Chapter 12: Hanging-out Saturday

Dear Diary,

A little hard to describe the exploring we have been doing, C and I. We've had a couple days of giggling together, but I guess he wouldn't like me describing it in that girlish term. He gets more masculine every day, more grown up. I'm so proud of him. And Mame said a funny thing to me. I guess you don't have many secrets from a perfect sister who you shared a room with all during childhood and adolescence. Even without words, she seems to know what I am thinking, what I am feeling. It's a little eerie.

As usual, she was urging me with her regular plea that I "need to get laid." C came into the room and she stopped on that subject, thank heavens. But when he left she asked if C was sexually active yet. "I'd hate to think he was going through the awful thing I went through when that jerk Allan Courtney took my cherry. I hate the thought of it. It ruined me for a long time, sexually. Even now I think of it and cringe. It's a shame that we can't know more the first time."

Actually, I hadn't gone far and I stood in the hallway eavesdropping on the conversation.

"I should seduce dear sweet Charley, you know, and teach him right! Or ... or ... one of us should."

"Mame! For heaven's sake!" My mother half laughed and half chided her sister.

"Well, it's true. In this day and age?! It's barbaric letting them just fool around until he shoves hi penis into some poor girl and makes a mess of it for both of them. Or don't boys have bad first times? They must. At least sensitive ones like our Charley."

I heard my mother laugh nervously. "But incest?"

"Well, why not, really? I mean the old wives tales have been disproved for years. Yet we pretend that it doesn't happen and that the baby will have two heads. It's just not true. And it would do more good than harm no matter what you think."

"Oh well. We can't do that."

"Aha, you said 'we' though." Mame laughed wickedly.

My mother changed the subject and I went on down the hall.

It came up again a few days later, quite by surprise. About once a month we had a "date" for a "Hanging-out Saturday" in which we did whatever came to our mind together, mostly nothing that involved work.

She was in the laundry room when I finished breakfast and called out for her.

"Come in here, you can help me fold!" she called.

And so we stood folding clothes and discussing what we would do on our day off.

"Here, honey, let me show you. Fold one cup into the other, and the straps into the cup too." she instructed. As usual my face was slightly red being instructed on how to fold her lacy bra. "Now doesn't that look neater?" I caught the mischievous note in her voice and returned the smile.

I held up a pair of pink panties and said, "Now is there a special fold for these too?"

"Yes, like this." she laughed. "Now don't you want my underwear to be pretty and neat? And here's a pair that are getting a little worn, so I'm putting them aside for you." she giggled as she ran her finger along the tiny trim of lace in the leg of a lavender full panty that was silky and soft from many washings. She nudged my arm. "I'm sorry; I shouldn't tease you like that, should I?"

"I'm getting used to it, mom."

She was wearing tight blue jeans that morning and I remember thinking that even in jeans she could be my fantasy woman. The jeans were always new looking and looked as if tailored perfectly to her curves. The front buttoned at the top of that nice little bulge of tummy and she never needed a belt, they were that tight. Almost painted on. The perfect blue denim tummy was sensual enough to make me gasp, but it swept smoothly into a picture perfect pubic mound. And the mound lead into a split of pussy lips sculpted by the denim into beckoning guides for my eyes. They look soft and touchable and I dreamt about them sometimes. Her firm thighs are bound into taut curves like the Greek statues I ogled at the museum. She turned and I had a view of her perfect bottom cupped by the jeans and held beautifully firm and inviting. She turned and caught my eyes on her bottom.

"You are staring at me!"

"Sorry."

"I kind of like it, sweetie. How about a swim first?"

"Great!"

When I came back with my trunks, she had shucked out of the jeans and panties and they lay ringed on the floor of the laundry room. Even that was sexy to me. The panties were still ringed into the same shape as that formed by the jeans and I picked them up and held them to my nose. The scent of woman. A mix of perfume and something wonderful which I knew was the essence of her sex, the deep dusky secret scent between her legs. There was a very light white line along the crotch where her slit had left its moist trace. It was 10 AM and I had a hard-on already.

I heard her splash into the pool.

Later as we hung on the side of the pool, she questioned me gently about my budding sex life, sexual feelings and questions. It was a typical conversation which she didn't do too often, but this was her regular way of checking up.

"Auntie Mame wants to know ... if you are sexually active, Charley."

"Aw, Mom..." my face went crimson again and I tried to lead away from the subject. "Auntie Mame is always saying that you need to get laid!" I taunted. "What does she mean by that?"

"Charley! Such talk for a son! She didn't say that..." Now her face was crimson.

"Well, what does she mean by that?"

"Oh, Auntie Mame is my big sister. You know! She thinks I'm cranky sometimes and I would be happier if I had sex more often."

"Is she right?"

"Oh, I don't know, it's kind of silly really. Just one of her old wives' tales. She means well. Besides, for me it has to be for love or at least someone I really like a lot. These days, she says, everyone is sleeping around with just anyone. Not for me."

"And Auntie Mame?"

"She's really pretty much the same, but she talks a good game of wildness, Charley." She laughed and splashed water in my face. "Besides, you aren't supposed to ask these questions about your old Mom! And, Mame means well. She loves both of us."

"I know. I love her too. She's my number two fantasy date."

Mom laughed at that. "I wasn't fishing for a compliment"

I swam away from her and then swam underwater toward her. She spread her legs wide and I dove between her legs, looking up between her legs as I swept under. I could see a few stray hairs escaped from the tight leg bands of her bikini

When I surfaced she dove toward me and I assumed the position and felt her brush my balls as she went through the bridge.

We treaded water in the deep end.

"Besides Charley, I'd kind of like to know too."

"I have to take a whiz, Mom. Be right back."

"A what?" she said with a smirk.

"You know, a pee!"

"Is that what you call it, now?"

"Everybody does."

"Oh, I see." she laughed.

I jumped up on the edge of the pool and sat down.

She grabbed both my knees and restrained me gently.

"Promise you won't laugh at me? I mean if I tell you a secret desire?"

"No, I won't laugh. What?"

She buried her face against my hairy calves and laughed self-consciously.

"Maybe I'd better not say it."

"No Mom, go ahead, that's our deal. No boundaries on questions."

"Well ... uh, I haven't seen you pee in years."

"So?"

"Well ... now that I know what you call it ... I would like to watch..." she giggled and ducked her head under the water.

"Really?"

"I think so." she said quietly. "Do you mind?"

"Can I watch you ... then? Only fair!"

"Oh my god ... oh my god. I didn't expect that!"

"Only fair!"

She bit her lip and then nodded agreement.

I took her hand and led the way to the jon by the laundry room.

"You know, I don't think I can do it."

"Why not?"

I think I will have a hard-on from you watching. And it will shut off."

She closed the door and hugged me. "Oh, dear, I didn't think of that. Why will you be hard, though? I can put on my robe."

"No I'm already a little hard being with you, folding your panties; and this close, and you watching ... well, I don't know."

She pressed her forehead against my chest. "I'm so embarrassed!"

"I'll try."

"Think of alligators or something."

I pushed the trunks down and my cock jutted out. She gasped. "You've grown." she giggled. "My god, you have grown up. It's beautiful!" she said breathily, her arm still around my waist.

I tried to think of something else and it became a little bit more controllable.

"Can I hold it?" she said very quietly.

"Very carefully." I muttered as the stream started.

I felt her fingers encircle it. Immediately it became like a steel rod.

"Oh!" she said.

She took her hand away, still very interested and staring at the purple head of my rampant cock. I tried to think about alligators, the stream began again. This time it was a roaring waterfall and her hand tightened excitedly on my waist until the stream stopped.

"I loved it!" she said. "Just like when you were little, only better!" She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I felt her breasts against my bare chest and her smooth back felt wonderful under my hands.

She took a sheet of toilet paper and offered it to me. I looked at her quizzically.

"Don't you wipe off?"

"Not really. Now it's your turn." I said.

"Oh, Charley, I..."

"Fair!" I said.

"But are you sure? I am your mother! Are you sure you want to watch me?"

I started to push the bikini bottoms down.

"OK. Go ahead," she giggled.

I pushed the bottoms down and was face to face with the thatch of brown curls on her mound. The scent of her perfume and her body made my head swim.

"I don't think I can do it with you watching."

She closed her eyes and I knelt in front of her, my eyes fixed between her legs.

She laughed and protested that it was impossible.

She leaned her forehead against mine and we both stared at the patch of hair between her legs.

After a minute or so, I heard the first trickle of her water. Then I could see the light glinting of a stream of urine.

"Oh, this is embarrassing!" she said, her smile crooked with tension.

She took some paper and dabbed between her legs. "There! Show's over!"

"Wasn't that crazy?" she laughed as she pulled up her swimsuit.

She kissed my cheek. "But I'm glad you showed me about taking a whiz!" Our laughter echoed around the tiny bathroom.

We dove back into the pool and shook off the tension with a few laps up and down the length of the pool

Short of breath, we floated for awhile on two blow-up rafts, lazing in the warm sun.

"I really would like to know the answer to my question, Charley. Are you sexually active? Are you sure you can't tell me?"

I grasped her toes and moved her raft in a circle. I pretended not to know what she was talking about.

"When you disappear on your bicycle with Sally or Jane... ????"