I recognised John's mother straight away from her pictures. She was still as pretty and even bigger now. She was wearing a short, low-cut black dress which showed off her big breasts.
"Darling," she said, kissing John on the lips, then turning to me, "and this must be Davy."
She took my hand and drew me inside and closed the door. "Oh my, you're such a handsome boy," she said, putting her arms around me and kissing me. I felt her big soft breasts press against me and could see down her deep cleavage.
She pushed her tongue into my mouth. I'd never felt anything like that before. Then I felt her hand on the front of my jeans.
"You're so hard," she said.
I felt myself blushing deep red.
"And shy too," she said. "I love shy boys."
She took me by the hand and led me into a big living room, with black sofas, a white carpet and a big flat-screen TV on the wall.
"John's told me about you both wanking to his mags and pictures of him and me," she said, "so we all know what we're here for, don't we?"
I must have looked puzzled though I wasn't. I might have been a sexual novice but I knew what was going to happen.
Anne took me in her arms and kissed me open-mouthed again, her hand rubbing my cock.
"Oh God, I'm so horny," she said. "I've been thinking about you two coming round all day and all the things we're gonna do. I want you to call me Auntie Anne, Davy."
Over her shoulder, I saw John winking at me so I said, "Ok Auntie Anne."
"Good boy," she said. "Now I think it's time we had a toast."
She went over to the coffee table and picked up a bottle of champagne. As she worked off the cork her breasts shook inside her dress. She poured out three glasses and handed John and me one.She raised her glass and said, "To dirty, filthy sex."
John raised his glass and said the same and I tried to do too, but coughed and spluttered. Anne and John laughed.
"We'll have to get you used to this," Anne said.
She sat down on the sofa with John beside her and patted the seat on her other side.
"Come and sit here," she said to Davy. "I'm so glad John found you," Anne said. "I've been longing for a young boy to play with."
"You love young boys Mum," John said.
"You're not sulking, are you?" Anne said, laughing. "You know I love young boys but I love my own sexy son too."
Anne put her arm around John and drew him into a long, wet kiss then she turned to me and did the same, her tongue snaking into my mouth.
I was breathless when we broke apart. John was fondling one of his mother's huge breasts and Anne took my hand and put it on the other.
"Play with my tits boys," she said, putting her hands on both our bulging hard-ons. "We're gonna have such a lot of fun tonight."
We kissed and played with Anne and drank more champagne until I felt light headed.
"Has John told you how we started?" Anne asked.
"Sort of," I said.
"Typical, I bet he only told you half a story. D'you wanna hear what really happened?"
"Mum ..." John said.
"Hush," Anne told him. "When Ted - John's dad - died, we were both devastated. He was such a wonderful man. So we comforted each other. We sometimes slept together in my bed and cuddled and he got hard-ons. I knew he was wanking cos I'd seen the stains on his sheets."
"Then she found some mags I'd got from a boy at school," John said.
"Who's telling this, me or you?" Anne said, mock-sternly
"You Mum," John said.
"Right. Well, with no father, I realised I had to tell him the facts of life so I confronted him with the mags."
"Don't forget what you were wearing," John interrupted.
"Yes, ok, I was wearing a see-through nightie and undies."
"You looked lovely."
"Thank you darling. Anyway, the mag was really hard-core and showed women being fucked and giving blow-jobs and everything."
I was imagining Mum and I doing the same thing. Anne must have read my mind because she said, "You should let your mum find the mags you borrowed off John, kind of accidentally, and see what happens."
Seeing my uncertainty on she said, "She walks around in her undies, right?"
"Sometimes, yeah," I said.
"She's trying to get your attention. And you get hard, don't you?"
"Yeah, but I always hide it."
"She'll have noticed, believe me."
"I hope she does the same with you as Mum did with me," John said.
"I think she will," Anne said. "Just leave the mags somewhere she can find them. She won't be able to ignore them. Now I think it's time we had some fun together. I want to watch you both get undressed."
John stood up and took his shirt off and then his trousers so he was standing in his underpants with a big bulge in the front. Anne told me to do the same.
I stood up and puled off my t-shirt then unfastened my jeans and pushed them down.
"Oh yeah," Anne said, spreading her legs apart so I could see up her skirt, her bare thighs and the crotch of her panties.
"Pull ypur pants down boys, I wanna see your cocks."
John pushed his underpants down and his big cock sprang out.
"Now you Davy," she said.
I pushed down my underpants and my cock sprang out. It was much smaller than John's.
"Oh God, that's lovely," Anne said. "Wank you cocks for me."
John ran his hand up and down his cock and I copied him.
"Oooh Davy." Anne said, "I love you playing with your foreskin."
"Show us your tits Mum," John said.
"Is that what you want?" she said, looking at me.
"Yes please, Auntie Anne," I said.
Standing up, she said, "Unzip me John."
John went round the back of his mother and pulled down the zip of her dress. Anne pushed the dress off her shoulders and wiggled it down till it fell to the floor.
She was wearing a white bra, suspender belt and panties and flesh-coloured stockings. Her big tummy bulged out and her panties were tight and almost transparent, so I could see her pussy hair and some that were sticking out of the leg-holes.
"Do you wanna see Auntie Anne's big titties?" she asked me, waggling her shoulders so her huge breasts shook inside her bra.
"Yes please, Auntie," I said eagerly.
Anne laughed. "So polite," she said."Undo my bra John," she instructed.
"Yes Mum," John said. He unfastened his mother's bra and Anne lowered the straps over her shoulders but held the cups up against her breasts.
"Are you ready darling?" she asked.
"Yeah," I said.
She let her bra fall and her breasts dropped down, hanging almost to her belly-button, Watching them wobble and shake gave me a funny feeling in my tummy.
"Oooh," I said
"You like big titties, don't you sweetie?" she asked.
I could only nod.
"That's good cos Auntie loves to have her titties played with.
"Lift your arms up, Mum," John told her. When she raised them I could see Anne's armpits were very hairy. John reached around and lifted his mother's massive breasts up on his palms.
"Suck Mum's tits, Davy," he said.
"Oh yeah Davy, suck my tits," Anne said.