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Mom started soaping my dick. For some reason today, my devoted Catholic mother, who thought sex was sin, did not shy away from letting her fingers trail over her son's rigid cock. She moved her soapy fingers smoothly over my length.
She said, "you guys always enjoyed my baths. Little devils you were, always splashing around. Not one day would I come out of the bath dry."
"Yeah, I remember," I said.
"Why should today be any different?" Dan said, as he pointed the handheld shower towards Mom, laughing.
Mom yelped and fell towards me, and I caught her. "John, look what this naughty boy is doing!" she giggled.
"Getting you wet!" I replied, holding her bodily against Dan's shower assault. She gave a shriek, trying to free herself, but I had her by her waist, her back pressed to my chest. In the course of the struggle, my dick got caught between her ass cheeks.
Suddenly, she froze. I thought, this is it, goodbye world. But she surprised me by staying there, clearly feeling my hard dick lodged in the crevice of her ass. Dan took the opportunity of her stillness and showered her body completely: her face, her tits, her belly, and her groin. He did her left tit then her right, taking his time wetting them and her crotch. Mom recoiled from the cold water and I felt her press her shapely ass backwards towards my erect dick. There was no way she wasn't feeling it!
Over her shoulders I could she Mom's T-shirt tightly clinging to her body. Her nipples were prominent, as was the fact that they had gotten pencil-sharp. Dan stopped showering and came forward and hugged Mom from the front, smashing her tits in with his chest. Her tit-flesh spilled to her sides. Dan pressed his erection against Mom's crotch. Mom was sandwiched between two naked boys who were hard for her. My devout mother did not seem to mind. She moved her left hand lovingly over Dan's back and with her right she reached around and caressed my head. Dan, too, took the liberty of moving both his hands over her sides, from her stomach up to her spilled tit-flesh, and then down to her broad hips. Mom sighed.
"Aunt Hayley," Dan moaned, and gave her a kiss on each cheek, "I love you."
"I love you too, Dan," my Mom sighed, "I love you boys." We stayed like that for some time, Dan's dick pressed to Mom's crotch, and mine to her ass. Finally, she said, "okay, let me go. Let get you boys dry."
She took a towel and wiped it over Dan's body. While towelling his ass she put it inside his crevice and rubbed, and then slapped his ass. Dan gave a "yelp" and Mom giggled. Then she moved onto his dick, dr****g it over his semi-erection. The towel hung there. Mom paused to admire it, and then moved in front of me, blocking my view. Still, it was apparent she was holding the towel in place with her left hand, and moving her right arm slowly. Dan was clearly enjoying it. Mom took her time. Suddenly, her right arm increased the pace a bit. My heart jumped. Was my mother giving my cousin a handjob? My Mom? In front of me?
u*********sly, I started to tug at my dick, looking at the scene in front of me. But a second later she stopped, and turned towards me.
"John! Stop that immediately," she commanded.
I realized what I was doing and quickly removed my hand.
"You shameless boy. In front of your mother and cousin! You know very well that masturbation is a sin," Mom said, accusation in her voice. She wiped my body down, and took some time on my dick like yesterday, but nothing besides.
"Okay, you devils leave now. I have to take a bath," she said and we left.
"Dude, that was so fucking hot!" My cousin said as we dressed ourselves in my room. I couldn't help but agree. I had never thought bathtime could be so much fun!
"She didn't get angry when she saw our erections," I said.
"Your erection, you perv. I was only semi-erect," Dan retorted, laughing, "and of course not. My Mom has seen my erections, man, and she only teases me about them. These are two women who share genes."
"Aunt Heather? She doesn't get mad?"
"No! She lets me see her in the nude, too. She usually works in the house topless, and sometimes walks around with nothing on. We are fairly comfortable about our bodies."
Wow. Aunt Heather, the brunette goddess, walking around the house naked. I was born in the wrong family. I found myself sinking into my fantasies.
Dan had gone out of the room for a bit; he came back running.
"Dude!" he exclaimed, "come, you gotta see this!" And dragged me by my hand.
The bathroom door was closed, but wasn't shut. Dan shushed me and tiptoed to the door. He held the door's handle, and quietly pushed it about a half a foot in. From the ajar door we could see the shower area, and through the frosted glass we could see the figure of my Mom bathing. We couldn't see the fine details of her body: just her motions and a rough form. She was turned away from us and was clearly lathering up her body. I could feel ourselves stiffen and hold our breaths. As we watched, her hands moved slowly and sensually over her neck and her breasts, then under them. She squeezed her breasts. Then her left hand stayed on her left breast while her right moved over her belly and onto her pubes. We could see her shudder. She stopped, and let out a sigh. Then both her arms started moving, slowly at first, and then her right arm picked up the pace. She moaned.
Dan and I looked at each other in bewilderment. My Mom was pleasuring herself!
"Holy fuck, man, this is too good to waste!" Dan whispered and whipped out his dick from his shorts, and started pumping it watching my Mom. I was mortified.
"What the hell, man! That's my Mom," I stammered, "your Aunt!"
"So? She is a babe, John. She's a babe who's touching herself a few minutes after she washed her son's and nephew's dicks. If she can enjoy, we can, too."
I had nothing to say to that. "Well, you can jack off to her, but she's still my mother. I can't do that," I said and turned to leave.
Dan held my shoulder and pulled me closer to the door. "Look, man, isn't that sexy? Don't think of her as your Mom, y'know. You can't even see her! Pretend it's someone else. Pretend it's Megan!" Saying this he pulled down my shorts and wrapped his hand around my semi-erect dick. "Look at her," he said and started pulling at my dick slightly.
I looked. The vision in front of me was indeed sexy. Mom was roaming her left hand all over her body, from her tits to her ass and her thighs, and with her right hand she was rubbing herself, now a little faster, her moans a little louder. Didn't she just scold me saying masturbation is sin?!
"Fuck that's sexy," I heard Dan breathe. "Aunt Hayley," he groaned.
Then the disaster happened. As if she'd heard him, she turned around. We could see her taking in the scene, processing it. Then she seemed to realize two boys were standing outside her bathroom, and we saw her head travelling south, to our crotches. Dan had both of our dicks wrapped around his hands, and was still pumping them. The motion would be unmistakable from the other side of the frosted glass.
Mom gasped and covered her tits and crotch with her arms. For a brief moment, I thought I saw a big triangle of black hair d****d over her crotch, before it was covered.
"Oh shit!" I gasped, and made a run for it. Dan followed close on my heels. We are screwed! I thought, panicking the hell out. She would probably throw me out of the house, and never talk to me again. After all, she had caught her son peeking at his mother, with his cousin! And they were jacking off!
Mom came out of the shower after a few minutes, wearing a housecoat that reached her knees and was wrapped around her and tied by a sash. I had never seen her wearing that. It looked out of place on her. But besides that, everything seemed normal. She was her usual cheerful self, smiling and talking to Dan and me. Did she really not see us? Was her covering up something else and not because of us? I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind, thinking, if she had really seen us, we wouldn't be here having lunch.
"Those were some really delicious mushrooms, Aunt Hayley!" Dan always loved Mom's cooking. "My Mom always overcooks them. But yours are just perfect. And so creamy!" He smacked his lips.
Mom had a tinkle to her laugh. "Thanks honey, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I like people who like my cooking!" She smiled at us. "Your uncle never seems to appreciate my efforts as well as you and John do."
"Maybe he doesn't know what a treasure he has," Dan got up from the table and moved into the kitchen, and hugged Mom from behind. "If I were him I'd stay home all day, enjoying your deliciousness," he said, kissing her cheek.
Mom giggled. "That's alright sweetie, your old aunt will cook for you even if you don't pay her compliments," she said, "not that she minds." She turned around, hugged him back and gave him a kiss on the jaw.
"Old? Twenty-five years, and old?" Dan exclaimed. He kissed Mom's other cheek.
Mom laughed. "Thirty-eight, you smooth talking devil!"
Dan rubbed his hands over her back, and said, "you're twenty-five, and you'll still be twenty-five when John and I are forty." Dan looked over at me and winked. I gave him a smile. Frankly, I was relieved I hadn't been thrown out of the house.
"Nonsense," Mom said, "you boys will always be my babies."
"Not a bit too old to be kissed on my mouth, then?" Dan teased.
Mom let out a peal of laughter. "Touche," she said. She looked at him, giggling a bit, and they stood there some time, like a couple fresh in love. It was awkward for me, and I was squirming on my seat. Suddenly, without warning, Mom raised herself on her toes, brought her face close to Dan's, and planted a soft kiss on her nephew's lips.
"Never," she whispered.
I could see Dan was thrilled. "Just like the old times, huh," he whispered back.
Mom giggled softly. "Just like the old times," she said.
Dan picked his aunt up by her waist, making her gasp and squeal, and carried her to the sofa. He beckoned me to come sit. I went and sat on her other side. Mom and Dan were facing each other. He pulled Mom's legs over his, and she outstretched them with a sigh. He started massaging her knees. Mom leaned back on my chest, and I held her waist, running my fingers in small circles over the sides of her stomach.
"So what do you want to do now that you are with your babies?" Dan asked. "We will do anything for you, you know. Anything." He looked intently at my Mom his left hand disappearing slightly inside the hem of her housecoat, without stopping its rubbing motions. "You've done enough for us today," he said.
Mom gave a staggered sigh, and closed her eyes. "This feels good. I just want to spend time with my boys," she said, barely audible.
We sat there for some time, with me holding my Mom's waist and my cousin rubbing just above her knees. Mom had her eyes closed, and her chest was heaving. Suddenly Dan leaned forward and held his face close to hers. I felt Mom hold her breath. Dan put his nose against hers and rubbed them, eliciting a smile from her. Then he pulled out his left hand from under the hem of her housecoat and held her neck, bringing it close to him. I felt Mom rise up willingly from my chest and meet his lips with hers. They kissed softly, but passionately. Dan pulled her upper lips with his lips, and Mom sighed. The kiss lasted longer than what was appropriate for an aunt and her nephew.
Finally, they parted. Mom turned towards me, and looked apologetic. Her neck was flushed, with a huge grin on her face, and in her eyes I saw that familiar out-of-the-world glaze on them. She looked away from Dan and almost hid her face on my chest.
"That felt good, didn't it?" Dan whispered.
"Yes," Mom replied, her voice softened by her embarrassment.
"Now kiss John" Dan said, "make him feel good, too."
I was shocked. Me, kiss my Mom? On the lips? She is usually very loving and gave me occasional kisses, but I don't think she kissed me on the mouth since I turned a teenager. I wanted to say no, it's alright, but couldn't find my voice. Mom looked at my eyes, then at my lips, and then at my eyes again. With her button nose and abashed eyes and flushed cheeks, she looked so cute!
"Go on!" Dan pressed.
Mom closed her eyes as her face neared mine. Was this really happening? What was happening? In my bewilderment I could not close my eyes in time as her soft, luscious lips met mine.
We kissed.
Man, it was heavenly! She smelled really nice, and all I could think of was her sexy eyelashes as she planted several cute little kisses on my lips.
"Hey! I didn't get that many!" Dan complained, and pulled her from me. Mom simpered mischievously and placed her lips on her nephew's, giving him several noisy smooches. Dan and Mom "hmm"-ed and "umm"-ed for a while, and settled for a deep, passionate kiss. I saw him slide his right hand on her mid thigh, now a little less subtle with his rubbing and caressing. Mom moaned. Dan broke the kiss, turning her face towards me with his right hand, and made her kiss me. And what a kiss that was! Her lips were wet and soft and tasted delicious; I felt a sigh escape from me. Dan rubbed her left shoulder with his right hand and started kissing up her neck to her earlobe, pulling and teasing it.
"It tickles!" Mom laughed.
"Be quiet and kiss your son, woman," Dan commanded as he licked her ear.
Mom giggled and returned to kissing me. She was alternately pulling and playing with my upper and lower lips, and each time she changed the lip she was kissing, her lips would part slightly. I took the leap and tried pushing my tongue in. My tongue snaked into her mouth and found the tip of her tongue, and she moaned, her chest rising and falling even more.
"No tongue," she said.
Okay. Shouldn't have asked for more anyway. I pulled my tongue back inside, but every once in a while I would lash it out and lick one of her lips. She seemed to really like that, and started to reciprocate with the same motions, lapping at my lips with her tongue. Sometimes we'd use our tongues at the same time, and they would touch, making Mom giggle every time. This was the closest I'd ever get to tonguing my Mom, so I'd better enjoy it!
But Mom was breathing rather heavily. I opened my eyes, and did a double take. The scene was insane. The outline of Dan's fingers on her thigh were clearly visible inside Mom's housecoat. He had moved his left hand to her upper thigh inside her housecoat, caressing the side with his fingers, while his thumb moved ever so slightly inwards, towards her crotch. His right hand had managed to slip the housecoat off her left shoulder, which he was now kissing, while rubbing his hands over her arms, pulling the housecoat down with each rub. Her housecoat had fallen down enough to reveal her left collarbone. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra, and the top of her left breast showed. I didn't know if she was wearing anything down below. Would Dan find her hairy crotch if he moved his thumb a bit to the right? It was a sexy, sexy thought. What was my cousin doing to my prude Christian mother!
I should have probably stopped it. I should have stopped it, punched Dan, and told him to fuck off. Any good son would. But I was a better cousin. There was no harm in letting Dan see a bit of flesh of his aunt, was there? Maybe Mom would realize we were grown men and allow me to see Megan. Maybe this was Dan's plan. I didn't want the spell to break, so I continued kissing while I let Dan have his way with my Mom. But for safety reasons, I kept my eyes open.
Emboldened by no resistance, Dan brought his right hand and rested his fingers on Mom's collar bone, his palm just over her tit. Mom stopped kissing me, but I pressed with my lips and soon she was back to it, albeit somewhat cautiously. Then the terrible thing happened. That bastard let his hand slip down into her housecoat, and my heart jumped when I saw it disappear inside Mom's housecoat. Mom groaned, but did nothing to stop him. Okay, I thought, this is new. The left side of her housecoat fell completely, revealing her stomach. Her eyes opened. She stopped kissing me and looked at her chest, as if returning to earth. Dan had grabbed a fistful of her tit and was kneading it, pressing his fingers, rubbing his palm over her nipple.
Mom's her right hand shot up and met Dan's face.
Slap!
She stood up. Her left nipple came into view. It was hard, a cute pink little button protruding from her pink penny-sized aureole. She covered herself and adjusted her housecoat in a stately manner, and said in a grave tone, "I am your aunt, Dan, not one of your wenches from college. Know whom to respect." Saying this, she stormed off.
Fuck.
The rest of the day went without incident. I was shit scared about what had happened, but Dan didn't seem to have a care in the world. In fact, he was more cheerful than usual. Dan and I played video games all afternoon, and in the evening went out and played football with some of my friends. Dan came every summer, so he knew all my friends, and my friends liked him. We came back after sunset, showered and watched TV till Mom hollered for dinner. We came down and set the table, and the three of us ate in silence. Afterwards Dan and I washed the dishes, and Dan insisted that Mom go up to bed.
"The lasagne was great, Aunt Hayley," Dan said as Mom went up the stairs without a word.
"Dan, I think she's pissed," I said, as I got into my bed. Ever since we were k**s, I would sleep towards the wall, so that Dan, according to him, could keep me from falling off the bed. Asshole just wanted an easier access to the toilet at night. Dan got into the bed after me.
He looked at me, smiled, and replied, "no, just confused."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"John, your mother is a very sexual woman. All this years she had kept her feelings bottled up inside, and never truly explored her sexuality. She is the opposite of my Mom. So she doesn't know what she wants or likes. She devotes herself to God and family to not have to feel those feelings. Why do you think she still gives you baths? She convinces herself she is only taking care of you, but really she wants to see and touch a man." Dan paused, waiting for me to reply. When I didn't, he continued, "today, that happened. She saw and touched not one, but two men. Two men who she knows are attracted to her-"
"I am not attracted to my Mom!" I interjected.
"Don't k** yourself. She saw two men attracted to her, and the bottle broke. Now she is swimming with unknown emotions, and doesn't know what to do. Worst of all, one of them is her nephew, and the other is her son!" Dan chuckled with mischief.
"But, dude, you touched her tit. You touched my Mom's tit, man," I pointed out.
"So? She touched both of our asses, balls, and dicks. And then she started touching herself as soon as we were gone! She clearly doesn't get any loving from Uncle, no offence, and how long before she starts looking for love elsewhere? She knows he already has-"
"Hey!" I didn't want to think about it.
"You know you father is probably fucking Bella right now as we speak, right? Your Mom knows it too. So she wants some love. Why not us?"
I was enraged. What was he saying? "So we should fuck her, like, like a****ls?" What did he think of my mother?
"What? No!" Dan said, "just some loving. She will let us make out with her, like today, and why not some innocuous touches."
I turned Dan's words around in my head, and we stopped talking about Mom. We moved on to talking about college, the professors there, and the girls, and I found myself slowly drifting off to sleep. I was only slightly awake when I heard the door creak open, and a silhouette glided in. She was wearing a housecoat that reached her knees, and she smelled really nice.
She said, "you guys always enjoyed my baths. Little devils you were, always splashing around. Not one day would I come out of the bath dry."
"Yeah, I remember," I said.
"Why should today be any different?" Dan said, as he pointed the handheld shower towards Mom, laughing.
Mom yelped and fell towards me, and I caught her. "John, look what this naughty boy is doing!" she giggled.
"Getting you wet!" I replied, holding her bodily against Dan's shower assault. She gave a shriek, trying to free herself, but I had her by her waist, her back pressed to my chest. In the course of the struggle, my dick got caught between her ass cheeks.
Suddenly, she froze. I thought, this is it, goodbye world. But she surprised me by staying there, clearly feeling my hard dick lodged in the crevice of her ass. Dan took the opportunity of her stillness and showered her body completely: her face, her tits, her belly, and her groin. He did her left tit then her right, taking his time wetting them and her crotch. Mom recoiled from the cold water and I felt her press her shapely ass backwards towards my erect dick. There was no way she wasn't feeling it!
Over her shoulders I could she Mom's T-shirt tightly clinging to her body. Her nipples were prominent, as was the fact that they had gotten pencil-sharp. Dan stopped showering and came forward and hugged Mom from the front, smashing her tits in with his chest. Her tit-flesh spilled to her sides. Dan pressed his erection against Mom's crotch. Mom was sandwiched between two naked boys who were hard for her. My devout mother did not seem to mind. She moved her left hand lovingly over Dan's back and with her right she reached around and caressed my head. Dan, too, took the liberty of moving both his hands over her sides, from her stomach up to her spilled tit-flesh, and then down to her broad hips. Mom sighed.
"Aunt Hayley," Dan moaned, and gave her a kiss on each cheek, "I love you."
"I love you too, Dan," my Mom sighed, "I love you boys." We stayed like that for some time, Dan's dick pressed to Mom's crotch, and mine to her ass. Finally, she said, "okay, let me go. Let get you boys dry."
She took a towel and wiped it over Dan's body. While towelling his ass she put it inside his crevice and rubbed, and then slapped his ass. Dan gave a "yelp" and Mom giggled. Then she moved onto his dick, dr****g it over his semi-erection. The towel hung there. Mom paused to admire it, and then moved in front of me, blocking my view. Still, it was apparent she was holding the towel in place with her left hand, and moving her right arm slowly. Dan was clearly enjoying it. Mom took her time. Suddenly, her right arm increased the pace a bit. My heart jumped. Was my mother giving my cousin a handjob? My Mom? In front of me?
u*********sly, I started to tug at my dick, looking at the scene in front of me. But a second later she stopped, and turned towards me.
"John! Stop that immediately," she commanded.
I realized what I was doing and quickly removed my hand.
"You shameless boy. In front of your mother and cousin! You know very well that masturbation is a sin," Mom said, accusation in her voice. She wiped my body down, and took some time on my dick like yesterday, but nothing besides.
"Okay, you devils leave now. I have to take a bath," she said and we left.
"Dude, that was so fucking hot!" My cousin said as we dressed ourselves in my room. I couldn't help but agree. I had never thought bathtime could be so much fun!
"She didn't get angry when she saw our erections," I said.
"Your erection, you perv. I was only semi-erect," Dan retorted, laughing, "and of course not. My Mom has seen my erections, man, and she only teases me about them. These are two women who share genes."
"Aunt Heather? She doesn't get mad?"
"No! She lets me see her in the nude, too. She usually works in the house topless, and sometimes walks around with nothing on. We are fairly comfortable about our bodies."
Wow. Aunt Heather, the brunette goddess, walking around the house naked. I was born in the wrong family. I found myself sinking into my fantasies.
Dan had gone out of the room for a bit; he came back running.
"Dude!" he exclaimed, "come, you gotta see this!" And dragged me by my hand.
The bathroom door was closed, but wasn't shut. Dan shushed me and tiptoed to the door. He held the door's handle, and quietly pushed it about a half a foot in. From the ajar door we could see the shower area, and through the frosted glass we could see the figure of my Mom bathing. We couldn't see the fine details of her body: just her motions and a rough form. She was turned away from us and was clearly lathering up her body. I could feel ourselves stiffen and hold our breaths. As we watched, her hands moved slowly and sensually over her neck and her breasts, then under them. She squeezed her breasts. Then her left hand stayed on her left breast while her right moved over her belly and onto her pubes. We could see her shudder. She stopped, and let out a sigh. Then both her arms started moving, slowly at first, and then her right arm picked up the pace. She moaned.
Dan and I looked at each other in bewilderment. My Mom was pleasuring herself!
"Holy fuck, man, this is too good to waste!" Dan whispered and whipped out his dick from his shorts, and started pumping it watching my Mom. I was mortified.
"What the hell, man! That's my Mom," I stammered, "your Aunt!"
"So? She is a babe, John. She's a babe who's touching herself a few minutes after she washed her son's and nephew's dicks. If she can enjoy, we can, too."
I had nothing to say to that. "Well, you can jack off to her, but she's still my mother. I can't do that," I said and turned to leave.
Dan held my shoulder and pulled me closer to the door. "Look, man, isn't that sexy? Don't think of her as your Mom, y'know. You can't even see her! Pretend it's someone else. Pretend it's Megan!" Saying this he pulled down my shorts and wrapped his hand around my semi-erect dick. "Look at her," he said and started pulling at my dick slightly.
I looked. The vision in front of me was indeed sexy. Mom was roaming her left hand all over her body, from her tits to her ass and her thighs, and with her right hand she was rubbing herself, now a little faster, her moans a little louder. Didn't she just scold me saying masturbation is sin?!
"Fuck that's sexy," I heard Dan breathe. "Aunt Hayley," he groaned.
Then the disaster happened. As if she'd heard him, she turned around. We could see her taking in the scene, processing it. Then she seemed to realize two boys were standing outside her bathroom, and we saw her head travelling south, to our crotches. Dan had both of our dicks wrapped around his hands, and was still pumping them. The motion would be unmistakable from the other side of the frosted glass.
Mom gasped and covered her tits and crotch with her arms. For a brief moment, I thought I saw a big triangle of black hair d****d over her crotch, before it was covered.
"Oh shit!" I gasped, and made a run for it. Dan followed close on my heels. We are screwed! I thought, panicking the hell out. She would probably throw me out of the house, and never talk to me again. After all, she had caught her son peeking at his mother, with his cousin! And they were jacking off!
Mom came out of the shower after a few minutes, wearing a housecoat that reached her knees and was wrapped around her and tied by a sash. I had never seen her wearing that. It looked out of place on her. But besides that, everything seemed normal. She was her usual cheerful self, smiling and talking to Dan and me. Did she really not see us? Was her covering up something else and not because of us? I pushed these thoughts to the back of my mind, thinking, if she had really seen us, we wouldn't be here having lunch.
"Those were some really delicious mushrooms, Aunt Hayley!" Dan always loved Mom's cooking. "My Mom always overcooks them. But yours are just perfect. And so creamy!" He smacked his lips.
Mom had a tinkle to her laugh. "Thanks honey, I'm glad you enjoyed it. I like people who like my cooking!" She smiled at us. "Your uncle never seems to appreciate my efforts as well as you and John do."
"Maybe he doesn't know what a treasure he has," Dan got up from the table and moved into the kitchen, and hugged Mom from behind. "If I were him I'd stay home all day, enjoying your deliciousness," he said, kissing her cheek.
Mom giggled. "That's alright sweetie, your old aunt will cook for you even if you don't pay her compliments," she said, "not that she minds." She turned around, hugged him back and gave him a kiss on the jaw.
"Old? Twenty-five years, and old?" Dan exclaimed. He kissed Mom's other cheek.
Mom laughed. "Thirty-eight, you smooth talking devil!"
Dan rubbed his hands over her back, and said, "you're twenty-five, and you'll still be twenty-five when John and I are forty." Dan looked over at me and winked. I gave him a smile. Frankly, I was relieved I hadn't been thrown out of the house.
"Nonsense," Mom said, "you boys will always be my babies."
"Not a bit too old to be kissed on my mouth, then?" Dan teased.
Mom let out a peal of laughter. "Touche," she said. She looked at him, giggling a bit, and they stood there some time, like a couple fresh in love. It was awkward for me, and I was squirming on my seat. Suddenly, without warning, Mom raised herself on her toes, brought her face close to Dan's, and planted a soft kiss on her nephew's lips.
"Never," she whispered.
I could see Dan was thrilled. "Just like the old times, huh," he whispered back.
Mom giggled softly. "Just like the old times," she said.
Dan picked his aunt up by her waist, making her gasp and squeal, and carried her to the sofa. He beckoned me to come sit. I went and sat on her other side. Mom and Dan were facing each other. He pulled Mom's legs over his, and she outstretched them with a sigh. He started massaging her knees. Mom leaned back on my chest, and I held her waist, running my fingers in small circles over the sides of her stomach.
"So what do you want to do now that you are with your babies?" Dan asked. "We will do anything for you, you know. Anything." He looked intently at my Mom his left hand disappearing slightly inside the hem of her housecoat, without stopping its rubbing motions. "You've done enough for us today," he said.
Mom gave a staggered sigh, and closed her eyes. "This feels good. I just want to spend time with my boys," she said, barely audible.
We sat there for some time, with me holding my Mom's waist and my cousin rubbing just above her knees. Mom had her eyes closed, and her chest was heaving. Suddenly Dan leaned forward and held his face close to hers. I felt Mom hold her breath. Dan put his nose against hers and rubbed them, eliciting a smile from her. Then he pulled out his left hand from under the hem of her housecoat and held her neck, bringing it close to him. I felt Mom rise up willingly from my chest and meet his lips with hers. They kissed softly, but passionately. Dan pulled her upper lips with his lips, and Mom sighed. The kiss lasted longer than what was appropriate for an aunt and her nephew.
Finally, they parted. Mom turned towards me, and looked apologetic. Her neck was flushed, with a huge grin on her face, and in her eyes I saw that familiar out-of-the-world glaze on them. She looked away from Dan and almost hid her face on my chest.
"That felt good, didn't it?" Dan whispered.
"Yes," Mom replied, her voice softened by her embarrassment.
"Now kiss John" Dan said, "make him feel good, too."
I was shocked. Me, kiss my Mom? On the lips? She is usually very loving and gave me occasional kisses, but I don't think she kissed me on the mouth since I turned a teenager. I wanted to say no, it's alright, but couldn't find my voice. Mom looked at my eyes, then at my lips, and then at my eyes again. With her button nose and abashed eyes and flushed cheeks, she looked so cute!
"Go on!" Dan pressed.
Mom closed her eyes as her face neared mine. Was this really happening? What was happening? In my bewilderment I could not close my eyes in time as her soft, luscious lips met mine.
We kissed.
Man, it was heavenly! She smelled really nice, and all I could think of was her sexy eyelashes as she planted several cute little kisses on my lips.
"Hey! I didn't get that many!" Dan complained, and pulled her from me. Mom simpered mischievously and placed her lips on her nephew's, giving him several noisy smooches. Dan and Mom "hmm"-ed and "umm"-ed for a while, and settled for a deep, passionate kiss. I saw him slide his right hand on her mid thigh, now a little less subtle with his rubbing and caressing. Mom moaned. Dan broke the kiss, turning her face towards me with his right hand, and made her kiss me. And what a kiss that was! Her lips were wet and soft and tasted delicious; I felt a sigh escape from me. Dan rubbed her left shoulder with his right hand and started kissing up her neck to her earlobe, pulling and teasing it.
"It tickles!" Mom laughed.
"Be quiet and kiss your son, woman," Dan commanded as he licked her ear.
Mom giggled and returned to kissing me. She was alternately pulling and playing with my upper and lower lips, and each time she changed the lip she was kissing, her lips would part slightly. I took the leap and tried pushing my tongue in. My tongue snaked into her mouth and found the tip of her tongue, and she moaned, her chest rising and falling even more.
"No tongue," she said.
Okay. Shouldn't have asked for more anyway. I pulled my tongue back inside, but every once in a while I would lash it out and lick one of her lips. She seemed to really like that, and started to reciprocate with the same motions, lapping at my lips with her tongue. Sometimes we'd use our tongues at the same time, and they would touch, making Mom giggle every time. This was the closest I'd ever get to tonguing my Mom, so I'd better enjoy it!
But Mom was breathing rather heavily. I opened my eyes, and did a double take. The scene was insane. The outline of Dan's fingers on her thigh were clearly visible inside Mom's housecoat. He had moved his left hand to her upper thigh inside her housecoat, caressing the side with his fingers, while his thumb moved ever so slightly inwards, towards her crotch. His right hand had managed to slip the housecoat off her left shoulder, which he was now kissing, while rubbing his hands over her arms, pulling the housecoat down with each rub. Her housecoat had fallen down enough to reveal her left collarbone. It was clear she wasn't wearing a bra, and the top of her left breast showed. I didn't know if she was wearing anything down below. Would Dan find her hairy crotch if he moved his thumb a bit to the right? It was a sexy, sexy thought. What was my cousin doing to my prude Christian mother!
I should have probably stopped it. I should have stopped it, punched Dan, and told him to fuck off. Any good son would. But I was a better cousin. There was no harm in letting Dan see a bit of flesh of his aunt, was there? Maybe Mom would realize we were grown men and allow me to see Megan. Maybe this was Dan's plan. I didn't want the spell to break, so I continued kissing while I let Dan have his way with my Mom. But for safety reasons, I kept my eyes open.
Emboldened by no resistance, Dan brought his right hand and rested his fingers on Mom's collar bone, his palm just over her tit. Mom stopped kissing me, but I pressed with my lips and soon she was back to it, albeit somewhat cautiously. Then the terrible thing happened. That bastard let his hand slip down into her housecoat, and my heart jumped when I saw it disappear inside Mom's housecoat. Mom groaned, but did nothing to stop him. Okay, I thought, this is new. The left side of her housecoat fell completely, revealing her stomach. Her eyes opened. She stopped kissing me and looked at her chest, as if returning to earth. Dan had grabbed a fistful of her tit and was kneading it, pressing his fingers, rubbing his palm over her nipple.
Mom's her right hand shot up and met Dan's face.
Slap!
She stood up. Her left nipple came into view. It was hard, a cute pink little button protruding from her pink penny-sized aureole. She covered herself and adjusted her housecoat in a stately manner, and said in a grave tone, "I am your aunt, Dan, not one of your wenches from college. Know whom to respect." Saying this, she stormed off.
Fuck.
The rest of the day went without incident. I was shit scared about what had happened, but Dan didn't seem to have a care in the world. In fact, he was more cheerful than usual. Dan and I played video games all afternoon, and in the evening went out and played football with some of my friends. Dan came every summer, so he knew all my friends, and my friends liked him. We came back after sunset, showered and watched TV till Mom hollered for dinner. We came down and set the table, and the three of us ate in silence. Afterwards Dan and I washed the dishes, and Dan insisted that Mom go up to bed.
"The lasagne was great, Aunt Hayley," Dan said as Mom went up the stairs without a word.
"Dan, I think she's pissed," I said, as I got into my bed. Ever since we were k**s, I would sleep towards the wall, so that Dan, according to him, could keep me from falling off the bed. Asshole just wanted an easier access to the toilet at night. Dan got into the bed after me.
He looked at me, smiled, and replied, "no, just confused."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"John, your mother is a very sexual woman. All this years she had kept her feelings bottled up inside, and never truly explored her sexuality. She is the opposite of my Mom. So she doesn't know what she wants or likes. She devotes herself to God and family to not have to feel those feelings. Why do you think she still gives you baths? She convinces herself she is only taking care of you, but really she wants to see and touch a man." Dan paused, waiting for me to reply. When I didn't, he continued, "today, that happened. She saw and touched not one, but two men. Two men who she knows are attracted to her-"
"I am not attracted to my Mom!" I interjected.
"Don't k** yourself. She saw two men attracted to her, and the bottle broke. Now she is swimming with unknown emotions, and doesn't know what to do. Worst of all, one of them is her nephew, and the other is her son!" Dan chuckled with mischief.
"But, dude, you touched her tit. You touched my Mom's tit, man," I pointed out.
"So? She touched both of our asses, balls, and dicks. And then she started touching herself as soon as we were gone! She clearly doesn't get any loving from Uncle, no offence, and how long before she starts looking for love elsewhere? She knows he already has-"
"Hey!" I didn't want to think about it.
"You know you father is probably fucking Bella right now as we speak, right? Your Mom knows it too. So she wants some love. Why not us?"
I was enraged. What was he saying? "So we should fuck her, like, like a****ls?" What did he think of my mother?
"What? No!" Dan said, "just some loving. She will let us make out with her, like today, and why not some innocuous touches."
I turned Dan's words around in my head, and we stopped talking about Mom. We moved on to talking about college, the professors there, and the girls, and I found myself slowly drifting off to sleep. I was only slightly awake when I heard the door creak open, and a silhouette glided in. She was wearing a housecoat that reached her knees, and she smelled really nice.
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