Chapter 1

Author’s note: This story does not involve anal. It includes unprotected sex between family members.

Saturdays were my favorite day of the week, not only for a break from the daily grind but because it allowed me to spend more time with my eighteen-year-old son, Chad. While I watched him feast on the hearty plate of food I had prepared, pride swept through me from the sacrifices he had made for me. I had taken care of him all of his life, but after graduation, he had chosen to work for a construction company to stay close and look after me.

With the amount of food he consumed, envy hit me, knowing that I couldn’t indulge in as much as he did without worrying about gaining weight. There was nothing more comforting than watching him enjoy my cooking and knowing he was there for me, just as I had always been there for him.

On weekends, my son’s pace at the dining table was notably slower, free from the weekday rush to work. It was during these leisurely moments that our conversations seemed to stretch a little longer, as we eagerly deliberated over our plans for the weekend ahead. His captivating sky-blue eyes held onto my face for more extended periods. Perhaps out of vanity, I often found myself lingering a bit more at the makeup table on those precious weekend mornings.

I never invested much time in getting ready, but I did focus on the details. Most of my time went into carefully brushing and shaping my dark brown hair, making sure my bangs were flawlessly in position. I also spent time styling the sides of my hair to neatly conceal my ears. A final touch involved applying a fresh coat of light lipstick to my full lips and a quick sweep of blush to complete my look. Staring at my large, brown irises, I contemplated accenting them with some eyeliner, but declined, knowing I’d have to apply it later in the day.

It could have been my imagination, but I noticed a change in my son’s behavior after he graduated and began working. During meals, I often caught him stealing glances at me, his eyes attentively studying my features. Whenever I turned my focus toward him, his gaze would swiftly shift away, elevating my suspicions that he was checking out his mother. It’s not like I hadn’t done the same, admiring his strong chin, and high cheekbones, which I’m sure he inherited from me.

“Exactly when did my little boy transition into a handsome young man,” I asked myself. His stylish stubble beard, which he started to grow a few months earlier, bestowed upon him a more mature, and rugged appearance. Our times out on the town were also different than when we were a parent and child. Our conversations, while dining at restaurants, were more mature and stimulating. His humor and infectious smile made me laugh and smile in return. His gentlemanly mannerisms made me feel more like his date than his mother, especially when he refrained from calling me ‘Mom.’

Yet, perhaps his most captivating feature was his infectious smile, characterized by the way his pearly white teeth played a teasing game of peekaboo behind his lips. Whenever the corners of his mouth turned up in a grin, those gleaming teeth made a sensuous cameo appearance.

I often found myself having unmotherly thoughts concerning my well-built son. I reasoned, “It’s natural—you’re horny and haven’t been with a man for a long time. Any good-looking, sexy man would have the same effect.” Although, I couldn’t think of a man that excited me as much as my son, off the top of my mind.

“Mom, did you hear me?” Chad asked, breaking me out of my daydreaming.

“I’m sorry,” I replied. “I drifted off for a bit. What’d you say?”

“Do you want me to do anything else today, besides tending to the yard and repairing the window we talked about?” he asked.

“No, that’s plenty,” I replied. “It’s a shame you spend all of your free time helping me, rather than having fun with your friends. I feel bad that you’re tied down here and unable to enjoy life to the fullest.”

“It’s fine, Mom,” he responded quickly, flashing that sexy grin that I adored. “I’m in no rush to leave you. I enjoy keeping the house up to snuff. Did you have anything planned for today?”

“I’ll do the laundry before preparing lunch for you,” I replied. “I won’t be eating because I’m having brunch with your aunt Pamela.”

He stopped eating, his face brightening, as he chirped, “Really? I could work on the yard tomorrow and take the afternoon off. I wouldn’t mind eating a little later in the day.”

His sudden interest in my monthly dinner date with my sister raised an eyebrow. “I’d prefer to keep it just the two of us,” I asserted. “Our conversations often end up getting personal, and I doubt either of us would feel at ease discussing certain topics in your presence. Besides, we’re still not on the best of terms. Things can get a bit heated at times.”

His sorrowful expression tugged at my heart, evoking a sense of guilt for leaving him out, and I briefly second-guessed my decision. I wondered if, with him present, my sister might not bring up the fact that I had married her boyfriend eighteen years ago. She just wouldn’t let it go.

Before I could continue, he rebuked, “I still don’t understand why you two don’t get along. She seems so nice and never says anything bad about you when I see her.”

“You’re seeing your aunt?” I asked, completely taken by surprise.

“Our new job site is close to her workplace, and roughly a month ago, I spotted her at the food carts,” he explained. “Since then, we’ve been meeting almost daily for lunch. She’s pleasant to talk to, and I enjoy spending time with her.”

My skin prickled with unease, much like a cat’s hackles. Something about my sister’s overly cheerful and pleasant demeanor toward my son didn’t sit right with me. Any idea of inviting my son to join us for dinner was now firmly out of the question.

“Why haven’t I been informed about this?” I inquired, my tone carrying more indignation than I had intended.

“Most of my workday is routine, and I don’t usually share it with you. I didn’t believe it was a big deal, Mom,” he responded, his tone suggesting that he might be concealing something.

“You’re right,” I replied, not wanting to pry further into my son’s activities. It was hard for me to transition out of a motherly role. Remorse hit me that I was treating him as a child, rather than an adult.

“In any case, I have a private matter to discuss with her. Maybe I’ll invite her over tomorrow for dinner. Would you like that?” I lied, knowing I’d have to engineer some kind of an excuse to cancel my hasty invitation.

“That sounds great, Mom,” he replied, his smile returning.

He leaned across the table, his fingers gently brushing across my left cheek. My heart skipped a beat from his tender touch, and it reminded me of his father doing the same, during our early dating. Although his hands were rough from working at a construction site, his fingertips were surprisingly smooth. Before I wanted it to end, he leaned back in his chair.

Inspecting and rubbing his fingers together, he explained, “I thought you bruised your face, but I guess it’s just some makeup that made your skin appear darker. I don’t know why you even wear that stuff, Mom. You’re really pretty without it. I love the natural look of your face each night after your shower when it’s washed off.”

A sudden rush of warmth engulfed me, upon hearing my son’s compliment regarding my appearance. It was rare for him to express his feelings about how I looked, and it caught me off guard. “Thanks, Chad. It’s just something women do, trying to present our best selves. I might have gone a tad overboard this morning.”

Our conversation switched to other topics while we finished breakfast.

After a few hours of working, I prepared a lunch for Chad and called him in to eat. He had just finished mowing, and the hot sun had taken its toll on him. He sat down, and dove into the plate of food without bothering to put his shirt back on. His broad shoulders and bare, taut, firm chest held my gaze.

A glisten of sweat adorned my son’s sculpted torso, and I couldn’t help but wonder when he had transformed into such an Adonis. Luckily, his focus remained fixed on demolishing the heap of food in front of him, sparing him from noticing my gaze as it wandered over his masculine, well-defined physique. “Jesus, Michelle. What are you thinking? He’s my son. I really need to find a man,” I thought to myself.

Taking my attention off my handsomely, burly son, I rose and cleaned the kitchen. Fifteen minutes later, I heard him scoot his chair back and say, “Thanks, Mom. I’m getting back to it. See you tonight. Say hi to Aunt Pamela for me.”

“I’ll fix you a big meal when I return,” I promised, unsure if he heard it, as the door slammed shut.

Before I departed to see my sister, I sat at my makeup table, stared into the mirror, and reflected on what my son had mentioned. “Maybe I should go for a more natural look,” I pondered. My thoughts drifted to my sister, and I instinctively picked up the eyeliner pencil, carefully outlining my eyes in the way my sister preferred. Each time I met with her, it was like going on a date.

Although we hadn’t physically expressed our love recently, as we did in our younger years, I knew she still loved me deeply, matching my love for her. The last time we made love remained fresh in my mind, reminding me of our close connection. Both of us were heartbroken when our marriages crumbled, prompting us to set aside our feud and emotionally and physically reconnect. Regrettably, my sister and I drifted apart following that, focusing on our individual healing journeys after our divorces.

Switching to a tighter blouse, I unbuttoned the top two buttons, exposing the deep valley between my breasts. Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I swiveled around, ensuring my appearance was at its best. Feeling good about myself, I waited until Chad was out of sight before jumping into the car and taking off, afraid he’d say something about my sexy attire.

I arrived before Pamela, and I couldn’t help but stare at her as she strolled up to the table. Her radiant smile reflected her happiness, my eyes immediately locking onto her nipples, pressing against her sheer blouse.

“Up here, Michelle,” she said, giggling, her fingers pointing to her face.

I blushed when my sister caught me leering at her tits, and after she sat, I responded, “Hi Pamela. You look gorgeous. When did you lose the bra?”

She smiled widely, acknowledging that I had noticed her new look. “About a month ago, I guess. I tried it one day, and it felt so good that I’ve continued. It makes me feel younger, seeing men stare at me while they check me out.”

The timetable lined up with Chad’s account of meeting up with her at the food carts. It suddenly hit me why he had become so interested in his aunt. Her tits were like a man magnet, and knowing our physical builds were similar, I wondered if I should go braless. I quickly discounted it, as no mother should dress in that manner when her son is living at home.

“You don’t need to do that to entice men, Sis,” I replied, smiling, “Speaking of attracting men, I hear that Chad has been having lunch with you daily.”

“We have and I’m enjoying the time I spend with him. He’s such a handsome young man. I love the way girls enviously look at me when he’s with me,” she gushed.

“It’s one thing to openly flirt with your office workers, but do you think it’s appropriate in front of my son?” I asked.

Her grin resembled the victorious one she wore during games. “What’s the matter, Michelle? Worried I might snatch your man away like you did to me?”

And there it was, unmistakable. She was determined to employ my son as a means to exact her revenge on me. “Seriously?” I asked. “We’ve gone over this many times. Steve told me you two had broken up when we dated. I didn’t steal him away from you.”

“And I’ve repeatedly explained to you that he lied,” Pamela retorted, her voice growing steadily more acrimonious. “How could you not know he was fucking me while you two were dating? If you would have gone to bed with him, you would have noticed his dick covered with my pussy juice when you went out with him. He double-dated us, fucking me and then dining out with you.”

“Well, I didn’t sleep with him on the first date like you did, so I couldn’t have known,” I replied.

“It didn’t seem to bother him when we screwed the first time we went out,” Pamela retorted to my snide remark. “I’ve always considered it rude to string my dates along. If they’re a horrible lay, it’s best for both of us to move on. It took me by surprise when he broke it off, stating I was too easy and dumped me for you because you were more of a challenge.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, he did the same to me when he ran off with his secretary ten years down the line. You should count your blessings that I spared you from him,” I remarked.

“We’ll never know, will we?” she rhetorically asked. “I might have been able to keep him satisfied, but you snatched that opportunity away from me.”

“You certainly didn’t keep your own husband for long, so I doubt it,” refuting her assumption. “Anyway, I’m tired of rehashing our past. Can’t we set it aside and finish our meal in peace?”

“Of course, Michelle. I always cherish time with my lovely sister,” she playfully replied, before adding, “Almost as much as with her son.”

Changing topics, we caught up on recent events for the rest of the meal. Curious as to how my son was interacting with my sister, I made up my mind to see them interact in person. “Pamela, it’s been a while since you’ve joined us for dinner. Would tomorrow night be okay? It’ll provide more time for us to catch up on our lives.”

“I’d love to, Michelle,” my sister replied, her smile growing wide. “And don’t worry, I won’t bring up our past when Chad is present. I wouldn’t want to risk putting a frown on that beautiful mug of his.”

She winked, signaling her inappropriate intentions toward my son. Without replying, we lightly kissed and left.

Chad’s elated mood was as expected when I informed him I had invited his aunt to dinner. I chuckled to myself when he took a shower before her arrival, normally waiting until later. When he emerged from his room, alarms went off in my head, with the attire he decided to wear. His cotton, drawstring shorts showed off his hairy, muscular legs, but my eyes were drawn to his torso, cloaked in a tank top. His exposed, bare shoulders sent shivers down my spine, and I knew it would have the same effect on my sister.

“Isn’t that a bit too casual for a family dinner?” I inquired, hoping for a willingness to consider a change.

“It’s just Auntie, Mom,” he replied. “Besides, it’s so warm today, and I thought I’d opt for something more comfortable. Would you prefer I wear a tux?”

His broad smile lifted my spirits and alleviated my worries. “No, you’re fine. As you said, it’s only my sister.”

As I started preparing our meal, Chad settled in to watch some TV. Pamela arrived punctually, prompting Chad to spring up and answer the door, as soon as she knocked. My eyes were glued on their interactions, my motherly instinct on full alert.

“Hi Chad, good to see you away from that noisy food cart area.” She hugged him tightly, ensuring her braless breasts pressed into his chest. She rested her head alongside his, facing me. She gave me the same knowing wink as she had at the restaurant, along with a big smile.

When they parted, Chad remarked, “I look forward to eating with you, so I don’t mind, but you’re right, this is much better. By the way, isn’t that your Friday perfume you’re wearing?”

“Yes, it is. I’m glad you noticed,” Pamela gushed. “I normally wear it to celebrate the end of a workweek, but I thought tonight would be appropriate, too.”

I grimaced in an attempt to stifle my anger, witnessing her openly flirt with my son. She pranced over to me, embracing me lightly, ensuring I was close enough to smell her scent. My suspicions proved correct—her so-called Friday perfume was my favorite and she knew it.

Taking a step back, she assessed my cooking progress and remarked, “Everything looks delicious. It seems like you’ve got everything under control, so I’ll just wait in the living room with Chad until dinner.” Her infectious smile broke through, and I couldn’t resist but return the gesture.

Our dinner conversation turned out to be lively and entertaining, as each of us shared humorous events from our recent experiences. When it came time to tidy up, Pamela made her way to the living room and took a seat on the couch. “Chad, join me and sit next to your auntie,” my sister called out.

“I’ll be there in a moment,” Chad replied. “I’d like to help Mom clean the kitchen first.”

It felt like I had won the lottery when my son chose me over my flirtatious sister. Her charms had failed to lure him, but I knew she’d up her ante to win him over.

I sat in a comfortable recliner opposite them, while we continued our conversation. Pamela crossed her legs, causing her short skirt to rise and expose her smooth, upper thigh. I couldn’t blame Chad for staring, as my gaze also set upon her smooth flesh. My sister knew what she was doing and shot me a sly smirk, knowing her sexy wares attracted both me and my son.

She turned and grasped Chad’s bicep, giving it a gentle squeeze. “Can you believe your son’s muscles? Working in construction has really beefed him up,” Pamela exclaimed, accentuating her remark by lifting his arm and showcasing his impressive biceps. Sliding her hand upward, she firmly gripped his shoulder and remarked, “And his shoulders are so broad. The girls must be clawing at each other to get a piece of him.”

Chad’s cheeks reddened, and before he could reply, I jumped in, saying, “His job has been quite demanding, and, of course, he’s been busy helping out around here. Hopefully, his schedule will ease up a bit in the winter, allowing him to engage in more social activities.”

“That’s a shame,” my sister lamented. Wrapping her arm around him, she drew him close. “In the meantime, I can come over more often and keep him company. Wouldn’t you like to see more of your auntie?” The side of her soft breast pressed against Chad.

“Sure, Auntie,” Chad replied. “It’s always fun when you’re around.”

Without releasing my son from her tight clamp, she continued to engage us in conversation. In the course of a lively discussion, she squirmed around, until her bare leg mashed up against Chad’s hand. The combination of her bare leg touching him along with her soft breasts had its effect on him.

My eyes drifted from my sister’s exposed, sexy leg to Chad’s tenting shorts. Pamela glanced at Chad’s bulge and smiled wide when her gaze met mine. Thankfully, the night came to a close soon after, and my sister departed for the night.

Lying in bed, I tossed and turned throughout the night. Replaying the evening in my mind, the sudden realization hit me. Chad wasn’t the cute little boy that I had raised by myself through his childhood. He was an adult man with adult desires. Observing my sexy sister openly flirt with him and his reaction, altered my vision of him. It would be difficult to look at him in any light other than a mature, handsome, desirable man. When I thought back to the recent times his eyes scanned my body, my pussy throbbed with excitement. He wasn’t innocently looking at his mother, but rather, checking me out as a woman.

The next day, I took the afternoon off and called Carol, my next-door neighbor, who is also my sister-in-law, inviting her over.

She was more than a close friend as we had been lovers in school. My sister and I often invited her over for a small pajama party. Mom and Dad never suspected that the giggling and shrieking from our locked room were the three of us enjoying each other’s bodies. After all three of us married, our times together became rarer over the years.

Promptly showing up, Carol hugged and kissed me, before saying, “Hi Michelle, I’m glad you called. It was a great excuse to leave my daughter and her new boyfriend.”