Chapter 7

When I finished drying off, I looked out the window and noticed Aunt Rachel walking down the sidewalk half a block away. It had taken longer than I thought with Monica, and my aunt was arriving early. I quickly dressed and ran down the stairs to Mom’s room. Monica and Mom were eating each other’s hairy cunts, in the throes of sexual oral bliss.

“Mom, Rachel is arriving early. I’ll keep her in the garden while you two finish.” No acknowledgement came from either woman, while they concentrated on their sexual bonding.

I ran outside and met Rachel as she neared the front door. Interlocking arms with her, I escorted her to the garden around the side of our house. Stalling for time, I walked her through the beds, describing our plans for each. I managed to waste twenty minutes, when my aunt looked up and saw movement in the house. She asked, “Who’s the woman with your mom? I haven’t seen her before.”

I replied, “Oh, she’s a friend Mom had over. It looks like they’re running late. We’ll be ready to go to the movies and dinner as planned. Don’t worry; it’ll just be my favorite two ladies with me tonight.”

She smiled, and we walked up to the house to wait. Moments later, Mom returned and greeted us with a sexy smile. Her Hawaiian floral dress looked fabulous on her. It was shorter than usual, and it was obvious that she wore no bra, her pointy nipples pushing out the thin fabric. She looked stunning, and Rachel looked surprised when she gazed at Mom’s exquisite beauty.

She stared intently at my mother’s provocative, sexy dress but didn’t mention anything while we walked to the car. We decided on dinner first as we were hungry. My attention focused on Mom’s hard nipples poking out the thin material. I felt guilty ignoring my sexy aunt. Her blue lace bra was visible under her tight, sheer blouse, and I wondered if Mom had informed her my favorite lingerie color was blue.

The hostess at the restaurant greeted us and said, “Hi, Melissa. Glad to see you again. I’ll seat you in a nice booth.”

“Thanks, Lisa. We’ll be right behind you,” Mom replied.

Lisa walked us to a secluded booth at the end of a long room. Mom and I sat on one side while Rachel sat opposite us. When Mom slid in, her dress slid up, revealing her sexy thighs. Sitting down, I noticed the table was far enough away from the seat, enabling me to see Mom’s bare legs. Thankfully, Rachel couldn’t see anything from her position.

As soon as Lisa left, I asked, “Mom, how do you know her? Do you come here often?”

“I met her here a couple of months ago,” Mom replied. “She’s a good server, and I enjoy my visits with her. She’s very nice and friendly. You’ll like her.”

Before I could ask any more questions, Lisa arrived to take our orders. She remained at our table, engaging us in friendly conversation. Lisa was tall and very thin. I doubt if she broke a hundred on the scales, but she had toned muscles and didn’t look unhealthily thin.

Her casual talking transitioned to flirting as if she were competing with the two beautiful women accompanying me. Mom and Rachel encouraged her flirtations while Lisa twirled the ends of her short, light-brown, silky hair. I noticed her stealing glimpses of Mom’s exposed thighs. All too soon, she departed to place our order.

I lustfully stared at her long legs, while she walked away. She wore the same skirt as the other servers, but due to her height, it appeared to be a lot shorter. She wore her belt higher also, probably because she knew how to flaunt her best asset. I’m sure she received large tips from showing off her long, lithe legs. Her breasts hid beneath her blouse, but I surmised they were small, enabling her to go braless. She looked like the girls I’d date at school because she had the same facial features as Mom and my aunt.

When she left, Rachel remarked, “My, she’s cute, and I believe she has a crush on your son, Melissa.”

My face flushed while Mom moved over close to me, wrapping her arm around me as if consoling me. She jokingly scorned Rachel. “Now stop it, Sis. You’re embarrassing my poor son. Besides, I think he prefers older women.”

“Is it true, Sam? You like the more experienced woman?” my aunt piped, sexily looking at me.

Thinking briefly of telling her how I love fucking my horny mom, I decided against it and ended our discussion. “You two need to stop it. A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

They both smiled, and Rachel excused herself to visit the lady’s room. When she was out of earshot, I took the time to admire Mom’s sexy body. “Jesus, Mom. You reek of sex. I want to take you home and devour you. Rachel was impressed too. Did you see the way she stared at you?”

“I have a lot of outfits I can’t wait to try on for you. I think Rachel believes she’s the only sexy slut in the family. She’s probably jealous because you’re looking at me more than her. I wonder what she’d think if she knew I’m not wearing panties, either.”

Openly leering at her sexy, bare thighs, I lustfully said, “She is quite the looker, much like her sister.”

Mom reached over, clenched my pants, and bent my stiff prick while jokingly remarking, “Watch it, buster. Rachel is my baby sister. Behave yourself.”

Seeing her sister returning, she released my prick and whispered, “But not too much.”

Mom and Rachel immediately engaged in conversation, and I wondered if Mom was aware of Rachel’s hard nipples poking out the material of her blouse. Obviously, she had removed her bra in the bathroom. I wondered if she was competing with Mom or Lisa.

Feeling Mom’s legs bumping against me was confirmation she also noticed Rachel’s display. Grabbing my cloth napkin, I moved it below the table and placed it on my leg. I reached over and slid my hand up and down Mom’s exposed leg. When my hand ventured higher, I felt the heat from her groin when my hand stopped at her closed thighs.

While still immersed in her discussion with Rachel, she moved her left leg over, allowing me access to her hairy treasure. I slowly ran my hand under her skirt to the top of her luscious thigh. The side of my hand stopped when it hit her mound of fur. Putting pressure on her pussy, I sawed up and down her slit with the edge of my hand. She squirmed on the seat and managed to bring her pussy up for easier access. I ran my fingers up and down her outer lips, causing her juices to flow.

When I inserted two fingers into her steaming snatch, she moved her left hand under the table. Thinking she would shoe me away from her hairy mound, I was surprised to see her pull her skirt up to her waist, exposing her pelvis. Her hand returned to the top of the table while she engaged Rachel in conversation. It was the perfect cover for me to play with Mom’s pussy. I buried another finger into her wet hole and massaged her sensitive walls.

I had my hand upside down in an uncomfortable position while I played with her pussy. I couldn’t stroke in and out as my arm would move, alerting Rachel. Moving my fingers around her leaking pussy, I stimulated it as if I were fucking her. She struggled to breathe while she talked to her sister, and her voice cracked when I ran my fingers over her engorged clit.

She neared her climax when I noticed Lisa arriving with a large serving tray. When Lisa placed Rachel’s plate in front of her, I began sliding my fingers out of Mom’s excited pussy to allow her to lower her skirt. Her hand quickly landed on mine, guiding my fingers back down to the depths of her clasping channel.

She held my hand in her pussy, covering mine and her mound of hair. Lisa placed my plate in front of me, while her gaze focused on our hands clamped tight to Mom’s pussy. She picked up Mom’s plate and leaned hard into me, squashing her soft tit into my shoulder, muttering, “Pardon my reach.” She slowly placed Mom’s plate down, her eyes locked on our erotic display. Mom’s face fixated on Lisa’s expression, gauging her reaction to our wanton, sexual exhibition.

Lisa lingered, smiled widely, pulled back, and asked us if we needed anything else. As she turned to leave, Mom stuttered, “Lisa, would you mind grinding some fresh pepper on my pasta?” Mom leaned back, moved her hand away from mine, and shoved it under her ass, enabling her to push her pussy up, making the display even more erotic.

Lisa smiled wide, retrieved the pepper mill, and leaned over to comply with Mom’s request. While she pushed her breast into my shoulder, Mom sexily smiled and observed Lisa, who was intently staring at Mom’s pussy, stuffed full of my fingers. With Lisa’s eyes locked onto Mom’s groin, I moved my wet, slick fingers out and then back to the bottom of her pussy.

I glanced over at Rachel, fearing she would see Lisa mesmerized at our exhibition but relieved when I noticed her concentrating on her plate of pasta.

“That’s probably enough pepper,” I said. Lisa stopped cranking the shaker but lingered to stare at Mom’s voyeuristic display. Her breath was short and rapid when she backed up and asked us if there was anything else we needed. Mom told her we were good and thanked her for the fantastic service.

Lisa sexily smiled, turned, and walked away. I intensified my attack on Mom’s pussy, knowing it would be overly suspicious if I left my left hand under the table for much longer. While Mom ate her peppery entree, I mauled her sensitive pussy. Her face flushed, and her pussy pulsated in anticipation of a climax. Moving my forefinger and thumb up to the top of her slit, I rolled and squeezed her slick, engorged clit. Stroking it as she would do to my prick, I soon felt her orgasm commence.

She shrieked when her pussy shook and let loose a flood of juices, cumming on my intruding hand. Rachel looked up, saw Mom’s flushed face, and exclaimed, “Melissa, are you feeling okay? You look like you’re burning up.”

Mom grabbed her glass of water, swallowed a few big gulps, and managed to spout, “Maybe too much pepper at once. I’m okay now.”

Satisfied with her sister’s answer, Rachel resumed eating. I removed my hand from Mom’s soaked pussy, wiping my fingers off my napkin. After I moved my soiled cloth over to Mom’s leaking slit, her hand came down to take over. After cleaning up her juices, Mom placed my soaked napkin on my leg and moved her skirt back down.

Mom and Rachel continued talking as if nothing had happened. When we finished eating, I reached down and brought my napkin up to my face as if I were wiping my mouth but, instead, deeply inhaled Mom’s pussy scent.

Mom smiled and bumped her leg on mine, acknowledging my action. Lisa showed up with the check and asked if we needed anything else. She smiled, teasing, “Perhaps some Cream Pie would be good?”

Mom replied, “Not now, Lisa, perhaps later. Thanks, though.” Rachel didn’t act wise to their secretive talk as Lisa smiled wide and walked away. Mom paid with cash, leaving a generous tip. I wondered if she was giving Lisa hush money or because she liked her.

Rachel stood to leave while I did the same to allow Mom to exit. When they walked out, I turned to the table to rearrange my prick, which had hardened at an odd angle. I reached down and adjusted my cock to point straight up along my stomach in a more comfortable position.

I turned to leave and practically ran over Lisa. She smiled as if she knew what I had been doing and walked up close enough that the mixture of her light perfume and sweat swept over me. Her face was inches from mine. She moved closer, pushing a soft breast into my arm while shoving her exposed thigh between my legs, pressing it against my stiff prick.

Rubbing her leg back and forth on my covered cock, she purred, “Be sure to ask for me next time to get a nice private booth. I wrote my schedule down for you. I would love to serve your party again.”

Moving her closed fist to mine, she transferred the note to my hand. Expecting a piece of paper, I was pleasantly surprised to feel a flimsy, silky pair of panties. They were damp and warm, the result of watching our sexual display. I quickly stuffed them into my pants pocket.

I picked up my napkin, soaked with Mom’s juices, and held it to her hand, closing her fingers around it. I leaned into her, pushing my hard cock into her thigh, and whispered, “I’m afraid Mom made a mess of her napkin. She had to use it to clean up some leaking juices.”

Lisa sucked in a deep breath of air, and her eyes widened when she digested the taboo nature of our relationship. Her face turned from surprise to lust when she snatched the soiled napkin from my hand.

I thanked her again and said goodbye, leaving to catch up with Mom and Rachel. Halfway to the door, I turned to see Lisa in the booth. One hand pressed the cum-drenched napkin onto her face while the other was under the table. Knowing her pussy was receiving a pounding from witnessing a mother and son commit a sinful act made me smile widely.

At the theater, I sat between Mom and Rachel. Mom wrapped her arm around me when the lights dimmed. I did the same to her, and we leaned against each other. Knowing Rachel couldn’t see my roaming hand, I cupped Mom’s braless tit while we watched the feature film. Mom leaned over close and whispered, “I know it doesn’t matter, but you have my full approval if you want to marry Monica.”

Remembering the image of those two locked together in sex, I smiled, leaned back, and whispered, “Of course, it matters. I’m glad you like Monica. It means a lot to me.”

My aunt noticed Mom’s arm around me and repeated Mom’s action, leaning into me. The side of her soft braless tit pressed into my side. With her other hand, she pulled my arm around her back until my hand rested on her waist. I was in seventh heaven, my arms wrapped around two beautiful women. Afraid of being as bold with Rachel as my mom, I slowly slid my hand right below her breast, holding onto her ribcage.

When the movie credits scrolled, Mom rose to leave. Rachel slumped in her chair, causing her braless breast to fall in my hand. In an unconscious reaction, I squeezed her meaty mound. I quickly released her luscious tit, covering my action by saying, “Sorry, Auntie. Guess I lost my balance for a moment.”