh yes!" she said.

Then she whispered those sweet things in my ear again, begging me to make her pregnant. It felt like she sucked out every drop of liquid in my body.

If I'd have died that night, I'd have died with a smile on my face that even a plastic surgeon couldn't have gotten off.

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