Chapter 1

Tom sat nervously on the living room loveseat, and tried to not appear too obvious as he watched his Aunt. She had her back turned to him as she busied herself with the task of folding up the blankets she had used the night before. She had a round, firm bottom which was perfectly molded and barely concealed by the hem of a short, silk robe. Beneath the fabric's trailing boundary stretched her firmly toned thighs and slender, bare legs. A sight which caused Tom's cock to stir uncomfortably as he gazed at her.

Tom's Aunt Jane had slept on the large, leather couch for the first time last night, and as far as he knew, she might be doing it again for the next several nights. She had just been released from a psychiatric hospital for unspecified "Emotional Problems". And she needed a place to stay while she tried to get back on her feet in normal society. That's as much as his Mother had told him, and she seemed unwilling to divulge more. Tom chalked it up to being another one of those adult matters that he simply wasn't privy to and dismissed it from his mind. However, as far as he could tell from the small amount of time they'd spent together so far, Aunt Jane seemed like a normal, healthy woman in her mid-thirties. The only truly strange thing about her presence so far was getting used to the fact that she was the spitting-image of his own Mother. You see, the two sisters were identical twins.

This fact was punctuated when his Mother entered the living room a few seconds later, covered from neck to ankles in one of her flannel nightgowns, as usual. They were like two teacups in a set, perfect physical reflections of one another. The only difference seemed to lay in their personalities. For while his Aunt Jane seemed to enjoy tight, revealing clothing that sometimes bordered on scandalous, his Mother always covered herself as much as possible, as though she were somehow ashamed of her physical beauty.

Tom had always found his Mother attractive, going as far back as he could remember. And now that he was entering the full prime of puberty at the age of 14, it was becoming a source of immense frustration. Especially since he couldn't get so much as a glimpse of his Mother's sexy body due to her conservative dressing habits. That's why Tom's Aunt was such a source of fascination for him, not only was she a beautiful woman in her own right, but the fact that she looked just like his Mother and dressed very provocatively at times allowed him to get an idea of what his own Mother must look like beneath her prudish garments.

In fact, Tom was enjoying the opportunity so much that he tried to ignore his Mother's presence for a few moments, in order to preserve the fantasy of his Aunt's bare legs actually belonging to his Mom. But he felt embarrassed when his cock started to swell down the leg of his pants, and he quickly looked away to help cool himself off.

"Thomas?" His Mother addressed him drowsily as she walked through the living room.

"Yeah, Mom?" Tom answered while trying not to look directly at her.

"I need your bigness, hon." She replied casually.

Tom's face went red for a moment, before he stood up and followed his Mother into the kitchen. You see, at the age of 14, Tom was already taller than his Mother by quite a bit. She was a petite woman and had trouble reaching anything in the upper cabinets of the kitchen. So whenever she needed Tom to use his extra height to help her reach something, she would innocently request the use of his "bigness". As near as Tom could tell, she simply had no idea that the phrase could be taken in a sexual context. But every time she said it, it sounded to Tom like she was asking for the services of his cock.