The lights were gradually getting brighter signaling the last dance. My Aunt Kay's head was nestled on my shoulder. My right hand was cupping her butt cheek as Journey's Don't Stop Believing ended.
It had been a great family party celebrating me and my cousin Brendas birthdays and our high school graduation.
Our birthdays are 2 days apart, the 1st and 3rd of July. I grew up wishing my birthday would have been during the school year. I always envied the kids who got cupcakes during class time.
As the music ended, we returned to our table. My mother and sister had their heads on the table, either sleeping or passed out. Brenda was sitting upright with her eyes closed. Several bottles of bubbly and a variety of other adult beverages had taken their toll. Kay and I laughed at the sight.
She said, "Look at these short hitters. I understand Brenda as it's her first legal drinks but my sister is experienced."
Auntie got Brenda up and headed for the exit said, "Let me get her in the car, I'll come back and help you."
I shook my sister and she sort of woke up. I half carried and walked her to our car. Back inside Kay was trying to talk to Mom. Talk to is correct there was no response from Mom.
The two of us got her up and were heading to the car when a security guard showed up.
She said, "I'll be glad to help. Looks like you could use it."
She took Kay's place and we tucked Mom in the back seat.
She said, "Why don't you give me your keys. I'll drive your aunt home then come back to get you."
"I think I can drive."
She smiled, "That may be, but not tonight. Not on my watch. Just wait here."
She drove off with Kay, a security car following.
There was a light breeze, the sky was pitch black with a sliver of a moon. I leaned on the car hood enjoying the view. I jolted awake when security touched my arm.
She said, "Sorry, didn't know you were asleep. Let's get you buckled in and get you home."
She pulled into our garage, handed me the keys asked If I wanted her to help getting our passengers in the house.
I thanked her, assured her I could handle things.
I said, "At worst They can sleep it off in the car. It's a warm night."
We shook hands and they left. I started with Lisa. She was all rubbery, so I carried her into the living room and sat her on the sofa. Mom was barely able to stand up, I just carried her inside.
Lisa had taken off her skirt and slipped her panties down to her knees. She was lying on the sofa one leg dangling off the side.
Mom opened her eyes looked at Lisa and said, "What's she doing? I Can walk."
She staggered to the stairs and took a step up. I caught her as she toppled backwards. With my arm around her waist, we managed to get to the second floor. She gagged and covered her mouth. I led her to the bathroom. She immediately knelt and upchucked in the toilet. I wet a washcloth and held it on her forehead while keeping her hair away from the fluid.
She finally dry retched, whimpered, "Need to pee."
I helped her on to the seat. I managed to pull her skirt out from under her and was trying to get her panties down when she started to pee. I pulled the wet panties aside. I left her sitting as I ran warm water on the washcloth. In the mirror I saw her tilt to the side. Quickly raced and caught her.
I said, "Mom wake up."
She muttered, "Need pee."
"You've already peed."
I just picked her up and carried her to the bed.
I laid her on the bed, pulled the skirt and panties off. Retrieved the wash rag soaked in warm water and washed her legs and pussy mound. As the warm cloth touched her she peed a little more. I grabbed another wet cloth and re-wiped her. I took a deep breath.
It was my first close look at a pussy. I spread her slit and focused on the pink inside. She rolled to the side and curled her leg showing her pussy from the back side. I spread her cheeks exposing her cute puckered hole. I was hard. I stared at her lady parts then pulled a cover over her.
I rinsed her panties and left them soaking in warm water. I took her skirt downstairs and sprayed it with spray n wash and left it in the washer.
Lisa was lightly snoring. With her leg dangling her pussy was spread a little, the lips were pale white. I checked to see if the inside was pink. It was. I lifted her leg onto the sofa and scooted her away from the edge, covered her with a throw and turned out the lights.
I was tired from lugging the two of them around and a little tipsy so went to sleep as soon as I hit the bed.
A few hours later I awoke with visions of my mother and sisters' bare pussy. With the images playing in my head, I relieved the tension in my dick, then fell back asleep.
I was in the process of waking when there was a knock on my door.
I muttered "Come in."
It was Mom.
She was wearing a short robe, her hair was wet and she smelled like fresh soap.
She sat on the edge of the bed and said, "I'm sorry about last night."
I grinned and said, "No need to be sorry, you were just a little over served as they say."
"Yeah I drank way too much but I was having fun. The party was great."
I said, "Yeah, we all had a good time. Thanks."
She said, "Thank you for tending to me. And thanks for being a gentleman about it. Washing your mothers' privates is above a son's call of duty."
"Mom I'd be happy to wash your privates anytime. They are beautiful. I'll never forget it."
She asked, "Was that the first time you've seen, huh, huh, a woman without panties?"
I nodded.
"Did it make you feel horny, did you get hard?"
"Momm!!"
"It's all right if you did. A lot of boys have sexual fantasies about their mother. That's been going on for a long time. As a woman it's nice to know I can still turn guys on. It's a nice compliment."
I put my hand on her leg and said, "I hope to see it again."
She patted my hand said, "You just keep on hoping."
When she stood up her robe was spread at the bottom. I could see the inside of her scrumptious thighs, I hoped it'd spread a little more.
She bent down and kissed me on the forehead, said, "I'm going to fix breakfast. Get cleaned up."
After my shower, I met Lisa in the hall. She was clad in bra and panties, drying her hair with a towel.
She said, "We need to talk."
"Ok."
"Why did you take my panties off?"
"I didn't. You took off your skirt and pulled your panties down before you crashed on the sofa."
"Why would I do that?"
"I'm sure you weren't thinking clearly at that point."
"Well whatever, you saw my pussy. Did you do anything else?"
"I admit I saw it and enjoyed looking at it. It's very nice, cute, beautiful. But I never touched it just covered you up."
She grinned, "Thanks for the pussy compliment. I like it myself. You've probably been wanting to see it so consider it as a late birthday present."
"Can I see it again?"
"Dream on!"
