Chapter 4

After the family meeting, no one mentioned it again. Erica and Alex went about their business like nothing had happened. They didn’t give a side eye to Blaine for watching. They didn’t sulk. They didn’t complain. They smiled, talked and enjoyed each other’s company.

Scarlet eventually put on a light sarong to wear around the house, but that was probably because her nipples were stiff, and her pussy was dripping after the titty spanking she received. She wasn’t truly embarrassed by that. Scarlet felt it was as natural as a man’s erection to be aroused. She simply didn’t want her sister and nephew to be too uncomfortable on their first day.

Leonard kept to himself and watched some football with his son on television.

Blaine made himself at home and put away his things in their “new room”. Erica’s stuff was still in there. He opened one drawer and found the girl’s frilly panties and sexy bras. He was instantly turned on and had no idea why it thrilled him. She wasn’t wearing them, but the fact that he was alone in her room and could find them thrilled him.

He also noted her dirty laundry contained worn panties. Blaine had an impulse to sniff them and see if he could detect the same musky odor he smelled when the girls were spanked.

Erica walked in on him while he was contemplating. “Sorry, I should have knocked. I am not used to checking to see if someone is in my room,” she smiled apologetically as she entered.

“No problem,” he shrugged.

“Sorry you had to see all that,” Erica blushed. She meant the spanking.

“I’ve never seen anything like that!”

“Don’t sound so overjoyed, my butt is still stinging,” Erica smirked. She was a very well-adjusted teenager and meant nothing by it. She told him she just had to get a few things. He noticed she went into her panties drawer and pulled out a few things. Erica looked at him strangely.

Blaine immediately felt like she must know what he had been thinking about when he discovered her panties. He wondered if some of her things had shifted.

“Why are you staring at me like that?” she asked with a half-laugh. Erica had no inkling that her cousin had been snooping in her drawers.

“I am sorry we are taking your room,” Blaine apologized.

“Don’t be. That was Daddy’s decision, and he was right. My room is big enough for two. I just have to grab a few things, and I’ll be out of your hair,” she said. He noticed she took some folded clothes and then took a small purple dildo from her panties drawer as well. She made no secret that she did, but she also didn’t flaunt it. “I’ll remember to knock next time,” she smiled and exited.

The sleeping arrangements for Gail and her son were not ideal. As an unexpected guest, Gail had to either take her niece’s bed or sleep in the living room. Gail reluctantly agreed with Leonard that an adult should not be made to sleep on a couch or floor, but she also felt guilty that she was putting Erica out.

Sleeping in the same bed as her son, on the other hand, was just as much of a dilemma. Blaine was just a child, but a male child. After what Scarlet had told her about Erica, Gail wasn’t comfortable re-delegating Blaine to the couch and offering to share the bed with her niece instead.

After all the things that Blaine had seen and heard today, she wondered if he would be horny and have an erection.

Gail prided herself on being open-minded. She had befriended her lesbian neighbor. She wanted to understand and accept that her sister had an open relationship of sorts and made her money as a prostitute. At the same time, she had a tremendous desire to hide that sort of thing from her son.

That friend had suggested Gail could pay her rent way with sex when she asked to stay with her. Now, after several hundred miles, Gail was stuck living with her sister’s family, who were open about sex with strangers for money, and that made her incredibly uncomfortable. She wasn’t being asked to have sex with men for money. She doubted she could charge anyone for it anyway. She wasn’t stunning like her sister.

Gail had initially been upset that Leonard had disciplined Erica in front of the whole family. What had made it even worse was that he’d forced his daughter to drop her panties. The spectacle had made Gail take a close look at another girl’s privates.

It had been one thing on top of another for Gail. First, Leonard making his own daughter bare her privates in front of boys. He found it hard to believe that Erica had done it with hardly any protest, as if it were a small thing to be half naked in front of a cousin that she barely knew.

After that, Gail was sure she’d seen moisture between the folds of Erica’s girl parts. She’d looked closely to ensure her eyes weren’t deceiving her, and she was certain that the spanking had at least partly been to blame for her niece’s aroused condition. Erica seemed to glow after she was spanked, like she had enjoyed what had been done to her despite how humiliated she’d looked and claimed to be. She was probably just like Scarlet, Gail surmised.

Finally and most disturbing to Gail, she’d watched, fascinated at how both Erica’s and then Alex’s bodies had reacted to being punished. Gail had found herself wondering what it would have been like to be in Leonard’s position and be the one to administer those punishments. The only way she could deal with her own feelings was to conclude that Erica was a slut, and a slut didn’t care whether they were with a boy or a girl. She could never share a bed with a girl like that. What if Erica was in bed and found Gail attractive? Erica obviously had no moral issue with incest!

She put on her nightgown and wore her panties and bra underneath. She changed when Blaine went to brush his teeth and take a shower.

He wore his clothes back to the room and changed into his underwear. However, he stopped almost immediately when his mother glared at him. “Do you have shorts you can wear?” she asked.

Blaine found a pair of shorts and put those on over his underwear to sleep in. The two had not shared a bed since Blaine was a little boy.

Blaine was clearly growing up and in puberty. He was small, but he had a fairly big bulge in his underwear. Her poor son’s unconscious sleep habits had proven that beyond Gail’s ability to ignore.

It was already warm enough in the bedroom with the small window open that she would have preferred to sleep naked. At bedtime, Blaine reluctantly slipped between the sheets while wearing his shorts. She’d turned the light off before maneuvering herself out of her bra so she could sleep in her tee-shirt and Fruit of the Loom bike-shorts underwear. Now, she had been forced to admit that her son was becoming a young man very much like his cousin Alex.

On the very first night, she’d woken with something prodding her back only to find her son spooned against her with a very healthy erection, and that was something she most certainly didn’t want to be made aware of. Only when she tried to carefully move away from her son’s arousal, did she realize his hand was casually cupping her breast? She’d almost freaked out, and it was pure self-discipline that had enabled her to disengage herself from her son without waking him.

She couldn’t bring herself to wake him up and tell him off. Actually, she wasn’t in any hurry to talk to him about it at all because that would have meant acknowledging the fact that her son was old enough to GET an erection. Gail considered putting on a sweater, and jeans before climbing back into bed, but she knew Blaine would ask about that when he woke up. Then she’d have to tell him that she could feel his boner through her nightgown. He was a smart kid and wouldn’t believe that she just felt like sleeping fully dressed.

A small part of Gail was tempted to fold back the covers and see just how big his cock really was. It felt like it was nine inches long against her back. Gail mentally chastised herself for even wondering. She sighed and slid back into bed without dressing further, but she did cling to the edge of the bed, leaving as much room for her son as she could.

The next morning, she woke up once again in Blaise’s embrace, right on the edge of her side of the bed. This time, though, she didn’t react. She didn’t want to embarrass her son or draw attention to the fact that he was innocently holding her nipple between his thumb and forefinger right up under her tee shirt. Her nipple was rock hard from the attention, as much as Blaine’s morning wood between her butt cheeks.

She decided right then and there that she needed to speak to Leonard. Maybe he would loan her some of that money he’d spoken about to pay for a hotel? Maybe he could install something to separate the small bed into two halves, at least? The only thing was that by talking to Leonard, she’d be beholden to him, and she would have to admit WHY she wanted his help, and he’d most likely laugh. That and her son had caused her to feel things inside that a mother should never feel when waking up next to her son. She really felt caught between a rock and a hard place. As she slipped out of bed, she changed her mind. She’d just sleep on the other side of her son the next night.

She didn’t want to tell Leonard WHY she was uncomfortable, and she knew that he’d ask.

Gail left the bed and grabbed a fresh bra, tee shirt, panties, and shorts, then found herself with another choice to make. She could hear movement outside her bedroom, but it was probably just Scarlet. Yet maybe it was Leonard or even Alex. On this side of the door, her son was sleeping three feet away from her. She needed to get dressed, but Leonard or Alex might see her in her underwear and braless, or her son might catch her getting dressed. She made her choice and stripped as quietly as she could so Blaine wouldn’t wake up.

She felt desperate times called for desperate measures. It wasn’t an ideal situation, but she had to change clothes, and she felt it would only be for an instant while her son was asleep.

Blaine was awake. From beneath barely open eyes, he watched his mom with her clothes in her hand, hesitating in front of the bedroom door. Her back was to him, but she looked over her shoulder at him. He was sure she thought he was still asleep, so he didn’t move a muscle. He was lying on his side and really didn’t WANT to move a muscle. His fingers were now wrapped around his erection instead of her nipple. He just wanted his mom to leave so he could rub one out to the memory of how her tit had felt in his young hand. He’d felt a real live boob, even if it was his mom’s! Added to that, she was in her underwear, and her legs and especially her tightly encased butt looked awesome!

Blaine didn’t want to have these thoughts. He was horny. He would have felt really guilty if he knew that his mother had realized he touched her boob. He assumed since she wasn’t yelling at him, that she had no idea.

The teenage boy didn’t have any thoughts about what he’d do with his cum once his mom left the bedroom to get dressed, but he figured he’d cross that bridge AFTER he came. But then his mom started taking her things off! Right in front of him! She didn’t really bend over to take off her underwear, but she shimmied in such a way that it was beyond his ability to cope. He’d spent a day watching his aunt prance around naked, and he’d witnessed his cousin bottomless. He knew he had to cum, but he wasn’t prepared for the load that shot out his dick the moment his mom shimmied!

He groaned in blissful relief even though he tried to be quiet. He just spoiled his cousin’s bed sheets. Gail’s head spun around like she’d been goosed, her panties tangled at her ankles. When he opened his eyes again, he saw his mom staring at him in disbelief as if HER had been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

“G’morning Mom,” he eventually managed to sigh, hoping his mom would think he’d just woken up and not somehow know he’d just splooged all over himself. Gail instantly knew what had happened. She wasn’t a fool.

“Roll over!” Gail hissed, only seeing him awake and completely missing the fact that he was still jerking and twitching under the sheet.

“Moooom. I didn’t see anything,” he complained. He assumed she must not have realized he had just shot his load into the sheets. He immediately rolled over to face away, while deftly avoiding the wet spot he had just left in the sheets.

“I thought you were going to join Aunt Scarlet and be naked today,” he couldn’t keep the smirk out of his voice. He absolutely knew hell would freeze over first. He was just trying to add some levity.

“I am not like those sluts!” Gail raged before realizing what she’d just said. “I mean, have some decency! I’m getting dressed! I should spank your bottom for looking at me! That’s rude and totally unacceptable.” She added to justify her anger even while feeling silly for suggesting such a thing. She knew it wasn’t Blaine’s fault that he chose that moment to wake up. She didn’t want to even address the fact that he had just ejaculated.

“I thought you said people who spank their kids should be shot?” Blaine laughed to himself, relieved that he hadn’t been caught. He had been caught though. His mom just didn’t want to confront him about the mess he made in their sheets.

“I changed my mind. Your uncle has a point, although he is taking things to unnecessary extremes. Okay, you can turn around again,” Gail announced a few seconds later. She had pulled her clean panties and shorts on even though she was still braless and very aware of the fact. It felt to her that her son’s eyes zeroed in on her breasts once he’d rolled back over.

She hadn’t intentionally let her son see her tits. She didn’t have much up top and simply hadn’t registered any sense of urgency about hiding them. She immediately regretted not putting on a top first but tried to act like she intended to be topless.

“Mom, I gotta pee. How long are you going to be?” Blaine asked, ignoring her remarks. He felt like he’d drained a gallon jug of cum on himself and the sheets. It was beginning to feel disgusting, and he really could go pee anyway.

His question caused her eyes to drop down to his hip, and she realized there was a spot of discoloration appearing on the sheet. She assumed her son had peed when he came. “Oh, Blaine! You didn’t! You’re too old to wet the bed! Go!”

Blaine didn’t argue. Cupping his crotch to hide the wet patch, he scrambled out of the bed and, with a single stride, crossed the room to the door. Gail noticed his underwear was wet, and some of the moisture had already transferred to the sheet. She wasn’t sure if it was entirely his fault. He was a teenage boy after all. She wasn’t flattered that he had ejaculated in her presence. Any bare butt might have triggered his hormonal emissions. She was simply disturbed by the mess he left.