Chapter 3: Morning Routines

Who knows how long I might have gone on this way when my mom appeared at the door to my room. Really, I had no idea how long she had been watching me but when she spoke I couldn’t miss her presence.

“Hey lazybones, how about you stop playing with yourself for once and get down here and help me?”

On the one hand, I knew she wanted me to help her but I also knew she was teasing me a bit too. When I was younger and first starting to learn about my body, I used to constantly touch myself - and I mean constantly. Well, like can you blame me? Sometimes I would forget about where I was and Mom would poke me in church or wherever and hiss at me to “stop it”. No need to tel me what “it” was! More than once she threatened me that my clit would “fall off” if I played with it too much! Even now and I’m older she still likes to tease me about how often I masturbate, even though I knew she does it a lot herself. On average, I probably do it two or three times a day, not a world record I’m sure by any means.

Throwing on a tank top, I hurried downstairs to help her with the chores of getting ready for dinner. As I stood there in the kitchen, I couldn’t keep still as my pussy was still acting up something fierce and even just walking was enough to stimulate it.

“Wow, you’re certainly more horny than usual this morning,” my mom teased me, “What’s the story anyway?”

I explained to her what dad had done to me earlier and she just shook her head and smiled.

“Yeah, I can see him doing that. My guess is that it’s because you let him do it. Frankly, I’m not waking up to a bunch of dried cum all over me - and he knows better than to try!”

I just laughed at her and she poked me playfully. As we worked in the kitchen, the conversation turned to the day’s events and eventually to my favorite uncle and cousin (well, my only male cousin for that matter).

“You know, just because you’ve started screwing your uncle and Rick, it doesn’t mean you have to do it TODAY you know,” she warned me.

“Oh Mommmmmm!” I whined.

“Don’t ‘oh mom’ me young lady,” my mother chastised me, a little more seriously now. “The last thing we need around here is for your bitchy aunt to get any clever ideas. You know she already thinks you’re a slut as it is and not in the cute way your father refers to you.”

I just hung my head sullenly. Like what was the fun of fucking your uncle and cousin if you couldn’t do it when it was naughty? Especially my Uncle Jim. It’s not like he was the greatest guy ever to screw me. In fact, if he hadn’t been my uncle there would certainly have never been a second time. What really made it hot, at least for me, was my Aunt Shari had no idea of how much of a slut I REALLY was. God, if she complained about my bikini and shorts (or lack of them), just imagine what she would say if she knew her husband and son were fucking me behind her back!

We didn’t talk about it anymore and when I was finished I headed back upstairs to get dressed. As a rule, we didn’t dress up for Thanksgiving so I just wore a tight pair of jeans and a school sweatshirt, typical fall wear for mF. The jeans were a pain to get on and I could barely sit down in them but it was worth the effort when I would look in the mirror and see how they made my ass look. As sexy as they looked on me, they were pretty much overshadowed by the baggy oversized sweatshirt. It was so big you couldn’t even tell I wasn’t wearing a bra underneath. Heck, for that matter you could barely tell I had boobs!

Actually, the outfit was a compromise between my mom and me. As usual, I knew she was right to be concerned about my aunt who thought my mother let me get away with murder and how outrageous it was the way she allowed me to dress most of the time. Still, that didn’t stop me from wanting to push her buttons a little bit.

My dad had been waiting the TV in the basement all this time and he turned it off as my mom and I came down the stairs carrying the food. He looked at me and shook his head.

“Wow, being a little conservative today, aren’t we?”

I just rolled my eyes as my mom glared at him. I figure she must have been thinking that he last thing she needed was him egging me on today. Mom was sort of our family “conscious” and typically she kept my dad and I from getting carried away. But even she knew the limits of control she had once my dad and I got going.