Chapter 2

After my shower the next morning, I followed the smell of bacon to the kitchen.

Mom wore another floral sundress, busily preparing breakfast when I emerged. “Good Morning, Alex. How are you feeling this morning?”

“Fine, Mom. Smells good out here. I’m starved.”

Setting a utensil aside, she walked over and hugged me. Pressing her nose against my neck, she inhaled deeply. “You smell good, as always. I’ll bet your sister is in worse shape. I heard her shower running, so she’ll be here in a few minutes. We can begin without her. I doubt if she’ll have much of an appetite.”

As soon as I sat, she served us. Partway through, Monica showed up, her hair still wet. Cloaked in her bathrobe, she slowly shuffled to the table. Before sitting, she moaned, “I feel terrible. Breakfast isn’t going to cut it. Think I’ll go back to bed.”

As she turned to leave, Mom said, “Monica, go put your suit on. I’ll have Alex move the lounges to the shade and you can lie outside. The fresh air will be good for you. We’ll bring out some orange juice and a bagel.”

Without stopping, Monica replied, “Thanks, Mom. Toast, no bagel.”

Mom smiled and turned her attention to me. “Be a good brother and rearrange those cots. They’re too heavy for her.”

“Sure, Mom. Happy to help out,” I offered, rose, and walked into the sunny garden.

After setting up the outside area, I returned to finish my meal. Monica shambled by me on her way to recuperate outside. Mom rose from the table to prepare some toast and orange juice. Once ready, she placed them on the table and asked, “Could you take these to your sister? Thanks, Alex.”

Monica sat upright and smiled when she noticed me bringing her meal. I wondered if she remembered anything from the previous night. I sat on the adjacent lounge to keep her company while she ate. If she did have any memories, she was an expert at concealing them. She quickly confirmed my suspicions.

“Last night is such a blur to me. I don’t remember anything after the first drink. Guess I’m not cut out to be a barfly,” she admitted, giggling.

Relieved my secret was safe, I nervously laughed with her and changed the subject.

When she finished eating, she pleaded, “I forgot to bring my book and glasses. Would you be a good brother and fetch them for me? They’re on my end table.”

“Sure. Be right back,” I readily agreed, hoping to cheer her up.

When I entered the kitchen, Mom sat at the table, sipping her coffee. She asked, “How’s your sister?”

“She’s recovered enough to want to read. I’m getting her book and glasses,” I replied.

She urged, “Slip on your trunks and sit with her. I’m going to change and clean the house. It’ll be easier with you two out of my hair.”

After removing my robe and sliding on my suit, I proceeded to retrieve her book. Unlike my bed, hers was made to perfection. Even a hangover wouldn’t prevent her from tidying up, as she had always been a neat freak. Grabbing her items, I left to head outside. On the way out, Mom handed me a cup of coffee to take to Monica.

After explaining to my aunt that Mom wanted us out of the house to clean, I pulled the back of my chaise to the vertical position, so we could sit and visit. After taking a swig of her coffee, she slipped on her glasses to read. They were oversized and made her eyes look larger and sexier. I couldn’t help but stare at her pretty face.

I’d heard of men having an eyeglass fetish but never considered it to be erotic. Gazing at her, I understood the appeal. After reading several pages, she caught me gawking at her. “What’s the matter? Do I have food on my face or something? You’re staring at me,” she asked, her brows furrowed.

Blushing, I explained, “No, I’ve never seen you wear glasses before. They bring out the color of your eyes. They look good on you.”

It was her turn to blush. “Thanks. They’re reading glasses and I don’t need them all the time. My eyes tire out fairly fast if I don’t wear them.”

Before my prick rose to full attention, I leaned back to relax. I fell asleep immediately and didn’t stir for several hours. When I opened my eyes, I noticed that Monica had set her book and glasses on the ground and lay face down, fast asleep. Careful not to wake her, I grabbed her empty cup and went into the house.

I found Mom stretched out on the couch, watching TV. When she mentioned she’d change to her work clothes, I didn’t imagine them being so sexy. Her pleated, short skirt revealed a good amount of her luscious legs. Her blouse was thin and was pulled out of her skirt. Her pointed tips gave away the fact she was braless.

My shorts bulged as I leered at her body, and I knew there was no way to adjust myself. Setting the cup on the counter, I tried to retreat outside, before Mom could see my tented trunks. Her voice stopped me before I could exit.

“Reflecting on last night, when you carried your sister, I wondered what would happen if something happened to me? How would you deal with that? She’s much lighter and I don’t think you’d be able to do the same,” Mom said, with a touch of flirting.

“It wouldn’t be a problem,” I assured her. “You’re not much heavier.”

She retorted, “Doubt it.”

Her tone was more of a challenge than a reply. Walking over to her, I slid my arm under her legs. She giggled and squirmed. “What are you doing? It tickles.”

“I’m going to prove that I can carry you to your room,” I explained.

When my hand gripped her soft flesh directly under her knee, she shrieked and wiggled.

“Mom, you’re supposed to be passed out. No moving or talking,” I ordered.

“Sorry. I’ll be good now. Carry on,” she softly spoke and closed her eyes, her body falling limp.

With a firm grip on her leg, I ran my left arm under her back. Her blouse had risen and my hand gripped her bare waist, directly under her rib cage. A tingling sensation flowed through me as I held my hot mom. Before my prick could rise, I lifted her off the couch. Her head hung low so I shifted my left hand higher and pulled her against my body. She was a little heavier, but I was confident in my ability to carry her.

Holding her close, elevated both of our body temperatures. My right hand slipped and moved higher across her slick skin. Fearing I’d drop her, I extended my thumb and fingers around her fleshy thigh and squeezed hard. She gasped, but didn’t open her eyes, still pretending to be passed out.

With my hand firmly holding her upper thigh, within inches of her groin, I continued walking to her room. After a few steps, her head drooped lower. Sensing the balance was off, I shifted my left hand higher. Traveling up her slick ribs, I stopped when I was comfortable with her weight positioning. “Much better. A little more top-heavy than my sister.”

Forgetting Mom only pretended to be asleep I wondered if she heard me. Her wide smile confirmed my suspicion. Feeling my hand slip, I extended my fingers and dug into her soft flesh to obtain a better grip.

Without realizing how high my hand had gone, I was surprised when my tips pressed into the side of her meaty breast. She grunted and her chest heaved from my groping digits. If I lowered her now she’d collide on top of my horizontal, stiff prick. Not wanting to risk any more adjustments, I continued to carry her with my fingers deeply dug into her spongy tit.

Having no trouble going the rest of the way, I gently placed her on the bed. She remained silent, so I thought now was the time to proceed as we had the previous night. My hands shook while I unbuttoned her top blouse button. My heart raced, knowing Mom’s bare breasts would soon be exposed. As soon as I touched the second button, her hand caught mine and pulled me away.

Her eyes opened. “What are you doing?”

“Sorry, Mom. I thought we were rehearsing what we’d do if you were passed out. Like we did with Monica last night.”

“Not going to happen,” she scolded me, with a subtle hint of a smile. “You proved you could carry me and that answered my concern. Allow me some privacy and I’ll be out in a bit.”

She smiled and her eyes widened when her gaze focused onto my protruding erection.

As soon as I entered my room, I checked my library to discover she had exchanged another book. Still hard from the erotic encounter with my mother, it took only a few minutes to coat my stomach with a load of hot cum.

Mom changed into her morning sundress and was working in the kitchen when I joined her. Handing me her bottle of Aloe Vera, she suggested, “Your sister would probably appreciate some lotion on her skin today. It’ll make her feel better after the rough night.”

“Sure, Mom. Yell out when you want us to come back in.”

I found Monica fast asleep so I carefully straddled her body, before spreading lotion on her shoulders. She moaned, waking up. “That feels good. Thanks. I never knew having a little brother could be so beneficial.”

Switching to her lower back, I massaged in the moisturizing gel. When I moved to her legs, she whispered, “I want my entire back done. Unsnap me, please.”

Not wasting any time, I quickly undid her top and pulled the straps to the sides. My hands traversed the length of her back ending at her shoulders. She moaned in appreciation as I caressed her smooth flesh. Moving out to her sides I ran my hands higher and lightly contacted the sides of her squashed breasts.

Not hearing any objections I brushed against them again on the downstroke. Her back rose as her breath deepened. “What would she say if I ventured lower and connected with her nipples?” I wondered to myself.

My courage elevated to an all-time high, and when I decided to try it on the next pass, she said, “Okay, fasten my top and do my legs.” My hands shook as I reattached her top.

Kneeling behind her feet. I ran a bead of lotion down the lengths of her flesh. Stroking her thin, firm legs caused blood to flow into my cock. “Damn,” I thought. “These women were keeping me aroused full-time.”

Bringing my hands closer to her groin produced the results I had hoped for. She slowly widened her legs, enabling me to coat her thighs. Her bikini bottoms, puffed out from her firm buns, beckoned me to caress them as I had after I spanked her.

Breaking my attention, I heard Mom yell, “Dinner Time!”

When Mom returned inside, I took my chance, sliding the sides of my aunt’s suit bottom to the middle and stuffing them down her crack. Before she could object, I cupped her buns and massaged them as if applying lotion. Instead of objecting, she groaned while I groped her luscious ass.

Knowing Mom would come back out if we didn’t appear, my hands slid lower. Monica’s voice cracked with lust, as she croaked, “You better cover my butt. It’s obvious you and Mom don’t like seeing it from the spanking I received.”

Sliding the material back to cover her white flesh, I said, “Mom might have been upset, but I wasn’t. Your buns are sexy.”

After extracting myself I limped into the house, unsuccessfully hiding my tented shorts. When we finished eating, Mom suggested, “It’s nice outside. Why don’t you two change clothes and take a walk? When you return, we’ll play another game.”

Opening my drawer I knew exactly the game Mom was playing. She was reading my books at a rapid pace. No wonder she liked sending Monica and me out. I reviewed the next book she hadn’t read to make certain only mother-son stories were tagged. Arranging them back in a neat stack, I changed to some jogging sweats for our walk.

By the time I made it out, Monica waited at the door, ready to go. Less than a block away, she wrapped her arm through mine and held my hand. Throughout our walk, she bumped me and brushed her body against mine every chance she got. Almost an hour had passed by the time we returned.

Checking my stack I noted that Mom had checked out another book. What would happen when she had read them all? Would she start over?

Mom yelled to come out and play a game with them. They both sat on the floor without a game board. “Mom, what are we playing today?” I asked, curiously.

“It’s one day past your birthday and I feel bad I didn’t let you decide yesterday so today we’re playing strip poker, but only two pieces of clothing will be lost on any one person. Once the last person loses, the game is over. Both of you have underclothes that aren’t more revealing than swimwear, right?”

We both nodded as Mom split up the small number of chips. The games would be short and the first person to run out of chips would lose a piece of clothing. We had played poker as kids so we all knew the rules and more importantly, I knew exactly when they bluffed and when they actually had good hands. This would be too easy.

I lost on purpose the first game to verify how they bet and to not discourage them, in case they thought I held an advantage. I took my top off and redistributed the chips for game two. Monica’s recent actions swayed me to cause her to lose, although I was able to transfer enough chips to Mom and she was the one to bust her.

My aunt quickly unbuttoned and removed her blouse. She was almost too eager to strip for us. My eyes roamed over her slim form, remembering the night I ran my hands up her chest and squeezed her tits.

The next game I quickly acquired Mom’s chips as I anxiously wanted to admire her upper body. She was slower to remove her top, and the suspense killed me. It was worth the wait. Her tight, low-cut bra caused her tit-flesh to spill out of the top, barely concealing her nipples. Monica’s look of jealousy brought a wide smile from Mom.

My aunt would have to be the next loser since she appeared eager to strip. Once again, I used Mom to defeat her. She unsnapped her skirt and flung it off and sat cross-legged with a confident grin. She was proud to show off her long and sexy legs. It was hard to look away from her thighs, but Mom’s smooth belly and protruding bosom brought my eyes back to her.

Giving Mom a break, I quickly lost the next game. Shucking off my sweat pants, I sat like Monica, mainly so I could adjust my hardening prick when I crossed my legs. Their attention was riveted on my legs as I reset the chips. There was only one piece left, Mom’s skirt. It took some patience but I managed to get Monica to win and zero out Mom’s stash.

Instead of removing her skirt, she declared, “Okay, the game’s over. We all lost two pieces. Looks like I won too.”

Monica objected, “Mom, you still lost and have to remove another piece. You wouldn’t want to set a bad example to your kids by cheating, would you?”

Mom knew she had lost this battle. “Okay, you’re right. Rules need to be adhered to.”

Monica and I expressed puzzled looks when Mom reached under her skirt. Soon after, her hands returned as she pulled her panties to her feet and removed them. Triumphantly, she decreed, “There, two pieces of clothing removed. Rules adhered to.”

Smiling wide, she rose and left for her room, but not before taunting, “Losers.”

Monica and I looked at each other and laughed at the realization of being outwitted by Mom.

After dinner and showers, we assumed our usual positions in the living room. Mom must have taken her pill as she quickly fell asleep, leaning against me. She kept shifting her head to become comfortable, finally landing on my left shoulder.

They let me pick the movie so I selected a Sci-Fi I had been wanting to watch for a while. After an hour, Monica lost interest and came over to say goodnight. Looking at Mom, she mischievously grinned and asked, “Do you need help waking her again?”

“No, thanks. I’m going to let her sleep until the end of the movie. It was a long day and I don’t want to disturb her,” I explained.

She sighed in disappointment but didn’t pursue it any further. “It was a big day, especially after last night. My bed is going to feel good tonight. See you tomorrow.” she sighed and vanished into her room.

Throughout the rest of the movie, Mom managed to wiggle around until the side of her face pressed against my bare chest. Her hot breath washed over my skin as she soundly slept. When the movie ended, I chose not to wake her, deciding to carry her to bed, to not interrupt her rest.

She had snuggled close, causing my robe to come off my left shoulder. The heavy, cottony material would interfere with my attempt to lift her. It was easy pulling my right arm out. Using my freed hand, I gently shoved the left arm of my robe off. Now it would fall off and out of the way.

Sliding my arm under her legs, I clamped onto her bare leg. There was no chance of slipping like the first time I carried her. I moved my left arm around her shoulders and pulled her close. Having a good hold on her, I slowly rose. Everything worked well and I was pleased with myself for successfully lifting her off the couch without waking her.

As I traipsed by Monica’s room, I hoped she wouldn’t open her door and catch me clad in my underwear. Fortunately, there were no mishaps and I successfully entered Mom’s room. Her bed was made so I laid her on the far side. Pushing the sheets and top cover over I gently lifted Mom and lowered her to the cleared side.

I detected a bra under her robe so I wouldn’t get in any trouble removing her outer garment so she could sleep better. Untying her belt, I pulled apart her robe to reveal her scantily-clad body. My prick jutted out in appreciation.

Her light blue panties were puffed up and a few dark-brown pubic hairs crept out from under the silky material. Her breasts strained to pop out of her silky bra. Removing it might be crossing the line. She would be upset if she knew I stripped her while she slept. I decided against removing her underwear and continued with her robe.

Rolling her on her right side, facing away from me, I pulled the robe off half her body. Tucking the loose material under her, I rolled her back until she faced me on her left side. Her head landed on her soft pillow, and she continued to breathe deeply and steady. Removing her robe the rest of the way, I was ready to position her on her back.

Before I could continue, she moved her top leg forward and bent it at her knee. Her left arm reached up under her pillow and straightened out toward the headboard. I recognized this position as it was the way I slept. We were both side-sleepers. After staring at her beauty for another five minutes, I carefully covered her with the cotton sheets.

Retrieving my robe, I made it to my room and quickly pulled out the top book. With fresh visions of her body, I blasted out a load while reading the first marked story.

Waking to voices in the kitchen, I realized I had slept longer than anyone. Throwing on my robe, I made my way out to the kitchen.

“Good Morning, sleepyhead. How are you doing this morning?” Mom queried.

“Fine, Mom. Slept like a log.”

She smiled back. “Me too. I can’t even remember walking to bed. Guess my pill did its magic again.”

Monica didn’t stop eating to greet me, but flashed me a wide smile, instead.

Breakfast was almost over when Mom asked, “Alex, your sister wants to return to her apartment today. Would you mind taking her? Return as soon as you can. I want to go to the mall for lunch.”

Before I could agree, Monica piped, “Yeah. I can’t wait to get back to a decent shower.” Mom frowned at her comment.

“Sure, Mom. I’ll change and drive her home.” Looking at Monica, I sincerely spoke, “Thanks for staying through my birthday, Sis. It’s been fun.”

She replied, “It sure has. Being with you two the last few days has uplifted my spirits.”

Excusing myself, I went to my room to change. Checking out the last book Mom would probably read in the next hour, I verified all the hot mother-son stories were tagged.

After parking in Monica’s carport, I exited and walked around the car to let her out of the passenger side. She pleaded, “Alex, could you check my apartment first to make sure no one is in there?”

A little paranoid but maybe she was going to invite me inside so we could make sweet love. None of my fantasies had previously worked. “Maybe I’d get lucky,” I wished to myself.

Handing me her house keys, she stood directly behind me, holding my waist. As we entered her apartment, her breath bathed the back of my neck. Everything was immaculately arranged, the same way she maintained her bedroom at home. Her open kitchen extended partway into the main room. I chuckled, observing all of the appliances perfectly arranged, spotless, and lined up on the counter. She whispered, “Check my bedroom, please.”

Of course, she needed to navigate me to her bedroom to take advantage of her little brother. Smiling widely, I led us to her room. I noticed her end tables both had books resting on them. She loved to read.

“Thanks, Alex. It looks like my fears were unwarranted,” she solemnly said.

Needing to prolong my time with her, I took notice of her mirrored closet doors. “I better check in there. It’s the perfect place to hide.”

She didn’t object when I moved over and slid the doors open. I wasn’t surprised to see her clothes meticulously sorted by color and type. A short, thin, blue nightie hung on one end. Reaching out, I ran my fingers through the silky material. She sucked in air, watching me fondle her nighttime attire.

“Boy, wearing this around Mom would probably result in another ass-whipping,” I remarked, my mind visualizing her sexy body cloaked in it.

She giggled. placed her hand on mine and pulled it off her sexy nightwear. “That’s for my use only. We’re good here. Come out to the living room. I want to discuss something with you.”

Hopefully, she wanted to talk about how we were going to have sex for the next hour. Facing me close, she held my hands before she spoke. Her face looked conflicted as if she didn’t know how to explain.

“Alex, I can see how much you enjoy being with your Mom, so I’m hesitant to ask. I hate being the third wheel, but my lease is ending. I don’t care for this neighborhood and thought about moving back in with you and Mom, until I can locate a new place.”

She sighed when she finished. It must have been weighing on her and she appeared to be apprehensive about returning home. “It’s fine, Sis. Whatever makes you feel safe. Do you want to pack some things now and return with me?”

“No. I haven’t talked to Mom and I need to figure out what items to bring home first. I’ll talk to her tomorrow and make arrangements. Thanks for understanding.”

It was more like a misunderstanding. My fantasies had failed again. At least I’d see more of her when she returned home, to live with Mom and me.

“One more thing before you leave,” she croaked. She moved close and at the moment when I thought she was going to kiss me, she planted her lips and nose on my neck. Inhaling deeply, she pulled back and giggled. “I wanted to see for myself what Mom smells. Nothing special, other than little brother stink.”

Mom greeted me when I arrived home. Her look turned to one of concern. “Your sister has mentioned she doesn’t care for her shower several times. Could you take a look at it and see what’s wrong?”

Grabbing some tools from the garage I made my way to her bathroom. I immediately saw the problem. Her showerhead was the same as mine. Close to twenty years old, it provided a pitiful stream compared to current models. Removing it, I went to mine and did the same. Checking Mom’s bathroom, I discovered hers was a newer model. Taking the two old ones out to the kitchen, I showed Mom my findings.

“Mom, the showerheads from Monica’s and my bathroom haven’t been updated like yours. This is what she was complaining about,” I explained, holding them in my hands.

Mom examined them before replying, “I replaced mine after you two left, and I didn’t think to have the others done. We’ll stop by the appliance store on our way to the mall. Put them in a box and we’ll take them with us.”

Making a quick trip to my room to get ready, I checked my porn library. The latest one was on top. Why didn’t she take it when I was at Monica’s? Taking count, I noticed all six books were present. She had replaced the other one after reading the final book.

Mom yelled that she wanted to leave, so I grabbed the box of shower fittings and met her at the car.

I surfed on my phone while Mom browsed through the plumbing shop. After thirty minutes, she showed up, ready to proceed to the mall and lunch. Noticing she didn’t buy anything, I asked, “Mom, didn’t they have any you liked?”

“They did, but not in stock. We’ll come back in a few days to pick them up. Let’s get going. I’m hungry.”

It turned out to be a pleasant experience with only Mom accompanying me on our outing. Sitting across from her at a booth, I admired her beauty without any distractions from Monica. When we finished eating, Mom’s face turned serious. “Alex, I need to talk to you about something. It might be a little uncomfortable for you.”

“No problem, Mom. What’s up?” I asked, suspicious of her motherly expression of concern.

“I want to discuss your collection stashed in your end table,” she said, directly addressing my worst fears.

My face reddened, knowing she was well acquainted with my porn. “I’m not sure what you’re talking about. I don’t...”

Before I could continue my fake charade she calmly stated, “You and I both know about your books. I’ve read through all of them.”

There was no denying it now. “I’m sorry, Mom. I should have disposed of them before I returned home. It was never my intention for you to find them.”

Mom smiled, and countered, “I don’t want you to dispose of them. I’m not completely ignorant of a young man’s needs. As your mother, I thought if I could see what your interests were, I could help you with your fantasies so you could relieve yourself easier at night. It was fortunate your sister was home to unwittingly help out.”

“Mom, the stories I liked most weren’t about brother and sister.”

It was Mom’s turn to blush. “Yes. I understood your message after the first couple of books. You didn’t think I wouldn’t have noticed the dog-eared pages had been flattened and only mom-son stories were tagged? I can understand your attraction to your sister. She’s a beautiful, sexy woman. As far as me, a lot of young men go through a phase where they fantasize about their mothers. You’ll get over it when you date more.”

“Not a phase, Mom. I’ve had thoughts about you for years. You’re beautiful and sexier than any girls my age,” I blurted and blushed quickly after, exposing my raw emotions.

Mom stuttered, “I’m flattered, Alex. It can never happen for real, though. Family members can never participate in those kinds of fantasies. It’s fine for you to keep using your books as an aid, but I can’t assist you. It’s up to me as the mother to guide my children appropriately. Let’s not talk about this any longer. We’ve discussed it enough.”

I might have been disappointed by her rejection, but it wasn’t the end of the world. I enjoyed being around her and while it may be a little uncomfortable for a while, I’d get used to it.

Arriving home, Mom quickly assigned me some chores, which took most of the afternoon. After a light dinner, I went to my room to take my shower and change. When the water gushed out of the pipe, it dawned on me about disassembling our showers. The dinner with Mom made me forget about the visit to the plumbers. Throwing on my robe, I went out to the kitchen where Mom was cleaning.

“Mom, we left the showerheads at the plumbing shop. Do you want me to drive there and get the old ones back?”

“Don’t bother. You can use my shower. Take your underwear with you and afterward, you can relax in the living room,” she instructed.

A few days ago my mind would have searched for a story where the mom invites her son to use her shower and steps in to join him. Not any longer though.

Her shower was definitely an upgrade. Monica was right about our old ones being unacceptable. Once dried and dressed, I sat at my usual spot on the end of the couch. I wondered if Mom would sit beside me like she has been doing, or was our cuddling time over too?

Hearing Mom’s shower stop, I knew I’d soon find out my answer. Emerging, cloaked in her robe, she strolled over and announced, “Alex, I already took my pill and it’s taking effect. I’m retiring early tonight. See you tomorrow.”

She turned and left before I could speak. Feeling tired also, I figured that after watching the rest of the show, I’d head for bed. Twenty minutes later, I heard her door open.

“Alex, while searching in my closet for my sleeping mask, I came across something I think you’d like,” Mom said, walking down the hall.

Turning to look at her, my mouth hung open in awe. Her mask sat on top of her head, with her body adorned in a pink nightie that I’d never seen her wear before. She was right about me liking it though. Her silk panties and bra visibly stood out, beneath the thin negligee.

Her perfume hit me when she sat beside me. I croaked, “Mom, you’re beautiful. I like it more than you can imagine.”

She looked puzzled and looked at where I was staring. She giggled and responded, “Not my nightie, silly. I found these.” Holding up her arms, she displayed two neckties wrapped around each one. She unwound them and ran them across my arms.