I've been having these ideas recently. Not so much ideas as erotic fantasies. See I never had sex until I was 20. A late bloomer by all means compared to my friends. I just never found that right woman to be really close with. All of my relationships never lasted more than a month. I reacted this way until i was 24. When I finally found the woman I really wanted to be with.
I never was an only child, even though i wished it were so for as long as I can remember. My sister, Julie who is 2 years younger than me teased me all the time and kept trying to get me into trouble. A trend that lasted until she left for college. I stayed around with my mom because she needed a male presence. Being married and dumped for another woman 3 times will really change some one. She was very sweet and carrying for everyone that she loved. Things almost started to get weird 4 months after Julie left. She started dressing up scantly again. Like she did before to make herself feel better, and to find a new partner for the night. The thing is that she would never go out. Now I know my mother is no spring chicken but let me tell you that she can still hold her own against a 21 year old blond bomb shell. She has gorgeous brown, slightly curly hair that extends just past her shoulders. At her current age of 45 she still had 32Ds, 25 inch waist, and hips that made you question whether she had kids at all. She worked out a lot, and it showed very clearly. I almost completely lost my cool, when a hot August day she came down wearing a skirt that only hid her panties when she was standing still, and a tube top, no bra, that i swear was practically see through. All day I would walk into wall and tables because I could swear I saw those perfect little nipples poking out from behind the cloth. It was around this time that I started to become very sexually attracted to her...and I could swear she knew about it too.
2 weeks before Julie was to visit us, mom was talking about our aunt Stacy coming to stay with us as well. Which made my pants stir because of what my mother was doing to me, I've started noticing the older women in my family as well. My aunt and my mother had almost identical bodies, except Stacy had DD's and she dyed her hair dirty blond. The idea of my aunt and mother in short skirts and tube tops made me want to explode right there...and she knew it too. I don't know what gave it away or the teasing finally got to her but she noticed the bulge in my pants when she mentions aunt Stacy because she placed her hand not more than 1 inch from my semi-hard cock.
She started to rub my leg and said, "You wouldn't mind if your Aunt Stacy visited would you?"
"No," i barely stumbled out, "Why would I care if she visited?"
Now she was toying with me as she placed her hand on my now very erect cock. "I wouldn't want you to be too uncomfortable around me. You've always been able to be very OPEN around me." she said slyly as her hand reach up toward my shorts zipper and button.
"...uh? What....mom...." I stated in astonishment as to the events that were unfolding right in front of me. At first it was fear, but now it was anticipation. A yearning for her to keep going.
"If you have any reserves or tension about this situation I want you to tell me. That way I can help you any way that I can." She cooed as she started bending down, getting her face closer to the rock that she was holding.
Then the phone rang. I practically jumped out of my skin as my mom looked up at me and kissed what was basically a cock with cloth around it. She then slid her and all the way up my chest, over my shoulder as she tried to calm herself down in order to answer the phone. The smell of her arousal filled the air. I could of died if I wasn't so damn keen to wanting to know what was going to happen next. Reality struck and I had to leave.
The next two weeks pasted with out incident. She went back to dressing more like a mother than a cock hound that was about to pounce on me two weeks ago. I blamed the visit from Julie and Aunt Stacy.
Stacy drove up to pick up Julie and they road tripped 350 miles to reach us. I was mostly anxious to get this visit over with so I could find out what my mother was willing to do. I had a very hard time trying to control myself, even in front of my aunt and sister. I kept trying to sneak from them to tell my mother that I was having trouble 'handling things' with the stress from the visit. She told me not to worry, and in a swift motion touched me, kissed my cheek and said, "You won't have anything to worry very soon."
