It was early June and a beautiful day. I had turned eighteen a few months ago and I was working hard to keep my grades up. It paid off as I received acceptances to both of the Universities I had shown interest in attending. One is located in a city near our home and the other, a State College, is located on the other side of the state. The closest one is my first choice but the State College would be far more affordable.
Relaxing on the couch deep in thought on how to earn some spending money for college, my thoughts were interrupted by the phone ringing. I heard Mom answer it in the kitchen and could tell by the conversation she was talking to her sister, Aunt Brenda. I went back to rehashing the various jobs I had done in the past to earn cash. After another few minutes, she called, "Mike, come here. I need to talk to you."
Michael was my name but she normally called me Mike. It's Michael if she's more serious and wants my attention. My mom's name is Beverly and Aunt Brenda calls her Bev or Sis. I've never called her anything but Mom. My mom has always made me address my aunt as Aunt Brenda, explaining it shows respect.
"Sure thing, Mom. I'll be right there," I replied and was curious as to what my aunt said to her to warrant wanting to talk to me. I went in and sat in a chair opposite my mom at the kitchen table as we always did for each meal. My parents divorced when I was less than a year old as my father didn't want a family. Mom and her sister got along well and routinely talked on the phone, so I wasn't surprised when she appeared happy after her talk with her.
"Mike, Brenda needs some jobs done on her property and was wondering if you'd be interested in earning some extra money for college. A landscaping service normally does the work but when we discussed your college expenses, she thought it'd be good to hire you instead."
"Sure, Mom. Sounds great. I was thinking of ways of making some money this summer. When does she want me to start?"
"As soon as you can. She's anxious to get things wrapped up before the heat of the summer arrives."
"Great, I'll get ready and head down. Thanks for helping out, Mom," I replied as I was already getting up and heading to my room to get some work clothes on. The money I'd earn was nice but more importantly, working around my aunt was what I was looking forward to the most.
My aunt is thirty-six, three years younger than my mom and very cute. She has a great smile and a cheerful, vibrant attitude that is infectious when around her. She married right after college and her husband soon became the minister in town. They live in a large church provided manse located two blocks from us.
He hasn't been around for several years traveling around the nation helping other churches implement various programs. His visits are rare and when he does, he spends all his time at the church. I'm not sure why she stays with him other than the fact his family is wealthy, so she lives in style and has an excess of funds to spend as she pleases.
I was more than happy to work for my aunt if nothing else to ogle her great body to add to my fantasy collection of her. She has always been flirty and touchy, hugging and tickling me whenever we were close. Although she is by herself most of the time, she has kept thin and in shape. She is one of the hotter women in town and even though my uncle isn't much of a husband, she is pretty much untouchable because of her relationship to the church.
After saying goodbye to Mom, I headed down to my aunt's house getting semi-hard at the thought of seeing Auntie. Although my mom insists I call her Aunt Brenda, I have always called her Auntie when we're alone together. I knocked on the door and heard her footsteps before she opened the door to greet me.
"Mikey, so glad to see you. You're turning into quite the young man!" exclaimed my beautiful aunt. My mom and aunt always called me Mikey when I was young. Mom had changed to calling me Mike as I got older but my aunt still called me Mikey. She immediately hugged me and tickled my sides as she has in the past. I took advantage of it this time and squirmed around, mashing her breasts against my chest. Finally releasing me, she grabbed my hand and led me over to her work area in the large living room.
"I've made up a list for you to do. It looks like it might take a couple of weeks depending on how fast you work," she said as she handed me the assignments. She added, "I think instead of an hourly wage, I'd like to propose a set amount for the entire job. The normal service would charge a thousand dollars for this much work. Is that okay?"
I knew she was wealthy, but looking at the items to be done, this was a large sum of money for the small amount of work. I wasn't going to complain as I needed the money.
"That's great, Auntie. I'll begin right away with the outside work."
Most of the jobs listed were trimming bushes and garden bed maintenance. I went out and started down the list. After a couple of hours, my aunt came out to check on me. She was wearing some shorts showing off her perfectly toned legs and smooth skin. I couldn't help but stare but tried not to be too obvious. She asked me to go inside to take an iced tea break with her. I agreed as I was pretty thirsty. It was terribly hot and I was thankful for a chance at getting out of the sun. My bonus was the opportunity to leer at my aunt's legs as I closely followed her into her house.
We sat and talked while drinking our cold drinks. Her smile is always intoxicating and I was as happy sitting there talking to her as I was earlier, staring at her legs. She kept her hair short in a pixie style that framed her face perfectly. After I finished my drink, I told her I needed to get back out in order to do a couple more hours of work before going home for dinner.
She came out to inspect my work when I was ready to quit and was very pleased to see how much I had accomplished. She was disappointed when I told her I needed to go and suggested I stay and eat with her. She could also wash my clothes while we were eating, giving my mother a break while I was working. I told her Mom was expecting me but thanked her for the offer.
She met me when I was ready to leave and reached out to hug me, which isn't unusual for her. I was more than happy to hold my hot aunt in my arms. We hugged and she kept squeezing longer than usual. I noticed she was moving in order to smash her breasts into me. All too soon, she was done. Raising her hands, she held my head, staring into my eyes. I still had my arms wrapped around her.
"Mikey, you are so darned cute. My Doctor told me I shouldn't do this, but for you, I'm going to make an exception." She pulled my head down so our lips touched. I could feel her body go limp and I had to hold her so she didn't fall down. I thought she might be having some kind of a fainting spell so I broke off the kiss and looked down to see she was opening her eyes as if waking from a dream.
"I hope I didn't scare you, Mikey. That's why my physician told me I shouldn't kiss people. I have a rare condition that occurs when my lips come into contact with a man's lips. I fall into a type of coma where I zone out and have no idea of anything that happens. I come out of it fast after my lips lose contact."
I was in disbelief, not only of hearing this bizarre condition but also because I ended it so soon thinking something was wrong. I'd thought about questioning her on this far fetched diagnosis, but I didn't want to spoil any future kissing possibilities. My mind was racing as to how I could use this to my advantage with my aunt.
"No problem, Auntie. I'll have to hold on to you tighter in the future so you don't fall. I wouldn't want my favorite aunt to get injured on my watch."
She laughed as we parted ways. I arrived back home at the same time as Mom. She commented on my dirty, sweaty condition and instructed me to take a shower and throw my clothes in the washer. I told her about her sister offering to feed me and clean my clothes and how I told her that I refused because my mother liked us eating dinner together.
She paused and looked as if she was trying to make a decision before she stated, "Mike, that's a great idea. I could use some time off. It'd be nice for you to stay there longer and visit while eating and waiting for the laundry. I don't think she gets much company. I feel sorry for her with that loser husband gone all the time. If she wants to take over my maid duties in exchange for the company, more power to her."
I didn't want to act too excited, but I couldn't wait to spend more time with my aunt. I told her that would work out great. I could work on the list later and get more items done. I went to my room, showered and went back to the kitchen to eat dinner. While eating I compared Mom to my aunt. They had similar features and were both beautiful. I wasn't sure about her breasts as she didn't hug me like Brenda. We had a great relationship but had never touched much growing up. She kept her hair at shoulder length and usually tied it up when at work and let it back down when she was home with me. She was a brunette as was my aunt.
I was checking her out when I stopped at her lips. I was thinking back to my aunt's condition and wondered whether it was hereditary and that was the reason my mother never kissed me. I was deep in thought when my mom caught my stare and knocked me out of it. "Michael, have you heard anything I've said?"
That brought me out of my dream. I made up some excuse about thinking about the items on the list and was careful to not drift off again while we talked over dinner. When done, we moved to the living room, watched some TV and retired to our rooms. I punished my cock hard that night with yet another fantasy of me fucking my aunt. I got little sleep, thinking how tomorrow might turn out.
I slept in late the next morning. Mom had already left for work, so I grabbed a quick bite and got dressed. I put on a pair of silk gym shorts to wear while working since it was getting hotter. As an added bonus it'd be easier to shift my hard cock than the confining jeans. I took down a pair of pants to wear back home at night so Mom wouldn't get suspicious.
Aunt Brenda answered the door and was wearing the same shorts as yesterday. Her blouse was a Crop Top style that looked like it was designed to end at her waist; however, it was sized for a smaller breasted woman. Her breasts pushed out the material so much it made the bottom rise showing a couple inches of bare skin above her shorts. This also caused the bottom front of the blouse to stick out, providing an inviting opening. The morning hug along with seeing her exposed skin gave me an instant erection. I backed my hips away from her not wanting to alarm her.
She pulled back and I could see her eyes going up and down my legs checking them out. "Mikey, I see the heat is getting to you, too. Now I can stare at your legs all day the way you've been staring at mine."
I'm not sure if she saw me blushing, but she didn't say anything more about it. She continued with her conversation without waiting for a reply. She told me I didn't need to knock at her door anymore each morning. We were family and it just caused her to stop and answer it.
Agreeing with her, I repeated Mom's conversation about me staying here for dinner and staying longer until my clothes were cleaned. I didn't tell her what Mom said about her husband but did tell her Mom would appreciate the break.
She was elated at the news and said, "Oh, that's super, Mikey. I'd love to take care of my nephew. I don't get to pamper a man much. It'll be so much fun."
I threw my jeans in the spare bedroom and headed out the back door to continue work. I labored through the day until late afternoon when my aunt showed up to inspect my progress. She was impressed again today on the amount of work I had completed and told me to take a shower because dinner was ready. She instructed me to throw my clothes outside the door and use the robe in the bathroom.
I did as she asked and while I was in the shower I heard her outside the door picking up my clothes to take to the washer. The terry cloth robe came down to mid-thigh. The material was soft and felt great. Hopefully, it was heavy enough to conceal the inevitable hard-on that was sure to spring up around my aunt.
We ate and had an enjoyable talk. She got up and cleaned up the table. I stiffened again, watching her move around the kitchen. Her legs were so sexy and firm. I wanted to squeeze them, but I was cautious not to stare too much so she wouldn't catch me.
The washer alarm went off, signaling the clothes were finished. My aunt excused herself to transfer them to the dryer. On her way, she told me to go watch some TV. She came back from the laundry room and sat down on the couch beside me. Her leg was up against mine and we had bare skin touching from where the robe didn't cover. I was glad my hard prick was pressed against my stomach and not straight up in the air.
After thirty minutes of bliss, she got up to take my clothes out of the dryer. When she came back, she held her hands out to hold mine, pulling me off the couch. Once again she hugged me and thanked me for everything. She placed her hands on my head again and pulled me down for a kiss.
I felt her go limp as soon as we touched. I was careful this time and held her tight so her lips wouldn't pull away. I kicked myself for not having a plan on what I'd do if this happened again, but the image of those legs all day was overriding all decisions. I held her tight with my left arm and reached down with my right hand to caress her leg directly above her knee. I ran it up and down her smooth hot leg.
Taking a risk, I grabbed the back of her thigh and squeezed. This was heaven, her thigh was better than I had fantasized, firm and hot. I reached up to hold her covered buns, squeezing one of her round ass cheeks. I could feel a burst of exhaled air leave her nose, so I quickly moved my hand back up and released my lips. She came out of it fast.
"Whew, that was nice, Mikey. When I zone out it's refreshing when I come to. It's a really nice relaxation technique. I appreciate you putting up with me. I wouldn't trust anyone else as they might try to take advantage."
I felt guilty as that was exactly what I was doing, but I was also relieved she didn't mention me groping her. "That's great, Auntie. I'm glad to help."
She just smiled and told me she was going to go take her shower. I went to get changed, ready to call it a day. I went to the spare bedroom and got dressed. When finished, I heard the shower stop in her bedroom. Going out to the entryway, she met me, clad in the same style terry cloth robe. I wasn't sure if she was naked underneath with the heavy material, but I was fantasizing she was. I was ready to go out the door when she came up and hugged me to send me off.
All thoughts of not taking advantage of her went out the door with that hug. As she pulled away I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers again. As soon as she went limp I ran my right hand up her thigh under the robe and sure enough, she wasn't wearing panties. I had my hand on her bare ass and was squeezing it like a new found toy. My mind kept bringing up the image of her blouse she wore today that had that inviting opening at the bottom. I so much wanted to run my hand up that opening and explore.
Without realizing it, I had brought my hand up and was reaching in her robe. I soon had my prize as I was cupping a bare breast. It was more firm and smooth than I had imagined. I squeezed it as if milking it before wrapping my fingers around her nipple to find it hard and pointed. Her breathing had changed and was getting much heavier. There was still no indication she was conscious so I continued to caress her breast. After several minutes, I began to worry again she might come out of it, so I reluctantly withdrew my hand and adjusted her robe. I put my arm back around her waist and pulled away from her.
Dreamily, she opened her eyes and softly spoke, "Oh, Mikey. You are so good to your aunt. I feel so relaxed and won't have any trouble sleeping tonight. See you tomorrow and give my love to your mother."
I said goodbye with a grin as big as my hard-on. Hastily, I went directly to my room when I got home to drain my aching prick. With my groping memories still fresh, I soon blasted off globs of cum. Relieved and thinking a little clearer, I went out to watch some TV with Mom. Soon after, I went to bed exhausted.
I woke up early the next morning excited to get down to my aunt's place. I couldn't wait to help her 'relax' today. The minute I heard Mom pull out of the driveway I left for my aunt's place. When I got there I went through the front door as she instructed. I could hear her in the kitchen, probably fixing herself some breakfast, so I went in to say good morning to her.
She was facing away from me when I entered, allowing me to check out her scantily clad body. She was wearing another short blouse open at the bottom along with a short tennis skirt that had a colorful floral pattern. Her beautiful legs were exposed and I could hardly keep myself from going up and stroking them.
"Good Morning, Auntie! That's a beautiful skirt you're wearing today. So festive!"
"Thanks, Mikey. It's turning so sunny and hot, I felt like wearing a skirt to match the weather," she responded. "Please sit down and let me feed you breakfast. It's so lonely eating every day by myself. I'd appreciate your company."
Leaving home in such a hurry, I forgot I hadn't eaten. I didn't argue, sat down and watched her finish preparing breakfast. She brought over the food and we ate while talking about what I'd work on today. Thankfully, my shorts didn't have a tent by the end of the meal, so I was able to stand up without too much embarrassment. I was ready to go out to start working when she came over and stood in front of me. She squeezed in between me and the table, so she was almost sitting on the table.
She was close enough I could smell a floral scent from her morning shower. With a playful look, she hugged me and when she released, she began tickling me on my sides. I squirmed as usual when a thought stuck me. This opens up a perfect opportunity to flirt with my sexy aunt. I grabbed her exposed midriff and tickled her at the same time. She giggled and moved around causing my hands to go up to the bottom of her ribcage. Her skin was so smooth and firm and was hot to the touch. I could have done this forever, but she ended it by wrapping her arms around me and hugged me.
She was giggling when she told me that this was the first time I tickled her back all these years. She said she'd have to start refraining from teasing me now, since I was older. As we parted, she backed closer to the table and before she could move away I lowered my lips to hers, holding her firm so she wouldn't fall. She relaxed as usual and I was able to lower her to the table to support her weight.
Still having my lips on hers, both hands were free to explore. I brought them to her sides and ran them up under her open blouse. What luck! She wasn't wearing a bra and both hands were soon filled full of firm, round breasts. I couldn't believe my luck having my aunt's perky, meaty tits in my hot hands. I squeezed them, carefully maintaining lip contact. Her breath was getting heavy again, but I wasn't stopping now. I grabbed each nipple with my fingers and teased them. They popped out, filling with hot blood. Her breathing increased and she was having trouble getting enough air in through her nose. I could feel her lips start to break off so I quickly lowered my hands and wrapped my hands around her to bring her back up to a standing position.
She pulled back and exclaimed, "Wow, that was relaxing but I feel like I've run a mile, I'm panting so much. I'm going to have to stay here and catch my breath. I'll catch up with you outside."
"See you later. You don't need to help me. It's all simple work today," I said as I left. I kicked myself for not exploring those beautiful legs and thighs. I was getting most of the things off the task list and was worried my groping entertainment would soon come to an end. Early afternoon, my aunt came out to check on the work. I eyed her as she walked around checking out the various tasks I had done. At one garden bed, she bent over to straighten up an ornament that had fallen over.
I was openly staring as I had a perfect view of her backside and could check her out without her noticing. Fortunately, there is a high cedar fence around the yard so it was private, preventing spying from nosy neighbors. When she bent over, her skirt rose to show off her perfect thighs and then her light pink panties came into view. They were tight and rose up on her ass cheeks. I was so busy staring at her sexy panty-clad ass, I missed the fact when she bent over her open blouse allowed me to see her hanging breasts. I could see the entire underside of her magnificent mounds as they hung down, pendulously swinging as she was working in the bed.
I had to adjust my shorts to accommodate my rock hard prick and glanced down to make sure it wasn't too noticeable. When I looked back up to check out my aunt again, she was standing and staring at me. She didn't say anything as she walked by me to go inside. As she opened the door, she yelled, "Great job, Mikey. Come inside for some dinner now." I wrapped things up, went in to clean up and went to the kitchen to eat.
We ate and discussed my work progress during our meal. I could hardly concentrate as I was thinking about how to proceed on my next 'relaxation' session. After we were finished, she got up and cleaned the table. When I thought we would hug again, she surprised me when she told me to take my shower so she could throw my clothes in the laundry. She said she was going to take one too and to meet her in the living room.
There was plenty of daylight left to do some more chores, so I was surprised she wanted me to shower and quit working for the day. I wasn't going to complain about sitting on a couch with my aunt wearing our robes so I went straight to the shower. I was done drying myself off when I heard a light knock and my aunt say, "I have your clothes in the wash. Could you come to my bedroom and help me with something when you're done?"
"Of course, Auntie. Be right there," having my own idea of how I could help her in the bedroom but figured it was something she wanted to be done from the list. That's probably why she ended my outside activities early today, to work on the inside jobs. I put on my robe and headed to her bedroom. She was lying face down on her bed with a sheet pulled up to under her armpits. Her lovely neck, shoulders and the top of her back were exposed.
She had her head turned to me and was smiling seductively and I was starting to harden, thinking my dreams were coming true. I was soon brought to reality when she stated, "If you wouldn't mind, could you give my shoulders a massage. I feel a little tense today."
"Of course, I don't have much experience, but I'll do my best," I said. I went to the bed and reached over to massage the tops of her shoulders. It was awkward leaning over and I was afraid she was going to notice my robe tenting out.
She solved my dilemma when she told me to get up and straddle her to do it properly. I quickly positioned myself on top of her and resumed rubbing her smooth neck and shoulders. She hummed contently, so I figured I wasn't doing too bad of a job. She raised her hands and pulled the sheet down as far as she could before it hit my legs, explaining, "It feels so good. You're doing a great job, please continue with my back."
I gladly complied, stroking her entire back and the sides of her ribs. Her breasts were pushed down in the mattress but I could see some of the sides that were flattened and pushed out. They begged to be held, but she was fully aware of her surroundings so I wasn't going to risk ending my fantasy. Her humming was turning into low groaning. I decided to see how far I could escalate my caressing.
I shifted my legs back and more aggressively massaged her lower back, moving the sheet down on each down stroke. The sheet was halfway down her ass revealing the top half of her firm cheeks. I massaged her buns and she didn't react, so I continued to move the sheet down as my massaging hands followed. She was still groaning and seemed happy to allow me full access. I moved back far enough to pull the sheet down to her ankles and began to massage the backs of her legs. My prick was hard as ever and thankfully she could not see the tent in my robe as I massaged her legs.
I worked on her lower legs, ran my hands up her thighs, ending at her ass cheeks. As I had to lean over to reach her soft buns, my robe kept rubbing on her legs each stroke. She stirred and acted like she was done, so I figured my entertainment was ready to come to an end.
"Mikey, your robe is chafing the backs of my legs," she huskily said. "Would it bother you much if you removed it?"
I quickly removed my robe not saying anything, knowing I wouldn't be able to hide my excitement in my voice. My legs were on either side of her and I made sure we had full contact as I continued my massage. I worked on her legs, encircling them with my hands in the pretense of massaging the fronts and backs together. As I got higher the skin felt hotter or it might have been my own blood boiling. I was caressing her mid-thighs while staring at her glorious ass. Her groans turned to moans and she was breathing a lot heavier.
She squirmed and in the process she raised her hips while I had both hands wrapped around her thigh. She was high enough off the bed to expose her bald, wet pussy. Damn, what a sight. Did she know she was exposing herself or was she into the massage so much she wasn't aware? I didn't care. I was getting the show of my life.
She soon lowered herself back down. She told me her legs were good enough and I should move back to her shoulders. I crawled up, straddling her being careful not to scrape my rock hard prick on her backside. I massaged her shoulders and it wasn't long before she said, "That's enough, time for a reward for such a good massage."
She flipped over, held my head and pulled me down to her lips. I got a glimpse of those wonderful breasts before our lips met. She went limp and I didn't hesitate this time. My hands went right to her breasts, squeezing and twisting her nipples. Her breathing was still heavy but this time she managed to breathe enough through her mouth while maintaining contact.
This made me more confident to proceed. I reached down with my left hand, gripped her thigh and moved her leg to the side. It moved over easily, maybe a reflex action by having someone touch it. There was room to place my knees between her legs. I nudged her other leg and it moved out to the side. There I was with my hard prick aimed at her pussy. I wanted so much to ram it in, but the consequences of her waking up with my cock deep in her cunt would be harder to explain than getting caught groping her breasts.
I thought it over and decided I wouldn't fuck her but I could at least rub her pussy lips with the head of my dick. I reached down and guided my prick to her lips and rubbed it up and down. It was slick and hot causing me to pant as heavy as she was. It was hard to maintain lip contact and continue using my aunt in a way a nephew shouldn't be doing.
Right when I thought about pushing my hard prick in just an inch, her hands gripped my head, pulled me up so she could look into my eyes and lustfully said, "Are you going to fuck me or just tease me?"
I guess I looked startled as she said, "Good Lord, Mikey. You didn't believe that lip coma nonsense, did you? I was trying to build your confidence enough to fuck my hungry cunt."
"Anything for my favorite aunt," I responded as I gladly shoved my prick into her wet channel. I pushed slowly to allow her to adjust to my invading cock as it was tight. I continued to push my cock into her yielding pussy that was becoming easier as we both released precum juices. She pulled my head down and frantically kissed me. No longer under the pretense of her medical condition, this was no simple lip touching. She was mauling my tongue with hers and her excitement was quickly building.
Fully buried in her cunt, my balls became trapped in her wet bare crotch. I reached up and mauled her breasts, not having to care whether she was in her fake coma now. Each time I twisted her nipples she'd thrash under me.
"Oh, yes. Squeeze my nipples. They're so sensitive," screamed my aunt. "You don't know what that does to me. You've been driving me crazy the last few days playing with them and not finishing the job."
"Don't worry, Auntie. I'll make up for it now," I said. Furiously thrusting in and out of her pussy, she loosened up as fluids gushed around my cock. She was experiencing several mini-orgasms, finally receiving the cock she desperately needed. We rutted like animals, making up for the days of foreplay we had gone through.
She raised her legs over my back, raising her pelvis off the bed as I pounded her like a jackhammer. She was screaming and I was thankful the yard was surrounded with soundproofing hedges, so her neighbors wouldn't hear my aunt getting a royal fucking from her nephew. I continued to thrust into her while she ran her arms up and down my back. We were both panting loudly, enjoying the first incestuous fuck, which I was hoping the first of many.
"Oh, Sweetie. I'm ready to come," screamed my aunt. "You're fucking your horny aunt so good. I'm almost there."
I was too. My balls were tanked up, ready to shoot out a load of hot sperm and I didn't know whether I should pull out or deposit it deep in her pussy. Having no desire to ruin any future couplings, I decided to ask her as delicately as possible.
"My balls are ready to blast," I croaked. "Do you want me to pull out, Auntie?" So much for delicacy, but there wasn't much blood left in my brain. She got the point.
"Fill me with your hot sperm. I need to feel you quenching my burning cunt. Don't worry, I stayed on the pill for my complexion."
Upon hearing that, I plunged as fast as I could, twisting her nipples hard. She moved her hands to the back of my head, mashing my face to hers as hard as she could, so we could fuck each other's mouths with our tongues. She released my lips enough to exclaim to the world her orgasm was wracking her body. "Oh, God. I've never come so hard. Fuck me! Your prick feels so good," screamed my squirming aunt. "Fill me full of cum, Honey! Your auntie needs a good fucking!"
My bulbous head swelled and I could feel my balls ready to explode. I mauled her mouth again as I spurted into her cock-starved pussy. Her throbbing cunt squeezed my prick like a vice and it would've been difficult to keep pounding if not for the fact she was so slick and hot. I kept plowing into her, depositing load after load deep into her depths.
She stopped convulsing and we stayed coupled, enjoying the aftermath of a wondrous fuck. She broke the silence as she confessed, "I guess I can tell you now, that this was the main thing on the list of things I wanted from you. I've been waiting for years to seduce you and finally got enough nerve to do it."
I pulled out of her, hearing a sucking, squishy sound and replied, "If I knew this was on my list, It would have been elevated to number one. You've been driving me crazy the last few days." We both laughed at our missed opportunities.
She explained my new work schedule, which would consist of sexually satisfying my horny aunt. We rested, we fucked again and finally I got dressed to go home later than usual. Mom was ready to retire to her room for the night, so I only had a minute to talk with her in the hallway before I went to my room. She gave me an odd look as I went by her to my room, but I didn't ask her what was wrong. Could she smell the sex smeared on me from my incestuous coupling with Aunt Brenda or did she pick up on her perfume? I didn't dwell too long on her reaction as I was too tired to think straight.
For the next few days, our routine would be to fuck in the morning, do some of the items on the list and continue with our sex marathon until I went home. She'd wear the same type of skirt and blouse each day with no bra or panties. I'd wear my gym shorts with no underwear and we'd have fun flashing each other, getting ourselves worked up for the evening round of fucking.
This repeated until Friday. It was early afternoon and I was transplanting some flowers in a bed near the house under an open living room window. My aunt was in the house cleaning up and we were chatting away, enjoying the day. I heard the garden gate latch click and in through the gate came my mother. Here I was in my silk shorts with a hard-on from getting flashed all day. Fortunately, I was crouched to the side so she couldn't see my raging boner. She moved up to a couple feet away and I saw her eyes traveling up and down my legs.
"Michael, what are you thinking, wearing those nice silk shorts while working in the dirt? They'll get wrecked. Where are the jeans you normally wear?"
My first thoughts were 'Well, it's better this way so I can pull them down and fuck your sister's brains out', but I knew that wouldn't be an appropriate response. Timing it perfectly, my aunt came out of the house to rescue me. She must have changed clothes as soon as she saw my mom come through the gate because she had on a much longer skirt and was wearing a wrap which concealed her braless tits bouncing under her revealing blouse.
She saved me from struggling by answering my mom. "Hi, Bev. I told him to wear them as it's so hot out and I didn't want him to suffer from the heat. Those jeans always take so long to dry, too. This allows him more time to work on my list."
Mom shifted her stance, thinking it over and conceded, "Yes, it is getting rather warm. Well, if it allowed him to work longer, it's a good thing."
Wanting to change the subject, I piped, "Mom, you're home early from work. Is anything wrong?"
She was still wearing her work clothes which were conservative but her dress was one I hadn't seen before. It was shorter and came down to three inches above her knees. From my angle, I could get a good look at her legs and noticed she wasn't wearing nylons. She had no need to as her legs looked flawless. I carefully scanned up and looked up as far as could without getting caught and was able to get a glimpse of her mid-thighs. They looked like they might be thinner than her sister's, probably because she does a lot of walking at work.
She brought me out of my trance when she told us that she took the rest of the afternoon off because she started a two-week vacation today. She normally tells me of any of her planned breaks so I was surprised, although she has taken them on a whim to relax after a strenuous work-related project. She looked at my aunt and addressed her, "Brenda, I was wondering if I could borrow my son for the next few weeks. Since I have it off, I thought it'd be good to get some things done around the house and do some activities together before he goes off to college next fall."
Damn, I could see my daily fucking was coming to an end or at least delayed until Mom went back to work. Aunt Brenda quickly responded, "Sure, Bev. He's almost done with the list. Mikey's been such a good worker this last week. I don't know what I would've done without his help."
My eyes had since gone back to Mom's legs and I was mentally stroking them as I had my aunt's for the last week. Aunt Brenda was on the side of me away from Mom and she could clearly see my prick hardening at a fast rate, tenting my shorts. She showed a knowledgeable smirk as she finished the conversation with my mother.
My aunt told my mother we'd wrap up the list, she'd feed me, clean my clothes and send me home as soon as possible. Mom seemed happy at the outcome, turned and walked toward the gate. My eyes were on her fine legs and bouncing ass as she moved away. As soon as she was out the gate, my aunt came over and held out her hand to motion me to get up. When I was up, she yanked me into the house.
Once inside, she turned and was smiling like she knew a secret. Taking ahold of my shorts, she quickly pulled them down. She got down on her knees and clutched my hard prick with one hand and held it like a microphone a few inches from her mouth. As if talking to my cock she announced, "I don't know if it was me or your mother that got you in this condition, but I'm going to reap the rewards."
She wrapped her lips around my hard prick and began tonguing the sensitive head. The sensation was unbelievable. I felt shivers run up and down my spine and began panting, gasping for breath. She grabbed my balls with one hand and massaged my nuts. She fucked me with her hot mouth, rapidly going up and down on my shaft. She was lightly scraping the sides of my steel hard prick with her teeth, swirling her tongue around the head when she could. She backed her mouth off to hold my helmeted head and was swirling her tongue all around the rim, driving me crazy. With her other hand, she tightly gripped my length and stroked it as fast and hard as she could.
I was screaming with excitement as I shrieked, "Wow Auntie, you suck cock like a pro. I can't believe how good it feels. I can feel my cum starting to boil!"
I thought I could hold out longer, but the minute I thought back to Mom's long legs outside, I erupted in my aunt's mouth. She swallowed it down, not missing a drop. She continued to milk my cock until I was dry. She released me, stood up and pulled my shorts up as she went. She wrapped her arms around me and french-kissed me. There was a faint saltiness taste of my sperm in her mouth. She had devoured most of it. She was heated up and was panting as if she was the one who had an orgasm.
After a few minutes, she backed up, still smiling and looked the happiest I've seen her. "I hope that holds you off until we can do a proper send-off. Let's eat, shower and make love before I turn you over to your hot mother." Her sexy smirk led me to believe she was holding something back.
She hastily prepared a snack, wanting to get to the main event as soon as possible. We ate and talked about the few jobs that were left on the list. She said we needed to take our showers and get my clothes in the wash. I went with her to the laundry room, threw my clothes in and went for my shower. When finished, I went to the living room and saw my aunt was on the couch watching TV.
I sat with her while we talked and watched a sitcom. I felt some stirrings again, sitting close to my hot aunt. I leaned over and kissed her, reached in her robe and held her breast. We kissed several times and I thought we might end up fucking right on the couch. That's when we heard the washing machine buzzer go off.
My aunt got up to put the clothes in the dryer and turned to talk to me. She lovingly said, "Mikey, would you do me a big favor? Could we re-enact the first time we made love. The time you gave me a long massage and fucked my brains out? That was a memory I'll savor for a long time and I'd like to repeat it. Let me put the clothes in the dryer and I'll meet you in my room."
"You bet, Auntie. That was the best chore on your list," I laughingly told her. She left and I waited a few minutes before going to my aunt's room for our parting fuck. I opened her door and she was in bed, like before."Hey, I bet you could use a good massage from your nephew," I said, starting the re-enactment, not exactly repeating as our earlier performance but close enough.
"Oh yes, I need a pair of strong hands to loosen me up. Come up here and get to work!"
I positioned myself as before and began a slow sensual massage of her shoulders and back. I kept moving the sheet down as before. After I got it down to the top of her ass, I stroked up and down her smooth back and this time I went over and down to run my hands along her full breasts on either side. She was groaning in pleasure and every third or fourth time I would run my hands underneath her breasts and scrape her nipples along the way. She would shake each time I'd rub her sensitive nipples.
She teasingly said, "Mikey, I don't remember giving you permission to grope my breasts during my massage. I think you're being bad. I sure don't remember you taking this much privilege during our first massage."
"I know, Auntie. I'm replaying it the way I wanted to do it the first time. Let me take care of you the way no nephew should be taking care of his aunt."
On that note, I reached under and captured each nipple. Twisting them resulted in a sharp intake of breath from her along with heavy breathing. I proceeded down to her ass, moving the sheet below her cheeks. I squeezed and mauled those luscious globes before moving the sheet down to her ankles. I removed my robe and grabbed her firm thighs and began a deep massage. Instead of waiting for her to raise her pelvis to give me a cunt shot as before, I captured her upper thighs with both hands. Lifting up her ass, I exposed her leaking, excited pussy.
"Oh my, another deviation, Mikey? Is this the way you thought it should have happened?" my aunt playfully cried out.
"Yes, I remember at this point I kissed you on the lips and you went limp. Let me try a different set of lips this time."
I lowered my mouth and mashed it on her pussy lips, running my tongue up and down her fat labia causing her to yelp out.
"Oh, Mikey. That feels so good," she screamed. "Suck my pussy. Your tongue is driving me crazy!"
I ravaged her pussy with my mouth, pushing my tongue in as far as I could. She was leaking profusely as I sucked on her pussy, drinking in her sweet nectar. I used my tongue to explore her gash, seeking her sensitive nub. Once found, I encircled it with my lips causing her pelvis to push back. I ran my hand up her smooth thighs and jammed three fingers deep in her pussy, moving them in and out. I put pressure on her walls as my coated fingers stroked in and out of her hot pussy.
"Damn, you are the best cunt sucker ever! Your fingers are driving me crazy," my lust-crazed aunt said. "I'm almost there. A little more and I'm over the edge. Fuck me, Honey!"
I removed my fingers from her sloppy pussy and released my lips from her engorged clit. I heard her moan in frustration as she moved her hips back and forth in an attempt to find something to jam in her boiling snatch. I positioned behind her and rammed my stiff prick down to the root. I had no problem sliding in as her pussy was slick with her juices. I could feel her cunt convulsing within a couple of strokes. I continued pounding her when I felt a large spasm and a shriek emanate from her.
"Yes! I'm coming on my nephew's cock and it feels so good. Oh damn, I'm coming so hard!"
After several orgasms, she quieted down and I could feel her relax. I was still hard as I hadn't come yet. I left it in for a few minutes savoring the enjoyment I had given to my aunt. Not able to wait any longer, I stroked in and out again.
She came to her senses and quietly whispered, "Honey, I enjoy your cock but I want you to pull out now. I want to turn around so you can fuck me like we did the first time. I want our last time together face to face so I can kiss you while you're coming in me. I want to cherish this moment forever."
As soon as I withdrew, she flipped over and moved her legs to the outside, spreading them wide. I remained above, her taking in her beauty. Her full round tits were on full display with her nipples hard in anticipation. She reached down and grabbed each fat pussy lip with her fingers and pulled them to the side to display her wet, soaking pussy. The look on her face was definitely a fuck-me face and I was only too happy to oblige my sex-starved aunt.
I moved closer but didn't enter her. I bent down and locked a nipple in my mouth while squeezing and groping both her taut, full breasts. Her breathing was ragged again and I knew I could quickly bring her back up by chewing on her blood engorged nipples. I switched back and forth as her body squirmed. She humped her pelvis up and down as if she were latched onto a cock. Her hands were running up and down my back, often going down to my ass in a vain attempt to pull me into her.
When she groaned and was hoarsely panting, I released her nipple, went up and locked my lips on hers. There was no fake coma pretense this time. Her body was writhing as she continued jamming her tongue into my mouth as far as she could. I reached down and placed my head at her hot entrance. Her pussy lips clamped on and she frantically humped, trying to pull in the prick she needed. I raised both hands up to her shoulders and held her while I thrust as hard as I could, deep into her pussy. This caused her to exhale all the air out of her lungs as if making room for my hot cock.
It was as snug and smooth as before. I couldn't believe how many times this woman could come. My thoughts strayed as to whether my mother would be the same. My prick got harder thinking about Mom and I pounded her as if I were fucking my mother. They were long strokes and I'd bottom out each time. Our kissing paused only so we could catch our breath during the frantic fucking.
"Your prick is making me go mad," croaked my hot aunt, "I'm going to miss this so much. Fill my cunt, my horny nephew! Fuck your aunt extra good as I'm going to give you a gift you won't regret."
Pumping in and out of her oily cunt, I uttered, "You've given me the best gift of all. I don't want anything else." I emphasized it by kissing her again and thrust extra hard.
She suspended our kiss, continuing, "I want you to have this. It's going to make me happy so I know you'll do it. I'm going to set you up with someone you love. Sex is so much better with a woman you love."
"You're the only one I need or want to fuck. You're the absolute greatest," I said, increasing my pace, making sure the top of my prick was scraping her clit on each downstroke. I was mentally going through all the girls that helped her at the church trying to figure out who she was talking about. I came up with nothing. I resumed pumping in and out of her as fast as I could. I was getting close to coming and lowered my hands to her breasts, encircling her nipples, squeezing and pinching them.
"Sweetie, you know what does to me. I'm ready to come. Fuck me hard, Mikey! Fuck me like you'd fuck the person you love. Fuck me as hard as you've fantasized about fucking your mother!"
My mother? Damn, could she read my mind? I didn't think my prick could get any harder but the mental images of my mother and I fucking caused it to increase in size and more juices came leaking out. She felt it too as she experienced mini-orgasms and was shaking beneath me.
She whispered in my ear. "Call me what you'd call the one you love. Call me Mom! Tell me what you'd like to do to your mother. Please, Honey. Act like I'm your hot mother you're fucking!"
I was delirious by this time and didn't hesitate, yelling, "Yes, Mother. I'm fucking you with my hot prick. This is what I've wanted for so long. I'm fucking my hot mom and she's loving it. Come on your son's prick, Mother!"
That did it for her. Her pussy released all her juices and her walls clamped down on my prick, signaling her first climax. She yelled, "Oh yes, Mikey. Come in your mother. Fuck me as you've always wanted. Jam your hot prick into the hole you came out of. Come in me, Motherfucker!".
She locked her mouth on mine and my balls exploded, sending up a huge deposit of sperm, flooding her as she experienced another major orgasm. I pushed in again and another huge pile of goo came out and bathed her. She came again on my still hard, squirting prick. I released three more payloads of cum in her.
Finally spent, I pulled my softening, spent prick out of her hot snatch and collapsed down beside her. We were both exhausted and out of breath.
"Well, it looks like someone has some Mommy issues they haven't dealt with," she said, laughing and caressing my chest.
I replied, "It looks like you also have some issues and you don't have any kids. Was that a ploy to get me hotter? If it was, it sure worked. I've never had such great sex."
"No, I meant it. I'm going to set you up with my sister, your mother. Mother-son sex turns me on so much and I think it'd do you both some good. She has been without real sex for so long, she deserves to be happy."
I wasn't sure how this was going to be remotely possible so we talked about it while recovering from our hot coupling. I told her that Mom and I love each other but we haven't been intimate. A physical relationship didn't seem possible but my aunt assured me she could arrange it.
As if to seal the deal, she leaned over and kissed me while caressing my chest and stomach. "I'll have you fucking your mother in a week. Don't worry about a thing. Right now though, you need to get ready to go home to your future lover."
While I was getting dressed, she explained what I had to tell my mother to initiate her seduction. She didn't say much more about the plan, probably so it wouldn't look like it was rehearsed when we went through with it. When finished, I kissed my aunt tenderly and again told her how much I'd enjoyed the week with her. I went home to find my mom on the couch reading a book. After throwing my work shorts in my room, I went out to talk with her.
We talked about current events and how much I had got done at her sister's place. She asked how much money I had made and I told her I'd got a thousand from her. She was surprised but knew my aunt was wealthy and could afford to help out her favorite nephew. Figuring the timing was good, I began the first part of the plan as instructed by my aunt.
"The money is nice, but not enough to enable me to go to the local college where I'd rather go. Even staying and eating at home, I'm short of money as the tuition is so high. I was talking to Aunt Brenda about this and she said there's a church pilot program they're offering that pays out a five thousand dollar scholarship to eligible college students."
She seemed excited to hear this and replied, "Nice, that sounds perfect. You should apply. How much time does it take and what does it involve?"
"That's the problem, Mom. It's only a week long, a few hours a day, but it requires your participation."
Her excitement went away as she heard the news. "You know I don't like all that church stuff. Prayers and singing, that isn't for me. Isn't there a way to do it by yourself?"
"I didn't think you'd like it. I told Aunt Brenda you probably wouldn't do it. It's not a big deal anyway, Mom. I'm not even sure we'd qualify. It might be best this way, so I can go to the other University and you can get some peace and quiet without me being around."
She seemed genuinely sad at this point but didn't respond. It looked like she was trying to figure out some way to solve this without getting involved with the church. I was hoping she would change her mind and agree to participate but she didn't. We talked about other matters before we retired to our rooms for the night.
I didn't sleep much that night knowing I wasn't going to be with my aunt for another week or so and now I blew the first part of my aunt's plan to seduce my mother. I finally got some sleep and when up, I went into the kitchen to find Mom preparing us a nice breakfast. She was smiling and cheerful, probably due to starting a two-week vacation.
"Mike, I've been thinking about your college of choice and my sister's suggestion. I don't think it'd hurt for us to go down and talk to her about it. Maybe we can arrange it so you could go through whatever requirements they have to get a partial scholarship. It won't hurt to ask."
"Great, Mom. I'll let you talk to her for setting up a time. I'm not sure what her schedule is today," I told her, knowing my aunt was probably sitting by the phone waiting for a call. I was more than surprised I successfully pulled off my part of the plan. The rest was up to my aunt.
We ate breakfast before calling Aunt Brenda. She told us to meet her after lunch. That gave us a few hours to work on Mom's project list. At the appointed time, Mom told me we should dress up since it was for the church. I put on some business casual pants and a nice shirt and went out to walk with my mother down to my aunt's place. She was wearing the same skirt when she came into the garden yesterday. Her blouse was not real tight and I could tell she was wearing a bra, as usual. Her breasts were larger than my aunt's so I doubt if she went braless that often.
When we arrived, my aunt was dressed conservatively. I had to laugh under my breath, knowing how slutty she could be. My mother and aunt hugged as usual and kissed each other on the cheek. My aunt said hello to me, not hugging or getting too close to me, probably worried I might instinctively grab her breasts or ass.
My aunt had two chairs set up facing another chair so she could easily talk to both of us. We all sat down and she began her spiel. "I'm so excited to tell you about this program offered by the church. There are only three pilot programs in the US and I was lucky to secure one of them. It only takes an hour a day and will probably only take a week for both of you to finish. I wanted to help Mikey out with his education, so I fought hard for it."
My mother had the same look as when a salesman is trying to sell her something. She soon replied with the same concerns she gave me. "Sis, I appreciate how you were thinking of Mike's education, but you know I don't go to church and do not like the typical church activities. Can't you say we went through the program or just use Mike and leave me out of it?"
My aunt quickly replied, "I know you don't like that sort of stuff, Bev, but this is different. This isn't a strictly religious program. It concentrates on the core principles of the situation and does not involve the normal church protocols. You two will only meet with me each day and I promise I'm not going to make you pray or do any of the things you'd do at church. I have a specific checklist to go through, designed by a team of researchers so it's scientific in that respect. If you feel it's not right, you can quit."
I could see Mom's attitude improving, hearing this information. Thankfully, she said, "That doesn't sound too bad. I wanted to do some fun things with Mike anyway during my vacation. Tell me what we'll be doing and when we can start."
Brenda began to recite out her rehearsed story, "Excellent, Bev! The church feels family relationships have deteriorated and has funded a lot of research on some of the core problems. What they discovered are mother-daughter relationships are solid and long-lasting. On the other hand, they found mother-son relationships did not last much beyond when the son turns twenty or so. Their research showed that sons do not bond as well as daughters and as a result, sons split apart from their mothers resulting in a weaker family unit. They also found that this behavior is carried into the son's future family, making it weaker as well. So the program solely focuses on improving the mother-son relationship."
Mom frowned again and replied, "That doesn't apply to Mike and me. We have a wonderful relationship. I think we're stronger than most because it's just been us growing up together and surviving the odds. I don't see how we'd fit in this program."
Brenda had a response ready. "You and Mikey do have a good relationship, but both of you unconsciously put up barriers you don't know exist. This is natural because of the male-female relationship. In order to keep sexual tensions at bay, couples will put up defenses to keep the other person distant."
Mom quickly rebutted, "That sounds like nonsense. I definitely don't have any sexual feelings toward Mike and there is no reason to put up defenses. We have a fine relationship."
Brenda reached over and grabbed Mom's hands in hers and told her, "Remember when you came in today and we hugged and kissed each other's cheeks? Let me demonstrate something." She reached over and grabbed my hand and placed it on Mom's arm, guiding it up and down.
Goosebumps instantly popped up on her arm, demonstrating the effect. Aunt Brenda was quick to comment, "See, this happened because you two rarely touch, not because you don't love each other but because of unconscious sexual posturing. When was the last time Mikey kissed you on the cheek as we did? It's a fact that sons and mothers have a more stressed relationship. This program is designed to separate the sexual aspect out of the relationship by desensitizing each other."
Mom pulled her arm away from my hand as if it was burning and it appeared she was accepting some of the fabrication my aunt was spinning. She surprised me when she said, "I guess I can see your point. We rarely touch. I haven't thought much about it, just too busy raising Mike to notice. I guess I might have inadvertently harmed our relationship. When can we begin?"
My smiling aunt happily replied, "Right away. We might as well start today. The guidelines are simple. I go through my list to help each of you desensitize. We don't expect an instantaneous result. I show you the method for each step and then both of you have to practice and continue at home. The following day I meet with each of you separately for a few minutes to check on your progress. We meet privately so one won't influence the other. The pace will be determined on how fast you get past each point."
My mom was eager to get through the checklist. She tried to speed thing up. "Okay, let's get this show on the road."
Brenda explained the first step by telling me to move my hand up and down my mother's arms, squeezing once in awhile, maintaining as much physical contact as possible. I held my mother's hand with my left hand as I ran my right hand up and down her arm. Her sleeves came down her arms a few inches but it was loose enough I could run my hand up to her armpit. I squeezed the top part of her arm noting how smooth and firm it was. I repeated with the other arm. Goosebumps appeared on her arm at first but went away after the third or fourth stroke. Emboldened, I went higher and lightly ran my fingers near her armpit to tickle her which caused her to squirm and giggle.
When it was Mom's turn, she repeated what I had done. It felt great having her caress my arms. She finished and pulled her hands away, awaiting further instructions from my aunt. My aunt directed us to stand and hug each other. We both got up and it was awkward as we hadn't held each other for quite some time. We embraced and held on tight. I could feel her bra-encased breasts pushing into my chest and the result was my prick was quickly getting uncomfortable in my pants. After a few minutes, my aunt told us to kiss each other on the neck. She explained that the skin is the main area to desensitize and studies have shown lips on skin accelerate the process.
I didn't wait for Mom. I immediately kissed her neck opening my mouth and grabbing some of her firm flesh in my lips. I could smell the scent of her perfume and shampoo as I feasted on her neck. I released my mouth and Mom kissed me in the same manner. I was surprised when she also opened her lips as if she was going to give me a hickey. All too soon, she backed off as we separated from our hug.
Aunt Brenda seemed pleased with our progress and commended us for advancing so fast. She told us that the first day was finished, but we had to continue these first two procedures at home until she felt we were comfortable enough to proceed. She arranged to meet us again tomorrow afternoon.
Mom and my aunt continued to talk for a few minutes. After they said their goodbyes, Mom took my hand and led me outside to go home. She continued to hold my hand as we walked home. Once we got inside, she explained her unusual affectionate hand-holding. "Mike, we need to comply with her so we can go through this as fast as possible. Holding hands with your mother didn't kill you, did it?"
I cheerfully replied, "No, Mom. It was nice. I'll do whatever it takes to get this scholarship. I'd like to go to the local college rather than go across state." I hugged her as before and kissed her neck as soon as we coupled. I think it took her by surprise, but she didn't back off and returned the kiss on my neck. I couldn't believe how well my aunt's plan was working.
For the rest of the day, we worked on our project list, touching and rubbing each other's arms when we could and hugged several times. After our showers, we watched some TV in our robes. When we retired to our rooms, we hugged again and unbelievably, Mom was still wearing a bra. I thought, 'Does this woman ever let them go natural?'
The next day we continued working around the house until it was time to meet with Brenda. My aunt had us demonstrate our progress by having us stroke each other's arms and once satisfied, she told us about the next step. She explained to us that we'd each be assigned to one of her guest bedrooms.
At the start of the session, she'll come in and question each of us individually on our progress and afterward the rest of the procedure would be conducted in her master bedroom. She explained it'd be big enough to accommodate all of us and private enough in case some snoopy neighbor or church administrator decides to show up unannounced.
She showed Mom to her room and directed me to the other spare bedroom. Once my aunt and I were in my assigned room, she asked me how it went the first night. I relayed to her how we did touch and hug several times and also my dismay at Mom still wearing a bra under her robe. She took it all in and nodded with approval and told me she needed to go see Mom before she got suspicious. She told me to get undressed, put on the robe and go to the master bedroom.
I was in her bedroom for only five minutes when they strode in. Mom was wearing the same type of robe. Our two chairs were placed so we'd be facing each other. We sat down and my aunt wasted no time in explaining the next step. She told me to start at my mother's foot, proceed upward, rubbing and massaging her leg up to her knee and repeat for the other.
I quickly picked up Mom's foot and gave her a foot massage to start. I stroked up toward her knee on the top part of her leg. It felt smooth but hard as the bone was close to the surface. Moving to the back, softer part of her leg, I stroked back down. I did this several times and a couple of times squeezed her firm calf. It felt hot to the touch. I repeated it on her other leg. It only took ten minutes but it was the highlight of my day.
After I was finished, Mom picked up my leg and did the same thing, not waiting for my aunt to instruct her. Her fingers felt so nice running up and down my legs. She'd open and close her fingers around my leg hair, pulling on it. When finished, she lowered my leg to the floor and patted me on the knees.
My aunt continued to the next step telling me to start at my mom's knee and go halfway up her thigh. She instructed me to move my hands under her robe and not to push the material further up. Placing both hands on her left knee, I ran my hands up her thigh, tightly holding and squeezing her firm, smooth flesh. My earlier comparison was right. Her thighs were leaner than my aunt's. Four inches past her knee my mother gasped for breath like she was shocked. I stopped but did not let go.
Brenda noticed and explained, "Don't worry, Bev. It's natural to react like that. Remember, it's skin, like arm skin. There's nothing special about it. You haven't been touched there for awhile so it's overly sensitive. That's the whole point of this procedure, to desensitize your skin. Try to relax and it'll soon be the same as when you rubbed each other's arms."
My mom nodded and I continued squeezing and progressing up her thigh. I went higher than my aunt instructed but was still three or four inches away from her crotch. I did the same to her other thigh and she again sucked in her breath when I first progressed up her thigh.
After I was done, Mom did the same to me. I quickly learned why she sucked in her breath. It was stimulating having someone stroke and squeeze your thigh. Her delicate fingers felt so good massaging my legs and as usual, I was hard most of the time. Fortunately, the robe covered any evidence of my excitement.
We finished and my aunt explained to us it may be difficult to practice at home unless we wore shorts. If we didn't want to do that, we'd have to spend more time at her place desensitizing our legs. She told us to stand and hug each other. As soon as we were up, Mother pulled me tight to her body. I knew right away she was braless as I could feel her squishy breasts flatten out on my chest even though there were two layers of cloth between us.
After a few minutes of bonding, Brenda told me to kiss her neck as before and while maintaining lip contact, move to her cheek. Gladly obeying her instructions, I lightly sucked her neck flesh, sliding my lips to the side of her face. After I finished, Mom immediately replicated my actions. This was progressing well. I figured it was over for the day, but my aunt had another surprise for us.
She explained that the lips were very sensitive and we needed to start working more on desensitizing them. She carefully instructed us that we needed to place our lips together.
Mom immediately retorted, "You want me to kiss my son on the lips? That seems over the top."
My aunt quickly replied, "Don't associate it with a kiss. It's a form of skin contact. Don't think of it as sexual. That's what we're trying to remove from the relationship. It's not uncommon for families to kiss each other on the lips."
My Mom seemed convinced of the explanation and moved her head toward mine. I wasted no time in planting my mouth on hers so she wouldn't have the chance to back out. Pressing our lips together for the first time was having an effect on my overzealous prick. We remained that way for several minutes before my mom backed off. She didn't look unhappy; in fact, I thought I detected a smile and a lust in her eyes I hadn't seen before.
Once done, my aunt directed us back to our rooms to get dressed as were done for the day. We headed out for home and this time Mom interlaced her arm with mine and held my hand as we walked home. She was cheerfully elated and we had a good talk on the way home.
Inside our house, Mom suggested we put on shorts so we could continue our assigned homework. I put on the same silk gym shorts I had worn at my aunt's and went out to help clean house. She came out of her bedroom and it had been a long time since I had seen her in shorts. I could clearly see what I was stroking earlier. Her legs had curves that weren't evident before. I wanted to run over and grab them, but I didn't want to act too aggressive.
We did some more items on the list, gently touching each other's legs and arms whenever we were close. I was careful to not go too high on her thigh so as not to scare her off. After awhile she suggested we take a break in the living room and watch some TV. She brought in some drinks and sat on the couch and patted the cushion beside her, indicating where I should sit. It was very close to her and when I sat down, our bare legs were touching each other.
Not five minutes had passed when Mom placed her hand on my knee nearest to her and stroked my thigh. I wasn't sure if I should wait or not, when Mom leaned over and whispered, "Go ahead, Mikey. Start rubbing. We need to get this out of the way so we can get closer to finishing up and get you that scholarship."
I gladly reached over and began to slowly run my hand up and down her thigh. When I was a couple of inches below her crotch, I lowered my hand to the underside of her thigh and slowly went back down. Her flesh was so hot and smooth, I felt my hand was burning up. Every few minutes, I'd stop and lightly squeeze her firm flesh.
After a half hour of stroking, Mom yawned and said it was time to retire for the night. We both got up and Mom hugged me tightly. I noticed she was still not wearing a bra. After a tight hug, Mom brought her face to mine and kissed me. She wasn't as motionless this time and moved her lips around. They were moist and it was a loving tender kiss. When finished, we parted and went to our rooms.
The next day we did some gardening and when it came time to go down to my aunt's, Mom told me we should change to more appropriate clothing so our conservative neighbors wouldn't get alarmed at seeing us. I threw on some pants and Mom came out in a dress. We walked down and after the usual chit-chat between sisters, we were instructed to go to our rooms and put on our robes.
Aunt Brenda briefly visited each of us to see how we progressed. When I told her how Mom was going braless, she smiled and told me she confided to her yesterday that it made me uncomfortable feeling the bra and was getting me sexually aroused. She was proud of herself it worked that easily.
We all met in the master bedroom where Mom and I hugged and quickly kissed before we sat down on our chairs to demonstrate how we could stroke each other's legs without too much discomfort.
Satisfied with our progress, my aunt instructed us to stand up, face each other, pull the blindfolds out of our robe pockets and put them on. We both must have looked puzzled, so my aunt explained, "The blindfolds are to stop visual stimulation for the next steps. It's easier to desensitize skin contact if you aren't visually stimulated at the same time. You'll see what I mean in a few minutes."
The blindfolds were the soft cloth type used for sleeping and were not uncomfortable. My aunt continued with her instructions, "Okay, both of you are blindfolded, don't be alarmed but I have to remove your robes for the next step." I could hear her take Mom's robe off so I shrugged mine off to save time. She took my hands and directed them on either side of Mom's waist. Mom was taken aback and sucked in her breath. She laughingly said, "Wow, you need to raise the temperature in this room or warm his hands up." We all laughed as I squeezed her waist, feeling it jiggle with her laughter.
My aunt instructed me to run my hands to her back and stroke up and down. My hands immediately glided up her bare flesh. As my arms went up, I wondered how close my chest was to her bare breasts jutting out. I was careful not to go up too high. After I had gone up and down several times, my aunt directed me to move to my mom's front, touching her stomach and move up to the bottom of her ribcage.
I ran my warmed up hands around on her flat tight stomach, up to the bottom of her ribs. I could feel her wonderful shapely waist I had only fantasized about before. After a few minutes, I withdrew my hands and my aunt placed my mom's hands on my waist. She did the same to me and I noticed her hands were not cold as mine had been but were hot and felt electrifying as she went up and down my spine. She went to the front and ended by holding my waist and playfully gave me a light squeeze.
My aunt was happy at our progress and assisted us in putting our robes back on, informing us we could remove our blindfolds. I wondered if I was blushing as much as my mother and wondered if it was from our contact or the fact her bare breasts were exposed to her sister. We were told to complete our session with a hug and kiss. Anticipating this request we were hugging by the time my aunt finished her request.
We lightly kissed and when we were done, I could see that same lust in her eyes I had observed yesterday. Aunt Brenda took this moment to further our lesson when she instructed, "Kiss each other but open your mouths this time and run your tongue across each other's lips. The tongue is one of the most sensitive organs."
I thought Mom would put up an argument at this point but instead, she wrapped her arms around me and planted her mouth on mine. We attempted to do as instructed but our tongues kept colliding, which was causing me to get hard as stone. After several minutes of essentially french-kissing my beautiful mother, we came apart, eyes keeping contact, silently communicating our love for each other. I was deep in love with my mother and it was hard to hide it.
After Aunt Brenda congratulated us on how we were rapidly progressing toward our goal and said we could continue tomorrow. Mom disagreed and told her we needed to advance to the next step so we could conclude earlier than planned. Aunt Brenda relented and said we'd need to remove the robes again to continue.
Mom said that wouldn't be necessary. We could just put on the blindfolds and reach in the robes. After our eyes were covered, Brenda placed Mom's hands on my waist and she immediately began to caress my back. When she got to the front, my aunt guided her hands up my chest to my shoulders and back down rubbing my nipples along the way.
Her hands were smooth, barely touching my skin as if it was hot to the touch. It was a sensually, gentle stroking. When finished and my hands were placed on Mom's waist I immediately went up and down her back, quickly wanting to finish so I could move to the front. I was breathing heavily as I anticipated holding my mother's breasts for the first time. I moved to the front and concentrated on her smooth midriff and slowly rose up to her chest. All at once, Mom exclaimed, "Stop!"
I froze, not knowing what was wrong. She sternly said, "We've gone far enough. I don't want to continue."
She backed off and I could tell she was closing her robe. I'm sure my aunt was taken aback from this development. I closed my robe and Mom had her blindfold off when I removed mine. She did look perturbed as she ordered, "I'm going to my room. Michael, get dressed and meet me at the door." She turned and left.
My look of disappointment was apparent, not because I never got to feel my mom's breasts, but I was afraid our relationship had deteriorated beyond repair. My aunt interrupted my thoughts. "Don't worry, Mikey. She'll be fine."
I didn't share her assessment and told her that we may have blown it by going too fast. She told me the way my mom has looked and talked about me the last few years has convinced her that my mom is in love with me and her lust has surfaced to a point where she's ready to pursue a physical relationship. She told me she thought Mom was probably breaking it off so she can continue her own seduction at home.
That conclusion never occurred to me. Could Mom have ideas to seduce me?
My aunt was not giving up on her plan. My aunt told me in order to turn her around I would have to refrain from any further touching and kissing. She also instructed me to act depressed and avoid joining her in daily activities. When finished, she reached into my robe, firmly clamped onto my hard prick, jacking it up and down and murmured, "Don't worry, we'll still have this in your mother within a week. Get dressed and meet your mother before she gets suspicious."
I met Mom at the door and held her hand so she wouldn't have the chance to interlace her arm with mine. Mom was still friendly enough with my aunt when departing and it seemed as nothing was wrong. I was still worried about mom's prior reaction, so I tried to approach the subject on the walk home. I told her I was sorry if I had done something to upset her. She assured me I did nothing wrong and she felt the program had gone long enough and it was time to stop.
We got home and went to our rooms. When I came out, I noticed Mom had changed into shorts while I had kept my jeans on. I guess she wanted to continue where we left off, but I stuck with my aunt's instructions and refrained from getting close enough for casual touching and eventually told her I needed to retire to my room. She stepped closer for a hug and a kiss, but I turned and went to my room before she could reach me. I noticed a look of disappointment on her face before I turned.
The next morning I was greeted by my mother, once again dressed in shorts. She wouldn't let me escape this time and hugged me. I didn't hold her tight and quickly separated. Pulling back, I didn't give her a chance to kiss me.
Remaining her cheerful self, Mom chirped, "What do you want to do today, Mike? It looks like it's going to a beautiful day. Maybe we can take a walk."
Needing an excuse to keep my distance from her, I sorrowfully replied, "Sorry, Mom. I don't have time today. I have to visit the library to research more scholarship opportunities for State College. Without that money, I won't be able to afford the local university."
A look of sadness and understanding came over her as she said, "Oh dear. I forgot that once we quit the program, you wouldn't get your scholarship. I screwed that up. I'm so sorry."
"That's fine, Mom. I don't want to continue if it makes you uncomfortable. I'll be fine at State and I'll still be able to come home once or twice a year. I need to go now. See you later."
I turned and left but not before I saw the turmoil my mother was going through. If she had any plans to seduce me, that opportunity was gone and I think she realized she had probably lost me.
I hung around with friends most of the day and sent Mom a message I was going to be late coming home as it was taking longer than I thought. When I arrived back late, Mom greeted me, visibly upset. She asked me whether I had a problem with her, as it appeared as if I was avoiding her on purpose now.
"No, Mom. Not at all," I replied, "I have a lot on my mind and Aunt Brenda told me before we left yesterday I needed to revert back to our previous level of affection."
Mom exclaimed, "She said that? Well, I'm going to have a talk with her right now. Get a good night's sleep and we'll talk in the morning."
I went to my room but left the door open a crack and I could hear Mom talking to my aunt over the phone. She didn't sound mad, but Mom was questioning my aunt about what she told me. I heard Mom tell my aunt we'd be there in the morning. I quietly shut my door, hoping we could get back on course.
Mom was in her dress the next morning and as we ate she told me we needed to go meet Aunt Brenda when we were done. We talked over breakfast and I could tell Mom was in a better mood. After we finished eating, we went down the street to meet my aunt.
After their usual greeting, Mom asked her right away why she told me to act differently. My aunt explained that in previous trials when the program was stopped before the natural conclusion, possible harm could occur to the son because his stimulation is high and he is not fully desensitized. She explained how it can affect him in the future and he may end up resenting his mother.
"That makes sense, Sis,"Mom said. "It was just so abrupt, it shocked me. It wouldn't have hurt to tell me the reason before we left. After all, it was your fault I stopped. I didn't think it was appropriate that my son was going to fondle my breasts."
"That wasn't going to happen," my aunt replied. "I was going to stop him below your breasts. We have strict guidelines on how much a son can touch his mother. It has happened in some of the trials but now we require two acts of permission from the mother, a vocal and a physical form of approval. The central rule of this program is the mother must be in full control and must approve of any questionable practices."