Hello Readers! This is the continuing story of Jeremy, his mother and aunt. It has taken on a life of its own and although I have a good amount of it drafted out, I don't know where it will end. I welcome any and all suggestions (well, except pregnancy, that's not my thing). As always, you should read the preceding chapters. Onedragon
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Surprisingly I awoke again three hours later at nine twenty, still much earlier than I would usually get up. Breakfast smells filled the air; I could clearly detect bacon chief among them when I opened my bedroom door. I decided I needed a quick shower before going downstairs. Both Jojo and Johnny's doors were open showing they were up already. Fifteen minutes later, I threw on a tee shirt and some loose shorts then descended the stairs to find everyone just about to sit down at the kitchen table.
'What perfect timing!' Mom exclaimed upon seeing me, giving me a sly wink that no one else noticed.
'I can't believe you're up this early on a Sunday morning!' Dad chimed in, looking up from his tablet.
Mom had told me I had to continue to respect my father, and I did, but something had changed in me with the way I felt about him. I loved him, sure. He had always been a big part of my life, teaching me how to hit a baseball, how to ride a bike, shave, drive a car, etc. He worked hard to support the family and to allow us to have all the extra things we had. But something was different. He wasn't the large looming figure he once was, and not just in the physical sense either. Dad always seemed a giant to me, even after my adolescent growth spurt and I could look him eye to eye. Now though, he was just a man. A man with a sexy wife that he was neglecting.
'I smelled bacon.' I said dryly. I walked up behind mom and wrapped an arm around her waist in a seemingly innocent hug, but as I pulled my arm away, I let my hand drag across her ass. Mom was wearing her knee-length robe with her nightie underneath. She turned to look at me askance as she finished dishing the food onto platters.
'Good morning honey.' She said softly and sexily.
I turned to the table and sat at my usual spot. Dad was drinking coffee and was glued to his tablet; Johnny and Jojo were bickering over who got the first pancake. I smiled to myself at the normalcy of the scene, with so many undercurrents going on. I helped myself to a serving of eggs, pancakes, and some bacon before Johnny could wolf it all down. I poured Jojo's syrup, then my own, and dug into my breakfast. I glanced up as mom sat and dished herself. She looked back at me, then at dad, before concentrating on her plate.
We were just finishing (I restrained myself this morning!) when dad announced, to everyone's surprise, that he was taking us all to the zoo. Well, all but mom. Her extreme allergies around animals, even from the distance visitors were kept, would cause her face to swell, her eyes to water, and her nose to run like a faucet. It was the reason I never had a pet while growing up. Except for a goldfish I had when I was eight that lived for three weeks. I was so upset when Mr. Fishy went belly up that I never wanted another fish, the only pet I was allowed. So I knew mom wouldn't be going.
Johnny began to roar like a lion going around the kitchen pretending he was about to eat each of us. Jojo started to recite all the different animals that she would see, listing about a dozen before she began to repeat herself. The zoo wasn't far from where we lived and we usually would go once or twice a year. Much as I wouldn't have minded going, if only to witness my younger brother and sister's excitement, I had other things I wanted to do more than see my sister's joy at the penguin exhibit or Johnny pretending to be an elephant with an arm hanging from his face as if it was his trunk. I pretended to be heartbroken when I announced that I had a major paper due later that week that I had barely started.
'That's what you get for procrastinating.' Dad said without sympathy, staring at me with a bit of disappointment in his eyes, but for the fact that I wasn't going or that I had gotten behind on my schoolwork, I couldn't tell.
Mom looked at me suspiciously, but with a sly curve of her lips. I figured she suspected my story was fiction with the expectation of spending the day naked with her.
'That's too bad Jeremy. I know how much you enjoy going to the zoo.' Mom said winking at me. I smiled weakly back at her.
'I do, and if this Econ paper wasn't thirty percent of my grade I would love to go, but ...' I trailed off dejectedly.
'Well school is more important than seeing some gazelles.' Dad said with the paternal air of imparting a valuable lesson. Gazelles were now added to Jojo's list.
'You'll just have to stay home with your old mom.' Mom said like it was a punishment.
'You're not so bad mom.' I replied. Dad chuckled.
'Well you two, it looks like it's only the three of us!' Johnny and Jojo cheered for some reason. 'We'll leave the party poopers at home and have fun by ourselves!' At this, the two youngsters began to run around the living room yelling 'party pooper, party pooper', and laughing hysterically.
Mom stared at dad and said, 'you had to say that didn't you?' Dad shrugged his shoulders and grinned. He knew full well the result of saying 'party pooper' would have on the two kids.
'Party pooper, party pooper.' He pointed at mom and me. This caused Johnny and Jojo to fall to the floor holding their bellies from their laughter. I grinned at the sight, but mom scowled. It only lasted for a second or two before a smile broke out on her face.
'I should make you some sandwiches and bags of snacks before you go.' Mom turned to the fridge.
'I'll get the cooler from the garage so you can take some bottled water; I know you don't want to pay the prices they charge there.' I headed down the short hall past the utility room and through the door that opened into the garage. I returned a couple minutes later and mom was busy at the counter, Johnny and Jojo were heading upstairs to change out of their pajamas, and dad was headed for the bathroom for his morning constitutional. I set the cooler on the table and stood at mom's side as she made sandwiches. She turned to look at me as she worked.
'You don't really have a paper to write, do you?' She eyed me skeptically.
'Yes ... well ... it's not due until next week and it's not part of my grade. Not any more than any other homework. I wanted to make it sound important so I could get out of going.' I said sheepishly.
'But you used to love going to the zoo.' Mom looked at me over her shoulder.
'I thought we could ... you know ...' I stammered.
'You thought you could get your old mom into bed all day long and have your way with her, didn't you?' She shook her head with a sense of disbelief.
'Don't you want to?' Had I presumed too much?
Mom turned and had a huge grin on her face. 'Honey. You have to ask? You know how I feel. I can't get enough of you. And of this.' She grabbed my crotch briefly, then looked around guiltily.
'Mom!' I jerked back. Not that I didn't want her hand on my dick, but dad could return in any moment, or Johnny and/or Jojo could come back downstairs.
'See, you make me so horny I can't keep my hands off you!' She mockingly reached for my crotch again.
'I've created a monster!' I joked.
Mom started to turn back to the counter before whirling and putting her hand on my dick, which was beginning to grow.
