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I awoke to something wet and hot engulfing my penis. Without opening my eyes, I said, "Oh, Mom, you're the best! Oooooh, that feels so good! Yes, just like that! Mmmmmmmh! Oh, yes, I'm
cumminnnnnn!
!"
"Mmmmh, Jacob, your cum gets tastier by the day. I hope you can fuck me properly my monday again..."
I pulled her up to me and gave her a long, passionate kiss, until I heard someone at the letter box. "I'll get that!"
I trew over my robe and went outside. The letter was to "Margaret and Jacob Addington", and I assumed it was from Dr. Taylor. Just when I returned to the door, a taxi stopped in front of our house.
After a short time the driver came out and went to the trunk to retrieve the luggage of the lady that emerged from the taxi and came directly up to me. She was 5'5" with chestnut brown hair and wore a brown tweed skirt, a cream colored blouse and held a jacket matching the skirt over her arm. She had a prominent but firm rear end and a matching bosom.
"Hello aunt Jean, it's good to see you!" Remembering moms instructions, I gave her a kiss on the cheek and let her in. I took the two suitcases from the driver and followed her.
"Hello Jacob." Auntie waited until I had stowed her stuff beside the door and gave me a short hug. "I decided to use the calm of the night to circumvent the crazy traffic."
I felt that my robe slipped open and hastened to re-tie the belt properly, but I had seen her eyes dart towards my neither and her licking her lips. In an attempt to distract her I asked, "do you want breakfast first, or directly to mom?"
"Well, family first. Lead the way!"
So I went to moms bedroom and knocked.
"Come in, it's not like...
Jean!
" Mom pulled the duvet over her naked body. "Come here! Let me hug you!"
While my aunt went to the bed, I silently showed mom the letter and put it on a chair. "I'm taking a shower and then I'm off to college! See you then!"
The last I saw from them was their ample bosoms smashed into each other and both colors of hair mixing.
College was as uneventful as normally. I used some free time to prepare some homework in advance, as I didn't know how much time I would have at home for that. Soon my classmates piled out into their weekend, and I took the bus home.
In the empty house I found a note on the kitchen table:
"Jacob,
we went on some girl time, but should be home shortly after you.
Be a dear and fetch a few things from the grocery store?"
The signature was replaced by a lip print.
I took the money that lay beside the note and went on my errand.
I was putting everything away, when the door opened and two giggling teenagers (that looked exactly like my mom and her sister) burst in. The wine bottle I held nearly slipped out of my hand!
Let me remind you, that my mother normally was clothed prim and proper. Skirts that were at least knee-long. Nothing accentuating her ample butt and bosom, hiding her hourglass figure. Whenever her sister was over, the style matched.
Now imagine those two in high heels that alone looked like deadly weapons. Then fishnet stockings that stopped a handwidth beyond their butts. You could see the hem, because their dresses barely covered their behinds! They were knitted, and could have been painted on their curves, leaving most of their cleavage open to the eyes of the beholder. They wore bright red lipstick that matched their nail polish (on hands
and
toes!), and their eyes looked like they popped out of shadows. Their hair flowed in waves down to their shoulders.
