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Author: alwayswantedto
Title: Mom Tries Belly Dancing Ch. 02
Tags: Mom Tries Belly Dancing Ch. 02, alwayswantedto, aunt/nephew, son, mother, aunt, mom-son, seduction, tease, teasing, love, mother/son

Summary: Aunt Beth.

All characters are 18 years or older.

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Mom and I had just a few days to revel in our new, unrestrained relationship before
Uncle Tom and Aunt Beth arrived. I guess I should say Aunt Elizabeth which is what
I had learned the hard way to call Dad's younger sister in her presence.

Aunt Elizabeth was slim, pretty and uptight. She was a top legal secretary when Uncle
Tom arrived at a neighboring firm in the building where she worked. Securing a date
with my aunt was a local challenge for the young lawyers working in the building and,
even if won, getting anywhere was an impossible task. However, Uncle Tom managed a
date in his first week and married my aunt within three months, proving that he was
a whiz kid in more than the law.

Uncle Tom didn't want Aunt Elizabeth to work so she retired within the year and led
the life of a young lawyer's wife who was on the fast track to partnership. It was
a blur of fancy lunches with other lawyers' wives, shopping, holidays, golf and, of
course, partying. They bought an expensive house with a large mortgage and two cars—his
racy and hers showy—that they couldn't really afford, but Uncle Tom's compensation
package was increasing by twenty percent each year so they didn't worry about their
debt.

Then everything changed. Uncle Tom was fired almost a year ago. Mom and Dad didn't
know the details except that he hadn't been able to secure a new position and was
looking for something in a smaller town like ours.

Almost a year without work.

"Thank goodness he made so much money for so many years," Mom commented.

My aunt and uncle's arrival in a low-end Chevy rental car hinted that things were
perhaps a little tougher than Mom thought. They had visited us several times before
and Uncle Tom always rented a BMW, Mercedes, or Lexus.

Nevertheless, Uncle Tom appeared to be the same affable and outwardly confident person
I had always known. Aunt Elizabeth looked the same too, getting out of the car in
her usual uniform, a dark blazer over a white blouse, well-filled for her small frame,
and a black skirt. The only variations I had ever seen on Aunt Elizabeth were black
pants in place of the skirt, or a black dress. She was wearing the same lipstick that
was too red for her pale face and her black hair was swept up in a tight fold behind
her head. Her legs were just as shapely as I remembered and covered by black stockings,
as usual—something that had always made me wonder if she had varicose veins or some
other blemish to hide. Aunt Elizabeth was a woman who could always be recognized by
her clothes alone. Once she had found the look she desired, she stuck with it.

Uncle Tom did look older and after a while the affability seemed a little strained.
For her part, Aunt Elizabeth was distracted and subdued. She normally ran the show
and Uncle Tom was always game to get away with Dad for a game of golf, fishing, or
whatever. That hadn't changed. In fact, Uncle Tom seemed more eager than usual and
in less than a hour Dad made an excuse for he and my uncle to get away. Mom and I
were left alone with Aunt Elizabeth.

The two women were quite different in looks and personality. Mom has a soft body encapsulated
within an average build. She is attractive rather than beautiful, with a face that
always draws second looks, and is laid back. Aunt Elizabeth was lean and edgy and,
although she was pretty, there was a plastic feel about her. With her, you didn't
get the impression there was much under the outer shell and wouldn't bother to get
to know her. Perhaps that's why she carried an invisible 'back-off' aura, a defense
mechanism for being cast aside once people found little inside to interest them. On
the other hand, sensitive people were often intrigued by Mom and some tried hard to
get to know her with equally little success.

Mom and Aunt Elizabeth's relationship was based on tolerance. She was Dad's spoiled
younger sister and Mom had been a barely tolerated intrusion just as my aunt reached
puberty. Often, Aunt Elizabeth made an excuse shortly after the men left to visit
a friend on her own. Mom suspected she didn't have any friends in town but was relieved
to be spared the awkwardness of her sister-in-law's presence. Neither woman brought
up my aunt's visit with her supposed friend in Uncle Tom's presence. They had an understanding.


This time, however, things were different. Aunt Elizabeth hung around and seemed to
want to talk. Mom asked her if she wanted some tea but she declined.

"How about coffee?"

"Do you have something to drink?"

"Uh, sure. What would you like?"

"Vodka, gin…whatever. Do you have any scotch?"

"Sure."

"Neat," Aunt Elizabeth said when Mom opened the freezer to get some ice.

Mom delivered two glasses to the kitchen table and glanced at me as if to say buzz
off.

"I better study for my math exam," I said.

Mom smiled. "Okay Curtis. You've done your duty. You can go play your game now."

I laughed and Aunt Elizabeth managed a smile. I went upstairs and played a game on
the computer, leaving the door open and turning the sound up to support Mom's reason
for dismissing me. After a while Aunt Elizabeth's odd demeanor nagged at me. I sneaked
to the top of the stairs and heard Mom and my aunt's muffled voices deep in conversation—an
oddity in itself—so I crept down a few steps to listen.

Aunt Elizabeth was angry; her cracked voice testified that she was very upset and
had likely been crying. Aunt Elizabeth, crying, displaying a human emotion other than
steel determination and superiority? Never.

But it was so.

"And now the bastard wants me to go back to work." A gurgle of scotch was followed
by the slam of a glass on the table. "Another."

"Do you think you should?" Mom asked. "You've had five already.

"Please," Aunt Elizabeth pleaded.

This was great. Stiff Aunt Elizabeth was getting drunk!

I sat down on the step, heard the clink of a bottle on glass, liquor pouring, a pause
and more pouring, and then the bottle being set on the table. A gurgle and a swallow,
then Aunt Elizabeth continued speaking.

"All these years I've worn these fucking padded bras so he can look like he's got
the big prize and what do I get for it? The fucking prick! Every party, he gets drunk
and stares at any woman with big knockers."

Gurgle and a swallow.

"Do you know what a target that made me for all his so-called colleagues? They're
always trying to fuck each other's wives, you know. The big competition. Only the
new ones chase the secretaries. The older ones know fucking one of those gold-diggers
can get them in trouble if they if they trespass on a partner's territory."

I covered my mouth to avoid giving myself away. That was rich, coming from Aunt Elizabeth.
This shit was great. I had never even heard my aunt swear before.

"Nope," Aunt Elizabeth slurred. "The wives are the real trophies."

Another gurgle and a glass slamming on the table.

"Then the new partner arrives from another firm. Nobody moves up, so everyone hates
him. Not that the chickenshit pricks let on, but they're all pissed. Especially Tom,
who should have been next in line. God knows, he's paid his dues."

Gurgle and slam.

"So what does he do?"

"I don't know, Beth. What did he do?"

Wow. Mom called Aunt Elizabeth Beth.

"Guess."

"I have no idea."

"He went after her."

"Who?"

"The new partner's wife. As soon as he saw the hooters on her, he was onto her like
that."

There was a loud snap of fingers.

"Beth, are you sure?"

"He tried. She egged him on at parties, of course. The bitch liked the attention,
but it was just a game to her and Tom thought it was for real. Probably thought she'd
put in a good word for him. Then someone saw them at a restaurant—one of the new secretaries
that didn't know enough to keep her mouth shut—so the bitch burned Tom; told her husband
he came on to her and she arranged a meet to tell him to stop. And that was that."


Gurgle and slam. "Another."

Mom didn't protest. A glass was filled, then another. I guess Mom was more or less
keeping up.

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know."

"Are you thinking of a divorce?"

"Oh, God no. We can't afford that. No, but I'm not wearing these fucking things anymore."


I heard rustling, then a popping sound followed immediately by something small clattering
on the table and then the floor. Further rustling.

"God damned things."

Something soft landed on the floor and a bit of it became visible in the doorway—half
a bra with an empty cup! Well, not quite empty. It was stuffed with foam.

"I'm not dressing like a pumped-up doll for him anymore. He can get a job, any job,
even if it isn't as a lawyer. Even better if it isn't as a lawyer."

"It's tough out there, Beth. It might be harder for Tom here than in the city."

"He dug his own hole, now he can get out of it."

That was more like the Aunt Elizabeth I knew.

"Oh, Beth."

Crying. A chair was pushed back, then I heard scuffling footsteps. I pictured Mom
coming around the kitchen table to hug her sister-in-law. I wish I could have seen
that.

"There, there. Why don't we run a nice hot bath for you?"

Someone tried to get up but stumbled. Aunt Elizabeth appeared in the doorway and hit
the far door jamb. Mom grabbed her and I stood up just before she turned, arm around
Aunt Elizabeth, and saw me. I walked down the stairs as if I'd already been coming
but Mom frowned; she didn't buy it.

"Help me get your aunt upstairs," she said.

"Sure, Mom. What happened?"

Mom gave me a dirty look. "You know what happened."

I was surprised that Aunt Elizabeth looked so woozy and barely conscious when she
had been speaking so clearly a minute before. Slurring, sure, but awake. Now she looked
ready for bed rather than a bath. I got to the bottom of the stairs and put my arm
around Aunt Elizabeth's waist, taking most of her light weight.

"Wait," Mom said.

She turned around and bent down to retrieve something from the kitchen floor. It was
Aunt Elizabeth's bra, white and thickly padded—falsies. I looked down at my buxom
aunt, or should I say, formerly buxom aunt. Through the lapels of her blouse, flapping
open in the absence of two missing buttons, I saw her small breasts, each a small
palm-full and no more, capped by normal-sized nipples that looked slightly out of
place.

"Take her up to my room and put her on my bed," Mom instructed.

I walked Aunt Elizabeth up the stairs and Mom passed by us. She was already running
the water when I reached her room with Aunt Elizabeth. I sat her on the bed. She mumbled
thanks as I pushed her onto her back and swung her feet up on the bed. Her left hand
strayed up to cross over her forehead, covering her eyes, and she sighed heavily.


I looked down at Aunt Elizabeth's deflated chest. It looked odd, out of sync with
all my memories. I focused on the place where the formerly prominent breasts had been
and noticed only a pair of slight swellings with bumps that had to be nipples poking
through the cotton blouse. Fuck me, they might be small but Aunt Elizabeth had hot
little tits. I pushed her blouse apart with a tentative finger.

"Curtis!"

My hand jerked hand back and I looked up at Mom's angry face.

"She's out, Mom. No need for the bath."

Mom walked around the bed, pushed me aside, and confirmed my assessment. Then she
leaned down and gently closed Aunt Elizabeth's blouse.

"Get a blanket," she said.

I got a blanket from the closet and Mom covered my aunt, then stood and surveyed her.


"Wow, she doesn't hold her liquor very well," I said.

"I'm don't think she's used to it…yet."

"Sounds like she has lots to drink about."

"I knew you were listening."

"Do you think they're going to split?" I asked, ignoring the accusation.

"I don't know. If they do, your Dad will want his sister to stay with us."

I looked down at Aunt Elizabeth. She had pushed the blanket off her chest and the
blouse was parted again. Her nipples poked against the cotton.

"Jesus, Curtis," Mom jabbed me with her elbow.

I jumped away, moved behind Mom, and grabbed her arms. I only meant to restrain her
to protect myself but pulling her arms back thrust her breasts against her chest.
I nuzzled her neck and pushed my groin against her bottom.

"Maybe it would be good for Aunt Elizabeth to have someone around who appreciates
her the way she is."

"Shhhhh."

"Mom, she's passed out."

"I don't care."

I rolled my hardon against Mom's ass.

"She's got little ones, but they're nice."

"Curtis, for Christ's sake."

"Okay, okay," I whispered.

I slipped my hands around to grasp the front of Mom's blouse.

"Her nipples aren't so little, though."

"Stop it, Curtis."

"Well, they aren't."

Mom looked closer and I pushed Aunt Beth's blouse apart.

"Curtis."

"Let's peek inside."

"Good God, don't be ridiculous."

I got another of Mom's buttons undone and slid my hands inside her blouse to grasp
her breasts outside her bra. I massaged her tits and felt her respond. Despite her
disapproval, she was aroused.

"Stop it. She might wake up."

"No she won't. Come on, let's see what Little Miss Uppity's got," I said, playing
into all the times Mom had to hold her tongue in Aunt Elizabeth's haughty presence.


"Just a quick peek," I urged.

I rubbed my thumbs across Mom's bra-encased nipples and felt them harden so I squeezed
her breasts and massaged them through the bra.

"Come on, Mom," I whispered. "Let me look."

My thighs pressed into the back of Mom's and my bulge nudged a slot into her skirt.
I breathed onto the nape of her neck and kissed it, nibbling with my lips before pulling
away to whisper in her ear.

"We could go to my room instead."

I was sure she would decline the offer with Aunt Elizabeth in the house so I was surprised
when Mom pushed her backside against me and said, "Okay."

I flipped Mom's bra up to free her tits and grabbed them, capturing her stiff nipples
between thumbs and fingers. "Let's look first."

"Do you have to?" Mom whispered, rubbing her skirt on me.

"Yes," I breathed thickly into her ear.

"Go ahead, then, if you have to, but be careful."

"Maybe you should do it."

I squeezed Mom's tits for emphasis and shoved my cock into her ass. Incredibly, Mom
leaned forward, hovered over Aunt Elizabeth, and deftly slipped another button undone.
She delicately parted the blouse to one side and revealed Aunt Elizabeth's left tit.
When she straightened up, I undid another of her buttons.

"Stop it. Ok, you've had your look. Now let's go."

"I want to show her what real tits look like," I whispered.

I pulled Mom's blouse apart.

"Curtis! This is crazy."

Mom complained but her nipples were harder than I had ever felt them. I wondered if
she felt a rare sense of superiority over her sister-in-law, with her more substantial
breasts or was she, like me, just getting off on the danger of what we were doing?


"Curtis, really. We have to go."

Belying her anxiety, Mom arched her back and proudly thrust her tits outward.

"Okay, do her up then," I said, managing to work a disappointment I didn't feel into
my voice.

I released Mom and went into the bathroom to shut off the water which was still running
in the tub. When I returned, Mom had pulled the blanket up to cover Aunt Elizabeth
and had presumably rebuttoned her blouse. She pulled the bra over her own breasts
and started to button her blouse just as I stepped behind her. I stayed back a bit
so she wouldn't know what I was doing until it was too late. She had only one more
button to do when she felt me raising her skirt.

"Curtis, no!"

"Come on, Mom. We'll laugh about it after."

Struggling, Mom nevertheless let me pull her skirt up to her hips. She protested half-heartedly
as I pushed her panties down in the back to the top of her thighs, baring her ass.
Quickly, I put my arms around her belly, squatted down a little, and brought myself
close. In one swift motion, I brought my bare cock up between her legs, angled them
over the waistband of her panties, and pushed in, striking the bulls eye and slipping
inside an inch or so before Mom could react.

"Curtis!"

Mom hadn't whispered and Aunt Elizabeth groaned and turned halfway over.

"Shhhhh," I cautioned.

Mom tried to push my arms down and away but I held her firmly and shoved my cock deeper.
I straightened up and lifted Mom up onto her tippy-toes.

I groaned. "I've missed you so much."

Mom relaxed her grip on my arms.

"Me too," she whispered. "But we can't do it here. It's too dangerous."

"If she starts to wake up, I'll just slip out," I panted. "You're still dressed so
she'll never know."

I didn't mention that I would be caught with my pants around my ankles.

"Let's do it," I grinned into Mom's neck, pulling almost all the way out and thrusting
slowly back in. "Right under her snooty nose."

"Don't be mean, baby. She's hurting inside."

I didn't answer. Instead, I thrust in and out of Mom several more times. She wasn't
fighting me anymore and I think she was resigned to the fact that it would cause less
of a disturbance to let me fuck her right there in front of Dad's passed out sister.
I pushed my hands up under Mom's blouse and grabbed her tits again.

"I love you, Mom," I moaned, moving steadily in and out of her.

I leaned forward, hugging her to get better penetration, and slipped my hands down
to her hips. Mom gave way and as she bent forward I stepped back, pulling her hips
tight against me so she her hair wouldn't fall over Aunt Elizabeth. After a few more
strokes, my legs started to tremble and I stepped back again. Mom's shoulders dropped
closer to the floor but my grip on her hips kept her close. Mom was almost doubled
over now, hands pressing on the rug to brace herself, while I banged into her with
a steady rhythm.

Aunt Elizabeth was forgotten now. Mom and I hadn't made love for several days and
we missed each other. It didn't take long us to come. I came first and that seemed
to trigger her release. Afterward, we retired to my room where we cuddled, whispered
and laughed until we heard Dad and Uncle Tom arriving home.

Mom had been quite turned on by fucking in front of Aunt Elizabeth and getting away
with it. Of course, she was a little tipsy herself which reminded me of Dad giving
me extra money to make sure she had lots of wine for dinner. I'm pretty sure Mom wouldn't
have done it if she hadn't been loosened up by a few drinks. I shelved that bit of
knowledge for future reference.

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The rest of the week went by without incident. Aunt Elizabeth showed up every morning
with her falsies back in place. When she was around, I couldn't help focusing on the
starched white blouse or light sweater, always pulled tightly into her black skirt
or pants. I tried not to look because I knew that women are aware when you're looking
at them that way but I couldn't help it.

I hadn't had a chance to get together with Mom, mostly, I suspected, because she avoided
me when whenever there was an opportunity to be alone. I don't think she was punishing
me. I think she just didn't want to risk getting caught and didn't trust herself not
to let her guard down after what had happened in her room.

Uncle Tom and Aunt Elizabeth were having little success in their job search and the
tension between them began to surface, not outright, but visible nonetheless in needlessly
terse communications. The angst spread to me when Dad announced on Saturday morning
that, due to their lack of progress on the job front, Uncle Tom and Aunt Elizabeth
would be staying for at least another week and probably two or three. After assuring
Dad that was fine with her, Mom glowered at the disappointment plainly displayed on
my face, but when Dad looked away, her expression became more sympathetic and she
shrugged in empathy. I held my hand out to my side, palm up, looked at it, and shrugged
back. Mom burst out laughing.

"What?" Dad asked, turning around.

"Nothing," we both replied at once.

He shook his head and wandered off.

After dinner, Uncle Tom suggested he and Dad take a look at the pub he had been talking
about in the afternoon and maybe play a game of darts. Dad looked confused until Uncle
Tom reminded him he had said it was a good place Dad to make contacts. So off they
went, leaving Mom and I and Aunt Elizabeth alone.

"They're just going out to drink," Aunt Elizabeth said. "Tom's been doing a lot of
that lately."

"I wish Ted would. It's a relief to get him out of the house."

Aunt Elizabeth looked at Mom and laughed. "Isn't that the truth?"

"Yeah," Mom replied. "Sometimes it's just so much easier without men around."

"Hey," I chimed in.

"You're an exception," Mom said.

"Maybe your generation is different," Aunt Elizabeth said.

She came over to me and gave me a bear hug, her challenged height forcing her small
breasts into my stomach, accompanied by the faint stab of her nipples.

"Should we watch a chick flick?" Mom suggested.

"Yeah. How about Alien," I suggested. "It's got Sigourney Weaver in it."

The thought of watching Sigourney Weaver's lank frame with her great slingers jostling
free beneath an undershirt with Aunt Elizabeth in the room turned my crank. Mom scowled
at me, reading my mind perfectly.

"Deal, if you watch a real chick flick with us after," Aunt Elizabeth countered.

"You put the movie in," Mom instructed me. "I'll make some snacks, and you pour the
drinks," she said, looking at Aunt Elizabeth.

Surprised at my quick-thinking suggestion and the fact I had gotten away with it,
I put the movie in the DVD player and took a spot on the end of the couch. By the
time I got through the trailers, Aunt Elizabeth had arrived with the drinks and set
them down on the coffee table in front of the couch. I paused the movie to wait for
Mom.

Aunt Elizabeth sat next to me but left more than a foot between us. Mom arrived right
after with a plate of smoked salmon with crackers and dip and a bowl of chips. She
looked at the three drinks.

"I think Coke would be fine for Curtis," Mom said.

"Oh Lisa. He's almost nineteen."

"Maybe we should have wine then. He can have some of that."

"Okay. First wine, and then scotch."

"Not for Curtis."

"Okay, just wine for Curtis," Aunt Elizabeth echoed.

"I'll get it," Mom said.

While she was in the kitchen, Aunt Elizabeth picked up one of the scotches and downed
it in a single gulp. If was strange, seeing such a small, slight woman down a hard
drink like that. She nodded expectantly at me.

"Get rid of it while the getting's good," she said.

I downed the glass the same way Aunt Elizabeth did but couldn't help coughing just
as Mom returned with a bottle and three wine glasses.

"Curtis!"

"It's my fault. I made him," Aunt Elizabeth laughed.

"That was sneaky," Mom barked, frowning at me.

"Oh Lisa. Don't be such a hardass. Let him be."

"Okay," Mom said. "But don't do it again." She sat on the other side of Aunt Elizabeth,
picked up the remaining scotch, and said, "I guess I better remove the temptation."


When Mom set her empty glass on the table I started the movie. As the film progressed,
we ate the chips and the smoked salmon. The wine disappeared less rapidly and the
undershirt scene with Sigourney was over far too soon. I knew there was another one
near the end and hoped we were into the second bottle by then. For now, I was happy
that Mom's constant visits to the salmon plate had pressed her close to Aunt Elizabeth
and she in turn moved closer me.

We paused the movie about two thirds through to let Mom to select another bottle of
wine. While she was gone, Aunt Elizabeth poured three shots of scotch and downed one
right away, then passed the other one to me.

"Live a little," she said.

I shook my head but Aunt Elizabeth pushed it toward my lips. What the hell; I drank
it. Mom returned with the wine, then noted the glass of scotch in front of her, the
empty in Aunt Elizabeth's hand, and the other empty which I had replaced exactly where
it had come from.

"Not for me," Mom said.

"More for me," Aunt Elizabeth said and grabbed the last scotch. She didn't down this
one but held it while Mom poured three glasses of wine, handed one to me, and picked
one up herself while Aunt Elizabeth continued to nurse her scotch. I hit play to start
the movie.

Mom grabbed the last chunk of smoked salmon and stretched her feet out on the coffee
table. Aunt Elizabeth grabbed a handful of chips, leaned back into the couch, and
put her black-stocking feet on the coffee table too. Mom had stretched her legs out
flat but Aunt Elizabeth braced her feet on the edge of the table. Her knees were thus
raised but she could still see over them.

I sipped my wine and watched the movie. It was several minutes before I realized that
Aunt Elizabeth's black skirt had slid quite a ways down her thighs, leaving a creamy
white gap between the lacy top of the black stockings and the hem of her skirt. My
gaze was repeatedly dragged down and to the left, more attracted to Aunt Elizabeth's
legs than Sigourney's undershirt. I sipped my wine more frequently as an excuse to
tilt my head forward for a look-see before tipping the glass up.

It was amazing how much the exposure of two inches of thigh aroused me. Aunt Elizabeth's
legs thighs were slender and tapered out from her knees until they abruply widened
in that two inch gap. I knew what they were widening toward and couldn't get it out
of my mind. I kept imagining the shape of her pussy and wondered if it was covered
in wiry black hair or whether my aunt shaved it to please Uncle Tom, much the way
she wore falsies for him. Was she wearing panties? Of course, you idiot. This is Aunt
Elizabeth. Still, what if she wasn't? I had never seen her drink before. What else
did she do?

My eyes glazed over as I feigned watching the movie while I pictured big Uncle Tom
wallowing over tiny Aunt Elizabeth. I screwed up my face at the thought.

"Scared?" Aunt Elizabeth asked, jabbing me in the side with her elbow.

"No," I replied vehemently.

I returned my attention to the movie but my gaze soon slid back to my aunt's legs.
I must have been too obvious because she leaned forward, put her almost empty glass
on the table, and tried to tug her skirt down when she sat back. It resisted, however,
and the magic gap remained. Aunt Elizabeth fixated on the movie but the rigidity of
her gaze informed me she was aware of my glances at her legs.

I had been caught. So what the hell? I may as well look because you can't be burnt
twice for the same crime. I appreciated the pale skin exposed by the gap and wondered
what it would be like to slide my hand inside that skirt the way I had done with Mom
in the car. Wouldn't it be awesome if I could simply place my hand on Aunt Elizabeth's
legs and push it under her skirt without her or Mom minding? Why wasn't the world
like that?

The movie ended far too soon. I was glad I had agreed to watch a chick flick because
I didn't want to leave the couch. I could easily spend another hour or so looking
at, and thinking about, Aunt Elizabeth's legs.

"What should we watch now?" Mom asked.

"I don't know," Aunt Elizabeth replied. "I don't really feel like watching a chick
flick."

"I don't mind," I said. "A deal's a deal."

"I'm not into it," Aunt Elizabeth said.

"Well, should we call it a night?" Mom asked.

Shit!

"Hell no," Aunt Elizabeth said.

"We could watch Aliens," I suggested. "If that's alright with Aunt Elizabeth."

"I'll watch it on one condition," Aunt Elizabeth said.

"Oh, oh. Here it comes," I said.

"Stop calling me Aunt Elizabeth."

"Okay, Elizabeth it is."

"Oh, I don't think so, young man. I'm still your aunt."

I looked at my aunt, confused. She smiled at some amusing thought in her head and
said, "You can call me Aunt Beth. I like the sound of that better. Elizabeth is too
uptight. Goodbye Elizabeth." With that, Aunt Beth picked up the scotch glass and tossed
off the dregs.

"Hear, hear," Mom said, and took a swig of wine.

Aunt Beth got up and gave instructions like Mom had done at the start of the first
movie.

"You get more snacks, you put the next movie in, and I'll get more comfortable."

Mom dug up some cheese and crackers while I put the movie in and filled the wine glasses.
I took the empty bottle into the kitchen and Mom got another.

"There won't be a replay last week. You know that, don't you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," I replied innocently.

"Your aunt isn't going to pass out again and even if she does, I'm not doing anything
in front of her again, so forget it."

I tried to put my arms around Mom to give her a smooch but she pushed me away. I protested,
saying if Aunt Elizabeth passed out I didn't see why we shouldn't take advantage of
it.

"Let's cross that bridge when we get to it," I said, barely able to suppress a smile
a being able to sling one of Mom's more irritating phrases back at her.

"No way," Mom said.

I returned to the living room and took my seat and Aunt Beth sat beside me when she
came back, putting her feet up on the edge of the coffee table again. Mom sat with
feet on the floor and busied herself putting cheese on crackers and handing a napkin
full of them to Aunt Beth and then one to me. As I reached across Aunt Beth's knees
it struck me that she hadn't changed, so what had she meant by 'get more comfortable'?


Mom filled her own napkin full of cheese and crackers and we all munched for a minute
while staring at the paused screen because the remote was in my lap and my hands were
full. Mom and Aunt Beth began talking and I took the opportunity to reacquaint myself
with her legs, pleased to see that the band of bare skin was still there. If anything,
it was wider, Aunt Beth's skirt having ridden higher up her thighs. She was wearing
the same white blouse, the same black skirt, and the same black stockings. Nothing
had changed.

And then I saw it.

A piece of cheese fell out of my mouth as my jaw went slack. A few flakes of cracker
followed. Thankfully, neither Mom nor Aunt Beth were paying attention to me so I picked
up the chunk of cheese and stared.

At Aunt Beth's chest.

The falsies were gone!

The phony, bloated swell of starched white blouse was absent, replaced by a sag of
material over a more muted landscape, like snow covering a valley marked by two gentle
landmarks. There wasn't any topological contrast between the white blouse and the
'V' of skin dividing the lapels diverging from two disconnected buttons.

"Start the movie, Curtis," Mom's curt voice broke me out of my reverie. It sounded
like she was less happy with me than I thought.

Mom was looking at me but switched her gaze to the TV as soon as I looked up. She
rolled her eyes and her face tightened. Aunt Beth was already watching the paused
movie and continued to do so while I fumbled with the remote. I knew Mom had caught
me staring and was sure that Aunt Beth knew what I'd been doing too, if only by Mom's
reaction. My face reddened and as soon as I got the movie started I dropped the remote.
I had to bend over to retrieve it from the floor when it fell under Aunt Beth's legs.
I grabbed it and turned my head.

I couldn't help myself. I was out of their sight and just had to steal a peek up Aunt
Beth's skirt. Of course, I couldn't see anything except black stockings but it still
made me stiffen in my pants. When I sat up, the remote accidentally scraped across
the underside of Aunt Beth's right thigh but she continued watching the trailers intently
as if nothing had happened. For my part, I kept my eyes to myself and tried to be
good.

We were a ways into the movie when Aunt Beth leaned forward to replenish her napkin.
When she sat back, I noticed the V in her blouse was deeper. Evidently, there had
been three unsecured buttons, not two. Evidently, the lapels had just been lying sufficiently
close together to hide the liberal state of the third one.

Aunt Beth jerked forward, nibbling at a bit of cracker threatening to break away from
the main piece. She managed to scoop it into her mouth but, in leaning forward to
do so, her blouse gapped open and I had a brief yet clear view of her small, unencumbered
left breast as it dangled off her chest, pert and larger-than-life nipple perched
cheekily on top.

When Aunt Beth leaned back, my eyes strained toward her while feigning a forward orientation.
Despite the difficulties of the challenge, I managed to fix the position of her left
nipple under the blouse and quickly ascertained the likely position of the right.
Thereafter, my gaze shifted, whenever it could do so relatively undetected, to roam
across the axis connecting those two points with a periodic glance to the skirt-stocking
gap.

Aliens proved to be a great movie. Unfortunately, before it ended, Dad and Uncle Tom
arrived home. Mom asked me to put the scotch and wine bottles away before they came
in, which I did. I returned to the living room just as Mom passed me with empty plates
and discarded napkins and the door opened. I snapped a glance at Aunt Beth and caught
her doing up the buttons on her blouse. Both Dad and Uncle Tom immediately noticed
the absence of her normally blossoming chest but neither said a word. I bid everyone
good night and made my escape before anything awkward was said.

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The next day was Sunday. Everybody slept in and sauntered into the kitchen at different
times. When I arrived, Mom, Aunt Beth and Dad were already there. Uncle Tom was still
in bed, evidently with a sizeable hangover. Mom was dressed in a blouse and slacks
but Aunt Beth, uncharacteristically, was still in a robe, a pair of black stockings
extending below.

I consumed my toast and juice in a leisurely fashion. I had very much enjoyed watching
movies with Mom and Aunt Beth the previous night and was keen to spend similar evenings
with them. Aside from the erotic aspect, I liked hanging out with them. It had been
quite different from interactions with girls my own age. These women were confident
in their sexuality, including Aunt Beth who, despite her insecurity about the size
of her bosom, was still aware of her power to attract men.

Anyway, I was enjoying waking up slowly, able to sit in the kitchen as part of the
background while Mom and Aunt Beth chatted to one another—Dad was also silent but,
unlike me, paid no attention to the women.

Eventually, Aunt Beth went downstairs to get dressed and to tell Uncle Tom to get
up. All of my attention was then transferred to Mom until she decided to make me useful
and sent me downstairs to bring up the laundry. As I passed by the guest bedroom I
tried to peek through the door which was open about six inches, hoping to maybe catch
Aunt Beth getting dressed, but I couldn't see anything except the end of the bed.
I paused briefly to listen but only heard the deep breathing of my uncle. I was about
to carry on when I heard someone in the laundry room so I stepped quietly to the corner
and peeked around it.

Aunt Beth was in the laundry room facing left toward the washer and dryer. She was
hitching a skirt up under her robe and kinking her hips from side-to-side to get a
snug fit. When the skirt was in place, she turned her back more squarely toward me
and shrugged the robe off her shoulders. It dropped to the floor in a pile but my
eyes didn't follow it down because I was staring at the smooth white skin of Aunt
Beth's bare back.

Completely bare, no bra strap. Her pale skin contrasted starkly with the black skirt
and stockings covering the lower half of her body. As I watched, Aunt Beth turned
and picked up a white blouse from the basket sitting on top of the dryer, exposing
the front of her body in a sideways relief. Her small breasts were obscured by her
arm except for the tips of her nipples but when she raised her arms to slip her hands
through the sleeves of the blouse, the left breast was completely uncovered and thrust
forward.

My vision rapidly telescoped in to focus on that little tit, and time seemed to slow
down so I could appreciate the erotic nature of the moment. It was beautifully formed
and I was surprised to note that it looked larger than it appeared when hidden under
a blouse. I liked the relatively large size of the nipple compared to the rest of
the breast and felt an urge to rush in and fix my lips upon it. My cock flexed as
I imagined the feel of that elongated nipple sucking into my mouth.

I must have spent more time enjoying the fruits of my imagination than I thought because,
when consciousness returned, Aunt Beth had finished buttoning the front of the blouse
and was tucking it into her skirt. I realized she was about to leave and would discover
me standing at the end of the hallway gawking at her. Should I turn and run?

I willed myself to move but forward rather than back. After all, I had a legitimate
excuse—Mom had asked me to fetch the laundry—but felt I should at least be moving
toward her and not standing in the dark end of the hallway, spying.

Nevertheless, my willpower proved insufficient to cause locomotion, but it didn't
matter because Aunt Beth stayed in the laundry room. She bent over slightly and pushed
the stocking on her left leg down past her knee, then did the same for the right.
Lifting her foot at a right angle, she completed the removal of each stocking in turn,
and tossed them into the open door of the washing machine. For the first time in my
life, I was looking at Aunt Beth's uncovered legs.

I strained my head forward, trying to get a better view. From here, there were no
discernible marks or blemishes that would warrant covering her legs. In fact, Aunt
Beth seemed to have really nice legs. True, I couldn't see under the skirt so it was
possible that her upper thighs had succumbed to cellulite but then they were under
the skirt and wouldn't need to be covered by dark stockings anyway. So why did she
always wear them? Were they really just a fashion preference?

I started walking toward Aunt Beth just as she grabbed the basket from the top of
the dryer and turned to leave. I met her at the door and inadvertently blocked her
way as I looked at her legs, still interested in them but mostly trying to avoid staring
at her chest.

Aunt Beth chuckled. "Were you expecting scars?"

I looked up at her, blushed, then looked away. "No."

"It's okay. Everyone wonders why I always wear stockings." She smiled. "So what to
you think?"

Behind the basket, Aunt Beth turned her feet this way and that, presenting a side
view of each leg.

"Very nice," I gulped.

I hadn't meant to be so admiring but when Aunt Beth turned her feet, I noticed that
her toenails were meticulously painted in a soft rouge that would have looked much
better on her face than her usual bright red lipstick. Why would she take the time
to paint her nails so carefully just to hide them?

Aunt Beth could see what was on my mind.

"I like my nails to look nice," she said, offering the explanation I hadn't outwardly
sought.

"Oh."

"Are you a leg man, Curtis?"

I blushed profusely, looked at the floor and the wall, and started to stammer.

Aunt Beth laughed. "I'm just kidding," she said, then added, "but seriously, do you
think I have nice legs?"

She seemed serious, so I looked at her legs again. Strangley, now that I had been
asked to look right at them, the color began to drain from my face.

"Yes, you do Aunt Beth. In fact, your legs are really nice."

"You're not kidding, are you, because I need something to help me in the job market
now that I've, uh, well…anyway, are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

I met her eyes to show that I was sincere. It was strange how seconds ago I was completely
flustered but now felt in control of the situation. Of course, as soon as I that confident
feeling registered, I blew it by glancing down into the V of Aunt Beth's blouse which
was open about halfway down. There wasn't much of anything to see but I knew exactly
what was under there and it must have showed on my face. I jerked my head and caught
Aunt Beth with a funny expression on her face. It wasn't until I looked away, flustered
again, that I realized she seemed pleased.

I tried to get past Aunt Beth and we jammed up in the doorway, the basket between
us, each working sideways to get through. As we struggled, I looked at Aunt Beth's
blouse again. She twisted her body, presenting me with a white blouse with the outline
of her breast imprinted upon it. For someone used to hiding bloated falsies she sure
knew the best way to present her limited charms.

As we broke free, Aunt Beth smiled and said, "I hope we can watch another movie I
go. I enjoyed myself last night."

"Me too," I replied, turning away from her and discovering I was trapped in the laundry
room.

"Don't tell your mother I showed you my legs."

"I won't."

"Promise?"

I turned to look at Aunt Beth. "Promise," I said.

She smiled and truned to walk slowly down the hallway, her bare feet moving silently
through the carpet, and her very fine legs arching up to disappear under a nicely
swishing skirt.

Yum.

Upstairs, I felt guilty, not about yearning for my aunt but for ignoring Mom. For
the rest of the morning, I tried to make up for it by paying extra attention to her
when I could. In the early afternoon, just before Mom effectively ordered Dad and
Uncle Tom out of the house by suggesting they go golfing or anything to get out of
her hair, Mom told me to stop trying to butter her up.

"I can see how your aunt has grabbed your imagination, at least, down there," she
said, glancing at my crotch. "It is what it is and I'm not jealous, but be careful
because we have a lot to lose."

I knew better than to argue with Mom's perception. I simply nodded.

"You've really been intrigued ever since you found out her big breasts were fake,
haven't you?"

"Not really," I lied.

I don't know why I denied it because Mom could see I was and I knew I couldn't fool
her. She was right but I had no idea why. I was indeed hot for Aunt Beth but didn't
want Mom to know. I thought of the incident in the laundry room and wondered why my
aunt had asked me not to tell Mom I had seen her legs, or rather, she had specifically
said not to tell Mom she had shown me her legs.

Had she been aware of my presence all along, even while changing into her blouse,
sort of putting on a show? Maybe so. I was now convinced she had been aware of me
looking at her legs while we were watching the movies. Did she like teasing me right
under Mom's nose? Was she just having a little fun giving a teenager a thrill or was
there more to it than that?

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Uncle Tom didn't get up for another hour and, when he did, he wasn't in a very good
mood. Several frowning looks at his wife's chest clearly indicated why, though he
didn't say anything which was probably wise on his part. Nevertheless, his presence
was like an elephant in the room.

When Mom pushed Dad and Uncle Tom out of the house, I wondered if she was condoning
my infatuation with Aunt Beth or just trying to get rid of my uncle. She actually
hadn't forbidden me to pursue anyhing with my aunt, she had only said I should be
careful. Would she really let me have a go at her?

A comment from Aunt Beth put the whole notion to rest. As soon as Dad and Uncle Tom
were out the door, she thanked Mom for getting rid of them. I guess it had been her
idea and not Mom's.

"I'm so glad you did because I don't feel like shopping," she added.

This was interesting. The plan must have been for Mom and Aunt Beth to go shopping
but instead she had asked Mom to get rid of Dad and Uncle Tom. Could this possibly
have something to do with the laundry room incident? My nerves were on edge, in a
good way.

"Well, if you're going to stay with your new look, we should get you some blouses
that fit, and maybe even get a little color on you."

"I have a few old blouses. They're a little out of style but still nice."

"Did you bring any with you?"

"Yes."

That was surprising, unless Aunt Beth didn't wear them when she and Uncle Tom were
home, or when she was alone. Or maybe she had been thinking about getting a fresh
start in a new town where nobody had seen her in falsies? But then, why had she worn
them for the job interviews? I swear, women are hard to fathom.

"Then why don't you put one on and get rid of that ill-fitting thing while we get
a movie ready, something suitable for women to watch," Mom pointedly looked at me.


"Let's watch Alien Resurrection instead," Aunt Beth countered.

"Yeah," I chimed in.

"Fine," Mom replied, going down in defeat all too easily.

Aunt Beth left to get changed and Mom again cautioned me to be careful around her
which made me think first, that she was possibly aware of potential hijinks between
me and Aunt Beth, and that two, she really didn't want me to do anything.

When Aunt Beth returned, Mom and I were in the living room and had just set out a
tray with tea and biscuits. Mom was sitting down on the couch and I was crouching
in front of the DVD player.

"How about this?"

Aunt Beth twisted her upper torso from left to right a few times, modeling her new
blouse. Though still white, at least it wasn't starchy. Rather, it was a silky affair
that settled gently over her modest charms, being finely made with several quarter
inch lines of shiny finish running vertically down the front over each breast. The
blouse clung to Aunt Beth's body and the lines emphasized the shape of her breasts,
artificially augmenting their presence.

Like the starched white affair she had put on in the morning, Aunt Beth had left the
top buttons undone. However, unlike the morning blouse, this one didn't billow stiffly
open to offer unintentional glimpses of her bare breasts. Nonetheless, there was no
mistake that Aunt Beth was going unholstered and the fine material of this blouse
did little to camouflage her breasts, especially the nipples.

Mom said, "That's much better but it's still white. Can't we get a little color on
you?"

Aunt Beth replied, "I like white and black together. What do you think, Curtis?"

She turned toward me, swiveled from left to right, and, unlike when she was showing
Mom, tugged the blouse tightly over her breasts so the nipples almost burst through
the silky material. I blinked.

"They look great," I said.

Aunt Beth smiled and Mom frowned but neither mentioned my blunder.

"Start the movie, Curtis," Mom said.

"Okay."

I started the movie and took my seat. Aunt Beth was the last to sit down and though
Mom was sitting close enough to me that it made sense for my aunt to sit on Mom's
other side, she squeezed in between. Immediately, she settle back and slouched down
so she could put her feet up on the edge of the coffee table with her knees raised.


I was good for about twenty minutes before my attention began to stray. Since Aunt
Beth's skirt wasn't as tight as the one she'd worn the night before it had slipped
higher up her thighs to yield a wider gap. The memory of her legs, so briefly viewed
that morning, pressed hard upon my mind, making me wish the stockings had been part
of the change in wardrobe so I could examine the soft, bare flesh of her legs.

It was hard to switch between the stocking-skirt gap and the silky carpet covering
Aunt Beth's chest. Each time I focused on one, the other pulled me away. My attention
was stolen from one or the other whenever a scary part of the movie caused both Mom
and Aunt Beth to squeal like little girls, or when a tea cup needed to be refilled
but mostly I was left to choose what to enjoy within the limits of my attention span.


In the last quarter of the movie, while leaning forward to grab the last of the biscuits,
I accidentally bumped the remote. It skittered from lying parallel between us to a
position perpendicular to my leg and under Aunt Beth's raised knees. I finished the
biscuits and reached down to get the remote, moving slowly so as not to distract either
Mom or Aunt Beth from the movie.

The remote was for our older DVD play was a hefty affair. After retrieving it, instead
of putting it back, I held onto it and casually swung the far end around in a small
oval. This was a strange thing to do if I didn't want to distract the women from the
movie but it was unintentional and, when I noticed, I wondered why I was doing it
myself.

The end of the remote grazed the underside of Aunt Beth's thigh, just above the knee.
Her eyes flickered but otherwise she didn't outwardly register the touch, so about
thirty seconds later, I did it again, this time on purpose. Again, there was a slight
flicker at the corner of her eye but nothing else. Aunt Beth probably realized that
the first scrape may have been an accident, but not the second.

The thrill that boyish flirtation caused within me was surprising. I immediately began
to react internally as if Aunt Beth had suddenly turned toward me and pulled her blouse
apart. I swung the remote upward several times during the next few minutes, each time
making the end contact the underside of her thighs. After a few such connections,
I was able to distinguish between contacting the black stockings and touching the
bare flesh of Aunt Beth's legs.

Given my aunt's lack of response, I became more adventurous. I lodged the end of the
remote between her stockings and let it slide until it met bare flesh. On the fifth
such journey, I shifted my hand to allow the remote to continue its trip inside Aunt
Beth's skirt, and this caused a reaction. Aunt Beth coughed. Startled, I lost my grip
on the remote.

I stared at the couch, neck muscles rigid, bracing myself for an angry reaction from
Aunt Beth, or even from Mom whom I had forgotten about in my reverie. Fortunately,
nothing happened and after several long seconds, during which I dared not breathe,
I hazarded a glance at Mom. She was enthralled with the movie and was obviously unaware
of my activities. Thank God for that. For her part, Aunt Beth seemed equally oblivious
which didn't make sense. How could she not be aware?

What to do? I couldn't very well leave the remote hanging in Aunt Beth's skirt. I
had to get it back. Cautiously, I moved my fingers around the hem until I located
it, being careful to keep my attention purposely fixed upon the TV. Unfortunately,
I bumped the remote a couple of times before securing it in my grasp and sucked in
my breath both times. However, Aunt Beth seemed to know what I was trying to do and
tolerated my blunders. I suspect her only concern was for me to get it the hell out
of her skirt without Mom finding out it was there, which wouldn't look good for either
of us.

I finally got a solid grip on the remote and started to slide it out of Aunt Beth's
skirt and that's when the devil gripped my soul. Instead of retrieving the remote,
I raised it until the end established contact with Aunt Beth's inner thighs, and then
I pushed it deeper within her skirt. My aunt's eyes widened but she remained silent
so I kept pushing the remote until it met sufficient resistance to block further progress.
At first, I thought this was due to the closure of Aunt Beth's legs but then realized
the remote had been skidding along the underside of her thighs and not between them.
Therefore, the remote might have been blocked when it made contact with my aunt's
panties. The look on her face confirmed my suspicion.

The realization that Aunt Beth had tolerated me pushing the remote inside her skirt,
without recrimination, caused me to unintentionally relinquish my hold on the wayward
device. I was sure this was a sign she was desperate not to draw Mom's attention to
our predicament, something that was also in my interest.

Okay, Curtis. Enough enough, I thought.

I tried to regain control of the remote so I could end my foolishness but failed and
only managed to bump the end of it, tapping it gently against whatever was blocking
it—I guess, Aunt Beth's panties. That knowledge made my cock painfully lengthen into
full erection but I didn't want to move, even to relieve my discomfort, or do anything
that would call attention to this delicate situation. I didn't want to stop but I
had to.

But, what if I could continue without Mom seeing? I had been careful not to attract
her attention because I knew she wouldn't react kindly to this stealthy titillation
after her warnings. I also knew Aunt Beth would be horrified if her sister-in-law
knew she was letting her nephew touch her in such a way but, if Mom wasn't there,
would she let me? The exchange in the laundry room hinted she would, as did the revealing
exposition of her blouse just before the movie. If I was careful, would Aunt Beth
let me continue? Would she have a choice? Even if Aunt Beth god mad, she wouldn't
say anything until later and I had already done enough to catch shit. So, what the
hell?

Again and again, I tapped the end of the remote, and each time I connected it sent
a burst of tingles throughout my groin and zipping up my shaft to the twitching tip.
The thought that my finger taps, through the remote, might be imparting similar pleasure
to my aunt added to the bliss spreading through me.

Aunt Beth stiffened and that made me re-evaluate the situation. There was a difference
between flirting and doing, and that awareness had made me cautious in my courtship
of Mom. If Aunt Beth was restraining herself simply to avoid an embarrassing situation,
the more I tapped, the more awkward she would feel and that might translate to greater
anger and a diminished chance of carrying on when we were alone. That thought dampened
my enthusiasm so I stopped tapping the remote. The movie ended shortly after anyway.


Aunt Beth leaned forward and under the cover of dropping her feet from the edge of
the coffee table, deftly slipped the remote out of her skirt and tossed it onto the
couch between us to its original position.

"That was a great movie, she exclaimed. "Do you have others like that?"

I was encouraged that Aunt Beth wanted to watch another movie and wondered if simply
tossing the remote between us and not saying anything was a signal of forgiveness.
Or was she testing me to see if I would redeem myself with good behavior during the
next movie and only then withhold punishment?

Mom interrupted my train of thought, jumping up to say, "I want to show you something,
Beth. Wait here and I'll be right back."

Mom ran up the stairs. Aunt Beth looked at me, amused confusion at Mom's departure
showing on her face. Her smile faded a little as she registered the apprehension on
my mine.

"What's she up to?" she asked.

"I have no idea."

And I didn't. I was still digesting the fact that Aunt Beth hadn't laid into me as
soon as Mom left. I had expected to really get it despite hoping that she didn't mind.
The DVD was running the credits to the movie and both of us watched them roll by.
Aunt Beth didn't get up or move away from me which surprised me. I wanted to turn
to her, to explain myself, or even better, kiss her and maybe touch those little darlings
on her chest.

Aunt Beth was fixated on the credits, aware of my observation but studiously ignoring
it. Perhaps too studiously. I looked down at her chest and was surprised to see her
nipples literally stabbing through the silky blouse. Wow! She was aroused.

Or, could anger make them stiffen up like that?

I was about to speak, had almost mustered the courage to twist around to take Aunt
Beth into my arms, when Mom started down the stairs.

"God, you two look like zombies. You know the movie's over, don't you."

"Oh yeah."

I picked up the remote to turn the DVD off. My hand slid over the end as I picked
it up and I was shocked to feel how warm it was and that, if not damp, it was clammy
as if it had been through a thick fog. I managed to get the DVD turned off and looked
at Mom, feeling that if I looked at Aunt Beth my new knowledge would be revealed.


Mom was wearing a robe and she was starting a CD. She was going to dance!

Aunt Beth looked at me and I shrugged. Mom removed her robe to reveal the green and
gold costume and started to move. Aunt Beth gasped when she rolled her hips and put
her belly into play.

"You should try this, Beth. It's really fun, isn't it, Curtis?"

I nodded. "Yup."

Aunt Beth tossed me a weird look and then turned to watch Mom, which she did in silence
for the whole first song. At first just curious and surprised, in the end her expression
registered appreciation for Mom's skill.

"Have you danced in public?" Aunt Beth asked.

"Oh no. I took lessons so I could do it for Ted but he wasn't interested."

"Oh shit. Men!"

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Mom agreed.

"Yeah, Men!" I put in my two bits.

Mom and Aunt Beth laughed.

"So who do you dance for?"

Mom nodded at me and Aunt Beth looked from Mom to me. I wondered what was going through
her mind, given the liberties I had just taken within her skirt.

"He kinda caught me practising and, after the initial embarrassment, I asked him to
watch to see if I was making lots of mistakes. I wanted to see if I was making a fool
of myself."

"You're very good," Aunt Beth said.

"Thanks. You should see my friend, Carol."

"Lady Alexandra," I expounded.

"Yeah, Lady Alexandra," Mom said. "She's really awesome."

"Is she a professional?"

"Not really. She owns a Greek restaurant and puts on a show for her customers. This
is one of her costumes."

"We'll have to get the men to take us there for dinner."

"No. Curtis and I go together. You can come, but not Tom, or Ted."

"That's fine with me," Aunt Beth said.

"Okay, we'll do that," Mom agreed but I sensed, on second thought, she wasn't pleased
about it, probably in case Carol said something inappropriately revealing.

"Do one more," Aunt Beth asked.

"Yeah, Mom. Do another."

So Mom did another dance, one that was more erotic than the first. I tried to behave
myself, I really did. I didn't touch Aunt Beth with the remote but when I picked it
up, thinking to put it on the end table, my hand slipped onto the far side and I let
the back of my fingers bump into Aunt Beth's thigh at the thick part where her leg
met the cushion. Aunt Beth acted like she didn't notice but I knew she was aware of
my hand's presence. When I pressed more firmly against her skirt, she put her hand
atop mine to hold it still. I tried to wiggle my fingers against her thigh but she
stymied the attempt by clamping down with amazing strength for such a small woman.


Aunt Beth was watching Mom with an intensity so strong it was clear she was entranced
by every move Mom made. As the dance went on, Aunt Beth's hand relaxed but I didn't
try to renew my bothersome flirtation, being intrigued myself by my aunt's fascination
with Mom's belly dance. Could this be something she wanted to try herself, maybe for
me and not Uncle Tom?

I think it was the shallow breathing that first clued me in. It seemed as if Aunt
Beth was barely remembering to breathe, she was so capitated. I watched her depreciated
chest suddenly expand before falling fallow again. The effect was a rapid intrusion
and expulsion of air that hinted of contained excitement. Mom was lost in the joy
of dancing and Aunt Beth was watching her as if entranced. It was unmistakable; Aunt
Beth was turned on.

After Mom finished the dance, she encouraged Aunt Beth to try it with her. She resisted,
claiming she lacked the coordination to dance well and looked like a goof on the floor,
but Mom insisted and pulled my aunt off the couch. Aunt Beth tried, she really did,
but she truly was uncoordinated. At any rate, her slender body, hot as it was, wasn't
suited for belly dancing. It wasn't the lack of heft upstairs; that was alright and
I didn't mind looking there just as I suspect many men would. And it wasn't the legs;
Aunt Beth had nice legs. She just didn't have the hips for it. In the end, she gave
up, laughing, and tried to get Mom to do another number, but she wasn't into it so
we called it a day and cleaned up. It wasn't long before Dad and Uncle Tom came home.


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"I don't care what you think. Just don't mention it again. Carol is very suggestive
and Beth is not stupid. She'll put two and two together."

I could see the sense in Mom's words and said as much. She looked relieved.

"I'm just saying you have to be careful around your aunt. She's mixed up, vulnerable,
and angry with Tom. She's unpredictable, to say the least."

"You're the one that mentioned Carol and agreed to go to Milo's for dinner, and then
belly danced in front of her."

"I know. I slipped up. We were having such a good time watching movies. I've never
been close to her before. She's always been a bit of a bitch but she was being so
nice and…I guess I wanted to do something to pick her up. She's had such a rough time
lately."

"Well, you certainly did that."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I don't know. She seemed pleased, is all."

"She did seem to like it, didn't she?"

"Yeah. I never liked her before but I sure do now. I get the sense she's more like
who she really is."

"Yes, I think you're right."

"It's too bad she'll be going home soon. She needs a son of her own."

Mom had started to say something but then stared at me in shock.

"Curtis, don't you even hint about our relationship around your aunt."

"Okay, okay."

"Haven't you listened to a word I've said?"

"Yeah, Mom. Don't have a cow."

"And watch the way you look at me."

"You're the one that put the costume on. How can I help the way I look at you."

"Yes, well that was a mistake, and I'm talking about the way you've been looking at
me before. Sons don't look at their mothers like that. Make sure Beth doesn't se you,
or God forbid, Dad or Tom."

A car door closed. Aunt Beth was back with Mom's car. She had gone to two job interviews,
one in the morning and one in the afternoon, which had given Mom and I a chance to
talk after school. The door opened and Aunt Beth came in.

"How did it go?" Mom called.

"Well, if I can still read men, I haven't got a chance."

Aunt Beth hung up her coat and joined us in the kitchen. I got up to put the kettle
on for more tea and she took my chair. She was wearing the silky blouse she had worn
on the weekend and a knee-length, pleated black skirt. The black stockings had been
replaced with long black boots that clung to her legs like skin.

"Why do you say that?"

"First of all, I was the oldest woman they interviewed, and second, I was by far the
least endowed."

Aunt Beth laughed and waved her hand down across the front of her chest. She wasn't
wearing the enhancers. My gazed followed behind her hand and I liked what I saw. I
would have hired her in a flash.

"Surely, they didn't day anything?" Mom said.

"No, but they were indifferent, which is quite noticeable when you're used to them
fussing around you."

"Yes, I guess it would be," Mom mused.

"Well, I think they're stupid," I said.

Aunt Beth laughed. "Yay for the peanut gallery."

The kettle boiled and I filled the teapot. Aunt Beth turned sideways in the chair
and leaned over to unzip her right boot, which immediately grabbed my attention. The
sound of the zipper sliding down the inside of her calf was overloud in my ear. As
the zipper lost its grip, the leather peeled back, exposing one of the perfect, creamy
white legs I had seen in the laundry room.

"Ow," I cried, shaking my hand.

Watching Aunt Beth instead of what I was doing, I had managed to pour boiling hot
water from the kettle onto my hand and overflowed the teapot to boot.

"Shit!"

Mom met me at the sink where I turned the cold water on and ran it over my hand. She
offered me a dish towel which I wrapped around my hand as she grabbed a cloth to mop
up the spilled water.

"Are you okay?" Aunt Beth asked.

"Yeah."

Aunt Beth pulled the boot off her foot, stretched out a leg, and ran her hands along
it to refresh the skin. Her hands switched to the left boot and started to drag the
zipper down. The left calf became exposed and I watched her refresh that leg too,
noticing from the corner of my eye that Mom was watching too. It was a weird scene,
Aunt Beth massaging her calf and both Mom and I mesmerized by that simple, supposedly
nonerotic act.

Oblivious of her audience, Aunt Beth stood, picked up her boots, and carried them
out to the closet by the front door. Mom and I watched, both of us looking at her
smooth, nicely shaped legs—very nice ones with nary a blemish to hide. Why Aunt Beth
chose to cover such beautiful legs all the time was a mystery.

When she returned, Aunt Beth smiled at us and said, "Too bad we don't have time for
a movie…or a dance."

We all laughed, Mom and I a little nervously.

"Yes, but the men would come home and ruin it anyway."

"But the weekend's so far away," Aunt Beth lamented.

"We could watch one tomorrow," I suggested.

"Yes, Curtis has Tuesday and Thursday afternoons off."

Aunt Beth looked pleased. "Perfect. I can hardly wait."

We sat down to have our tea and were soon talking and laughing like old friends. I
found myself wishing Aunt Beth would never go instead of wondering when she and Uncle
Tom would be leaving. Mom had said to be wary but I wished we could find a way to
bring her into our secret world. I guess in way we were, just not in a sexual way.
We were becoming a trio and I decided then to stop my ridiculous, fumbling advances
before I wrecked everything. If Mom was right, and I knew in my heart she was, I needed
to make sure I didn't do anything to ruin the budding friendship between her and Aunt
Beth, and me.

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That night at dinner Uncle Tom made an unkind remark. The only way I could make sense
of it was that the financial strain, and his own lack of success in finding a new
position, was getting to him.

"Well, if you dressed properly you probably would have got the job," he burst out
while Aunt Beth was in the middle of describing her own lack of success seeking employment.


Everyone knew Uncle Tom was referring to the fact that Aunt Beth wasn't wearing falsies.
Sitting at the ends of the table, Mom and Dad took a sudden interest in the food on
their plates,and proceeded to demonstrate fine-grained skills in fork-handling. Uncle
Tom, sitting across from his wife, blanched when he heard the words come out of his
mouth, surprised that had voiced his thoughts, and immediately began to bluster an
apology which quickly dwindled to a mumble as he cast his eyes down to his own plate,
embarrassed and mortified.

Sitting beside me, Aunt Beth was at first shocked, looked down but then held her head
high and glared at her husband, which is the point at which his outburst fizzled and
he looked down. Her firmly-set jaw trembled with anger and the veins stood out on
her neck, her face as red as her husband's was white. Just as she was about to speak,
I reached for her left hand, which was resting on her thigh, and squeezed it gently.
She remained rigid for a few seconds, then relaxed slightly and looked at me, the
only one other than herself who wasn't looking at a plate. Aunt Beth didn't smile
but the anger drained from her face and the flint in her eye receded. She looked at
her plate and calmly speared a piece of broccoli and raised it to her mouth. I did
the same and, gradually, everyone started to eat again. A deeper crisis had been averted.


Uncle Tom went to bed early that night, as did Dad. Aunt Beth, Mom and I stayed up
and watched a couple of shows. Mom suggested we watch a movie but Aunt Beth said she
would rather watch it when the three of us were alone and free from interruptions.
I couldn't agree more.

Before we went to bed, Mom gave Aunt Beth a comforting hug and said, "Things will
get better."

"I know they will," Aunt Beth replied. "Maybe I should put those silly things back
on, just to get some work."

"Not on your life," Mom objected. "If you do that, you'll feel compelled to keep wearing
them. You're much more attractive as yourself, anyway. Any real man can see that."


"Hear, hear," I chipped in.

Aunt Beth laughed, hugged Mom and gave her a kiss on the cheek, which took the latter
by surprise. They really were becoming friends. She turned to me then and also caught
me off guard by throwing her arms around me and lifting herself onto her toes to give
me a kiss on my cheek. She settled back on her heels and slid her right hand up my
arm to cup the side of my face in her palm and stretched her left out to place it
on Mom's cheek.

"I love you both," she whispered.

With that, Aunt Beth turned and ran to the stairs. Mom and I looked at each other
as her footsteps faded away. We walked toward each other until we were in each other's
arms but didn't kiss for several minutes, and then it didn't become passionate. We
simply held each other. After a whispered goodnight at the bottom of the stairs, I
followed Mom up, wondering why, as the sway of her hips held my attention, I had passed
up the opportunity to make love to her. My resolution not to mess things up by messing
around with Aunt Beth was renewed; the last thing I wanted to do was lose what I already
had.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Everybody had left the next morning by the time I got up. I heard Dad leave early
and after that Uncle Tom and Aunt Beth argued for a while. It sounded quite tense
so I stayed upstairs until I was sure they had both left. I expected to see Mom downstairs
but she was gone too so I couldn't ask her what was going on.

Wanting to know what had happened, I arrived home early that afternoon to ask Mom


just as Aunt Beth pulled into the driveway in Mom's car. The door opened and Aunt
Beth swung her legs out, clad in the same long boots she had worn the day before.
A different pleated black skirt adorned her hips and the same blazer covered her shoulders
but underneath it, instead of a white blouse, Aunt Beth wore a delicately woven white
sweater.

I was relieved to see she was genuinely pleased to see me. I had been worrying all
day that I was part of the reason she had been arguing with Uncle Tom—aren't we all
self-centered sometimes? It seemed that the interview must have gone well, so I asked,
but regretted it when the pleasure drained from her face.

"Marginally better," was all she said.

Mom read Aunt Beth's mood as soon as she saw her. She had already made tea and snacks—biscuits,
smoked salmon and sandwiches sliced into fingers—that were set out and waiting on
the coffee table. Aunt Beth didn't say anything but the depth of appreciation conveyed
in the look my aunt directed at Mom was considerable. These two women, once estranged,
had quickly become good friends. My own relationship with my aunt had changed markedly
in a short period of time—I guess I should say it had sprung into being since I one
hadn't really existed before—strange though it was, and its destination yet unknown.
But that between Mom and Aunt Beth was obviously more advanced.

I wasn't so rattled not to notice that when Aunt Beth removed her blazer before sitting
down, she paused with outstretched arms as she struggled to retrieve her hands from
the sleeves. These inadvertent poses show-cased my aunt's sexy upper body clad in
the fine-mesh sweater. And that made it hard to comply with my twenty-four-hour-old
resolution not to mess things up any more than I already had. But boy, if I was in
a position to hire someone that looked like that, there wouldn't be a need for further
interviews.

We sat in our previous positions on the couch with me on one end, Aunt Beth in the
middle, and Mom on the other. Mom sat so close to Aunt Beth there was room for a fourth
person on her other side. Still wearing her knee-length black boots, Aunt Beth put
her feet up on the edge of the coffee table and Mom didn't even flinch. The pleated
skirt slid a ways down my aunt's legs but not enough to reveal any bare thigh because
she was wearing her signature black stockings. I thanked the Lord above for that because
my conviction to be good was definitely waning.

Mom started a movie she had saved earlier on the PVR. During a particularly exciting
scene, Mom put her arm around Aunt Beth's shoulders, and she slouched down to make
it less awkward for Mom to keep it there, thus triggering a further slip of the pleated
skirt sufficient to bare a sliver of thigh above the lacy band at the top of her stockings.
When the commercials started Mom commented on the stockings.

"Those are pretty. Do you always wear such pretty ones?"

"Not always," Aunt Beth replied. "I just felt like it today for some reason."

I was going to fast-forward through the commercials but didn't when Aunt Beth lifted
the hem of her skirt to examine the lacy borders of the stockings. Instead, I let
them run so I could inspect Aunt Beth's thighs in detail. Mom had made them the topic
of discussion, so why shouldn't I look too? With an extended index finger, Aunt Beth
traced the lacy band as it curled around one sexy upper thigh, her flesh depressing
as the finger dragged along.

"They are pretty, aren't they?"

"Have you ever tried different colors?" Mom asked.

I could have kissed Mom for dragging this out.

"Not really. I like white and black."

I pictured Aunt Beth's thighs encased in white stockings and almost groaned. My resolution
was barely afloat and I didn't care much for saving it at that moment.

"What colors do you have in mind?"

"Oh, a nice, silky blue, maybe," Mom mused.

"Yeah, that would probably look nice."

"The movie's started," Mom announced.

Aunt Beth dropped the hem of her skirt and it landed closer to her knees, completely
covering the black band of lace and the sliver of bare skin. I concentrated on the
screen but, as before, my attention soon strayed from the movie to focus on Aunt Beth's
legs. Gradually, slight movements caused the skirt to recede, at first re-exposing
part of the lacy band and then more and more, until the full width was revealed on
each thigh and a narrow slice of bare leg to boot.

Aunt Beth leaned toward Mom. As she cradled my aunt close, Mom's hand dangled over
Aunt Beth's shoulder and her fingers grazed the upper right arm near the side of my
aunt's breast.

"You had a hard morning, didn't you?" Mom asked quietly.

Aunt Beth nodded but didn't say anything.

"Just relax, sweetie. You're with your family now."

As if she had been awaiting permission, Aunt Beth closed her eyes, sighed, and sank
deeper into the couch, despite the fact that the movie was far from finished. As the
fingers on Mom's right hand brushed back and forth across Aunt Beth's upper arm, she
squirmed and made herself more comfortable within Mom's embrace. The skirt slid farther
up her thighs.

"Why don't you take your aunt's boots off for her?" Mom whispered, as if Aunt Beth
was almost asleep and shouldn't be disturbed.

After all her warnings, Mom was sure making it hard for me to maintain a platonic
perspective. Whatever. I found the zipper on the inside of Aunt Beth's left boot and
dragged it down. Lifting her foot from the edge of the table, I removed the boot in
one careful, smooth motion so as not to 'awaken' my aunt. As soon as I started to
undo the zipper on the right boot, which was closest to me, I noted that the pressure
pushed her leg toward me. I paused halfway down, realizing that the same thing had
happened with the other leg.

Aunt Beth's knees had been close together but were now parted, forcing the pleated
skirt to pile up on her upper thighs. Between them, I could see a hint of black panties
within the shadow of the remaining skirt covering her legs. I jerked my eyes away,
it suddenly dawning on me that while Aunt Beth had closed her eyes, Mom hadn't. She
was looking right at me with the same smoldering eyes I had first witnessed in her
bedroom during the early days of our affair, just scant weeks ago.

Disconcerted, I looked away and my eyes landed between Aunt Beth's legs again. It's
amazing how captivating a pair of parted female thighs can be, especially when the
sweet spot is just out of sight, concealed in shadows, yet framed by a pair of sexy,
lace-topped stockings. I knew what was under there, just out of view, and imagined
it pulsing, eagerly waiting for me.

Mom broke my reverie. "Don't stop," she whispered.

I re-started the zipper on its downward track but didn't watch its progress. Instead,
I shifted my gaze to Mom and kept it there except for a single glance back into Aunt
Beth's skirt. That was interrupted when, out of the corner of my eye, I noted that
Mom's dangling fingers had failed to return along the two-way path they were grazing
across Aunt Beth's upper arm. I found Mom's fingers reaching around to the inside
of my aunt's upper arm, which was squeezed against her side, next to the side of the
muted mound under her sweater. My eyes widened and my hand halted, stuck holding the
zipper on the inside of Aunt Beth's ankle, while I watched Moms fingers rub back and
forth several more times before scraping onto the top of my Aunt Beth's sweater, just
above her right breast.

I looked into Mom's coal-black eyes. Slowly, my eyes never leaving Mom's, I pulled
off the right boot and placed Aunt Beth's foot back on the edge of the coffee table,
for some reason became fascinated by the way her foot curled to fit over the edge.
I kept her knee close to me and looked deep into her skirt.

"Why don't you take your aunt's stockings off for her?" Mom whispered.

I stared at Mom, seeking more than oral confirmation that this was really what she
wanted me to do, but I found no answer in her expressionless face or those unfathomable
eyes. My fingertips found the lacy band atop Aunt Beth's left thigh, trailed along
its edge a ways, and then dug underneath so I could peel it off her leg.

"Gently," Mom whispered. "Don't wake her."

As if she was actually asleep.

Very slowly, I tugged the stocking down Aunt Beth's leg, afraid that she might open
her eyes to accuse me of an outrageous transgression despite the permission granted
by my mother sitting next to her. The bare skin on her left thigh was incredibly soft
and my cock lurched in my pants as the tactile sensations shivered up my arms into
my brain.

It seemed like I was in a wonderful dream and, at the same time, enduring an ordeal.
The thrill of discovery as Aunt Beth's bare flesh was revealed amid the fear of retribution
that would follow if she opened her eyes and saw how much I wanted to fuck her. My
cock was rock hard and I found it hard to breathe normally.

Mom's fingers continued to trail back and forth on the sweater above Aunt Beth's right
breast and the hard nub that had arisen on top was witness to the effectiveness of
the caress. Mom's left hand curled around Aunt Beth's other upper arm and the back
of her fingers flicked out to press directly against the side of that breast. Mom
watched Aunt Beth's face closely, seeking a reaction.

The stocking was down to Aunt Beth's knee. I peeled it to her ankle, gently lifted
her foot from the edge of the coffee table, and slipped it off. Replacing her foot,
I paused for a minute to seek Mom's permission to continue with the right leg nearest
me. However, she was too busy watching Aunt Beth's face, her fingers barely grazing
the sweater, one set caressing the right breast and the other flicking out to press
into the side of the left.

Mom closed her eyes and started to hum a lullaby.

I nudged the hem of Aunt Beth's skirt back to make it easier to grasp the lacy band
around the top of the stocking. The skin at the top of her inner thigh was also incredibly
soft and I couldn't resist exploring it with my fingertips even before removing the
stocking. I was much closer to Aunt Beth's panties and she became restless.

"Shhhhh," Mom whispered. "It's alright."

As Aunt Beth relaxed, the memory of the first brief encounter with Mom's panties that
night in the car popped into my head. The next thing I knew the back of my knuckles
were brushing against my aunt's panties but I quickly withdrew as soon as I realized
what I had done. Luckily, neither woman seemed to have noticed the transgression.


I dug my fingers under Aunt Beth's stocking and drew it down her right leg. This time,
I let the fingertips of my right hand splay out and dragged them all along the underside
of her tender inner thigh. I reached the knee and proceeded down to her foot where
I paused to let the stocking bunch up around my aunt's ankle. Gently, I raised her
foot and slipped the stocking off, then dropped it to the floor.

I wasn't sure about what to do next. I waited, watching Mom hum the lullaby, and was
surprised a moment or two later to see that I was still holding my aunt's right ankle.
I set her foot on the edge of the coffee table and slid my hand up the underside of
her calf, crossed over to the top of her knee, and continued along the inside of her
thigh, as if refreshing the skin the way I had seen her do in the laundry room.

I reached the hem of the skirt but Mom's eyes were still closed so I carried on inside
the skirt and didn't stop until I started refreshing the tender skin where the top
of the stocking had been. A moment later, I moved on even higher, until the edge of
my index finger made contact with Aunt Beth's panties and, for a second time, she
drew in her breath, became restless, and started to mumble.

"Oh, no…the movie, I don't…"

"Shhhhh," Mom whispered. "Just lie still."

I pressed the edge of my finger onto Aunt Beth's panties where it found a compatible
topological feature to lodge into. Aunt Beth became more restless and, incredibly,
Mom twisted toward her, shushed her, and then brushed her lips against my aunt's cheek,
whispering to calm her down, but couldn't until Mom's mouth slid to the corner of
my aunt's mouth.

Aunt Beth sucked in her breath and went very still. Mom's mouth moved right onto her
lips and my aunt's thighs tensed up and her calf muscles became rigid. I stared, fascinated
that my two favorite women, lips pressed together but unmoving, were on the verge
of a taboo new beginning, or ending, of their recently evolving relationship. The
moment hung in the air for several tense seconds, then Aunt Beth relaxed, and Mom's
lips pressed more firmly against hers. They kissed.

I waited several more long seconds until I knew the kiss wasn't going to end quickly,
then wiggled my finger within its lodging. As the kiss continued I rubbed the finger,
now securely embedded, up and down—more an intention than a real move but Aunt Beth
responded nevertheless. She moaned and sighed into Mom's mouth which energized the
meshing of their lips.

Mom's left hand moved from the side onto Aunt Beth's breast and closed over it. Her
fingers squeezed and her palm pressed in before rotating back and forth in a twisting
motion over the nipple. When Mom withdrew her hand briefly, I witnessed the rapid
response and put my own left hand underneath the shallow rise of the other breast
that Mom's dangling fingers were still teasing. I lifted the small mound of flesh
until the bump under the sweater came into direct contact with Mom's fingers and watched
it react in the same manner as the other had done.

Fucking awesome!

I pressed the length of my finger deeper into the groove in Aunt Beth's panties and
wiggled it vigorously, my cock reacting to the damp heat I felt there. Swiveling my
thumb above, I swept it across the top of Aunt Beth's mound several times before pressing
down on the notch at the top of the groove. Keeping my thumb in place, I pulled my
finger out of the groove, curled all of them inwards, and brushed my knuckles firmly
across the swollen lips pressing against the inside of my aunt's panties. Back and
forth, pressing, then replacing my index finger in the groove and jiggling it hard,
producing a set of short gasps and long sighs that sent further tingles through my
cock.

She was going to let me do it! Mom was going to let me do her!

Then the phone rang.

Aw shit! Fucking shit! Ignore it! Let it ring!

But Mom stopped humming and opened her eyes. She pulled back and Aunt Beth, eyes still
closed, stretched to maintain contact, lips searching, but Mom's hands fell away and
I reluctantly pulled my own out of Aunt Beth's skirt. Mom got up and stepped around
the coffee table, then made her way into the kitchen to answer the phone. Aunt Beth
slumped into the couch, eyes still closed. I sat frozen, my right hand holding her
leg inside the right knee and the left still lying against her abdomen, just under
her right breast with its stiff nipple poking up through the sweater.

"Hello," Mom said.

There was a brief pause.

"Where are you?"

"Uh huh. … You're not driving are you?…He did? That's wonderful. Yes, I understand
you want to celebrate but you know you won't have just one…I know you better than
that, Ted. Promise me you won't drive. When you're ready to come home, phone me and
we'll come down to get you guys and your car…Promise…Okay, have a good time. Uh huh.
Bye."

Mom hung the phone up and returned to take her place next to Aunt Beth but didn't
put her arm around her.

"Tom got a job," she said.

Aunt Beth nodded but didn't open her eyes.

"Did you hear me?" Mom asked.

"Mmmhhmmmm," Aunt Beth mumbled.

She opened her eyes and looked directly at me. I felt suddenly uncomfortable, holding
her leg in such an intimate fashion but she turned to look at Mom and I didn't retract
my hand.

"It doesn't change anything," Aunt Beth said.

She twisted toward Mom, her leg pulling away as her back turned to face me, swinging
her arm up so she could grasp Mom's shoulder. She paused and they looked at each other,
eyes flickering over each other's faces. Then Mom closed her eyes and Aunt Beth moved
closer. They kissed again.

I watched, enthralled, as the kiss intensified, quickly surpassing the ardor of the
last. Mom's arms closed around Aunt Beth's slighter frame. Within a minute, she had
urged my aunt to straddle her thighs until she hovered over her lap, lips still locked
together. Mom's hands slid down Aunt Beth's back onto her ass and each clutched a
handful of skirt. Seconds later, Mom pulled the skirt up, exposing the type of panties
that bury themselves between a woman's cheeks.

A strange feeling pulled my attention away from Aunt Beth's ass. Mom was still engrossed,
kissing Aunt Beth, but her eyes suddenly opened and she looked right at me. I knew
then what I was supposed to do, at least, what Mom wanted me to do.

I stood and calmly removed my shirt, unbuckled my belt and pushed my pants down my
legs, then lifted each foot clear. I even took the time to take my socks off. Mom
watched me undress, kissing Aunt Beth ardently the whole time, perhaps to keep her
busy while I stripped.

Naked, I stepped behind Aunt Beth who was still fervently returning Mom's kiss, her
own hands now exploring Mom's larger breasts. I cupped my hands around the sides of
her cheeks to take the measure of her taut behind, slid them up to her hips and then
back down, stretched my fingers toward the center, near the divide, and pulled my
aunt's pretty little pears apart.

I knelt onto the couch, knees on either side of Mom's, and lined up my cock. I slid
my hands up to Aunt Beth's hips and gently pulled her ass toward me, giving her every
opportunity to object, but no protest ensued. I nudged the excited tip of my cock
between my her cheeks and felt the rubbery resistance of her dampened skin. I slid
my right thumb into the crevice to scoop out the rear thong of her panties, pulled
it aside, and pushed forward.

My cock skidded along her wetness, coating the top of my shaft. I pulled back, ducked
lower to get a better angle, and rose slowly until my tip felt the mushiness of her
nether lips, wiggled to gain a hint of insertion, and then shoved, pushing in, attaining
entry, warm, wet, glorious closure over the entire helmet of my cock.

I paused to let the feeling sweep through me, steadied myself by bracing my feet on
the floor, then fed the rest of my pole into my aunt, thrilling to the feel of her
walls closing over it, gripping yet failing to hold, resisting so sweetly, until I
was all the way in.

I thrust upward, lifting Aunt Beth another inch or two above Mom and she adjusted,
bending down to keep her lips on Mom's while simultaneously raising her ass to ease
my attack. She moaned and in reaction my cock lurched within her.

She was so fucking hot and felt almost as good as Mom, tight and squeezing on my cock
instead of wholesome and milking. I withdrew slowly and shoved back in, more quickly
and forcefully than I intended, and pushed Aunt Beth's face off Mom's.

"Gently, Curtis. There's lots of time," Mom admonished.

The next few thrusts complied with her instructions. I tugged Aunt Beth's sweater
out of her skirt and slipped my hands inside to cup her little tits and groaned when
her nipples stabbed into my palms and slid up to slip through my fingers. I closed
them, pinching the little stems, and triggered a cry that transmuted into a low moan.
I thrust harder, rocking my aunt's ass forward, and Mom didn't complain.

Aunt Beth arched her back to keep her ass more firmly against me, or to receive my
shaft more comfortably, or perhaps to maximize its contact with the inner parts that
craved the most stimulation. As I thrust in and out, she twisted about, rolling her
hips and maximizing the sensations for both of us. She seemed to be really into it,
as if she had waiting for me to fuck her all along.

That's why I was surprised when she suddenly pulled away and climbed up from her knees
to half crouch on the couch. In her absence, my deserted cock felt orphaned and cold.
Aunt Beth leaned forward, bracing her knees against the back of the couch on either
side of Mom's head. If she had been a man, she would be in perfect position to feed
her cock into Mom's mouth. It was obvious, really, what she was doing but I didn't
clue in until Mom's hands cupped the pears of Aunt Beth's ass and pulled it onto her
willing face.

Aunt Beth ground her pussy on Mom for about a minute. I looked ruefully down at my
jilted cock, slick with my aunt's juice. It looked pathetic and lonely. I stepped
onto the couch and crouched behind Aunt Beth, lowered my hips, and nudged the tip
of my cock between her cheeks, and Mom's hands.

Although I didn't touch Mom, she sensed my presence and spread my aunt's cheeks for
me, parting her puffy lips to make it easier for me to enter. I slid into Aunt Beth's
cunt and pushed deep, quite easily this time, despite how tight she had been at first.
Perhaps I had broken the trail but I suspected the ease of my entry had more to do
with the magic of Mom's lips and tongue, the latter of which I could feel on the bottom
of my shaft from the second I slipped through my aunt's now frothy entrance.

So the three of us fucked on the couch. Mom ate Aunt Beth and licked the underside
of my shaft while I slowly plied her pussy and played with her tits. Mom was the great
giver. Aunt Beth became a little unsteady, which I wrote off to Mom's ministrations
until I realized it was partly because my aunt had shifted one foot between Mom's
legs and had a bare foot buried deep within her skirt. I don't know what was going
on in there but Mom's hips were moving in rhythmic reaction.

I felt an incredible urge to start slamming against Aunt Beth's cute little butt but
fear of hurting Mom kept me back. My orgasm therefore grew slowly, increasing steadily,
helped along by the encouraging love mewlings, sighs and gasps emitted by both women.
When my aunt's hands desperately grasped Mom's head, I knew the end was near. I could
hardly hear Mom over Aunt Beth's moans, interspersed by ragged breaths and the occasional
gasp. Her hips were jerking spasmodically on Mom's face and the frequency and unpredictability
of her motions brought me along like a freight train. When Aunt Beth finally cried
out and went rigid, I instantly spilled my seed within her.

I thought about pulling out before unloading but reasoned that, at Aunt Beth's age—at
least fifteen or sixteen years older than me—she was probably fixed; otherwise, why
let me inside bareback in the first place? Anyway, Mom never worried about me being
bareback, so I figured Aunt Beth had taken care of business just like Mom did, or
maybe she couldn't have kids since she and Uncle Tom haven't had any after all these
years of being married. So, while Aunt Beth shivered through her orgasm, I let my
cock empty its cargo inside her, squeezing out more with each shudder from my aunt
until I had no more to give.

I crouched over Aunt Beth, no longer stimulating her nipples but simply holding her
breasts and trying to cuddle close to her while she stroked Mom's hair. I shuddered
a few more times myself, squeezing more of my spend into my aunts slick heat but,
eventually, my cock softened and slipped out so I stepped back and off the couch.
Aunt Beth sank onto Mom's lap and started stroking her face, presumably trying to
clean her juices from Mom's face. She kissed her every few seconds, gentle caresses
that were more loving than passionate.

When Aunt Beth finally tried to lift herself off, Mom slid sideways on the couch and
twisted onto her back, head landing on the inside of the couch's arm and hands holding
my aunt's, preventing her escape.

"My turn," she whispered, pulling on Aunt Beth's captured wrists.

Aunt Beth followed Mom down, twisting to kneel over her and bending with her knees
between Mom's legs to kiss the band of bare belly exposed under the blouse that had
been torn out of her skirt. Mom's knees rose and the skirt slid down her legs but
my aunt had already reached inside and was pulling her panties down her thighs. She
slipped them over Mom's knees and somehow got them off her feet without looking awkward.
As soon as they were out of the way, Aunt Beth buried her face within the depths of
Mom's skirt and she in turn leaned her head back, closed her eyes, and sighed loudly.


"Oh yesss. It's been so long since I've had a woman do this for me."

I was shocked. I mean, I had just watched Mom eat out my aunt and thought nothing
of it but to hear her admit she'd done it before with a woman really took me by surprise.


"Oh yeah, baby. Like that&helllip;Ooohhh, yessss."

There didn't seem to be a place for me so I started to withdraw but as soon as I did
Mom's head turned sideways on the couch and her eyes opened. She smiled, a very pleased
and satisfied smile.

"Come here, son," she whispered.

I approached Mom but she straightened her head and rolled her eyes upward.

"Behind me."

I walked around the end of the couch and Mom reached over her head to find and grasp
my cock.

"Soft already?" she laughed. "We'll have to fix that."

Mom tipped her head back and opened her mouth.

"Slip it in," she said.

I crouched and lowered myself until my floppy cock dangled over Mom's nose and bumped
against her lips. It slithered down the right cheek and I pushed it back onto her
mouth. Her tongue shot out and tickled the underside of the tip and I immediately
started to lengthen. A minute of licks later, I had a hard time keeping my cock on
Mom's lips because it was too hard so I pushed it down with my hand, angled myself
above her by stretching my right foot around to the front of the couch, and slipped
my cock into Mom's inviting mouth.

I slipped in and out for a minute, then reached down and tried to undo Mom's blouse
but the buttons resisted. Impatiently, I ripped it apart and tore the bra open too.
I felt Mom laugh through the various parts of her mouth massaging my cock.

After playing with Mom's tits and teasing her nipples for several minutes, I grabbed
Aunt Beth's hands and pulled them up to place them on Mom's tits. A muffled groan
of pleasure sounded from deep within Mom's skirt as my aunt realized what I had done.
Her hands and fingers plied Mom's breasts more delicately than I could so I straightened
up to concentrate on satisfying myself in Mom's mouth.

We continued like that until Mom arched her back and tipped her head up, face contorting.
I pulled my cock out until Mom had peaked and then pushed it back inside her mouth.
My beautiful mother eagerly sucked my cock but it wasn't until Aunt Beth pulled her
head out of Mom's skirt, and sat up to watch me pushing my cock in and out of Mom's
mouth, that I started to come.

I didn't have as much left in me, not nearly as much, but I still managed to fill
Mom's mouth and spill some onto her chin and upper lip, at least enough to drip down
her right cheek. Aunt Beth reached out to take my cock in her right hand and stroked
and squeezed until no more came out. She looked into Mom's eyes and they both giggled.


It was strange after that. Mom sat up and suggested she and Aunt Beth get a shower
before driving down to the pub to fetch their husbands. Nobody worried about me. I
tidied up the living room while they straightened their clothes and quietly disappeared
in different directions to clean up. I went upstairs to have my own shower and, when
I was done, came downstairs to find them gone. I returned to my room. I didn't want
to be there when Dad and Uncle Tom got home.

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I didn't see anyone but Mom the next morning. Dad and Uncle Tom had slept in and Aunt
Beth had already left for an early interview.

"I called in sick for your father," Mom said as I fetched the cereal from the cupboard.


"Oh yeah? How about Aunt Beth?" I asked.

"What about her?" Mom countered, looking up from the paper to look at me, chin on
hand and an amused expression on her face.

"How was she dressed?" I asked.

"Very nicely," Mom answered. "I think you'd have liked what she was wearing, had you
been up in time to appreciate it."

"Yeah?" I filled my bowl and put the cereal back in the cupboard, as I had been trained
to do. I had opened the fridge before Mom responded, seemingly more intent on the
paper than what she was saying.

"She wore a blazer over a plain white blouse and a nice black skirt."

"Ahh. The uniform, sans battlements, I presume?" I poured milk on my cereal.

Mom laughed and confirmed, "No enhanced defense works. I think that may be a thing
of the past."

"Thank God for that."

"She did wear the boots, but no black stockings."

I perked up and turned to face Mom.

"But she might wear them tomorrow," Mom added.

"Why do you think that?"

"Oh, she might want someone to take them off for her."

Mom's smile widened and I nodded, then jerked the milk carton up.

"I think she rather enjoyed that," Mom continued, obviously tickled that I was so
distracted as to overfill my bowl. "The blouse was plain, but the way she wore it…well,
let's just say I'd be surprised if she didn't get an offer today."

There was a stirring in my groin and I was unable to walk straight when I crossed
the floor to take a seat. Mom smiled, knowing exactly what was going on. Reading the
paper again, she casually unbuttoned two buttons on her own blouse, in addition to
the two that were already undone. She wasn't wearing a bra underneath and the inner
swells of her breasts were clearly visible, as were the enticing creases where her
tits swept away from her chest, my favorite part.

"Did you get an offer this morning?" I asked, getting up.

At first, Mom looked confused, then answered, "I did, but declined, though I can't
remember when I've had such a lovely parting kiss."

I guess we weren't going to discuss what had happened. We were just going to accept
it as part of our life, just as we had our new relationship. I got up and stood behind
her, putting my hands on her shoulders.

"Mom…"

"Shhhhh." Mom put her hands atop mine. "I rather like having Beth around. I'm glad
Tom found a job."

"You think they'll move here?"

"Of course."

"And you're okay with that?"

"Yes. Are you jealous?"

"No. I, uh, I thought maybe you…"

Mom's eyes were sparkled with mischief.

"Ha, ha," I said, pushing her away.

Mom stood up and turned around, then slipped her arms around me and gave me a bear
hug.

"Don't be so sensitive. You've awakened a tiger and you might need help taming it."


"I'm not so sure she'll make the job easier."

"Who says I was talking about me?"

I pushed Mom back and slipped my hands inside her blouse, filling them with motherly
tit.

"Don't get too excited, now. Your father and uncle may be dead to the world but they're
still here."

"Who's getting excited?"

Mom chuckled hoarsely and pushed her hips forward, pressing her pelvis against my
groin.

"Someone certainly is," she laughed.

If she didn't want me to get excited, Mom was sure going about it the wrong way. Instead
of pushing my hands out of her blouse, she stretched up to kiss me and as soon as
our lips met, I felt the palm of her hand on the bulge in my jeans. The whole time
we kissed, Mom rubbed the underside of my shaft through my pants. When the kiss was
over, I was already almost ready to come.

"Can you be a little late for school?" Mom rasped.

"You betcha."

"Good, because ever since Beth kissed me like that this morning, I've been thinking
of you, and her, and tomorrow afternoon."

Mom had pulled my zipper down and was unbuckling my belt. She yanked my jeans apart
and then backed up, eyes sparkling, smiling, and eyes on my crotch. She backed into
the table, hefted her rump onto it and pulled her skirt up, then looked at me with
a very raunchy look on her face.

"Beth wasn't wearing panties. She stopped at the door to show me," Mom teased, whisking
her skirt high to demonstrate her own lack of protective clothing. She stretched her
right knee out, opening her legs to provide an gaping view of her glistening slit
shining through its surrounding pelt of neatly trimmed fur. I rushed toward her, flipping
my underwear down to free my hard cock.

"Try to be quiet, baby."

I was between her legs in a flash, fumbling, trying to get my cock inside her. Mom
curled her arms around her neck and half lifted herself off the table, spreading her
legs and wrapping them around my waist. I found her hole, or rather, it found me,
and I slid easily into her slick channel.

"Oh God, Mom."

"Shhhhhh!"

After that, the only sounds in the kitchen were our grunts, moans, sighs, and gasps.
It was a quick, frantic affair for all of that. I released Mom's tits and concentrated
on hanging on to her as I banged her hard. Toward the end, the kitchen table was slamming
into the wall but neither of us was capable of slowing the pace of our colliding bodies.
It was very intense and my whole body shook violently when I released my load. I was
pleased, when I backed away, sated, to see my cum trickling down the inside of Mom
's left thigh. So that's a quickie.

Mom walked to the kitchen doorway near the stairs and turned around. As she buttoned
up her blouse, she spoke loudly.

"Thanks for helping me move things around, Curtis. You'd better get to school, now.
You're going to be late."

We both grinned. As I passed by her on my way out, Mom put her arm out to stop me.


"Beth says she wants to get together again."

"I'm game if you are."

"I want to watch you fuck her."

Mom's voice became excited as she mouthed those words and it transferred to me like
a contagious disease.

"I can do that."

"And put it in her mouth," she breathed.

"Mom, you're going to get me all worked up again."

"I can feel you," Mom husked, "dribbling down my leg."

"That's not fair," I complained.

"I'm going to let it dry."

"Oh, Jeez," I cried, reaching down to adjust my stirring cock.

"Away with you now. Go to school and learn something."

I was still hard when I got to school and had to sling my backpack in front as I walked
down the halls.

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That night at supper, Uncle Tom's old confidence was back. The new job didn't pay
anything like his previous position but that didn't matter. He had a job and, anyways,
it was a lot cheaper to live here than in the big city. I was amazed at the difference
a job could make to a man, or perhaps it was better to say what the lack of one could
do. Dad and Uncle Tom were boisterous, to say the least. Removal of the unemployment
tension allowed positive emotions bubble to the top.

Aunt Beth was especially pleased and I wondered if it wasn't partly due to the fact
that they would be moving here. I hoped it was because I was looking forward to it.
At first I had feared that her staying might become an unwelcome intrusion on my budding
romance with Mom. But after the session with Mom this morning I knew that Aunt Beth
was bringing a whole new twist to the table and one that was welcomed by Mom. I guess
that shouldn't have been surprising since it was Mom that had initiated the final
seduction of Aunt Beth. I was going to leave it alone but Moms always know best!

It was difficult, sitting at the table, to hide my thoughts. I wasn't worried about
Dad and Uncle Tom because they weren't paying any attention to anyone but themselves,
except to gather acknowledgement of how amusing they were. But I was sure both Mom
and Aunt Beth were aware that they were on my mind. Maybe they couldn't see the detailed
images in my mind of Mom feeding my cock into Aunt Beth's mouth, or of her sitting
above my aunt's head on Mom's bed and holding her ankles while I squatted over her
lewdly exposed haunches, slowly dipping my cock in and out of her hole. Then again,
the more I thought about it, the more I figured Mom and Aunt Beth probably knew exactly
what was written all over my face.

Uncle Tom had at least complimented Aunt Beth on her appearance when she came home,
remarking on how chic she looked. Certainly, a woman who isn't well endowed should
adopt the partly undone, plain white blouse. Making a point of what was under there,
however modest, was an effective tactic. Most guys, despite making a big deal of huge
hooters in public, prefer smaller ones and will basically chase after anything anyway.
I had felt Mom's and Aunt Beth's and liked both. They were different, but both were
great.

What really surprised me at the dinner table was that Aunt Beth didn't make her own
announcement, that she had also been offered a job. She hadn't told me but I saw her
look at Mom when she first came in and I knew from the exchange of looks between them
that Aunt Beth had got it. There were additional, more complicated messages conveyed
in those looks but they were ones that, as a man, I didn't fully comprehend.

So I sat, waiting for Uncle Tom and Dad to settle down, so Aunt Beth could make her
announcement, but the wine continued to flow and they never did shut up. I began to
realize, after witnessing a number of glances between Mom and Aunt Beth, whether she
was going to tell her husband at all. Maybe she just didn't want to steal her husband's
thunder. Possibly. Women are more sensitive than men. As it was, it was Mom who finally
spoke.

"So I guess you'll have to go back to put your house on the market and pack up your
things?" Mom asked.

"The sale's all arranged. It's part of the deal, and the movers too," Uncle Tom waved
his hand, pompously alluding to his abilities as a great negotiator in stark contrast
to the humbled man who had left the house after breakfast just the day before.

"But your personal things. Surely, you'll want to pack them up yourself?" Mom directed
her next question to Aunt Beth.

"Oh yes. I couldn't trust my personal things to strangers."

The exchange had the feel of a rehearsal to me but my uncle didn't notice.

"Why not?" he broke in. "It's just stuff. They're professionals. Let them do their
job."

"Well, men's junk may be just stuff but a woman's things certainly aren't," Mom stated.


"Yes, I guess I'll have to go back," Aunt Beth said.

"Would you like me to come and help?"

"Oh no. You've done so much for us already."

"Really, I don't mind. I'd love to help you get ready to move to your new home."

"That's so kind of you," Aunt Beth gushed.

"We should go soon, before the weekend. It's so busy on the weekends."

"And on Friday, too."

"Why don't we go this Thursday and come back the next?"

"That would be great. It will give us lots of time to say goodbye to a few of my favorite
restaurants. I'd love to take you to some of them."

"And we could go shopping. The stores here are so dismal."

"I know."

"Here we go," Dad said.

Close, I thought. There they go, leaving me here by myself, with my hand for company.
Nice move.

"Do you think Curtis could help?" Aunt Beth asked. "I have a few heavy things to pack
up."

I had to force myself not to jump out of my chair to shout with glee.

"Beth, leave the boy out of it. He doesn't want to pack boxes for his old aunt."

"I don't mind," I said, liking the way this was going.

"But he's got school," Dad interjected.

"It's spring break next week," I said, getting into the swing of it.

"That's next week," Dad replied.

"He's doing well at school. I'm sure he can miss a couple of extra days," Mom leapt
in to my defense.

"Well…," Dad hummed.

"I guess it will be just you and me, batching it," Uncle Tom smiled broadly and winked.


Dad looked at him but wasn't reassured. Nevertheless, he said, "Okay."

It was a done deal. I would be spending a week alone with Mom and Aunt Beth. Dad and
Uncle Tom were already discussing the football games that were on for the next week.
Mom and I and Aunt Beth looked at each other, slight smiles on each of our faces,
and our feet stretched out to touch one another, like a piling of hands on a rugby
field.

After dessert, we stayed at the dining room table while Dad and Uncle Tom moved to
the living room to watch a game. We played cards while they switched to scotch. A
couple of hours later, the game droned on while my father and Uncle Tom nodded off,
each partly worn out from the night before.

I helped clear the table and clean up the kitchen. After starting the dishwasher,
Mom stood by the kitchen doorway and divided her time between keeping an eye on the
snoozing men and watching me feed my cock into my kneeling aunt's mouth.

I took my time as if there was no danger from the next room. In fact, I was relishing
it, one hand holding Aunt Beth's hair and tipping her face up toward me while the
other grasped my shaft to steer it in and out of her mouth. Remembering Mom's words
this morning, I made sure that she had a good view and after my aunt had me well slicked
up, I pulled my cock out and dangled it above to let a strand saliva trail onto her
face. Then I rubbed it across her lips, adjusted the angle, and pushed in deep, pushing
in slowly.

When Mom reached down to fit her hand under her skirt, I knew I had done well. Grasping
both sides of Aunt Beth's head, I began fucking her face in earnest and switched between
watching what I was doing and looking at the feverish action under Mom's skirt. She
wasn't watching the men anymore but I doubted either would wake up.

I knew both women would find their way to my bed that night after the men had been
put to rest. We couldn't wait until Thursday, even though it was only two days away.


When I was ready to come, I pulled my cock out of Aunt Beth's mouth and blasted my
semen all over her face. I was positive that neither of the women would have liked
that if it was just the two of us but the memory of Aunt Beth's face when she watched
me spill a little on Mom's face drove me to do it. I knew at that moment that she
would not only let me, she wanted it. Not for me, but for Mom. She needed Mom to see
her get her face creamed. I don't know why I knew that, I just did. I didn't look
but I heard Mom start her own orgasm as soon as the first spurt landed on my aunt's
forehead.

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My door opened and Mom and Aunt Beth entered without knocking, each wearing a full-length
robe.

"It's late. I wasn't sure you'd be up," Mom said.

"Yeah. Dad and Uncle Tom got a second wind there for a while."

"It looks like you're waiting for something. Are you expecting something to happen?"
Aunt Beth asked cheekily.

"Not really," I responded as casually as I could, given I was lying completely naked
on the bed and my cock was standing straight up as only a vivid imagination could
make it do. Mom and Aunt Beth removed their robes, revealing strikingly similar full-length,
billowing nightgowns that allowed the outline of their bodies to show through.

They let their robes slip casually to the floor, a sexy act in itself, and began to
untie the delicate ribbons that kept the nightgowns together in front. Once undone,
they were open to the waist. Mom's breasts spilled out of hers while Aunt Beth's remained
hidden but the thrust of her dark nipples were plainly evident beneath the thin cotton
nightgown.

"No messy stuff tonight," Mom whispered. "We can't be having showers in the middle
of the night, now can we?"

Aunt Beth giggled. "You're just saying that because it's your turn."

"Am not," Mom retorted. Regarding me more seriously, she said, "You've had more than
a little fun today so tonight is for us. It's ladies night and we like it slow and
gentle, kapeesh?"

I nodded. Whatever terms they specified, they got. I couldn't believe that I was going
to spend a week with these two. Feeding off each other, they were already on their
way to wearing me out. Who says older women aren't sexy?

Mom and Aunt Beth approached the bed, effortlessly drawing attention to every sexy
nuance of their limbs and press of material against their bodies. Impossibly, I got
harder, for I knew that this was but a foreshadow of what my life was to become.

Aunt Beth stopped beside the bed while Mom walked around to the end. As if on cue,
both grasped their nightgowns near the knees and pulled them up to mid-thigh, freeing
their legs so they could climb onto the bed. Each lifted the hems high enough for
me to see that neither was wearing panties but I already knew that because the dark
thatch of their pubic hair showed through the thin material of the nightgowns. Mom
crawled over my legs until she straddled my thighs and Aunt Beth configured herself
into a lounging position alongside me, propped up on her right elbow.

"What should be do with this, Beth?" Mom asked, cradling her hands around my cock
but not touching it. Nevertheless, it twitched violently from the proximity of her
soft palms.

"I don't know, Lisa. Shouldn't he get in trouble for having that in our presence,
let alone showing it off. I mean, really, getting such a big boner for his aunt, not
to mention his mother."

Aunt Beth giggled and Mom joined in but the laughter faded as Mom moved her cupped
hands up and down, surrounding my cock in mock masturbation, but still not touching
it. I strained my neck to tip my head up so I could watch, fascinated, as my cock
twitched even though it wasn't being touched. When Mom's hands reached to bottom of
their stroke, Aunt Beth leaned forward and brought her mouth close to my tip. She
opened her mouth but didn't take me inside as I had expected, or hoped. Instead, she
blew hot breath on my cock and I groaned.

"You're going to torture me?" I asked.

"Do you want us to torture you?" Mom asked.

"If this is torture, then yes," I answered.

"You haven't seen anything, yet," Aunt Beth promised.

Both women chuckled. For the next ten minutes or so, I was treated, or subjected,
to many non-tactile strokes and heavenly breaths until my stomach and legs were a
quivering mess of anticipation and my chest heaved with barely suppressed gasps.

"Please," I pleaded. "Touch it."

"You must earn it," Mom said.

"How?" I gasped.

"Beth?"

Aunt Beth rose to a sitting position and then, in one fluid movement, swung her leg
over my chest and settled onto my stomach with her back toward me. Like Mom, she used
her thighs to keep her weight mostly off me.

Mom pulled Aunt Beth toward her and seconds later, I could see her hands beyond Aunt
Beth's back as she fondled her breasts. By the movements of Aunt Beth's elbows, I
could tell her own hands were busy, presumably occupied with a similar task. They
kissed each other slowly, languidly.

For several minutes, Mom and Aunt Beth kissed, ignoring me and my plight. I kept quiet,
sure that if I disturbed them it would only prolong my agony. Finally, Mom peeked
over Aunt Beth's shoulder during a break in their kissing.

"Oh, Curtis. Are you still there? We forgot all about you. Did you still want us to
touch you?"

"Please," I cried hoarsely.

I was painfully aware that my hard cock was waggling between my two favorite women,
each sitting astride me with their thighs open and pussies bare, one above and one
below my aching cock. I imagined how slick they must be, titillated by their own teasing,
the caressing of each other's breasts, and the slide of their tongues in each other's
mouths, not to mention the mental effect of the brief whispers they exchanged between
kisses.

"The poor dear. Let him kiss your pussy, Beth. That is, if you have any feelings for
your nephew."

"I do," Aunt Beth said. "In fact, I love him."

"Then, by all means, let him worship you."

Aunt Beth skidded her bottom back until her pussy skidded onto my mouth. I was right,
it was already slick with her juices. Dutifully, and thankfully, I pushed my tongue
up to lick her pubes, the tip dipping into her wet slit. My aunt, trying to help me
I suppose, slid her ass back and forth, sometimes covering my nose as well as my mouth,
but I didn't care. I almost didn't notice the moment when Mom's hands curled around
my shaft, one at the tip and one at the root. Almost, that is. I groaned into Aunt
Beth's pussy and pushed my tongue out hard, finding and entering her inner hole, and
wiggled it to demonstrate my appreciation.

Aunt Beth leaned back, I guess to push her cunt more firmly onto my tongue, and her
hands reached back to brace herself on the bed. I thought, I must be doing a pretty
good job for her to relinquish Mom's tits. Aunt Beth squirmed, folding her cheeks
over my nose and I gasped for breath. My hands reached up and curled around her ribcage,
seeking and finding her little tits. She arched her back and her nipples became amazingly
stiff and extended. I pressed them into my palms and rolled them around, them grasped
them between thumbs and fingers and pinched, stretching her tits off her chest. I
was rewarded with a series of frantic squirms and a satisfying moan from my aunt.


Mom slid forward, up my thighs, until her pussy lips mashed into the underside of
my shaft. The moist heat of her labia and slit fit like a glove around my cock, especially
when her hand pulled on the helmet to press my shaft into the groove between her lips.
Her pussy began tiny fuck movements that slowly coordinated with the movements of
Aunt Beth's pussy on my face, sending exquisitely time thrills along the entire length
of my rigid member.

"Make him do it," Mom whispered, her voice as hoarse as mine when I had pleaded for
their touch.

She was very excited. They had planned something. But what?

Aunt Beth kicked her ass forward, slipping her cunt off my tongue but keeping her
ass on my face. I searched for her hole, sticking my tongue up stiff and hard, sure
she was about to slide it back. Instead, my tongue found another divide, a darker
crevice surrounding a smaller, more pungent entrance. The tip of my tongue fit into
this smaller gateway but with a little difficulty and my aunt moaned loudly as soon
as it did.

"Push it all the way in," Mom commanded.

I did as she said, trying so hard that I felt the strain on the muscles of my tongue
and tried hard to stiffen it. Aunt Beth responded accordingly and I knew I had done
well when I felt Mom lift herself off my thighs and was then treated to the hot sinking
of her hole over my shaft. Heaven descended to bless me for my wickedness.

I wiggled my face and thrashed my tongue inside Aunt Beth's trembling backside, hoping,
and receiving, an equivalent reward from Mom. She squeezed my shaft and massaged it
with her hot and wet womanly muscle, milking my cock as if her channel had been genetically
engineered to match it, nerve for nerve, as I guess maybe it was. No other woman could
fit me as well as she. I started thrusting upwards, demonstrating surprising strength
with my ability to lift both Mom and Aunt Beth off the bed.

"Ride him, Lisa," Aunt Beth cried.

I bucked harder, striving to fulfill Mom as well as myself. I felt Aunt Beth plunge
her fingers into herself and stopped jabbing my tongue in and out of her ass in favor
of holding it rigidly in place. I could feel her fingers plunging in and out through
the thin membrane that separated her cunt from the little room that housed my tongue.
When they stopped retreating and stayed inside, like my tongue was, I knew my aunt
was close and I renewed my efforts to find release for myself and Mom. It had to come
soon before I exhausted myself. Thankfully, within a minute, I began shooting my load
inside Mom and felt her own, longer release begin bathing my cock at the same time
that Aunt Beth's juices flooded my chin and neck.

My bedroom was a cacophony of groans and moans and heavy breathing for a long time.
Slowly, Mom and Aunt Beth climbed off me and took up positions on either side, each
facing me and caressing my face, chest and stomach with a free hand. Nobody said anything
for a long time.

Mom kissed my cheek and Aunt Beth copied her. Several more pecks followed, then longer
presses on my cheeks and jaw line, slowly progressing to the corners of my mouth.
Mom was the first to press her lips to mine, then Aunt Beth. Gradually, the kisses
became longer and longer but it was quite a while before a tongue slipped into a mouth.
I can't remember who initiated it, Mom, Aunt Beth or me. It was longer still before
Mom broke the silence.

"I think you should let your aunt ride you for a while."

"I don't think I can manage, Mom."

"Oh, I think you can," she giggled.

I felt her hand around my shaft and was surprised that I was hard.

Aunt Beth swung up onto me with surprising agility and began sliding onto my cock.
She was tighter than Mom and didn't fit me as well but she could have eaten crackers
anytime as far as I was concerned. She started slowly, barely moving her hips, but
her inner muscles were continually active. It was the start of a pilgrimage to another
holy place.

Mom kissed me while Aunt Beth pleasured herself astride me. Like a steam engine, she
gradually increased her pace, sometimes falling back but always surging ahead to a
higher level, until she was leaning forward over me, hands grasping my shoulders on
either side of my neck to help thrust herself onto my cock as hard as she could. At
the end, she threw herself back, much as Mom had, and her body stiffened as her orgasm
overtook her.

As soon as she was done, Mom ordered me to make room for her to lie down. Aunt Beth
was still breathing harshly as Mom guided her onto her back, took a position above
her head and told me to hand my aunt's feet to her. I lifted Aunt Beth's legs and
pushed her knees toward Mom. She grasped both ankles and pulled them back.

"Hammer her good. She owes you."

I wasted no time in squatting over my delicate aunt and plunging my stiff cock into
her gaping hole. She was so wet there was little resistance. Immediately, I began
banging her hard, urged on unnecessarily by Mom. Like Aunt Beth, I increased my pace,
but much more quickly. The bottom of my thighs slapped loudly against my aunt's upturned
haunches and I was surprised that the violence of my attack didn't provoke a single
sound from her. She bore it quietly, grunting, though I could see by the expression
on her face it wasn't an ordeal. At the end, when my cock started spewing its second
load that night, Aunt Beth cried out as another orgasm consumed her.

I was going to pull out but Mom threw her arms around my waist and held me down on
the back of Aunt Beth's thighs, forcing me to spill all of my spunk inside her. I
wouldn't learn until later that this was not an idle fetish of Mom's; it had a purpose.


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I was exhausted the next day, as you can well imagine, and would have liked to sleep
the following day after we arrived at Aunt Beth's, but they wouldn't let me. I'm sure
you can imagine the horror I had to go through over the subsequent week and beyond.
Aunt Beth didn't accept the job and never told Uncle Tom she had been offered one.
He seemed to like the notion that she was dependent on him and she fostered that feeling,
feeding his false notion of manhood while I exercised mine regularly with both her
and Mom for many years, often together, but not always. Each of us enjoyed pairing
off.

It was the threesomes, however, that led to the wilder escapades. Mom had been intrigued
by the tongueing I had delivered to Aunt Beth's behind and in that first week at my
aunt's place, I had both women in the ass, something that probably never would have
happened with just me alone. Being shared by two women who like each other. There's
nothing better than that.

Oh, BTW. Uncle Tom's manhood received another boost with the arrival of their first
child. The world is full of surprises, isn't it? Yeah, being shared by two mothers
who like each other. Now, that's bliss.

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