Thanks to everyone who read and supported my first attempt at writing. Hopefully this one will be better.
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After cleaning myself and the bathroom counter, I spent most of Sunday and the rest of the week at school or in by room. It wasn't until Wednesday that Suzzy slept in her own bed, making things for me even more difficult. My bed is only a twin and waking up to constant dreams of my mother and aunt weren't bad enough. Add in the fact that my little sisters tight ass usually had my dick sandwiched and it was a living hell.
Thursday morning I woke up and went down stairs to have breakfast. After pouring my usual bowl of Cap'n Crunch my mom walked in acting like nothing ever happened last Saturday. She'd been acting normal all week unlike Beth who couldn't look me in the eyes without turning and leaving the room.
"How's my baby boy?" my mom said as ruffled my shaggy brown hair. "About time for a cut don't you think?" she added
I looked up at her and smiled my mouth full of cereal. She walked over to the counter to pour herself a cup of coffee. I couldn't help looking at the back of her calves. I slowly let my eyes drift upwards until I reached her ass. This was driving me crazy. I'd never looked at my mother this way and it angered me that I was now. That didn't stop me from noticing how tight her ass looked in her pajama shorts. Well I definitely knew where Suzzy go her ass from.
"That's a nice ass boy isn't it?" I heard Charles say over my shoulder. He was standing and watching my mom with a lecherous smile on his face.
"Excuse me?" I asked him. Was this asshole actually asking me that?
"That's right your probably a faggot." he replied "You wouldn't have noticed it if your nose was in it. For a split second I saw the shock in his eyes before it turned to anger. As we passed each other, me leaving the kitchen him walking towards the cabinet. I purposely bumped shoulders with him slightly knocking him of balance.
"You do that on purpose you little shit?" he spat
"Sorry Uncle Charles." I replied with a smirk. I was a little shocked that I'd done that but who gives a shit.
Smack and then a yelp from my mother I heard as I left the kitchen. I turned and went back in noticing my mother rubbing her right ass check. Charles was leaning on the counter smiling.
"You ok mom?" I asked.
"I'm fine sweetie, just bumped into the cabinet. I'll be fine." she replied
"Well time to go to work." Charles said as he left through the back door.
By the time I watched him leave mom had turned around to wash dishes. I noticed what had to be the fingertips of where his hand had struck her right below her shorts. Anger filling me, I knew I had to do something and it had to be more than just kicking his ass or killing him. He had to be punished when in how was the question I needed to answer.
