Julia arrived just past one, and I was already downstairs in some gym shorts, a 49ers throwback jersey and flip flops. I wore things that were as easy to remove as possible. I knew they wouldn't be on me all that long. I was semi-erect, my cock starting to press obscenely at the loose material of my dark red shorts, as I answered the door.
When I was in the shower, Mom had intimated, as I help trim her soft, reddish bush into a neat little triangle, that she had never shaved herself there until Julia. Julia shaved completely, Mom had told me, but my dad liked the trimmed, not "naked" look. It was all I could do to concentrate on the task at hand and not take Mom right then and there, as the warm water had pelted our flesh.
Julia could not have been more different from my mother. Where Mom was barely over five feet tall, if that, Julia was nearly six feet tall. Where Mom was almost elfin, Julia reminded me of one of those Amazon warrior women. Aunt Julia lifted weights and her body, though still very feminine, had a muscularity to it that was strikingly provocative. Also, while my Mom needed to spend consistent amounts of time maintaining a tan, Julia's olive skin literally tanned for the beach season in minutes.
When I greeted Julia at the door, her gaze immediately went to the crotch of my gym shorts, which was becoming more and more misshapen by the second, as I saw how my aunt was dressed. Julia had worn black leather boots that came to above her knee and folded down forward. She wore a black leather micro-mini that barely covered her sex and completely exposed the dark flesh of her muscular thighs. Julia's top was a matching corset with leather lacing. She looked every bit the dome she was, as she entered the house. I found myself alternately wondering what I was in for and what the neighbors must have thought, had they seen this leather lady in stilettos arrive in such a conservative neighborhood.
Aunt Julia's four-inch heels clicked along the tiled floor of the entry way, as she slipped past me, long red nails reached down and brushed my cock through my shorts, as she passed. "Oh, Karen was right, Mike. You are quite exceptional," she said, her back to me, as she headed for the family room. "I have some equipment in a large black bag in the backseat of my car, would you get that for me, Mike?"
"Sure, Aunt Julia," I replied. Mom had not warned me that Julia was dominant, though I might have guessed it. Julia was such a free spirit; I doubt that she could have been otherwise. I had absolutely no experience in that lifestyle to that point, so I was treading in uncharted waters. As I retrieved the bag from Julia's BMW, I decided to just go with the flow. After all, it had served me well the last twelve hours or so.
When I returned, Mom was kneeling in a soft, filmy white gown at Julia's feet. Mom's feet were tucked beneath her and her head was bowed. Mom's full mane of red hair cascaded down over her full breasts. Mom's hands were on her knees, which were spread apart, and her palms faced upwards. As I entered, Julia told me to place the bag on the couch beside her, and I did so.
"Now, Mike. Take a seat over here, please," she said, patting the couch beside her. I noted that not once did Julia's dark brown eyes ever leave my mother. "My girl tells me that you helped her trim her pubic hair. Is that true?"
When I answered that I had, I saw that Julia had reached into the bag, and retrieved a thick leather dog collar. As I took a seat, Julia slipped the collar about Mom's neck and affixed a chain to it. "Did my girl please you, Mike?"
Looking at my mother, her head bowed, I responded with a hushed, "Yes, Aunt Julia, she did." I started to feel sorry for my mother, but my eyes spied her hardened nipples peeking between strands of red hair. I found myself, in spite of what had occurred the previous few hours, more than a little surprised that my mom was into this sort of thing. I had always thought it was for freaks, but then I had also thought incest was along the same lines, as well. It seems that my education into things sexual was only beginning.
Then, speaking to my mother, Julia asked, "Did you enjoy fucking your own child, girl?" The tone of her voice was as a queen speaking to a servant.
"Yes, Mistress, I did very much enjoy fucking my son." My mother kept her eyes averted from us, as she spoke. Her body was becoming flushed, and even though we had been lovers only one night, I knew she was as aroused as she had been when we had fucked.
Tugging the chain, Julia forced my mother's face to lift to hers. Julia leaned forward on the couch, kissed my mother's lips softly and, looking deeply into her eyes, whispered, "I told you fucking him would be a pleasure, did I not, girl?"
"Yes, Mistress." It was just then that I understood that it perhaps had not been my mother's idea to seduce me, but that Julia had suggested, or rather required it. "Thank you, Mistress."
"My girl was wavering, as girls like her are wont to do, Mike. She wanted so bad to have you, but she could not bring herself to do it," Julia said. "It was only after I told her to please you that this one got the nerve to do what she had wanted for a very, very long time. Isn't that right, girl?"
