MOM & AUNT BOTH WANT TO WIN

The conversation on the Sunday night eventually turned to sex. What else would you expect from a dormitory full of twelve horny eighteen year-old schoolboys. But before that inevitable change, I had introduced the topic of voluntary work. The Head of School, Mr. Preston, had asked for volunteers at the morning assembly to help in painting and renovating a Day Care Services Center for a day and I had suggested to the guys that it was something we could all do together. That suggestion fell extremely flat so, giving up, I joined in the usual discussions about the women at the school.

As the Galton Faith Academy was an all-boys private school, the women were few, but there were two used for fantasy jacking off. These were the school nurse, who happened to be my aunt and who used to be the partner of Mr. Preston, and his personal secretary, who was his new partner.

My aunt was a voluptuous forty year-old with big tits projecting forward and a nicely rounded athletic ass sticking out behind her. Her surprisingly slim waist accentuated her curves. Her facial features were attractive and exposed by her light brown hair being pinned back in a French bun.

Although my aunt was attractive, she did not have the saucy enticing smile of the young lithe personal secretary, whom Mr. Preston couldn't resist. Consequently my aunt had moved out of the family home into an apartment near the school. Both women had all of us boys continually jacking off, but it was my aunt who was my favorite.

"I'd love to fuck her in the ass!" I groaned.

At that all the boys moaned in agreement and Patrick, my best friend, said with a laugh, "Well if you manage to fuck Nurse Hudson in the ass, we'll all spend a day painting that Day Care Services Center."

Even I laughed at that offer.

I was friends with all the boys in the dormitory. Unlike me, they were all from military families with either a single parent or both parents in the military. Most boys in similar positions had gone to a Military Academy, but these guys had chosen a non-military education. They mostly aspired to be bankers. We had all been at the preparatory school for three years. Now we were all eighteen, haven't finished our twelfth grades and were just killing time until we went to university. We would all be gone within a couple of weeks. I would be one of the first to leave as I would be returning home the following Saturday to stay with my mom, while I did my three-year degree at the local university. The other guys were all leaving the following Saturday. We had all done well in our exams but it was despite the school, not because of it.

On the Monday, the following morning, I was due to see dad's lawyer, Mr. Phipps, who had also been dad's financial adviser. Dad had died four years ago and had arranged for me to attend Galton Faith Academy as a boarder when one of his old friends was the Head of School. Unfortunately the friend died soon after dad and the prepaid arrangement couldn't be undone. I would now be seeing Mr. Phipps to see what financial arrangements had been made for my university education.

The next morning I was welcomed by Mr. Phipps into his office. He made sure I was comfortable before he started explaining the position.

"Well Jack, as you know your father paid a considerable sum to the Galton Faith Academy for your fees and accommodation, far more than he had to. No doubt they passed some of the excess to you while you were there?"

"Not a cent." I replied with a shrug. Mom had been my only source of pocket money all the time I'd been there.

"Oh!" he looked surprised, but carried on explaining.

"For your university years, apart from providing for your fees etc., your father set up an investment fund which, I have to say, has been invested miraculously profitably. The total stands at half a million dollars. The fund will be paid to whoever you nominate as the provider of your accommodation. Strangely, the money is to be paid up front as soon as you have signed the contract. This means that in theory the provider could renege on what they have promised to you and provide very little. I guess that because your father assumed that you would be choosing to stay with your mother, he had no need to place any conditions on the money.

"I will of course be staying with my mom," I said.

Mr. Phipps beamed, "I knew you would be saying that. After all, with you going to Seattle U, First Hill is not far from your home. I know your mother is looking forward to you returning home. I have already told her about this money and she intends to give practically all of it to your father's foundation. I have here the papers now for you to sign in her favor if you wish."

He pushed a paper for signature towards me and I scribbled my autograph across it immediately. As soon as Mr. Phipps had mentioned the money, I had felt sure that mom would be giving it to dad's foundation. It was the charitable organization that I intended to take a lead part in myself, when I had finished university.

Mr. Phipps suddenly looked serious. "I'd better tell you that, because of the initial way your father set things up, your Head of School, Mr. Preston, also has electronic copies of these papers and is aware of the value of the fund. A silly idea did occur to me that, given the sums involved, he might even try to persuade you to stay on at the school premises, but now you've signed this, that is the end of the matter."

Mr. Phipps relaxed back in his chair with a smile. "I'll just let your mother know you've signed the papers. I know she'll be pleased."

"No," I replied. "I'd like to tell her myself when I visit her next Saturday, which will now be my effective returning home day."

"Of course," Mr. Phipps nodded his head in acceptance.

As I started my walk back towards the school, I thought about my mom and my aunt, her sister. They had both been in competition for dad when they were teenagers. My mom had won and my aunt had hated her ever since. At thirty eight, my mom was two years younger than my aunt. They both had the same light brown hair color. My aunt was attractive but my mom was beautiful with a figure that if anything was more curved and voluptuous than my aunt's.

I had really been looking forward to moving back in with mom and had stayed with her a few weekends in the past year. She was very affectionate and was always hugging me and telling me how she loved me. Each time I met her I would be eager to tell her my news, but as soon as we stepped up to each other she would say "kiss me" and I had to give her a peck on the lips before I was allowed to continue.

One time, however, I had made a terrible mistake. As I lay in my bed at mom's I had some pages from a porn magazine that I kept in an unobtrusive folder. Inside were my three favorite porn pages. The first was a picture of an older woman in her white underwear, which consisted of the traditional porn clothing of bra, bikini panties and garter belt. The straps of the garter belt were attached to tan stockings, and high heels completed the outfit. In the picture was a nude young guy, who looked like a teenage boy, lying back on a bed. The woman was between his legs fellating him. Above the picture I had written the caption in bold letters 'Naughty boy forces mommy to suck him off'. On the next page the bra and panties were gone and the woman was clad only in stockings, garter belt and high heels. On this page she was straddling the young man, fucking him. Her beautiful big juggs, which had not been so obvious on the first page, were on full display. The caption I had written read 'Naughty boy makes mommy ride him'. On the last page the woman was kneeling on the bed holding the handrail while the boy's penis was clearly in her ass. My caption read 'Naughty boy punishes mommy'. There were a number of my cum stains on the pages but not enough to spoil my viewing.

I had placed the folder in my bedroom drawer but unfortunately forgot to pack it in my bag to take it back to school. I thought nothing of my mistake as I knew mom would not be going into my drawers. The next time I was home, mom greeted me as usual expecting me to give her a kiss before we talked. However, when I went into my bedroom I realized with horror that the drawers had been replaced. My folder was in the new drawers, which meant that mom would have had to move it.

My mouth was dry as I went down to the lounge, but mom just smiled and hugged me again. I realized with relief that clearly she had not looked in the folder and I sat down trying with difficulty to compose myself.

As I arrived back at the school from my trip to dad's lawyer, I was greeted by Mr. Preston who, smilingly, guided me into his office.

"Hello Jack, I just wanted a chat about your next move."

As I entered his office, I noticed that my aunt was seated there waiting for me.

"Now Jack," he said as he continued smiling. "I know you've just been updated by your father's lawyer on your options and you're probably planning to live with your mother, but I just wanted you to consider staying on here. Your aunt would obviously be delighted with that arrangement."

He'd raised a hand towards my aunt as if pointing her out to me. I smiled inwardly as I knew that she hated me.

He continued, "You know about the money, a considerable sum. That would be embarrassing for us given our current very profitable situation, but fortunately it would be mostly used by the school's charitable trust. Clearly you won't be in a dormitory, but from now on will be in here."

As he had been speaking he had led me outside his office to the next room and gently pushed me through the doorway. The room looked expensively furnished. There was a large 3d television screen on one wall. In the corner was a small fridge. A laptop, which I knew to be top of the range, sat on the desk. It must have all cost a fortune. Then on the bed I saw the Intermec cell phone. I knew it had a range of features including great video recording.

"You will have free access to all our library facilities as well. We'll keep the fridge stocked with beer of course. Please don't make a decision now," Mr. Preston said quickly. "You will need to have your 'end of school' medical by Nurse Hudson," he smiled, "your aunt, this afternoon, so I hope to hear your decision after that."

He turned abruptly and went back into his office. My aunt just said to me with a taut smile before she followed him, "Come to my surgery at three o'clock."

As she closed the door I sat down on the bed bewildered. I hadn't dared to tell them that I had already signed the papers in favor of mom. I decided to leave the laptop alone, but I was eager to register my Intermec cell phone, which I quickly did. I tried taking a video in the room. The picture quality was superb. I was feeling warm and was about to open a window when I saw an air vent in the wall. I opened it up, but instead of a blast of fresh air I felt nothing. It was only then that I realized it was not an outside wall, but the wall separating Mr. Preston's office and my room. I could see that the vent was shut his side. I could not see into his room but I could clearly hear all the conversation.

Mr. Preston was evidently addressing my aunt. "This has got to work," he hissed. "We have to have the money to cover our current deficit. We've made huge losses this year."

My aunt sounded sarcastic in her reply, "Well you shouldn't have spent so much money on your floozy."

Mr. Preston ignored her comment as she continued, "and the cost of the equipment you've provided for Jack is ludicrous."

"It's all on loan," he replied, "It's going back in a couple of weeks, when he's signed the papers. Anyway, remember you'll be getting fifty thousand dollars for your role in this. Your medical checkup had better be good. I need to go away for a few days and when I'm back I'll expect him to have signed the papers in our favor."

"Don't worry about me dear," aunt replied sarcastically, "although I hate the little smug bastard, I'll bring him round."

I was extremely puzzled by all this. Although I enjoyed playing with the Intermec cell phone, I had no intention of permanently using any of the equipment. Mr. Preston and auntie were clearly crooks and I felt relieved that I'd already legally committed myself to mom, but how the medical was going to help them I had no idea. I decided that I had to stop this going any further. I wouldn't tell my aunt that I'd already signed in mom's favor, but I would tell her that I'd made up my mind.

At three o'clock I entered Nurse Hudson's surgery. My aunt looked up briefly from her desk and told me to take off my clothes and lie on the couch. As I slowly unbuttoned my shirt I looked around. A bed was made up on one side ready for a possible emergency. In the middle of the room was a massage table on which she evidently intended to examine me. Next to it were various bottles of oils and lotions.

I had taken everything off except my boxers and was moving towards the couch when my aunt stopped my forward movement with, "All of it! I'm a nurse. I've seen it all before you know."

Sheepishly I took off my boxers and tried to stroll confidently to the table. As I walked towards it I said. "Auntie, I need to tell you that I have decided to regretfully decline Mr. Preston's invitation to stay here."

"I see," she said slowly, "well let's get on with your examination."

She was wearing her usual white tunic covering her down to her stockinged legs just below the knee. I was feeling exposed but started to relax more as she went through the usual routine examination of looking at my tongue, looking at my ear drums etc. Everything seemed fine until she started examining the glands at the side of my neck. Pressing in with her fingers she made a sound which conveyed a little concern. I can't say I was worried as I hadn't noticed anything amiss myself, but she continued prodding.

Standing back she asked me to open my legs so that she could examine the glands in my groin. Obediently I opened them slightly, but she prized them further apart. Putting her hand on the lower part of my stomach she slowly slid her fingers down my right groin, easing them between my balls and my leg. Embarrassingly I could feel the heat rising in my cock as it began to thicken. When she then repeated the maneuver down my left groin my cock inflated into a hard erect phallus.

I was flush with embarrassment, but auntie seemed to ignore my problem just saying the glands in my groin seemed OK. She then told me that she needed to check my testicular glands and gently squeezed my balls. My state of excitement was increasing exponentially.

As she squeezed my balls she whispered in a confidential tone, "Your testicles seem heavier than they should be. Do you masturbate regularly?"

"About twice a week," I lied. It was at least four times a day, but I couldn't tell her that.

"Well that's identified your problem then dear," she diagnosed in her continuing confidential whisper, "you need to relieve yourself more often."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing, especially as she suddenly gripped my cock round the base and held it as if measuring its girth.

"I suppose I could help you," she whispered, "but I can't see why I should, when you don't wish to stay with us."

I was getting desperate now for her to continue. "I suppose I could reconsider," I gasped.

Her hand had moved up my cock nearer to my helmet as she smiled and said in a louder voice, "Why that would be wonderful."

Not letting go of my cock in her right hand, she reached out with her left hand for a bottle of lotion and splashed a generous amount over my cock and balls. She then started slowly jacking me, her fingers caressing the mushroom head as her left hand cradled my balls.

"You're very well endowed Jack," she said with a smile and despite the fact that I felt I couldn't trust a word she said, I did believe by her admiring tone that she meant it.

Her fingers felt heavenly as they danced up and down my boner. Whenever I jacked off I had always done it frenetically, but now I could feel the benefit of a slow steady hand.

As she stroked me, auntie had returned to her whispering tone, "You like that Jack, don't you. I bet you've dreamed of me doing this to you. Well if you stayed with the school I would need to give you a medical every week to ensure that your testicles were regularly drained.

"Oooh!" I moaned. I didn't believe she meant a word of what she was promising, but the pleasure she was giving me was indescribable, She hadn't increased the speed of her stroking but she was concentrating now solely on the crown and squeezing it a bit more firmly. I was gripping the table covering with both hands.

I could feel the buildup in my cradled balls as I groaned aloud, "OOoooh I'm cumming Auntie!"

The jizz spurted out through her fingers as she gently squeezed my balls and held my boner. Her fingers had intercepted the cum jetting out too far and the white cream was now covering my stomach. She cleaned me up in silence, but as I dressed she said, "I'll see you for another medical at the same time on Wednesday when you can confirm that you're staying here."

I nodded my acquiescence and walked out to my new room next to Mr. Preston's office.

On Tuesday I fought all day with a troubled conscience and eventually decided that I needed to be mainly honest with my aunt and tell her that I was going home to my mom, even if that meant foregoing a delightful handjob. Consequently, on the Wednesday, as soon as I entered her surgery, I looked my aunt in the eye and said that I would not be staying.

After looking at me seriously, auntie told me to strip off anyway, so she could check me out. This time her fingers went straight to my groin and my boner reacted accordingly. She gently squeezed my balls with her right hand and felt the glands in my neck with her left hand. As she touched me she said in a pained voice. "It's a pity you're not staying. I'd intended to drain you again, but this time holding your testicular glands with my right hand as I felt the glands in your neck with my left hand."

I didn't understand what she was saying. Was she going to put a machine on my erect cock? Then it was clear.

"Of course that would only have left me my mouth to stimulate your penis to orgasm." she said with a voice conveying regret for what might have been.

At that moment I wanted nothing more than for auntie to give me a blowjob and I found myself crying out, "OK then I'll stay here at the school."

Auntie smiled and whispered, "Good boy, I'll print off the papers for you to sign at your next medical on Friday and remember I'll be sucking you off on a weekly basis from now on."

With that promise she closed her luscious red lips around my crown and pushed them down my boner, sliding the mushroom head into her mouth. Her tongue was busy lashing my helmet, pushing into the red eye and licking the rim. Her pretense of touching my neck had gone and the fingers of both her hands were either cradling my balls or gripping the base of my boner. The technique of her wet mouth and tongue were amazing and I found it incredible that Mr. Preston had ditched her for a younger less experienced model.

I was groaning ecstatically, "Oooh that's fucking great auntie."

This time I was not gripping the table as my hands had reached out and were gripping her hair, holding her head as it bobbed determinedly up and down. She started going lower on the downstroke, pushing my helmet down her throat and breathing noisily through her nostrils. Each sliding movement of my boner in her throat sent a spasm of pleasure through my genitals.

Pretty soon I was screaming, "I'mmm cumming!!" as my jets of cum filled her throat and mouth. At that point she concentrated on sucking my helmet hard in her mouth and squeezing my balls in time with my orgasmic spasms. She swallowed every drop and stood back with a triumphant look.She was silent again as I dressed, but as I went to leave she said, "I'll have the papers prepared for Friday for you to sign. Come here at the same time."

I smiled and nodded, a plan having formed in my mind.

On Thursday I was very relaxed having satisfied myself that I had a plan that would get auntie to allow me to fuck her. It would be a great pleasure for me and it would serve her right.

Friday afternoon I walked confidently into her surgery. She stood there smiling with the papers to be signed in her hand. Standing tall she looked even more voluptuous than usual as her high heels pushed her ass in the air and her tits seemed to be thrusting towards me defying gravity.

"I'm not signing those papers." I said straight out.

"What!!" she looked dumbstruck and very angry.

"No," I said, "I don't want to stay here. I want to come and stay with you."

"What?" she said again but this time with incredulity.

"Auntie," I said with a serious tone, "I love you and I know that sex with you will be fantastic."

As I was saying the words I could see the dollar signs lighting up her eyes. "Darling," she gushed, "I love you as well. Of course you can stay with me. I'll look after you and you can enjoy the body of an experienced mature woman."

She didn't add what she was really thinking, which was that she would have not fifty thousand dollars but five hundred thousand dollars all to herself. And that because there were no conditions to the money, she could refuse me any more sexual favors and probably find some excuse to kick me out of the apartment. Furthermore it would be one in the eye for her ex-partner and for my mom.

As I walked towards her with my arms outstretched she said, "I'll have new papers drawn up for tomorrow."

"No," I said in explanation. "I'm going home tomorrow to tell mom my decision. It's the least I can do, given her expectations, and then I'll come back Sunday to sign the papers and move in with you."

I could see she was disappointed, but felt unable to argue with me.

"Now," I said, guiding her towards the bed in the surgery, I would like to get to know you better, after all we will be lovers."

Auntie started to protest, "No, no, let's not rush this. We'll have plenty of time to get to know each other when you move in with me."

But her words fell on my deaf ears as I pushed her firmly down on the bed and lay beside her.

"Let's just cuddle," she whispered hopefully, but I was already undoing the buttons down the front of her tunic.

"I could give you a handjob," she whispered, hoping to draw things to a swift conclusion, and began to quickly undo my belt and pants.

But I had continued at a quick pace, pulling her tunic apart and exposing her bra and panties. Her stockings turned out to be thigh highs with that tender gap of naked thigh at the top. The sight of her underwear was turning me on even more. We were in frantic competition as we tried to strip each other as fast as possible. She was determined to finish me with a quick handjob before I could go too far with her, but my sexual excitement was giving me strength. No sooner had she removed my pants and boxers than I had reached behind her and unclipped her bra, pulling it forwards off her shoulders.

Her breasts were big and luscious and I leant forward and started sucking on one of her tits even as she was grabbing my boner and trying to jack me off. I found that I was unsuccessfully trying to block out what she was doing with my cock as I started pulling down her panties. But then, letting go of my cock in her shock, auntie belatedly tried to pull her panties up again but I managed to rip them off her.

She now wanted to go back to her determined effort to jack me off and to keep her legs together at the same time but, as I pushed one finger forcibly down between her legs and rubbed her clitoris, she loosened her grip on my boner. I was sucking her delicious nipples at the same time as my finger was working her and auntie began to breathe heavily.

Although I could feel her juices on my finger she was successfully keeping her legs together. "What will you do with all that money auntie?" I whispered.

I continued, "Maybe a new car? Lots of new clothes of course." As I was whispering I felt the grip of her legs begin to slacken and I was able to slide a second finger down to that juicy tender area.

By now she had let go my cock completely as she concentrated on trying to keep her legs together as much as possible, but it was a losing battle as I felt her legs weakening a little more and I now was able to slip a third and a fourth finger between her legs. Now I was really able to massage her sexual organs, pushing her labia lips apart, rubbing her soaking clitoris and slipping a finger into her opening. The sound of her heavy breathing had been joined by small whimpering sounds.

Feeling I had her fully prepared and accepting, I rolled on top of her. I loved the erotic feeling of her nylon stockings against my legs. She was moaning now as I tried to nudge her legs further apart, but she suddenly seemed to realize how close I was to getting what I wanted. With a huge effort she tightened her legs together and whispered desperately. "No, no baby. Let's save the pleasure until you're home with me. Auntie will take you to heaven!"

I knew she had no intention of doing anything of the kind and, although she did not know it, I was never going to move in with her anyway. I decided to put the pressure on and said in a firm voice, "No auntie, I can't wait. I need you to prove you love me."

I waited a brief second before whispering one word at a time with heavy emphasis, "Five hundred thousand dollars!!"

Auntie groaned and her legs slackened. Using the window of opportunity I wriggled myself fully between her legs and pushed my helmet towards her entrance. Auntie screamed as the tip of my mushroom head touched her hot pink moist opening and screamed again even louder as, with a hard thrust, I pierced her, sliding my hard meat a few inches up her tight juicy warm pussy.

She now knew that any chance she had of me not using her fully for my pleasure had gone. I pulled back and thrust hard again, my boner sliding remorselessly a few inches more up her love tunnel. On my next thrust I grinned as I was assisted by her pelvis eagerly pushing back at me. She clearly didn't want to be responding to me as her face was contorted with a grimace of anger with herself. I guessed that, since her separation from Mr. Preston, she had been deprived of sex. Well I was now getting the benefit of her body's need to make up for it.

She moaned, "God, you're so big!"

Now she was assisting me in our fucking motion, I went back to enjoying her tits. I sucked greedily on her plump nipples, causing her to thrust against me even harder. Her moaning was getting louder and louder. Grasping a leg in each hand, I pushed them wide apart and drove into her with long deep strokes. Her big juggs were swaying around and, as she automatically went to hold them, I slapped her hands away. She submitted immediately to my action. I was clearly in charge and I loved it. I realized that having my cock deep inside her gave me total power over her. I pushed a finger into her mouth and she obediently sucked on it. I felt a cruel pleasure in exploiting her financial greed and plundering her voluptuous body. I was the boss.

I could sense that she was approaching an orgasm, but I wasn't going to let her achieve it until I was ready to take full advantage. I slowed my thrusts and pushed my tongue in her mouth. She sucked my tongue greedily. Eventually, having delayed my orgasm as long as possible, I squeezed her tits and pinched her nipples sending her over the top. Her vagina contracted round my boner as I'd intended and, as her vagina muscles milked my cock, I spurted thick fiery spurts of jizz, her orgasm causing her organs to suck my teenage cum deep inside her.

Dressing quickly, I promised to see her on Sunday for the paper signing and went back to my room. Pretty soon I heard files being taken out of drawers in Mr. Preston's room and my aunt's voice. She was speaking to the school's solicitor, who had been involved in the school's plans to keep me there, and was clearly taking him into her confidence about me staying with her. She listened for a long time and then, to ensure that she had understood correctly, repeated what he'd said, "So, I would receive the half million dollars immediately. The contract is so badly worded that I would then only have to show initial intention of having him to stay in my apartment, say for a couple of weeks. I don't even have to be in the apartment when he is there. Then when I throw him out for some misdemeanor such as playing loud music, I still keep the money?"

The lawyer obviously confirmed that she had got it right as my aunt then responded with just one word, "Excellent."

Having finished her call with the lawyer, my aunt then dialed another number. I didn't realize whom she was speaking to at first, then realized it was my mom.

My aunt was sounding triumphant, "Hello dear, I'm just calling to say that Jack has decided that he is coming to live with me. Apparently he must prefer me to you. I can't think why! He says he wants to tell you himself tomorrow but I knew you'd want to hear it from me first."

The call seemed to come to an end abruptly and I guessed that mom had cut auntie off.

I knew I needed to phone mom immediately so that she didn't worry. I dialed her number and she answered immediately. but before I could explain she demanded to know," Have you signed the papers in favor of your aunt yet?"

I intended to say "No, but I want to explain that I've already signed them in favor of you." However, I only got as far as, "No, but I wanted to explain-" before mom screamed down the phone.

"Don't you dare sign those papers until after you've seen me!"

I began to try and explain again, "I won't but,"

I was interrupted again by mom screaming, "You're a bastard!"

Then the phone went dead. I knew she'd smashed the phone and probably stamped on it, as I'd seen her do once before when she was angry. There was no house line at home as the cell phone reception was so good. There was therefore no way I could tell her the truth until I saw her the next day. However, surely by then she would have realized how foolish she had been and that there was no way I would want to stay with auntie instead of her.

The next morning, Saturday, I packed up all my things in a timeworn big blue suitcase. There was no way I wanted to leave anything at the school. Suddenly, without knocking, auntie entered just as I was putting an old discolored ten inch Lego Star Wars trooper statuette in the case. She looked disconcerted at my case, as it looked like I was packing not to return.

I indicated the statuette and said, "I'm just dumping all my old rubbish at mom's," and then added with a smirk, "she can deal with it."

Auntie nodded and smiled, satisfied. In reality the statuette was one of my most treasured possessions. Dad and I had made it together when I was young.

At this point I noticed that she was carrying a bottle of champagne. She walked over to the fridge, took a number of beer bottles out to make room, then placed the champagne inside. She explained with another false smile, "We can celebrate with a drink after you've signed the papers tomorrow. Oh, by the way, I can't come with you to my apartment tomorrow as I need to be away for a few days."

I tried to look surprised, which I wasn't. She added as an explanation, "The sad funeral of an old friend, but of course I'll be joining you as soon as I can and then I'll give you the sexual time of your life."

The last few words she said with sexy drawl, but then, with a quick comment that she had to rush, she hastily walked to the door and shut it behind her. I grinned to myself. She clearly wanted to avoid the danger of me pushing her on the bed and ripping her clothes off.

I was just about to exit the room when my friend Patrick phoned me. "Hey Jack, just wanted to say goodbye. The guys and I haven't seen you since you moved into that swanky room. You're lucky to be leaving early, none of us are going home until next Saturday."

I was pleased to hear from my friend "Hey Patrick, we will get together for a drink in a few weeks when we're settled," I assured him.

We carried on chatting about how shit school was and how badly the Seattle Seahawks season had gone. But then, just at the end of the conversation, Patrick added that he'd seen my mom in town that morning hurrying out of the Gary Manuel Salon. I had heard that it was one of the more expensive hair styling salons in Seattle. Patrick hadn't recognized her immediately as she had a different hairstyle. Then an hour later he had again seen her, this time she was coming away from Macy's in the Northgate Mall with a number of shopping bags.

Having ended the call with Patrick, I felt a lot better about mom. Obviously, if she was concerned about getting her hair styled and about shopping for clothes, she was not worrying about the possibility of me wanting to stay with auntie. Although I had left everything else that had been provided for me in the room, I did take the Intermec cell phone. I had plans to use that phone before I handed it back.

I felt very cheerful as I arrived in a taxi at the house. As I walked in the front door, I expected to see mom waiting for me in her usual casual slacks and loose top, puckering her lips for my welcome quick kiss. As I heard a noise, I then realized she was upstairs and as I climbed the stairs I heard the noise of her shower. Walking into my bedroom, I opened the suitcase on my bed and unpacked it, thinking how I was settling in for a good few years. After unpacking I stood for ten minutes under the shower before I wrapped a towel around me and lay on the bed.

I must have fallen asleep because it was some time later when I was woken by mom opening my door and walking in. Getting off the bed, I stood up to greet her. She had a long bathrobe wrapped around her and seemed to be stumbling as she walked towards me, with a bottle of lotion in her right hand. As she stopped in front of me, I gazed at her in surprise. Her hair was styled completely differently. The strands of her light brown hair were curled up and pinned, except for a delightful fringe that gave her face a girlish appearance. Her face makeup was skillfully applied and magically enhanced her natural beauty. Her lips were the color of rich deep red, glossy and sensuous. Her eyes were sparkling, topped by her eyelashes. However, I could see that the rims of her eyes were slightly red, a clear sign that she had been crying and I began to hurriedly reassure her that she'd misunderstood my intentions in regard to where I would be staying.

I opened my mouth, but before I'd had a chance to utter any words, she placed a finger over her lips in the traditional instruction to keep quiet, then whispered, "my kiss."

She bent forward and I went to give her the usual peck, but this time it was different. For a start, I hardly had to bend my head at all, she seemed to have grown taller. However, the main difference was the kiss. Before I could break away, she placed her free hand on the back of my head, pulling me towards her and, as our lips came together, she opened her mouth and pushed her tongue forward to mine. After my initial numbness I eagerly began kissing her back, tongues tussling, and we thoroughly explored the membranes of the inside of each other's mouth.

Eventually, we broke away, both breathless. I was in shock, staring helplessly at her, then she began to speak to me in a loud whisper.

"I always knew my sister was a slut." Her tone was disdainful. "I can easily guess what she's done to you and what she's got you to do to her."

Her mouth was grimacing with disgust. I tried to interrupt her, but she determinedly carried on.

"Well I can be a slut as well," she spat out and, with that shocking comment, undid her bathrobe and threw it off.

I gasped. I knew now why Patrick had seen her coming out of Macy's. She had picked out the sexiest lingerie I had ever seen. No, that was not a true statement. I had seen lingerie very similar. It was in the porn pages that I had carelessly left at mom's. The white bra was packed with mom's big breasts, but her cleavage still spilled out over the top. The white bikini panties and white garter belt were the same design as in my porn pictures and the tan stockings replicated that in my fantasy pictorial. High stiletto heels completed the outfit, which explained why she was a good few inches taller.

I certainly had no intention now of rushing to explain that she'd misunderstood. The last thing I wanted her to do was stop whatever she intended to do. She put the bottle of oil down beside the bed. Her hands came forward and, as she began to undo the towel which was protecting my modesty, she pushed her bottom lip forward resolutely as if to say, 'don't you dare try to stop me'.

As my towel fell to the floor, mom's face looked relieved as my boner stood up, saluting her. She pushed me back on to the bed and, kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed, spread my legs apart.

Placing a hand on each of my thighs, she looked up at me and whispered, "Is naughty boy going to force his mommy to suck him?"

She was saying the words I'd written over my porn picture. I breathed heavily and whispered back, "Oh fuck yes!"

Mom looked relaxed as she reached for the bottle of oil and started spreading it liberally over my cock and balls. The oil was running down my groin and into the sheet, but mom didn't seem to care. As she was preparing me she began a running commentary with a slight smile on her face.

"I saw your porn pictures, you dirty little boy. You want to be masterful don't you, just like your father. Everybody knew him as a sweet, kind man, which he was, but he was completely different in the bedroom. He liked to be the boss and in command. He would call me all sorts of filthy names as he used my body for his pleasure."

I was surprised to learn that my father enjoyed being dominant in his sex life, but it explained why I had enjoyed being in charge as I was fucking my auntie. As mom was telling me this, her breath quickened a little and I realized that she must have enjoyed that relationship with my father.

Her hands were massaging the oil all over my boner and balls. As she slid her fingers down below my balls, I could feel her middle finger touching the opening to my sphincter.

She carried on whispering, "Your daddy liked me to have my finger in his ass when I sucked him. Do you want mommy to do that for you?"

This piece of titillation was not something that I had ever considered in my fantasies, but now I decided it was compulsory, so with a firm voice I said, "Just do it, you mommy-slut!"

With that instruction, mom's oiled finger slid deliciously into my asshole. I gasped as it was inserted, getting used to the feeling of something in my anus. With her left hand sorted, she cradled my balls in her right hand and slid her red glossy lips down over the crown of my boner. I cried aloud at the pleasure she was giving my genitals. Her finger was moving slightly in my asshole as she gently massaged my balls and sucked my cock.

I decided to develop her subservient role. "Lick round the rim of my helmet, bitch!" I commanded.

Mom dutifully complied; seemingly pleased we had established our sexual relationship. I decided to be a bit cruel, "Of course, auntie took me deeper down her throat. God she really made me cum!"

Mom groaned, then lifting her mouth off me briefly snarled, "You're a shit!"

I grinned. I knew that after her phone call with auntie, she would have been imagining with horror the thought of her sister giving me a blowjob. She would have been picturing my aunt licking and sucking my hard young tender stalk, bringing me to orgasm and triumphantly extracting and swallowing my fresh teenage cum.

Mom renewed her efforts, allowing my boner to slide down her throat. When my cock had reached its limit and her nostrils were against my pubic hair, she pulled back allowing my boner to slip back to her mouth. After sucking my helmet strongly, she allowed my cock to slide steadily back down her throat again.

I groaned loudly, "Oh mommy, you sucking slut!

I was throat fucking her, but it was her doing all the movements. Her finger in my asshole was active, slyly pushing gently in and out, while her fingers cradling my balls gently squeezed and scratched.

I could not hold back any longer as my orgasm exploded, cum jetting out of my cock. Mom greedily swallowed my jizz, not wanting to allow any of her son's precious seed to escape.

I lay back drained, but mom grasped hold of my cock and, pouring more oil over it, began to firmly jack me. Pretty soon it was fully erect again and mom regretfully let it go to unclip her bra and take off her panties.

She stood there holding my boner, looking like the woman in my porn picture, except mom's breasts were even bigger and her nipples and areolae looked like delicious large plums.

As she looked at me gazing at her, open mouthed, she gave a sly smile and whispered, "You're a dirty little boy and I know your fantasies. Well mommy's going to make your fantasies a reality. Now, does my naughty boy want his mommy to ride him?"

I grinned at her, "Climb on board, bitch!"

Mom added more oil to my already glistening cock and then knelt astride me, straddling me. As she touched my cock to her entrance, we both held our breaths at the taboo act she was about to commit. As she pushed herself down, we both gasped as my helmet pierced her opening. She was quite tight and it only slid up her a few inches. Determinedly she lifted herself up and down, gasping each time she achieved a further inch of thick cock. Eventually, I was embedded to the hilt and she sat back pleased with her complete capture of her teenage son's hard meat.

She had difficulty moving at first with me inside her, but eventually was able to achieve small thrusts which became greater movements as her juices enabled me to slide in and out of her more easily.

She moaned, "God, you're so big!"

I grinned up at her arrogantly and said, "That's what auntie said as I fucked her."

Mom groaned in the hurt of her jealousy and spat out with a whisper, "You're a cruel bastard."

I knew I was being mean but I also knew that the more jealous she became, the more effort she would put into riding me. She arched her back, pushing her big tits out, and began a strong pumping motion with her hips. I rested my hands on her thighs near the top of her stockings so that, as her pelvis moved backwards and forwards, my hands slid from her stocking tops on to the bare flesh at the top of her thighs. I loved the feel of the nylon and her garter straps.

She started talking in small gasps, "Your father loved me on top as well. He would squeeze my breasts as he commanded me to fuck him harder."

I knew that this was a plea for me to take the same action. She was projecting her breasts out in front, silently entreating me to hold them. Suddenly I reached my arms up and grasped a succulent breast in each hand. She let out a cry of relief as I started squeezing and mauling them, feeling the nipples erupting.

"Fuck me with long strokes," I commanded as I kept grasping those wonderful melons.

I could see her face frown in concentration as, with a steady tempo, she pulled her pelvis back, allowing my boner to almost slide out, then pushed forward sucking my boner inside her pussy. I was groaning in pleasure now and, as she was pumping me, I could see her smiling with relief that she was satisfying me at the highest level of sexual gratification.

She started talking again in small gasps, "Mommy is your sex slave, darling! I know you'd like to punish me by tying me to the bedrail and fucking me in the ass. You can do whatever you want with me, you naughty boy!"

Fucking mom in the ass had been one of my fantasies. Although tying her up was not previously part of the fantasy, it certainly would be now.

Her riding motion had become more forceful as she was becoming more confident, fucking me with relish. I pinched her nipples causing her to scream in pain and pleasure.

She had no thought about her own gratification, unselfishly only wanting to give me as much sexual pleasure as possible. Nevertheless, as she rode me, I could see that she was heading for a climax.

"I want to suck mommy's nipples!" I gasped.

She dutifully leaned forward and then sobbed in happiness as I sucked those delicious plums.

As I groaned, "Mommy I'm cumming!" she orgasmed with me. I jetted my jizz, her vagina sucking all of my cum deep inside her, trying to empty the balls of her naughty boy.

We lay there cuddling for a while as I told her everything, including my intention to go back to see auntie the next day. Mom was thrilled that I'd always intended to stay with her, but was not enthusiastic about me seeing my auntie again.

"It'll be the last time," I promised her, "auntie needs to be punished. I won't get any enjoyment from it."

Mom doubted my last comment, but eventually agreed on the condition that I punished her as well when I returned.

The next day I turned up at the school with just my old big blue suitcase and my Intermec cell phone. The suitcase was empty so it had been very light to carry. The school was quiet as I made my way to auntie's room. As I walked in I saw auntie waiting for me next to her desk on which was the contract waiting for me to sign.

She looked with approval at my case which she thought contained all my belongings from home. It was strange to see her in clothes other than her nurse's uniform. Her dress was grey and smart and looked like it had been recently purchased. I smiled to myself as I thought of her anticipating the money she thought she would be receiving.

With her hand she indicated the contract on the desk and seemed to hold her breath as I walked over towards it. As I thumbed the contract, checking it over, I saw a brochure in the bin by the side of the desk which had a picture of the Spa at Four Seasons Hotel in downtown Seattle.

I looked up at auntie, then glanced at her luggage which was by the door and then back at her. She saw the questioning look in my face and said, "You know I told you that I have to go to a funeral, but I'll be back in a few days. I'll give you the key to let yourself into my apartment."

There clearly was no funeral and it appeared that she planned to be staying at the Four Seasons. I doubted she intended to return to work. She would be too busy spending her new wealth and working out how to get me removed from her apartment.

"The contract is fine," I said casually, "and I'll sign it after we've made love."

A sharp intake of breath indicated to me that this was not part of her plan. "I've got a headache," she said desperately.

I ignored her plea and, taking her by the hand, led her to the bed. There was not a great response as I started to kiss her, but there was a sigh of grudging resignation as I began to unzip her dress down the back. Her actions were not those of an eager lover, but I determinedly continued stripping her until she was down to just her thigh high stockings.

I squeezed and sucked her tits for a few moments before whispering to her, "I want to take you from behind."

She knew I admired her big firm ass and, heaving a sigh, knelt on the bed, her hands gripping the bedrail. Stripping off my clothes, I carefully placed my Intermec cell phone on a chair facing the bed, then knelt behind her with a bottle of oil.

Pouring the oil down the crack of her ass, I slipped a finger in her asshole and started pushing it in and out. She tensed up at this penetration and said quickly, "No, no, just make love to me as normal!"

I stopped working my finger inside her and replaced it with my thumb saying, "Auntie, as this will be the last time I see you for a few days, I want us to do something special."

Auntie's answering groan was a reluctant acceptance of what I was about to do. Her next groan was even louder as I squeezed the tip of my helmet between her cheeks and introduced it to her sphincter.

When I had told mom that I wouldn't get any enjoyment out of punishing my aunt, I had been lying. The truth was I had been fantasizing about fucking that big firm ass every night as I jacked off in the dormitory. This was a dream come true.

With little nudges I eased my boner further and further into her anal sheath. Auntie was gripping the bedrail intently as I worked my hard meat deeper into her asshole. Eventually I had penetrated her up to the hilt and paused for a moment luxuriating in the sensation of having my cock gripped.

Then I leant forward to her ear and whispered. "By the way I never intended to sign the contract in your favor. I just wanted to fuck you in the ass before I said goodbye."

Auntie took a sharp intake of breath and seemed to freeze. She must have thought she had misheard me until I continued, "I'm afraid mom's beaten you yet again. You will not receive a cent."

This time there was a piercing scream as auntie tried to shake me off, pushing herself away from the bedrail, but I had reached up and gripped the bun of her hair, gripping it tightly and locking her in position. I then began to fuck her hard, her big buttocks rippling each time my thighs smacked into her.

I pulled her head back, giving me more leverage and forcing her butt cheeks out and proud. Oh this was fucking great. The sensation of my cock in her asshole was even better for me than I'd imagined.

Auntie couldn't help herself gradually picking up my rhythm and thrusting back. The noises emanating from her were a mixture of groans and sobs. She had good cause to be distraught. She was no longer going to get her hands on the half a million dollars. Her sister, whom she hated, was getting the better of her yet again. She had described me as that little smug bastard whom she hated, but now she couldn't stop her body pushing back at me, pleasuring my hard teenage man meat.

I held my hips motionless, emphasizing to her that she was doing all the work and said, "You really are an ass slut!"

Her groans and moans were really loud now as she orgasmed, her anal muscles contracting round my hot boner. At that moment I also began cumming, shooting my jizz deep inside her.

I didn't say a word as I dressed quickly and left her. She was staring abstractedly, I suppose contemplating her future. I went to the room allotted me by Mr. Preston and left my old blue case. I wouldn't need it at mom's and I wanted a fresh start. I also left my cell phone, but not before I'd sent the video of my antics to my friend, Patrick.

When I arrived home, mom was waiting for me in the hall. She had on her bathrobe and I guessed she was naked underneath it. As I went to kiss her, she laughed and teasingly ran upstairs. I ran after her into the bedroom where she continued to try to escape me, giggling at the same time. When I caught her, I ripped off her bathrobe and pushed her towards the bed. Suddenly I noticed that she had already tied two pieces of rope to the bedrail in preparation, so I quickly used them to tie her wrists to the bedrail.

She was screaming at me in pretend objection to my actions and this really got my boner rock hard. When I eventually got the oil in her asshole, I started my second anal fuck of the day and thrust into her with the same enthusiasm I had fucked auntie.

On the Friday, five days later, I was sitting on the couch watching the evening news on KOMO-TV. Mom was lying across me with my cock in her mouth. She referred to this daily blowjob as my early evening treat. She had just started putting some strength into her sucking when I was distracted from her pleasuring by a news item. The reporter was saying:

"Now for a good news story. In Seattle a group of boys from the Galton Faith Academy have spent the day voluntarily painting a Day Care Services Center. The boys are all from military families, so it could be due to an inherited public service ethos, but one of the boys said that they had all been inspired by a woman called Nurse Hudson, who apparently works at the school. Well, all I can say is that she must be quite a woman."

I was laughing for a few seconds before I relaxed and continued to enjoy my blowjob.