My eyes opened, I focused on the night stand next to my bed.. 9:22 a.m.. I never sleep this late. I sat quickly, my feet dropping to the floor. Reaching high, I stretched. Slowly, arching, yawning, I stretched long and hard. My eyes closed I yawned so large. Clearing my head, last night's adventure flooded my mind. I turned quickly, glancing at the other side of my bed.
Mom was still there. Sleeping, her breathing deep, slow. Her hair was tousled, fanning out over her pillow. Covers drawn up to her neck, she was snuggled in, comfortable. I reached to stroke my morning woody. I stood beside the bed, again stretching, my cock erect at 3:00. I walked around the side of the bed. My hands reached out to caress the sleeping form of my mom. Down her back, over her ass, my hands caressed, lightly, eliciting a moan from her. She began to wake. Raising her head, squinting, she looked around the room. A smile broadened over her face. Peeking from the just under the covers, she glanced my direction, rolled to her back, and threw off the covers.
"Come here baby," Mom whispered. I crawled down next to her petite, warm body. My fingers grabbed her tit as I propped my head up on my elbow and hand. I pulled her nipple upwards, extending her flesh with my gentle tug. I rocked over, sucked her soft nipple into my mouth. My tongue circled the soft flesh, wetting her skin. I rocked back, gently blew cool air over her saliva covered tit flesh. The skin drew her nipple up rigid, her arm clamped down over her tit to warm the flesh. Ferociously, Mom growled at me. I laughed at the scary sound coming from her. She reached out and gently pawed at my cock as it lay across her leg.
"What's this?" she inquired. "Poor baby needs to do something with this?" she asked as she tugged on my hard cock.
"It needs a warm place to stay for a bit," I replied. "Got any ideas for me?" I asked.
"Nothing now son," she replied. "Your aunt will be here within the hour. Get showered and dressed," she commanded.
She jumped up, headed off down the hall to her bedroom and bathroom. I stroked my rigid cock for a minute, knowing a piss would enable him to deflate. I headed off to the bathroom in the hall. I took my time. I did my toilet stuff, and jumped into the shower. Letting the hot water run over my body, I closed my eyes and stroked my cock while thinking about my mom. Even though he was rigid, I ended up ignoring him, finishing my shower, dressed in shorts and t-shirt, and headed off downstairs.
I found mom in the kitchen, throwing together a breakfast of oatmeal and toast. I walked up behind mom, grabbed her hips, and ground my crotch against her ass softly. I held her and thrust several times against her ass, sliding my hands down her thigh to feel her warm skin just below her shorts. I pulled them up, drawing them tight against her crack. Mom wiggled her butt to match my insinuating thrusts. "Oh baby, oh baby," mom laughed. "Now knock it off and sit down for breakfast," she finished. I took my place at the breakfast counter on the island. Watching her, I could see how radiant she was this morning. I also noticed a red mark on her neck that was visible above the neckline of her t-shirt.
"Ah, Mom," I just started to comment when a light rapping started on the kitchen door. Instantly, the door swung open and in walked Aunt Julie.
"Good morning!" Aunt Julie chirped cheerfully.
"Good morning yourself!" chimed Mom.
"Morning Aunt Julie!" I followed. Glancing her way, I found her dressed in a pair of shorts, a tight sleeveless pullover, and sandals. I could not help but notice her form. Lithe, great legs, topped with a terrific ass, Aunt Julie was good to look at. Taller than mom by 4-5 inches, she had a slender frame, toned by incessant workouts at the gym. She prided herself in her athletic health. She competed in many of the local 5K and 10K races for every kind of cause. I admired her!
"Boy Carol, you look happy this morning." Julie stated. "Good night?" she asked, her voice teasing.
"Hungry," Mom asked, ignoring her comment.
"Sure, why not," Aunt Julie replied. She was staring at mom. "Oh my goodness, Carol," she stated. "Did Glen get a little more than frisky last night?" she continued.
Mom instinctively reached to her neck to cover the mark. She knew it was there. She said nothing, but turned to the stove. Hesitating, Mom delayed any answer.
"Come on Carol, was it Glen?" Aunt Julie asked again. "Never figured him for the type to lose control," laughed Aunt Julie. She turned to look at me.
"Julie, enough! And no, it was not Glen," she responded. Mom looked at me, then at Julie. Silence hung in the air. Long seconds passed.
"So what have you two got planned for the day?" I asked, glancing from one to the other.
"I want what Carol had," sighed Aunt Julie. "A good old fashioned, heart thumping fuck!" Aunt Julie continued. She stared at Mom.