My mom and her sister, Regina, had always been close. So, after my dad died, it was no surprise when Aunt Gina sold her beauty salon in the city and moved in to our house.
A year later, Aunt Gina had opened a new salon in town and I left for college. I came home as often as I could but, I was glad Aunt Gina was there with my mom.
I graduated in three years and, with money I had saved, rented an apartment two blocks from my mom's house. I began to land jobs working freelance, sometimes traveling, other times working from home. I wasn't getting rich but, my bills were paid, I got to see my mom and Aunt Gina all the time and, I was happy.
I finished a two week job three days early and was headed home to surprise my mom and Aunt. It was Sunday afternoon so, I went to their house. I pulled in the driveway, got out of my car and ran up the steps to the back door.
I opened the door, excited to see them. The kitchen was empty but, I could hear music coming from the living room. I shut the kitchen door and walked through the house. I turned into the living room, a cry of "surprise" dying in my chest as I took in the scene.
Aunt Gina sat on the couch naked, her head laying back and her eyes closed. One of her hands massaged her big, fake breasts. The other, lay on the back of my mom's head.
My mom knelt on the floor between Aunt Gina's legs, also naked. Her head moved up and down under Aunt Gina's hand. For a moment, her hair covered what she was doing. She raised her head and I saw a cock in her mouth. Aunt Regina's cock.
"Oh my God," I blurted as my shocked mind registered what I was witnessing.
"Oh fuck, Abby," Aunt Gina said in a rush as they both jumped and scrambled.
"Oh my God. Oh my God," I repeated rapidly as my shocked paralysis wore off. I turned and walked into the kitchen on legs that felt like jello.
"Abby wait," my mom called from behind me as I walked toward the door, weaving like a drunken sailor. "Abby please stop," she pleaded behind me.
"Mom, I don't, I'm sorry I just. Oh my God," I stammered, stopping with my back to her and my hand on the door.
"Abby, I can explain," she said, embarrassment in her voice. "Just calm down and look at me, Abby."
I didn't want to turn around but, I did. She stood just inside the kitchen, clutching a throw around her slender, naked body. I looked at her, speechless.
"Will you listen," she asked, nearly begging.
"Mom, I can't right now," I said, managing to sound calmer than I felt. Seeing her tousled hair and knowing she was naked under the throw made the scene I had witnessed run through my mind in a loop. "Later. I gotta...just, call me later. Tomorrow mom," I said, turning and bolting out the door.
I went in my apartment and directly to my bed. I lay down and let the emotions run through me. The memory replayed in my mind. I let it play, trying to make sense of it. I slept fitfully that night but, felt better the next morning.
"Hi mom," I answered my phone at ten a.m.
"Hi baby," she said, sounding grateful that I answered. "If your Aunt Gina and I come over, can we talk about this," she asked in a voice near tears in hopeful desperation.
"I'll come to you if you prefer," I said, feeling it was the proper thing to do.
"That would be great," she said relieved. "See you in a minute?"
"Yeah," I answered. We said goodbye and hung up. I took a moment to clear my head, went downstairs, got in my car and drove to my mom's house.
She greeted me on the back steps with a tentative hug. I hugged her back and she ushered me to a chair at the kitchen table where my Aunt Regina and a cup of my favorite tea waited. My mom sat and we spent a moment in awkward silence.
"Okay, I'll start," Aunt Gina said, thankfully breaking the silence. "You may have noticed I have a few, extra parts."
I nodded, grinning a little at the comical understatement.
"Well," she continued, "that's because I was born Reginald, not Regina. I became Regina after nineteen years of feeling like I was born in the wrong body. When that happened, the only member of my family that didn't disown me was my little sister."
"Okay," I said nodding.
"That's why we have always been close and why I moved in after your dad died," she added
"I kind of guessed all that," I said. "But, it doesn't explain...what I saw." They exchanged a glance and my mom picked up the story.
"Your Aunt Gina heard me crying late one night," she said, hesitant but determined. "You had been away at college for about six months at the time. Anyway, she came into my room and crawled into my bed and held me. We fell asleep. When I woke up, well..."
