Chapter 4: Our Moms Play Together

As if reading my mind, Kristen nodded her head towards our moms. “I made a deal with my mom that if I could get your dad to surprise you with his dick in your mouth that she would make out with your mom for us. I mean, when was the last time we got to see them do that?”

She was right, it HAD been ages. Come to think of it, it was probably four years ago on this very date since I’d seen just the two of them together without someone else being in between them (like me). My mom and Aunt Linda had played with each other since they were barely teens (or not quite as in Linda’s case) and from what my dad told me, they kept pretty busy with one another throughout their teen years. What he remembered most was they loved to include him as well and I could see the look in his eyes as he would tell me about how they would put on a show for him and his younger brother when they were all in high school.

Now that they were older and more “mature”, they seemed to keep things more private between them. In fact, my mom rarely even mentioned doing anything with her sister although I had a pretty good idea they still did it quite regularly, if more privately.

Which brings to mind one of my gripes. It gets frustrating at times when people seem to think just because various members of a family have sex that it’s all one big gang-bang and everyone knows what everyone else is doing. It’s not like we hide things from one another, but there is an element of personal privacy that we all respect. Although I knew my mom and aunt enjoyed one another at times, I never pushed my mom to talk about it nor did I ever try to barge in on them and force my way together with them. So just because I can’t tell a lot about what they do together doesn’t mean they are secretive or trying to hide anything. It’s just something personal between them, sort of the same way my parents treat sex between the two of them.

OK, so back from my rant ... I was saying all that just so people reading this realize what a special thing it was for me and Kristen to see our mom’s making out like two teenagers in the backseat of a car. They were on the chaise lounge chair, sitting side by side kissing one another. They were still dressed (if you can call wearing those bikinis being dressed) but I had serious doubts that it would be the case for long.

“Looks like my mom didn’t have to do much to convince your mom either,” Kristen whispered to me as we sat next to one another on the edge of the hot tub.

The tub water felt good but it was too hot to stay in for too long so we’d gotten out and taken a seat along the outside edge. With the main pump turned off it was a lot quieter now, making it possible for us to whisper so we wouldn’t interrupt our mothers. My dad was obviously pretty turned on by the two of them kissing as well as he pulled up one of the chairs and took a front row seat to the exhibition. He stayed naked and slowly stroked his dick as he watched his wife and sister-in-law. His dick was pretty limp after having just cum in my mouth but I was pretty sure THAT condition would change pretty soon. Like, what could be hotter for him to watch than his wife playing with her own sister?

In a way it seemed a little weird to watch two women in their forties kissing and touching one another. I’m not sure why, it just did. Maybe it was because it just wasn’t something I saw very often, not even in my dad’s porn collection. My pussy was tingling as I watched my mom’s hand caressing her sister’s boobs through her bikini top, making her nipples poke through. Aunt Linda seemed more interested in my mom’s crotch than her boobs, putting her hand between my mom’s legs which she’d spread slightly for her sister’s convenience.

“They’re pretty hot together, aren’t they,” Kristen whispered to me. I noticed her hand was between her legs again and I started to rub myself as well. The taste of my dad’s cum was still thick in my mouth and my pussy was even wetter than it had been in the hot tub!

By now my mom had Aunt Linda’s top off, exposing her firm breasts and allowing her to fondle them and squeeze her nipples between her fingertips. Linda’s boobs were smaller than my mom’s but thanks to a lift a little while back they were as firm as a woman’s half her age. She had decided to just take out the sag and not “enhance” them which I knew pleased my dad as he loved the natural feel.

Our moms were still kissing, their tongues visible now and then as they tasted one another. My aunt had my mom’s bikini bottom pulled to one side so her thick pussy hair was showing, her finger pushing inside my mom’s pussy as far as she could shove it in. I could tell from the way my mom’s hips were moving in sync with Aunt Linda’s finger that she was loving it.

My own finger was threatening to penetrate my pussy as I watched what was happening just a few feet away. God they looked so hot together! It was killing me how slow and deliberate they were taking things, as if they know we were watching and wanted to tease us like a pole dancer taking her time on a strip club stage. Of course, they DID know we were watching and I wouldn’t put it past the two of them to do just that - take their time to drive the rest of us crazy.

My mom moaned, the first sound I’d heard from her, as Aunt Linda used her thumb to rub her clit as her finger was up inside her pussy. With all the hair she had, it was hard to see just what my aunt was doing to her but it must have been pretty good from the way my mom was reacting. I guess it goes without saying when two women have been doing each other for almost thirty years that they would have a pretty good idea what to do to get the other one off!

My aunt must have wanted more than just to finger my mom. It was like they had some sort of psychic connection as without a word or any signal I could detect, my mom laid back on the chaise lounge chair, pulling her bottom off as my Aunt took hers off as well, followed closely by the rest of their clothes, leaving the two of them naked.

Damn, if I looked just half as good as them twenty years from now I’ll feel lucky! My aunt especially had preserved her shape. My mom’s larger D-cups were starting to show the effects of gravity and sagged a little bit without a bra to hold them up. Still, nobody would have complained, I am sure! Each of them had kept their stomachs flat and their legs trim. Although I would NEVER tell her this, my mom’s ass was little bigger than my aunts but then judging from the family album, that had always been the case.