Chapter 2567 - AN UNCONVENTIONAL RELATIONSHIP

I will never forget the evening that my parents called me into the living room to tell me something that destroyed just about everything I thought was true, but also forged new bonds. It happened about four months after my nineteenth birthday.

"Sit down, Nick." my father said.

I could tell by the worried expressions on his and my mother's faces that they were about to deliver bad news. In those few seconds of silence all sorts of dreadful possibilities raced through my mind: they were getting divorced... someone had died... someone was dying of cancer... President Bush would have a third term. My heart sped up as my palms grew damp.

"What is it?" I asked, looking left and right at my parents sitting on the couch.

My normally shy mother could not meet my eyes. Her head was tilted towards her lap and she was fumbling with her wedding ring, twisting it around on her finger.

"Your mother and I have something to tell you." my father said. His voice was calm, but faltering.

"What is it, dad?" I blurted out, wanting to shorten the suspense.

"Well... I guess there's no easy way to say it, so I may as well just come out with it," he said, then paused for another agonizing few seconds "you're adopted, Nick."

I could feel the blood drain from my face. There was a tingling sensation in my chest that spread throughout my entire torso. My eyes narrowed. I had heard the words and understood what they meant, but could not believe them. For nineteen years Richard and Elaine Cooper were my parents. I was more sure of that than anything else I knew or believed. Now I was being told that the one thing I had been lead to believe was an undeniable fact was actually a lie. I felt numb.

"What? No! Mom, how can this be?" I demanded. My mother raised her wet eyes for a moment, then lowered them again, sobbing.

"I know we should have told you this long ago. I'm sorry. Your mother and I struggled with it for years -- when to tell you, what to say. Eventually as you grew older we decided it was just easier to never tell you. We love you unconditionally, with all our hearts, Nick, and we didn't want to have to hurt you by giving you this news after all these years."

Once my numbness passed it was replaced by anger. I felt betrayed. Now everything I held sacred was called into question. I felt my hands form into fists as my jaw clenched.

"Then why are you telling me now, Richard?" I seethed.

I saw my father wince at the sound of his first name coldly coming from my mouth. Never before had I referred to him as anything but 'dad'. He leaned back on the couch, either to think of what to tell me, or to fight his own anger; I couldn't tell.

"We're telling you this now because circumstances have changed and it's necessary to." My father's voice was firm and each word came from his mouth with authority.

I didn't understand what he meant. He sounded cryptic. "What the hell does that mean?" I demanded.

"Because your birth mother has decided that she wants to be a part of your life." he elaborated.

"Well, she's nineteen years too late." I replied with a glare.

"Nick, I can understand how you feel. This news must be..."

"No! No you don't understand, Richard. Were you adopted? Did your parents lie to you for nineteen years?"

"I can see that you're upset, Nick. Maybe we should finish this discussion later, after you've had some time to digest it all." my father suggested.

"Yeah... how about in another nineteen years?" I retorted.

I was mad with anger and confusion. I recall jumping from my chair and storming out of the house. The sound of the door slamming shut behind me echoed down the street. I ran down the driveway, fighting tears. I had no plan. I didn't know where I was going. I just needed to get away; as far as I could. I walked for hours. Thinking. Questioning. Wondering. Eventually it grew cold and I decided to call a friend, Dave, to ask him if I could crash at his place. I explained that I'd had a fight with my parents, but never disclosed the details. Thankfully Dave agreed and I hurried across town. I stayed there for two days, smoking dope and listening to music -- trying to forget everything.

Chapter 2

On the evening of my second day at Dave's place I realized that I had to make a decision. I could not stay there forever, and the longer I did, the harder it would be to return home. After thanking Dave and his parents for their hospitality I slunk back home, fearful of what sort of reception I would receive.

When my mother heard the door close she dashed out to the kitchen. I had never seen her smile at me like she did at that moment when she saw me standing there.

"There's some lasagna in the fridge if you're hungry." she told me in a shaky voice. Her lower lip was trembling.

"Thanks." I replied.

My mother watched me for a while as I looked in the fridge. She seemed in awe, as if I had been brought back from the dead. After watching me for a while she returned to the living room where my father was, watching tv.

I put a square of lasagna on a plate, not bothering to heat it in the microwave, and poured a glass of Pepsi. I brought the food up to my room, hoping to avoid my parents.

For the rest of the evening I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling. I expected my bedroom door to open and my parents to walk in, wanting to continue the aborted discussion from a few nights previous. That never happened. I guess it was enough for them that I was home and safe and they did not want to raise the issue until I was ready.

The next night after I got home from school I joined my parents for supper. The tension was palpable. We all stared at our plates, afraid to speak. Finally my mother reached out and squeezed my hand. She smiled at me like only a mother can.

"It's wonderful to have you home again, honey." she said, then wiped her hand over her left eye.

"Thanks, mom," I said "it's great to be back."

Even my normally stoic father seemed moved. He reached over and gave my shoulder a firm squeeze as he smiled. "We love you, Nick. I hope you know that."

"I know," I replied "I love you too, dad; you too, mom."

It seemed that as quickly as our family had been torn apart, it was back together once more -- although we all knew that things had forever changed.

"So, I guess we have more to talk about." I ventured, giving my father a nervous glance.

"Whenever you're ready." he told me.

"How about after dessert?" I suggested with a grin, hoping to add some levity to the situation.

"Fine." he agreed, seeming happy.

I was not looking forward to continuing the adoption conversation any more than my parents probably were, but I knew it had to happen. Putting it off any longer would not make it any easier.

Once supper was finished we all went into the living room, looking dour and walking single file. My parents sat on the couch like bookends. I planted myself in a chair across from them. For a while we just stared at one-another, each of us waiting for the other to speak. Finally my father spoke up.

"I don't exactly know where to begin," he said "do you have any questions, Nick?"

I had many questions, but one was overwhelming. "Who are my real parents? I mean, my biological parents..."

I was afraid my original phrasing might have offended my parents because that's what they were: my parents. They were the ones who had raised and nurtured me and that's what being a parentreally is. It's more than simply depositing sperm or releasing an egg.

I think that my father had not expected such a pointed question from me to begin the conversation. He flinched. "Shall I just come out and tell you?" he asked.

"Yes. Please." I insisted.

My father sighed. "Well, your biological mother is your Aunt Jenny. You'll have to ask her about your father."

I had thought that after the initial news that I was adopted that there could be nothing else to shock or render me momentarily numb again. I was wrong.

My Aunt Jenny was my father's youngest sister. I had not seen her in almost a year. After she got married she moved to New Jersey with her husband, Robert. Before that, she lived closer and visited often. She and I always got along great. When I was a child she spent hours playing with me and watching cartoons, then as I got older she gave me advice when needed and was my confidant at times. We had a good relationship and I often thought of her as my second mother. Once Jenny moved to Jersey infrequent phone calls were the only contact my parents and I had with her. But she always wanted to talk with me when she called, and would sometimes call back if I was not home. Every Christmas and birthday that I had a parcel arrived in the mail from her containing a gift for me. Now it made sense to me. It was almost like I subconsciously suspected something all those years.

"Aunt Jenny?" I asked in disbelief.

"Yes," my father confirmed "she had you when she was sixteen. She was just too young and immature to raise a child on her own, so after we all discussed it with your grandparents it was decided that Elaine and I would adopt you. We were getting married that summer, so it was perfect. That way, you were being raised by family members and Jenny could be a part of your life."

Although it seemed strange to me at the time, I was grateful for the way things had worked out. If I had have been placed with an adoption agency I probably might have never met either of my biological parents, let alone any other family members. I still had questions though and I guess my father could tell that from the pensive look on my face.

"You're probably wondering why we've decided to tell you now, after avoiding it for so many years." he said, anticipating my next question.

"I was about to ask that."

"Jenny is divorcing Robert and she's moving back here in two weeks," he began "she's hoping that you two can get to know one-another on a different level. She's tired of the lies and deceit and we agree with her. We should have told you years ago, Nick. I hope you can forgive us. But, Jenny realizes that this may not be something that you want -- not right now, or not ever. She's prepared for you to be angry, or to hate her, or whatever. She realizes that you might not want anything to do with her because of this. But the choice is entirely yours, Nick. Take all the time you need to think it over. Whatever you want, or don't want; it's entirely up to you."

Once again my father had dumped a lot of information in my lap, but there was one thing that I instantly knew: I could not hate my aunt, or whatever she was to me now. Nor could I blame her for how things turned out. She did what she had to, and what she felt was best for me. It had worked out wonderfully in the end, so there was no way I could be angry with her. She had given me to loving parents who had done an exemplary job of raising me.

"No..." I blurted out

"No what?" my father interrupted before I could continue. He looked anxious.

"No, I could never hate Aunt Jenny," I explained "I can't imagine having a kid at my age, let alone sixteen. She did the right thing. Probably the only thing she could do."

I could tell my the expressions on my parents' faces that they were relieved. I realized that although they did not want to pressure me into my decision, I had made the one that they had hoped for.

"It's such a relief to hear you say that." my father said.

"We prayed that you'd feel this way, honey." my mother added.

My parents said nothing more, letting me assimilate what they had already told me.

"So, now what?" I asked, then thought my question was too blunt.

"Jenny will be here on the twenty-first and she'll be staying with us for a while until she finds an apartment. You two will have a lot to discuss, so we'll make sure you have time alone to talk. But she said to tell you if you want to talk about it before then to call her anytime."

"Okay," I said, pausing "I think I'll wait till she gets here. It will be easier in-person than on the phone."

"Okay, whatever you want."

My decision was also based on me wanting the next two weeks to sort out my feelings. I had to get used to the notion that the woman whom I had always thought was my aunt was in fact my mother -- although I never told my parents that.

Chapter 3

In the days preceding Jenny's visit I spent a lot of time thinking. Probably too much. I tried to imagine how my relationship with her would be now that I knew she was my mother. Ultimately decided it was best to not have any preconceived ideas, but to just let things fall into place.

I recalled the last time Jenny had visited us and the fun we all had. It seemed like she was always laughing and full of energy. I did not know anyone who was always so full of life as her. Something else I noticed was how pretty Jenny was. She had long sandy blond hair and brown eyes, like me. She was shorter than dad and me -- about 5'5, I suppose. But what I noticed most was how she filled out whatever clothes she wore. She was slim, but still had plenty of curves rounding out her svelte body. During her visit I spent a good amount of time with my eyes glued to her chest, watching her breasts jiggle beneath her top, or staring at her firm ass and curvy hips as she walked. Most nights I ended up stroking my cock as images of how Jenny had looked that day flashed through my perverted mind.

One particular incident that stoked my libido for many months to come (so to speak) was standing over her one evening as she helped my mother clear the dining room table. She was wearing a olive-colored blouse and as she bent over I caught sight of her right breast inside her blouse. It hung down and swayed, barely contained in a white bra. When I finally managed to move my eyes from her round breast I discovered that she was looking me square in the face. She had an impish smile, which matched her personality. I froze, terrified that I was in trouble, but all she did was wink, then walk away.

As I reminisced about Jenny's last visit and the lusty thoughts that being around her had stirred up in me I felt weird. Guilty, I guess, or ashamed. It was ironic because I knew I should have felt that way back then for being turned-on by my aunt and masturbating to thoughts of her, but now that I knew that she was actually my mother that somehow changed things. It was at that moment that I began wrestling with my feelings. I already had enough to reconcile, but somehow this now took precedent. Maybe because I feared it could destroy what I felt was an already tenuous relationship. What made it more vexing was that my cock and my conscience were in opposition. Once I stopped thinking for a moment the image of Jenny's breast appeared in my mind. My cock twitched and began to rise.

Chapter 4

The day that Jenny was due to arrive I was up before my parents for the first time since Christmas mornings when I was a child. I was nervous, but I reckoned that she probably was as well. Although she had visited other times, this time was especially important. I wanted to make sure that everything went well, if not perfect. I had decided to skip school that day. My father had to work, but he promised us that if he could sneak out early he would. After I showered and shaved I spent an unusual amount of time picking out a shirt to wear with my jeans, then went down to have breakfast. It was not long before I was joined by my parents.

"Nervous?" my mother asked.

"Yes." I admitted as I munched on a mouthful of cereal.

"So am I. But try not to feel that way, honey. Jenny's not a stranger."

My mother's advice helped to calm me some.

"I should be going to the office, but tell Jenny that I'll try to take off early." my father told us.

For the rest of the morning my mother kept busy by making sure the house was tidy, then rested on the couch, reading. I went up to my room to do some homework for school. It was close to two o'clock when I heard a car in the yard. When I looked out of my bedroom window to the yard I saw Jenny's black Jetta towing a U-Haul trailer. I ran down the stairs.

"It's so good to see you again." I heard my mother exclaim as she hugged Jenny.

I kept my distance for a little while. I felt awkward and nervous. When Jenny turned towards me and smiled I sensed that she felt the same.

"How are you, Nick?" Jenny's voice was strained and her smile forced.

"Good, and you?"

"I'm doing okay," she replied "it's good to see you again."

"It's good to see you too; it's been a long time." I told her.

"Too long." she remarked.

I looked over to my mother. She seemed uncomfortable as she listened to our stilted exchange.

"Nick, could you go get Jenny's bags from the car?" my mother asked, seeming to want a diversion.

"Sure." I too was glad for a diversion and went out to the yard immediately.

In the back seat of the Jetta were two suitcases, which I brought inside.

"Jenny went up to use the bathroom," my mother told me "just bring the bags up and put them by the bed."

After I dropped the heavy suitcases beside the bed in the guest room I heard the toilet flush. I turned to see Jenny enter the room. It was the first time since she arrived that I had been able to take a good look at her. Immediately I was forced to fight off lewd thoughts.

Jenny was wearing a knee-length tan-colored pleated skirt and a white blouse with buttons down the front that just barely covered her stomach. I guessed that if she were to raise her arms a good portion of her midriff would be exposed. She stood a few feet inside the room, looking as nervous as I was.

"So, I guess your folks broke the news to you... finally." she said in a weak voice.

"Yeah. About a few weeks ago."

"I'm sorry we waited so long, Nick."

"Better late than never." I reasoned, trying to cut the tension.

Jenny forced out a chuckle. "I guess you probably have lots of questions then."

"Some, but not a lot really. They told me most of the details." I told her.

"Thank-you, Nick. Thank-you for still wanting me in your life. This is the greatest gift that anyone could ever give me." Jenny lowered her head, as if she was afraid to look at me.

"You don't have to thank me, Aunt Jenny."

Jenny looked up and I noticed tears running from her oak-colored eyes, down her soft cheeks. She brushed them away. "I guess it's silly for you to call me 'Aunt Jenny' anymore; 'Jenny' will do. It's not like I deserve to be called 'mom'. I've never been a mother to you, or anyone."

Jenny wrapped her arms tightly around her waist, as if she was trying to hold in her tears and anguish. She slumped back against the bedroom wall. Her body shook as she cried, gasping for air between sobs. Suddenly whatever angst I had felt regarding this whole situation seemed trivial.

I wondered what to do or say as I watched Jenny. Her cheeks were wet with her tears and her body quaked as she cried. I knew that perhaps there was really nothing I could do to alleviate the guilt and torment she must have felt for nineteen years. All I could do to try to comfort her was hold her, so that's what I did. I put my hands on her slender shoulders and eased her towards me. Her limp body rested against mine. I slipped my arms around her, holding her as she trembled, trying to quell her sobs. Eventually she unwrapped her arms from her waist and put them around me. Her tears were beginning to wet my shirt as she leaned her head on my chest.

"I'm so sorry, Nick. I don't know why you don't hate me," she sputtered "I just wish there was something I could do to make everything alright."

"You already have," I told her "you made the right decision when I was born; never question it."

Jenny slowly raised her head to look at me. Her bottom lip trembled and her cheeks were covered with rivers of tears. She smiled at me in a way she never had before. I had only ever seen my mother smile at me like that.Jenny's blouse had ridden up when she raised her arms to embrace me. My hands were now on her bare back. Skin on skin. Now I knew for sure that she was not wearing a bra. Her skin was soft and warm. It made me hard. Before I could push the thoughts from my mind I wondered if the rest of her body felt as good, although I was certain that it must.

"I guess we have some catching-up to do." she remarked.

"Yes, but we have plenty of time. There's no rush." I reminded her.

Jenny tugged at my neck and reached up to kiss my cheek. Her full lips were supple and it was only then that I noticed her perfume. It was musky, intoxicating. She pulled away, staring at my face, then brushed my cheek with her thumb.

"I got my lipstick on you. Sorry."

"That's okay." I told her.

"I bet you're used to it," she said, clutching my waist "a cute guy like you must get kissed a lot."

"Not really." I told her, feeling bashful.

"Handsome and modest too..." she teased.

I laughed.

"Now that I've ruined my makeup by crying I have to fix it. Tell Elaine I'll be down in a while."

"Okay." I told her.

Jenny let go of my waist and leaned back on the wall. She was smiling now as she stared at me. I wondered what she was thinking.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing," she said, sounding dismissive "I'm going to repair my face, then I'll be right down."

Walking back to the kitchen I wondered what might explain the look on Jenny's face, and what was going on behind those pretty brown eyes.

My father was able to leave work early as he had hoped. Jenny gave an excited squeal when she heard him enter the house and dashed out to the kitchen to greet him. Her arm was still around his shoulder as she escorted him in to the living room to join me and my mother. Immediately I noticed how her blouse had slid up as she draped her right arm around my father's shoulder. I could see at least six inches of her bare stomach. It was flat and tanned.

Our first meal together that evening was lighthearted and relaxed. I had worried that there would be an undercurrent of tension for some time, but it was non-existent. In the backs of our minds each of us knew that things between me and Jenny were yet to be resolved, but that would happen over time.

Later, when we all settled in the living room, my mother turned the television on, although none of us were really paying attention to it. It seemed as though she wanted some background noise to fill any tense silence. Thankfully that was unnecessary. It had been a long time since we had all been together and my parents had many questions for Jenny about how her life had been. She too wanted to hear about what was new with them and how school was going for me.

Sometime after ten o'clock my parents announced that they were going to bed. I found it odd because it was nearly an hour before they normally went to bed during the week, then I concluded that they wanted to give me and Jenny some time alone to talk.

"You guys have a good night." Jenny told my parents as they began making their way towards the stairs.

"You too," my mother said "sleep in as long as you want, Jenny. We don't have any plans for tomorrow."

"Me too?" I asked with a sheepish grin.

"You have school tomorrow, young man," my father said, amused by my chutzpah "stay up as late as you want, but get your butt out of bed tomorrow in time for your first class."

Jenny giggled as she listened to our banter.

Once there was just me and Jenny in the living room I was glad that the television was on. Conversation was easy with my parents present, but now I grew nervous. I think she felt the same.

"This must be really weird for you." she remarked after a minute or more of silence.

I looked over at Jenny curled up on the couch, leaning against the arm on her right hip.

"Yeah... a little." I admitted.

"Me too. But I'm still the same person I always was, Nick. All that's changed is that you know the truth now."

I cocked my head to one side while I thought it over. Jenny had really put things into perspective, which made me feel more comfortable.

"Come over here so we can talk." Jenny patted the cushion to her left.

I joined Jenny on the couch, noticing the shape of her left thigh and hip through her skirt.

"Hold on." she said.

Jenny got up from the couch and turned the sound down on the television. When she sat back she leaned on her left hip to face me, then slid closer. Once again I caught the scent of her perfume. It reminded me of sex.

"I've been wanting to turn that damn thing down all night," she said "I don't watch much tv. Most of it is garbage."

"I'm with you there." I replied.

"So, Nick, you must have a lot of questions, or things you want to say. Go ahead. Don't hold back."

"I guess the main thing is: who is my real father?"

"I knew you'd want to know that, and you deserve to," she said "but, to tell you the truth, I don't know where he is now. I heard from his sister a few years ago that he was in jail for selling drugs."

"Oh..." I grunted, disappointed.

"I'm not going to tell you what to do, Nick, but he's really not the type of guy you'd want to meet. But if you do, I can give you an address for his sister; maybe she can help you."

"Okay, but you're probably right. It might be best if I don't."

"I'm sorry, Nick. I was young and in love, or thought I was. He said that he loved me too. I pictured us getting married -- all that stupid shit that teenage girls dream about. When he found out that I was pregnant he said he'd marry me. Then he robbed a convenience store to try to get money to buy me a ring. That was his first trip to jail. After that, I never spoke to him again."

"Good decision." I told her.

"Maybe my only good one," she said with a frown "I was so stupid back then."

"No," I corrected "you were trusting, and in love. No one can criticize you for that. Letting mom and dad raise me was a good decision -- probably the best you ever made."

Jenny's eyes grew wide and she leaned back. A smile reappeared on her face. "How did you get so wise?"

"I don't know. I must have gotten it from you." I said, half-jokingly

"Thanks, but all you got from me were your brown eyes and your hair color. Anything good you picked up along the way must be from Rich and Elaine."

"I don't believe it. I must have gotten more from you than my eyes and hair." I insisted.

"I doubt it. I don't have anything else that's worth having -- unless you want big boobs." Jenny arched her back, pushing her chest out with a mischievous grin.

Jenny's comment shocked me, then it caused a flash of excitement that went straight to my cock. It began to swell. I let my eyes fall to her chest for an instant. The look on my face must have let her know how surprised I was by her brassiness.

"I'm sorry. I never know when to bite my tongue," she said "I didn't mean to offend you."

"Offend me? It takes a lot more than that!" I spat out.

"Okay. I wasn't sure. The last time I was here Elaine told me to stop swearing around you. She was afraid you'd pick up my bad habits."

"Ha! I was swearing long before that," I told her "don't worry about me picking up bad habits."

"This is all so new to me, Nick. I don't know what's okay and what isn't." Jenny said, seeming overwhelmed.

"Same here." I replied.

"I guess we'll have to just figure it out together as we go." she concluded.

"Yeah... I don't think there's a handbook." I remarked.

Jenny laughed. I could tell she was more at ease. I was glad because it helped to make me feel less tense. She leaned back on the couch and adjusted her feet on the cushion. When I looked down I noticed what I at first thought was a bruise above her right ankle, then I realized it was a tattoo.

"You have a tattoo?" I asked in surprise.

"Yes. Two, in fact. I got the butterfly when I turned thirty," she said, pointing towards her right calf "and another a month ago, after I left Robert. Want to see?"

"Ahh..." I mumbled, imagining all the places where her tattoo could be.

"Don't worry, it's just on my back," she interrupted "wanna see?"

"Sure." I exclaimed.

Jenny turned around so her back was to me. I noticed her arms moving, then she slid her blouse off of her shoulders, midway down her back. Her skin was tanned, with the absence of any tan lines. My cock throbbed as I moved my eyes towards a tattoo on her left shoulder blade of a red heart, dripping blood, surrounded by barbed wire. I pushed her hair over her right shoulder to get a better look.

"Like it?" she asked, turning her head around a ways to look at me.

"It's kind of disturbing." I told her.

"It symbolizes how I feel," she explained "no one else I meet from now on will ever get my heart."

"Don't say that. You could meet a great guy." I told her.

"I'm not willing to risk getting hurt again. It's happened too many times."

I never replied. I was preoccupied with looking at Jenny's bare shoulders and back. She was holding her partially unbuttoned blouse against her, but had lowered it enough to uncover her upper chest. Just above her hands I could see the round tops of her breasts.

"I want to get another one." she said.

"Oh... what?" I asked.

Jenny turned around a bit on the couch, looking into my eyes. She was still holding her blouse tight to her, pulling the fabric taught over her breasts. "I want to get a heart with your name written inside -- no dripping blood or barbed wire though."

"Wow... really?" I gasped.

"Yeah. I've wanted to for years now, but I didn't want to raise any questions in case you saw it, since you didn't know the truth about me. Now I can finally get it." she explained.

"I can understand that." I told her.

"So, where should I get it?" she asked.

"I don't know," I said with a shrug "there must be a tattoo parlor around here somewhere, but I'm not sure where."

"No," she giggled "where on me?"

"Oh...," I breathed as my mind wandered over her body "I don't know. I guess it's up to you."

"I was thinking of getting it right here, over my heart. What do you think?" She pulled her blouse aside to uncover the upper left side of her chest. She pointed with her finger, then looked up at me as I stared.

I could see half of Jenny's left breast now. It was tanned and rounded, hanging down slightly. It rose and fell as she breathed. I licked my lips as I thought about holding it, although I could tell it was too large to entirely fit in my hand. I must have taken too long to reply because Jenny interrupted my lustful thoughts.

"When you're finished staring at my boob, tell me if you think that's a good spot for the tattoo." she taunted.

I snapped my head upwards to her face.

"I wasn't staring. I mean, your blouse is open so I could see it, but all I was doing was thinking about the tattoo."

"Hey... it's okay, Nick," she breathed "I was only teasing you. Relax. Besides, it's not the first time you've gotten a look at them anyway."

"What?" I spat out, hoping to convince her that she was mistaken.

"The last time I was here -- when I was bending over the dining room table. Remember?"

I shrunk away from Jenny, feeling ashamed of myself and scared that she would be angry.

Jenny slid her blouse up over her shoulders then pulled it closed, but not buttoned. She moved closer to me, resting her hand on mine.

"Do I seem upset?" she asked. Her voice was soothing.

"No." I murmured with a shake of my head.

"Well, then..."

"Okay." I replied.

"So, what do you think about me getting a tattoo there?"

"Sure, if you want to. It's over your heart so I guess it's appropriate." I told her.

The look on Jenny's face changed as I spoke. Now she looked bothered by something. "Speaking of appropriate -- I suppose it's not appropriate for me to behave like I have been around you sometimes, is it?"

"I guess not.... I don't know."

"If it makes you uncomfortable -- if you want me to stop -- tell me. Be honest, Nick. Please."

Once more I was being pulled in opposite directions. Of course I loved Jenny's illicit teasing and flirting, but I knew it was wrong. Wrong for her to do it and wrong for me to enjoy it as much as I did.

"It doesn't make me uncomfortable." I told her.

"Okay. We're in uncharted territory here. Everything has changed, I guess. But our relationship has always been unconventional in one way or another."

"An unconventional relationship." I echoed, then laughed.

Jenny paused a moment, thinking.

"I love you, Nick. I always have and always will."

"I love you too, Jenny. Knowing you're really my mom hasn't changed how I feel, unless it's made those feelings stronger." I told her.

Jenny fell against me. She threw her arms around my shoulders, holding on to me. "You're going to make me cry again." she warned me.

"No. Don't cry." I begged.

As I slid my hands up Jenny's back I could feel her blouse move with them. My right hand found her bare skin and I stroked her lower back. She held me tighter and nuzzled her nose into my neck. My cock throbbed as her breasts pressed into my chest.

"Will you do me a favor sometime in the next week?" she asked.

"Sure. What?"

"Help me find an apartment. I don't want to take advantage of your folks' generosity any longer than I have to and I'm anxious to get into my own place anyway."

"Sure. That'll be no problem." I told her.

"Thanks. And while you're at it, could you find out where I can get a tattoo, please?" Jenny said.

"Okay, anything else?" I joked.

"Never let me go."

Chapter 5

The next day I felt like a zombie. Jenny and I had stayed up till close to two in the morning the night before. I held her while we talked and enjoyed the silence of the night until we each grew sleepy. It was wonderful, but I paid for it the next day as I struggled to concentrate during my classes.

When I arrived home at mid-afternoon after my last class I noticed that my mother's car wasn't in the yard. When I entered the kitchen I found Jenny at the table, reading the newspaper.

"Where's mom?" I asked, dropping my knapsack to the floor.

"She went out a little while ago to get groceries." Jenny told me.

Jenny must have gotten plenty of sleep because she looked as pretty as always. Her hair was pulled back on either side and she was wearing a blue t-shirt and jeans. Immediately I began getting hard.

"I've been looking at apartment listings. Take a look at these and tell me what you think." she said.

I stood beside Jenny, reading the paper over her shoulder. She leaned back and her shoulder rubbed over my left hip. Now she was eye-level to the front of my jeans and I knew that she would notice the bulge in them if she turned her head.

"This one looks good. Camdon Street isn't too far from here either." I remarked, pointing towards the ad.

Jenny looked up to me as I spoke. She just looked at me, not speaking for a while. I wondered what was on her mind.

"I can't believe how handsome you've become," she marveled "you certainly don't get your good looks from me."

"You're crazy, or blind. You look great, Jenny. I definitely got it from you!"

"You missed-out on the boobs though." she retorted. She giggled and her breasts shook beneath her tight t-shirt.

"That's probably a good thing though." I concluded.

"Why? Don't they look okay?" She gave me an exaggerated frown as she cupped her breasts in her hands.

"Uhhh... on you, sure. But not on me."

Jenny let out a loud laugh.

"Oh, I almost forgot," I blurted out, glad to be able to change the subject "I found out that there's a tattoo place down on King Street."

"Good. Thanks. Do I need to make an appointment?" Jenny inquired.

"No, just walk in. They'll take you if they're not busy."

"So when's a good time for you to go with me?" she asked.

"Oh, you want me to go with you?"

"Do you mind?"

"No, of course not. I just never thought about it. I don't have classes tomorrow afternoon. How about then?"

"Perfect. Thanks, Nick."

I was about to reply when I heard my mother's car enter the yard.

"She's back." Jenny observed.

"I should go out and see if she needs any help with the groceries." I said.

After supper I once again played the waiting game -- eager for my parents to go to bed so Jenny and I could have time alone. Once they had gone upstairs and the house was quiet I joined Jenny on the couch. She slid over towards me and leaned on my right shoulder.

"So, you still want to get that tattoo tomorrow?" I asked her.

"Absolutely."

"I should be home around one-thirty, so we can go after that, if it's okay with you."

"That will be fine," she said "it's not like I have anything to do."

Jenny was silent for a while and I wondered what she was thinking about, then she told me.

"Could you do me a favor though? Don't tell your folks about me getting the tattoo."

"Okay, I won't." I promised, although I could not see why they shouldn't know.

"It's no big deal if they find out," she said, "it's just that it's a very personal thing for me -- like the one on my back -- and I want to decide who knows, or who I show it to."

"I won't say anything. But it's not like they'll see it anyway -- unless you take off your top." I gave her a mischievous grin.

"Or unless Rich peeks down it when I bend over." she added.

Jenny's retort surprised me. The thought of my father leering at his little sister excited me, but I thought it unlikely, to say the least.

"You don't think he would, do you?" My eyes narrowed as I asked the question, trying to hide the excitement I felt.

Jenny gave me a cagey grin.

"What is that look for?" I asked, now very curious.

"What do you think?" was her enigmatic reply.

"You mean he has?" I was incredulous; almost.

"He's done more than that," she divulged, then her smile faded "but you can never let-on that you know that, Nick. Never."

"I won't, but what has he done?"

Jenny sighed as she looked over my shoulder with a blithe expression. "Remember my first day here, when I went out to the kitchen when he got home?"

"Yeah." I spat out, wanting to hear more.

"Well, when I hugged him he felt my boob."

"You mean like a quick feel? I asked.

"No. He put his hand under my blouse and gave it a good feel. He even pinched my nipple." she elaborated, giggling.

I was stunned by Jenny's disclosure, but it also turned me on even more than I already was.

"What did you do when he did that?

"Let him, of course." she answered with a bold grin.

I stared at Jenny while I tried to picture the scene in my mind. My cock twitched as I imagined my father feeling his sister.

"What else has he done?"

Jenny seemed lost in thought. Her eyes became glassy as she gave me a vacant stare. Finally she spoke. "I'll tell you in a minute. I'll be right back."

Without any explaintion Jenny got up and headed up the stairs, slowly, so as to not make any noise. I assumed she must be going to the bathroom.

About ten minutes later Jenny returned. I felt my pulse begin to race when she walked in the living room and I ran my eyes up and down her. She had changed into a pair of pajamas. They were made from an off-white silky material and had small red roses over them. She stood before the couch, then slowly turned, as if she were modeling the pajamas for me, then issued a shy laugh. I noticed her breasts move beneath her top.

"Do you like them?" she asked, although she must have already known the answer.

"They look great on you," I breathed "is that what you wear that to bed every night?"

"Sometimes," she said as she sat down beside me "but a lot of the time I don't wear anything -- maybe panties. But I have to wear something while I'm here."

"I want to have a sleep-over at your place." I told her.

Jenny moved closer to me. She wrapped her arm around mine, pulling my hand onto her left thigh. She gave my hand a soft squeeze. Her left breast rubbed over my arm. "And what do you wear to bed?"Usually boxers. Sometimes nothing." I told her.

"I'll have to get you some silk boxers." she suggested.

"I don't know." I told her, thinking that sounded too feminine for me.

"Trust me, Nick. You'll love the feeling of it on your skin. See what it does to me..."

Jenny straightened her back so her breasts pushed out at her pajama top. I had looked at her hard nipples many times before, but this time they seemed thicker and longer than ever. I didn't know if it was because the silk was so thin, or it stimulated them to their full size. Regardless, I loved the effect it had on them.

"I like what it does to them." I told her as I ogled her.

"So to I." she replied in a soft, sexy voice as her eyes met mine.

"So, tell me more about what dad has done." I interjected.

"Not a whole lot really. Once in a while he'll sneak a feel of my boobs or ass, but your mom is always around too so he doesn't get many changes."

"I bet he wishes he did." I guessed.

"I think so," she agreed "I've seen him looking me over a few times this week."

Jenny rested her head on my arm and wiggled closer, still holding my hand in hers on her thigh.

"This is wonderful, Nick," she said, sounding either sleepy or turned-on "I would have never dreamed that things would be like this with us."

"Me either," I added "it's great."

Jenny kissed my cheek, then leaned against me again. I looked down to her, smiling. Her lips were moist as she raised her head once more. Our mouths were inches apart. I licked my lips and with my heart beating faster I leaned closer to her. I felt her lips open as our mouths met, then her tongue darted out, teasing mine. She sucked on my lower lip, moaning. I removed my hand from her thigh and placed it on the back of her head, holding her lips to mine as my tongue sought hers. After a while we eased away, then pressed our foreheads together, breathing hard.

"Wow..." she gasped.

"Yeah..."

"You're a good kisser." she told me.

"Thanks. So are you. I must get it from you."

Jenny let out a shy titter.

I put my arms around Jenny and pulled her to me. I gathered her hair and pushed it aside, then kissed her cheek. She let out a soft moan as I ran my hand down her back.

"Have you ever thought about this?" I asked her.

"You mean us?" she asked.

"Yes."

"A few times." she admitted.

"Only a few?"

Jenny gave a shy laugh. "Okay, maybe more than a few. Have you?"

"Lots." I admitted.

"I could tell," she whispered, "I could tell that you were hard when you hugged me sometimes."

Jenny's revelation embarrassed me and I never replied. She looked at me, waiting for me to speak.

"Oh, come on, don't feel bad about it," she consoled "I was as much to blame. I liked to see if I could do it to you."

"Make me hard?"

"Yeah... it's one of my naughty games. I do the same to Rich. Haven't you ever noticed how I hug him?

"No. I guess I never paid attention." I responded.

"Good. Then maybe Elaine hasn't either." she concluded, sounding shameless.

"Mom's pretty uptight," I said "she would never suspect that sort of thing."

Silence fell between Jenny and I. We held each-other for close to an hour, talking little, but thinking the same thoughts. Eventually we both decided that we should get some sleep. I was still tired from the night before, and although I would have loved to have stayed up all night holding Jenny I knew I would not be able to function the next day without proper sleep. I got up from the couch and she followed me upstairs.

"Have a good night. I'll see you tomorrow. I'm excited about getting my tattoo." she whispered outside of her bedroom door.

"Night... see you tomorrow afternoon." I whispered, then went to my room.

Chapter 6

The next afternoon I raced home after my last class to meet Jenny so we could go get her tattoo. She and my mother were in the living room watching tv and talking. I greeted them, then brought my knapsack up to my room. Although I made sure that I never stared when I spoke with my mother and Jenny downstairs I noticed that Jenny was wearing a loose fitting blue blouse and a knee-length skirt a shade lighter. As I finished up in the bathroom I wondered what excuse she would use so we could leave for the tattoo parlor, but I reckoned that she had already thought of that.

"How were your classes today?" my mother asked when I returned to the living room.

"Good," I told her "English was boring, as usual."

I heard Jenny laugh. "Do you have any plans for the rest of the afternoon, Nick?" she asked.

"No, why?" I asked, fighting a smile.

"I was thinking of heading down to a mall and looking around. Want to come?"

"Sure."

"Okay, great. Oh -- I'll need your help to unhook the trailer from my car before we go."

"No problem. " I told her."

"You can use my car, Jenny," mom told her "the keys are hanging by the fridge."

"Oh, thanks, Elaine." Jenny said, getting up to follow me out to the kitchen.

I stared straight ahead as Jenny left the driveway; happy to be alone with her again.

"So, where is this place?" Jenny asked later as she drove.

"I've never been there," I told her "but it should be down here about four blocks, to the left."

After a little searching we eventually found the tattoo parlor. Hanging from the building was a sign that read Skin Art. Parked in front was a green Harley Davidson with leather saddle bags. The chrome gleamed in the sun. For a moment I had second thoughts about going in, but if Jenny did she never voiced them. She found a parking spot a ways away and we walked back.

I stepped inside the small room and looked around. The walls were lined with pictures of people, all tattooed, as well as sheets of paper with various designs. Towards the back to my right was a chair that looked like a barber's chair. Next to that was a long narrow padded table that reminded me of one I'd seen in my doctor's office. Sitting in the chair was a burly man with a beard reading a magazine. He was wearing jeans and a denim vest. Both of his arms were almost completely covered with tattoos and I noticed some on his right hand as well.

"Can I help you?" he asked, sounding friendlier than he appeared.

"I'd like to get a tattoo." Jenny told him.

The man tossed his magazine on the table beside him and approached us. His black boots clicked on the wooden floor as he walked.

"Do you know what design you want?" he asked.

"More or less," Jenny told him "I want a heart with a name written inside.

The man nodded. "That's a popular one." he said. He reached for a large book on the counter beside him and flipped through it, then handed it to Jenny. "Take a look through these and see if there's anything you like. There's more on the next page too."

Jenny thanked the man and began running her eyes over the designs. I looked over her shoulder, but never made any suggestions since the choice was entirely hers I thought.

"Hey, look, they do piercings too," Jenny remarked, pointing towards a sign on the wall "should I get my nipples done?" She giggled as she waited for my reaction.

I shuddered at the thought and she laughed loudly before returning to the book of designs.

"Hey, this looks nice!"

I leaned closer to inspect the design that Jenny was pointing to. It was a simple red heart with a space inside for lettering. "I like that," I told her "but take a look at them all before you decide."

Jenny looked over the rest of the designs, but did not find one that she liked better than the one she had already pointed out to me. "I found one I want." she called out.

The tattooed man approached us and looked at the image that she was pointing to. "What size do you want it, and where?"

"About this big." Jenny told him, approximating the size with her fingers "and right here." She pressed her finger to her chest through her blouse.

"Okay. Come have a seat."

It was only once Jenny was sitting in the chair that she seemed nervous. She gave me an uneasy smile, then undid the top two buttons of her blouse. She pulled it and her bra strap aside.

"My name's Mike." the man said as he pulled on a pair of latex gloves.

"Hi, I'm Jenny."

"Have you ever gotten a tattoo before, Jenny?" he asked.

"Yes. Two." she told Mike.

"Good. Then you know what to expect."

Jenny nodded, seeming less nervous.

I leaned against the wall, watching while Mike began Jenny's tattoo. She flinched when the needle first touched her skin, but soon relaxed. The buzzing of the gun filled the room.

Once Mike had finished he handed Jenny a tube of ointment and a business card. "Put this on a couple of times a day for about a week. If you have any problems with the tat come and see me. I'll also give you ten percent off of your next one."

Jenny thanked Mike as she buttoned her blouse. I could tell she was in a hurry to leave. Once she paid him she headed for the door.

"That wasn't so bad." she remarked as we walked back to the car.

"You seemed nervous." I told her.

"I was at first. Plus I think I should have eaten something first. My stomach's a little upset. Want to get some food?"

"Sure." I said, willing to do whatever she wanted.

Jenny found a small cafe that sold soup and sandwiches. Once we had eaten Jenny said that she was feeling much better, which relieved me. She checked the time and decided that we should probably get home because it was getting close to suppertime.

"You didn't buy anything?" were the first words out of my mother's mouth when she saw Jenny return empty-handed.

"No, I saw some clothes I like though. I might go get some another day. Nick and I stopped to get something to eat and talk, so that was nice."

"I'm glad that you two are able to spend some time together." my mother commented.

I looked down to the floor, not daring to move my eyes towards Jenny, for fear she'd laugh.

That night after my parents went to bed I joined Jenny on the couch. When she went upstairs about a half hour later I hoped it was so she could change into the pajamas she had worn the previous night. I was not disappointed, expect that the pajamas she was wearing when she returned were a burgundy color. I smiled as I watched her walk in and sit down beside me.

"Like them?" she asked.

"Of course," I said "how many pairs do you have?"

"Just two." she said.

I never replied as I let my mind wander.

"Want to see my tattoo?" Jenny asked.

"Sure." I told her. I wanted to see how Jenny's new tattoo looked, but I also knew that she would have to open her pajama top in order to show me. I was looking forward to that as much as anything.

My cock throbbed as I watched Jenny unbutton the top two buttons of her pajama top. As she pulled the left half aside I leaned forward to get a better look. She smiled at me, knowing I was enjoying this. My eyes instantly went to her breast, which was half uncovered, almost to the nipple. When my eyes moved up to her tattoo I winced, noticing how scarred it looked.

"It looks sore." I remarked.

"Give it a day or so and it will look better. Do you like it?"

"Yes. I liked it as soon as you pointed to it in the book."

I smiled as I looked at the lettering with my name in the middle of the red heart. "Maybe I'll get one with your name someday." I mused.

Jenny gave me a pleased smile. "Where?" she asked.

"Same place; over my heart." I told her.

"I'd be so flattered if you did that." she told me.

"Can I ask you something?" I blurted out seconds after my curiosity got the best of me.

"Sure. What?"

"It's kind of personal." I warned her.

"Nick, you can ask me anything at all. I never want there to be anymore secrets between us." Jenny pulled her pajama top closed, waiting for my question.

"How come you never had any more kids?"

Instantly the smile drained from Jenny's face. Her eyes moved from mine. She sighed. "I screwed things up so badly with you that I decided that I didn't deserve to be a mother. I got my tubes tied years ago." she told me.

It made me sad to think that Jenny had punished herself for what she perceived was a mistake. I watched her expression change. Now it seemed to match how I felt.

"That's sad," I told her "you would have been a great mom. I can tell by how you were with me when I was younger."

Jenny shrugged. "Who knows? It's too late now." Once more she looked despondent as she slumped back on the couch.

I slid my hand over Jenny's stomach and around to her side. I pulled her towards me. I kissed her right cheek as she leaned on my chest. She smiled, but still could not face me. I noticed that the left half of her pajama top had slid open as I put my arm around her. I could see a good portion of her breast again. It was firm and round. I noticed the shape of her nipple, barely covered by the silk. Under any other circumstances I would have continued to stare, mesmerized by the view, but given the despondent look on Jenny's face it seemed especially wrong to me. I pulled at the lapel of her pajama top, closing it over her exposed chest. She looked up. She seemed surprised, then smiled.

"Don't tell me you're tired of looking at them." she teased.

"Ah... no," I said, struggling to find words "it's just that you're upset and, I thought that..."

"You're such a gentleman, Nick." Jenny interjected, seeming proud of me. She cupped my face in her hand and kissed my left cheek.

"I guess that's something I definitely didn't get from you." I joked.

Jenny raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled.

"Because you're all woman." I added.

"Thanks," she said, sounding happier.

Jenny and I sat together on the couch for the rest of the evening until she decided she was going to bed. I had lost all track of time until she spoke up. It was only then that I realized how late it was. I followed her up to her bedroom. She hugged me, then kissed my cheek before closing the door behind her.

Chapter 7

Over the next few days Jenny began searching for an apartment in earnest. Several times I found her studying ads in the local paper at the kitchen table. She asked my advice about listings and locations of apartments she had seen listed. I tried my best to give her advice. Some of the apartments listed were quite a ways from our house. I wanted her to live closer, but rather than saying as much I explained to her that they were a long commute from downtown.

Eventually Jenny settled on three apartments nearby that appealed to her. She called the superintendents and made appointments to view them. I readily agreed to go with her to look at them when she asked.

"Thanks so much for going with me, Nick, I really need a second opinion on these places." she said as she drove across town.

"No problem," I told Jenny "I'll tell you what I think, but really, it's up to you."

Jenny turned towards me and smiled as she drove. "Well, hopefully you'll be spending a lot of time there, so I want your opinion too."

The first apartment that Jenny and I looked at was nice. It was a two-bedroom place with a balcony. I would have encouraged her to take it if it were not for the fact that she had two other apartments to view still.

"I think you should take the second place we saw." I told Jenny later as we drank coffee downtown in a cafe.

"Why's that?" she asked.

"It's the biggest," I explained "plus the view is better, or I think so anyway. You can see Balfort Park from your balcony."

Jenny nodded, seeming to agree. "So you think I should take it?"

"I would." I told her.

Jenny reached for her cell phone in her purse. She called the superintendent and told him she wanted the apartment. A few minutes later she smiled as she ended the call.

"It got it!" she exclaimed, seeming very happy.

I leaned back in my chair, relived. That apartment was the nicest of the three, and closest to our house. I wasn't in a hurry for Jenny to move from our house, but I was certainly eager for her to have her own apartment where I could visit her without my parents' scrutiny.

Chapter 8

That Saturday morning was designated as moving day for Jenny. My father did not have to work and I had no classes, so it was ideal. Dad and I woke up early and followed Jenny to her new apartment.

It did not take long for us to unload the U-Haul trailer. We carried the contents in the apartment and put them where Jenny directed us.

Once we had finished it was quite obvious just how spartan Jenny's new apartment was. She would need to but more furniture eventually.

"Well, at least you have a bed." dad remarked as he looked around Jenny's apartment.

"That's all I need for now," Jenny said "I can buy more stuff next week. Nick can help me pick it out."

Jenny's remark took me by surprise, but I looked her way and nodded. I would be more than glad to help her with whatever she needed.

"Well, I guess we'll be getting back home." my father said.

Dad had no sooner gotten the words out of his mouth when Jenny spoke up. "Nick's going to spend some time with me. I'll drive him home later." she said.

That was news to me but I was able to keep a poker face so dad didn't suspect anything.

"Okay, if you need anything, or any more help, just let me know." dad told Jenny.

"Hopefully I won't. You guys have been a huge help today. Thank-you very much." Jenny told dad.

Jenny walked dad to the door. She slid her arms around his torso and kissed his cheek. It was a lingering, sensual kiss. Her body was pressed to his and I noticed her shifting her hips, grinding herself against him a bit. I was sure that had I not been there dad's hands would have roamed from Jenny's waist over the curves and mounds of her body. I pretended not to notice as I leaned back on the counter in the kitchenette.

I was grinning to myself after dad had left. Jenny locked the door and moved over beside me. She studied the look on my face, then smiled.

"What's so funny?" she asked.

"I was thinking that dad probably wanted to sneak a feel, but couldn't because I was here."

"I think you're right," Jenny said "he was hard. I could feel it poking into my stomach."

"Well, that's the effect you have on men."

Jenny moved around so she was standing in front of me. She put her hands on my waist and leaned against me, pressing me back against the counter. I could feel her soft, curvy body move against me. I grew hard instantly. The bulge in my jeans rubbed over the soft curve of her stomach, but I was not concerned with hiding my arousal. I loved the sensation and wanted it to last. I could feel her warm body through her thin white blouse as I held her. I glided my hands down her back until they were on the curves of her hips. Her skirt moved beneath my fingers. I wanted to tug at it and pull it up around her waist. It barely covered her thighs so I knew I would not have to raise it too far to reveal her panties.

"I see what you mean." Jenny had a sexy smile on her face as she glanced down to the front of my jeans.

"See or feel?" I joked.

"Feel," she corrected "I can't see it."

My heart was racing and my palms felt damp. Jenny was swaying her hips a bit, making my cock thicken as she rubbed her stomach against it.

"Do you want to see it?" I offered.

Jenny let out a soft gasp of surprise and her wide eyes locked on mine in disbelief. I could tell that she wanted to, or at least that she was giving it serious consideration.

I reached down between us and unbuttoned my jeans. As I slowly tugged at the zipper Jenny looked down, watching my hand. Once my jeans were unzipped completely I stopped. I could see my boxers showing through my open jeans.

"Well..." I said, looking into her eyes.

"I... I don't know." she said in a husky voice "of course I want to, but are you sure about this, Nick?"

"I've been sure for years."

Jenny giggled.

"You know, this is the first time that we've ever been alone and not had to worry about someone else being around."

"You're right. I never thought about that." she said.

"So we can do whatever we want." I reasoned.

"Yeah..." Jenny's breathy voice was sexy.

"What do you want to do?" I asked.

"I feel like being really wicked." She let out an embarrassed giggle.

"So do I." I replied.

"I can tell." Her eyes darted down to my open jeans, then back to mine.

Jenny was holding me by my hips. I took her right hand in mine and pressed her fingertips to my boxers and moved them around. Her fingers on me just inches above my cock felt great. I slid them down lower until I felt them slide along the base of my hard shaft for an inch or so. I pushed on the back of her hand, making sure she could feel how hard I was. Seconds later her fingertips disappeared inside my jeans.

"Oh my...Nick." she moaned.

"That's what you do to me, Jenny."

"I haven't touched a man there in so long." Now her fingers were rubbing a few inches of my cock through my boxers.

"Have you missed it?" I asked.

"Yes. I'm tired of just my fingers."

I gave her a surprised look at her revelation.

"Don't be shocked," she said, seeming shy "sometimes a girl's got to take care of herself, just like guys do."

"Did you do that while you were staying with us?"

Jenny gave me a bashful smile. "Almost every night."

"Now I know where I get my libido from." I laughed.

"I used to think I was a nympho," she said "the wind blows and I get wet sometimes."

"Like now?" I ventured.

Jenny never answered my question, but the look on her face told me what I wanted to know. For someone who could be as brazen as she could be, I was sometimes taken aback by how coy she could also be at times.

I slipped my thigh between hers, then pulled her to me. I could feel the warmth of her body on my leg as I pressed it to her crotch. When I began moving her hips so she rubbed against my thigh she closed her eyes and moaned. She leaned on my chest, holding my shoulders.

"If you keep doing that I might... you know." she breathed in my ear.

"Get off?"

"Yes." she answered with a soft, nervous laugh.

"When was the last time that happened?" I asked.

"Last night, after I went to bed."

"With someone else..."

"In another life," she whispered "one I wish never happened."

I tugged at the hem of Jenny's skirt. It crept up her thighs. When she gave no resistance I continued to pull at the fabric. Soon it was around her waist. I looked down and saw her white panties. They had lace around the front and I could see whisps of hair through it.

"I never wore sexy panties today," she said, almost apologizing "I wasn't really planning on you seeing them."

"Did you think I might?" I asked.

Jenny shrugged. Her head tilted down for a moment then she looked back up at me with a faint smile.

"Last night when I was in bed, you know, I sort of thought about something like this happening once I was in my own place."

"So did I." I admitted.

I hooked my finger in the top of Jenny's panties and pulled them away from her body. I peeked inside at the sparse patch of dark hair.

"I haven't shaved there in a while since no one would be seeing it, but maybe I should start again." Jenny sounded nervous as she spoke.

"If you want," I told her "there's nothing wrong with how it looks now."

Jenny bit her lower lip. Her eyes shifted left to right. "I guess what I meant was maybe you'll be seeing me there from now on. If you want to"

A wide smile grew on my face. "I'd love that, if it's what you want too."

Jenny gave me a shy smile and a silent nod.

I took another peek inside Jenny's panties, except this time I tugged them down a few inches.

"Maybe I better just take those off." she said, seeming amused by my leering.

Jenny took a step back and slid her panties down her legs. She stepped out of them and tossed them on the counter behind me.

My heart was pounding in my chest as Jenny took my hand and lead me down the narrow hall to her bedroom. She took a sheet from the pile of linen stacked in a corner and spread it out over the mattress, then turned towards me. Her movements were swift and assured as she unbuttoned her blouse. It slid down her arms to the floor. Seconds later her bra followed it.

Jenny looked beautiful as she stood in front of me, letting me admire her body. Her breasts were firm and her thick, dark nipples stood out towards me. I watched her breasts shake as she reached around to undo her skirt and slide it down her legs.

"Your turn." she said, sensing my nervousness.

I pulled my t-shirt off and tossed it aside. Jenny ran her fingers down my bare chest to my jeans. She helped me tug them and my boxers off. I felt awkward and shy standing there with my cock standing straight out towards Jenny, but she soon reassured me.

"You look amazing, Nick." she said as her eyes moved down my body.

"Thanks, so do you." I said.

Jenny sat down on the bed and pulled me towards her. I knelt beside her and she ran her hand down my cock. I drew in a deep breath to calm myself. Her touch was gentle and sensual.

"Come here." Jenny laid back on the bed. She bent her knees and opened her thighs as she held her hands up towards me.

I moved between Jenny's soft thighs, resting my hands on her knees. Her breasts rose from her chest. My eyes moved down the curves of her body to her wet lips. They parted as she separated her knees wider and I saw her moist, pink folds. Soon my cock would slide between them.

Jenny tugged at my arms, coaxing me down on top of her. I felt her fingertips glide down my spine. It made me quiver with anticipation. She curled her soft fingers around my shaft and gave it a slow, easy tug. I lowered myself onto her soft, warm nakedness.

When I felt the head of my cock slip inside Jenny's tight, wet body I moaned then took a few deep breaths. Jenny was patient and waited. I felt her squeeze me as my cock sank inside her the rest of the way. She wrapped her legs around my lower back and pushed up to meet me. She was breathing faster now and I could feel it run down my neck.

"It feels so good, Nick." she whispered.

I began moving my hips -- slowly at first, then faster as my arousal built. Jenny began to moan and clutched at my back. I gripped her shoulder and bent down to suck her nipple between my lips.

"Yes..." she cried out in a soft voice.

I was pumping my hips harder now, feeling my body meeting hers with each thrust deep into her. Her wetness coated my cock. Being inside Jenny felt better than anything I could have wished for.

"Faster, Nick... that feels so good... oh god." Jenny moaned through her clenched jaw.

I kept up the movements of my hips as I listened to Jenny moan beneath me. Her breasts shook harder as I pumped my cock into her faster. She was gripping my cock tighter, as though she never wanted me to remove it. I could feel her juice on my balls. They slapped against her harder as my cock moved in and out. I thought of slowing my pace or taking several more deep breaths to prolong the overwhelming feeling of pleasure, but I knew it was too late.

"I'm going to cum." I warned her.

Jenny held me tighter with her legs and have my cock a hard squeeze inside her.

"Cum in me... it's okay." Jenny's voice was throaty and breathy.

My body grew rigid and I let out a deep moan as I filled Jenny's tight pussy with my cum. She moaned and clutched my back, digging her fingernails in me. She reached down between us and began rubbing herself as I shot more cum inside her. I lay atop her for a while, feeling my cock soften.

I was panting as I rolled over on the bed beside Jenny. I watched her rubbing her clit. She slid two fingers inside her, mixing her juices with mine. About a minute later she cried out. Her back arched, then she collapsed on the bed, breathing hard. She rolled over and smiled.

"Oh god, Nick... that was... wow!" she gasped.

"That was so good. You're amazing, Jenny." I said.

Jenny raised up on her left elbow. I watched her breast sway. She leaned over and kissed my cheek, caressing it with her hand.

"I love you." she said, almost whispering.

I smiled and kissed her wet lips.

"I love you too, mom." I said.

Someone once said that all families are dysfunctional -- that they're all fucked-up in their own special way. I suppose many would say that of my family.

After having lived for nineteen years with kind, loving parents, Richard and Elaine, my world was rocked by the revelation that my father's sister, Jenny, was actually my birth mother. My feelings for Jenny had always been special. Okay... more like impure and lecherous, but I was never plagued by guilt because of that. Then, just as I was coming to terms with the news that Jenny was actually my mother rather than my aunt, I found out that she too felt the same taboo feelings for me. We both wrestled with those desires until we gave in to them and made love one time.

In the weeks following our encounter Jenny and I were both a little sheepish around one another, each trying to second-guess the other's thoughts and feelings. On top of that, we had to be careful to not betray ourselves around my parents, for fear that they would suspect that something clandestine was happening -- which it most certainly had. Then in the midst of all of this, Jenny made a proposal one July afternoon that both surprised and delighted me.

"How would you like to move in with me, Nick?"

It was a Saturday afternoon and she had been shopping at a mall for things that she still needed for her new apartment. When she posed her question about us living together I looked up from my burger and fries, speechless for a moment. Then I smiled, almost in disbelief.

"Move in... really... you mean it?" I drawled.

Jenny gave an emphatic nod, smiling back at me as her brown eyes shimmered for a moment. "Of course. I thought about it, then talked it over with Rich and Elaine," she said. "They think it would be good for us, since we're still kind of in a transitional phase." She paused a moment, then gave me a dour look. "I know I'll never really be a mother to you, Nick. I foolishly abdicated that responsibility when you were born, but I still want us to be close, and have some sort of mother-son relationship... as best we can anyway."

For a moment I feared that Jenny was going to cry and it pained me. I gave her a reassuring smile and said "But, youare my mother. You gave me life. Nothing or no one can ever take that away from you."

Seeming buoyed by my words, Jenny smiled, although there was still anguish in her eyes.

"Thank-you for saying that, Nick. It means the world to me," she said.

"Well, I mean it," I told her. Then, wanting to change the subject to something happier, I added

"So, you're really serious about me moving in -- Mom and Dad are too?"

"Absolutely!" she said. "But it's up to you, of course. Take all the time you need to think it over."

All the time I needed to think it over was about two seconds. "That would be great! When can I move in?" I asked, feeling my cheeks getting sore from smiling.

Jenny laughed at my eagerness. But when she noticed my eyes stray from hers, down to the front of her cardigan, the smile drained from her face. She sighed and cast a nervous glance left and right before beginning to speak in a hushed tone as she leaned closer.

"Nick, there's something that you and I have to discuss first," she began, then paused to frown. "What happened between us... you know... that was wonderful. I'll always consider it a very special memory we share, but you have to realize that we can't ever do that again -- especially if we're going to be living together."

"Why not?" I asked. "What happened was amazing, and if we're living together..."

Jenny held her hand up, silencing me. "If we're living together, Nick," she began. "It has to be a proper, chaste relationship. I want us to get to know one another all over again in a different context, and I don't want our... desire, to get the best of us."

"But why not?" I repeated, unable to hide my disappointment.

"Because I'm afraid it will ultimately tear us apart." Although her voice was soft, it was filled with resolve.

I sighed and folded my arms as I leaned back in my chair. "It won't tear us apart," I countered, trying to sound confident. "It will make us closer."

"That's not a chance I'm willing to take," Jenny said. She sounded almost frightened. "I love you, Nick. You mean the world to me, and I don't want to lose you after nineteen years of hiding the truth about who you are to me -- not because we let our libidos get the better of us. Do you understand?"

I could see tears pooling in Jenny's brown eyes as she spoke, and I felt guilty and very bad for her. I leaned forward again, resting my elbows on the table between us. "Okay... yeah," I relented.

"I understand, I guess."

Jenny reached across the table and gave my right hand a squeeze. "Thank-you, Nick," she said, her voice a bit shaky. "I know you don't really understand, and that you're disappointed, but I appreciate you respecting what I want. And, to be perfectly honest, I know how you feel. It's just that I think it's best that we focus on a chaste relationship, despite our feelings for each other."

"You mean that you... you still feel like I do?" I felt my eyes widen as my cock twitched and began to stiffen at the thought of her still wanting me.

Jenny gave me a bashful smile as her cheeks grew pink. She tightened her mouth and nodded. "But that doesn't mean we have to give in to those feelings, or let them rule us," she said.

"I guess not," I conceded. "But sometimes it's hard."

Jenny's eyes brightened again and she let out a brassy laugh. "It's hard, huh?" she retorted, darting her eyebrows upwards.

"You know what I meant," I said, then paused to smirk at her. "But, yes -- it is hard sometimes... like right now."

Once again, Jenny grew flustered, but smiled.

"Well, I'm afraid that from now on that will be something that you'll have to deal with on your own," she teased, sounding apologetic.

After we had finished eating I helped Jenny carry her shopping bags out to her car. What we decided, after I offered, was that I would go to her apartment to help her bring everything inside, then she would drive me home.

During the drive to Jenny's apartment my mind as racing with thoughts and ideas -- all of them lewd. Jenny may have wanted for us to live together as a typical mother and son would, but I had other plans and intentions. As she drove, I stared out of the passenger side window of her black Jetta with a devious smile on my face.

It had been weeks since I had been at Jenny's apartment -- that was when we'd had sex. Since then, she had finished unpacking everything and decorated it. On the far left side of the living room, beside the patio doors to the balcony, was a black leather couch. A wooden coffee table separated that from a television in the center of the room. Off to one side was a stereo. Racks of CDs were hung on the wall beside it. I looked around, surprised by how nice the place looked. Not that I questioned Jenny's taste, but I suppose I expected it to look more girly than it did. Looking around, I didn't notice any unused ashtrays or candy dishes resting on lace doilies, or white wicker shelves with silk flowers or potpourri dishes. Hanging on the wall behind the sofa was a lithograph ofSwans Reflecting Elephants.

I didn't know you liked Dali," I said with surprise.

Jenny took a step closer, looking up at the wall.

"Yeah, he's my favourite painter," she said.

I let out a grunt of surprise. "Mine too," I told her. "I must get it from you. That's weird."

I placed the bags in my hands on the living room floor in front of the sofa, then turned towards Jenny. Her eyes met mine and she brushed a length of her brown hair back over her right ear as she smiled.

"Thanks again for going with me today, and helping me carry all this stuff back," Jenny said. She was standing a few feet away, beside the bags she had just sat down at her feet.

"No problem," I said. "I'm glad that I could help." My cock began to throb as my eyes ran down her body. I sat down on the arm of the sofa, folding my arms on my lap.

"So, you think you'd like it here?" Jenny took a quick look around the apartment, seeming a bit insecure, then gave me a worried look.

"Are you kidding? I'd be happy anywhere you are," I told her.

Jenny walked over and stood beside me. She put her arm around my shoulder and looked into my eyes. "You're so sweet. I love you, Nick." She hugged me, and leaned down to kiss my forehead.

I could feel Jenny's silky hair brush the side of my head and face. From the corner of my eye I stared at the contour of her right breast, pushing out at the purple fabric of her cardigan. My arm went around her waist and I returned her embrace, sliding my hand down until it met the curve of her left hip and a bit of her ass. I held her tighter, wishing the moment would never end.

"I love you, too," I said.

My reply was met with a sexy giggle from Jenny and I raised my eyes to hers. She was grinning as she peered down at my lap. "Something tells me it's more like love -- with a good amount of lust mixed in," she teased.

I shrugged, feeling nervous. "Can you blame me?"

I said. "Besides, it's not like I can suddenly switch off those feelings, just because you want me to."

Jenny slipped her arm from around me, frowning.

"I know," she muttered, sounding empathetic.

"Do you know because you feel the same?" I turned around on the arm of the sofa to face her and pulled her closer by her waist until she was standing between my legs. My right hand slid down over her left hip to her firm ass. I gave it a squeeze as I smiled up into her eyes. "God, you're so sexy," I breathed.

For a few moments Jenny didn't resist, allowing me to caress her lovely ass, then she eased away, slipping from my grasp. "Nick, you're not making this easy on me," she said, sounding conflicted.

"I'm sorry, but do you think it's easy one me?" I countered, trying not to sound angry. "I love you, Jenny, and I respect you too, so I'll abide by whatever you want; I have no other choice. But you made a decision that effects both of us without discussing it with me first, and I have no say in the matter. You're in control here. I don't know how fair that is. And if you truly love me, at least please try to consider my feelings too. I've had a lot to deal with in the last little while, and I'm more fragile than I might let-on."

Jenny winced, realizing how she had wounded me, and avoided my eyes for a few moments. Then she said "I'm sorry. I just want to do what I think is best for us in the long run -- that's all."

I drew in a deep breath, then let it out as I collected my thoughts. "I didn't mean to sound harsh," I said. "It's just that I'm a little confused right now, and I'm dealing with a lot of mixed emotions."

"I think I know how you feel," Jenny said, then paused. "Do you want to get home now?"

I took that to mean that Jenny wanted some time alone, or at least time away from me so she could sort out her thoughts. "Yeah," I said with a nod.

Jenny turned and started making her way to the door. I followed, then as she was about to reach for the knob she turned towards me. "We'll work this out together, Nick," she said confidently.

"What's most important is that we love each other -- no matter what kind of relationship we have."

With that, she leaned into me and placed a soft kiss on my cheek and gave me a smile. It was then that I knew that whatever happened, things with Jenny and me would be alright.

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The next day I began to concentrate on getting ready to move, as well as the changing dynamic of my relationship with Jenny. It seemed rather obvious to me that she was conflicted about the boundaries that she had set between us. I, however, wasn't. I loved Jenny, and desired her as much as ever. If only somehow I could get her to perhaps reach some sort of compromise with me, or change her mind. We had already crossed a definite line, and once that happens, there's no going back. Things could never truly be the same between us now that we had been lovers -- no matter how much she might want to pretend otherwise.

It was decided that I would move in with Jenny the following Saturday, and I spent the week packing. Once Saturday arrived I had a hard time concealing my excitement. I did my best to not appear too happy though, for fear of hurting or offending my parents. It wasn't as though I was necessarily glad to be leaving their house and I didn't want them to think that was the case.

Dad rented a truck, and we got up early that morning and began packing my belongings in to it. He seemed a little surprised by how quickly I worked, bringing boxes and other things down from my room. I don't own a lot of things, and within a few hours the truck was packed and we were ready to drive over to Jenny's -- soon to be mine and Jenny's apartment.

Jenny greeted us at the apartment door and began helping Dad and me unload the truck. She was wearing jeans and a burgundy sweatshirt, but despite having dressed for comfort rather than style, she still looked lovely. Her hair was in a ponytail, and I noticed a hint of lip gloss. It was all I could do to not stare at her, or try to sneak a feel as we carried boxes of my belongings into the apartment. I could not wait for her and I to finally be alone.

"It looks even smaller with all your stuff in here," Jenny remarked. She looked about my new bedroom at her apartment. It was cluttered with boxes that had to be emptied and pieces of furniture. "Are you sure you'll be comfortable here, Nick?" she asked. Her dark eyes shifted about the room and she gave me a concerned look.

"I'm sure," I told her. "I'll only be in here mostly to sleep or surf the Internet. The rest of the time I'll be watching TV in the living room, or whatever." I tried to fight back as smile as I spoke the final word, but felt the corners of my mouth turn up a bit. Jenny's shimmering eyes caught mine and she turned away as she smirked.

"Well, I guess you have a lot of work to do, so I'm going to get back home," Dad said, taking a glance at his watch.

I was glad that he had decided to leave, but tried not to show it. "Thanks a lot, Dad," I told him. "I really appreciate you helping me move."

"Are you kidding? I did it because I'm glad to have you out of the house." Dad laughed and gave me a quick hug around my shoulders.

I followed Dad and Jenny to the door. My heart had sped up and I felt excitement and arousal welling inside of me at the thought of Jenny and me finally being alone. Once Dad had left she closed the door and turned towards me.

"Well, I guess you've still got a lot to do -- all the unpacking and stuff," she remarked, seeming a little nervous.

"Yeah, but it won't be so bad," I said as a wide smile broke out on my face. I looked into her eyes for a moment, then said "I'm really happy to be here. Thanks again, Jenny."

"You're more than welcome, Nick. Besides, I'm not doing it just for your sake," she reminded me.

"I'm glad to have you here too." She took a tentative step towards me and I was sure she was going to hug me, then she halted, seeming skittish.

Several uneasy seconds passed and I grew nervous.

"Well, I should start unpacking," I said with a sigh.

"Do you need any help with anything?"

I thought for a moment, considering Jenny's offer, then said "I could use some help getting the bed assembled, if you don't mind. I can do the rest on my own."

Jenny followed me down to my room and we got to work. My bed from home lay on the floor in four pieces, next to the mattress and box spring, which were leaning against the wall beside a bookcase and bureau. Jenny held the headboard while I hooked the supports for the box spring, then I affixed the footboard. Next, we put the box spring in place.

The mattress was rather awkward, and Jenny struggled a bit to take hold of it. As I watched her lean over to grasp the handles I noticed her heavy breasts swaying inside her sweatshirt. I gave a blatant stare at them as my cock throbbed. It was only when she looked up with a sly smile that the spell was broken and I realized that I had been leering.

"Are you going to help me get this on the bed or keep staring at me?" she asked, sounding a little annoyed.

"I have a choice?" I retorted with a brash grin, then helped her hoist the mattress in to the box spring.

Jenny sat down on the bed, catching her breath. She looked up at me, standing in front of her, and her eyes gravitated to the bulge in my jeans. I could feel my cock throbbing, but didn't dare look down to see how noticeable my erection was. I felt my cheeks grow warm, and forced myself to focus on her face. She wore a peculiar smile, which excited me even more.

Jenny planted her palms down on the edge of the mattress and arched her back slightly. Her breasts filled out the front of her sweatshirt even more in that posture. "You... ah... look happy to be here," she teased, glancing at my crotch. There was a bewitching glint in her eyes that fed my arousal.

I sat down on the bed beside Jenny. It was then that I noticed the faint outlines of her nipples standing out from her sweatshirt. I licked my lips, then smiled at her. "You look a little happy yourself," I replied, darting my eyes down to her chest again to emphasize my point.

Jenny followed my gaze, then shot me a bashful smile. "It's not that... I've been moving around and..."

"They woke up," I shot back with a sly grin.

Jenny let out a sexy giggle and pulled the right corner of her mouth up for an instant. "Yeah, you could say that," she said. "Sometimes they seem to have a mind of their own."

Once more my eyes went to Jenny's chest. Her nipples looked thicker now. Harder. Inviting. I recalled how they felt and looked when I had sucked on them weeks earlier. "Well, I like how they think," I quipped, still staring at them.

Jenny laughed. "Well, I think they'll be getting a lot of attention, with you around," she said.

"Oh?" I grunted as my eyes widened, probably sounding and looking encouraged.

"No -- not the kind of attention you're thinking about -- or would want to give them. Sorry, Nick," she said and chuckled. "I just meant that if I know you as well as I think I do, your eyes will be on them whenever you think I'm not looking."

I felt myself blush, and gave her a guilty smile.

Jenny draped her right arm around my shoulder and leaned against me, giving me a sideways glance.

"It's okay, Nick. I'm not mad. I'm realistic. I know that I can't expect you to just shut your feelings off, like you're a machine," she said.

"I just hope you'll respect the boundaries I've set."

"Yeah, definitely. Of course," I said with a nod and feeling guilty.

Jenny tugged at my shoulder, giving me a hug. "Thanks, Honey. Besides, you'll get tired of looking at me after a while, then spend your time looking at porn on the Internet."

Our laughter at Jenny's shrewd remark filled the bedroom and my eyes shifted towards her breasts again. I noticed them jiggle a bit as she laughed. There was little chance that I would choose looking at pictures of plastic women online in favour of Jenny, I thought to myself. A few seconds later, Jenny noticed me staring.

"Don't say it," she said, fighting a smile.

"Say what?" I asked, trying to act confused.

"Whatever you were thinking just now." Jenny slipped her arm from around me and rested it on her lap.

"I could say a lot of things," I retorted.

"Yeah... but it's probably best that you don't." Jenny's voice sounded almost stern as she spoke. She got up from the bed and turned to me, folding her arms self-consciously in front of her. "I'm going to go start supper," she told me. "You'll be hungry from all the unpacking. I'm making roast beef. Elaine says it's your favourite."