Chapter 2

A short while later that morning, Tom's Mother made her way out the door for work. She was wearing a frumpy, loose blouse buttoned all the way up and a large skirt that reached her ankles. Despite the killer body that Tom knew she had, nearly every bit of it was obscured by voluminous fabric. Tom shook his head in resignation, this being the usual way she dressed herself for work, and silently thought to himself that this was no different than someone displaying the Mona Lisa wrapped in a garbage bag. His Mother was a beautiful woman, and Tom just couldn't understand why she took such pains to conceal it from the world.

Just as Tom was once again resigning himself to the inescapable reality of his Mother's frumpish fashion sense, his eyes were treated to the sight of his Mom slinking out of the bathroom in a skin tight mini-skirt and high heels. It took him a second to remind himself that he wasn't really looking at his Mother. That his Mother had in fact just walked out the front door a few moments earlier on her way to work. The woman coming down the hall with the grace of a dancer was his Mother's identical twin, his Aunt Jane.

She looked incredible. Her long, elegant legs were striding confidently in the open, with her balance perched on six inch heels. Her round, feminine hips were molded by a short, black skirt that inched slowly up her thighs as she walked. Her magnificent breasts were cupped, lifted and squeezed together by a snug, elegant top with provocatively low cleavage. And her makeup was applied immaculately, with all the right tones and shades applied in perfect amounts. Just enough to accent her natural beauty without going too far.

Tom watched his Aunt in awe. The mere sight of her gave him an instant erection. Tom was suddenly very glad that he was still sitting at the kitchen table, finishing his breakfast. Otherwise she might have seen the effect she was provoking. Tom allowed himself to envision his sexily dressed Aunt Jane as his Mother, just for a moment, and then felt somewhat guilty when his erection thrust upward all the more strongly because of it. He realized that if his Mother were to dress like that around him, he'd have to jerk himself off a dozen times a day just to keep his sanity intact.

As his Aunt drew near the table, Tom turned his gaze back to his plate and tried his best to continue eating as though nothing were out of the ordinary. She sat down across from him, and began eating the breakfast that his Mother had left out for her. They both chewed their food in polite silence for several minutes before his Aunt decided to make the first move toward a conversation.

"What do you think about my outfit, Tom? I'm going for a job interview later this morning and I wanted to be sure to make an impression." She asked as she bit the end off a piece of sausage.

"You look fine." Tom mumbled, keeping his eyes glued to his plate.

"Just fine?" She replied, sounding slightly wounded.

"Well, more than fine. You look great, Aunt Jane." Tom ventured with more enthusiasm. He realized that his Aunt might be hungry for positive feedback due to the ordeal of rejoining society after all these years.

"You're sure? You're not just saying that to be polite, are you?" His Aunt asked with genuine concern.

"Aunt Jane, trust me, if you go to a job interview looking like you do right now, they'll practically give you the company on a silver platter. At least if the one who interviews you is a man." Tom answered, and then regretted that last part as soon as it left his lips. He waited with apprehension for the few seconds it took for her to respond.

"What do you mean, Tom? What would him being a man have to do with it?" She asked with a smile curling the edges of her red lips.

"Um, it's just that... well, what I meant is... uh, you look good. You know, sexy." Tom answered nervously, with the last word being almost a whisper.

"Really, Tom? You think I look sexy?" His Aunt Jane asked with a huskiness entering her voice.

"Yeah, sure. I mean, anyone would." Tom answered with apprehension. He wasn't sure whether to be afraid for saying something wrong, or to press the issue and be more bold with her. She was his Aunt, after all.

"But Tom, I look just like your Mom. I may dress a lot better than she does, but our bodies look the same underneath. Do you think your Mom looks sexy too?" His Aunt asked, openly toying with him now.

"Uh, no... I mean, she's pretty and all, but I don't think she's sexy like a girl." Tom answered, desperately trying to salvage the situation.

"Oh, well then you must not really think I'm sexy either. We're identical twins, Tom. If you think one of us is ugly, then you must think both of us are." His Aunt Jane played on his sympathy, putting on a face of mock hurt.

"No, that's not what I meant!" Tom grasped for words desperately, not wanting to hurt his beautiful, fragile Aunt. "I don't think you're ugly... either of you! You really do look sexy, Aunt Jane."

"Really, Tom? I'm flattered that you think so. But that also means you think your Mom is sexy, right?" She asked, not willing to give up so easily.

"Yeah, sure. I think Mom's sexy too." Tom answered, finally giving in to appease his Aunt.

"Do you touch yourself when you think about your Mom?" Jane asked as she leaned forward on her elbows, accenting her deep, revealing neckline.

"What?" Tom asked in horror, his mind spinning in several directions at once, wondering how his Aunt could have possibly found out about his obsession with his Mother. "What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, little man. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone if you do. I can keep all sorts of secrets. Now, do you touch yourself while thinking about your Mom?" She asked patiently.

Feeling drawn in by her soft voice and conspiratorial manner, Tom decided that it would be all right to share his secret with her. Besides, she seemed to be playing some kind of sexy game with him anyway, what could it hurt? And maybe, just maybe, it might lead to something really naughty and fun if he played along. Tom decided to go for broke and trust his Aunt.

"Yeah, I do sometimes. I think she's really beautiful. I have for a long time." Tom confided.

Jane's smile broadened and her shoulders relaxed as she leaned in closer, her breasts seemingly in danger of spilling from her tight top. "I thought you might. You know, it's actually very normal for young boys to fantasize about their Mothers. It's healthy, Tom."

"Really?" Tom asked incredulously. "Lot's of people do it?"

"Absolutely. Oh sure, most Mothers don't know about it, and it would probably bother them if they found out, but it's really very common. People are just too embarrassed to talk about it." His Aunt Jane informed him.

"Wow, I mean, I was starting to think I was some kind of a freak or something. Because I do it a lot. I mean, sometimes I jerk off four or five times a day because she turns me on so much." Tom gushed, now that he felt more comfortable.

His Aunt Jane's eyebrows rose in moderate surprise, "Really, Tom? You're able to ejaculate that many times in a day?"

Tom snickered at her use of formal terms, "Yeah, it depends how turned-on I am, but I can usually cum several times during the day. Especially when I'm on Summer Vacation, like I am now, and have the house to myself." Tom revealed.

"I had no idea young boys were so... excitable." Jane mused with a look of blatant desire on her face.

"I'm not all that young." Tom responded in a somewhat defensive manner.

"No, of course not. I'm sorry, Tom. You are practically a grown man now. A very handsome one at that." His Aunt Jane responded.

"You really think so?" Tom asked with a flush creeping up his cheeks.

"Oh yes, definitely. In fact, you look quite a bit like your Father did at that age. Except your hair is lighter than his, but otherwise, I could be looking at an old photo of him. And I'm sure you know how well he did with the ladies. That alone should tell you something about your looks." Jane informed him.

"What do you mean?" Tom asked, slightly confused. "Mom said she was Dad's first love, and she never mentioned anything about him having lots of girlfriends or anything."

"Oh really?" Jane asked with a smile playing across her lips. "Well, I'm afraid your Mother has been putting those rose colored glasses of her's on again. Either that, or she just didn't think you were old enough to hear about such details of your Father's life."

"I'm old enough. Tell me about him." Tom asked eagerly.

Jane leaned back in her seat, took a deep breath that caused her breasts to swell enticingly upward, and smiled as she began to mentally leaf through her memories of Tom's dad. Her eyes were a bit unfocused, and her cheeks flushed as she began to list the qualities that stood out most prominently in her mind.

"Well, let's see. Your Father was a very handsome man. And more than that, he was also very sweet-natured and charming. He was the kind of fellow who could make a woman fall in love with him just by looking at her the right way. He was a very exciting person to be around." Jane mused.

"Did lot's of women love him? You know, women other than Mom?" Tom asked, eagerly seeking to draw a favorable picture of his dad in his mind.

"Oh heaven's, yes!" His Aunt exclaimed with amusement. "I can't believe someone hasn't told you about him before now. Tom, your Father was quite the lady's man. In fact, if I'm not mistaken, he had more girlfriends than he knew what to do with for most of his life, starting from when he was around your age."

"Really?" Tom asked in amazement. "Even when he was as young as I am?"

"Yes, hon. Even when he was your age. In fact, I'm a little surprised you don't have a girl on each arm yet. You're just as handsome as your Father." His Aunt Jane complimented, while letting her eyes roam lazily over his young frame.

"I don't know, some girls have said they think I'm cute, but most of them seem like little kids to me. Even though we're the same age and everything. More than anything, I find myself thinking about... ," Tom trailed off at the end, as though he suddenly realized what he was about to say out loud.

"Go on, Tom." His Aunt reassured him, as she reached out and placed her warm hand over his own. "Anything you tell me stays between us. I promise."

"Well, okay. What I meant to say is, more than anything, I find myself thinking about Mom. It's almost like I'm obsessed or something. Every time I'm around her, I get boners that I can't control. I even had to stop sitting in the front seat when she drives me places, because I didn't want her to see me getting hard all the time. I started sitting in the back seat, and told her it was more comfortable for me that way because my legs are getting so much longer now that I'm taller." Tom revealed with embarrassment written on his face.

"Oh, you poor thing!" His Aunt Jane cooed warmly, as she gripped his hand more tightly with her own. "You must be going absolutely crazy with all these urges you can't tell people about. Has it been more difficult for you with my being here, and the way I dress? You know, since I look so much like your Mom?" She finished with concern.

"Well, I've been getting hard even more than I used to, and it is sort of driving me nuts, but in a good way, not a bad way. What I mean to say is, I like it! Sometimes, I even pretend that you're my Mom when you dress sexy like that. It seems to help me. I get so frustrated with how Mom dresses sometimes. If anything, I think she drives me as crazy as she does because she never shows anything. All I get are little glimpses of her butt's shape though a robe or something. I spend all my time trying to imagine what she looks like underneath." Tom told his Aunt.

"You know, Tom? That actually makes sense to me. I've been through a lot of therapy over the years, and one of the things I've learned is that we tend to crave those things we're denied. It's that whole 'Forbidden Fruit' thing. It's normal for a young man to have a sexual interest in his Mother, but most boys get it out of their system by spying on their Mom while she gets dressed or catching glimpses of her body in other ways. But with your Mom, you can't do that, because she's always covered from head to toe like some kind of Quaker. It's impossible for you to satisfy your natural curiosity about her body, so what started as an innocent urge has become a borderline obsession because of how strongly it's been denied." His Aunt Jane spelled out, proud of her psychological reasoning.

"Yeah, that sounds about right. I mean, if I could just see her naked once and for all, I'd probably get her out of my system. I wouldn't spend all my time thinking about what she might look like, because I'd know!" Tom exclaimed.

"Exactly! And then you could move on with your life and develop a healthy interest in girls your own age." Jane finished proudly.

"Yeah, too bad it'll never happen, though." Tom finished with a sigh, as he slumped back in his seat. "Mom would never let me see her naked."

His Aunt Jane bit her bottom lip and thought quickly for a few moments. Then, after arriving at a silent decision, she sat up straight in her chair and looked Tom in the eyes.

"Thomas? I know your Mom would never do it for you, but she and I are twins, remember? I look just like her, and I'm certainly more open-minded than she is. If you think it will help you, I'd be willing to let you see me without my clothes on, hon." She finished, not entirely sure if she was doing the right thing or not.

"You mean it?" Tom asked with his cock standing at attention beneath the table. "You'd really let me see you naked?"

"Yes, Tom." His Aunt Jane responded more confidently. "If it will help you get beyond this obsession of your's, and let you lead a more normal life, I'm willing to do it."

"Oh wow... ," Tom exhaled. "Yeah... I mean, yes! Of course I think it would help me. Can we do it right now?" Tom asked excitedly.

"Of course, hon. Come on, let's go to your Mom's room for more privacy." She replied, feeling flattered by Tom's eagerness.

As the two walked down the hallway, hand in hand, Tom's Aunt Jane revealed more of her plan. Tom watched her from the corner of his eye, wondering if part of her willingness to do this for him was related to her mental instability, and at the same time, not caring. If his Aunt being a little crazy helped him get to see a grown woman naked, then it was all aces in his book.

"Another thing I found really helpful during my therapy sessions was a technique called 'Roleplaying', Tom." His Aunt related.

"Really? What's that mean?" Tom asked.

"Well, what it basically means is that the patient and therapist, or in this case you and I, act out certain roles, like actors in a play, in order to help the healing process. For instance, if a person had a lot of things they wanted to express to a parent whom had already died, the therapist might play the role of that parent so the patient could say everything they needed to. Now, I know your Mom isn't dead or anything like that, but she's still unable to participate in your healing process. So I thought it might be helpful if I pretend to be your Mother while I'm helping you get over your obsession with her. Do you think you'd be comfortable with that?" His Aunt Jane finished with a warm smile.

"Yeah, sure. I'm willing to try anything you think might help." Tom answered, while secretly being sexually thrilled by the notion.

"Good for you, Tom. I'm glad to see you're so open to trying anything that might work. It really does help the healing process when a person doesn't resist or pull back from the treatment." Jane explained to him.