Chapter 5

Monday’s lunch found Mom and me sitting across from my exuberant Aunt Paula. She was eager to hear all the details about our weekend, but Mom downplayed it, saying we simply enjoyed spending some time on the beach and just relaxing.

Partway through, Aunt Paula asked, “So, what’s on the plate for tonight? We going out dancing?”

Before Mom could answer, I jumped in. “Sorry, Auntie, but we can’t tonight. You know the head of IT, Mrs. Williams, right? Well, she met with me this morning and has laid out an entire course plan for me to complete for my remote position. I’ll need to fill out a lot of online forms and registrations tonight, and I’ll need Mom’s help. It’ll take up most of the evening. How about we take a rain check and have pizza tomorrow night at our place, instead?”

Her expression saddened, but she managed to force a smile, and replied, “Sure, that sounds good.”

When Mom and I arrived home, we didn’t even make it to the bedroom. She leaned over the back of the couch and lifted her skirt while I moved behind her and pulled down her soaked panties. Shoving my pants and underwear to the floor, I didn’t take time to step out of them, ramming my hard prick into Mom’s hairy pussy.

I slammed into her, relishing the feel of her tight, clinging pussy. It wasn’t a dozen strokes before a loud groan escaped from deep within her as her walls clamped onto my shaft and throbbed while bathing my cock with her juices.

“Jesus, Mom! You’re cumming already!” I exclaimed, slowing my pace after her spasms diminished.

She gasped for breath, pushing back into me, swallowing as much cock as she could.

After recovering, she growled, “Couldn’t help it. So fucking horny. I’ve been thinking about your prick all day. Keep fucking me until you fill me.”

I increased my deep strokes, my balls slapping against her mound with each thrust. She grunted and croaked, “I was so thankful you put Paula off. You don’t really have any forms to fill out, do you?”

I pumped in several times, enjoying sliding effortlessly through her wet canal before answering, “Of course not. She helped me fill them out right there. She’s been really kind and has gone out of her way to help me.”

Mom didn’t reply, moaning and gasping for air, as I hammered her horny hole. I gripped her waist and pulled her back into me with my powerful thrusts, knocking the air out of her, and when her body gave up the fight, and her walls once again contracted around my prick, I emptied my load into her fertile pussy.

With our lust temporarily satiated, we prepared a nice dinner and enjoyed the meal. After I helped Mom clean the kitchen, we retired to my bedroom, as Mom didn’t want to leave a cum spot in their bed. We spent the next three hours rotating between fucking and talking. We finished with a shower fuck and went to our respective rooms afterward, having no problem falling asleep.

Tuesday evening, Paula followed us home in her car, giving Mom and me no free time to enjoy one another. We ordered pizza, and afterward, Mom said, “Why don’t you two take your showers and I’ll clean the kitchen and get the board game set up.”

I headed to my room, already knowing Mom’s plan, but Paula, unknowingly trying to thwart Mom’s plan, said, “I can help you clean, sis.”

“No, I insist. Go,” Mom ordered, in a tone I was sure her little sister had heard and obeyed many times during their childhood.

I heard the spare bedroom door close soon after, her sister following Mom’s instructions.

Mom was seated at the kitchen table when I returned from my shower. Aunt Paula followed shortly after, and said, “Okay, Linda. Your turn. We’ll watch a little TV while we wait for you.”

Mom left, Paula not seeing her smirk and wink. I settled in beside Paula and turned on the news. She was antsy and wanted to say something, so I egged her, “Out with it, Auntie. I can see you want to talk about something.”

She grinned, and asked, “Tell me what you guys did during the weekend. Two rooms?”

Skating around what she really wanted to know, I said, “It was a really nice hotel, and Mom booked us a suite. There was only one bed, a very comfortable king-size one.”

“So, did you help your mother fall asleep?” she asked, her eyes twinkling.

I ran my hands under her baggy sweatshirt and gripped her bare sides. She gasped, but didn’t object or try to move my hands. “I could tell you what you want to hear, but I wonder if I can rely on you to keep a secret. Are you trustworthy, Auntie?”

She quickly replied, “Of course I am, Jimmy. I would never disrespect you.”

“Remember when we talked about my preference in your undergarments?” I asked, hoping she’d take the bait.

“I do remember. If you want to test my truthfulness, you could always verify it,” she murmured, swiping her tongue across her lips, then biting her lower lip, her eyes daring me to accept her invitation.

I ran my right hand up her soft stomach over her rib cage until I cupped one of her perky, bare breasts. It heaved in my hand, as she inhaled deeply. I brushed my thumb over her hard nipple and then kissed her. Her breaths were short and rapid, as I fondled her meaty tit.

I pulled back, and asked, “No bra is a good sign. Did you ditch the thong, as I asked you to?”

She whispered, “Maybe.” Her eyes filled with delightful lust.

While still clutching her breast, my left hand slipped under the elastic waistband of her sweatpants. I spread my fingers out, ventured lower until I discovered her hairy mound. Going lower, I sank two fingers in her soaked slot and strummed her clit with my thumb.

She groaned and mewed, “Oh fuck. You’re so good to your auntie. Are you convinced now that I’ll obey your every wish?”

We kissed again, and unfortunately, before I could give her the relief she wanted, we heard Mom’s door close. I quickly extracted my hands and resumed sitting beside her innocently.

Mom strode in and asked, “Paula, your face is red as a beet. Are you running a fever? You look really warm. Let me feel your temperature.”

She pressed the back of her hand on Auntie’s forehead, like a caring mother would do, left it there for a bit before pulling away. “A little warm, but probably nothing to be concerned about. Want to play a game now?”

Aunt Paula stammered, her voice shaky and low, and replied, “Yes, Linda. That would be fun. I think I’m all right now. These sweats are probably too warm to wear this time of year.”

For the rest of the evening, whenever Paula caught me looking at her, she smiled and slowly ran her tongue across her upper lip. She continued to flirt, giving me a little wink or a gentle tilt of her head. Mom pretended not to notice her sister, but I knew she was chuckling to herself.

When we quit for the night, Mom hugged Paula goodnight and left for her room.

I embraced my aunt and whispered in her ear, “Auntie, do you remember when you said you’d do anything for me?”

“Of course I do, and I meant it. There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you,” she whispered, her eyes pleading for approval.

“Okay, Auntie. I’d like you to abstain until the next time I help you get to sleep,” I said.

Her expression turned puzzled, then she figured it out. “Abstain from what? An orgasm? I can’t masturbate?” she asked, her voice shaky and cracking.

“Exactly, not until I’m with you. Will you do it?” I asked.

Without hesitating, she answered, “If it’s what you want, that’s what I’ll do. You can count on me to obey every wish you desire from me.”

“Thanks, Auntie, and one other thing. I didn’t answer you earlier, but one thing I can tell you about last weekend is that my tongue skills have greatly improved.”

She moaned, said goodnight, and scampered off to her car.

After I entered my room, I dropped my robe and flopped onto my bed, my prick hard and upright. I knew I wouldn’t have to wait long, and sure enough, Mom swept in, straddled me, and sank her juicy pussy onto my stiff prick.

“I thought she’d never leave,” she croaked, rising so just my bloated, shiny head was lodged between her pussy lips, before dropping back down. “We’re going to have to come up with an excuse to cut off the games earlier. We only have like forty minutes. How’d it go with your aunt? From the look on her face when I came down from my shower, it looks like you had a heated discussion with her.”

Mom rode me so hard that she climaxed before I could even answer her, didn’t even pause to recover, and kept sliding her slickened slot up and down my rod. “Fuck, I love your hard cock,” she moaned.

“What I can say is that she’s going to be hurting tonight. She promised me she won’t masturbate until I meet with her on Saturday,” I said, chuckling, and then reached up and grabbed Mom’s mounds.

While moaning, she replied, “I see some cold showers in her immediate future as she’s addicted to her dildo.”

Focusing on her own pleasure, she humped me faster until her pussy convulsed, cumming for the second time. She leaned over, smashing her tits into my chest, and kissed me. “Take over and fuck me until you fill me, sweetie.”

I gripped her ass, held it steady, and thrust into her pussy. While our tongues danced together, I fucked her hard until I erupted, her orgasm commencing on my third pulse. Afterward, her body went limp and melted into mine. “I love lying on you after we’ve fucked. We’re going to do this a lot in the future.”

When she moved forward, my cock slid out of her slick sheath. She rolled off the bed and whispered, “Thanks, Jimmy. Goodnight. See you in the morning.”

My eyes followed her nude body out the door, and I hoped she was correct that eventually we’d be spending our nights together.

The next night, Wednesday, we decided to dine out. We picked up Paula, and when we arrived at the restaurant, Mom asked for a booth. She insisted that Paula and I sit on the other side, so she could look at both of us when talking. Paula was to my left, and I scooted close to her, our legs bumping together.

After we ordered, Mom and Paula began their usual chit-chatting, mostly leaving me out of their conversation. I lowered my hand underneath the table and rested it on Paula’s bare knee, closest to me. She smiled, but kept her focus on Mom.

I ran my hand up her leg, pushing her skirt along the way. I stopped every few inches to squeeze and caress her smooth, warm flesh. When my hand became trapped between her closed legs, she shifted her body, moving her other leg out of the way, providing me access. When I brushed across the silky smooth area at her thigh crease, her voice cracked, her expression becoming strained.

I turned to her and grinned, signaling my approval that she hadn’t worn panties. She returned a nervous smile before turning to Mom again. My fingertips traveled over her hairy mound before drifting lower, across her outer labia. I slowly stroked up and down her engorged lips, her slippery juices coating my fingers.

Her sentences became one-or-two-word replies, as she tried to maintain her normal breathing. Slipping two fingers into her slot, I let them soak, without moving them.

When an involuntary groan escaped her lips, Mom asked, “What’s wrong, sis? Are you feeling okay?”

“I’m fine,” she replied, her voice soft and forced. “Just a long day.”

Seeing my aunt’s discomfort, I directed the attention away from her. “Mom, Mrs. Williams met with me today and is very pleased with the progress we made with applying for my courses.”

Mom’s focus shifted to me as we talked about which online classes I would start with.

Paula relaxed, having the pressure taken off her, but when my thumb began strumming her clit while my fingers slid in and out of her clasping cunt, her expression became worrisome. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, lingering for a few seconds. Between my fingerfucking and the kiss, her face turned beet-red.

Mom looked curiously at me, and I explained, “While we were talking about how well things are going toward my goals, I remembered who began the whole process. I owe a lot to Auntie for connecting with her friend in IT. I just thought I’d thank her for all she’s done.”

“We both want what’s best for you,” Mom said, sincerely. “Sis, you’re not embarrassed by your nephew showing you some gratitude, are you? Your face is really flushed.”

I eased off teasing her clit, allowing her to catch her breath and relax. “Not at all. I guess he just caught me off guard. You know I’d do anything for him, but it wasn’t really that much.”

A server interrupted us, setting our plates in front of us. I withdrew my fingers and traced them along her thigh, leaving a line of pussy juice along the way. I brought my hand up to the table, and when Mom wasn’t looking, I licked off my fingers. I turned to Paula and saw her looking at me, her smile wide and knowing.

Mom insisted we remain for a dessert and then lingered even longer, extending our dinner way past our normal time. By the time we headed home, it was getting late, and Mom told me to drop Paula off at her house. Paula tried to argue that we could spend an hour or so together, but finally yielded to Mom’s demands.

When I stopped in front of her house, I put it in park, went around to her side, and opened her door. Before exiting, Paula asked, “What we doing tomorrow?”

“We’re going to be too busy to do anything,” Mom stated, flatly. “I need to make sure the clothes Bob is taking on his trip are clean, while Jimmy will be doing the yardwork that’s normally done on the weekend. But I think we can dine out on Friday and do some dancing. Are you up for that?”

“Look forward to it,” Paula answered, holding her hand out for me to help her out. When we arrived at her door, she turned to me, and I gripped her waist with my hands. When I gave her a light peck on the lips, she looked over at my shoulder to see if Mom was looking.

“Relax, Mom has never said anything about us being affectionate. See you Friday night. Should be fun,” I said.

“I’m looking forward to it,” she replied, before she opened her door, and went inside.

After I slid back into the car and was on the way home, I remarked, “Nice that you’ve opened tomorrow evening up for some quiet mother-son bonding.”

“Actually, I told the truth. You won’t have time to do any yardwork on the weekend, and there’ll be no sex from now until Saturday.”

That deflated me immediately. I was looking forward to making love to her again. I wondered if she didn’t like the advances I was making on her sister, my aunt Paula. “I’m sorry about messing around with Aunt Paula, Mom. You didn’t like me teasing her tonight, did you?”