If you're looking hot and heavy sex, then this is not the story for you.
It's a slow moving and gentle story.
It's an easy and light read.
Enjoy and feel free to leave a comment.
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The next few days were busy and flew by. Before I knew it, it was Friday and the last session was drawing near. I was looking forward to it after the 'fun' we'd had rehearsing last Monday. But was dreading it too as it meant it would be the last time I'd have an excuse to 'play' with mom and Aunt Sophie. Was I becoming a perv? Why should stopping sadden me? All I know is that it did.
I had just finished my dishes when there was a rap on my door. Opening it I found mom and Aunt Sophie.
"Hi. Come in. Is everything OK?"
"Hi sweetie. Yes all is fine but we have a minor concern."
Was mom going to drop out? Had her 'freak-out' come back?
"What's the concern?"
They both looked at each other in a slightly embarrassed way. It seemed neither had the courage to say what it was.
Finally Aunt Sophie spoke.
"During the rehearsals we all got 'carried away'. We're thinking of toning down the pose a little. But our main concern is how close you always get to cumming."
She blushed slightly as she said this.
"And you're hoping that toning down the pose a little will help stop me cumming?"
"That's part of it," she continued.
"Sweetheart, what we're trying to say is...," interrupted mom "...might it be better for you if you, you know, if you..."
"Masturbate before getting there?" I interjected.
"Yes," they said in unison.
I laughed.
"What's funny?" asked mom.
"Considering what has happened these past weeks and especially this last weekend, you're both still embarrassed to talk about masturbation."
They saw the humour and laughed too.
"Well it's not a topic for everyday conversation."
"True," I said, "and you're both correct in that
I have almost cum and I probably will this evening. I'm just hoping it will be in the changing room during a break and not over either of you on stage," I said, amazed at my forthrightness.
"But are you prepared to take that risk?"
"No, but even if I wank now, there's no guarantee I won't cum again later. That pose, for me too, is very arousing."
"That's why we want to tone it down. We've come to the conclusion that because the pose throws us over the edge and we cum..."
Did mom just admit that they have both cum during our posing? That made my cock twitch. We're only talking about the pose and already I'm getting stiff.
"...it ends up throwing you over the edge too. So, if we don't cum it should be easier for you."
"That makes sense I suppose."
They looked at each other and gave a relieved smile. It must have been an embarrassing trip for them trying to figure out how to tell me to have a wank. Not the topic of conversation a mother and son would normally be having.
"So we'll leave you to get on with it," said mom blushing slightly.
The last time she advised a wank, when Aunt Sophie first filled in at session 7, she helped out by flashing her boobs at me. Considering all that had happened since, I was wondering why they weren't going to help out now.
"Or do you need some stimulation?" winked Aunt Sophie.
"Some help wouldn't be turned down," I laughed.
"I don't think nudity would be enough after all we've experienced," said mom.
I agreed with her.
"Well, we'd noticed that whenever we played with our breasts you'd get stiffer. Would that help?" asked mom.
"Would that help?!!" my brain screamed. Of course it would and my cock twitched at the prospect.
"OK then," said mom and to my pleasant surprise they removed their tops to reveal two sets of beautiful, naked breasts. Even though I've seen them countless times, it's still arousing to see them. Two pair of large, creamy white breasts capped with puckering and stiffening nipples. Was the puckering the result of the fresh air? Or were they getting aroused too?
"Get a move on then," admonished mom with a smile.
It took a few seconds to catch her meaning before I dropped my jeans and shorts to reveal my already stiffening cock. A few strokes and it was rigid.
Mom and Aunt Sophie squeezed and fondled their own breasts. Tweaked their nipples and tugged on them. I stroked on. While it was erotic watching them, as well as stroking myself in front of them, I wasn't getting the tingles in my balls. It was just not enough to get me over the edge quickly. The build-up would take too long.
"It's not really working as well as we thought sweetie, is it?"
"Let's try something different," said Aunt Sophie, as she proceeded to play with mom's breasts.
