AUNT BEFORE MOM

Dawn was sound asleep. It was time for me to leave - forever - but I still didn't want to disturb her. She was lying face-down; the bed covers were strewn to the side. Her beautiful nakedness was on full display. I reminisced about our time together the last two months, which had concluded with a night of celebratory sex.

When she'd accepted a scholarship at a college on the other side of the country, we'd decided we wouldn't maintain a long-distance relationship. Neither of us was in love, which would make it easier to go our separate ways.

My eyes traveled down her smooth back to her fine ass. Her long, firm legs looked better than ever this morning. I hardened as I gazed at her nude body. I knew it was time to leave; I truly didn't want to wake her. My need to touch her one last time won out. I narrowed the distance between us.

"Kevin! Did you hear me?"

Mom's voice knocked me out of my daydream. My eyes focused on her, standing in front of the stove. Her robe revealed the backs of her calves, which were identical to what I'd been admiring in my trance. I had superimposed Mom's legs onto Dawn. No wonder they'd looked so good. It wasn't the first time it had happened; I frequently substituted Mom's image while having sex with girls.

"Sorry, Mom. Guess I drifted off. I didn't sleep well last night. Could you repeat yourself?"

"Hang on," she sighed. She turned and brought our plates of food to the table. Her infectious, crooked smile melted my heart as always. Her shoulder-length, cropped brunette hair matched the color of her alluring eyes. She was stunning. I was shocked - and secretly grateful - that she hadn't mentioned a relationship with anyone during my freshman year of college. She had insisted I come home on as many weekends as possible to help maintain the house, and I hadn't even pretended to be upset.

After several bites, she repeated, "Kathleen and Kenneth want you to spend the week at their place. She's nervous about him going away to college and how he'll be treated because... you know..."

"Because he's gay?" I finished her sentence. "Mom, it might have been that way back when you and Aunt Kate were young, but it's not uncommon now."

Mom smirked. "In my day? Do you think I'm sixty? It was a mere nineteen years ago, and gays were harassed in my senior class. The university might have been different, but I wouldn't know. I had to enter the workforce to support us."

"Nineteen? Let's see, that would make you thirty-eight. I would have guessed much younger."

She smiled. "Nice deflection. I hope you're right. He's a good kid, and I'd hate for anything to happen to him."

"He'll be fine, Mom. I wanted to stay here and do some things with you this week. We haven't had time to do much lately since I've been concentrating on finals the last few weekends."

"Don't worry, Kevin. I'm taking off next week after I complete my latest project. Kenneth told his mom he wanted to spend a week with her before summer classes began."

"Sure, Mom. I'll go and brighten their week with my presence." I didn't really have a choice, so I figured it was better to give in and be pleasant.

"That's my guy," Mom said with a sexy smirk.

One week wouldn't be too bad. Mom and I would be together every day after my brief stay at my aunt's. It didn't hurt that Aunt Kate was a hot milf, too, offsetting my desire to remain home. She was one year younger than Mom; my cousin had been born a year after me.

I quickly packed and left for my aunt's place.

*****

Since my aunt and cousin were expecting me, I didn't knock when I arrived. They were waiting in the living room. "Hi, Aunt Kate. Ken. I'm here for the party."

My cousin replied, "Hey. Glad you could make it. Your half of the room is still the same."

I made my way to his bedroom where I quickly stored my clothes. He followed behind me. He was correct that nothing had changed. We'd never heard exactly what had happened when we were born but knew our fathers had quickly vanished. Mom and her sister had each obtained a job and had made sure their schedules were staggered. Ken and I had switched back and forth between our houses, depending on which mother was working. Our shared bedroom in each house had been kept the same even after we'd graduated from high school.

Ken wasted no time in reiterating the reason I'd been summoned. "I'm worried about Mom," he said. "She's making such a fuss about me going to college. That's why I asked her to talk to your mom and invite you. She has the week off and wants to do some of the things we've done in the past. I thought it'd help if you could convince her there isn't going to be an angry, gay-bashing mob waiting to greet me at college."

"In that case, I better call up my gang and call off the surprise I had set up," I chuckled. The ice broke and it felt like old times. We'd been the best of friends growing up, and the fact he was gay had been a definite bonus for me. He'd matched me with several of the enticing girls who frequently befriended him. As a way of returning the favor, I tutored him since I was a grade ahead of him. I couldn't exactly go tit for tat. Like I said, him being gay had been a bonus... for me.

After handing me a controller, he plopped onto his bed. "Check out the new games and console Mom bought me for my eighteenth birthday," he said, chuckling. "I'm certain she wants me to remain in my dorm room and not wander out to get harassed."

Fond memories surfaced as we played together; we'd done this a lot growing up, though with different games. After a few hours, he set his controller on his nightstand and said, "Dang, that was fun. Remember what else we did together?" Unbuckling his belt, he shucked his pants and shorts.

We had experienced pubescence together and had no problem whacking off simultaneously. Although Ken was gay, he'd never made a sexual move toward me. He did admire my larger cock, though, and had always liked watching it while he stroked his. He loved that my mushroom-shaped head was always visible because I was circumcised. By the time I had removed my clothes, he was frantically stroking himself.

His gaze locked onto my cock as I gently pumped it. Did his fantasies center around sucking or fondling my manhood? Mine always revolved around my Mom, and the one I summoned for our impromptu jerk session was no exception. I recalled her luscious legs from breakfast. Pre-cum oozed out my tip, which I used to slather my stalk. My hand effortlessly stroked my slick, aching prick.

Loud knocks snapped me into reality as my aunt yelled, "Kev, Ken! Dinner's ready."

Fearing she would enter, I quickly pulled my shorts and pants up. My cousin laughed. "Dude, she knows better than to come into my room when the door is closed. I'm gay, not impotent."

Sighing with relief, I finished zippering up while Ken dressed. After washing our slimy paws, we made our way to the kitchen. While eating, I suddenly realized how much my aunt resembled Mom. Had they always looked so similar? Her beauty prompted me to use her image in subsequent masturbation sessions.

When I finished dinner, my cousin said, "Kev and I will clean up, Mom. Take your bath, and then we'll meet you in the living room to talk about this week's events."

Even her smile reminded me of Mom. She left for her room, and we took care of the dishes. We hadn't been on the living room couch watching TV for very long when my aunt returned. She sat down in her favorite chair, just like always. Much to my dismay, her long robe covered her lithe legs. Her calves rested on the ottoman, allowing her feet to hang over the edge.

Glancing away from the action on the screen, I periodically admired her sexy body. Movement caught my eye whenever she crossed her toes. I smiled; Mom did the same thing whenever she watched TV. Ken got off the couch, then kneeled by his mother's feet and began massaging them.

Her relaxed smile led me to believe this was their normal routine. After a few minutes, Ken insisted, "Kev, come over and help. You can work on her other foot. Mom's on her feet all day and deserves a good foot rub."

Not waiting for my aunt's approval, I quickly positioned myself by my cousin and caressed his mother's foot. Aunt Kate's alarmed expression showed she wasn't used to anyone but her son touching her.

"Kenneth, you shouldn't make Kevin help with your job. He might find it uncomfortable to be handling my feet."

"Nonsense," Ken blurted. "When I stayed at their place, Aunt Kelley never received this kind of attention. He needs to learn how to give his mother a treat. Don't you want your sister to enjoy the same kind of relief?"

She smiled and chuckled. "I suppose it wouldn't hurt to teach him, especially from a master such as yourself."

It was the first time I had spent any time caressing a woman's foot, and it was more erotic than I had imagined.

Ken placed his mom's heel in his palm, supporting most of her leg's weight with it. Then he instructed, "Kev, you can check how well you're doing by monitoring her calf muscle." When he slid his other hand up and down her calf, her foot stiffened in my hand. Was her tense reaction an indication he had not previously stroked her leg? Catching my attention, he indicated I should follow his lead. Only too glad to comply, I enjoyed the smoothness of her skin.

She tensed again as she breathed in deeply. Her flesh was soft and hot, which made me yearn to kiss it. Knowing that would be too much, I contented myself with just stroking my aunt's leg.

After several minutes of allowing us to grope her curvaceous calves, Aunt Kate pulled back and rose off her chair. "Thanks so much. I'm going to bed now. Ken, tomorrow you get to select our activities for the day. This week is going to be so much fun."

"Sure, Mom," my cousin answered. "Good night."

His look of encouragement prompted me to answer as well. "See you in the morning, Aunt Kate. Sleep well."

As soon as we made it to our bedroom, my cousin stripped and resumed where he had left off earlier in the day. With the memories of his mother's legs fresh in my mind, I followed suit immediately and then started stroking my aching prick.

My lustful thoughts were interrupted when Ken asked, "Who do you fantasize about when you're jacking off?"

Would it bother him if I admitted I was fantasizing about his mother? Probably not but I decided to keep it from him. "It's a variety of girls I've dated in the past. I owe you, actually, since you set me up with a lot of them."

He grinned. "It was the least I could do as payment for the help you gave me in school. What do you think makes me cum hard?"

I was afraid to ask, just in case he explained in detail. I had a feeling his fantasies would do absolutely nothing for me. "No idea. If you keep pestering me, I'm going to have to go to sleep with blue balls."

"Sorry," he giggled. "My biggest orgasms come from watching your enormous prick erupt. Your big, spongy head spitting out cum does something for me."

He had never attempted to recruit me as a sexual partner, so I cut him some slack. If watching my prick spurt gave him his jollies, that was fine - as long as it didn't go any further.

He continued, "I'm leaving early this week and meeting up with my friend at school."

"Cool. I'll let Mom know I may be home earlier than planned."

"No," he replied. "I want you to stay here for the rest of the week to keep Mom company. I don't want both of us leaving right away. She needs time to adjust." He sounded so sad. He really cared about his mom - his hot mom, who looked a lot like mine.

"Sure, Cuz. I'll help you out."

He smiled wide and then added, "Thanks. There is one other wish I was hoping you'd grant me. One of my fantasies is one of you fucking a girl and spraying her tits. Watching your cum-covered prick jerk and spew out your load after sex would drive me crazy. Would you be willing to fulfill my dream?"

My hand stopped. I took a few moments to process what I'd just heard. "No girl will allow you to sit and watch me make love to her."

"I can make it happen," he replied confidently. "If I find someone willing to do it, will you consider it?"

Recalling the babes that had regularly hung out with him in high school, I decided I'd be stupid to refuse his request. "Sure, Ken. If you find an agreeable woman, I'd be happy to provide you with a farewell memory."

"Great," Ken said, elated. We concentrated on stroking our pricks to completion. I squeezed my bulbous head until precum leaked and coated my shaft. My thoughts drifted back to Aunt Kate's legs, and that pushed me much closer to my orgasm.

My cousin's eyes locked onto my shaft; he knew I was close to blowing. "You're going to love the pussy I'm setting up for you."

"You do have a lot of sexy friends. Do I know her?" I asked.

He grinned and replied, "You do. She's my mother. You're going to fuck your aunt."

That's all it took. Visions of me plowing his sexy mother formed in my mind. My cockhead expanded and shot a big blob high on my chest, followed by streams of cum. My cousin's prick released its load soon after. Silence ensued as we concentrated on draining our bodies of semen.

After our pricks finished spasming, I exclaimed, "Your mom? Aunt Kate? Are you nuts?"

He laughed, "Come on. You're not fooling me. Your prick exploded when I mentioned her. She's hot and I know you'd love to shove your big prick deep into her pussy."

"You have me there," I conceded. "She's a real milf - but how will you arrange it? You two are close, but I doubt that you can convince her to have sex with her nephew, while her son watches. That's a reach."

"You haven't been around to hear her moan and groan while she relieves herself in her bedroom every night. She's been hinting about seeking companionship after I leave. She's lonely and horny. Once we introduce her to your magnificent prick, she'll be thrilled to use it instead of one of her toys."

I wasn't convinced he could pull it off, but the seed was planted. I was thinking about mating with my aunt for real, and I desperately wanted it to happen."I'll trust you since you've been good to me in the past. What do you need from me?"

My cousin grinned; he knew I was hooked. "My mom's lustful longing for a man is strong, but I don't want her to feel uncomfortable with our advances. As you noticed earlier, she allowed me to progress further than most mothers would have allowed because I'm gay. She didn't object when you stroked her leg which indicates she trusts you."

"Sounds like a plan. Let me know what you want me to do."

"I'll tell you more in the morning," my cousin yawned, pulling the covers over himself.

*****

I slept surprisingly well, considering the conversation I'd had with Ken the night before. Far less surprising was my morning wood. My dreams had been of me and my aunt enjoying intercourse. Sitting upright, I contemplated what to wear. The majority of clothes I'd kept at my cousin's place had been hauled home during the previous year. Before I could grab my pants, a robe landed on my lap.

"Wear this," my cousin insisted. "Your hard-on will be a nice touch."

"It'll go away," I replied. "Dreaming about plowing your mother kept me stiff most of the night." His expression turned sorrowful, and I regretted mentioning her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so crass," I apologized.

"It's okay," he replied. "I wasn't being forthright when I asked you to do this. The main reason isn't providing a memory for me. I love my mom and don't want her to get hurt. Once I leave, she'll be lonely, horny, and vulnerable. Men will be drooling all over her, tempting her to make poor choices. The girls I've paired with you have all returned to me and told me how nice you were to them. According to them, you're more than a great fuck. You're someone who appreciates a woman and knows how to treat her. I want the same for my mom. I'd like you to fulfill her sexual needs so she can concentrate on finding a good guy and building a healthy relationship."

I understood. He loved his mom. He wanted the best for her, but, of course, he didn't want to fuck her himself. "No problem, Cuz. I'll treat her as if she were my mom."

"Wait," exclaimed Ken, "you're fucking your mom?"

"No, of course not," I giggled. "I meant I'll respect your mother like I do mine."

"Whew," my cousin whistled. "Fucking your aunt is one thing, but I doubt it could compare with fucking your own mother. That kind of competition would have hampered my plan. Anyway, go out and have breakfast with her. I'm going to take my shower. Remember the tips I've given you in the past concerning girls."

Fortunately, I had softened by the time I made it to the kitchen. My aunt was busy preparing breakfast but took the time to smile and wish me good morning. "My son's robe is a little tight on you. I hope this doesn't mean you've offed him and taken his place."

"No," I laughed. "Ken offered me his robe while he showers. He said he'd prefer to wear sweats today. I'd forgotten that I'd taken most of my clothes back to my own house."

While I sipped on a hot cup of coffee, she finished cooking and brought over our filled plates. "Let's eat while it's warm," she beamed. "I can heat Ken's share when he comes out."

I appreciated her beauty more than usual, spurred by the idea that I could actually have her. Meanwhile, her hungry eyes furtively explored my chest - exposed, since Ken's robe was tight on me. Ken had been right. She was horny for a man.

Kate was the first to break the silence. "By your expression, I must have food on my face," she teased.

"No, it's your smile," I replied. "It always cheers me up, like Mom's. You two are a lot alike. She always brightens my day."

She gushed, "Thank you, Kev. I'm especially giddy since my two favorite people are with me during my week off before Ken leaves for school."

Her friendly, infectious demeanor affected me as we continued our conversation throughout the meal. During a quiet moment, I asked, "Are you looking forward to Ken going to college? Do you have any plans? Any hobbies you're going to pursue?"

Her expression turned immediately. "I'm worried about what's going to happen to him there," she said. "People can be so mean to ..."

"Gays?" I answered for her. "It's not like it was in the old days."

"Old days?" my aunt laughed. "I suppose things might have changed since I was in high school, but thanks for mentioning how ancient I am."

"Sorry, that was rude of me. You could easily be mistaken for Ken's girlfriend when you're together."

Her wide smile returned, and, before she could reply, I added, "Besides, I'll keep an eye on him at school and make sure no harm comes to him. His apartment will be close to mine, making it easy to hang out like we did growing up."

"Thank you so much," she blurted. "You're such a sweet nephew. I feel better already, knowing you'll be there to watch over him."

Then, her expression turned distant. She was struggling with more dark thoughts.

"What's wrong, Auntie?" I asked.

She hesitated, but finally, "It's always bothered me that maybe I was the cause of Ken becoming gay. You didn't really have a father figure, either, and you're obviously heterosexual. Despite all the time you two spent together, maybe I just treated him differently, somehow."

"I'm no authority on the subject, but I wouldn't worry too much about it. Ken has always been a good person and appears happy with his lifestyle.""I know," she agreed. "I just worry that maybe I could have - should have - steered him towards girls. It disturbs me that I might have been able to help him connect with girls. Did your mom do anything like that, that you can remember? You stayed with me enough that you should recognize the differences in our child-rearing techniques."

It was obvious she was distressed about my cousin's sexual preference. A plan formed in my mind. "She did some things to increase my interest in girls, now that I think about it."

Her raised eyebrows and her anxious expression prompted me to continue.

"She became more interested in my relationships after my eighteenth birthday. When I first discussed dating a girl, she started dressing less conservatively. The first thing I noticed was that her shorter dresses displayed more of her legs. They're one of her best features, a lot like yours."

My aunt's face reddened. Was she recalling how I stroked her calves last night?

"Really?" she chirped. "Your mother flirted with you? How risque of her. I had no idea."

"She has become a little more open in the last year," I said. "One time was especially memorable to me. Black thigh-high nylons cloaked her legs, and when she sat opposite me, her skirt rose. An inch of pale flesh was visible above the tops of her stockings. When she caught me staring, she didn't adjust herself and allowed me to leer at her while we continued to talk. I felt like a perv, but I couldn't help it."

My aunt smiled and anxiously egged, "Go on. What else happened?"

She seemed hooked. I decided to go all-in with my perverted lies. "A few nights later, I brought home a date to meet mom. She noticed my date's nylon-clad legs right away. She smiled, like she was thinking she'd had something to do with my choice."

"Wow!" Aunt Kate exclaimed. "She must have been so proud of herself. I wish she would have told me about all of this. Did she do anything else to help you??"

I'd gone so far that there wasn't much point in stopping. My eyes caught my aunt's bosom straining against her robe. Inspiration struck.

"After the nylon incident, she would hug me longer at night before bed, and I remember noticing that her robe was looser up top. One night she pulled me in tightly, and it was obvious she wasn't even wearing a bra."

"Eek," my aunt squeaked. "I can't believe she'd be so aggressive. Did it pay off?"

"It sure did," I lied. "My new date the next week was well-endowed, and Mom smiled again, knowing she had planted the seed in my head."

"Jesus," my aunt said. "I wish your mother and I would have communicated better but we were so busy with our work we didn't have a lot of time. She probably felt it wasn't her place to influence my son and concentrated on you. It seems to have been an effective method, though. Do you think it's too late for my son? What if I could help him like that? Did she do anything else?"

"She did introduce me to kissing," I lied again - but I decided I'd pushed things far enough.

"...but nothing romantic," I added. "A light peck on the lips at night was enough to pique my curiosity. She never witnessed the results, though, because I thought it was weird kissing a girl in front of Mom."

"I bet," my aunt chuckled. "Thank you for telling me about this. Let's keep it our secret."

"Of course, Auntie."

Hearing Ken emerge from the bedroom, we fell silent and cleaned our plates. The twisted fairy tales I'd just told my aunt about my mom had had an effect on me, too. Thankfully, the tent in my robe wasn't visible from her side of the table. I still wasn't sure she was ready for that.

Ken filled his cup and sat at his place. His smirk confirmed that he'd noticed my prominent bulge. "My ears are burning," he quipped. "You guys talking about me?"

"Don't be silly, Ken," my aunt answered. "Kevin and I were catching up on him and his mother's latest activities. Hopefully, I'll be able to spend more time with my sister once you leave for college."

"I get it, Mom. You're anxious to replace me," my cousin chuckled.

"You know better. I'm going to miss my adorable little man. First, I need to feed you." Before she could rise, Ken put his hand onto hers, holding her in place.

"Mom. Today, we're doing everything for you. It's my turn to direct the activities and it starts with me cleaning up the kitchen. I'll eat a snack and finish up. Both of you get ready and meet me in the living room." Maintaining his grip on his mother, he ordered, "Kev, take my mom's and your plates to the sink, please."

Did he forget about my bulge? Of course not. Rising, I hunched over a bit, trying to at least make my erection look smaller. When I reached over to grab Aunt Kate's plate and silverware, I saw her eyes riveted on my puffy robe. She blushed as I turned to place our stuff on the counter.

Retreating out of the room, I moved out of sight and listened.

"Guess I should have told him to take a cold shower," my cousin laughed. His mom giggled as he continued, "Mom, it looks like you still have it."

She chirped, "Stop it! You're so bad."

When they changed the subject, I left for our room. It was clear they enjoyed a closer relationship than Mom and me. I found it amusing that my cousin thought my hardening resulted from interacting with his mother when it was actually visualizing Mom in my fabricated stories.

He was right about two things: I needed to cool off, and an icy shower would do the trick. Ken entered when I finished dressing. After I relayed the morning's events, he excitedly said, "Excellent. It sounds like you're on the right track."

When we heard my aunt call out to us, we left to meet her. I chuckled when I saw her legs concealed by light-blue thigh-highs. Was she already taking my advice, and trying to entice Ken towards girls? Or was she feeling young again for a different reason?

Maybe it was nothing. I didn't think so, though.

*****

Our first stop was the mall. My aunt loved to shop. so my cousin decided this would be our first event for the day. On our way to the second store, my cousin held her hand. Nodding his head for me to follow suit, I took her other hand. She welcomed it. Upon exiting each store, she took the initiative and grasped both of our hands again.

After a light lunch at a restaurant, we drove to a park and leisurely strolled through the gardens. There was no need to initiate contact with her as she snaked her arms through ours and held us close. At that point, I wasn't even sure if it was Ken's plan or Kate's. I enjoyed reaping the benefits regardless; Kate's body felt wonderful next to mine.

Our final stop before heading home was the grocery store so that Ken could pick up some fresh vegetables. He'd promised to cook dinner for us - yet another benefit for me.

Once home, we made ourselves comfortable in the living room. The walking had tired us out a bit. After a few minutes, my cousin knelt and removed his mother's shoes so he could massage her feet. All he had to do was look at me; I joined him and assigned myself a foot and leg.

His mom leaned her head back and cooed, "What a wonderfully fun day. Thank you so much."

Ken chirped, "It was a great way to kick off our vacation."

Reaching under her skirt, he stated, "We sure don't want to ruin it by ripping your stockings." He swiftly pulled her nylon off. Her sharp intake of breath led me to believe this was not ordinary.

Wasting no time, I repeated my cousin's actions. Under the pretense of being careful, I wrapped my hands around her thigh and gingerly rolled her nylon down the length of her luscious limb. My fingers lightly slid across her smooth, hot flesh. Even though her leg was tense from the unexpected contact from her nephew, she didn't object.

"You'll have to do both, now," my cousin stated. "I'm going to prepare dinner. Get some more practice. Your mom will appreciate it."

I switched feet, and my aunt smiled widely with appreciation. Their open-concept house allowed the delicious smells from the kitchen to fill the living room. Ken shouted, "Don't forget what I told you about checking her calves once in a while."

I quickly slid my hands up her smooth flesh. Her muscles were more relaxed than the first time. She kept her eyes closed and let me work. She rewarded my efforts with an appreciative moan.

Several minutes later, my cousin interrupted my massaging. "Kev, there's one other relaxation area you could try out on your mother to help her. Hold her heel with one hand while your other hand moves up the underside of her leg. When you reach the area underneath her knee, lightly run your fingers over the skin."

Aunt Kate's eyes opened as she objected, "Ken, I don't think he should go that far with my sister. It can be a little ticklish."

Ignoring her pleas, my fingers traipsed across the flesh below her knee. Groaning replaced her feeble protests, followed by goosebumps appearing on her leg.

"It is silky smooth," I commented. "From your reaction, I'd say it's pretty sensitive."

My hands slid along her leg, massaging her flesh until the bumps subsided. Then I teased her again. After repeating the two-part maneuver a dozen times, I switched to her other leg. Aunt Kate's eyes closed while she enjoyed her nephew's attention.

"Dinner's ready," Ken announced. "Come enjoy the fruits of my labor."

We sat and devoured his delicious meal. "You're a good cook," I noted. "You're going to see a lot more of me next school year."

"No problem, Cuz. Watching people enjoy my dishes brings me joy. There have been times I've thought about switching majors and making it a career."

"My loss, your gain," my aunt interjected. "Hopefully, my son will visit me on weekends and pamper his mother."

"Of course, I will," my cousin replied. "If you remember, Kev returned every weekend last year and I know it's not because he can cook. I guess we're both mama's boys at heart."

We giggled, but he had hit the nail on the head. I studied hard during the week so I could devote all my free time to Mom on the weekends.

When we finished, Ken ordered, "After today's workout, we all need a shower. You two go to your rooms and clean up and I'll follow suit."

Refreshed and clean, I tied up my robe when my cousin entered the bathroom. "You're doing great so far," he said, encouragingly. "She's become accustomed to your touch and it'll be easier from now on."

"Thanks. You're more intimate with your mother than most sons. How far have you gone with her?"

"Not much more than we've done. It's only recently that I've tested my limits. A few weeks ago I noticed her masturbating more at night when I massaged her feet so I decided to massage her longer and harder. Sure enough, the better the massage, the louder her groans later."

That didn't bode well for me. Aunt Kate must have been fantasizing about her son, since he was the one building her up. Did Ken realize I was competing with him?

Recognizing my sorrowful expression, he attempted to cheer me up. "It's not what you think. I'll explain everything later. When you go out, don't offer to massage her legs. I have something else in mind. I'll meet you after I shower."

My aunt's attention was focused on a sitcom when I entered the living room. She flashed me a welcoming smile as I took my place. Her robe was split apart at the top, exposing more of her smooth collarbone and a few inches of cleavage - exactly as I had described how Mom had encouraged me to admire a woman's breasts.

It was becoming clearer to me that Aunt Kate wanted to change her son's sexual preference for her own selfish reasons. Ken was the one that she wanted.

"Hi, guys. What's on?" My cousin asked us by way of greeting.

"Not much. I'm going to bed early tonight," my aunt said, tiredly. "You guys wore me out."

Ken moved behind his mom and placed his hands on her shoulders. "It was a fun day. Your final treat is a vigorous massage so you can sleep better." His fingers slid underneath her robe and worked her muscles.

"That's nice, Ken," she moaned. "Thanks for all you've done today."

Pretending to watch the screen, I covertly observed his actions. His hands slowly moved his mom's robe to the sides, widening the gap in front. Kate sighed with pleasure, and after ten minutes, she leaned forward. Her exhibition wasn't lost on my cousin; he even bent over to check her out. He glanced at me and grinned. Clearly, he thought everything was going great.

Releasing his mom, he ordered, "Kev, your turn."

Aunt Kate sat upright and objected, "I'm plenty relaxed, honey. I'm heading to bed."

"Mom, Kev needs to practice so he can do the same for his mom. It won't take long. Please?"

"Okay," she sighed. "My sister does deserve this kind of attention."

Switching with my cousin, my hands went to my aunt's shoulders. She involuntarily jerked and her neck tensed when I made contact.

"Kev, massaging her scalp will relax her before continuing," my cousin instructed. "Mom was apprehensive with me the first time, too."

My fingers interlaced with her silky locks; they reminded me of Mom's. Rubbing in tight circles, I caressed her scalp and was rewarded with a series of low moans. Her body relaxed as I worked my fingers. "Your hair is fine and soft. I love running my fingers through it," I complimented her.

"Thanks, Kev. My sister and I used to brush each other when growing up. Your mother's hair is similar to mine, so all the same things should work."

"Move to her shoulders now," my cousin ordered.

Replicating my cousin's actions, my hands slowly worked her robe outwards, widening the split. While sitting on the couch, I couldn't see exactly how much my cousin had witnessed. In any case, I intently watched as more and more of her confining undergarment was revealed. Sliding my hands further to the side exposed more of her silky apparel. A sliver of her dark-brown areolas peeked out from the top of her half-bra.

My hands concentrated on her flesh while my eyes leered at her exposed mounds. My fingertips dug into her soft folds and slid lower. Resisting the temptation to venture down to cup her full breasts, I massaged the territory I had already conquered. Her breathing rate increased while her chest expanded, stretching the material beyond the edge of her nipple. My prick was iron-hard, and when I thought her tip might pop out, she leaned back into the chair.

"Whew, that was a nice workout," my aunt wheezed. Feeling her rise, I removed my hands so she could finish standing. "I'm not going to have any trouble sleeping tonight." Holding out her arms to my cousin, she begged, "Come hug your mother. You deserve a reward for being so nice to me today."

Her arms wrapped around his back and pulled him tightly to her breasts - just like I'd said Mom had done to me. She was facing away from me while my cousin rested his chin on her shoulder. Grinning at me, he embraced her and placed his hands directly above her ass. As he hugged her tightly, his eyes directed mine towards them. He was telling me to squeeze her tightly when it was my turn - to shove my bulging prick against her body.

After I nodded to show him I understood, he smiled and said, "You smell nice tonight, Mom."

She released him and replied, "Thanks, Ken. It's nice to be appreciated." She didn't move, and I knew she was contemplating kissing him, just like in the fairy tale I'd spun for her. Before she could act, Ken seized the initiative. He leaned in and pecked her on the lips.

I couldn't see her expression, but I'm willing to bet it mirrored his smile. She pivoted to her left and stepped towards her bedroom. My heart sank; apparently, I wasn't going to get a hug or have my chance. I'd been right; she wanted Ken, not me.

"Mom!" my cousin blurted. She stopped and turned to face us. "Kev was such a big help making your day special. Shouldn't he get a hug, too?"

She blushed and lifted her arms, inviting me in. I moved close and held her while her arms wrapped around me. She didn't pull me tightly as she did with her son. When our cheeks pressed together, I lowered my hands to pull her into my rock-hard bulge. A gasp of hot air washed over the back of my neck, but she didn't push me away.

Ken wished us goodnight before he closed his bedroom door. He was leaving so his mom wouldn't be held back by his presence. I slowly ground my crotch into her stomach; her arms pulled our chests together. Her soft tits mashed out to the sides.

Her natural scent, mixed together with the floral smell of her shampoo, was intoxicating. Turning my mouth to her ear, I whispered, "Ken was right. You smell nice, and your tight embrace reminds me of when my mother did it. Thanks for the memories."

After several more minutes of enjoying our close contact, she released me. Before she turned, I kissed her. Instead of just a peck, I let my lips linger on hers for several seconds. Her eyes were closed when I pulled back. "Good night, Aunt Kate. It was a great day."

Her silent answer was a nod and a wide smile.

Ken was sitting on his bed when I made it back to our room. We rehashed the events of the day. After about ten minutes, he picked up a penlight and ordered, "It's time. Follow me and listen carefully."

He led me through the dark living room and hallway until we were outside of his mom's room. Muffled sounds emanated from within, but I couldn't discern anything. Ken lowered the penlight and illuminated his face with it. His finger was on his lips. His hand went to the doorknob before he flicked off the light. He slowly cracked the door open wide enough so we could hear her voice.

Her passionate tones confirmed Ken's assertion that she was horny. Was she fantasizing about our intimate contact in the living room? I hoped so.

"Twist and pull them, baby. You know how to turn me on," my aunt spouted. It was clear she was imagining a man teasing her nipples.

"I'm wet enough, honey. Stick your meaty cockhead in my slippery hole and slide your thick prick to the bottom. Stretch me out, like you do every time."

Hearing her grunts of lust hardened me as I visualized the huge dildo disappearing into her hungry cunt. "Perfect," she groaned. "Slow and sweet like we've done since the first time we made love."

After several minutes, the squeaks from her bed became louder as she increased her pace. "Faster, sweetie. I'm getting close. Slam it into me. Fuck me hard. You own my pussy," she screamed.

Sloshing sounds were as loud as the springs squeaking mixed with her groans. When her grunts of passion ebbed, I thought she had climaxed. After several minutes, though, they increased in intensity again. She was prolonging her orgasm as she alternated between fast and slow stroking. It was a sensual method I had used on some of the girls I had dated.

"Damn, your big balls slapping against me are turning me on. I'm ready to blow. Fuck me hard and pull my ass into you," my aunt screeched. Not two minutes later, her orgasm overtook her as she screamed, "I'm cumming! I love your cock. Fuck me hard!"

Her vocal narrative switched to grunts and groans as her body writhed through her climax. Before she finished, Ken silently closed her door and switched on his light to lead us back to our room.

When we returned, my cousin explained, "As you can tell, she isn't fantasizing about me. She's thinking about Dad. What finally convinced me to execute my plan was when I realized that you've got the same type of cock. Once she realizes your prick matches her dream man's, she won't be able to resist the real thing. You're the perfect solution for helping my mom."

My smile was enough of an answer for my cousin. We plotted our next course of action before we fell asleep.

*****

I went to the kitchen the next morning, again without my cousin. My aunt asked, "Is Ken showering again?""No. He isn't hungry and decided to sleep a little longer."

We weren't long into our meal before she brought up the previous night's events. "Did Ken mention anything about last night's hug and kiss? Did it have the same effect on him as your mom's had on you?"

My cousin and I rehearsed this very conversation last night. "He did talk about it," I replied. That much was true. Then I added the lie. "He was interested in the sensation he experienced when you pressed against him."

"You mean my tits, right?" my aunt giggled.

"Yes, he wanted to know how it felt to hold a woman's breast, as he's never done it."

"And I suppose you're an expert in groping women?" she said with a sexy smile.

"I have to admit I wasn't good at it at the start. If you can keep a secret and not flip out, I'll tell you about my first time."

"Of course, you can trust me. Who was it? Do I know her?"

"It was my mother."

"Shut up!" she exclaimed. "My sister let you explore her bare breasts?"

Putting on my most serious face, I pleaded, "My mom will kill me if she ever finds out. You can't tell her." She probably would, especially since I was lying, again, about something so taboo. It was a terrible gamble, actually, as I had overheard Mom and my aunt talking about all sorts of stuff over the years, and knew they weren't good at keeping secrets.

"Our conversations have encompassed more than I'm willing to impart to your mother. She can't be made aware of our secret discussions. It's between you and me alone." She smiled widely to put me at ease. I pretended to be convinced.

"Remember when I told you she hugged me braless? A few days later, we were watching a movie on the couch. She was on her side, resting her head on my thighs. I noticed her snoring, so I looked down; her robe had fallen open, and I could see almost all of her breasts. "

"And you weren't satisfied with just looking, were you?" my aunt giggled.

"Never having seen them before, you can imagine my curiosity. It wasn't long before I gently pulled the material off and exposed everything. They were glorious, and I couldn't resist touching them. My fingers explored every inch of her flesh before cupping and lightly squeezing her mounds. Mom moaned, and at first, I thought she was waking up. Her breathing remained steady and deep, though, so I kept going. I let her expression and her moans guide me. I figured out the best way to caress her. Her areolae were so beautiful; they were the same dark-brown color as ..."

I caught myself before I spilled the beans.

"Mine?" She finished my sentence. "Go on. Did you touch them?"

"Yes. my fingertips gently enclosed them and lightly squeezed. They quickly filled with blood. She inhaled sharply, and her chest rose against my hands. I quickly checked her face to make sure she still hadn't woken up."

"Seriously?" my aunt croaked. "Don't you ever wake up in the morning with parts of your body hard? As far as your mom, I know she can become stimulated in her sleep."

It was my turn to blush. Avoiding the obvious question as to how my aunt knew all that, I continued my fable.

"After a few minutes of lightly twisting and pulling them, she moaned and stirred. Taking no more chances, I discontinued my exploration and covered her. She woke up a minute later and seemed none the wiser."

"Wow," my aunt exclaimed. "Your mom took home-schooling to a whole new level. It's easy to see why she was proud of herself when you brought home your well-endowed date."

Her frown reflected her concern that she had made some child-rearing mistakes, "Maybe if I had concentrated on my son's relationships, things could have been different. Did she have to do anything else to encourage you?"

"There was one more thing, but it's a little embarrassing," I answered.

"More so than describing how you groped your mom's tits? Come on, spill the beans to your aunt."

Ken and I hadn't gotten this far last night. I paused for a moment, pretending to be reluctant. Really, I was trying to put together the next lie. Finally, I said, "Well, Mom caught me necking with a girl in our living room. My date freaked out and left from the embarrassing situation. Later that night, Mom informed me she thought my kissing was too aggressive."

"Let me guess," Aunt Kate stammered. "Your mom came to the rescue and taught you how to kiss."

"Yes, but it wasn't like you think. It was instructional, not sexual. It was right after one of our hugs before we went to bed. Instead of a quick peck, Mom maintained close contact with my mouth, slightly opening it after a few minutes. Her tongue lightly swiped against my lips before she released me. She instructed me to be more gentle with my dates if I wanted to keep them interested."

"One kiss and you were done?"

"Nope. She insisted on practicing, and eventually, our tongues touched. Our hugging became tighter. and my hands roamed over her silky clothes while we kissed."

"Jesus!" exclaimed my aunt. "French-kissing your mother before bedtime. You said your hands were exploring. What exactly was she wearing?"

Before I could answer, Ken's door opened. Just before he walked into the kitchen, though, I whispered, "A see-through nightie."

"Yikes!" my aunt screamed.

"What's wrong, Mom?" Ken asked. "Do I look that bad?"

"No. Kev was just telling me a story, and part of it surprised me. Sit at the table, and I'll bring you breakfast."

For the remainder of the meal, my aunt looked desperate to continue our conversation. I'd taken another gamble on the negligee part, but apparently, it had paid off. I inwardly chuckled. I knew she was dying to pry more information out of me.

"It's your day, Mom," my cousin said, breaking her concentration. "What do you have planned for us?"

Aunt Kate hesitated, and I wondered if she was trying to incorporate my latest lies into the day's activities. "Don't you two groan," she said, "but we're doing a couple of things that I recall were a lot of fun back when you were younger. First, we're playing miniature golf, followed by a light snack. After that, we'll attend a double-feature movie and finish up with dinner. Appropriate dress for today is casual-fun." She giggled at that last part.

My cousin and I did in fact groan, but only because she'd told us not to. We knew it would be fun. While Ken and I dressed in our room, I caught him up on my conversation with his mom.

"Nice going," he said. "Tonight should be interesting. Hopefully, she'll remain focused on fixing my gayness." He chuckled, and I actually felt a little bad for his mom.

*****

Surprisingly, my aunt found one of the few remaining golf parks in the city. Pleasant memories returned as we competed, and it was more enjoyable than I thought it would be. My aunt wore a knee-length skirt and a billowy, untucked blouse. She had applied enough makeup to appear years younger, and could easily have been mistaken for one of our dates.

The two top buttons on her blouse became unfastened at some point and provided us with glimpses of her braless tits. She was following through on my advice and providing her son with quite the show.

My aunt hit the ball out of bounds several times. One of the times she went to retrieve it, my cousin held my arm so I wouldn't move on to my next shot. "Watch this," he said with a large grin.

When she bent over, her skirt rose mid-thigh, but more importantly, her top drooped open and revealed her hanging breasts between her open legs. Her golfing skills hadn't depreciated as much as I had thought. She was missing shots on purpose to expose herself to her son.

When she rose and turned, her face flushed; she realized I'd been enjoying the show too. For the rest of the game, she played it straight - well, you know what I mean.

After a light lunch, we drove to a multiplex theater known for showing classic movies. She picked out one of our favorite action films for the first one. We always sat in the middle seats with my aunt between us.

Our routine was to use the restrooms during intermission, which allowed us to avoid the rush at the end. My cousin said he didn't have to go and he'd stay to hold our seats. I made it back before Aunt Kate. As I sat down, my cousin handed me a silk handkerchief. "Keep it handy," is all he said.

The second film was a tearjerker, and one of my aunt's favorites. She followed our tradition, switching from shows we liked to one of her choices. Partway through the movie, my cousin's arm enveloped his mom's, and he held her hand. When I sensed her forearm moving outward towards me, I took the hint and did the same as Ken.

The hem of her skirt rose, causing the back of my hand to press against her warm flesh. She periodically squeezed my hand during dramatic scenes, just as she had during our childhood.

When the credits began rolling, my cousin announced, "The bathroom lines will be crazy long. You two wait here until the place clears while I fight the crowds. I'll meet you at the car." A minute after he left, the lights brightened, and I saw her left hand rub her face.

Turning to look, I could see tears streaming down her high cheekbones. Her mascara marred her beautiful face. My cousin had known this would happen. Aunt Kate smiled as I gently wiped away her tears with Ken's hankie.

"Where did you get that?" my aunt asked. "This movie gets to me. I must look like a mess."

"You know a boy scout is always prepared," I giggled. "You don't need to wear makeup. You're naturally beautiful."

She smiled, "Thanks, Kev. I thought Ken would appreciate seeing a woman made up today. When your mother and I were young, I wore makeup to compete with her. Her looks attracted men more than mine did."

My aunt was pretty, but I actually agreed with her. Mom was better-looking. It was a bit strange to hear Kate say it.

Aunt Kate probed, "Kev, did I catch his attention?" Her anxious tone brought me back to the conversation.

"He'd be nuts not to take notice of his pretty mother. Didn't you see him admiring your beauty?"

She blushed and croaked, "It wasn't the same as your mother did for you, but I did my best. It was a little embarrassing, especially when you got caught up in it."

"You have nothing to be ashamed of. You're beautiful."

While my thumb gently rubbed her soft cheeks, her hand squeezed mine and pulled me tighter against her thigh. It was a sensual moment. I could see lust in her eyes. I desired nothing more than to kiss her.

Before I could act on that desire, she glanced at her watch and blurted, "We're late. I bet he's already in the car."

*****

After dining at a fancy restaurant, we arrived home about when we would normally retire for the night. "Let's take our showers and meet back in the living to talk about tomorrow," my aunt suggested.

"Sure," my cousin replied. "Come on, Cuz."

After our showers, I asked Ken, "What are your plans for tomorrow? I'm running out of lies to tell her."

"Not sure. I have to see how tonight goes. I'll know more in the morning."

He certainly had his cryptic moments. I let it go, and we went back to the living room.

His mom entered the same time we did, and my cock jerked at her appearance. She wore a thin, green nightie. Her blue panties and bra were visible underneath. I immediately regretted not telling her that my mom had been braless. She followed everything else pretty closely, and I realized I had missed a great opportunity.

Her firm stance and pleading expression cried for a compliment. Ken did the honors. "Mom, you look fantastic. I've never seen you wear that nightie before."

"I've had it for a few months," his mother said, smiling at her son's approval. "It's late and I wasn't going to come back out, but I remembered we wanted to talk about tomorrow."

"About that, Mom," my cousin stuttered. "There are a couple of places I have in mind but won't know for certain until morning. Today was a lot of fun, and it's going to be hard to compete with it."

My aunt's reply was open arms. Ken walked over and let her hug him tightly. When it came to the kiss, she lingered. I had no doubt she was following my script to the letter. When she opened her mouth, though, Ken backed off a few feet. Glancing over, he nodded for me to take my turn.

She held me tight as she covertly ground her stomach onto my bulge. Taking the initiative when we kissed, my lips opened slightly before my tongue swiped across her lips. Expecting her to shift backward, I was pleasantly surprised when she hugged me tighter.

Ken didn't leave this time, and after a few seconds, he commented, "Kev knows how to kiss a woman, doesn't he?"

Without releasing me, her affirmative hum tickled my lips. When she paused as if to end the kiss, Ken piped up again. "Mom, show me how I should treat a woman if I want to date one."

His pleading convinced her to continue our illicit connection. She twisted her mouth on mine and then snaked her tongue inside. While we French-kissed, her hands explored my backside, giving me the green light to do the same.

My hands roamed across her silky nightie, and my prick jerked again. I thought back to my lie - to the fictional version of my mother who'd done all of this to me. Aunt Kate's breathing was rapid; her eyes were open this time, filled with lust. I moved closer to her covered breast, she made no move to stop me.

When I cupped her soft tit with my hand, her kiss intensified. I gently squeezed her mound as she ground against my rock-hard prick.

"That's one difference between men and women," Ken interjected. "Men don't have a big, spongy breast to squeeze. Can I try it, Mom?"

Her eyes conveyed her pleasure with her son's sudden interest in women. She pulled off long enough to croak, "Yes, Ken. See what you're missing." She connected with my mouth again as I pulled my hand away.

My cousin moved close, and I waited for him to hold his mother's breast. Suddenly, she pulled back and cried, "Ow, Kenneth! Not so hard. They're sensitive. You have to be gentle like your cousin, Kevin."

"Sorry, Mom," Ken replied as he backed off. With the intimate mood broken, the situation quickly became uncomfortable. Her angry expression turned sad when Ken turned and yelled, "Come on Kev. Let's hit the sack. We have a big day tomorrow."

I wanted to stay and talk with my aunt, but she immediately left for her room.

"What the hell, dude?" I screamed at my cousin when we were back in our room. "She was getting into it. Have you changed your mind about me seducing your mom?"

He replied, "No. It's still on. It will take a little more work for Mom to break her moral boundaries. Don't worry. You'll be fucking Mom in a couple of days."

His calm and confident demeanor comforted me. "Sorry I yelled at you. I should have known you had a plan."

*****

When morning arrived, Ken briefed me on what to say to his mother. When I informed her Ken wouldn't be joining us for breakfast again, she asked, "Did he tell you what we're doing today? I want to pick out an appropriate outfit."

"Something came up, actually," I said. "He has to go all the way out to campus to fill out some paperwork. He wants us to drive him there so he can submit it. He said we could do something in the afternoon."

"It'll take several hours each way," she surmised. "Comfortable clothes it is."

She didn't mention last night's episode and didn't prompt me for more details about Mom. Perhaps she thought she'd done all she could. It was hard not to stare at her lips throughout the meal, remembering how soft and sexy they had been when we'd kissed.

I offered to drive, and Ken insisted that he ride in back so he could work on his phone without being distracted. That was just fine with me. His mom's skirt rode up her thighs as she twisted and turned to get comfortable in the front passenger seat.

After dropping him off at Campus Center, I parked the car, then strolled through the grounds with his mother. An hour later, she received a text from Ken stating we should eat lunch as he couldn't get away.

We sat in the cafeteria for an hour after lunch, waiting for Ken to arrive. We looked like any other couple on campus, since Aunt Kate's youthful and sexy looks didn't betray her age. Hearing nothing from Ken, we decided to stretch our legs and take the walking path circling the campus. Halfway through, she hooked her arm through mine and held my hand as we leisurely hiked the trail. It was late when Ken finally messaged us that he was ready.

At the midway point home, we stopped for dinner. Ken had been quiet most of the time, which had given his mom and me a chance to talk some more. While we were eating, he finally spoke up. "Sorry about today, Mom. I wanted to do something special, but I forgot about some of the deadlines for admission."

"It's alright, Ken," my aunt assured him. "We had fun exploring the campus. Kev and I enjoyed a pleasant walk."

By the time we arrived home, it was time for bed. My aunt anxiously suggested, "After our showers, could I ask one of you to massage my poor muscles after the long drive?"

She couldn't wait to get warmed up again before making love to her favorite dildo. Her expression soured when my cousin replied, "Not tonight, Mom. I'm exhausted and want to hit the sack."

Was he leaving it open for me to get some alone time with his mother? He answered my thought when he added, "Let's go, Kev. We need to plan for tomorrow. We'll talk about it after our showers." When he turned and left, I looked over at his mom. She looked completely dejected. My heart sank as I followed Ken.

True to his word, he briefed me on how to proceed in the morning. He was confident that everything was on track.

*****

My aunt appeared relieved when I showed up alone again. It wasn't long before she conveyed her concerns. "Is Ken okay? You two talk a lot. He wasn't himself yesterday, and I'm worried about him."

The conversation proceeded exactly how my cousin said it would go. "He's fine," I said, "but he's upset he may have hurt you the other night. He's afraid you hate him. That's why he made up the story about the stuff at the college. He thought if you weren't together, things would go back to normal."

"Oh, dear," she sighed. "Instead of instilling him with confidence, I did the exact opposite. It was wrong of me to scold him in front of his cousin. I'm so bad at this, and your mother was so good. What can I do to fix it?"

"He'll be fine," I replied. "Time will heal anything. Your relationship was great before I told you about Mom. Maybe you should support his lifestyle and not attempt to change him."

"Maybe," my aunt replied, clearly unconvincingly. "Today is my turn to select the activities, and I have some ideas on how to cheer him up."

Our first stop was the zoo. Ken's mother remembered that he and I had loved going when we were kids. She wore a floral sundress and looked stunning. Her braless tits pressed against the material, distracting scores of men who passed by. She held my hand and wrapped her arm around me at every opportunity, and encouraged her son to do the same. He followed through on his plan and became less despondent as the day progressed.

After lunch, she drove us to a museum that Ken had loved to visit when we were kids. We spent even longer there than we had at the zoo, and by the time we left, we were all ready for dinner. We stopped somewhere on the way home. Everyone was in good spirits throughout the meal. My aunt was obviously happy that things seemed to be turning around with Ken. I was looking forward to how the night would end.

.

Once home, Ken chirped, "Thanks for the wonderful day, Mom. It was a lot of fun. Your tired feet will need a good massage with all the walking we did. After our showers, let me repay you."

"Perfect!" my aunt beamed. "I'll meet you guys in the living room."When I exited the bathroom to get dressed, I saw that Ken was wearing sweats. Seeing me open the dresser drawer, he insisted, "No underwear tonight."

I grinned and slid on my short robe. The thought of fucking my aunt caused me to stiffen. He smiled when he saw my cock, and said, "The quicker Mom feels your wonderful prick, the sooner you can make love to her. Before we head out there, I just wanted to talk to you about that other thing."

"Of course. I'm so horny and full of cum that it's going to be an explosive show. I'm not going to last long, because your mom is really hot."

"No worries," he replied. "Once we get your cock inside of her, she's going to cum hard and fast. She's been waiting for this for eighteen years. You're going to drive her crazy. Anyway, what I was going to say was: I'm absolving you of your commitment. My mom's pleasure is all I care about, and I want your entire focus on her."

"Thanks, Ken. I care for her too. I'll do my best to live up to her fantasy."

I arranged my stiff cock to point upwards and secured it against my stomach with the cottony belt. Ken saw, and giggled. "Break a third leg, Kev. Have fun."

Aunt Kate paraded out of her room even more boldly than she had two nights prior. My eyes locked onto her nightie-clad body as she relaxed in her chair. Her full, bare breasts proudly pushed out the thin material. Her pink panties were clearly visible beneath her thin green wrap.

Assuming our positions, we massaged her soles and toes. When her eyes closed and her moaning increased, we progressed up her calves. After several minutes, Ken transferred the foot he was holding to my bare leg. Standing up, he excused himself. "Sorry, but I split my toenail earlier. I'll trim it and be back in a jiffy."

"Sure, honey," his mom moaned. Grinning at my cousin's lame excuse, I positioned her other foot on my free leg and slid my hands up her lower legs until I reached her knees. I rocked back and forth while caressing her limbs, and that made her feet slide against my bare legs. They slowly arched outward to increase contact with my hairy flesh.

I leaned forward to stroke her inner thighs, and that made her wiggling feet slide even closer to my groin. Her tits were heaving, and she was moaning nonstop. She was loving everything I was doing to her and making no attempt to stop me - or even to pretend to be hesitant.

Before I could gain more ground, Ken hobbled back into the room and asked, "Mom, I lost mine. Can I borrow yours?"

Aunt Kate slowly opened her eyes and groggily asked, "What? Borrow?"

"Your clippers, Mom. I need them for my toe. Never mind, I'll just go look for them."

When my cousin was partway down the hall, she yelled, "They're in one of the drawers on the left."

She closed her eyes again; she clearly wanted to lose herself to pleasure again. I continued stroking her smooth flesh. My fingertips ran across her upper thighs while pushing her hemline higher. At the same time, her feet traveled further under my cottony robe. They approached my pelvis, and soon they were within inches of making contact with my prick.

"Your hands are wonderful," my aunt cooed. Her tits rose and fell under her thin nightie as she enjoyed the foreplay. "Higher, please," she pleaded.

Her intentions were clear. She wanted me to get closer to her so that her feet could come into contact with that large lump she'd felt during our intimate hugs. My fingers crept higher and higher. When they made contact with the soft flesh of her inner thighs, the soles of her feet collided with my upright cock, shoving it into my lower stomach. She sighed and sucked in a deep breath of air.

I'd managed to raise the hem of her nightie all the way up past her pink panties. I ground my palms into her hot flesh. If she'd even bothered to try hiding her arousal, her darkened, soaked crotch would have betrayed her. Her feet went completely still, as though she didn't want me to know that she knew she'd made contact with my prick. I rocked back and forth some more while massaging her succulent thighs. That made my cock slide up and down her delicate feet.

Her rapid panting caught my attention, and when I looked up, I saw her puffy nipples, filled with blood, as they poked out the silky covering.

"Mom, I can't find them," my cousin screamed from her bathroom. His interruptions were pissing me off. "Could you come help me?" he added.

Aunt Kate pushed her feet into my groin on either side of my rock-hard cock. When her heels closed on my bloated balls, her eyes opened. "I'll be there in a second, dear."

Looking towards the hall, she trapped my cock between the insides of her feet. She slid her feet up my shaft and paused when they locked onto my fat cockhead. After she squeezed my spongy tip, she quickly removed her legs and rose off her chair. She avoided my stare as she reluctantly left for her room. My eyes remained on the backs of her beautiful legs.

It suddenly occurred to me why Ken had manufactured the toe injury. He was a considerate son, luring his mother into her bedroom so her nephew could fuck her on her comfortable bed. Jumping up, I made my way into her bedroom. The sound of a drawer closing was followed by my cousin apologizing. "I can't believe I couldn't see them. Sorry, Mom. It won't take me long to take care of this."

Soon after, she entered the bedroom and looked surprised to see me standing there. I feared the uncomfortable pause was going to ruin our plan. The clippers snapped shut before Ken quickly appeared. "Mom, it bothers me how I mistreated you the other night. I've felt terrible about it. I hope you can forgive me."

Her stance relaxed as her expression turned motherly when she replied, "It's fine, Ken. I know it wasn't intentional."

"Kev has a lot of experience with women," my cousin stated. "Let's have him teach me how to handle a woman properly."

When she paused, he begged, "Please, Mom? It would make me feel better for hurting you."

"Okay, I guess it wouldn't hurt," she acquiesced. She smiled and placed my hands on her sides. She hesitated, prompting Ken to chirp, "Kiss him like before. It'll be more realistic."

Without objecting, she hugged me tightly before her moist lips connected with mine. Our mouths opened while we French-kissed as lovers. Her previous reluctance dissipated as our arousal increased. Her lustful eyes locked onto mine as my hand slid into the opening of her nightie. My hand slithered up her body, caressing her hot flesh. She grunted with lust when my hand cupped and held her meaty breast. She didn't resist at all.

Her hands explored my back as I fondled her spongy tit. I trapped her hardened tip between my thumb and forefinger, and she groaned into my mouth. When I lightly squeezed her nub, she kissed me harder, with more urgency. My cousin snaked his hand between our bodies and unbuttoned the top two buttons of her nightie before pulling it off her shoulders and shoving it to her waist.

Releasing her mouth, I leaned over and sucked her right nipple into mine. Her hands pulled my head tightly as she moaned, "That's it, baby. It's been so long since anyone has sucked my tits."

Ken moved behind me, untied my robe, and pulled it off. His mom's eyes remained shut as she enjoyed my mouth locked onto her sensitive nub. Ken pushed on my back, urging both me and his mom close to her bed.

"Let me practice on one, Mom. Lie down so I can see it better," my cousin croaked. She had lost all control of her inhibitions as she quickly pulled me to the bed. My cousin knelt beside us on her left side. After he cupped her free boob, he latched onto her nipple. Her hands held us firmly to her breasts as we milked her.

"Feed on me like you did as babies," my aunt muttered.

After several minutes of nursing, her breasts heaved with unbridled excitement. When my cousin pulled off, my fingers replaced his mouth. While one of her hands held my head, the other explored my bare back. Ken commented, "You're ruining your silk panties, Mom. Let me remove them."

"No," my aunt unconvincingly objected. Her hips shifted upward to aid him in pulling off her soiled undies. After spreading her limber limbs, Ken tapped my side so I'd position myself between his mother's legs. He went to the side of the room and sat in a chair. Pulling off his sweats, he stroked his cock as he watched his cousin mate with his mother.

All of my sucking and teasing left my aunt breathless. She anxiously awaited our incestuous joining. I hovered above her body, propped on my knees and elbows. I released her tits and kissed her sizzling flesh, moving my mouth upward until I once again found her open, welcoming mouth. My prick was ready and poised inches above her pussy. I wanted almost nothing more than to slide it into her moist depths, but even more than that, I wanted her to take the initiative. Ken wanted me to treat his mother differently than other girls. Even though our fantasies were coming to fruition, it was imperative that she was the one to set the pace.

Her hands explored my back and ass while her body writhed with anticipation. Her tongue went crazy in my mouth; she cupped my balls with one hand and wrapped her fingers around my prick with the other. She released and closed her hand several times as if she were measuring its girth. After a few minutes, she squeezed and slid up my length until the side of her hand collided with my flared ridge.

My cock ached as I waited for her to stroke my engorged head. Instead of lingering, though, she pulled it against her slit and slid it through her wet groove. Once my prick was smothered with her slick juices, she seated me between her puffy, outer lips. Her hands gripped my ass cheeks while her tongue ceased moving.

I saw it in her pleading eyes: she wanted to concentrate completely on the pleasure from her pussy. Releasing my mouth, she whispered, "Please make love to me, Kev. It's been so long."

"I'd love to, Auntie. You're a beautiful and sexy woman."

She smiled widely and gripped my buns. I remembered what I'd heard her mutter, murmur, and cry out while she'd masturbated. I wanted to do more than just make love to her; I vowed to fulfill her fantasy.

I shoved hard and split apart her soft folds with my engorged, spongy head. I didn't stop until I had descended to the bottom of her snug pussy and my balls smacked against her soft ass. She shrieked with pleasure as her clinging walls yielded to my invading ram. Her juices freely flowed; her velvet glove quivered at the feeling of fullness.

Pulling my head next to hers so we could whisper to each other, she gasped, "God, that was good. It was better than I imagined."

"Your pussy is unbelievable," I croaked. "Let me take care of you."

Pulling out until my tip was between her outer labia, I resumed fucking her at a snail's pace. Hot air washed over my ear as she panted with excitement. Her hips jerked upward, signaling that she needed a faster pounding. Her guttural groans were loud enough for her son to hear as my hard cock serviced her.

It was a toss-up who was hornier and would cum first. It had been days since I had released, but years since my aunt had enjoyed intercourse with a man. I was confident I could bring her to orgasm before I exploded. She cried, "Almost there. So good."

I slowed my stride; I wanted us to enjoy a longer unison. Groans switched to soft moans. Her channel massaged my shaft, and each time my tip threatened to pass through her engorged lips, her pussy clamped down and pulled me back inside. With her sexy body escalating my excitement, I knew I had to be content with a shorter session.

Recalling the night outside her room once again, I squeezed her ass cheeks and pulled her pelvis into mine. If I wasn't going to be able to last anyway, I resolved to give her exactly the kind of fast, hard fucking she'd been yelling about near the end. Her body writhed and bounced on the bed as she humped her hips up to meet each of my strokes.

"Uhhh, I'm cumming on your big prick," she wailed. Her pussy convulsed and snapped tightly onto my rod. My cock expanded while her tight glove squeezed several more times. Relief swept through me as her contractions decreased. I had successfully held off my climax.

Pulling out, I rose to give Ken a show. My gaze scanned her naked, hourglass figure, beginning with her full breasts and ending at the brown landing strip above her gasping gash. Her sexy body set off my orgasm. Before I could wrap my hand around my cock, a blob of semen escaped and landed below her heaving breasts. Firmly stroking my spitting staff, I covered her mounds with my full reservoir of creamy cum.

She faced her son, and when I looked at him, it was clear he had cum seconds earlier. After he cleaned off his cum-covered belly, he pulled up his sweats and moved next to his mother and me. Running one of his fingers along her flesh, he scooped up a blob of cum. "You're a mess, Mom. Can I clean you?"

She nodded, and he quickly licked his finger. Leaning lower, he slurped my sperm off her spent body. His mom looked at me and rolled her eyes as her son feasted. My cousin's voracious appetite led me to believe his interest wasn't only in watching my prick erupt. I backed off; I didn't want him cleaning off my cock like he was cleaning off his mom.

After he sucked the last pool of cum off her flesh, Ken gently draped the bed covers over his panting, post-orgasmic mother. "Good night, Mom. Let's go, Kev."

Her smile and blissful expression was her only answer. She rolled to her side and closed her eyes, completely satisfied. Turning off the lights, we made our way back to our bedroom. After crawling into bed, Ken said, "Thanks, Cuz. She looked happier than I've seen for months." He sounded completely sincere. He really did love his mom.

"I've always cared for her and will treat her as I would my own mother," I assured him.

"Except you're fucking mine," my cousin giggled. "Unless you lied and are already in bed with your mother."

It was a good thing I was under the covers so he couldn't see my prick jerk from fantasizing about Mom. "Nothing like that," I replied, opting once again to keep my desires a secret.

I found it hard to fall asleep after the thrill of fucking my sexy aunt. My cousin was also restless and piped up, "Kev, I'm leaving early tomorrow to meet up with my friend at school. You have the rest of the week with Mom. The one thing she's told me she misses most is someone cuddling up to her while she sleeps."

"Okay, I'll let her know in the morning if she's not up when you depart."

After a few minutes of silence, he asked, "Why are you still here? Didn't you hear me?"

Realizing he meant for me to sleep with his mom, I jumped out of bed and didn't bother with a robe. Briskly walking to her room, my prick swayed back and forth in anticipation.

She was fast asleep and still on her side. Crawling in behind her, I snuggled up until our bodies were pressed together. She moaned when I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her tightly. She groggily purred, "Oh, that's so comforting. Does Ken know you're spooning his mother?"

"Definitely, since he sent me."

"Of course," she stated. "My son is always looking after my best interests. You were right when you said I should support his lifestyle no matter what. He's gay and I'll always love him no matter what."

"It was nice of you to allow him to clean my juices. Some mothers wouldn't be able to handle their son slurping another man's cum off of them."

She chuckled and held my arm tightly to her warm body. I would have loved to ravage her sexy body again, but I could tell she was exhausted from the long day. Shortly after, when her breathing turned steady, I fell asleep.

*****

I awakened to the smell of sausage. Mom preferred bacon, but my aunt always cooked sausage. Both were fine with me as long as I could admire their beautiful faces during our meal. After I retrieved my robe, I sauntered out to the kitchen to find my aunt facing the stove. Her thin robe hid the backs of her upper legs but left the backs of her calves on display.

My prick awakened and poked out of my untied robe as I silently crept up to her. Reaching around, I snaked my hands into her robe. I found one of her bare tits and gently grasped it. I ran my other hand up the side of her leg until it landed on her hairy pussy. "Did my aunt sleep as well as I did? I didn't even hear you get up this morning."

She purred, "It's been years since I've enjoyed such a restful night, and it was all thanks to you." Turning the sausage with some tongs, she asked, "Wouldn't my son be upset if he walked in and saw his cousin groping his mother? Shouldn't you wait until we're secluded?"

"He left to meet his friend early this morning. He won't be back for another week."

Her body tensed as she fretted, "Was he upset with me? Maybe I should have kept my urges under control last night. I don't want him to be ashamed of me."

"No. Your son loves you, and it's what he wanted. He set this up because he was concerned about your well-being. He knew you needed someone to satisfy your sexual cravings, and I'm thankful he picked me."

She relaxed and exclaimed, "He's such a sweet boy, always making me happy. You think you're glad? I'm thrilled he found someone I've always cared about, and who's equipped with a fantastic cock."

I squeezed one of her puffy nipples and played with her slick labia, eliciting a groan.

"It wasn't by chance," I replied.

After detailing how my cousin and I had eavesdropped on her while she masturbated, she chirped, "What a little sneak. I should be mad, but since it was for my benefit, I'll have to forgive him. That would also explain how you knew how I liked my man to fuck me."

Turning off the stove, she gripped the edge and pushed me back while she bent over. She was ready for her nephew to service her.

After flipping her robe on her back, I was able to see my aunt's beautiful ass for the first time. She moved her feet outward and presented herself for an incestuous mounting. My hands explored her firm buns before moving to her thighs.

"Jesus, Aunt Kate. Your thighs and butt are perfect."

"You're about to fuck me. Isn't 'Aunt Kate' a little formal?" she giggled.

"Would you prefer Kate? Or what my mom calls you - Kathleen?"

"Neither. When we're together, call me Auntie. It's a thrill to know I'm fucking my nephew."

Inching forward, I dragged my mushroom-shaped head through her juicy slot. Her hips swayed to and fro in an attempt to swallow my hard prick, but I was relishing the feeling of her slick, puffy labia caressing my spongy tip.

My aunt pleaded, "Did you forget my son wanted you to help me? Fuck me hard and fast. I'm beyond horny this morning."

I slid my prick through her entrance, held onto her cheeks for leverage, and pushed my prick inside of her. I bottomed out in one quick stroke. She screamed, "Damn, it's better than ever. Every inch of my pussy can feel your throbbing cock."

She was so tight that I had trouble fucking her as rapidly as she wanted me to - at least at first. Soon enough, I felt her slick juices surrounding my shaft and gladly picked up the pace. She grunted each time I bottomed out and rocked her hips into me to stuff as much cock in her as possible. Her quivering quim sent shock waves of pleasure through my prick. My hopes of a prolonged fuck were dissipating. She was the best fuck I'd ever had.

Fearing I would cum before her, I found and pinched her nipple with one hand. After a dozen more strokes, her pussy squeezed tightly.

"I'm cumming!" my aunt screamed. "Fuck me hard!"

Releasing her tit, I held her ass while I pumped through her contractions. My prick couldn't last any longer from the intense assault.

"Your pussy is amazing, Auntie. I'm going to cum too."

The cold air hit my cock as it popped free of her warm oven. Auntie turned around and engulfed my cum-coated cock in her hungry mouth. One hand cupped my balls while the other squeezed my prick, urging it to erupt. She swallowed each spurt as I emptied my load. After she sensed I had finished, she pulled off and licked her lips.

"My son knew what he was doing. Your cum is tasty. Now that I've received my protein, it's your turn," she giggled. She shoved me to the table, slapping my ass before I sat. I sipped on my coffee while she finished preparing breakfast.

She served up both plates and then sat across from me. We talked about the past few days. Our conversation was certainly different. We'd always been close, but the typical, familial relationship had made certain subjects taboo. As lovers, we discussed everything. We were free to communicate our desires.

We made the rest of the week count; we acted like newlyweds during their honeymoon. Every day we enjoyed all the activities we used to do as a family, but they all felt different - better. She was more than just my aunt. I was out with my lover. We devoted our evenings to satisfying our lust for each other. Several days later, Ken sent me a note and thanked me for making his Mom so happy. When he vowed to repay me, I told him I was the one who owed him for setting us up.

One night while I was sucking on her breasts, she croaked, "You like my nipples, don't you?"

"They're perfect," I answered while chewing on one of her engorged tips.

"Growing up, the boys always liked your mother's more because hers are puffier, but you already know that since you explored hers first."

As soon as Auntie mentioned my mom's breasts, my prick hardened. I made sure it didn't touch Kate's flesh; I was still ashamed of my sexual desire for my own mother. I decided, though, that at least I could be honest with Auntie about what I hadn't actually done, even if being honest about what I wanted to do was still a bridge too far. "Actually, I've never seen them. I made it up to encourage you to expose yourself."

"Seriously?" my aunt exclaimed. "Was the kiss, hugging, and negligee all fake, too?"

"Yup. My mom is way too conservative."

"I knew it!" she exclaimed. "She would have never been able to keep that secret from me. It's a relief to know for sure, though. I was worried I might have to compete with her to win your affection. I've always held the losing hand against her when it comes to sex and romance."

Her body thrashed and writhed as she fucked me throughout the night, confident that her sister had finally lost out for once. My prick was as hard as granite when I drilled her, but images of Mom were floating through my head the whole time.

*****

On our final night, we decided to retire early and make love as many times as possible before I left for home in the morning. I was deeply conflicted. I was still looking forward to spending time with my mom, but I didn't want to leave my aunt. I fantasized about fucking my mom, but I was actually fucking Kate.

After a lengthy period of foreplay, my cock was buried to the hilt in my aunt's tight pussy. While I slowly pumped, she murmured, "Kev, I've enjoyed our time together and want you to know how much I appreciate spending time with me. I'll tell my son that you more than held up your end of your little bargain. Your girlfriends will be happy to know you're available again. I have to confess that I'm more than a little jealous of them."

"The last few days with you have been the best I've had in years," I croaked while enjoying the tightness of her clasping channel. "It's not only the great sex, but I love going out and doing things together. You're my girl, and I'm not going to see anyone else. You're stuck with your nephew."

"I'd love nothing more. The last several days have been blissful. You've made me the happiest woman in town. I had hoped we shared the same feelings."

Her hips twitched, signaling that she wanted me to fuck her faster. When my own hips were thrusting at full speed, she widened her legs, allowing me to slam into her pelvis. She pulled me tightly to her chest and kissed me while we frantically fucked.

Panting, she screamed, "God, it's the best one yet." Wanting our final session to last, I eased off. I noticed her hair was disheveled and had covered her face. I gently brushed it to the side to reveal her beautiful smile, then tenderly kissed her.

When she regained her breath, she whispered, "I never told you about that fantasy you overheard. The size and shape of your prick is identical to Ken's father's cock. I was addicted to it, but he was a horrible partner. Even with his flaws, I wanted to marry him, but he chose another. I love this method of love-making because I'm positive it's how I conceived my child."

"It sounds like he had a nice prick but was also a prick," I chuckled.

"Exactly. You're my greatest wish come true. Please make me yours and fuck me hard."

Raising her knees, she begged for a deep and hard pounding. Snaking my hands between our chests, I squeezed her mounds and pinched her hardened tips. My cock bottomed out in her pussy, slamming against her back wall. Her long legs wrapped around me. It didn't take long to bring her right back to the edge of orgasm.

Her hips humped while her hands squeezed my buns and pulled me tightly to her pelvis. "It's going to be a big one. Cum in me this time, honey. Fill me with your hot sperm."

Her words made my prick swell up even more. We had been careful up to this point, withdrawing each time. She told me she hated the unnatural feel of a rubber. I'd never pressed the issue, as she loved to suck me dry each time. "I'd love to, Auntie. I was afraid to do it before because I didn't know if you were safe. Whatever makes you happy, I'll do."

"I'm not protected," my aunt smiled. "Does it freak you out that I want you to plant a baby in me?"

My cockhead expanded larger than ever, and her shrieks of pleasure echoed her approval of my increased girth. My body went into overdrive, knowing that I was seeding my aunt.

"Wee!" my aunt screamed. "Every man loves to breed his woman. You own my pussy. Fill it with your sperm and mark me. I'm cumming on your magnificent prick!"

Her pussy snapped tightly onto my prick in an attempt to milk its contents out. Not having to worry about holding off my orgasm, I continued to plow into my horny aunt. Her walls continuously quivered with contractions as the top of my cock brushed against the tip of her enlarged, dangling clit. "Keep fucking me, Auntie. I'm going to flood your fertile pussy. Kiss the father of your child."

Our mouths mashed together while her body thrashed wildly. Her hips humped mine in perfect synchrony with my strokes. My body tingled with excitement, then waves of pleasure soared through me. When the first blast of hot juice sprayed against the back of her pussy, another intense orgasm overcame her.

"Argh, it's stronger and the best one so far," she screamed. "Your sperm is filling me full. Pack it in deep, honey!"

Her pussy expertly coaxed out every drop as I pummeled her hungry slot. Once drained, I ceased pumping but kept myself buried to the hilt. Her legs released me, and she pulled me to the bed with her arms. We panted while we recovered from our incestuous breeding.

"Wow!" she exclaimed. "That was the best sex I've ever experienced. I should have let you cum in me days ago. Impregnating your aunt turned you on, didn't it?"

"It surprised and excited me simultaneously," I admitted. "Your sexy body, and the fact I love you, put me over the edge. It felt like I was having a seizure when I came. It'll be tough to beat tonight's performance, but I'll keep trying."

"I hope so," she giggled. "We'll have to be careful around your mother or she'll suspect something. At least it'll be easy for us to visit another town and check in at a hotel since we share our last name. We can sign in as husband and wife."

"Mom will be more than happy to lend her son to her lonely sister. She's always mentioning how much you love having Ken around the house. She'll understand that you need somebody to keep you company."

We made love two more times during the night, then showered in the morning to wash off the stench of our lovemaking marathon. After a hearty breakfast, my sexy aunt kissed me goodbye and sent me back to my mother.