Sorry for the long delay, I hope you like this new story.

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Chapter 1

There are moments in your life that change everything, that upend the world and you are never the same afterwards. Sometimes tragic, other times sweet, there are times where one decision changes not only your life, but how you view it. My moment, so to speak, came without warning, like a sudden surge from the sea, obliterating everything that was old and replacing it with something new. But as I look back with changed eyes I can only wonder if I was too blind to see that wave coming.

The summer before my senior year started off under dour circumstances. My aunt Jen, my mom's sister, had just finalized her divorce from the jerk she had been married to for a decade. She was starting over, and that restart involved moving in with us. Jen was a teacher, and her salary wasn't going to stretch very far on her own. Mom is a surgeon, and a good one, and extended Jen the offer to stay at our house rent free for as long as she needed. Mom had a habit of taking in lost souls; that's how she found me.

My biological mother was a nurse, who had gotten pregnant and didn't know what to do. My mom, a young surgical resident, adopted me, even sponsoring the nurse's medical costs throughout the pregnancy. At the age of 26 mom found herself a new, single mother, starting a promising medical career with me in tow. As a result, she never made time for a husband, or more kids, and it was just the two of us on what she called our little adventure.

"Are you going to sit around all summer," Mom asked me from the kitchen. I was, indeed, sitting around.

"Go easy on him, Maggie," Aunt Jen said as she popped her head around the corner. "It's day one of summer, he can be lazy for a day or two." She came around the corner and stopped to mess with my hair. I playfully fought her off, and she went into the kitchen.

"Off the save the world?" I asked mom, the same question I asked almost every morning.

"You know it," she said. "But I'm taking off early to spend some time with you guys. And don't forget, Will, you are supposed to helping your aunt paint her bedroom and bathroom."

"I didn't know that slave labor came with the offer to stay, otherwise I would have moved in earlier," Jen said, high fiving mom. They both laughed. I grinned and turned back to my book, glad Aunt Jen was joking about her divorce. It has been a bitter fight, and mom had spent a lot of nights consoling her sister. "I'm going to drag him out to buy paint later."

"Well, stay out of trouble, and don't forget to use sunblock," Mom said.

"Will you stop being so bossy?" Jen teased. "Go and be brilliant. I'm going to put Will to work."

Mom left with an exchange of goodbyes and Jen came over and sat by me on the couch.

"What do you really want to do today?" she asked me.

"I don't know," I said, looking up from my book. "I'm supposed to help you paint."

"We'll go buy paint later, and tape up the room, but you didn't answer my question."

"I was going to watch a movie, maybe, and swim. But really I don't mind helping."

"I'll tell you what," she said. "Let's watch your movie, then go buy paint and work. I don't want you to sacrifice your summer for me."

"I don't mind. It's usually just me and mom most of the time, and summers are really boring since she works. I'm glad to have you around."

"I thought you'd be hanging around with your friends."

"I will, but I can't do that 24/7."

"Alright, a movie it is. I'm going to get a snack." She vaulted off the couch and headed to the kitchen while I queued up a movie. I sat back on the couch and Aunt Jen returned with a plate of vegetables. Like mom, she was fit and worked to stay that way. She was 42, two years younger than mom, but they looked alike. I thought she might sit next to me, but instead she lay on the floor in front of me. The movie started and I put my book down and sat back to watch.

"A movie at 9 in the morning, this feels so decadent," she laughed.

"Oh, this is just the beginning, Aunt Jen, summer has begun," I said dramatically.

She laughed, crunching a bite. "Just call me Jen, okay? I'm mooching off your mom, it feels right."

"Okay, Jen," I said, testing out the name for the first time. "But if it makes a difference mom doesn't think you're mooching."

Since I was a kid, Jen was always fun to be around. The last few years of her marriage had been rough for her, and the fun times were few, but with her newfound freedom she seemed to be her old self again. I settled in to watch the movie as the sun crept across the living room floor. It was only a few minutes into the movie when I first saw it.

Jen had nothing on under her shorts.

I sat up slightly, a guilty feeling washing over me. Jen was wearing a baggy t-shirt and loose shorts, and as she lay out in front of me, she had shifted and her shorts had pulled to one side. There, decorated by a light blonde fuzz, was my aunt's labia and half of her ass completely visible, three feet away. This was the first time I had seen a woman so intimately, at least in the flesh—so to speak. I knew Jen was unaware of what I saw, and I felt guilty looking. At the same time, I was fascinated, and also aware of the growing erection in my shorts. I was confused. Aroused but confused.

That is when everything changed. I felt something inside my head shift. This woman in front of me was my aunt, but I didn't care. The movie played but I did not see a single frame. I stared, entranced, by her ass and pussy. Jen was fit, with large breasts and what some might call a bubble butt. Her ass wasn't fat, but it was round, and large. I shifted in my seat, uncomfortable with my erection in several ways. Aside from the need to keep things hidden, should she turn around, I felt extreme guilt. Jen was my aunt. Sure, I was adopted, but she had been my aunt my whole life. She used to play checkers with me when I was five, and always let me win. And now there I sat, dick throbbing, looking at her like I had never seen a woman like that before.

Which, to be fair, I had not.

Jen shifted a little. I kept looking, and noticing how round her butt was, how it seemed to consume her shorts bit by bit. Her ass crack was clearly defined as her shorts were pulled between her cheeks. I could still see her labia, and a tuft of blonde hair. I looked down and saw that my leaking dick had made a wet spot through my shorts. I fidgeted covertly, trying to hide it with my shirt. My mind drifted further, imagining what the rest of her looked like naked.

"Hey, Will," Jen said, propping herself up on her elbows and looking back over her shoulder at me. "Now what?"

I blinked at her, surprised. The movie credits were rolling. I had stared at Jen's ass for the entire movie, coming up with increasingly wicked thoughts about her. Even now my eyes were pulled back to her ass, and I fought all instinct to maintain eye contact.

"Let's swim before we go to the hardware store," she said. "Work can wait, we have all summer."

"I guess I'm not slacking if it's your idea," I said. "Yeah, sounds good."

Jen sat up, stretching. I found myself looking right at her tits, admonishing myself for being so gross about my aunt. She stood up and waited for me.

"You go ahead," I said, unable to stand up without revealing my erection. "I'll meet you out there."

She smiled and left the room. My eyes followed her swaying ass, and I waited a full ten seconds before I stood up awkwardly. I adjusted my shorts several times, giving up and rushing to my room. I shut the door behind me and stripped of my clothes. As I did a clear strand of precum dripped onto the floor, followed by another.

I contemplated jerking off quickly, do ease the tension, but Jen knocked on my door.

"Decent?" she chimed through the door.

"One second," I said. I frantically pulled on a bathing suit. I adjusted my dick as best as I could, hoping the water would take care of my erection. Taking a deep breath, I said "come in."

The door creaked and Jen stepped into the room. She wore a yellow bikini, a fairly low, revealing bottom and a top that did not conceal her breasts very well. My dick twitched a little and I felt more precum dripping down the shaft. For some idiotic reason I opened my mouth and said something stupid.

"Wow," I said, realizing immediately that I should have kept my mouth shut.

Jen laughed, her tits bouncing, and said, "Well, that was a surprise."

"I'm sorry," I said immediately.

"A nice surprise," she added, smiling. "Let's go."

I followed her, taking in the sight of her round ass in that bikini. She had deep back dimples and about a half inch of her ass crack was visible over the waist line. Whatever guilt I had felt earlier was still there, but was being clubbed to death by a rabid desire to go upstairs and jerk off the second we were finished swimming. Yes, she was my aunt, but I was dying for release.

"So, tell me," she said, swimming around as I slipped into the water. It was cool, and I hoped the temperature change would help my erection. "Am I keeping you from doing anything fun? I don't want to be a burden."

"I've got nothing planned, and you're never a burden," I said. "I'll see my friends plenty."

"It's nice to have someone to talk to," she admitted. "The last few months have been especially rough."

We swam and chatted, and Jen quizzed me about my friends, what I liked to do, my dating life. The latter had little to report, as I had had three girlfriends of a casual level but was currently single. As we talked and swam I stared as much as I could at her body. I had been around girls my own age, in similar states of dress, but few had bombshell looks like Jen. And I was still reeling from the pussy flash earlier in the day. The water had helped my erection, but only partway. I was still getting eyefuls of Jen, and I was in a semi-rigid state the entire time.

After a while Jen grabbed a pool float and climbed onto it. She lay on her stomach, and the float made her ass stick up. I noticed, and ended up staring as much as I could without getting caught.

"That was nice, what you said earlier," she said. She sounded tired, and her face as buried in her arm.

"What part?" I asked.

"When you said 'wow'. That was nice. I'm nervous about being single again, in a way. I haven't been on a date in sixteen years. It's too soon to get back into the game, but it's nice to know I still look okay."

"You look great," I said, using her hidden face as an excuse to stare at her body. "Amazing." I cursed myself for saying too much again.

"You're too sweet," she said. "If you could see my face, I'm sure I'm blushing."

I tried to change the subject, biting my tongue to blurt out anything else embarrassing. She looked up at me, and might have caught me checking out her ass, but she said nothing about it.

"So, um, Jen, I'm going to get a bite to eat, do you want anything?" I said as casually as I could.

"Nah, I'm going to take a nap right here," she said. "Be lazy, and all that."

"Alright," I said, and tore my eyes away from her to step inside. I dried off quickly, and headed into the kitchen. When I was sure I was out of sight I looked down my bathing suit. My dick was throbbing, red, and leaking strands of precum everywhere. My entire swollen member was slick with my own arousal, and I touched the throbbing shaft and pulled up a strand of pre-cum. I thought about jerking off right then. I decided to wait, because with this kind of buildup I was guaranteed an amazing orgasm later. Also, I was hungry, and I could only serve one primal urge at a time. Priorities, I guess.

I was finishing up the last embellishment on my sandwich when my phone rang. It was Kevin, one of my best friends.

"Hey," I said, holding my phone with my shoulder while I finished putting my lunch together.

"Hey, Will," he said. "What's going on."

"Not much," I said. "Swimming with my Aunt."

"Oh, that's right," he said, "I forgot she was moving in. Does she look like your mom?"

"Why do you ask?" I said, rolling my eyes as we went down a familiar road.

"Because your mom is hot. Sorry, dude, I know you get tired of us saying it, but damn, your mom has tits and ass to kill a man. I'd sell my soul for one night..."

"Alright, alright," I said, laughing. "I get it."

"So, is your Aunt hot? Be objective, dude. You know we all think your mom is a knockout. Is she?"

"Um, sure," I said, looking out the kitchen window. Jen had moved to a deck chair, and was laying on her back. I looked her over, at her tits and her flat stomach. "I mean, using your logic, then yes."

"Cool, I can't wait to come over," Kevin said. "Your house just got twice as tempting."

"Be tempted all you want," I said. "You're a bit young."

"Never hurts to dream, man," he said. "I don't know how you don't walk around hard all the time."

"You're a pervert," I said, but looked down at my bathing suit and felt a pang of guilt. I was less hard than before, but definitely in a state of arousal. Was I any different than Kevin, or any of my friends? Had I been desensitized to it over the years, and now Aunt Jen had stirred something primal in me.

"Anyway," he said, ignoring my comment, "We're going to the movies tomorrow, the ten-thirty showing, wanna come?"

"Yeah," I said. "Need a ride?"

"Always," he said with a laugh. "I'll talk to you later. Send me a pic of your Aunt."

"No!" I said over his laughter.

"How about your mom, then?" he said.

"Fuck off, I'll see you tomorrow." I hung up the phone, shaking my head. I sat down at the kitchen table and felt the uncomfortable wetness of my bathing suit against my skin. I could feel my dick soften a little and was glad for the relief. I was going to have to masturbate more if I was going to have these kinds of reactions to Jen.

I took another bite of my sandwich and looked down to inspect my semi-rigid dick. It was no longer leaking pre-cum, but the whole apparatus was slick. I ran my fingers around the slick head, noticing how things were jumping back to life. A large drop of pre-cum emerged and I spread it around with my fingers, enjoying the stimulation.

I jumped as my phone buzzed on the table. It was Mom.

"Hey, Mom," I said.

"Hi," she said. "Just checking in. Everything okay?"

"Yeah, just finishing lunch," I said. My hand was still on my dick, and I let go, realizing that I was talking to my mom.

"How's Jen," she asked.

"Okay, we were swimming, and now she's taking a nap out back."

"I hope she put on some sunblock," mom said, and I suddenly realized that she had not.

"I better go check on her," I said.

"Well, I'll be home in an hour. I've got to be back later tonight, and I don't have any more people lined up until then. Go check on her," she said, and hung up.

I headed out back. Sure enough, Jen was laying on her back, asleep, and her skin was a deep red.

"Shit," I whispered to myself as I got close. "Aunt Jen?" I ventured. She didn't move, so I nudged her gently.

"Ow," she said with a gasp, sitting up suddenly. She immediately realized what had happened. "Oh god, I'm fried."

"Come inside," I said, helping her up. She was still out of sorts from waking up suddenly, but she also winced from the sunburn. How long had she been out there, I wondered. With a jolt of guilt, I realized that in my eagerness to see her in a bikini, I had forgotten to offer her any sunblock. Jen wasn't used to the southern sun; we never went outside without sunblock. I had sat inside talking on the phone while she fried. "Sorry, I should've checked on you."

"It's ok," she said, wincing again as we got inside. "I think I'm going to lay down." Her back and legs were burned red, but even her front had sustained burned to some extent. She must had started off on her stomach and flipped over at some point.

"Mom's coming home soon," I said, grabbing my phone to text my mom what happened.

"Ok," she said, and headed to her room to lie down.

"How long was she out there?" Mom asked as she looked her over an hour later.

"Not sure, not that long," I said.

"Well, she's so pale, she didn't stand a chance without sunblock," she said clinically.

"I'm sorry," I said, looking down. I felt so guilty about ogling Jen. Had I not been checking out my own aunt, I would have had a level head. Because I had paid my dick more attention, she was laying on the bed, still in her bikini, red and miserable.

"Don't beat yourself up," Jen muttered from the bed. Her face was in the crook of her elbow and her hair covered her face completely. "I did this to myself. It's like our Mexico trip all over again."

"We both fried on that one," Mom said. "I was a junior in high school, and everyone called me lobster girl for a month. But I've got something for this. Prescription strength, but Will has to pick it up from the pharmacy," she said. "When he gets back I'll put this all over you and it will keep you from getting any more damage.

I flinched at the word 'damage'. Mom led me out of the room and fished through her bag for her prescription pad.

"I don't get to use this much," she said. "I'm usually carving people up. Now listen, Will, don't beat yourself up. Just run and get this and I'll fix her up."

I was on my way back from the pharmacy when my phone rang. I put it on speaker, as we lived in a hands-free phone city.

"Will, listen," mom said. "I've got to go back early. Emergency."

I knew the drill. Mom was a highly sought after surgeon, particularly in emergencies.

"I'm heading back now. Can you be a sweetheart and put that lotion on Jen for me? I'd do it, but I have to go now."

"Okay," I said, not really registering what she was asking for a moment.

Just as it hit me, she added, "Just get it everywhere. I know I'm asking a lot of you, but she can't do it herself or she'll miss something." Then, just to rib me, she added, "I bet you didn't think you'd be rubbing medicated lotion all over your aunt tonight. Just watch out, she's a little forward."

"Come on, mom," I said, "very funny."

"Alright," she said, laughing. "I'll see you later tonight."

When I got home, Jen was still laying on the bed, but I could see her face.

"Um, Mom said I was supposed to help you with this," I said tentatively.

"Yeah, thanks," she said with a weak smile. "Sorry."

"It's fine," I said, setting the large tub of lotion on the bedside table. "It's my fault you got burned so badly."

"It's no one's fault. But thank you for doing this." She shifted on the bed and said "will it be easier if you are on the bed?"

"Maybe," I said. "I'll try." I got on the bed next to her. She buried her head in her elbow again, and I took a good look at her. My hands trembled and despite myself I was getting hard. I cursed myself silently for my reaction.

"Just get it everywhere," she said. "Don't apologize, and don't worry where your hands end up. Your mom said to get every bit of red, and about an inch beyond to get everything." She then reached behind her back and pulled her bikini top knot. It came undone and her bikini top fell slack, revealing the sides of her tits. My dick throbbed in response.

"Well, get started," she said gently, settling herself in. I took the lotion and opened the lid. The tub was huge, and I put some of the cool lotion on my fingers. I hesitated. I wasn't sure how much pressure to put on her sunburn. And, also, I was about to put my hands on the woman I had been thinking about all day. My dick was already hard, and my hands shook slightly from nerves.

"Here," she said, reaching back and taking my hand. Gently she placed it on the small of her back. I could feel the heat from her skin as I made contact. "Now you don't have to be nervous."

I was grateful for her intervention, and set to work getting sunblock on her back. I started by her shoulders, which has been shielded somewhat by her hair, and worked over her arms. She stretched them out, sighing occasionally but otherwise lying still so I could work. I returned to her back, getting her sides as well. I ventured close to the soft tissue of her breasts but did not actually make contact. Flirting with the boundaries was enough to keep my erection going, and I had to surreptitiously adjust my erection several times as I worked the tingling lotion onto her skin.

"Does this hurt?" I asked at one point.

"No, only a little, but it hurts even if you don't touch me, so don't worry about it."

I moved down her back and stopped just before the small of her back rose again to meet her ass. Her butt was sticking up a little, a perfect bikini clad bubble. I switched position and got her legs, working from her ankles upward. As I moved up her legs she parted them slightly, and then more. I worked up her thighs, enjoying myself a little too much, but always staying away from her inner thighs. Her legs spread a little more and she spoke.

"Will, I hate to ask this, but can you get everywhere? I don't want to blister. Here," she said, and reached backward with a wince. She grabbed her bikini bottom and pulled upward and then downward. The effect was dramatic. She had pulled much of the fabric into her ass crack, exposing her ass cheeks, and then she had pulled it down, revealing two inches of her ass crack. I stared as her half-exposed butt, my hands trembling.

"Start with my thighs," she said, spreading her legs wide, so I was able to kneel between them. I looked down and sure enough I could see part of her labia poking out from her bikini on the sides. Blonde curls of pubic hair were visible on each side. Was she aware of how much I could see, and did she care? I guessed she was oblivious to the free show I was getting. "Go ahead," she said.

Carefully, I put lotion on her thighs, working outside and slowly cresting the top and working toward her inner thigh. She flinched once or twice, either from pain or perhaps it tickled. As I rubbed lotion her body moved under my hands, giving me larger and smaller glimpses of her labia. I was so hard that I could feel pre-cum running down my dick, and I was worried that my khaki shorts might show through if I wore them much longer.

"Alright, can you get my butt?" she asked. I hesitated for a second and she added, "I'm giving you permission, get everything you can see," she said, and wiggled her butt slowly. It was too much. I crossed to her other side, away from her face, and adjusted myself. Sure enough, a wet spot was forming on my shorts. I adjusted myself again and pulled my shirt lower, hoping to hide the evidence. I put more lotion on my hands, and put my hands on her ass. I rested them there for a split second, enjoying the feel of her bubble butt under my palms, but quickly started applying lotion. I massaged her ass, and she sighed. Much of her skin was visible after she wedged herself, and I marveled at how her ass moved as I massaged her skin.

She drifted off to sleep and I kept rubbing her ass. As I did more fabric pulled into her ass cheeks, and I never wanted to stop. It was only after I heard an "ahem?" that I snapped out of it. There was mom, in her scrubs, leaning against the door.

"Asleep?" Mom whispered. I nodded. She beckoned me to come over to her. I carefully got up, turning around and sliding off the far side of the bed in order to make sure my shirt was pulled down low. I hoped to god that my erection wasn't obvious. Mom put the lid on the lotion and I followed her out of the room.

"That was fast," I said.

"I've been gone for hours," Mom said. "Have you been in there the whole time?"

I looked down at my watch, and noticed that she was right.

"Hungry?" she asked.

"Yeah, are you?"

She nodded, "That was nice of you, by the way."

"Oh, it was no big deal," I muttered.

"Clearly, to have done it for so long," she said, fishing through the refrigerator. "Looks like you got an eyeful as well."

I said nothing, but I could feel my face turning red. She laughed quietly. "I'm just teasing." She pulled out leftover pizza from the night before. "Sorry, it's not the greatest dinner."

"You were busy," I said, pulling plates out.

"So were you," she joked. "Put on a bathing suit and come eat this outside with me." She headed to her room, and I went up to mine. I peeled off my clothes, my shorts and boxers coated with pre-cum. I knew I should probably jerk off but I didn't want to keep mom waiting. I had never gone this aroused for this long without taking action. I pulled on my suit, and headed outside. Mom had changed into her usual one-piece swimsuit, a piece of pizza on her plate.

"Jen's going to feel that burn tomorrow," she said as I sat down and took a piece of pizza.

"Yeah, it looks bad," I said. "I should have told her to put on sunblock."

"Knowing Jen, she wouldn't have done it anyway," she sighed. "She flies by instinct." Mom sat back, taking a bite and looking pensive. I too was lost in thought. My near-constant arousal had sparked some primal instinct. I was looking at my Mom's tits, straining her bathing suit and the slight amount of cleavage visible. I shook my head, trying to clear my head. What was I thinking?

"Everything okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said, trying to maintain eye contact. She looked at me for a moment and then took a sip of water before standing up and stretching. She had a really flat stomach for her age, and her tits were compressed in her bathing suit, and I wondered what she'd look like in a bikini, or with nothing at all. She turned to go to the water, and my eyes followed her ass the whole way. Like Aunt Jen, her butt was firm and round, and just the right size. My dick twitched and I wondered what was wrong with me.

Yes, I was adopted, but wasn't I also her son? Was I abnormal? The answer came to me from deep in my subconscious, bubbling up from the depths after years of repression. I was normal, she was an attractive woman to whom I had no genetic relation. I loved my mom more than anything, but there was no reason why I could not objectively enjoy how she looked. I told myself this repeatedly as I got up and headed over to the pool. I took a running start and jumped over her, landing in a ball and splashing her.

She splashed me back and swam off laughing. I laughed, splashing again, and we swam for a while and talked. Our conversation was normal, which was comforting despite my animalistic urges. It wasn't until the conversation turned to Aunt Jen that things got strange.

"So, that rubdown," she said, pausing.

"Yeah," I said, blushing and avoiding her eyes.

"Was that her idea?" she asked. "The amount of coverage."

"She said I should get everyway and past the burn as well."

"She's right," Mom said, musing. "That's a lot of skin."

"Well, it was your idea," I said, smirking.

"True," she agreed. "But was it weird for you?"

"A little," I said, and she laughed. "I mean, at first. After a while I got used to it."

"And she wasn't wearing very much. I could never pull off a bikini like that," Mom said.

"Sure, you could," I said, again cursing myself inside. I needed a better filter between my brain and mouth, if my brain was even part of the equation anymore. I seemed to be doing my thinking with something else.

"Very sweet of you, but I doubt it," she said, splashing me. I splashed her back, and she laughed and swam away from me, toward the steps. I swam after her, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her under with me. She laughed as we went down, our bodies pressed together as we play struggled. I went rigid in terror as I realized that her ass was pressed against me, and my left hand was accidentally cupping half her breast. My dick, erect and throbbing, was pressed against her soft ass. She too had stopped moving as we sank to the bottom of the pool. I let go of her and she swam to the surface.

When I broke the surface, she was treading water. Her face betrayed nothing, and when she spoke it was nonchalant.

"It's late," she said, looking at her watch. "I need to shower and get some sleep. Long day tomorrow."

I nodded, and she splashed me playfully one more time before swimming to the ladder. I hesitated, following her out only after she was halfway to the back door. I gathered up dinner, throwing away the mess and heading to my room. I was naked before I was three steps into my room, and I turned off the light and fell onto my bed. I was hard, oozing pre-cum, and dying for release. Without hesitation I wrapped my fingers around the shaft of my dick, using my pre-cum for lubrication as I stroked myself. I thought about Jen, her bikini wedged into her ass, my hands all over her, the feel of her skin against mine. I was close to coming, and my thoughts suddenly shifted to Mom's tits in her bathing suit, on how her ass swayed as she walked, and I came.

I came more than any other time in my life. I kept coming, until my penis finally shrank completely and my heart stopped racing. I lay there, letting my cum run down the sides of my body, a thick pool of it covering my pubic hair. I was a disaster, my whole body spent, as I drifted off to sleep, my thoughts a blur.

Chapter 2

I woke up late the next morning. I grabbed my glasses and propped myself up. I was covered in dried cum, the telltale signs all over me. I sat up and realized with a jolt that in my haste to relieve my tension last night I had left the door halfway open all night. I pulled on shorts and put on a shirt, making sure no dried cum was visible, and looked out the window. It was early. Mom was still on her morning swim, but was getting out of the water. I watched, enjoying the view of her cleavage from the second floor, but as she entered the house I headed down the hall. Jen's door was closed, and she was most likely still asleep. Had mom ventured down the hall this morning and seen me sleeping naked like that? If she had, did she investigate closer and see what looked like an explosion of cum in my bed?

As I rounded the corner I saw her coming up the stairs. The look on her face seemed to indicate that she had not, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Of course, there was nothing wrong with masturbation, but I still winced at the idea of being on display like that all morning. Mom was drying her hair with her towel, and she smiled and whispered.

"Jen still asleep?" she said.

I nodded, and she nodded back. She met me at the top of the stairs, and motioned for me to come with her. I followed her to her room, stepping inside and sitting on the edge of her bed as she motioned me to take a seat.

"I was thinking about what you said last night," she said.

"What part?" I asked.

She bit her lip, pausing. "You said I could pull off a bikini. Did you mean it?"

"Of course I meant it," I said. I rarely lied to Mom, and when I did it was minor, a white lie here and there to keep out of trouble. But on major things, I always told her the truth. "What's holding you back? I mean, no offense but I can see most of you in that swimsuit anyway."

"I'm just wondering if I have the stomach for it," she said. "Literally." She paused, looking at me for a moment, and then turned around. She took her bathing suit straps and pulled them down, sliding the whole thing down to her waist. She stopped just past the dimples on her lower back. I could see the sides of her tits, and wished there was a mirror that would show me the front of her. Slowly, as if she was preparing herself, she put her hands on her tits, and turned around.

I stared at my mom. Her hands covered most of her tits but there was no way she could contain them like that. Her bathing suit was bunched up around her waist, and she stood and looked at me, waiting. "Well?" she said, her voice betraying how nervous she was.

"Definitely, you should go buy a bikini today," I said. "You look great."

She laughed, her tits jiggling in her hand. She turned to her side, giving me another view before facing me again. "You think so? Or are you just being nice?"

"Yes," I said emphatically. She laughed again and her hands shifted. More of her tits spilled out, but she was still covered. I wanted her to do anything that would require her to let go. I don't know why, but my desire to see her tits blocked out any feelings of weirdness about standing ten feet from my semi-topless mom.

"Well, thank you," she said with a small grin. She turned around and pulled her suit back up, taking time to stuff her tits back in. I was a little sad to see her turn around covered up, but she was beaming at me. "Listen, can you do me one more favor?" she asked.

"Of course," I said. "What is it?"

"Well, two favors. First, I am going to run some errands since I'm not working until mid-day. Can you put that lotion on Jen again? And, second, don't tell her I just did that."

"Deal, I won't say a word," I said. She smiled and walked me to the door of her room. She smiled, her eyes sparkling, and she shut the door behind me. I walked with a new sense of purpose down the hall. I didn't know what was happening, but I liked it. My dick liked it even more. Before knocking on Jen's door I felt pre-cum drip onto my thigh. I was only semi-hard, almost like I was waiting for another monster orgasm at the end of the day.

"Come in," Jen said when I knocked gently. I opened the door to find the shutters open and her room bathed in bright sunlight. Jen was laying face down under a white sheet, her bubble butt under an apex of soft fabric.

"Mom asked me to put this on you," I said, indicating the tub of medication. "If that's fine with you," I added.

"Of course," she said. "And thank you for doing it."

I walked over and picked up the tub. Jen squirmed on the bed, reaching behind her and pulling the sheet down. She was topless, the sides of her tits visible. I sat down next to her, and realized that she was completely naked under the sheet, the top of her ass just visible to me.

As if reading my mind, she spoke, "The burn hurt too much to wear anything last night. I figured you could just put lotion on under the sheet, if that's okay with you."

I swallowed and managed to say "okay," without croaking.

"Unless touching me naked is gross," she said with a smirk as she settled her head down on the bed.

"I'll manage, somehow," I said with a fake sigh. I started to lotion her back. Her skin didn't feel as hot as it did the day before, but it looked like a deeper red. She winced occasionally, and I apologized and worked carefully. I worked lotion into her sides, daring myself to touch the soft sides of her breasts, but I could not summon the nerve to do it. The last thing I wanted was for my aunt to get the idea that I was enjoying myself. But she was determined the keep up the playful banter.

"This feels so good," she said with a sigh. She squirmed a little, her butt flexing under the covers.

"So are you going to stay in bed all day?" I asked as I worked down her back. I was at the small of her back, slowly working toward her ass.

"No, but my options are to go around naked or wear this sheet," she said, smirking again. "What do you think of my options?"

"It's up to you," I said. "I'm just here to help you out."

"Then I'll have to think about it," she said. She scooted a little bit, nudging me to keep moving south. "Get everything, please."

"You're naked," I said.

"Under the sheet, so you won't see anything," she said. She wiggled her butt again and I gave in to instinct. I put more lotion on my hands and slid them under the sheet. I couldn't see where the burn ended, so I rubbed my hands all over her ass. As I did she spread her legs, pulling the sheet further down, exposing another inch or two of skin.

I kept rubbing, feeling up her ass more than anything else, and she let me. After a while I moved, pulling the sheet on her legs aside. Her ass was still covered, mostly, but I worked lotion all over her legs, then returned my hands to her ass. She said nothing as I continued to massage her ass, occasionally looking at me but most of the time closing her eyes halfway. My hand ran down her ass, inches from her pussy, and I wanted more than anything to cross those last few inches and touch her in the most intimate way.

I was lost in my thoughts when I heard my mom in the hallway. "I'm going to run some errands." I looked up at her, both of my hands under the sheet and clearly on her sister's ass. Mom just waved, making a motion with her hand to "keep going" and waved. We heard her leave the house when Aunt Jen shifted on the bed. I took my hands off her ass as she pulled the sheet up her back. I thought our session was over and found myself irrationally upset that we were done. Instead, she rolled onto her back, keeping her body covered with the sheet. She winced as her back made contact with the bed.

She looked so amazing under the sheet, the shape of her tits and hips hinted at by the folds and valleys of cotton. "My front is not as bad as my back, but I burned there too," she said. She pulled the sheet so it was tucked in her arms, and I could see how red she was. "Can you get my front, too, including my face?"

"Um, okay," I said, panicked. Yes, I had just felt up her ass, but the front was a whole different level.

"I could do the front myself," she admitted, "but you do such a good job, it's very relaxing, like a free massage," she said, laughing. Her tits swayed as she laughed, causing my dick to throb.

I nodded. I was dumbstruck, in shock over what was happening. I started with her shins, moving under the sheet over her thighs. She spread her legs a little and I worked her entire thighs, inching closer to her pussy. I knew I was close, and I could feel the heat of her skin radiating, calling me.

Needing a change, I took some lotion and gently applied it to her face. She sighed and closed her eyes. I gently rubbed her forhead, her small nose, her cheeks that retained their youthful spring. I worked her neck, then slowly crossed her collarbones. I was gently rubbing lotion on the slow rise that sloped up to her breasts, and she said nothing. My left hand ventured a little over to the top of her left tit, still far away from the main part, when she shifted upward.

It seemed like a random movement, she had made some already to relieve her back a little. The result, this time, was that my hand moved away and when it returned to its original spot it landed square on her nipple. My hand was on her tit.

"Sorry," she said, "I can't stop fidgeting."

"I should be apologizing," I said, moving my hand.

"It's fine," she said. "No need to feel weird. You're doing me a real service." I worked around her breast again and she shifted a second time. Again my hand was on her tit, and she laughed. "Okay, that was on purpose," she said. "I shouldn't mess with you."

My hand was on her tit, and I didn't move it. Instead I moved the other hand onto her other side, my hands rubbing both of her tits. Her nipples were hard under my lotioned palms. When I pulled away to apply more lotion to my hands, she waited with eyebrows raised. I slid my hand under the sheet directly onto her tits without hesitation. She sighed, closing her eyes as I felt up her tits, barely pretending to lotion them. I didn't know what was happening, but I wasn't dumb enough to question it. My last girlfriend has let me feel her tits, and it was divine, but nothing like this. Jen's were bigger, and she was my Aunt—adopted or not—which made it even more erotic.

"Will," she said, "as relaxing as this is, can you get my stomach too?"

"Yeah, of course...sorry," I said.

"No need to apologize," she said. I moved past her tits reluctantly, noting how hard her nipples were under the sheet. I rubbed more lotion on my hands and slid them under the side of the sheet. As I did she sighed, and I worked slowly downward. I moved slowly, getting her skin covered, until I hit where her bikini must have started.

"Okay," she said softly. "I think you got everything." I withdrew my hands, and she sat up, wrapping the sheet around herself. She took her hands in mine, holding them up and looking at them. "I think I am going to make you my servant," she joked.

"I prefer masseuse," I said. She laughed, and slid off the bed, her sheet wrapped around her body like a makeshift dress.

"Well, I prefer massage servant, it has a nicer ring," she said. She bent down to kiss my forehead, and thanked me. She turned and walked to the bathroom, her back showing from an opening in the sheet. I waited until she went into the bathroom to look down on the mattress. I knew I was aroused, but as I looked down on the mattress and saw a wet spot where her pussy had been, I knew she had enjoyed her massage a little too much. I touched the slick fluid, feeling it with my fingers for a second. I walked on wobbly legs out the door, my erection uncomfortable and my shorts wet inside.

I went downstairs and finally ate, hoping to distract myself a little. It was a failed effort; I had had my hands all over her bare ass and tits, and she had gotten wet because of it. I was so hard, and my thoughts were racing around Jen, and my mom holding her tits. I was giving in to impulse, I knew, but I didn't care.

When mom came home, Jen came downstairs, wrapped in a sheet. She winked at me as she came into the kitchen. I felt a jolt when I realized she might still be wet, because I was still hard. Mom and Jen talked about some restaurant they were going to try that evening, and I snuck glances at Jen's sheet-clad body as I planned my own evening with friends. Eventually mom went upstairs and Jen sat down painfully on the couch, her sheet covering most of her as she settled in for what looked like a nap.

I heard my name being called gently from upstairs so I headed up to see Mom. She was in her room, and when I entered she was in the bathroom. She called for me to sit on the bed, and I did, and she opened the door and stepped out slowly. She was blushing, embarrassed by the very low-rise bikini she was wearing. It was not something you'd wear to a public pool, but we had our own so who cared? It was black, and barely contained her tits.

"What do you think? Be honest? Is the one piece better?"

"Can you turn around?" I asked with a smirk.

"Pervert," she said, but she did turn around slowly. I almost died when I got a view of her ass straining against the triangle of fabric. She finished her revolution and put her hands on her hips. "Well?"

"You look amazing," I said.

"Is my butt too big?" she asked, turning again.

"No!" I blurted out, causing her to laugh. She ran her hand through her hair nervously.

"If you're sure, then I have another one." She stepped into the bathroom again and emerged with a second bikini. This one was blue and white stripped. The bottom was even smaller. She set the black bikini on the counter. In her other hand she held the straps behind her back untied.

"Come here, and help me," she said.

I hesitated. I didn't want to stand up. She looked at me and put it together.

"Just stand up and come here," she said kindly. "I don't care, it's a normal reaction. Everyone gets them."

"It's not as obvious when a girl does," I said.

"Well if it makes it less embarrassing..." she said, letting go of her bikini straps. My mouth opened as her top fell to the floor. I stared at my mom's tits, awestruck. They were magnificent, with pert nipples. They were bigger than I had imagined, and hung with a firm gravity that made we want to cup them, to kiss them. She stood there, chest heaving, her eyes locked on me as she gestured to her hard nipples. "See? It's normal. Now stand up and come here."

I stood up, painfully aware of my erection pitching a tent in my shorts. I walked over to her, my dick leading the way. She waited for me, her hands on her hips, tits on display. She looked down at my erection just as I looked at her tits.

We stood there, her chest heaving and my dick throbbing, for what felt like forever. Finally, she laughed. "This is a little weird."

"Yeah," I said. "A little."

"But not too weird, right?" she asked, searching.

"I'm not asking you to stop," I said, making her laugh again.

"I didn't think you would," she said with a smirk. "Think you've seen enough? I've got to shower before Jen and I head out."

"Yeah," I croaked. "I guess."

She stepped forward and gave me a hug. Her tits pressed against my shirt as I put my hands around her bare back. She stepped back, her face inscrutable, and turned and headed to her bathroom. She stopped, looking over her shoulder with her back to me. She grinned mischievously, and pulled at the strings of her bikini bottom. She wiggled and it fell to the floor, her eyes trailing down to look at before she looked back up at me. I stared at her ass, my dick throbbing, as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

I heard the water running and I looked down at the striped bikini bottom sitting on the floor. I bent over, on an impulse, and picked it up. I left the room quickly, shutting my bedroom door and flopping onto my bed. Her bikini in hand, I freed my swollen member and began stroking, thinking about her body, about my hands on her sister. I came quickly, exploding into her bikini. The fabric grew damp and warm in my hand as I soaked it in cum. I sat up, cleaning myself off with it and hiding it under my sheet as my body recovered from the intense climax.

My mom had just stripped for me. I had just felt up my aunt. What the hell was happening?

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning naked. I had jerked off three times throughout the night, each time coming on her bikini bottom. It was stiff with my dried cum. I tossed it lazily toward my laundry basket but missed. I made a note to pick it up and toss it into the washer as soon as possible, but when I wandered into the shower, all I could think about was the events of the day before, and wondering where today would lead. It seemed like anything was possible, and as I showered my mind raced.

My mom had sent a text while I was in the shower, asking me to check on Jen, and that she was going to work early. I grinned, pulling on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, and heading down the hall, all other thoughts driven from my head.

As I knocked on her door, I expected Jen to be up and waiting for me. She was, her ass covered by a sheet but otherwise naked, the sides of her tits showing as she lay on her stomach. She looked over at me and smiled as I approached. I sat down on the bed, looking her over.

"I look terrible," she said. She was peeling all over, her skin patches of tan, red, and white. I picked up the lotion, looking her over again.

"Flip over," I said gently. She paused, but I took the sheet and gently pulled if off of her, exposing her bare ass. Understanding, she rolled onto her back, her tits and pussy on display. She kept a neat bush, not too small and not overgrown. She looked at me, saying nothing, acting like this was completely normal.

"How bad do I look?" she asked, biting her lip.

"I'll need to get this everywhere," I said, brandishing the tub of lotion. She stretched and adjusted her pillow, her tits jiggling. I was about to get to work when she stopped me.

"Wait," she said gently, putting her hand on mine just as I was about to put lotion on it. "I have a request." I was expecting her to put a stipulation on where I could touch, but she just said, "take off your clothes. It's only fair."

"Fair?" I asked coyly.

"Yes, fair," she said. "I'm naked, you're seeing the whole show. Besides, I've already seen you naked in the morning. It's not like I haven't seen it."

"Well," I said as I stood up and took off my shirt. "You haven't seen it like this." I took off my shorts, my erect dick springing out and bobbing in the air in front of her. Her eyes were locked on it as she leaned back and gestured to her body with her hand.

"Get to work," she said with a grin, and closed her eyes. I knelt on the bed next to her, my dick throbbing as I put lotion on my hands. At this stage, I wasn't even sure if the lotion was helping, and I didn't care. I immediately went for her breasts, massaging lotion into them with both hands. I worked slowly, enjoying the feel and sights, moving to get her shoulders or stomach but always returning to her tits. I ventured a little and gently rolled her hard nipple between my fingers. She kept her eyes closed but squirmed as I touched her like that. I kept at it for a minute or two, then slid my hands down her stomach. Her breathing deepened as I traveled downward, finally touching her pubic hair.

"Roll over," I said gently, taking my hands off her. She opened her eyes and gave me a slightly disappointed look, but did as I asked. I knelt over her, rubbing her back gently, finally moving to her ass. As I did she spread her legs slightly, slowly raising her ass and spreading her legs more as I massaged her ass. I could see her pussy, wet, soaking the sheet she was laying on. My own pre-cum was dripping off my dick, a long, clear strand making contact with her ass cheek as I massaged her.

So far, everything had happened as I hoped it would. Thinking about how free she had been with her body, I took a calculated risk. Failure would mean unspeakable agony. Success? Well it was worth it for that. I took my hand, cupping her ass, giving her a gently squeeze. She said nothing, and I ran my hand down her ass, between her thighs, and over her pussy.

I braced myself, ready for her to yell and freak out as my hand slid over her slick labia and damp pubic hair. Instead, she moaned, and lifted her ass higher, spreading her legs more, giving me access. She moaned again as my fingers slid back and forth over her labia, coating me with her wetness.

I kept rubbing Jen's pussy, feeling light headed as she bucked her hips back, raising her ass even more. I took another risk, although I figured at this point it was almost a sure thing, and slid two fingers into her as my other hand focused on her clit.

The effect as almost instantaneous. Jen grunted, a primal, animal-like sound, and started thrusting backward, fucking my fingers as I rubbed her clit. She thrashed around, like she was in heat, her lust controlling her, as I fingered and rubbed her. I hit the upper inside wall of her vagina and she went wild, her entire body shuddering.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, and I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers as she came. I kept rubbing as she thrashed and bucked and moaned so loudly that I was glad mom was working. My hands were slick with her wetness and her ass jiggled violently as she came. I sank my fingers deep and rubbed her clit even faster, and she spread her legs wide and whimpered as her body thrashed on the bed. She suddenly blurted out "stop, please stop!" and I took my hands away quickly, putting them up in the air and feeling foolish for doing so.

She rolled over, her face flush and her eyes half closed. "Sorry," she said. "I couldn't take any more...it's been so long, and..."

Suddenly she pulled me down next to her on the bed. We were kissing, our bodies pressed together. My slick fingers found her ass and tits and she wrapped her hands around my dick. Her tongue flicked against mine as she stroked, her hands soft yet confident in their motion. I was so aroused that it took very little to get me off, and I came quickly, panting as I exploded in her hands.

Cum shot all over Jen's tits and stomach as she stroked me. She kept kissing me, violently, greedily, as she stroked every last bit of cum out of me. I ached from all of the orgasms I had over the last few days, but it was by far the best one yet. Finally spent, she broke away from me, laying on her back. She looked even more beautiful, covered in my semen, her pussy swollen and pink from getting fingered, her chest heaving.

"Well," she said. "That was fun."

"Yeah," I said.

"Was it weird?" she asked tentatively.

"No," I said. "Surprisingly not."

"Good," she said. "Just don't tell my sister." And with that, her hand resting lazily on a puddle of cum on her stomach, she closed her eyes, letting me know she wanted to rest.

I had another text from mom waiting for me when I got to my room. I sat down heavily on the bed, my dick dangling between my legs, finally satiated. Jerking off on my own had only kept things at bay; getting a handjob from Jen had truly spent my energy in a way I could not have anticipated. I supposed to taboo aspect of fingering one's aunt elevated the experience. Part of me still did not believe it had happened, despite all the evidence.

Mom's text asked me to join her for lunch. I looked at my watch, and took my time getting ready. As I got dressed I thought about Jen, and how willing she had been. I felt certain that it would happen, and soon. I felt my dick slowly resurrecting just thinking about the possibilities. When I left Jen was in her shower, I could hear her singing as the water ran. I called out that I was leaving, and headed to meet mom.

I had been bringing her lunch at the hospital for years. Everyone thought it was cute when I was younger, carrying up a lunch for her from the doctors' suite. The nurses still thought it was cute, and they all smiled and waved as I brought two boxed lunches down to her office. She was in scrubs, her tennis shoes propped up on her desk. She looked tired, but brightened up she saw me.

"Thanks," she said sweetly, taking the food and setting it on the desk between us. I started opening the boxes, and she looked around, nodding at my food choices. "All my favorites," she said, smiling.

"It's the least I could do," I said, feeling mildly guilty that I had just gotten off with her sister a few hours beforehand. Mom seemed not to mind Jen flaunting her body in front of me, and had seen my reaction to it yesterday, but one had to wonder how free-spirited mom was.

We ate, making small talk. Mom had performed three procedures that morning and had a two-hour break. She would be working late, and asked me to look after Jen.

"I think she was going to visit some friends of hers later," I said.

"Oh, good. I don't want you to feel obligated to entertain her. She's self-sufficient."

"Yeah," I said. "It's not a burden or anything. I don't mind."

"Ha," Mom said. "You don't mind because her tits are practically hanging out."

I choked on my drink, and she laughed and apologized. "Sorry," she said, "didn't mean to lay that on you like that."

"It's ok," I said, recovering. "Besides, you're one to talk. Yours were hanging out. So was your butt."

"True," she mused, biting her sandwich. She paused a moment before taking a drink of her tea and adding, "I was just curious, had you seen someone naked before?"

"Only on the internet," I admitted. "But it was much better in person."

"Even if it was me?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, then quickly added, "of course. You know, my friends give me grief all the time, they talk about how hot you are."

"Go on," she said, grinning.

"Well, just the usual teen brain at work. Comments. Your butt is a favorite topic."

"A favorite of yours, too," she said. "You did seem to enjoy it yesterday."

"I did," I admitted, blushing. She smiled, saying nothing for a while.

We finished lunch, and she sat up. I started to pack up the boxes but she stopped me. "Wait a second, can you help me with a little experiment?"

"Sure," I said.

"It's weird," she said, "fair warning." I nodded, and then she sat back and said, "can you take off your clothes?" I paused, surprised, and she said, "please."

It was odd, stripping off my clothes like that, but she had done the same thing yesterday, and I thought of that while I took off all my clothes. I paused midway, locking her office door, and then took off my shorts. I stood in front of her, completely naked, and she looked at me, almost clinically.

"What's the experiment?" I asked, a little nervous.

"Yesterday," she said, standing up, "you were pretty hard, it was obvious. But I didn't know if that was because I was naked, or because you had just felt up my sister while giving her a massage." She looked at my semi-flaccid dick, and then slipped the top of her scrubs over her head. She had a sports bra on, and she slipped that off, too, her tits making my dick harden. She slipped her pants and underwear off in one motion, and kicked off her shoes and socks. She was completely naked, two feet from me.

She had a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair, and a very fit body. I took it all in, greedily, wondering if this was going to be an ongoing thing with her. My eyes were all over her but hers were on my dick, which was rapidly growing and pointing up at her. Each heartbeat made it throb. I was fully erect, my head a little light as I looked her over. She turned slowly, letting me get a good look at her full ass, then turned to face me. "So, I can make you hard on my own."

"Very hard," I said, and she blushed.

"Really?" she said. Suddenly her phone buzzed, and she blushed and walked over to her desk to answer it. I watched her ass sway as she walked, but then stopped cold when my eyes ran down and looked at her scrubs on the floor. I had expected her to be wearing underwear, and had paid them no attention as she stripped them off. But instead of underwear, she had been wearing a bikini bottom. The striped one I had borrowed. I looked at it as she replied to a text, and I could see my dried cum all over it. I remembered throwing it and missing the laundry, but in my haste to see Jen I had not realized it was gone from my bedroom floor. Mom had been wearing a cum-splattered bikini all day.

"Sorry," she said, setting the phone down. "They were just letting me know they are bumping a procedure up, I've got thirty minutes only."

I took another calculated risk. I stepped up behind her and pressed myself against her. She uttered a gasp of surprised as my dick nestled into her ass crack, pointing straight up as my hands reached around her. My left hand found her tits, while my right hand moved down her stomach. She said nothing until I reached her pubic hair. It was faint, less than a whisper. "Do it. It's been so long," she said, and I slid my hand down her labia.

She was soaked.

Mom leaned her head back on me as I rubbed her clit, my hand already slick. My other hand squeezed one tit gently, and I slowly thrust against her body, fucking her ass crack. Her ass was so round, and thrusting against it like that felt like nothing I had ever experienced. I listened to her breathing, letting her body dictate the motion of my fingers. I worked swiftly, focused on her, thrusting against her ass on instinct.

"Will," she whispered, "I'm coming." And she sighed softly, her body tensing up. I kept rubbing her. She was controlled, unlike her sister, no doubt trying to keep quiet to avoid alerting anyone nearby. Her hand found my left, and she pressed my hand against her breast as I kept rubbing her clit. I gently pinched her nipple, still rubbing her and thrusting against her. She came a second time, this time letting out a whimper as her legs buckled a little.

She pulled my hand away from her pussy and I kept fucking her ass crack. She reached down and rubbed herself as I fucked her ass cheeks. I looked down and saw the head of my dick disappearing into her soft ass, only to reappear with each stroke. I was close to coming, and as her third orgasm took her I shot cum up her back. I came hard, each pulse shooting cum up her back and onto her ass. I kept going, until I had covered her back and ass with cum. I stepped back, my dick slowly softening, as she finished her orgasm and straightened up.

Mom reached down and picked up the bikini. It had become less stiff from being worn all day. She turned it inside out, and wiped her back and butt. She took her time, cleaning herself off. Then, to my surprise, she slipped it back on. I shuddered, it was so sexy. She pulled her sports bra on, and I too got dressed in silence. When we were both dressed, she kissed me once on the cheek.

"I'm sorry, but I have to go get ready."

"It's ok," I said, "I can clean up the mess from lunch."

She laughed, "I have to admit, I didn't expect the experiment to work so well. I just thought I'd see if I could get you hard."

"It worked," I said.

She kissed me once on the cheek, as she had always done. "Don't tell my sister about our little adventure, okay? She's the competitive type."

"Off to save the world?" I asked as she picked up her phone.

"You know it," she said. "See you tonight." And with that, she left, heading down to the surgical unit.

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Chapter 1

My tenth-grade health teacher, Mrs. Hernandez, had told us that "sex changes everything." She had stood at her little podium, adjusting her glasses as she leaned in and glowered at us. "Don't get technical with what is, and what is not, sex," she had said. "Once you get physical, it's all different." She had meant it as a scare tactic, but she was right, in some ways. In any relationship, once a certain boundary was crossed, it was hard to go backward, and what becomes the new normal makes the old feel alien.

I thought of that lecture as I sat on the kitchen counter, slowly peeling an orange for my breakfast. Health class was two years ago, and I had forgotten those words until now. My mom was routing through the refrigerator, and I was trying to get her attention. She closed the door, avoiding my eye contact, and tossed a yogurt into her lunch. She was dressed in dark blue scrubs, her hair up in a ponytail, her eyes steadfastly focused on anything and everything except for me.

Once you get physical, it's all different.

Mom had been odd when she came home last night, barely talking and going to bed early. She had avoided me, as well as her sister Jen, as much as possible, claiming she was tired. To be fair, she worked hard and a day full of surgeries did usually leave her exhausted. But even on those longest days she had time for me. She had adopted me as an infant, and for our whole leaves it was the two of us, until a week ago when her sister Jen moved in after a divorce. Now, the house seemed empty as she avoided me.

It wasn't fatigue that kept her now busily searching for something in a cabinet before she left for work. I knew she was avoiding talking about, or repeating or little experiment from yesterday. We had stood naked in front of each other in her office, until I rubbed up against her, making her come and spurting semen all over her back and ass. Little things like that tended to change everything.

"Mom," I ventured once again.

"Hmm?" she said, not looking at me as she grabbed the last few things she needed. "Gotta run, Will, I've got a full schedule today."

"I know," I said, hoping to keep her for a minute, "I just thought..."

She looked at me fleetingly, but swept up her bag and said, "I'll be home after dinner. When I get home, we'll catch up."

Catch up. As if we were swapping stories about our day. About which nurse did what mistake, or who I hung out with. It was plain, she did not want to talk to me, or spend time alone. I felt angry, but tried my best to conceal it. She looked at me plaintively, and was about to turn to leave, when Jen came downstairs.

Jen looked like mom, fit but curvy, with a bubble butt and large breasts. She trotted down the stairs and my eyes followed. She was barely dressed, wearing black running shorts and a red sports bra. The sports bra strained to keep her top enclosed. I stared, and she smirked as she caught my eye.

Mom stopped, setting her bag down on the counter. So much for being in a rush, I thought. "You look...energetic today."

"I am," Jen said, swooping into the kitchen and taking my peeled orange out of my hand. She grinned at me as she took a wedge and ate it. "That sunburn is gone, and I'm ready to paint my room."

"Dressed like that?" Mom said, eyeing Jen's outfit.

"Of course not," Jen said, "I'm going to work out in the back yard first. I'm going to use sunblock, this time." She grinned at me quickly. Jen's nasty sunburn the week before had led me to put lotion all over her, day after day, with my hands getting to explore more of her with each application. Part of me was going to miss getting to touch her like that; well, all of me was going to miss it. She looked at her sister and continued, "is it a problem?"

"No, it's fine," Mom said, hesitating. She looked at me closely for the first time since the night before. "Although I don't know if it's okay for you..."

"It's fine," Jen and I said together, both of us suppressing a laugh. Mom eyed us both, and I was grateful that I was sitting down; Jen's outfit already had me hard.

"He's seen more of me than this," Jen said, casually adding, "you know, bikinis and stuff."

Mom nodded. I had seen more of both of them, and she knew it. She paused, but regained her composure and then said goodbye and left the house. Jen continued to steal my orange before she finally said "What's up with Maggie? She was like that last night."

"No idea," I lied. Mom was always reserved, until the last few days. I had thought that the two of us bucking like animals in her office would be a step forward, not a step back. I had cum all over her; maybe it cemented things for her, made her aware of just how taboo it was to strip down in front of your son—adopted or not. Maybe it was too much for her, but then she had worn a bikini covered in my dried cum all day before I visited her office. Maybe she was confused; I was.

As stung as I was by Mom's behavior, Jen's body was slowly improving my mood. She listed off the things we still needed from the hardware store, and left to go work out in the backyard. My phone rang and some friends of mine invited me to hang out. As much as I wanted to stay with Jen all day, I did have a life and needed to live it. Besides, Jen would be there when I got home. I joined her out back as she finished a glorious back stretch.

"What's up?" she asked as she paused with her hands on her hips.

"I'm going to a friend's house for a while, if that's cool with you."

"You can do whatever you like, of course it's fine," she laughed. "I'm not your mother."

"True, you're my aunt."

"When you call me that," she said, "does it make you feel weird?"

"No," I said.

"How does it make you feel?" she asked, taking a step closer.

"Dirty," I replied with a grin.

"Good answer," she replied. Then without hesitation she grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and pulled it up. Her tits were free as she pulled it over her head and tossed it onto a chair. She kicked off her shorts and was naked. She pulled me close and pressed her body against me.

"Now that my sunburn's gone I need to find a flimsy excuse to get you to put your hands on me," she whispered in my ear. I gently grabbed her ass and pulled her even closer, our bodies sandwiched together.

"No excuse needed," I said back.

"Good," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "Go have fun. I'm going to finish working out and I'll meet you later to buy paint." She picked up the sunblock and handed it to me. "Do you want to help me keep from getting a sunburn?"

I grinned, taking the sunblock from her and gesturing to a chair.

It was hard concentrating on conversations at my friend Kevin's house. He invited a few friends over and we played video games and talked about our upcoming senior year. My mind was kept wandering back to the morning, where I had lotioned Jen's tits and stomach, pausing to rub her legs and pussy before she flipped over and let me get her back and ass. I spent a lot of time on her ass, and was slowly working my way to her pussy from the back side when she sent me off so I wouldn't be too late to meet Kevin. The look on her face let me know we'd get to resume our activities later.

Of course, what didn't help my poor brain was the knowledge that Jen was completely sex-starved and willing to do unspeaking things with me. Yes, she was my aunt, but I shared no genetic material with her, and while I knew that what we were doing was wrong, it was better than jerking off twice a day thinking about her.

Jen sent me a text mid-day asking me to meet her at the hardware store. I left Kevin's house and headed out to meet her. She was waiting for me by the entrance when I pulled up, dressed in a tight tank top and a short, pleated skirt. The tank top had a deep neckline, and her cleavage seemed to go on forever.

"I hope I didn't interrupt anything at your friend's house," she said as we walked in together. I told her we were just playing video games and talking about girls. She grinned and took me by the arm.

"It's nice to have you around as my personal slave," she joked. "Home improvement, massages, what else can you do?"

"Just ask," I replied with a smirk.

"Your mom said I could put you to work, I just don't know if she'd approve of my to do list."

"Can I see this list?" I joked.

"It's up here," she said, tapping her head. "Not that you've managed to look that far north yet. Anyway, I meant to ask you about your mom."

"What about her?" I said a little too quickly.

"Just what crawled up her butt. She was so weird last night and this morning. Did you two fight last night?"

If rubbing up against each other and coming counts as a fight, then yes, I thought. "No, I just brought her dinner and we talked." Naked, granted, but I was telling most of the truth.

"Weird," Jen said. "Well, she and I had an odd conversation last night.

"Really?" I said, trying to hide my surprise.

"She and I went for a swim late last night. She asked me if I thought it was weird to go around half dressed in front of you. Of course, I didn't tell her what you'd seen, and I told her you were fine. I reminded her that we used to go around half or completely naked at home when we were your age. She was quiet after that, but a little strange.

"Maggie used to be free spirited," she continued.

"About what?" I asked.

"Everything, really," she said. "Since she was older, she was the first to do everything. First one to wear a bikini. First one to spy on our mom and dad."

"What?" I said. I stopped and she turned on her heel, a huge grin on her face.

"Oh, yeah," she said nonchalantly. "We used to spy on them, you know, when they were doing it. She caught them going at it in the shower, they had no idea. So she told me about it and I waited and spied until I saw them, too. Sometimes we'd watch together."

"Was it weird, seeing your mom and dad doing it?"

"I guess. It was so crazy, though. I mean, seeing them having sex, the possibility of getting caught watching them, seeing my mom getting fucked hard; yeah, it was weird. But pretty hot, too."

We walked as she continued talking in a low voice. "I'll never forget the first time he pulled out of her to come. I was watching them from the hall, they thought we were gone for the afternoon. And he pulled out and came all over her face. I almost gasped when I saw it. I didn't know cum shot out like that. Mom had cum all over her hair, dripping off her chin. It was so hot, I came just watching them. The first time I was with a guy, I wanted him to come on me like that. It was so hot."

That explained the day before, I thought.

"Maybe that's Maggie's problem," Jen said. "When was the last time she had a date? It must have been years since she'd last gotten any."

"I don't know," I said. I can't remember her going on any dates. Not even once in my living memory had my mom made time for her love life. Had she really been deprived for so long?

"So, Maggie's gone forever and a day without sex?" she mused. "That explain so much."

"Really?" I said.

"Sure," she said. "She didn't used to be such a prude. Your mom, she was wild when we were young. I'll tell you what, I'll tell you a little secret about your mom, if you tell me a secret of yours. Did you ever spy on your mom?"

I blushed and she elbowed me playfully. "Sure," I said quietly. "A few times."

"Doing what?" she asked.

"Just showering," I shrugged. "Or changing."

She elbowed me again, grinning. "And?"

I sighed. "You know you and my mom are hot. All my friends say she's hot. So, yeah, I've checked. And they're right."

She squeezed my arm gently, laughing softly. "Okay, fair's fair. I'll tell you something, but you've got to keep it secret. If your mom knew I told you, she'd kill me. Once our mom and dad had a party, and everyone was hanging out in the pool, and as everyone started to leave mom got increasingly frisky. So Maggie and I knew that they'd be busy upstairs soon. We volunteered to clean up and they disappeared. Maggie and I snuck up after them after a little while, hoping to catch them in the act. We got to their room and heard the shower, and their voices, so we went in.

"There was cum all over the bed. They must have just finished and our dad must have come like a geyser, it was everywhere. We heard them laughing, talking in the shower, and then Maggie got this look in her eye. We were wearing bikinis, and Maggie slipped hers off, and slid into the bed naked. I remember gasping, my mouth wide open, because she was rolling around in our dad's cum. I whispered, asking her what she was doing, but she just got up, picking up her bikini. She had a wild look in her eye, and cum smeared all over her.

I was getting hard listening to her. We rounded the corner of an aisle and she continued in a low voice, "And if it couldn't get any weirder, the bathroom door opened and our dad came out, naked. He hadn't seen us at first, but when he did he stopped in his tracks. I stood there, looking at our naked dad and my naked sister. His dick was soft, having just fucked our mom, but I remember looking right at it, mesmerized.

"I don't know if he could see the cum on Maggie's body, but I remember feeling myself get so wet just standing there. He said 'shouldn't you two knock?' in a kind tone. We muttered an apology and left, running down the hall to my room. Your mom stayed in my room that night, in the bed next to me. And I waited until she was asleep to rub myself off. It was one of the hottest things I'd ever scene. Even to this day."

"Holy shit," I whispered.

"After that your mom and I spied on them all the time. Oh, by the way, we need more tape."

I was puzzled as Jen stopped and bent over to get something from the bottom shelf. I understood as the fabric of her short skirt moved, revealing more of her ass and finally her pussy. She had no underwear on, and I could see her pussy clear as day in the middle of the hardware store. No one else was on our aisle, but if they turned the corner they'd see everything.

She looked over her shoulder to make sure I was looking. I looked down again and saw with a jolt that a clear strand of her wetness had leaked out and formed a silken bridge with her thigh. She stood up, over her shoulder and grinning at me. I watched her ass sway left and right, her short skirt bouncing as she led me to the checkout aisle.

The drive home felt like seconds. We barely spoke as we unloaded her car and carried the supplies to her room. We taped the edges and I started painting all the small areas and borders with a brush. Jen worked with a roller, taking deep bends each time in order to flash her pussy. My dick was throbbing and I could feel pre-cum dripping down my leg. Unable to control myself anymore, I set down my brush.

"Should we take a break?" I asked. She nodded, setting down her roller in the tray.

"Are you hungry," she asked.

"Not exactly," I said. She looked at me, puzzled, and I pulled her close to me. Our bodies pressed together and I kissed her hard. She relaxed in my arms and I gently pushed her into a sitting position on the bed. I pulled off her shirt, helping her unhook her bra. I then gently pushed her back onto the bed, her legs hanging off the edge as I leaned over her, kissing her and gently massaging her tits.

"This beats a sunburn," she cooed as we kissed. She gasped as I moved lower, kissing her breasts and gently pressing her nipples against my teeth with my tongue. I moved south, kissing her stomach, and then knelt between her legs, bunching her skirt up around her waist. She lifted her ass to help me, and spread her legs wide. Her pussy was a deep pink, her labia engorged with her arousal, her pussy dripping a stream onto the bed sheets.

"Please," she whispered as I gently blew air over her swollen pussy. "It's been so long."

I didn't need an explanation. I delved in, my tongue running along her slick labia from bottom to top. She arched her back, gasping as I licked her all over. My tongue darted over her tiny clit and she went wild. She cried out, her thighs clamping against me as I focused all my efforts on that small area. My face was slick with her wetness and she bucked against me as she called out loudly.

Her orgasm shook her body and she grabbed my hair and bucked against my face as she came. Suddenly she pushed me away, her body twitching and her hips thrusting upward. She then pulled me closer again, my face once again shoved between her legs. I licked her wildly, savoring every inch of her pussy before returning to her clit. This time I gently inserted two fingers into her as I focused my tongue's efforts. She was close, her pussy tightening against my fingers. With some effort, I worked a third finger into her as she started to come a second time.

She gasped, fucking my fingers and thrusting against my face. I kept licking and fingering her until she begged me to stop. I stood up and looked at her, her pussy dripping and her legs spread. Her chest was heaving and she had a dreamy look on her face. She beckoned me lazily with one hand, and then she dropped to her knees in front of me. She rubbed her swollen pussy with her hand, bringing it back up covered in her wetness. She tugged at my shorts and I unzipped them, my dick springing out in front of her face. I thought she might suck it but instead she stroked me with her slick hand.

I felt a pang of disappointment until she straightened up on her knees and pushed her tits together around my dick. I thrust in between her tits, fucking them with abandon. She looked directly into my eyes as the swollen head of my dick disappeared in between her tits. The only sound in the room was my breathing and a slapping sound as I fucked her tits. I was close, my dick already slick with anticipation, and I came.

She gasped as the first strand of thick cum shot upward, hitting the bottom of her chin. I kept thrusting, coming in violent spurts and flooded her cleavage, spilling upward and then over the sides of her tits. I stopped thrusting, letting the last few spasms of my orgasm pump cum between her tits. I stepped back, kicking off my shorts and staggering for a second. She stood up, a thick river of cum running between her tits and down her stomach.

"Well," she said with a grin, "someone was excited."

"She certainly was," I said. She laughed, her breasts swaying a little. I watched as a thick blob of my cum dripped slower, approaching her blonde, bushy pubic hair. With a shudder from both of us it made contact, slowly trickling into the tiny forest of hair, making its way over her labia. She walked over to me, pressing herself against me. We kissed, my cum soaking into my shirt. I felt my dick stir a little but she stepped away, picking up the roller and resuming painting.

"Come on," she said, "let's finish and go swimming."

Mom came home around six. Jen and I had spent the day in the pool after finishing the painting. We had bathing suits on, me in my trunks and Jen in a small, black bikini. Despite the sexual release from hours before, we acted normal, casual as ever. Jen was not phased by what had happened. If nothing else, she was even more relaxed, playful. Mom joined us, slipping out of the sliding doors.

My heart sank a little when I saw she was back in her one-piece bathing suit. She had been more than willing to show me her body over the last few days, but she had backtracked. Jen shot me a quick glance that was hard to discern, but I played it off.

We caught up on mom's day, and swam for a while until Jen announced that she was tired and was going to take a long bath and go to bed. I watched her leave, my eyes glued to her ass. When she entered the house, I looked over to my mom to see her looking right at me.

"Checking out my sister?" she said playfully. "Or should I say checking out your aunt?"

"When you say it that way, it sounds so wrong," I said, admitting nothing. She laughed and we talked a little more before I brought up what was on my mind. "Mom, about yesterday..."

"Yesterday was a mistake," she said flatly. "Let's leave it at that." I nodded, trying to hide my disappointment and anger. She didn't owe me anything, I knew that, but that doesn't mean I didn't want it. I found a flimsy excuse to leave. I dried off quickly, heading into the house.

"Will."

I stopped halfway up the stairs. Mom was about ten steps behind me. She walked up quietly, her bathing suit still wet. "I'm sorry. For what I said."

"You mean it being a mistake? Forget it," I said a little too bitterly. "It's fine."

"It's never fine when you say that," she said. We were whispering, even though I knew Jen was out of earshot. She was standing close to me, and with the height difference from the stairs I was looking straight down her cleavage. "I just meant, well, what happened isn't supposed to happen."

"I know," I said. "It's not normal. But that doesn't mean it wasn't..." I broke off, not sure of what to say.

"Fun?" she ventured.

I stepped down so we were on the same stair. Without a word, I reached up and tugged gently at her neckline, pulling it outward so I could see more of her tits. She didn't resist, and I could see her slowly exhaling. I put my arm around her waist and pulled her closer, kissing her. She kissed me back, and our bodies pulled even closer together. For a few moments, the only sound was our lips making and breaking contact.

I reached up, cupping her breast through her swimsuit. We were pressed against each other, and I slowly thrust my hips toward her, rubbing my throbbing erection against her body. My other hand slid under her bathing suit from behind, gently grabbing her bare ass. She sighed, letting herself fall against me. I slid her strap off her shoulder, sliding her swimsuit down until her breast was free in my hand. I kissed her neck, slowly making my way down the top of her breast. Finally, with a shudder, I kissed her nipple, gently flicking it with my tongue.

Since I was adopted I was never breast fed, and the moment my mouth made contact an electric jolt passed through me. This was not just a hot woman who wanted me, this was my mother. I felt her body respond as I gently sucked on her nipple, grinding against her slowly. I pressed my face against her breast, my hand moving closer to her pussy. She shuddered, and then suddenly pulled away from me.

My hand slipped off her ass and out of her suit, and she stepped down one stair. She stood against the railing, her breast still hanging out, wet from my mouth. She opened her mouth to say something, her eyes wide with an inscrutable expression on her face. It looked like a mix of desire, surprise, and fear.

"Will," she said softly, "I'm...I have to go." And then she brushed past me quickly and ran to her room. I heard the door shut softly, and headed with a heavy heart to my room.

Chapter 2

I woke up late the next morning. It was Saturday, and I knew mom had the day off. I stayed in bed for a while, avoiding her. Eventually I heard a soft knock on my door. Jen popped her head in and my mood brightened. I thought of the thick cum running down her body the day before; clearly, she was a woman who knew what she wanted.

"That room isn't going to paint itself," she said sweetly, "unless you're quitting on me." She came and sat on my bed. With a jolt, I realized my sheets were covered in dried cum. I had jerked off three times last night thinking about what happened on the stairs. She made no obvious notice of the mess, and chided me to get up.

"I need to get dressed," I said meekly, embarrassed that I was naked under the sheets.

"I know," she said playfully, "that's why I'm staying."

"So, you can just show up and demand to see me naked?" I said with a grin.

"Yes. And so can you," she said back smartly. I grinned, slipping out of the sheets. I was already half erect just seeing her. She had a tight t-shirt and short cutoffs on, and her legs seemed to go for miles. She smiled as I pulled on my clothes, and led me downstairs.

Mom was at breakfast already, and exchanged pleasantries but otherwise avoided making eye contact. Another day of this, I scowled, but instantly brightened when Jen deliberately bent over to pick something up, letting me see her ass cheeks. The cutoffs were obscenely short, and her round ass strained to pop out of them. I was hard, my dick pitching a tent in my shorts the entire time we painted.

"Must be hard for you to paint like that," she teased.

"Very funny," I said. "Try not to get anything wet while you're painting."

"Too late," she said with a grin. "Unless that was too much information."

"Nope," I said, "You can share as much as you want."

"I've already shared a lot with you," she said. She looked over her shoulder into the hallway, and then pulled off a complicated maneuver to unhook her bra and pull it out of her shirt. She tossed it onto the bed, her tits on display under her tight shirt. "Glad to know you don't think it's weird. I've always been a bit of an exhibitionist."

"I wouldn't say 'a bit' of one," I said, and she laughed. I felt myself stiffen even more now that she was braless. Just the act of her taking off another layer fueled my imagination. "But I'm not complaining."

"Clearly not," she said. "You certainly showed your appreciation yesterday. There was quite a lot of it all over me."

She paused, surveying the room. She put her hands on her hips and tugged at her shirt to fan herself. She caught me looking and grinned, pulling her shirt down a little more to show some more cleavage. As if on cue, mom came around the corner. Jen turned to face her, making no effort to conceal what I was looking at.

"Hey sis," Jen said casually.

Mom looked at Jen's tits, which were practically coming out of her shirt, and then at me. I was self-conscious of my erection, which was obvious to anyone. Mom glanced at me once, then looked at Jen.

"Making a lot of progress?" Mom said.

"Tons," Jen said, her voice light and airy. "We've already made huge strides, and I haven't worn him out yet." I wasn't sure if she was referring to painting or something else.

"Well, it looks good," Mom said, looking the walls over. She avoided my eye contact, and left the room.

Jen looked at me for a moment, "Well, glad she approves," Jen said with a sigh. Then, looking me over, she said, "you know, I enjoyed painting more when we didn't have any clothes on."

"I don't think my Mom would like that," I said.

"Maggie's being a prude," she said, "And she wasn't like that in the old days. She needs to lighten up." She paused, thinking to herself for a moment before saying, "it's worth ruining this shirt for this..."

Jen picked up her brush, loaded with paint, and wiped it across her shirt a few times. She then shrieked. It was the sound a girl makes when they see a small spider. I could hear mom running across the house. She poked her head back in to see Jen holding her shirt a few inches from her skin.

"Damn it," Jen said.

"What happened?" Mom said, looking around for the source of Jen's alarm.

"This," she said, gesturing to her ruined shirt. "The paint will never come out." Then Jen shocked us both by hooking the hem with her thumbs and pulling her shirt over her head. She did it slowly, taking care to avoid getting paint on her skin or hair. She tossed the ruined shirt onto the plastic tarp and stood there, topless, her chest heaving with every breath.

"Jen," Maggie said, "I don't know if..."

"Oh, what," Jen said with a giggle. "Are you offended? It's just tits, Maggie. And I'm sure Will doesn't care? I'm sure he's seen them before."

"Breasts in general, or yours?" Maggie said, her left eyebrow raised. I didn't move, my eyes darting between the two sisters. Whatever was happening, it was clearly a struggle or exchange with some history behind it.

"I don't know," Jen replied, clearly vexing Mom. Mom's eyes lingered on me, and I tried to keep my face passive. It was an odd scene. My topless aunt, my mother with her arms folded and her face stern, and me, standing there with a throbbing erection that was completely obvious under my shorts. Then, after a moment, Jen spoke again. "Maggie, if you are offended, I'll cover up."

"It's not that," Mom said, her voice catching. "I just don't want Will to feel awkward." She looked at me, her eyes hinting at something. Was it jealousy, hurt, something else? I couldn't tell. I quickly spoke up.

"I'm not uncomfortable," I said as casually as I could. I kept my eyes on Mom, and her expression softened.

"Good," Jen said, and unzipped her shorts. She let them fall to her ankles. She wore nothing underneath, standing between me and Mom. I saw a strand of her wetness leaking out of her pussy, attached to her thigh.

"Still not wearing underwear," Mom sighed.

"Learned from the best," Jen said with a wink. Mom blushed.

"That was a long time ago," Mom said airily. "So, are you going to finish painting like that?" She asked.

As if to answer, Jen bent down and picked up a paint brush. She paused, her tits hanging low, before slowly straightening up She got to work on the trim, bending down slowly. I kept my eyes on Mom, who was studying me like one of her med school textbooks. Slowly, her features a puzzle, she turned and left.

We finished painting in a quiet haze. We said little, grinning at each other. I stared, my hormones raging as we cleaned up. It was only when I put the tarp in a trash bag that she pulled me close and kissed me.

"That was so hot," she said, her voice low. She reached down and unzipped my pants. In seconds, she had my dick in her hand, gently playing with my throbbing member as we kissed. Suddenly I heard Mom coming down the hallway. We broke off and she whispered, "closet." Without a word, I darted into her walk-in closet. It was open, but the light was off, and I slipped into the shadow as Mom walked in. She crossed the room to Jen, her back to the closet door.

"Where's Will?" Mom asked casually, her eyes on Jen.

"Not sure, I think he went to his room," she said, sparing me a meaningful glance. Mom was preoccupied with Jen's nudity, and I quietly slipped out of the closet and out the door. I lingered, straining to hear their conversation.

"So," Mom said, sitting on Jen's bed. "Getting naked in front of my son."

"When you say it that way," Jen said coyly, "it sounds pretty taboo."

"I'm just saying that I don't know if it's the best idea. He's...he's not a little kid."

"No, he isn't," Jen agreed. "And I don't a little nudity is going to warp his mind. Besides, I'm sure he's seen it all before, right?"

Mom said nothing but I saw her fidget. Jen continued, "Maggie, if you want me to stop, I will. But remember how we used to go around naked all the time when we were younger? It felt so free."

"Well, I remember Mom didn't care," Mom said. I had hardly known my grandmother, but I knew she was a free-spirited woman, very into nature and that kind of thing. "But, I mean...Will certainly took notice."

"Did he?" Jen said, laughing. "Alright, I know he did. But so what? Take a boy and put a naked girl in front of him, and he gets hard. It's simple."

Mom squirmed again.

"Besides, Maggie," Jen said, "It's been a long time since someone noticed me."

Mom was quiet for a minute. She, like I, was thinking about Jen's divorce, and how her jerk of a husband had ruined her self-esteem. Mom took a deep breath, as if to steady herself. "Alright, go around naked if you want. It's fine."

"Are you sure?" Jen said. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"No, it's fine," Mom said. "Really. I was just being...I don't know."

"A prude," Jen teased.

"Oh, shut it," Mom teased back. "I just worry about Will walking around like that all day, poor guy."

"You could take your clothes off, too, and then he'd really get a show."

Mom laughed nervously, tucking her hair behind her left ear. "Yeah..." she trailed off.

"I'm going to take a shower," Jen said, turning toward her bathroom. Mom got up and I quickly slipped away and down the hall. I ran into my room and turned on the shower. I stepped into the warm stream and was about to start jerking off when I heard my mother call my name softly. I doused my hair and called out that I was almost out. I shut off the water, stepping out and wrapping a towel around myself. My dick was slowly subsiding, and I took care to conceal any traces of an erection as I tied the towel around myself.

I stepped out of the bathroom, my hair still a little wet, to find mom standing by my dresser. She was looking over the pile of books next to my lamp when I stepped into view.

"Sorry to interrupt," she said.

"No, it's fine," I said, pausing by the doorway into my room. "What's up?"

"About earlier," she said, pacing slowly across the room. "Jen, taking off her clothes."

"Oh," I said, not sure how to respond.

"Well, I know you've seen her mostly naked before, or maybe completely, I don't know. I just wanted to talk to you about it. And about seeing me naked. You see, Jen's always had a flair for exhibition."

I nodded, knowing that mom had been, too. I played with her hair again, tucking it behind her ear as she continued, "and, well I know it's natural for you, for a man to respond, to seeing a woman like that."

She paused, collecting her thoughts. "I guess I wanted to say you shouldn't feel weird if you get...aroused...when someone takes off their clothes."

"Someone?" I said.

"Well, anyone I supposed," she said with a blush. "I'm just saying that it's normal, and okay even, if you...um, get hard."

"Thanks," I said, trying not to sound awkward. She laughed and I said, "no, really, thank you for looking out for me."

"I am your Mom, after all," she said.

"So, um, Mom," I said after a pause, "can I ask you a question? Were you like Jen, you know, always stripping down?"

"Yes," she said after a moment. "Yes, I was. We'd walk around topless, and then with nothing. Mom was cool."

"Was grandpa?" I asked.

"He was," she said, nodding to herself. "Although poor Mom, she was always taking care of him, sexually, because she didn't like the idea of him walking around with an erection. I guess that might be too much information, telling you about your grandparents like that."

"No, it's fine," I said. "Really. I guess when you live in an open house like that, things are bound to be seen and discussed.

She looked down at my towel. I was clearly pitching a tent; my dick was throbbing. She stood up and turned, looking me over her shoulder, and left without another word.

Jen had put on a bikini and went swimming, dutifully covering herself in sunblock to avoid another nasty burn. I got dressed and cleaned up the house a bit, trying to take my mind off of my Mom and Jen. Even when I wasn't hard my dick was leaking pre-cum. I kept making wet spots on my shorts that Mom thankfully did not notice. Finally, I joined Jen in the pool. She was drifting on a float. Her tits threatening to snap the thin fabric that held her top together.

"How was your chat with Maggie?" she asked as I slid into the water.

"How'd you know we talked?" I said.

"An educated guess," she said. "What did you two talk about?"

"Oh, the whole 'nudity is ok' thing. Honestly not a conversation I thought I'd ever have with my mom."

"What was that?" Maggie called from behind me. My mouth fell open and she grinned. She had on a tiny bikini, one of Jen's maybe. "Mind if I join you two?"

"Come on in, sis," Jen said. "Will was just saying he'd never imagined talking about nudity with you."

Maggie blushed, and looked reluctantly at the house. Before she got second thoughts I called out, "well, if it makes you all feel more at ease..." and I slipped off my bathing suit. Jen whooped as I tossed the wet ball of fabric onto the pool deck. Mom's mouth was open but she was looking at me tread water, my dick swaying and bobbing with each movement.

"Fine," she said, grinning. She pulled on her bikini top, letting it fall off. She stood there, topless, her breath coming in deep bursts. Her nipples were hard, either from the night air or from excitement. I was getting harder, and she was looking right at me. I saw two small balls of fabric fly over my head from behind me as Jen tossed her top and bottom onto he deck.

"Come on, Maggie," she said. "Take it all off."

Mom hesitated, then looked at me again and slipped off her bikini bottom. She slipped into the pool, swimming past me. She got too close and her leg bumped against the tip of my dick.

"Sorry," she said.

"It comes with the territory," I replied and she laughed. It was good to see her relaxed. Jen had crawled back onto the float and mom took another one. They both lay on their stomach, their round asses sticking up slightly.

"I have to admit," Mom said, "this is pretty relaxing. It's been a long time."

"As long as the Andersons don't show up," Jen said, and she and Mom burst into giggles. I looked at them, puzzled, and Mom explained.

"When we both lived at home, we swam naked a lot, and once Jen and I were out there and mom and dad came home with some friends. We had no clothes with us, so we panicked and hid in the bushes. And they all came out to the pool deck! We had to hide around the side of the house, completely naked.

"And while we were hiding, we looked up and saw our neighbor, Mr. Potter, looking at us from his bedroom window on the second floor. His mouth was wide open in shock, and Jen had the nerve to stand up straight and wave at him. I thought he was going to have a heart attack!"

Jen laughed, adding, "after that I'd catch him spying on us when we swam."

"It didn't bother you two?" I asked.

"Nah," Jen said.

"It made it a little more fun," Mom said, blushing. She looked at me with sleepy eyes, a look of contentment on her face. I swam around, checking them out and enjoying the view of two naked women in the pool with me. I wanted mom to flip onto her back, and she finally obliged me. She let her legs fall to the sides, her feet dragging in the water, her pussy spread a little. I could see she was swollen and aroused.

I needed to cum. I had waited through all the teasing that day, and I felt my dick leaking pre-cum. I excused myself, toweling off. My dick was still hard, and it bobbed as I walked inside. I had barely crossed the living room when I heard the door slide shut behind me.

"Hi," Mom said. She was still naked, dried off from the pool. She strode over to me, her tits swaying with each step. She stopped when she was a foot from me. "Everything okay?"

"Yeah," I said. She looked down at my dick. A long strand of pre-cum was slowly dripping onto the floor.

"I see," she said, looking back up at me. Without thinking I put my arm around her waist and pulled her close to me. I pressed her body against me and we kissed. She kissed me back, her body melting against mine. My hand held her body close, cupping her ass, while my other hand found her pussy. I touched her labia, feeling how slick they were, grinding my dick against her. She was breathing hard, letting my fingers roam, when she suddenly stepped back.

"I have to go," she said, but she was frozen in place. A long strand of my pre-cum formed a bridge between my dick and her thigh.

"Mom," I said, pleading.

"I'm sorry," she said, and took another step back. The pre-cum snapped and fell to her leg. She walked past me, quickly, going upstairs. I wanted to run after her, to pull her close again, but I knew she wanted to be alone. I heard her bedroom door shut and my heart sank. I started to walk to my room, when inspiration struck and I headed back outside.

The lights were off except for the ones in the pool. Jen was sitting in the hot tub, her tits visible above the foaming water. She smiled as I slipped into opposite her.

"How's Maggie?" she asked.

"A prude, as usual," I said, surprised by the bitterness in my voice. My mom didn't owe me anything, I knew that, but I would rather her stay clothed and chaste rather than what was happening now. Jen, on the other hand, sent no mixed signals. She was sitting between two of the seats, an odd look on her face.

"I guess all that hard work over the years was the cause," Jen mused. She paused, her face inscrutable. "The Maggie I grew up with was a bit of a wild child." She bit her lip, squirming a little on her perch. It occurred to me that Jen was sitting right on one of the jets. She was getting off, slowly, right at that moment. I grinned, seizing the opportunity.

"Tell me about her, when she was young. How wild was she?" I asked.

Jen smiled, leaning back. I could see she was spreading her legs over the jet, letting it hit her clit in a steady stream of stimulation. I had done something similar many times with the pool jet, it always made for a powerful orgasm.

"Well," she mused, rolling her head from shoulder to shoulder, "I used to spy on her, too. I guess it was just a thing we did. I remember the first time I saw her give someone a blowjob."

"Really," I said, sitting up.

Jen nodded, squirming a little more. She tried to hide what she was doing, but her body language was obvious. She tried to focus on the conversation, and I enjoyed distracting her, letting her orgasm build slowly.

"Yeah," she said. We were on a family vacation, we had gone to the beach down in Mexico. And she sucked a guy off on the beach. I could see her from the hotel room, down there on the sand, going down. I remember when she finished she got up and walked back up to the pool deck, and talked to our mom like nothing happened. Mom had no idea, but I saw the whole thing."

She paused, closing her eyes and leaning back. She spread her legs wider, the water jet hitting her clit and causing her to shudder. Her tits were heaving, her body tensing up; Jen was coming.

"Oh my god," she whispered, her whole body shaking. I watched her as she thrashed around in the water, trying not to cry out in pleasure. Finally, she sank back away from the jet, her body limp. "Damn," she said, her eyes still closed. "Maggie was right about that jet."

Hearing my mom's name snapped something inside of me. I stood up, my upper half out of the water, my throbbing dick a foot from her. I looked at her, and she understood.

"What if your mom sees?" she said.

"I don't care," I said, and I meant it.

She grinned, shifting forward. She sat down on the jet, her body giving a little jolt as the water made contact. She leaned forward as the water hit her clit, and took the head of my dick in her mouth. She worked me without her hands, slowly sucking more and more of me in, until I was as far in as she could take, then she let me slide mostly out of her mouth, her tongue gliding along the bottom of my shaft and head. Slowly, she sucked me, her eyes locked on mine.

She came quickly, the buildup from her last orgasm leaving her sensitive. As the water made her come she sucked me harder, cupping her tits with one hand. I gently ran my hands through her wet hair, willing her to take more of me in with each gently thrust of my hips. She accommodated, sucking me deep as her orgasm made her moan. The feeling of her moaning with my dick in her mouth was the most sensual thing I had ever experienced.

Jen came again, her body rocking over the jet, fucking it as she sucked my dick. I was getting close, and entire day of sexual tension begging for release.

"Jen," I panted.

She sucked me faster, her own orgasm overtaking her. I came in her mouth, and she greedily swallowed the first pulse of semen. I came hard, my cum overflowing out of her mouth. She pulled back, stroking the last cum out of me, letting it fall out of her mouth and onto her tits. She kept stroking until I was complete spent, then pulled me down next to her. She disappeared under the water for a second, washing the cum off her face and tits.

We sat in the hot tub together, spooning as my dick nestled in her ass cheeks and I cupped her tits. We said nothing, until we both felt sleepy and separated, drying off and heading to our respective rooms.

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning feeling giddy. It was Sunday, and I was in no hurry to get out of bed. Jen's blowjob from the night before had been the most amazing thing I had experienced in my life. That it was my aunt doing the sucking only elevated the experience. I lay naked in bed, my dick flaccid but slowly engorging just thinking about her.

I also thought about my mom, and felt my blood pulse. She had, at one point, been adventurous. I thought of her sucking someone off on the beach, of her rolling around in the mess from her parents on their bed, on her parading around naked around her house growing up. What had happened to her?

Me, I thought, and the sudden realization hit me. She had adopted me, taken me in as a newborn and raised me, given me everything. She had never made time for herself. Jen never lost the spark of her youth, my arrival had snuffed out my mother's.

I heard a knock on my door. Jen poked her head into my room. I was uncovered and naked, but I didn't care. It didn't seem to matter much. She had a knee length dress on, very prim with clean lines.

"I'm heading to church," she said, then added with a grin, "I know...I know. But I need to meet people in town. It's always a good way to get to know people fast."

"I thought you were going to say to confess, or at least repent."

"You mean because I gave my nephew a blowjob? Hah, I'm not confessing or repenting anything," she said. I sat up and she gave me a kiss. "That was fun last night."

"Yes," I said. "Mind blowing."

She giggled. "I'll see you later. But just so you don't think I'm worried about my eternal soul..." she took my hand and ran it up the back of her thigh. She lifted her dress, and I grinned.

"Do you ever wear underwear," I sighed.

"Do you want me to?" she retorted with a giggle.

"No," I said, cupping her ass. I wanted to go down on her right then and there.

"I've got to go," she said, letting the dress fall back down. "Stay out of trouble while I'm gone."

She turned and left, her ass swaying as she walked. I was hard, and I fell back in bed, marveling at my luck. Mom may have lost her edge, but Jen was unbridled sexuality.

My phone buzzed and I sat up. I had a text message from mom. She usually chided me for texting across the house, saying it was the height of laziness.

"Morning," the text read. "Are you up?"

I looked down at my erection, and replied, "yes."

Seconds later she replied. "Come to my bathroom."

I got up, stretching. I decided to pull on my pajama pants and a shirt. It felt odd against my skin; I could see why they had gone around naked in their youth. I wondered, had my mom continued her nudist lifestyle while I was growing up, would I have turned out different?

When I reached her bathroom door I knocked gently. She beckoned me inside. Mom was sitting in the tub, submerged to her shoulders. I was surprised to see her like this, and even more surprised that she had summoned me while she was in the tub.

"Good morning," she said brightly.

"Good morning," I replied, a little shaky. "What's up?"

"Come here," she said, gesturing to the tub. I sat on the edge, taking in as much of her body with my eyes that I could. "I meant get in," she said. "Take off your clothes and sit." She gestured to the empty space of her large tub.

I hesitated. I was tired of her back and forth, but decided to be a good sport about it. I pulled off my clothes, my dick springing out. She laughed.

"Sorry," she said. "Erections are kind of funny. Just the way they bob around."

"I can see why you'd think that," I said. I slipped into the hot water, Mom adjusted so my legs went around her body and her legs tucked under my knees. We sat there, naked, my dick throbbing under the water. I was looking right at her pussy when she spoke again.

"I remember the first time I saw an erection."

"Whose?" I asked.

She paused, then said "My dad's. We were out boating, and he was changing. I had seen my parents naked before, it wasn't that weird. But when mom came out of the bathroom and took off her towel, he got hard. I remember watching it grow." She was looking at my dick, her eyes lost in the decades.

"We used to sit in the tub together when you were a toddler," she said. "I don't want you to think I'm crazy," she said, "but this is kind of fun."

"Taking a bath together?" I asked.

She nodded. "It's not like we used to do it." She sat up, her tits half out of the water. She handed me a sponge and turned around. She sat up fully, her tits dripping with water, and scooted closer to me. My dick bumped against her ass as I sat up. I took her cue, and rubbed her back with the sponge. She sighed as a I gently scrubbed her back and arms.

"I wasn't the one doing the washing back then," I said, deciding to keep the conversation going, so that it didn't seem weird. Revisiting an activity we did when I was young, with a new twist, felt both familiar and new at the same time.

"Also, there wasn't a hard dick pressed up against me," she said.

"Let me move a little," I said.

"No," she said, pressing back against me, "I wasn't complaining." She leaned back, her body falling against mine. I reached under her arms and ran the sponge over her stomach. She didn't move, and in the silence I slid the sponge upward, rubbing it gently over her tits.

She sighed as I brushed her nipples, making them stiffen. I cupped her breast in my hand, letting the sponge roam all over. Her head fell against my shoulder. My dick was nestled in her ass crack, and I wanted to rub against her and cum, like I had days before.

"I could get used to this," she sighed, shifting a little to get more comfortable, and in the process stimulating my dick a little more. I was throbbing angrily against her skin, I knew she could feel my desire burning against her. "Just don't tell Jen."

"Not sure how she'd react?" I asked softly.

Mom sighed contentedly as I ran my hand over her breast again. "I think I do. But better to keep it our secret."

I slid the sponge down her stomach. She slowly opened her legs more, almost on instinct. "What was it like," I said, "seeing your dad like that?"

"Hard?" she said. "At first, funny. To see it grow like that, just sprouting out from between his legs. It was aiming at my mom, it seemed, trying to grow out and reach her. And then it became sort of a fascination. My parents were naked a lot, especially in our backyard. And every time my dad got hard, I'd look at it. My mom caught me sneaking glances at some point. After that, whenever he got hard, they'd disappear for a little bit."

I knew, of course, that she and Jen would follow and watch them in secret, but I said nothing.

"So he was the first man you saw naked, and first man you saw hard," I said, still fondling her breast as I washed her stomach in slow circles. She propped her ankles up on the sides of the tub, and I slowly moved down.

"First man I saw come, too," she said with a giggle. She was almost drunk on stimulation, and when she spoke it was as if she was unable to stop herself. "I remember I almost gasped out loud when I saw it happen."

"What happened?" I asked, inching closer to her pussy.

"Mom was giving him a handjob," she said matter of factly. I was surprised to hear the words come out of her moth. "On the bed. They had snuck off to relieve dad of his erection. And I watched as she stroked him and then he exploded. Cum went everywhere. It was all over my mom's hand, the bed, her leg. I was hypnotized by the sight of it. Mom had laughed when he came, she seemed to enjoy watching him erupt like that; so did I."

The sponge reached her pussy and she arched her back. I gently rubbed her with it, going slowly, getting a feel for the pressure and speed. She said nothing, just sighed when I hit the right spot, and soon I was rubbing her faster, my other hand exploring her tits. As she lost herself in her building orgasm I gently thrust against her, fucking her ass cheeks like I had done before.

She was getting close and I couldn't believe I was sitting in the tub, rubbing my mom off. I ditched the sponge and used my hand directly on her clit, and she started bucking her hips. She came hard, her ass squeezing my dick and her breath coming in ragged gasps. The water sloshed back and forth in the tub as she cried out as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

I slowed my hand down as her body relaxed, but I kept a slow, steady rhythm on her clit. Her breathing was shallow now, her body limp. During her thrashing we had accidentally kicked the drain open, and the water was slowly lowering, her body heavy against mine. Her head was still resting on my collarbone, and as I slowly increased the pressure on her clit she whispered, "okay, just one more."

I grinned, cupping her breast and gently thrusting against her ass as I rubbed her faster, with more pressure. The water had drained, and we clung together, her body tensing up. She spread her legs wider, and held her breath. She came hard, crying out again as her body shuddered. I kept thrusting between her ass cheeks, the gentle weight of her body enhancing my pleasure. Her orgasm ended and she fell limp against me.

I wanted more. I needed more. I sat up gently, and so did she. My dick was poking out between her ample ass cheeks, thick strands of pre-cum stuck to her. I nudged her forward, and she fell forward softly onto her forearms and put her head down. Her ass stuck up, her pussy dripping with arousal. I knelt behind her, my hands shaking in anticipation, and I ran them down her back, grabbing her hips. She rubbed her ass on my dick, and I massaged her ass I ground against it. Then I grabbed the shaft of my violent erection and slid down her ass crack.

I slid effortlessly on her wetness, the head of my dick slipping against the entrance of her vagina, slightly parting her labia. I was about push forward when she pulled away.

"No," she said softly, scooting forward and sitting on her feet. She stood up slowly, turning to face me. She had a pained expression on her face. I didn't know if it was hurt, or longing. I was so close to fucking her, I had almost entered her.

She stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel. She extended her hand to me, but I got out on my own. She dried off without a word, and I stood there, my dick dripping pre-cum, throbbing with a dull ache.

"I'm sorry," she said in a whisper. She didn't make eye contact, and when she turned to pull on a bra I felt my already flush face darken.

"Me too," I said, shocked at the anger in my words. She turned, hurt, to face me.

"I shouldn't have done that, have let you do that to me," she said, her voice small and soft. "I don't want to warp you."

"You weren't worried about it a minute ago, when you were asking for more," I said, almost spitting. I wasn't yelling, but I might as well have been. Her eyes welled up, and she reached for her dress from the counter. She slipped it on, trying to act like this was a normal mother-son argument. "I'm not saying you owe me anything, except for some consistency."

She winced at my words. She looked down at my erection, which was leaking so much that there was a thick, constant strand of pre-cum dripping down to the floor. "If you need to take care of that..."

"You don't need to worry about that," I said. She opened her mouth so say something, but as I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself she let me pass. I didn't want to march out of there with a bobbing erection, and I would be damned if I was going to jerk off in front of her. I left the room and she followed me into the hall. I spun around to say something but she just held out her hand, stopping me.

"I'm going out," she said flatly.

"Fine," I said, again surprised by the acid in my words. She turned and left. I heard her grab her keys a moment later, and then shortly after that the sound of her engine. I sat down on the top step, my towel falling open. My dick, which had been in charge since Jen moved in, was semi-rigid, still dripping pre-cum. I was too angry to do anything about it. I was tired of being ruled by it, tired of Mom. I had just rubbed her out in the tub, the single most erotic thing I had ever done, and now I was alone.

I got dressed, ignoring my semi-aroused state. I'd have to get used to it. At least I had Jen around, she would be game for some fun. And as for Mom...

What about her? She was still my Mom, still loved me. But no normal mother invites her son to join her in the tub like that. What did she think was going to happen? Maybe she had hoped I would have come just by rubbing on her like before. Maybe she wasn't ready for more. Maybe she never would be.

And then there was the revelation that she had seen her dad not only get hard, but had watched him come. I thought of what Jen said, of mom stripping down and rolling on my grandfather's semen. It was strange but also a turn on. I found myself getting fully erect again, cursing myself for my instinctual response. Mom clearly had a thing for cum, and just knowing that about her made me want her more. At that moment, I hated her for it.

I thought of her, standing there, getting dressed as I said things I already regretted. I had been cruel, aiming to hurt her with my words. Part of me felt terrible, part of me felt justified. I should have pulled her close to me, lifting that dress back off of her...

I paused mid-pace through the living room. I replayed the exchange in the bathroom again my head. I had been so focused on outrage that I missed it. She had put on that dress and left without any underwear.

I joined Jen for lunch after she was done with church. I had not been to church in ages, but I could see her point about a good starting point to meet people. Seeing her had cheered me up considerably, but she noticed my thoughts were elsewhere as I picked at my food.

"What's on your mind," she asked, taking a sip of iced tea.

"Mom," I said, trying to decide what to tell her.

"Was she weird again today?" Jen asked.

"Not as first, but then, yeah," I said.

"Maybe I'm causing some kind of tension," Jen mused. "I should talk to her. Maybe it's all the nudity."

"I hope not," I said, and she laughed.

"Yeah, me too," she said. "She used to be so wild, I wonder when she stopped."

"I think she must have when she adopted me," I said.

"Maybe she's loosening up," she said. "Maybe me stripping down yesterday had the intended effect."

"What do you mean? You mean you stripped down to loosen her up?"

"Well, also to turn you on," Jen said. "I'm just trying to get some of my magic back, and some of hers. She still turns heads. And gets her son hard."

She said this a little louder, and blushed and pretended to be interested in her lunch for a moment.

"Sorry," she said.

"Don't be," I said. "Can I ask you something? Is it wrong that I don't feel weird, about what you and I are doing?"

She leaned in, "you mean, you don't feel remorse that I gave you a blowjob yesterday." She whispered it and it felt so hot to hear her say it. "I think it just depends on your point of view. I didn't mind. In fact, I had a great time doing it, and will have a great time the next time I do. The question is, what are you looking to get out of it."

I guess I looked as puzzled as I was, so she leaned in again, whispering. "I mean, you understand that this is sexual, not romantic. I don't want to date my nephew."

"Oh," I said. "I thought you were asking how far I wanted to go."

"I bet you'd like to know," she teased.

When we got home, Jen changed into shorts and a tight t-shirt. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her tits strained against the tight fabric. It was a low-cut shirt, with a lot of cleavage. I assumed that she would have gone around naked, but maybe part of the fun was that it wasn't constant. I didn't know, this was new to me. When mom came home she stayed in her sundress, and we acted like everything was normal. I had said some pretty harsh things to her, but I was in no mood to apologize.

Jen and I were sitting on the couch, a large photo album in her hand.

"What's that?" Mom said.

"Some old photos," Jen said. "I thought Will might like to take a peek at some pics from our trip to Colorado."

"Oh," Mom said, blushing. "How far are you into it?" she asked.

"Not far, come and sit down with us."

Mom sat next to me, a sister on each side of me. The photo album sat on my lap, and Jen turned the pages and talked. They had gone camping in a cabin in the woods for two weeks, back when Mom was in college and Jen was a senior in high school. They looked the same, the years barely showing on them. The photos started with the four of them standing outside of the cabin, pictures of fish they had caught, normal family vacation stuff. Then Jen flipped the page and there was my Aunt, sitting topless on the dock, her mother laying topless next to her on her back.

"I had forgotten how good mom looked," Jen said.

I looked, and I had to agree. My grandmother had nice tits, there was no denying it. She was built like my mom and Jen, and I realized that I was getting hard thinking about my grandmother. Maybe the constant exposure to Jen was warping my perspective; who thought about their deceased grandmother like that? I tried to shake it off, but Jen flipped the page. The three of them, Mom, Jen, and grandma Kelly, were naked, tanning on their stomachs. They all had bubble butts, although Mom and Jen's were smaller than they were now. All three women were propped up on their elbows, their tits on display.

"Mom was pretty hot," my Mom said. Jen nodded. They both looked at me.

"She was," I said. "I can't believe I just said that."

Both women laughed. "It's the objective truth," Mom said. "Everyone we knew thought so."

The next page had pictures of them tanning some more, clearly taken by my grandfather. There was even a picture of my grandmother showering outside. My dick was throbbing, seeing them like that.

"Dad liked to take a lot of pictures," Mom explained. On the same page, there were pictures of Jen and Mom topless or naked, usually doing some normal camping activity like fishing. The next page there were pictures of my grandfather, standing naked next to my grandmother, grilling naked—which seemed like a bad idea. The last picture on the page caught my eye. My grandfather was standing next to mom, engaged in some conversation that had mom laughing. What caught my eye was his erection, which was full and pointing right at mom.

She sensed my gazed and turned the page. On this page, there were more camping photos, and we turned the page and mom inhaled sharply. I looked down and saw the photo that had gotten her attention. My grandmother was in bed, asleep, her limbs splayed out and her legs spread wide. A thick trail of cum ran up and down her stomach.

Jen looked at me, then at Maggie. She was grinning. "I had forgotten about this," she said.

"Me too," Mom said. "Sorry, Will."

"For what?" I asked. "They clearly had sex, you two are here because of it."

"There's a difference between knowing it and seeing it."

"Who took the picture," I asked.

"I think dad did," Jen said. "Like I said, he loved his camera. He developed his own film, because this stuff didn't need to go to the photo place."

"Why is it in your album?" I asked casually.

"Well," Jen said, struggling for an answer.

"It was kind of the norm," Mom answered for her. She sighed, but did not look upset. "With all that nudity, sex became kind of an open thing, too. I mean, they never did it right in front of us, like a display, but I can't tell you how many times we walked in on them, or on the aftermath."

"Once we found mom asleep, her face plastered in cum, and then we ran into Dad in the hall. I remember looking down at his dick, he and mom had just gotten it on minutes beforehand."

My dick twitched. Mom was looking at me directly, her features hard to read. I decided to press forward, "that's a lot of cum."

"Yeah," Jen said, smiling. She turned the page and there were more photos of them naked. "Will, in your honest opinion, do we still look good?"

"I'd have to see you naked to compare," I said dryly. I meant it as a joke, but Mom and Jen stood up, looking at each other.

"Fine," Mom said with a smirk. She lifted off her sundress and took off her sports bra. Jen stripped off her shirt and shorts. They both stood in front of me, and my eyes took them in hungrily. "Well?" Mom asked.

"Turn around slowly," I said. I was trying to sound playful but if I hadn't been holding the photo album my hands would have been shaking. They turned, and I looked them over. They sat back down, their bare thighs touching me.

"You've both still got it," I said.

Jen kissed me on the cheek to thank me. Mom looked at her, but then did the same.

"I don't know how your dad could stand all three of you like that," I said.

Mom looked at Jen but said nothing. "Well," Jen said, you've seen our nudist family vacation, or at least one of them." She stood up, stretching. "I'm going to swim."

She headed for the backyard, and once she was outside Mom turned to me. "About this morning."

"I said some pretty shitty things," I said. "I'm sorry."

"I'm sorry, too," she said, and took my hand in hers. She leaned against me, and turned the pages slowly. Her bare tits were pressed against my arm.

"Can I ask you a question, Mom?" I said. "Well, I have two questions, really. First, when was the last time you...you were with someone."

"Do you really want to know?" she asked. I nodded and she swallowed, "before I adopted you."

My heart sank, and she read the look on my face and she quickly added, "but that's not because of you. I was busy, sure, but I could have made time. I just...I didn't. It's hard to explain."

"You don't have to," I said quietly. The gravity of what she said was settling on me.

"What was your second question?" she asked.

"Well, when you would go around naked, back then, did you get aroused?"

She laughed. "All the time."

My eyes widened and she just grinned and cuddled up next to me. My hand was on her knee, and I ventured and moved it a little more up her thigh. She didn't protest or move, but reached over and turned the page. We looked at pictures of her and Jen showering together as my hand moved up her thigh slowly. Mom closed her eyes and let her head fall back on the couch pillow as my hand moved some more. I was halfway up her leg, on the inside of her thigh. Her breathing was low and quiet as I inched closer. She spread her leg a little more as my finger made contact with her damp pubic hair. I absentmindedly turned the album page.

I looked down at the album, my fingers touching my mom's wet pussy, and froze.

"It's okay," she whispered. "Touch me."

I shook myself to focus. My fingers brushed her labia, but it was the picture that had stopped me in my tracks, not nerves. The page had several photos of my Mom, Jen, and my grandmother. In each picture, they were naked just as before, but with one distinct difference.

Each one of them had cum on them.

There were pictures of my grandmother with cum on her tits, on her face, on her ass and up her back when she was on her hands and knees. And a picture of Jen with cum on her stomach, standing there in the sun as it dripped downward. It looked exactly like the day before, when I came on her. And mom. There was a picture of Mom with cum all over her tits.

I rubbed my mom absentmindedly, looking in shock at the pictures. She kept her eyes closed, enjoying herself. Another photo of mom had her back to the camera, cum all over her round ass cheeks, and a third picture with all three women, streaks of cum across all three of them, covering their thighs as they sat on a couch.

"I'm coming," she whispered, and started to buck her hips. I tried to focus on her, but the photos had burned into my brain. Mom came, her body thrashing as her wet pussy ground against my hand and the couch. She finished, taking her hand from me and opening her eyes.

At that exact moment, the back door slid open, and Jen walked in, still damp from the pool. Mom looked down at the album, her eyes wide. Jen approached us and stopped, her eyes also falling to that page.

"Well, I had meant to stop before we got that far," Jen said calmly. "But there you go."

"Will, listen..." Mom said, sitting up and moving back a few inches from me. I wiped my slick fingers on her thigh.

"It started as a joke," Jen said. "We knew mom and dad were going at it, around the back of the cabin, and we thought it would be funny to surprise them. So we snuck up and sprung up at them. Our timing was either good or bad, depending on your point of view, because just as dad started coming, we popped up from around the corner."

"Mom shrieked in surprise," Mom added. "And dad exploded. Most of it sprayed onto her, but one strand hit my thigh. He tried to stop, but of course he couldn't. He looked like he was going to die, and so did Mom. All of that playing around with the camera and stuff, and us accidentally seeing them before or after sex, that was all different.

"Mom was pretty mad at me and Jen, but mad at him, too. And we felt bad, because we caused that whole mess. So I just said I didn't care, and then Jen put her hand on mom and then wiped a bunch of cum across her stomach, and we just laughed, and so did they."

"After that, it became kind of a family joke."

"Cum?" I asked.

"Yes," Mom said, a far-off look in her eye. "The next day as Jen and I were cleaning dishes mom started to jerk him off behind us, and without us knowing, he came all over our asses."

"It was pretty funny," Jen said. "And kind of became a regular thing." She sat down next to me and turned the page, and there were more photos of mom, Jen, and grandma Kelly with cum on them. It was the last album page, but I wished there was more.

We said nothing for a moment, and then Mom stood up. She picked up her sundress and slipped it on, leaving her bra on the coffee table. Jen got up as well, putting her shorts and shirt back on. Mom reached for my hand and pulled me up. I did awkwardly, my dick getting in the way.

"I don't want you to be weirded out," she said. "That was just how our family was."

"I'm not freaked out," I said.

"You look disappointed," she said.

"Well, you put your clothes on," I said.

"Oh," she said, laughing. She kissed me on the cheek. "Jen and I were going to go out for a while anyway," she explained.

Jen left to get her things and mom whispered, "Are you sure you're okay? You just found out that our dad, your grandfather, used to come on us."

"Hey, you didn't mind, right? So it's okay."

"No, we enjoyed it," she grinned. "It was always fun when it happened."

I nodded, and she smiled. She stepped over to her dresser and pulled out a pair of black underwear. She slipped them on and stepped over to me. She kissed me on the cheek, and said "I owe you from this morning." She unzipped my pants, my dick free at last. She hiked the sundress up and stood in front of me.

"Play with my tits, baby," she said. She started to stroke my dick as I pulled her sundress down and my hand found her tits. "Tell me when you're close."

"I'm already close," I gasped. She grinned and stroked me faster. When it was evident that I was about to come she stepped closer, grabbing them hem of her underwear. She pulled them down, exposing her pussy, and I came. I bucked my hips and gasped as I erupted, shooting thick strands of cum all over her bushy pussy. I came hard, flooding her pussy, her underwear catching all of my cum. When my orgasm finished she let go of them hem with a snap. The fabric was already soaking through, and I understood.

"There," she said, patting her underwear with one hand. She picked up her sundress and pulled it back on. She kissed me on the cheek and left the room, my dick dripping onto her floor.

When Mom and Jen returned they had shopping bags in hand and both looked giddy. I knew Jen had a job interview tomorrow at my old middle school, and Mom had taken her out to get her some new interview clothes. They deposited the bags on the table and found me swimming out back. I was naked, enjoying our new freedom around the house.

"Have you been out here all day?" Mom asked. She pulled off her sundress, her black underwear still on. My dick twitched as she pulled them off and stepped into the pool.

"Jen doesn't know," she whispered as she swam up to me. "But she almost found out."

"How?" I asked.

"A huge blob of cum ran down my leg. I guess there was too much to hold in. I don't think she saw it. At least I hope she didn't. I don't know how she'd react if she knew. I mean, going around naked is one thing, but..."

I opened my mouth but shut it immediately. The door slid open from the house and Jen joined us, also stripping down and jumping in.

"I'm glad you're not freaking out, now that you know the family secret," Jen said as she surfaced near me. She and mom swam around me, like sexy sharks.

"I was surprised, for sure," I said. "But, I can understand why."

"That's what happens when your parents are hippies," Mom said. "I think they would have been swingers, but were too timid to get it on with strangers, which I totally get."

"Can I ask you some questions?" I said, sitting on the pool steps while they climbed onto floats, their butts in the air. "Did he ever come on you when grandma wasn't around?"

"Not at first," Mom said. "It was always mom who initiated it, she thought it was funny. But once he was alone, and Jen and I ambushed him while he was jerking off in the shower. And he came on us. After that, well, it was all the time."

"Were you two always together?" I asked.

"Yes," Jen said, just as Mom said "No."

Jen raised her eyebrows in surprise. "I had no idea," she laughed. "I always thought it was when we were together."

"No," Mom admitted, blushing but grinning. "Once he came on me while I was home visiting, and you were in college. I was on the phone with mom, and I remember whatever I was wearing, there was a lot of cleavage. And I beckoned him over and wrote him a note. It said 'I'm on the phone with mom, cum on my tits.' He should his head but I pulled at my shirt, so my tits were out. And while I talked to mom and took down her grocery list he jerked off and came on my tits. And my face."

"Holy shit," Jen and I said together.

"I went shopping with his cum on my tits," she said. "I was so turned on I had to rub myself off on the way there, and the way back. When I got home, it was pretty clear to mom what had happened. I thought she'd be mad, but she got so turned on they ran upstairs and got it on."

"You're such a slut," Jen teased.

"God, Will, you must think we're horrible," Mom said.

"Strangely enough, I don't," I said, watching them tread water, looking as tempting as they did when they were young.

Chapter 4

"Wish me luck!" Jen chimed from the kitchen. It was the next day, and she was dressed for her interview. She was standing by mom, who was already decked out in dark grey scrubs for work. Jen left the house, and I set down my breakfast and looked mom over.

"I'm not wearing any underwear," she chimed, reading my mind. "So you have to save it for later."

"But you are wearing a bra," I noticed.

"I don't want to give anyone a heart attack at work," she laughed. She hugged me close and then looked serious. "Are you okay?"

"Fine," I said, surprised. "Why?"

"You learned—and did—a lot these last few days. I'm just worried about you."

"You're my mom, you're supposed to worry," I said.

"Yeah, but you don't normally come on your mom," she said wryly.

"That's why you're the world's greatest mom," I countered.

She laughed, kissing me on the forehead. "I'm glad you're a good sport about all of this. I honestly had no intention of ever telling you about any of it. But I'm glad it's out in the open. What we did, when we were young, was fun. I've never been able to talk to anyone about except Jen."

She left, and I headed out to meet some friends. It was odd, but I agreed with her, it was a relief, and perhaps the most erotic thing I could imagine. I still don't know how she'd feel about Jen having given me a blowjob, or the other times I came on her sister, but I figured we were in a good place.

I was playing video games in my friend Josh's basement when I got the first text. My phone buzzed. I looked down at the screen, and in the dim light I quickly stashed my phone in my pocket. When my turn ended I passed the remote to our friend Chris and went to the bathroom. I shut the door and unlocked my phone. The picture, that had made me stash my phone, was a picture of my mom's cleavage. She was in her office, the camera looking down her shirt. A second pick was her shirt off, her bra pushing her tits together. Then a picture down her pants; she had nothing on underneath, her pubic hair lit in the dim light. My mother was sending me pictures, something she probably would have done to their dad if the technology had existed back then.

I replied that I her, and I got a shot of my mom's ass poking out of her scrubs. I shook my head and returned to my game, feeling my phone pulse every now and then, anticipating what was waiting for me. When I had a chance to look, Mom told me she had to change her pants because she got so wet taking those pictures.

When I got home Jen was done with her interview. She was taking a nap, naked on the couch. When I shut the door behind me she woke up, looking at me through sleepy eyes.

"How was the interview?" I asked.

"I find out their decision tomorrow," she said. She stretched, and I looked her over, appreciating how my grandfather must have felt all the time. I guess my grandmother must have enjoyed herself, too.

"Can I tell you something?" she said. "My ex-husband never knew about our family history. I could never tell him something like that. I guess I knew, even from the beginning, that it wouldn't work out."

"His loss," I said. She smiled, closing her eyes. My dick was hard, and looking down at it I had a question I wanted to ask. "Did grandpa John always have an erection."

"Pretty much," she said. "Once he started coming all the time out in the open, it helped a bit. I think my mom was glad, too, because they did it a few times a day and I think she was worn out all the time. You could say that we shared the load."

She chuckled at her own joke and shifted a little bit on the couch. I looked her over, my mind brimming with questions. "Did you ever touch it?" I asked.

"Yes. A few times, but just accidentally, like if we were all swimming." She reached over and pulled me down so I was laying on the couch, and nimbly climbed over me. She lowered her pussy to my face just as she engulfed my dick in her mouth. Just like that we were pleasuring each other with our mouths. She sucked like she was possessed, her pussy grinding against my face. I had clearly triggered something powerful in her. I licked her, burying my face in her pussy, focusing my tongue on her clit.

The only sounds were our mouths on each other, our bodies pressed together. Jen's pussy was so wet, and soon she started grunting with my dick in her mouth. I doubled my efforts, and she came hard, bucking against me. I gripped her ass hard to steady her as my dick popped out of her mouth and she cried out. She thrashed as my tongue pressed and swirled against her clit, her pussy flooding my face with her wetness. She took my dick in her hand and stroked before taking it into her mouth.

I came hard, pumping cum into her mouth as she swallowed. I thrust upward, and she took me as deep as she good, still grinding her pussy against my face. I kept licking her, focusing now that my orgasm was finished. She kept me in her mouth, still sucking, as she came again. My face was covered in her wetness and she moaned, her mouth full of my softening dick. Her orgasm faded and she lifted off of me, clear strands leaking out of her pussy and onto my face. I pulled her close and buried my face in her tits, kissing her while she panted heavily against me.

We lay like that for a while, finally untangling so she could shower. I showered outside, which was where Mom found me when she came home.

"Hey," she said. She still had her scrubs on.

"Hey," I said. She stripped off her scrubs and piled them on the deck chair. She jumped into the pool.

"Jen's asleep," she said. "Passed out on her bed. Looks exhausted." She looked at me and I played dumb.

"She said the interview went well," I said, stepping out of the shower. My dick was limp but I felt it stiffen slightly as she swam naked.

"Did you enjoy my texts?" she finally asked.

"I did," I said with a grin.

"Imagine how hard it's going to be when you're in classes again," she said. She swam close and I pulled her to me. She wrapped her legs around my waist, floating against me. My dick was inches from her pussy, but it felt like an insurmountable distance.

"Can we talk about yesterday?" I asked. She looked upset but nodded. "I shouldn't have tried that."

"I can't blame you for trying," she said. "I did call you into the tub with me, let you rub me off. It's my fault."

"No, it isn't," I said. "I'm sorry for what I said, though."

"I know," she said in a small voice. It had still hurt her, though. "But we're good now, right?"

"Better than good," I said.

She laughed, then said, "I was so nervous when you saw that album yesterday. I thought you might try and move out or something when you found it."

"It was a shock, for sure," I said. "But damn, mom, that's pretty hot. Your dad coming on you, and your mom knowing about it." I paused, asking her the same question. "Did you ever, do it for him."

She said nothing, but led me out of the pool. "Come upstairs and give me a backrub, and I'll answer any question you have." She toweled off and scooped up her scrubs as we headed upstairs. I pulled her into my room, leading her to my bed. She lay on her stomach, and I knelt over her, slowly kneading her back.

"Thanks," she said. "Long day at work." She sighed, the continued. "Yes, to answer your question. Sometimes I'd jerk him off. It was my idea, really. He and mom were always getting him to come in front of us, and it was fun. So one day while they were getting him close I reached out and grabbed it and finished the job. And then when she wasn't around, I'd do it, too. I used to love it."

We were quiet for a while, and I moved down her back to her ass. I massaged her ass and she lifted it high in the air. Her pussy was dripping. I ventured closer with my hands, my fingers an inch from her pussy as I said, "just your hands?"

She paused, then moved her ass sidewise so my fingers made contact. She sighed as I touched her. Her shoulders were low and her ass up high, and my fingers slid along her labia with each. I rubbed her slowly, switching between her clit and the entrance of her vagina.

"Don't ever tell Jen," she said, her voice muffled by the bed. "But, no."

"How?" I asked, letting her delay for dramatic effect.

"I'd let him do it between my tits. Not at first, not for a long time."

"I bet that was fun," I said. "You've got really nice tits."

"Thanks," she said.

"Did you ever give him a blowjob?" I asked. I rubbed her a little faster, my other hand gently kneading her ass. She sighed.

"Yes," she said. "I can't imagine what you think of me."

"Tell me," I implored. "I think you're amazing."

"We were on vacation in Mexico, we were on the beach, and he was hard and we were alone. And I took him into my mouth. I asked, and he had said no, and I begged him, I begged him to let me suck his dick. He finally relented and I went down on him. And after that, well I did it quite a few times. Mom either didn't know or didn't care. And I loved sucking him off, swallowing his cum."

I focused on her clit as I slid three fingers into her. She responded by bucking backward with her ass, fucking my fingers as she did so. I fingered my mom as she grunted quietly into the mattress, her sounds guttural like an animal.

"Did you like swallowing your dad's cum? Did you like it when he came on your face and tits?"

"Yes," she gasped. "I loved it! I loved his cum so much."

She came, her pussy clamping down on my fingers. She writhed and took a deep, sharp breath and then fell forward. My hand slipped out from her pussy. She rolled over, her eyes on fire, and grabbed my dick. She stroked me, angling her body lower. She stroked me and made soft whimpering noises, begging me to come.

It was too much, and I bucked my hips into her hand and came. She pulled herself up, letting the head of my dick explode against her lips. I came all over her face, my dick pressed against her soft lips, leaving giant globs of cum all over her chin. Cum dribbled onto her chin, over her tits, as she kept stroking me.

With jolt, I realized that mom was coming. I wasn't touching her but she was having an orgasm. She bucked her hips and let go of my dick, which flopped down on her breast, leaving a streak of cum.

Mom's eyes were shut, covered in cum, but she found my hand and pulled me down on her. She kissed me, pressing her face against me, smearing my own cum on my face as we kissed. I tasted my own cum as our lips parted and her tongue found mine. I kissed her tits, smearing more cum on them, as my fingers found her pussy again. I rubbed her off, and she came quickly, her body shaking violently as another powerful orgasm overtook her. She kept kissing me, our bodies a sticky mess, until her orgasm was over. Then she pulled me next to her, cuddling close.

We lay there, silent, a sticky mess, as she curled up next to me. She threw a leg over me, her thigh contacting my sticky, spent penis. Her pussy leaked onto my side, and we lay there, together. As I drifted off to sleep, I wondered what else my mom was waiting to tell me..

(to be continued)

Chapter 1

My mom stirred as she lay next to me, still asleep. We were pressed together, her bare breasts pressed against me. Last night we had shared something raw and sexual, but now as I held her I felt tenderness and longing. I didn't want to go back and forth with her. I needed to know something, I needed to take charge and learn the outcome once and for all.

I was already erect, my dick throbbing as I took in the sight of my naked mother, her hair disheveled and her body pressed to mine. My hand touched her ass, gently squeezing her. She stirred again, her eyes fluttering open.

"Morning," she said. She curled up against me, putting her leg up on my thigh. Her knee brushed my erection. "Someone's up, I see."

I laughed pulling her closer. My hand cupped her ass and she ran a hand through my hair. My other hand found her breast, so soft in my hand, her nipple already stiff against my thumb.

"I haven't come like that in years," she whispered. "It's been too long, and I've wasted so much time. If I had known you thought of me that way, I would have done something about it sooner."

"Really?" I asked, surprised.

"Maybe, I don't know. Maybe not," she said, sighing softly. "Honestly it's so strange I can't imagine what I'd do. This is both familiar and uncharted at the same time."

She paused, nestling closer to me. Her leg was pressed against my erection, my heart beat registering with each throb. She spoke quietly in my ear, "How long have you thought about me like this?"

"A while," I admitted. "But I never thought of actually trying anything. But if I had known..."

"Known what?" She teased.

I pulled her closer and she rolled on top of me. Her tits were pressed against me and her legs fell on either side of mine. Her pubic hair was scratchy against the head of my dick. I was an inch away from her pussy. I had never been closer, and I took another risk. I kissed her, gently kneading her ass. She responded in kind, pressing her lips against me. I inched her body down slowly, at the same time gently thrusting upward.

The tip of my dick touched her pussy. She froze, her body tense, her heart hammering against me. She pulled her lips from mine, still frozen, not letting me inch closer. The tip of my dick was touching her labia, seeking her entrance. Seeking what I had wanted longer than I realized.

"We can't," she whispered.

I had had it with her reluctance. She either did or did not want it. It was time that I knew. "Let me," I said. "Please." I kissed her and she reciprocated, but her body remained rigid.

"Will," she said, her voice soft, pleading.

"I want this," I said. "But only if you do." I was still touching her pussy with my dick. I didn't want to force it. I wanted her to move, to slowly slide herself down on me. "I want you, all of you."

She said nothing, but looked at me with a burning intensity.

"When was the last time?" I asked her gently.

"Med school," she whispered. "A friend and I were l studying late, and one thing led to another. It's been so long."

She made an almost imperceptible movement, and her labia parted around my dick. She moved again and the tip of me was in her.

She paused, panting. I think she was nervous, maybe even scared. "I'm your mom," she said, as if trying to talk herself out of it.

"And I want you," I said. I gently took my hands off her ass and brought them up to her tits. She lifted her chest to let me cup them, and as she did she slid a little more so the head of my dick was entirely inside her.

She sighed as I gently touched her tits. "Do you remember our trip to Spain?" She asked playfully.

"The topless beach?" I asked.

"Did you look at my tits?" She asked.

"The entire time," I said. She grinned, sinking a little lower so another inch me of slipped inside her. She kissed me, and a little more of me entered her. I was about halfway inside her when she pulled upward, leaving only the tip still in her pussy.

"I can't believe we're doing this," she said. I was relieved, worried she would change her mind at any moment. "What would my sister think?"

Before I could answer she pushed up, sitting up and down softly on me. I entered her completely, both of us gasping.

"Oh, Mom," I whispered

"I like when you say that," she said, slowly riding me. I was fucking my mom, the mind-blowing notion suddenly hit me. I grabbed her ass, letting her ride me faster. She ground her clit against me, her breath coming in the ragged gasps I knew so well.

"I'm coming," she whispered, her body shuddering as she ground against me. Her pussy gripped me, pulsing around me as she rode me hard. I gripped her tits gently as she came, her body tense and then yielding to a wave a pleasure that hit her suddenly.

Mom quickened her pace and I realized she was close to coming again. I let go of her tits, grabbing her hips and bucking upward, exploding into her.

She gasped as we came together. She collapsed against me, my dick pumping into her pussy. She lay on top of me, breathing hard as I filled her with each pulse of my dick.

She lay quietly for a minute, breathing against me, and then giggled.

"What is it?" I asked.

"I just did it with my son," she said, still laughing softly. "I just, I just can't believe it. I just let you come inside me. And the funny thing is, I was afraid to let you."

I was puzzled. She sat up, keeping me inside her as my erection faded. "You know my dad and I...we never actually did it. I wanted to, but he never gave in. I mean, we did lots of other things, but never this. I kept trying, but he never..."

"Well, you don't have to try now," I said, causing her to laugh.

"They'd run us out of town if anyone knew," she said with a laugh. She got off of me, semen pouring out of her onto my thigh. She looked at the mess pensively. "You know there can't be a relationship, right?"

"Can't a guy just do his mom?" I said, laughing. She laughed at my joke, her tits bouncing hypnotically.

"Whenever you want," she whispered, "as long as we keep it a secret." She looked at me pensively, cum still dripping out of her pussy. My dick stirred, slowly stiffening as I looked her over.

"I always liked watching them grow," mused, and bent down to take my cum-covered dick into her mouth. She had her ass in the air as she bobbed up and down on my dick, getting me fully erect in seconds. I ran my hands through her hair as she sucked me, taking me into her mouth and moaning softly.

Whatever bonus level I had just unlocked with my mom, I had to admit I could get used to this. She bobbed up and down, sucking me, her round ass swaying as she worked. I felt myself close to coming. She must hand sensed it because she took me in deep as I came. She swallowed what little cum I had not already emptied into her pussy, wiping her chin as she sat up.

"Now I've got to shower, so try and stay out of trouble," she said, her ass swaying as she left my room.

After some time, I got up and showered. The hot water felt good on my skin, and I was absolutely giddy. I had fucked my mom. I had entered her and came inside her. The idea was surreal but as I showered I thought of all the times I had subconsciously noticed her. I had wanted this for some time, I just didn't realize it. All the times I took notice of her cleavage, or that amazing, round ass of hers. And I realized all the times she had cuddled close to me, or worn just a bathrobe, her tits practically spilling out. Had she been dropping hints, or was it subconscious for her, a throwback to a different time in her life? Either way, something had changed in both of us.

I got dressed and found Jen in her room. She was wearing khaki shorts and an old t-shirt, and holding a pair of wrenches.

"Good morning," she said, beaming. Her hair was damp from the shower. "Maggie's already out to work. Do you still want to help me change this faucet?"

I grinned and got to work. Replacing the sink faucet was the last thing on our list to renovate Jen's room. We sat together on the floor, her tiny shorts riding up her thighs. I snuck a glance and grinned, she was once again not wearing anything under her shorts. I saw the edge of her labia and curls of her bushy hair, and my dick gave a twitch. I had already come twice in less than an hour, but I found my dick still had plenty of life.

"Nervous, about the job?" I asked as I crawled under the sink. I lay on my back, looking up at the bottom of the old faucet. She handed me a wrench and I worked to loosen the old fittings, which were stubborn.

"Yeah, I hope I get it," she said. "I don't want to keep on freeloading off of Maggie."

"She doesn't mind," I said, pausing to look at Jen. I couldn't see her face, but I got a nice view of her pussy, and her tits were held together in her tight t-shirt. My dick gave another stir.

"I know, but I'd like to start working, contributing and all that. I don't know if I can afford a house here, but I'd like to at least pay some of the bills while I'm here."

"I think she's pretty happy that you're here," I said.

"She might not be as happy if she knew what we were doing," she said pensively. She put her hand on my knee and I paused my work. Mom might not be happy at all, but could she really be mad at her sister for doing the same thing she was doing? I was in unfamiliar territory, so anything was possible.

"Maybe," I said, not wanting to reveal anything. I finally loosened the bolt holding the old sink, releasing a fine mist of dust onto my face.

"Are you okay?" she said as I batted the dust away.

"Oh, you know," I said, "unexpected mess on my face."

"I know the feeling," she said, laughing. Her hand moved up my knee. I removed the bolt and scooted out of the sink. She sat up next to me as I wiped more dust off my face.

"I'm going to need another shower," I said. We pulled off the old sink and installed the new one. She helped me by holding it in place as I tightened the new bolts. She kept pressing her tits onto me, getting me hard again. My phone buzzed in my pocket, but I ignored it.

"Any leaks?" she said.

"No, nothing." I replied. I test the faucets, and started cleaning up the tools when her phone rang.

"I have to check," she pleaded.

"It might be the job," I said. "Get it."

She took her phone and I sat on the edge of the bed. My phone buzzed again and I took it out of my pocket. It was a text from Mom, just a picture of her tits in the mirror, a work bathroom picture to keep me aroused. It was no different than her parents and their film camera. Jen was finishing her phone call, and I stashed my phone and walked over to her.

"Yes, that works. I'll check and get right back to you. Thank you," she said curtly. She hung up, setting her phone on the counter. I stood behind her in the mirror, trying to read her expression.

"I got the job," she said to my reflection. She was beaming. She turned around and hugged me. She practically leapt into my arms, and we fell backward against the wall.

"Congratulations," I said, kissing her.

"Let's celebrate," she said. "Let's go to the beach." She kissed me again, and sent me to my room to get ready. Minutes later I met her at the stairs. She wore a tiny, yellow bikini that was very low cut. We walked to my car, and I saw about an inch of her ass crack was visible. She kept looking her shoulder as we walked through the house. As we drove to the beach, we talked about her job.

"I start August 15th for training and development workshops," she said as I drove. She was drumming on her knees, her feet on the dashboard. "I can't believe I got it."

"I can," I said. She smiled at me, and closed her eyes and let the wind whip through her hair. We pulled up at the beach approach and set up a blanket away from everyone else. It was a weekday, and the beach was not crowded but it wasn't deserted, either. She put sunblock on her arms, chest, and legs, but then lay on her stomach and handed me the bottle.

"Get to work," she teased. I spread sunblock on her back, and the back of her legs. She parted her legs and I rubbed as close as I dared in broad daylight. No one was watching us, but we had to be careful.

I sat next to her, rubbing her inner thighs, looking left and right. "Can you move so your head is pointed to the water?" I asked.

"Why?" she said.

"Trust me," I replied. She shifted, turning her whole body about a quarter turn. I picked up my book, holding it in one hand while my other hand slipped between her thighs.

"Ah, I see," she said. From this angle, no one would be able to see my hand between her legs. I gently pulled her bikini to the side, brushing her labia with my hand. She was already wet. I wondered if she had been in a constant state of arousal, as I had been. She spread her legs more, lifting her ass slightly as she rested her head on her forearms.

"May I?" I asked.

"Always," she relied, her eyes closed as I ran my fingers up and down her labia. I kept looking over my shoulder, holding my book against my knee and not paying attention to the pages, as I slid my fingers into her. My thumb made contact with her clit and I worked my fingers into her as I rubbed her clit. She panted softly, trying to keep still as I penetrated her and rubbed her off.

"Mmnnn," she gasped, trying to be calm. No one was watching us, but if she cried out or started thrashing around, we would be discovered. I focused my efforts, enjoying watching her try and fight to keep control in public. An elderly gentleman was walking our way, his dog pulling him along at a slow pace. He'd walk right past us in a minute.

"I'm coming," Jen whispered. I let out a sigh of relief, surprised at how tense I was. I had never done anything remotely like this in public. Jen's ass quivered, it was the only physical indication that she was coming. She panted, squeezing my fingers tight inside her, until she begged me to stop.

I pulled out of her and wiped my fingers off on the towel. She lay still, her body slowly relaxing. Her bikini bottom was still askew and I enjoyed the view of her pussy, swollen and slightly open from my intrusion. The man and his dog made slow progress as they crossed near us, his eyes on some distant point on the horizon. When he passed Jen rolled onto her back, her bikini still slightly pulled to the side. You could see half of her pubic hair.

"Your bikini bottom," I said.

"Thanks," she said, adjusting it. "And thanks for that, I haven't done anything public like that in a while."

I thought of my mom, giving a blowjob on the beach in Mexico, and wondered what else these women did. "Such as?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing too crazy," she sighed, lightly patting her stomach. "BJs. Stuff like that. Your mom, she was the wild one."

"I find that hard to imagine," I said.

"You'd be surprised," she said. I put my hand on her thigh, and she closed her eyes. I scanned the horizon, deeming the coast clear enough, and slid my hand under her bikini bottom. In seconds, I had penetrated her again, my thumb on her clit.

"Who was her first, and your first," I asked.

She sighed a long, contented sigh. I was taking my time with my hand, in no hurry to bring her next orgasm. "Hers was a boyfriend in freshman year of college. Nice guy, great smile. First black guy I ever saw naked."

My hand slipped in surprise and she laughed. There was nothing strange about my mom and a black guy, but it was just a mental image I hadn't expected. I thought about my mom, her pale skin against his. "And you?"

"Our neighbor, the one who saw us naked. One day I went over there and fucked him. I wanted to get laid, and I knew he'd be game. I walked over in a bikini and had it off in a minute. He was married, and much older, but I didn't care. He and I did it regularly for years, even when I had a boyfriend, I'd come home and pay him a visit."

She was getting close to coming, and I fell silent and concentrated on her. She started to come, her pussy wetter than before, her nipples hard through her bikini top. This time a small cry escaped her lips, and she clamped her thighs around my hand, bucking her hips slightly. I acted casual, looking out at the water as she came. When she finished I withdrew my hand, looking down at her.

"God, I'm such a slut," she said, grinning.

"I'm not complaining," I said. Then I had a thought, "how'd you see my mom's boyfriend naked?"

"Oh, I walked in on them once, when they were home for spring break. They were going at it, and I opened the door and there they were."

"Details," I said simply.

She laughed. "Well, she was bent over the bed, and he was doing her from behind. And when I walked in he pulled out of her, and so I saw the whole thing. I'd rate him average, but really thick. I'd never seen one that thick. He was pretty nice, I think his name was Michael.

"Anyway, Maggie told me to get out and after I shut the door I could hear them going at it again. I leaned against the door and rubbed myself off while they were doing it."

Again, the vision of my mother getting taken from behind like that popped into my head. There was nothing odd about having a black boyfriend or girlfriend, but for some reason it was erotic just to know anything about my mother.

"Our neighbor, he had a small one," she said, "but god, he knew how to use it. I used to come three or four times with him. Probably the best I've ever had."

She sat up and took my hand. We went swimming, enjoying the warm gulf water and sneaking the occasional feel or kiss when no one was looking.

"Tell me more," I said. "Did you, and your dad, did you ever actually do it."

"No," she said simply. "Apparently there are some lines I won't cross. I mean, blood relatives and all. Besides, I think Mom liked keeping that to herself, you know. And anyway, I once took on a boyfriend and his neighbor, and when I moved to college I had a new boyfriend, and another and another. And then I married my ex, and that turned out just great."

She laughed bitterly.

"And now?" I said.

"And now I've got a horny nephew, who isn't a blood relative," she grinned. "Come on."

I followed her out of the water, watching her bikini hang off of her ass as she walked. We grabbed our towels and blanket and rinsed off in the beach approach shower. When we buckled into my car she looked around the parking lot. While it was mid-day, we are alone. She grinned, and untied her top, letting it fall away.

"Just drive," she said, sinking low in her seat. I pulled out of the parking lot, driving slowly past a large, older gentleman whose eyes opened wide at the site of Jen's tits. "Well, he got an eyeful," she mused as we drove onto the main road. I found it hard to concentrate with her tits out like that. She rode low in the seat, so only her bare shoulders were visible.

"Is it weird to tell you about old partners?" she asked.

"Not if you're going to take your top off," I joked.

We were halfway home when Jen said, "Pull over, down that side street." I pulled into a shady lane near our house. No one was around, and Jen unbuckled and leaned over. I gasped as she tugged at my bathing suit and freed my dick. I lifted up to help her move my swimsuit down, and she engulfed my dick in seconds.

"Still salty," she commented with a giggle. I leaned back, letting her suck me off. I cupped one of her bare tits in my hand, my eyes constantly checking the mirrors. No one turned down the road, but what would they see if they did? Jen bobbed faster, sucking me as I gently squeezed her breast in my hand.

She suddenly took me in her hand, stroking me furiously as she kissed the base of my dick. I came, gasping and stifling a grunt as I ejaculated into her hair. She laughed, still stroking me as I came on her face, now taking me back into her mouth, swallowing what remaining cum spurt out of me. I was spent, exhausted, my dick quickly softening. She sat up, buckling up. She had cum in her hand and on her chin, which was slowly dripping onto her tits. Strands of cum hung in her wet hair. She wiped her chin and grinned, sitting back as I drove home.

When Mom came home we got dressed to go out and celebrate Jen's job. Both women wore sundresses and sandals, and I wore slacks and a dress shirt. Both had their hair up, and their dresses showed their ample cleavage. Mom took us to an open-air restaurant on the beach, near where I had fingered Jen that morning. She pulled out all the stops, treating us to a celebratory dinner for Jen. The wine flowed freely, since I was the designated driver, and soon both my mom and my aunt were tipsy.

"Here's to Jen," Mom said, raising her glass, "now she can buy her own groceries." She giggled, touching her glass to ours. They each took a long sip of wine, and I took the moment to stare at their tits. Mom caught my eye and grinned as she set her glass down.

"Thank you," Jen said. "For everything. For letting me stay here, for helping me out, for loaning Will to be my personal servant."

"You have to share him, though," Mom joked. I shifted in my seat, wondering if she'd be so amiable if she knew that hours earlier Jen was showering my cum out of her hair. I looked them both over. They were both so open about their sex lives when they were together, I wondered if they'd really mind all that much? It sure beat sneaking around.

I thought of my mom laying on me that morning, my dick touching her pussy. I had let her choose, but I had made myself clear. I wanted it. I wanted her to want it. Would it work again?

"Tell me," I said in a low voice. They both leaned in to listen conspiratorially, "Did you two pick those dresses together?"

"Why?" Mom asked.

"Because our waiter has come by more than usual, and he's been sneaking glances down them."

The sisters grinned, and Jen said, "unintended side effect. You get used to it."

"I don't think I could ever get used to it," I said.

"Good," they said together, giggling.

We headed home, Mom and Jen in the back seat, both a little more than tipsy. We made it into the house and they headed straight out back, dragging me with them. Mom pulled off her dress and threw her bra on the chair, running to the hot tub. Jen followed suit, her body jiggling pleasantly as she ran. They beckoned me over, both of them giggling and blushing. I slid into the water, both my mom's and Jen's eyes on my dick as it disappeared under the water.

I sat between them, and Mom's hand slid over to me, gently gripping my dick under the water. Jen had no idea what she was doing, and I ran my hand over Mom's pussy. She let me rub her with my fingers, gently stimulating her. I sat back, enjoying myself. I put my other hand on Jen's thigh, and she spread her legs, letting me slide closer to her pussy. I touched her, hoping Mom wouldn't notice.

Mom was in her own world, her eyes closed. Jen let her head fall back, also oblivious. I rubbed my mother and aunt off at the same time. Mom lazily stroked me, not really pay attention to what she was doing. I didn't mind, I would come eventually. I wanted to savor this moment in time, my fingers probing the two sisters at the same time.

Mom's chest was heaving, and she stopped stroking me and gently gripped the base of my dick. She was coming. I rubbed her clit with my fingers, mirroring the same motion with Jen. Mom sighed almost inaudibly, her legs thrashing slowly against me. I kept rubbing her as Jen came, also fighting to keep calm under the bubbling water. Mom's orgasm ended and she started to stroke me with renewed vigor. Jen leaned back, her eyes closed, unaware that inches from her body, her sister was stroking my dick.

I came forcefully, a day of orgasms leaving me tender and even a little sore. I didn't care, though, as I pumped semen into the hot tub, knowing that clouds of it were swirling around the two sisters. Mom kept stroking me until I grew soft in her hands.

All three of us had dreamy looks in our eyes. Jen's tits were floating above the water, her back getting massaged by the jets. I moved across from them, looking at them both as they soaked in the hot tub contentedly.

"What is it?" Mom asked, looking at my smirk.

"I'm just enjoying the view," I said.

She sat up a little, her tits out of the water. I looked them both over, noting how remarkably similar they looked. I felt my dick swell up a little, even though I was thoroughly exhausted.

"All this nudity's going to warp your mind," Mom teased. "Right, Jen?"

"Those were some crazy times," Jen said, standing up. I looked her over. She pulled Mom up by the hand, and both women walked arm in arm into the house, dripping water behind them.

Chapter 2

The next morning, I had three of my friends over to watch some TV and waste some of our remaining summer hours. Mom was already working, and Jen was hanging out around the house. She had put on a very short pair of khaki shorts and a tank top. My friends were noticing, and I found myself getting a little irritated about it.

"Will, your aunt is as hot as your mom. If I lived here, I'd be jerking off constantly," my friend Alex whispered once after she walked by.

"Yeah, well, control yourself," I said, and they laughed. In truth, I agreed with them, but I felt territorial.

"I mean, that ass," Chris said. "Jesus, look at it."

"I am," Alex joked.

I got up and headed to the kitchen on the pretense of getting a drink. Jen was there, fixing herself a sandwich.

"Oh, hi," she said, turning to face me. I had to agree with Chris, that ass was pretty spectacular.

"Hey," I said, then I dropped my voice, "sorry my friends are staring at you."

"Just be glad I put on underwear," she smirked. "I don't want to give your friends any ideas."

I paused, then looked at her sly smirk. "Give them ideas?"

"Yes," she said, and winked. "It worked last time, didn't it?"

I thought back to when she had moved in, not so long ago, and how she had laid there on the ground, her shorts riding up, her pussy on display. She raised her eyebrows mischievously. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. She kissed me on the cheek and took her plate outside. I rejoined my friends in a daze.

We sat around for another half hour or so, and then Jen came in and brought us a tray of snacks from the kitchen. She set them on the coffee table in front of us, bending low, treating us to her ample cleavage. My friends leered but her eyes were on me. My eyes followed her all the way to the kitchen. When she was sure they were no longer looking, she pulled a ball of purple fabric out of her pocket and waved it at me. She had taken off her underwear.

Jen kept coming by, checking in on us, bending low to take the tray away later. She mouthed the words "I'm so wet" at me while my friends were staring at her tits. Hours later I shooed my friends out as soon as I politely could, and when I found her again she was in her room changing.

"What's up?" I asked.

"Come on, we're going out for a walk," she said. She had put on a sports bra and running shorts. She waited for me to change and then drove me to a local trail that was popular for jogging and running. We walked, enjoying the shady trees and warm air.

"That was some show you gave my friends," I said after a while.

"Was it?" she said with a smirk. "I couldn't tell."

"Let's just say none of us could stand up for a while," I said.

"That would have been a sight," she said, kicking a pine cone down the trail. "Four guys all hard for me."

"How many have you seen at once," I ventured.

She looked up and down the trail. We were alone, but we walked a little more before she answered. "Three. College was an interesting time for me. It was my boyfriend and his roommates. They walked in on us, and we invited them to join in. They took turns."

My dick twitched. "You certainly go for what you want," I said.

"I do," she said. "So does your mom."

I swallowed, trying not to look guilty. "Like what?"

"Oh, I shouldn't be the one to tell you," she said with a wicked grin. "But let's just say she can accommodate."

"Tell me," I said.

"Okay, but don't let her know. Once I walked in on her sucking her boyfriend while another guy was taking her behind. She had cum all over her face, and I think they were on round two."

We stopped walking. We were around a tight bend in the trail, a blind spot. I pulled her close, kissing her. My hand went down her shorts, feeling her wet labia as I slid over them.

"Did you enjoy showing off this morning?" I whispered.

"It got me so wet," she admitted, panting hard as I touched her. I rubbed her quickly, letting her lean her weight against me as I rubbed her out.

"Hurry," she said, "someone could find us." I doubled my efforts, rubbing her off. She moaned, her body tensing up and as she got closer. My free hand gently gripped her tit through her shirt, my other hand rubbing furiously against her clit.

"I'm coming, Will," she gasped, bucking her hips against me. I fingered her faster, feeling her climax hard. She gasped loudly, moaning a little, and I didn't care if anyone heard. I wanted her.

I withdrew my hand and she started to sink to her knees.

"No," I said gently.

"You don't want a blowjob?" she asked, surprised.

I pulled her back up and put my hands on her hips. I turned her around gently, pushing her softly toward a nearby tree. She bent over, sticking her ass out as I pulled down her shorts.

"If anyone comes by..." she said.

"They won't," I said, guiding my swollen member toward her dripping pussy. She was wet, accepting, and I slid into her gently. She gasped, pushing back as I penetrated her. I fucked her with hard, decisive strokes. I wanted to take my time, to savor her bubble butt as I slapped against it, but we were fucking on a hiking trail in broad daylight. Time was not a luxury in public.

"Fuck me," she squealed, "come inside me."

I obliged, thrusting into her hard and harder. Her ass jiggled with each thrust and I felt her pussy tighten around me. She started to come, her grip on my dick increasing, and I released. I came, emptying into her, buried deep as my dick pulsed and shot cum deep inside.

I panted as I kept coming, the realization that I had just fucked my aunt washing over me. It only heightened the pleasure of fucking outdoors in broad daylight.I pulled out just as we heard voices down the trail. Hastily we put our clothes back together. We walked down the trail, acting casual, but under close scrutiny anyone with experience would know we had just had sex. A large hiking group passed us, mostly kids on a camp, and Jen took my arm in hers and we walked slowly.

"Damn," she whispered. "It has been too long."

"You're welcome," I said. "And thank you."

"I just did it with my nephew," she said, laughing to herself. "Never thought that would happen."

"Do you regret it?" I asked.

"Hell no," she said with a laugh. "That was pretty amazing." She kissed me on the cheek. "Let's do that again soon."

Mom came home to a fancy pizza that Jen and I picked up. We were settling to watch a movie, and she joined us on the couch. She still had her scrubs on, and sank into the couch with a sigh.

"Long day," she explained. "Second-to-last surgery took an extra hour. By the time I got to the last scheduled one, the poor guy had been waiting forever. I'm beat."

"Then sit and do nothing, that's why we ordered a pizza," Jen said. "Relax."

"What did you two do today?" Mom asked. Jen cast a quick glance my way and shrugged.

"I had some friends over, then Jen and I hiked the jogging trail."

"Sounds like fun, I wish I could have joined you," Mom said, and I exchanged a quick glance with Jen. I felt a jolt of guilt. Not for having sex with Jen, it was clear what we were doing was completely physical and fun. I felt guilty for not telling Mom. But how would she react? On one hand, she couldn't judge me. On the other, maybe she was not into the idea of both of them having sex with me.

Jen put on the movie and we settled into the couch. I sat between the two of them, our usual sitting arrangement. Mom took a slice of pizza and sank in next to me. It was an action flick, one of the run-of-the-mill where an entire computer-generated city is laid to waste before the end. Jen settled onto her side, eventually closing her eyes. After a while Mom looked over at her. Jen was curled up on the couch, her butt close to me. Her shorts had ridden up, and it was clear she had nothing on underneath. We both could see her labia poking out from one side of her shorts.

"Well, there you go," Mom sighed. "As usual."

"I've already seen her naked, it's no big deal."

"I guess not," she said, nodding. "You've been exposed to a lot over the last few days."

"Not complaining," I whispered.

"I bet not," she smirked. She was still looking at Jen's ass. "Jen's got a nice ass."

"So do you," I said. I was getting hard, and Mom noticed.

"Who's that for?" she said, eyeing my erection in my shorts.

I reached over and tugged at the neckline of her scrubs, pulling them down a little. I stared at her cleavage, and she grinned.

"You're not suggesting that we fool around right now," she purred. "While my sister's asleep."

I meant just that, and I slipped a hand into her shirt and cupped her tit to make my intention clear. She grinned.

"Just a blowjob," she whispered. "I don't want to wake her up." Then she reached down and unzipped my shorts. She had my dick in her hand in seconds, stroking it. "God, if she woke up right now..."

Mom bent over and took me into her mouth. I made no sound, fearful of waking Jen. The idea of her sleeping right next to us heightened the experience. I don't know how many dicks Mom had sucked, but she was very skilled. She used her hand at the same time, working me slowly but firmly. Her ass was sticking up, and I reached over and gently gripped it.

"You like my ass?" she whispered.

"Mm hmm," I whispered, afraid to speak and wake Jen. Mom stopped, reaching back and pulling down her scrubs. Her ass was bare, and she darted a hand between her thighs and returned to my dick. I grabbed her ass hard, and she took me in deeper.

Her head bobbed up and down gently, careful not to wake her sister. Mom took her time, sucking me and rubbing herself. I ran my free hand through her hair. Every so often she paused, letting me slip out of her mouth as she looked up and me with longing eyes.

I was about to come, and I gently squeezed her ass. She took me in deeper and I came, spurting cum into her mouth. She swallowed my seed, drinking me down as I kept coming. My dick popped out of her mouth and I kept coming, spurting cum into her hair and on her cheek. She gasped, rubbing her clit furiously, coming with me.

She kept still, but I could see her body tense up and then release. She came, my dick still pulsing and spilling cum onto her cheek. When we were both finished she sat up, her hands slick with my cum and her wetness, and she grinned.

"I'm going to bed," she said. "I needed that."

"Any time," I said. Mom grinned, and got up and left. I sat there for a moment, looking at Jen's ass and thinking about Mom's blowjob. I stood up, stretching, standing over my aunt. As I did a blob of cum dripped off of my dick and fell onto her thigh. She stirred, and I froze. She shifted slightly in her sleep and then settled back down. I sighed in relief and turned off the TV, leaving her to sleep on the couch, my cum running down her leg.

Chapter 3

I woke early, slipping into a hot shower. I was exhausted. As I cleaned up I looked down at my flaccid dick. Who knew all this sex would be so exhausting? I was not complaining, but I also knew that there was a mental toll I would have to pay. I didn't know how long I could juggle both women. Under the same roof, sooner or later one of them would learn the truth. Animal lust had us rutting like rabbits, no feelings, no attachment, just pleasure.

I heard a knock on my bathroom door and called out.

"It's me," Mom said in a sing-song voice.

"Come in, I'm just showering," I called. I heard her shut the door behind me. The shower door was clear glass but steamed over from the heat. I could see her outline and guessed she was naked. She approached the glass and pressed her breasts against it.

"Hey, you guessed the password to open the door," I joked. She laughed, opening the door and slipping into the hot water with me. She kissed me, pressing up against me. My dick was already springing to life as our bodies pressed together.

"I'm worried I'm going to wear you out," she teased.

"Never," I said.

"I haven't gotten any in a long time, I've got a lot of catching up to do," she said, kissing me.

I pulled her close, our bodies smashed together, my hands on her ass. We ground against each other, our bodies slick with water. She pulled away suddenly, smiling, and reached for my shampoo. She took some in her hand, and began to wash her hair.

"Can you get my back?" she said, handing me a sponge laden with soap. I took the sponge and rubbed her back, spending a lot of time on her ass. She turned, rinsing her hair, and I washed her stomach and breasts. My hands roamed everywhere, enjoying the feeling of her wet body against mine.

She turned around, pressing her soap-covered ass against me, grinding against my dick. I responded in kind, rubbing against her ass crack, my hands on her tits. She pressed against the wall, letting me rub against her.

"When you did this in my office, I thought I was going to scream, it felt so good. I hadn't had a man hard, pressed against me in so long. When you came..." she said, and lost her train of thought as I took my dick in my hand and slid it down. She pressed her ass out and I slid into her pussy from behind, burying myself deep in one slow thrust.

"Fuck me, hard," she said as I started to thrust in and out of her. Her body was pressed against the wall, her ass sticking out and jiggling as I slapped my hips into it. I watched my dick disappear between her ass cheeks, deep inside her, and I gripped her hips as I fucked her harder. She darted a hand between her legs, rubbing herself while I fucked her from behind.

I adjusted my angle, raising up on my toes, hitting her clit from the inside, and she went wild. She groaned out loud, a long, guttural sound. Each time I thrust forward she grunted like an animal, barely getting the words "fuck me" out each time. I fucked her faster, hitting the same spot, and she came. Her pussy clamped around me tighter than ever, and her entire body shook. She put her hands on the wall and jutted her ass out, letting me pound into her hard.

Her orgasm ended and I settled deep inside her, letting her rest. She looked over her shoulder at me, saying in a hoarse voice, "do that again, right where you had me." I understood, angling carefully, immediately hitting the same spot. She cried out, her body thrashing, and she came almost immediately. It was too much, she was too tight, and I came inside her. She gasped as I came with her, spilling my seed deep into her pussy. I kept thrusting, making her come a third time, my dick covered in a frothing mix of my cum and her wetness, stirred up from our intense fucking. I pulled out of her, spent, and she turned around. The water washed me clean as she pulled me close and kissed me.

"Do that every time," she said, "I've never come so hard."

"That's something I never thought I'd hear you say," I said. She laughed, her tits jiggling.

"Well, get used to it," she purred, and stepped out of the shower, leaving me to finish cleaning myself up.

When I finished showering I didn't bother to get dressed. Jen was still asleep on the couch. I looked her over, my dick already starting to swell up with desire. She had my dried cum on her thigh, the remnants of fooling around with mom while Jen slept next to us. If Jen had woken up, what would she have said as my mom went down on me? 'Oh, don't mind us,' I could imagine mom saying. 'I'm just sucking my son's dick, would you like to share?'

Would Jen mind? I wondered as I left her asleep on the couch and made some breakfast. I was still getting used to being naked all the time, but I could see the benefits of the lifestyle. A short while later Jen stirred. She saw me naked in the kitchen, and stood up and stretched. Her tank top was askew, and she wore nothing under it.

"Morning," she said, kissing me on the cheek. "I didn't mean to sleep out here last night."

"You were pretty tired, I guess," I said, eyeing her tits. My dick stirred, and she looked down and saw its semi-rigid state.

"Yeah," she said. "I could sleep all day, but then again there are other things that I could be doing." She sat on my lap, and I felt myself stiffen against her thigh. I kissed her, running my hand up her thigh. She ran her hand through my hair and said, "I'm going to eat, and then you and I are going out for a bit." She stood up, eyeing my erection, and opened the refrigerator.

"Get dressed," she said sweetly. "And I'll take you shopping."

Jen ate and got dressed as well, putting on a short dress and clearly not bothering with a bra. My dick, already hard and dripping pre-cum, twitched at the sight of her. She drove, taking me to one of the upscale shopping centers. She grinned at me as she dragged me into a dress shop.

"I need some new dresses," she explained to me as she led me through the store, picking some things out.

"Didn't you just shop with my mom?"

"That doesn't mean I don't need a few more things, I've got a job now," she said. "I can't go around in shorts and tank tops."

"You'd be popular with the students," I joked.

"Gross," she teased back. She headed to the back and spoke with the young woman working the store. It was early, and the store was deserted, and she looked at me once and continued talking to Jen. The shop girl was about my age, maybe a year or two older, with frizzy hair and round wireframe glasses. They spoke in hushed tones and the girl's eyes darted to the door and then back to me. Jen waved me over, and led me into the dressing room.

"Um, should I be in here?" I asked.

"I told her you're my boyfriend," she said. "And asked her to let you come in so I could get your opinion."

"And she let you?" I said.

Jen grinned and slipped off her dress, kicking off her sandals. She was naked, standing in front of me, trying to figure out which dress to try on first. She slid a long black one on, turning a few times and asking me my opinion.

"Looks like a dress," I said.

"God, you are the worst," she replied with a laugh. "Okay, how about this one?"

She slid on a tight yellow sundress. It barely contained her tits and ass, and was so short I could almost see the bottom of her ass cheeks.

"For public use?" I asked.

"Maybe," she teased. "Or maybe to entice someone."

"For the second use, spot on," I said.

She lifted the hem of the dress a little, exposing part of her ass. She jiggled it a little, watching my eyes widen. She then took the dress off, trying one that had a soft green floral print, and a low neckline.

"Too much cleavage," I said.

"I thought you like it," she pouted playfully.

"Do you want to give old people heart attacks?" I asked.

"No," she said, slipping the dress off. She paused, looking herself over in the mirror. Then she sat on my lap, kissing me once. "But I do want you to fuck me right here."

"What about the girl out front?"

"I gave her fifty bucks to let you back here, so..." She reached down and stroked me through my shorts. "But I promised her we wouldn't make a mess in here."

I slid my hand up her inner thigh, and she breathed in sharply and spread her legs. My fingers contacted her labia, which were already wet and slick. I ran my fingers along them, and she rubbed against my jeans. She parted her legs wide and I slid deep into her, my thumb resting against her clit.

"You'll have to be quiet," I said, gently circling her clit with my thumb.

"No promises," she gasped, bucking her hips as I penetrated her. I pulled my fingers out of her and stood her up. She fumbled with my jeans, and in seconds they were down by my knees, my erect dick throbbing, searching for her as I picked her up. She wrapped her legs around me as I pushed her against the wall. I entered her and she stifled a moan as I sank deep inside her on the first thrust.

There was a girl, twenty feet from us at a register, and who knew if anyone else would come into the store. It was early, quiet on a weekday, but the idea that we were very public, and I was buried deep in my aunt, heightened every sensation. I thrust into her hard, her body pressed against mine. She bit my ear gently as I fucked her against the wall, mindful to not make any loud noises. Her legs pulled me in with each thrust, and my hands gripped her ass as I drove deep into her.

"That's it," she said. "I'm so close."

I thrust hard, faster, part of me afraid that we'd be overheard. I felt Jen coming, her pussy contracting, gripping me harder. She gasped and her body went wild, thrashing and thrusting against me. I lost control, coming, emptying into her. She sighed hard as she felt me pump my cum inside her, filling her. I thrust one last time, burying myself into her, and looked up into the mirror over her shoulder. I caught a wisp of frizzy hair disappear over the top of the changing room stall door. The shop girl had seen everything.

I gripped Jen's ass and set her down, pulling out of her slowly. My dick was covered in cum and she quickly dropped to her knees and licked it off. She then stood, slipped her dress on, and picked up the other three she had tried on. I pulled my jeans back up and followed her, dazed, out of the dressing room. I tried to act casual, knowing that the girl has seen us.

"I'll take all three," she said to the girl, setting them on the counter. The shop girl rang up the order, her eyes darting to me with a grin, her green eyes alight.

As Jen turned to leave, the girl slipped me a piece of paper and raised her eyebrows.

"What was that?" Jen asked as we talked to the car. I trailed behind her, watching her dress sway to the left and right as her ass moved underneath it.

"Her name and number," I said, realizing I was blushing.

"Really?" she said. "I thought she was checking you out."

"More than that," I said, breaking into a wide grin. "I think she saw us doing it."

"Well, then I guess she definitely wants you to call her. I don't blame her. What's her name?"

"Daphne," I said.

"Cute name. Cute girl, too," Jen said with a pause. "Are you going to call her?"

"I hadn't thought about it. I guess it's complicated, what with us, and other things."

Jen slid into the driver's seat and I shut my door. As we buckled up she said tentatively, "You know this is just fun. I don't think the world would be accepting of what we're doing."

"I know, and I'm fine with it," I said.

"I mean, you're moving out next year anyway when you go off to college. I just want to get laid as much as I can in the meantime. I don't care if you have a girlfriend. Call her."

"But if I did, I don't think she'd be cool with you and me."

Or my mother, I thought.

"Well, this Daphne girl seems to have an open mind, given what she just saw. Anyway, you need to put yourself first. I'm just taking advantage of a willing man in the house. I can't pass that up."

"So, you'd be cool, if I saw her?" I asked, thinking about the girl from the shop, and my mom.

"Of course," she said. "I'm just happy to share you while I can."

She leaned over and kissed me, her tits practically spilling out of her dress.

I met mom at the hospital for dinner that night. She had to work late, and I met her in the basement cafeteria to eat and talk. After dinner, we walked back to her office. She was exhausted, I could tell from her posture and the way she kept taking off her glasses, and then putting them back on.

"Rough day?" I asked as we stepped into her office. She shut the door behind us and locked it.

"Better now," she said. "Just long." She slumped into her chair and I stood behind her, rubbing her shoulders and neck.

"I love when you do this," she sighed. "You know how to work out the tension."

"I've been doing it forever," I said, "I know every muscle in your shoulders and back now."

"You know a lot more than that," she said, sighing as I rubbed her neck as well. "I can't believe that a week or so ago you were in here, and we...we got off together."

"I know," I said.

"I never would have guessed that would happen," she said. "But I'm glad it did."

"Me, too," I said, working her upper back under her scrubs. She sighed as I worked tense muscles, her shoulders slowly relaxing. I massaged her neck, moving up and massaging under her ears and her jaw. She had a bad habit of clenching her jaw when she worked. She signed, sinking back into the chair. I was looking straight down her scrubs top and her ample cleavage.

With a jolt, I remember a time when I had rubbed her shoulders at home, and had seen the same amazing tits from this angle. I had remembered feeling ashamed of getting hard from it, but also eager to keep looking. And now, as I rubbed the sides of her neck, I took in my fill of them.

"Did you ever think of it, of us?" I asked.

"I don't think so, not in a concrete way," she said. She paused, and then added, "maybe a little."

"How so?" I asked.

"Oh, it was more like when you'd give me a backrub, and I'd find myself a little turned on. Or sometimes a lot turned on. But I never thought about acting on it. How about you?"

"Well," I said, "Yes. But it was more like I'd get turned on seeing you, and then I'd feel guilty."

"Do you feel guilty now?" she asked, shifting in her seat a little.

"No," I said, running my hands over her collarbones. I gently massaged the top of her breasts, and she shifted again, pulling at her scrubs so the top fell forward. I slid my hands down over her bra, massaging her breasts.

"So, it's going to be that kind of massage, huh?" she teased. She closed her eyes and let her head back in the chair as I gently slid under her bra, cupping her tits. She sighed, and then said, "I can't believe I let myself go for so long without getting any."

"Why did you?" I asked.

"Oh, I don't know. I just got busy, and then you came along, and I was really busy," she laughed. "You know me, I have a hard time turning work off."

"You're good at it," I said.

"Thanks, but I could have found time. I guess I just got in a habit, and then I got scared of getting out of it. But now, thanks to you, I think I can get back out there."

"Dating?" I said.

"Sure," she said, sitting up. My hands slid out from her bra as she turned around in the chair. "Does that bother you?"

"No," I said. "I just didn't know if you'd...if you'd be okay with it."

"Oh, you mean can you date? Of course you can. And if you aren't comfortable doing it with me if you have a girlfriend, I won't take offense," she paused, grinning, "but since we're both single right now, I'd like you to take me right now, in this chair."

I didn't hesitate. I pulled her up to me, instantly slipping her top off of her. I unhooked her bra, letting her breasts fall out as she slid it off. I spun her around, pulling down her scrubs to her knees. I had her kneel on the chair, her ass sticking out to me. She was dripping wet as I entered her.

I slid deep into her, angling above her. I thrust into her, hitting the same spot from that morning, feeling her pussy clamp around me instantly.

"Oh god," she groaned quietly as I thrust into her, hitting the front wall of her pussy over and over again. I reached forward and cupped her tits, thrusting into her like a wild animal, and she came. I felt her pussy grip me and she sighed slowly as I kept thrusting. Her body trembled against me, and I felt her limbs give way as she sank against the chair. I straightened up, thrusting deep inside her, taking care not to slap loudly against her ass.

I came suddenly, thrusting deep and holding my dick all the way inside her as I spurted cum into her. I was amazed I had anything left inside me, but I filled her. I pulled out of her and most of it spilled out onto the chair. She turned and sat down, the puddle of cum laying between her open legs. Her pussy dripped onto the leather chair, and she grabbed some tissues and cleaned up the mess.

"Always a logistical problem," she mused, "all that cum. Does Jen usually swallow?"

"What?" I asked.

She laughed, her tits jiggling. She picked up her bra off the desk and put it on, standing up to retrieve her scrub top and pulling up her pants. "I know what you've been doing with my sister."

She said it matter-of-factly. I still found myself panicking, and she took my hand in hers.

"I've known for a while," she said.

"How?" I said.

"I saw you two in the hot tub. When she gave you a blowjob."

"Are you upset?" I asked.

"Would I have done it with you so many times if I was?" she asked. "No, of course not. Does she know?"

"No," I said.

"Well, I don't know how long you could keep it secret, really," she mused.

"Me either," I said. I felt a wave of relief. "You really don't care?"

"I can share," she said simply. "And I certainly can't judge. Honestly, if everyone knew, it would be a lot easier. I don't know how she'll react."

"I have an idea," I said, picking up my clothes and getting dressed. "But you'll have to go along with me."

Chapter 4

The next morning, I got up early and left before mom and Jen were awake. I passed by Jen's room and saw her lying naked in bed, asleep. She was on her stomach, her bubble but high in the air, and I wanted to wake her up and fuck her, but I marshalled myself. I left, driving around until a bookstore opened so I could take my mind off of things.

The gravity of my mother knowing about Jen was still hitting me. Of course, so much of our life was now strange, but then again why worry about it? I should be embracing the fact that she was cool with it. I wandered around town, window shopping, sending that Daphne girl a text, and wondering how I ended up with two sex-starved women in the same house.

My phone buzzed and I expected Daphne, but it was mom. I checked my watch and grinned. She was on time, as usual. I headed home, arriving at one o'clock like she had asked. When I pulled up to the house mom's car was in the driveway, but Jen was gone. I walked into the house to find mom on the couch. She was naked, her scrubs in a pile on the coffee table.

"Come here," she said, beckoning me closer. I stripped off my clothes and joined her on the couch. She kissed me, pulling me down on top of her. I buried my face in her tits, exploring her with my hands.

"Remember," she panted, "we can't start yet. We need to time things right."

"In the meantime," I asked, lifting my mouth from her nipple.

"Keep doing what you're doing," she said softly. I ground against her, my dick rubbing along her thigh, as I kissed her tits. She sighed, and said "I took a peek at it, while you were sleeping once. I just wanted to see what kind of man you'd grown into."

I lifted my head, my hand roaming down to her pussy. I gently touched her labia, and whispered "I took pictures of you after you came out of the shower."

She giggled. "I know."

"You knew," I said, lifting my head.

"Yeah," she said. "I didn't care. I figured you were curious. That's why I started leaving my bathroom door open."

She was stroking me gently, and when I got close I'd tense up and she'd stop. We repeated the process as she kissed me and I rubbed her off. She came several times, but kept bringing me halfway to orgasm and then backing off. I felt a tremendous pressure building inside me.

We heard a car door outside.

"Are you ready?" she asked. "This might not work."

"I'm ready," I said. She got on her hands and knees on the couch, sticking out her ass. Her pussy dripped onto the couch in anticipation.

"Fuck me hard," she said sweetly. She gasped as I entered her. She was so wet I slid all the way in on the first push. I started fucking her, thrusting deep inside her. I aimed at her sweet spot, and she was close to coming, when I heard the door open behind me. Pretending not to notice, I kept slamming into her, her tits swaying in circles as I pounded hard against her, practically grunting with each thrust.

"Maggie! Will!" we heard behind us.

"Jen!" we said together. I pulled out of Mom just as I was coming. I erupted, the biggest load of cum of my entire life shooting all over my mom. She had slid onto her side as I had pulled of her, and I rained strands of cum all over her tits and stomach. I kept coming, my dick pulsing angrily, spurting ropes of cum all over mom. She had built me up so much, sending me texts all day, telling me little secrets about her sex life, and now I kept coming, both of us frozen as Jen just stared.

There was silence for a moment, and Jen laughed. Mom said, "You didn't think I'd let you keep him all to yourself, did I?"

"You knew?" Jen asked.

Mom nodded. "Come here."

Jen stepped over, staring at the massive amount of cum dripping down mom's body. Mom stood up, standing between us. Mom tugged at Jen's shorts and she slid them off, and then took off her top. They stared at each other with an intensity I had never seen before.

"Well, now that it's all out there, are there ground rules?" Jen asked.

"Of course not," Mom said. "Have there ever been?"

Mom pulled Jen forward and then, to my surprise, kissed her. My mouth fell open as the two women kissed, pressing their naked bodies together, rubbing against each other. They fell onto couch, Jen on top of mom, the two of them kissing and rubbing. My cum smeared between them. Mom stopped kissing Jen for a moment, looking at me. "You okay?" she panted.

I nodded. She looked down at my swollen dick, which was coming back to life. She looked at Jen, who turned and looked at me, nodding.

"Take me now," Jen said, returning her attention to my mom. The two sisters kissed, and Jen lifted her ass. She was wet, and she was rubbing mom's pussy as they kissed. I knelt between their outstretched legs, marveling at the sight of the sisters getting it on. It had never occurred to me that they had been intimate, but now it made sense. I guided myself into Jen, gently fucking her from behind as she made out with my mom.

Mom was closing to coming, have had several orgasms already, and trashed about underneath Jen as I fucked Jen hard. I was not even close to coming, having just unloaded all over my mom. My mom came, and so did Jen, both of them crying out in between muffled kisses. I fucked Jen harder, feeling her pussy grip me as I drove deep into her.

She same a second time, her hands now braced against the couch, my mother's face buried in Jen's tits. Jen cried out, her body thrashing about and I felt myself closer to coming. I pulled out at the last minute, and Jen slid next to mom on her side. The two women kissed as I came, dribbling what little cum was left inside me onto their thighs. The slid off of the couch and pulled me down with time, forming a tangle of limbs, sliding over their cum-splatted bodies.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Jen said, "Can you keep up, Will?"

"I'll try," I said, laughing.

"We might have to take turns," Mom said. "Maybe I get odd days?"

"Then I have to wait a whole day," Jen laughed, and both women looked at me. "Maybe we can just take him at the same time." I looked down at the two of them, their tits pressed together, and wondered how long until my dick would recover for another round.

The End.