Thank you for reading my short story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx Yorkshire England
"Auntie Belle would like to see you." Mum said as I settled down for my morning Weetabix.
"Oh, well I am doing nothing today, I suppose I could pop over for lunch."
"She would like that, I will let her know, sometime just after eleven?"
"Fine."
At least mum had bought proper Weetabix this time, not the cheap supermarket copies, they just turned to mush, not worth the cost saving in my opinion. Belle is mum's sister, her twin actually. They are pretty much identical, and I think most people would not be able to tell them apart. Mum tends to wear dresses, Belle prefers skirts, and that is about it, they both hate trousers and I don't think either of them possess any jeans.
I always kind of wondered if they played games on dad when he called to take them out when they were courting, the one could easily have pretended to be the other and dad, not the brightest penny, would probably never have known. Did they laugh about it in their bedroom when Belle had gone out with dad pretending to be Ariadne, my mum. Ariadne and Arabella, my goodness, how did nan and Gramp come up with those names. Mum became Rene and Aunt became Belle. Nan and Gramp now sadly gone, but I had fun staying with them when I was younger, and boy they spoiled me rotten.
Mum said that she was going out this morning, and would I be alright getting a bus to Aunties. Yup, no problem, student travel card, it is easy. One bus into town, another out to Aunties, mum said she would pick me up at about four from Aunties. I showered and sprayed and then clean white polo shirt and some tighty whities and cargo shorts, sliders and I was done. Just managed to catch the bus to town, and then a short walk to the bus stop for Aunties, not a long journey, I just sat in one of the sideways seats by the luggage rack. A girl got on and sat opposite, her skirt had rucked up and she was wearing red knickers, I looked, but all I could do was fantasise until it was time to get off the bus. The girl scowled at me as I walked by, perhaps she had seen me perving at her knickers.
I knocked on Aunties door as I opened it. "Only me Auntie," I shouted as I slipped my sliders off.
"In the kitchen sweetie," she called.
I walked through to the kitchen and she turned from the sink and we hugged, I loved how her boobs squashed against me, my dick began to show signs of interest. I tried to tell it to hush and calm down, I am pretty sure she would have felt that stir as we pressed against each other.
"Now then, cold coke in the fridge, you grab that and we can go and sit in the conservatory and catch up."
"Okay Auntie," and I took the silver canned diet coke from the fridge and wandered through to the conservatory sitting in the single chair. Auntie soon came in and sat in the sofa chair opposite, and oh my God, it was a bus moment, I could see her knickers as she sat. Red, like the girl on the bus, oh Jesus, my dick was going crazy, should I say something? She was my auntie after all, and you're not supposed to perv after your relatives, are you?
I looked up. Auntie was wearing a blouse that I could sort of see through, no bra, oh my God there was nowhere I could look. I just tried to think of fruit jelly and cold cream, the textures, anything but focus on her boobs and her hard pointing nipples.
"So, how are things at home, dad treating you good?"
"Yeah, he's okay actually."
"Good, and my sister, is she being good?"
"Heck yeah, she's cool, you know?"
"Yes but is she treating you real good?"
What was she going on about?
"Not sure what you mean Auntie."
"Does she, you know, tuck you in at night?"
"Crikey Auntie I am a bit old to be tucked in at night, no she doesn't"
"Well now, if you stayed here I would for sure tuck you in at night."
"Er, okay." What was she on about, was she hinting at something? I had no idea.
"Would you like that James, would you like your Auntie to tuck you in, or would you prefer your mum's hands?"
I was pretty sure I was squirming in my chair. I took a sip of coke.
"Er well, mum I suppose, I don't know, or you, but I don't live here, so mum I guess."
"And how would you like her to tuck you in James, where would her hands be?"
By now I was sure that she was teasing me, just having a bit of fun at my expense.
"Your teasing me Auntie, funny ha ha."
She laughed loudly and rocked back giving me an even more expansive view of her kickers covered crotch. Red. I knew mum usually wore white, I had managed to catch a glimpse of them often enough, and sometimes without panties, but those glimpses were brief and infrequent. But she sounded like mum, it was surreal.
"Do you ever think of your mum like that James, you know?"
"Like what Auntie, she is my mum, how am I supposed to think about her?"
"She may be your mum James, but she is also a woman, and you're in your prime, in your peak, you must surely have sexual thoughts. Have you seen her naked?"
"Auntie!"
"Come on James, it is just us, you can tell me, have you, seen her naked?"
"Bloody hell Auntie." I didn't want to talk about this, it was personal, I mean really personal, I had imagined shagging mum so many times, but I didn't want to admit it, I mean, it was just a fantasy.
"Well, have you?"
