Many thanks to tangentjoker who edited this story.
All characters are older than 18. This story is about an incestuous relationship.
To better understand this part of the story you should read Parts 1 & 2 first.
I arrived home from college in late afternoon. My mother met me at the door with a tight hug.
She whispered in my ear. "Your Aunt Janet is here." She moved aside to let me enter. As I stepped into the house, I looked at her. She was dressed conservatively in her work clothes. A high necked blouse and a well fitted gray skirt. The skirt made her ass look great even though she was slightly overweight. She was wearing nylons with high-heeled shoes. The heels weren't as high as you see in porn movies. But they did do nice things to her legs. I dropped my bag then followed her into the kitchen to greet my aunt.
My Aunt Janet is six years older than my mother. She had just turned fifty years old. She lives about a half hour's drive away, so she visits once in a while. Mother's other sister, Edith, lives over an hour away, so we do not see her as often.
Aunt Janet and mother had been sitting at the kitchen table chatting. When I walked in my aunt jumped up, gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek. Mother told me to sit down. She brought me a cup of coffee before sitting back down herself.
"I was just telling your mother how wonderful she looks," my aunt said turning to me. "Whatever she is doing certainly agrees with her. I hope she keeps on with it." I wondered if there was a double meaning in what she said.
We chatted a little longer, then Aunt Janet invited us to lunch the following Saturday. "Earl," her husband, "is going to be at his brother's all week. I'll be home all alone." Aunt Janet had two grown daughters, both married. Neither one lived very close to her. Mother looked at me, when I nodded she agreed for both of us, but added. "If nothing comes up."
Aunt Janet left soon after. As soon as she was gone mother grabbed me by the hand saying, "I've missed you so much, all week." She led me to the bedroom. She was tearing her blouse and bra off as I got rid of my pants and shorts. Mother left her skirt on lifting it to display her nylon sheathed legs with the garter belt. Something about my mother with a skirt over a bare pussy is exciting for me, very exciting. She still had her heels on. She looked wanton and sexy. Her skirt pulled up to her waist she lay on the bed her legs splayed. She held her arms up to me.
I was hard, ready. My dick was throbbing as I joined my mother, we clasped each other tightly. I rained kisses on her tits. More kisses on her body. I worked my way down to the dark brown delta of her pubic hair capping the glory of her cunt. I buried my face in her hot wet pussy. I absorbed the scent I had missed so much for the past week. Her hands were in my hair as her nylon clad legs enclosed me. I sucked her clit. I fucked her with my tongue until I felt the quivering foretelling an imminent orgasm. Mother was thrusting her hips into my face. The erotic friction of her stockings sending shivers through my body. She pulled me tight into her aromatic pussy. She was mouthing unintelligible syllables when I rose up to mount her. Thrusting my rock hard manhood into her welcoming cunt. My mother never stopped coming when I started to fuck her. I was already well on the way to my own orgasm. We devoured each other with sloppy wet kisses. I bit her tits as I pumped my hard manhood into her. Both of us were soaring on a rising crescendo of lust when I shot my come into her hot cunt.
As I collapsed on top of her she whispered to me. "David my love, my son. How I love you."
We dozed off to wake about dinner time. Mother threw on a robe. She leaned down to kiss me. "I'll go fix us something to eat." She told me. "I moved a lot of your clothes in here, your robe is hanging in the closet."
When I got to the kitchen mother was fixing us each a sandwich, walking around with her robe open, wearing nothing more except for her garter belt with nylons. She hadn't taken her heels off. I found it extremely erotic. My dick started to harden again. I couldn't help but think about how she would have been dressed before we became lovers.
While we were eating our conversation wandered over various topics. Mother said. "I planned a special dinner for tomorrow evening. Candlelight and all." We then talked about my plans for the future. Mother was pleased I had decided to continue my studies. When I brought up mother's work she said, "I am having trouble acting like a firm, strict, old lady executive. I keep wanting to smile." She continued, "every time I think of you my pants get wet. I finally started using absorbent pads and carrying extra panties in my purse." She laughed again.
Mother reached across the table and clasped my hands. "I feel so wonderful," she said, "it is like the early days of my marriage." She got serious then, "I loved him very much, he was a good husband and father while he lived." She sat for a while thinking, then smiled and squeezed my hands.
"I can't help wondering," she mused, "whether I was always like this. If I kept it hidden, or if there has been a big change in me." She continued, "I thoroughly like the new me, I enjoy feeling wanton and slutty." She looked at me thoughtfully then continued, "It is only for you. I don't think I could be this way for anyone else."
Mother touched on Aunt Janet's visit. "It was a little strange. Janet was complaining that Earl seemed to have lost interest in her. It is very unusual for her to talk about her sex life. Then she said she wished she had a son like you. A little later she told me whatever I was doing to keep it up, because I looked great."
"Let's go in the living room to continue our education," she said as she stood up, pulling me with her. We went to the couch sitting next to each other. "You first," she said. "I think I have told you all my secrets,"
I said. "Remember I don't have any more experience than you. I will say I really enjoy your new vocabulary with your new slutty ways. The garter belt with the nylons gave me a huge thrill, I wanted to bury myself in your pussy."
Mother clasped herself with a small shiver, "You send goose bumps up my spine," she replied. "I can only tell you about my new discoveries. About how I like my new vocabulary, I never knew there were so many descriptive words. About how much I like to please you. About how much you please me. About how free I feel." She went on, "I did buy some new nightgowns and lingerie, but not too many. I don't know yet what you like. I also found a website describing how to give good head. What a great term that is." She added mischievously.
"I am so enjoying our times together David." My mother said. "I know there is much more to learn; about myself, about you." She thought for a bit, then added. "We have already told each other a lot. Maybe we should ask questions?
