Auntsy Ch. 02

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All characters are adults.

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I’m Cathy and a 40 year old widowed mother. My son, Sam, is a twenty-one year old handyman here in town. I’m a tall, bbw woman; five foot ten inches, with dark brown hair down to my shoulders, and dark brown eyes. My weight is two-hundred-something. My sister, Julie, is my twin, and we really look alike.

Sam takes after his grandfather, my dad. Sam has coal black hair and stands 6’3″. He has a good sense of humor but is kinda reserved around people. Sam’s father was a handsome man, and Sam got every bit of that and more. There are only two obvious differences between Sam and his dad. Sam’s tall. His dad, on the other hand, was skinny and five-eight.

The other difference is less obvious to everyone but Julie and me. My late husband, Jim, was a good lover. We enjoyed a good sex life for a long time before a car wreck killed him. Jim’s cock was not huge, five inches, but he knew how to use it. Trust me, I never complained, nor did Julie.

Jim and I never did anything too bizarre, we were never arrested, and I performed just about all of Jim’s fantasies; at least the ones he told me about. We even invited Julie into our bed a few times. Jim told me he wanted two women, and Julie and I made his birthday extra special.

Now, Sam is very different from his dad. I recall how Julie and I noticed the difference from the day Sam was born. We sometimes wondered if he’d grow large enough to carry it but Sam and his gift grew up together.

One evening a while back, I walked in on Sam in the bathroom, standing with one foot up on the tub, drying himself after his shower. There he was naked, and my eyes went right to the wonder hanging between his legs. Literally! I mean it! It was hanging! I told Julie about it and used the word ‘snake’. Sam was bigger than his dad and it was SOFT!

The thickness grabbed my attention. It hypnotized me. What I saw reminded me of pictures Julie and I saw in a magazines when we were teenagers. The name of the magazine was “WHOPPER”. Anyway, Sam saw me checking him out. My mouth musta been wide open.

But he smiled and kept drying himself. I apologized and left. I then stood outside the bathroom with my hand on the doorknob, shaking my head in amazement, and trying to thyink of other things.

Being his mother the size of his penis shoulda meant nothing. To be fair to myself, though, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me. But I knew I wanted his cock, and obsessed about it.

I thought about Sam a lot after that. I sneaked peeks at his package all the time. I blushed when I looked, but I looked. I was embarrassed and afraid I’d be caught. Plus I was ashamed when I looked at Sam in lust. But, the more I resisted my interest in Sam’s cock, the more I obsessed about it. Truth be told, many times I wanted to walk in the bathroom to see it.

One night, I came home from a night out drinking with Julie. Both of us were functionally drunk. We found Sam asleep on the sofa in front of the TV. He was dressed in a T-shirt and baggy shorts. I kneeled down to wake him and send him to bed when I saw his dick sticking out of the shorts. The head looked about the size of a golf ball. Julie came out of the bathroom and saw it, too.

My stomach flip-flopped. I covered my mouth with my fingers to stop a gasp. I felt silly, like a nasty girl, standing there peeking at a boy’s privates. But never-the-less, I wanted to see more of it. I looked to make sure he was asleep. I didn’t want us to get caught. It would be hard to explain. But I had to look, and Julie hadn’t run away, either. I felt my stomach get all jittery as I shifted my attention back to Sam’s package. I took a deep breath, to steady myself, and looked.

I felt myself flush. Julie looked like she wanted to inhale it. I was shocked by my reaction and felt light headed as I seized the opportunity to see it again. All of it. Later I blamed the booze I drank. Whatever, I wanted it.

I scooted closer to Sam. Most of it was outside the fly but not all, nor his balls. If I was going to see more I needed to open the fly or lift the leg hole. I checked again to make sure he was asleep, bit my bottom lip, and slowly moved a shaky finger towards Sam. I needed a valium to calm me. I carefully hooked my long fingernail in the leg of his shorts and gently, slowly, lifted the fabric. My finger was so close to Sam’s dick. I fought my urge to yelp. I think Julie orgasmed from just seeing it.

I moved my head a little to get better light from the table lamp, my hand shook. I glanced at Sam one more time. Still sleeping!

Much better! There it was! “Jeeezzzz…” I whispered under my breath. I compared Sam to his father. Even soft, Sam was bigger than his father. I saw what looked to be every bit of at least five inches of soft cock. It looked nice and smooth, big and thick, and fat, actually. “And it’s not even hard!” I remember thinking,”My son has a fat dick!” I shook my head slowly, part yearning, part pride, lotsa wanting.

But suddenly Sam grunted and shifted his body. As he turned, I pulled my hand back like casino oyna he was gunna bite me. And when I did, I touched him. The contact was like an electrical shock. I jumped and collided against Julie.

What was wrong with me! I was peeking in my son’s pants and about to orgasm! I should have run out of the living room and up to my bedroom. Maybe call some kind of 24 hour HELP-LINE or a support group or something. Probably not, they’d lock me up. Anyway, what I thought was, “I touched it!” I stayed there silent and still while Sam slept.

I felt frozen, staring, for what seemed like forever. As luck would have it, Sam’s penis had worked its way out further as he’d shifted positions. It was erect! “He must be dreaming!” My mouth dropped open and I likely stopped breathing for ten or fifteen seconds. I saw almost all of it. It lay over to one side, maybe a little more than 8 inches long and as big around as a banana.

For a split second, I wanted to make Sam harder and wondered how I could do it. I shook my head trying to shake the thought away. I couldn’t believe what I was thinking. Did I really want to see how big my son’s dick would get? Did I really want to see my own son’s cock fully hard? Then what! I wondered what I might be willing to do to his hard cock. Julie put her head close to Sam like she planned to take him in her mouth. “C’mon,” I said to her, and we let the sleeping dog lie.

Wow! I was suddenly sober as a judge and ashamed of myself for the way I felt. Suppose Sam woke up and found his hard penis sticking out of his shorts and his mother and aunt beside him, drooling. “My God!” I thought. I could never explain something like THAT!

I went to bed and lay in bed until almost dawn with my vibrator, plus I wrestled with my conscience, but I couldn’t help it. Images of my father flashed in my mind. The smell of his cologne and bourbon filled my imagination. Memories of secret moments with him made me shiver plus made me warm between my legs, too. I was glad I hadn’t had more to drink, and considered what might have happened if I were really drunk. Jimmy {My husband} had been dead for more than two years. I tried to convince myself that maybe these thoughts and actions were a product of loneliness and that I missed Jimmy, but deep down, the more I thought about it, the more I knew somewhere along the line I wanted Sam’s cock. I knew Julie wanted it, too. The fact was, I wanted to see Sam with his dick hard, and imagined different scenarios that would get me what I wanted.

Part of me knew it was forbidden and morally wrong, but I also knew plenty of women and many mothers did it all the time. A hot woman has no conscience. I wondered how soon Julie would get in Sam’s pants.

The internet, movies, and tv made me more tolerant and comfortable with the sex I thought about, even accepting, if not embracing them at times. I found, late at night, when I was alone in my bed, these forbidden thoughts and images turned into welcome dreams and lust. At first I tried to suppress them but it was futile effort. I told myself nothing would ever come of such desires, and wondered if my father had similar thoughts. These feelings led to masturbation with intense orgasms. I was obsessed. But I kept my dark fantasies to myself though Julie brought Sam up a lot for a while.

August 19th, Sam’s 21st birthday, it all changed. It was early on a Saturday morning; I had just come in from a night out with Julie and the girls, and figured I’d gather up the dirty clothes and do a load of laundry before I showered and went to bed. Julie was the designated driver and came home with me. I parked Julie in the kitchen and came upstairs to change and collect the clothes.

I took my clothes off, put on a robe, and went to Sam’s bedroom carrying an armload of my dirty clothes. I quietly turned the door knob and went in, hoping not to wake him. But Sam was stretched out on his bed naked. I froze, mid-step. His eyes were open and he looked at me.

I said, “I came in to get your dirty clothes.”

But my real attention was on what was in his hand. I stood there by the door in my robe, an arm full of dirty clothes, my hand still on the doorknob, and watched Sam jacking his cock.

I was unable to move or speak while I watched him. I knew I should leave but I didn’t want to. There was no doubt about my interest this time. He was more than just ‘aroused’. He was hard, really hard. And thick.

As I watched his hand gripping his cock, I noticed his fingers didn’t encircle or conceal any of it. At least three inches of him stuck out past the top of his hand and at least as much beneath it. “My God it’s huge,” I thought. I stood there and watched as his hand moved up and down, up and down. I couldn’t look away. I felt like I was in a dream. I hadn’t seen many dicks in my life but I was no nun, either. And outside of any magazines or the Inter-Net, I had never seen a dick so big on any man.

When he moved his hand faster, it became clear to me that he wasn’t going to last much longer, and I needed to act quickly. But I should have quietly shut slot oyna the door and left. I should have been thinking about how embarrassed both of us would be later, how awkward it would be, but instead, the fact is I wanted to watch Sam cum. And I wondered how much he would cum.

Then he moaned something that I never expected to hear. It floored me.

“You do it,” he said, and pulled his hand off his cock.

Behind me a familiar voice spoke, “Do it, Cathy.” It was Julie.

“Oh my God!” I said?out loud?and dropped the dirty clothes to the floor. I was scared out of my mind.

“Mom!!”

“I’m…I’m so sorry Sam!” I fluttered. I tried to pick up the clothes and leave. I gathered the clothes and stood up just as he swung his feet to the floor. “I was just. . .I came in to get. . . .I thought you’d be. . . .” I stuttered and mumbled nervously as I tried to apologize. He looked up at me.

“It’s OK,” he said as I stepped closer. Julie walked over and sat on the side of the bed.

I put my hand on his shoulder and rubbed it a little bit “I’m really sorry I came in Honey,” I whispered. “I thought you’d be asleep. I guess wishing you a Happy Birthday would seem kinda silly now, huh?”

I meant to leave before I said anything stupid but as I reached the door, I stopped and turned, “I’ll close the door.”

He looked into his lap and looked at his bulge. “MOM?”

“What?”

“Mom!”

“What?”

“Stay.”

I wasn’t really sure what to say but saw Julie put her hand around Sam and take over.

“I don’t know Honey. I’m sorry. I guess, I guess I wanted to watch.” I confessed. Now I was the one having a hard time holding eye contact. I had said something I could never take back.

He cocked his head a little to one side and looked up at me. “You wanted to watch?” His voice was low and full of inquiry. He looked confused. This had certainly taken a turn that I never saw coming. I shrugged my shoulders, tilted my head slightly and shook it ‘yes’ with tiny little shakes.

“Sorry,” I said and shrugged again. It was quiet for a few long seconds. I felt funny and I wondered what he was thinking, what he was feeling. I was afraid of what he might think of me now.

Then he shook his head “Jeez” as if he couldn’t believe it all. I watched as what I thought was a small smile creep onto his face. I was relieved to see it. His eyebrows went up, his bottom lip puffed out a little as he mulled it all over and absorbed it all. I watched, as he finally seemed to get a handle on the moment. “Wow,” he said.

I apologized again and told him I knew that it wasn’t right and that I should have left. I just couldn’t seem to help it.

Sam drew his head back, “I don’t understand.”

“You don’t understand what Sweetie?”

“I got the idea you wanted to do it to me.”

“She does wanna do it to you, doncha Cathy?” Julie spoke again, her head was on the bed, her mouth close to Sam’s cock.

“Wow!” I thought. I couldn’t believe it had come to this. I thought for a second, looking for the right approach. Realizing that I’d probably said too much already, I knew I shouldn’t be telling him this but I just blurted it out anyway. Sometimes I’m surprised that I walk around with enough sense to wipe my own ass.

“I just want to watch,” I told him. I couldn’t believe I had confessed such a thing. I had said it out loud and it seemed to make him feel a little better at any rate.

“Mom?”

I stopped. I could feel my stomach flip as I turned around, “Yes Honey?”

Then Sam said something that changed everything. “If you really want, you can watch.”

Julie put Sam’s cock in her mouth.

There was another long silence. However, this one was different. This one made me feel all tingly inside. It made me feel?Well?Like I was in high school again and Billy Henson was feeling me up under the bleachers. I was a bit stunned. A few minutes ago, I’d stumbled upon my son jerking off and now?Well?I wasn’t exactly sure what was happening. All I really knew was I didn’t have to wonder about the size of my son’s dick anymore. It was huge and I had told Sam something extremely personal. Before I could stop myself, I blurted out… “Are you saying what I think you’re saying, Sam?”

He smiled, “I don’t know. What do you THINK I’m saying, Mom?”

“I think you’re … saying…” I felt my throat tighten. “…That I can watch if I want , or do more.” If that wasn’t what he’d meant then I was making a big mistake. I wondered how this might change our relationship; whether he was saying what I thought.

“I guess…yeah, that’s what I’m saying.” His looked as unsure as I no doubt did. His face flushed with color. “You can watch if you want or do it.” He whispered, like someone might overhear.

Julie stopped sucking Sam and said, “Come join me.”

I wasn’t sure what to say. I wasn’t prepared to just pull up a chair and tell him to go-head although had he suggested it, I would have.

“I mean it’s no big deal, right?” He added quickly, struggling to sound casual.

I canlı casino siteleri shrugged my shoulders, “Plenty of people do it.” I agreed as if we were talking about people taking a shit. We looked at each other for I don’t know how long; maybe a second, maybe a minute, but I remember having a hard time breathing. I sighed, long and hard, “Alright then.” I was flustered at this turn of events. I nodded . “I guess I’ll just take these clothes down to the washer and throw them in the washer.” I didn’t even think to grab any of his dirty clothes. “Maybe I’ll come back up when I’m done.”

The words were out and said before I felt my lips moving. I took one final glance at his crotch. Julie’s head covered most of it. At that point I guess I didn’t care if he saw me or not. The bulge was still obvious at times. I couldn’t help but feel a certain measure of resolve. I knew now without a doubt what was in my son’s pajamas. As I reached the doorway, I looked back over my shoulder to see if he was watching me. I pushed his door all the way open. Then I smiled, “I guess maybe I’ll see yuh in a bit.” I told him like a silly little high school girl. I turned and left for the laundry room. I shook my head and tried to steady my breathing the whole way. “I guess maybe I’ll see ya in a bit.” echoed in my head.

Julie moaned, “Better hurry,” as she held Sam firm and moved her mouth and tongue around his cock.

I couldn’t believe I’d said that. I told myself I must be dreaming as I threw the clothes in the machine. I set the dial to ‘WASH’ and leaned against the washer as it filled with water. I may or may not have put laundry detergent in. I had other things on my mind. I tried to get a grip on the whole situation. It might have helped to have a few more brain cells on the job. “Is he really going to be fucking Julie if I go back up there?” I asked myself. “Is he actually going to let me do it, too? — I shouldn’t go back —Does he actually want me to come back? — I know he does, I heard him when he was jerking off. He was thinking about ME…about me doing it to him.

The thought made me warm all over. I trembled. The last time I felt like this I was in Billy Stevens’ basement after school and he was trying to get me to touch him. I told him I couldn’t because I was allergic. I was afraid to go back to Sam’s room. Part of me wanted to do the right thing, the moral thing, but I climbed the steps and walked down the hallway to his room. As I approached his doorway, I stopped, breathing sporadically in little, shallow breaths. I was shaky too, unsteady on my feet and yet, at the same time, I was goddamned horny.

I thought about how everything might change if I stepped through that doorway. “You shouldn’t do this, you’re his Mom,” I told myself but it did nothing to curb my excitement. I felt my body reacting. I felt my robe rubbing against my sensitive nipples. I reached up with my hand and slid my fingertip over one of them. It was hard and clearly visible against the thin material. The feeling between my legs was exciting, like when Jimmy wanted me. “Is this really happening?” I whispered out loud. “Is this what it’s finally boiled down to?” I fully expected to wake up in my bed at any moment to find that this was just another dream.

I hesitated outside Sam’s room, biting my fingernail, trying not to feel the way I felt, listening to a soft moan. A wave of lust rolled through me. I felt it between my legs. “You shouldn’t do this.” I thought to myself. Holy shit! There was no denying it. I hadn’t felt like this in years and I missed the feeling. I was terribly aroused and I wanted Sam. I turned the corner and stepped into the room; quietly, my arms folded in front of me, gnawing on my lips, conflicted. He was on his bed naked, his legs slightly apart, his head turned towards me, his eyes on me. My sister was impaled on his cock, moving her ass and bottom up and down on it. She looked like a total slut, riding Sam’s cock and moaning and spewing filth from her nasty mouth.

I watched, tingling all over. I felt like I had a fever; a very high fever. I couldn’t pull my eyes away and I didn’t want to. Had our entire church congregation come barging into Sam’s small room to save me from my sins, I would have weaved my way through the crowd to Sam. It was so erotic and exciting. I felt a deep longing inside. I hadn’t felt anything this intense since I couldn’t remember when. Julie moaned with all of Sam inside her.

Watching Sam, him knowing I was there in the room, was almost too much for me. I should have been ashamed of myself, I’m his mother, but I was so turned on by it all. Little by little I moved closer to them. The fact that I was watching him fuck Julie didn’t deter him. He was hard and Julie was in the grips of lust.

I moved closer. I wanted to reach out and feel it. I wasn’t sure what would happen when I did. I didn’t want to ruin it. I didn’t want this dream to end abruptly or badly. I didn’t want it to end at all. I loved the way I felt, so close, watching. I felt alive. I glanced up to find Sam’s eyes open, watching me. My stomach dropped and rolled. My throat tightened. I gave him a shaky smile. He must have seen the turmoil I was in; I suppose I was pretty transparent just standing there like that. It was hard to try and hide what I was feeling. I wasn’t really sure I wanted to try.

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