Most so-called ordinary family’s interactions are governed by what is known as the “Westermarck Effect." That just means that they are not sexually attracted to one another, but several studies seem to contradict the standard view of the Westermarck effect. People seem to have sexual preferences toward faces that resemble their parents' or their own. If correct, this would suggest that Freud's idea of the Oedipus complex had more merit to it. My whole family has always seemed to be devoid of the Westermarck Effect, but heavy on the Oedipus complex. We have some relatives that just love sex with whoever is available. We also have our share of gay, lesbian, or bisexual individuals. With that said, let me tell you about my Mom. Mom’s Story At some point in a teenaged boy's life, he will probably look at his mother with lustful intentions. My time came when I came home from school one day and heard my Mom and my Aunt Bella arguing about which one of the two gave the best blowjob. They didn’t know I was home so I listened quietly and learned things about my family I would’ve never believed if I hadn’t heard it from them. Oh my, God, I thought to myself. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My Dad and his older sister, my Aunt Bella, had been fucking each other since high school. My Aunt Bella and her sister, my Aunt Savannah grew up sucking the cocks of just about every man in the county. Not only that, my Mom has had her pussy licked by Aunt Bella; seemingly more than once. And to top it all off, my Mom had licked Aunt Bella's pussy as well. The women in my family are all apparently bi-sexual and liked licking pussies. My head felt like it was indian going to explode. I started to sneak away to my room to masturbate to this newly discovered knowledge when I heard my own name mentioned. Aunt Bella suggested to my Mom that she should give me my first blowjob before she took it upon herself to introduce me to the joys of oral sex. And as it turned out, Aunt Bella did get to me first and introduced me to not only oral sex but to sex all the lustful grown-up sex. Aunt Bella and I started secretly meeting on a weekly basis, and Aunt Bella cultivated me into a world-class sex toy. I became skilled in all the ways to satisfy a woman with my tongue, my cock, my fingers and a multitude of stimulating sex devices. Aunt Bella learned right away that I became really hard when she told me about the many sexual trysts my Mom had been involved in over the years. When Aunt Bella told me stories about my Mom, my cock got so hard it stuck out like a pot handle. My dick would get so hard you could've picked me up by that handle. Every time we had sex Aunt Bella would tell another story, and I would pound away at her pussy until we both had marvelous orgasms. I could fuck several times in a single afternoon as long as Aunt Bella kept the stories about Mom flowing. That’s how I learned about the secrets I am going to tell you regarding my sexy Mom. “Do you want to see what we’ve done with the bedroom?” Kim indicated by pointing at the open door. An actual round of applause erupted from those around us who had been watching. And so naturally, I always fantasized about having sex with girls and women. I noted the time as she knocked on my door: 9:45. It was well beyond dusk, and the heart of the city was lit up by sex enormous skyscrapers that reached high to the heavens, as well as by the vehicles that crawled through the city streets like ants. The woman’s family had chosen some soft, silky black dress pants that tapered off at her mocha-toned ankles, leaving her soft, lightly-wrinkled bare feet pressed against the pink inner-lining of her burial vessel. They were not naked but the thin garments which they were wearing were next to being naked. They all stared with such greedy hunger as he placed the tip of his dick against her pussy. She would have been a beauty without compare… indian if not for the contemptuous sneer that puckered her upper lip. “Easy to fix.” Which is fine by me I wish them all the best. It would be her Mistress.” I was terrified, the hole in the end of his weapon looked about four inches wide. We say this prayer out load together for a second time I am able to control my emotions to a point.