Chapter 3

Tom couldn't believe his good fortune. It was only yesterday that he'd been a frustrated virgin, constantly tortured by the presence of his beautiful, yet unattainable Mother. And now, not only was he no longer frustrated, he also wasn't a complete virgin anymore. It was all thanks to his beautiful Aunt Jane. His Mother's identical twin sister.

Following their roleplaying session that morning, Aunt Jane had been forced to cut the fun and games a bit short, or else risk missing her job interview. She'd had just enough time to clean herself up and get back into her normal clothes before heading out the door. Tom was then left alone in the house for the rest of the morning, since he was on Summer vacation. He spent the time happily reflecting on the possibilities of his crazy Aunt's presence in the house.

Tom was convinced that his Aunt was completely off her rocker. What other explanation could there be? He'd certainly read his share of porn stories on the Internet, with the incest variety being his favorite. But things like that just didn't happen in real life. At least not as far as Tom could tell.

He knew that his Aunt Jane had been living under psychiatric care since before he was born, which came out to at least fourteen years, since that's how old Tom was. But no one in the family had ever told him why she was committed, or even whether it was voluntary or not. In fact, when his Mother had told him her sister suffered from some kind of "Emotional Problems", it was the most detailed explanation he'd ever heard.

Tom had just assumed that his Aunt was a raving loon of some kind, but when he'd met her upon her recent release, he'd been pleasantly surprised to encounter a seemingly normal, attractive woman. She didn't howl at the moon, eat crayons for breakfast, or even screech like a spotted owl. For all intents and purposes, she was a normal, middle-aged woman. At least that's what he'd thought until his little experience that morning.

Now Tom was finally starting to realize why his Aunt had been tossed in the booby hatch to begin with. She might seem like a normal, pleasant individual on the surface, but deep down inside she didn't make decisions like other people did. She was different, Tom knew that now. And even though a tiny voice inside him cried out against him using that difference to his advantage, his teenage lust, which represented a much louder voice, effectively drowned it out.

His Aunt being crazy meant that Tom finally got to have sex. And even better than that, he got to have sex with a woman who not only looked like his Mother, but she was also willing to pretend to be his Mother. To Tom's fourteen year old mind, that was utopia, plain and simple. Now all he had to worry about was keeping his real Mom from finding out. Which Tom didn't think would be too much of a problem, since his Mom seemed completely oblivious to anything remotely connected with sex. Heck, he could probably screw his Aunt right in front of his Mom and pass it off as the Heimlich maneuver. The woman was clueless.

Tom spent the rest of the morning and afternoon watching television. His cock got hard from time to time, as he thought about what he and his Aunt had done that morning, but he restrained himself from masturbating so that he could save all his energy for his new 'Mommy'. To his disappointment, his Aunt Jane didn't return following her interview. He'd expected her to be back within an hour or two, yet after a good four hours had gone by, she still hadn't come home. Tom started to worry that she might have gotten lost in the city, or had some kind of weird breakdown.

When Tom's Mom got home from work, his Aunt still hadn't shown up. His Mom was dressed in the same frumpish attire that she'd left in that morning and seemed distracted with thoughts of the office. In fact, it took her several minutes to realize that her sister wasn't in the house. But when she did, she turned to Tom asked him if she'd gone out.

"Thomas? Where's your Aunt Jane?" His Mom asked from the kitchen, a tinge of concern in her voice.

"Um, I'm not sure, Mom. She left for that job interview this morning, and I haven't seen her since." Tom replied nervously. He was starting to fear that his sexual encounter with his Aunt had caused her to freak out in some way after she'd left. He didn't want his Mom to know that he'd taken advantage of her crazy sister.

"Really? That's kind of odd. Well, maybe she just decided to spend the day exploring the city... or hey, maybe she got the job and they put her to work right away. Let's give her the benefit of the doubt before we call anyone. Her psychiatrist said she was ready to get back out into the world, so until she proves otherwise, I'm going to trust her." His Mom explained.

"You know, Mom? I've been meaning to ask you about Aunt Jane. I mean, what exactly was wrong with her anyway? Why did she have to be in the hospital for so long?" Tom asked, fishing for more details.

"Well, hon. It's complicated. And I'd really rather not go into details about it, but I will tell you this much." His Mother hemmed. "Your Aunt Jane used to have trouble controlling her... well, her emotions. And it even got her into trouble a few times. Our Father thought it would be best if she got help sooner rather than later, so he had her committed under psychiatric care. She's been there for a long time now, but the doctor says that she's better, so hopefully there won't be any more problems." His Mom finished.

"Well, what kind of trouble did Aunt Jane get into?" Tom asked, still mystified by his Mother's double-talk and vague manner.

"I'll tell you what, Tom. When you get older, I promise I'll go into more detail, okay? But for now, let's just leave it at that." His Mom avoided his query with a look that brooked no more questions.

"Yes, Ma'am." Tom relented sullenly. "What's for dinner anyway?"

"Spaghetti, hon." She replied, happy to be returning to a safe subject. "Oh, which reminds me. I need your bigness, Thomas." She asked, innocent as always.

"Coming, Mom." Tom hopped off the couch with a sly grin and images of his half nude Aunt dancing in his mind.

Later that evening, while Tom and his Mother were halfway through eating dinner, his Aunt Jane finally came through the front door. To Tom's immense relief, she seemed calm, collected and in full possession of her faculties. She was dressed in the same revealing skirt, snug blouse and six inch heels she'd departed in that morning, and looked just as ravishing as always. Tom could feel his cock stirring back to life beneath the kitchen table, and for the first time in his life, didn't feel completely guilty because of it.

"Hi, Aunt Jane!" Tom exclaimed happily. "Where have you been all day?"

"Did you miss me?" His Aunt Jane queried with a sultry wink that only Tom noticed. "Well, I didn't get the first job I interviewed for, so I decided to get a copy of the paper and hit the streets. I was determined to find some kind of employment by the end of the day so I wouldn't become a burden on my family."

"Oh, that wasn't necessary, Jane!" Tom's Mom exclaimed with concern. "I know it might be difficult for you to find work because of your lack of experience, but that's no reason for you to walk yourself to death. I understand, hon. And I want you to know that you can take all the time you need."

"That's sweet of you to say, hon. But you know what? Walking myself to death actually paid off. I found a job this evening!" Jane exclaimed happily.

"Really?" Tom's Mom asked. "What kind of work did you find, Jane?"

"Well, it's just an entry-level position, but it's with a local law firm. I'll be working as a secretary for one of their lawyers." Jane announced proudly.

"Oh, that's wonderful, Jane!" Tom's Mom proclaimed. "I'm so proud of you!"

Tom found himself slightly confused. Tom's Mom was a successful defense attorney, whom had been working the courts for over seven years. She had a prominent, lucrative position with one of the other law firms in the city. So if Tom's Aunt Jane was qualified to be a lawyer's secretary, why hadn't his Mom offered her a job at her own firm? Tom decided to find out.

"Mom, couldn't Aunt Jane have gotten a job at your law firm doing the same stuff?" Tom asked in confusion.

"Well, yes, that's true, Tom. But your Aunt Jane and I decided it would be best for the two of us to work for different companies. We thought it might be confusing for people, since we look so much alike, and plus, your Aunt Jane is just starting out so... ," Tom's Mother trailed off, slightly embarrassed.

Tom could fill in the blanks all by himself. The real reason his Mom didn't want her sister working in the same office, is because this was her first time trying to live in the outside world. His Mother expected her to fail, and she didn't want her to screw up her own precious law career in the process. Tom's Mother was ashamed of Jane, and didn't want her anywhere near her place of work.

"I see." Tom replied curtly.

"Well, good. I guess we have a little celebrating to do. Tom, why don't you get that bottle of wine from the fridge and we'll make a toast." His Mother changed the subject and moved to get three wine glasses.

Tom glanced over and saw a look of anger and resentment flash through his Aunt's eyes as she watched her sister rise from her chair. Tom didn't blame her for being angry with his Mom. He felt angry with her too, and he especially didn't like the way she'd made his Aunt Jane feel by not letting her work in the same office with her. Tom could just imagine how humiliated Jane must have felt when his Mom had decided upon their "mutual agreement". He almost ground his teeth at the thought of someone hurting his beautiful Aunt Jane, even if it was his own Mother.

Tom fetched the bottle of wine, uncorked it for his Mom, and poured a small amount into each waiting wine glass. Tom wasn't often allowed to taste wine, but his Mom didn't seem to mind if he took part in a toast on special occasions. So all three of them raised their glass and listened as his Mom offered a few words of what she considered to be encouragement for her newly employed sister.

"Jane, we're both very proud of you, and we hope you do well with your new job. Just remember to keep your emotions in check, and if you do start to have any kind of problem, call me as soon as possible so I can help you sort things out. I'm always here for you." Tom's Mom recited.

"Thanks, sis. I appreciate it." His Aunt Jane replied with her best fake smile. All three took a sip from their wine and then took turns giving each other hugs.

"Mom, I've been thinking, and I decided that since Aunt Jane is our guest, she should really have someplace more comfortable to sleep than the couch. So how about we let her sleep in my room, and I'll just camp out on the living room couch while she's here. Okay?" Tom asked, wishing to do something nice for his Aunt.

"That's very mature of you, Thomas!" His Mom praised. "I think that's a wonderful idea. Jane, what do you think?"

"Well, thank you, Tom." His Aunt Jane replied warmly. "That couch was a bit uncomfortable for me. But are you sure you'll be okay sleeping on it? You're taller than I am." She asked, concerned.

"Yeah, I'll be okay. I want you to have someplace better to sleep." Tom offered.

"That's very sweet of you, Tom." His Aunt Jane praised, as she kissed his cheek softly.

"You're welcome." Tom answered, blushing.

Tom's Mother, oblivious as always, seemed to completely miss the tenderness of the moment. She praised Tom for his maturity and then gave him her own kiss goodnight, before walking down the hall for bed. Tom and his Aunt Jane were then left alone in the dining room.

"I got worried when you didn't come back this morning." Tom whispered. "I got afraid that you might not have liked what we did earlier."

"Oh, I'm sorry, Tom." His Aunt Jane cooed softly, whispering her reply. "Of course I liked what we did. In fact, Mommy wants you to come to her room after everyone's asleep tonight. I think there might be a thunder storm, and I want to make sure you don't have any trouble getting to sleep, okay?"

"Yes, Mommy." Tom whispered excitedly.

"Good boy, I'll see you later then. Remember, make sure everyone is asleep first." She emphasized, clearly referring to his real Mother.

"Yes, Mommy. I promise, I will." Tom vowed. Tom then had the delight of watching his Aunt Jane slink down the hallway towards what used to be his bedroom, her gorgeous frame perched delicately on high heels. He could hardly wait to touch her again. He felt like he was falling in love.

After all the lights were out, and everyone was in bed, Tom laid on the couch in silence. He was waiting to hear the familiar, soft snoring that his Mother produced while sleeping. Each minute felt like an eternity. He knew that his Mom usually fell asleep within twenty minutes of going to bed, but tonight it seemed more like two hours to Tom. His mind was spinning frantically, filled with images of his gorgeous Aunt, naked and waiting for him. His cock was straining against his sweat shorts as he lay on his back, listening intently to every sound in the house.