I finished my shower and then changing quickly I walked downstairs to see Sam sitting at the table eating a sandwich. Mom and Aunt Jeannie were sitting on the couch watching TV, while Aunt Jeannie talked about their day. Sam and I exchanged glances and I nodded. He mumbled something but seemed more interested in his sandwich. I could never really understand Sam. He looked like the quiet sort and in fact was extremely timid, but then he had told me last summer about his month of watching his mother get fucked by two men while he masturbated, and how he dreamed of fucking his mother, and that changed my opinion of him.
"Danny, dear," my aunt's voice interrupted my thoughts, "Why don't you come and sit here with your aunt. I haven't seen you in such a long time.
I sat down on the small couch in-between my mother and my aunt. My mother had put on a dressing gown over her thin negligee but she had her legs folded on the couch and I could see the inside of her soft fleshy thighs where the robe had ridden up. I was squashed in between her and my aunt and was feeling quite aroused. My aunt was wearing a short black skirt and a lacy top. She was sitting on my right, her left arm against my thigh as she talked about the things she's bought at the mall. My mother seemed to be engrossed with the TV show as I tried to concentrate on what my aunt was saying.
"The young people these days, they are unbelievably sexy," she laughed. "I feel old."
'You're not old, Aunt Jeannie," I said truthfully. She was about 40 years old, but with her big breasts pushing against the thin blouse, her sexy sleek and soft thighs, white against the black fabric of the skirt, she looked unbelievably ravishing. She smiled and patted my thigh, "You're so sweet, isn't he, Marlene?" she asked my mother.
"He is, Jeannie, I am so proud of him," My mother said and patted my other thigh. Now both the women had a hand on my thighs, my mother was resting her hand lightly on my left thigh and my aunt was resting her hand on my right one. Behind us, Sam was busy reading the paper.
I stole a glance at my mother, but she was back to watching the TV. My aunt had leaned back on the couch and had spread her legs. I could see her thighs all the way up. Almost up to her pubes. She caught me looking at her and smiled knowingly. I was embarrassed to be caught looking at her and began to watch the TV. After a few minutes I felt my aunt's hand begin to stroke my crotch, only a few inches away from my mother's hand. She began to stroke it lightly, caressing my cock, touching my glans through my trousers. I looked at her, but she looked straight ahead. I was afraid that my mother would see but I could hardly get up and suddenly without it seeming strange. By now she was stroking my cock with rhythmic slow motions and when I looked at her, her eyes were closed and her skirt had ridden up all the way exposing her wet cunt lips. They were puffy and pink, moist and glistening in the glow of the TV light. Just as I was about to come, Sam sat up at the table, his chair making a sound as it scraped against the floor. My aunt moved her hand and stood up straightening her skirt.
"Oh gosh! I must have drifted off to sleep, "she said. My mother stood up as well, nut as she stood her hand brushed against my erect penis. She looked down at my crotch, at the obvious bulge in my trousers, smiled and then went to get supper ready.
Later that night, after Aunt Jeannie and Sam went to bed, I changed once again in to my T-shirt and boxers. My mother, as was her custom, went to the bathroom and changed into a thin chemise, the fabric once again revealing the outline of her soft large breasts and her big nipples. It ended just above her knees and she caught me looking at her.
"You don't have to wear the boxers, I told you can take it off if you feel more comfortable. I mean, I've seen you masturbate now, so there really is nothing to hide.
I was mortified, but at the same time very turned on by the possibility of showing my mother my big erect cock. I took off my boxers and my mother just looked at my semi-erect cock and didn't say a word as she turned down the bedspread and got into bed. I got into bed as well only too aware of her body next to mine.
"If it makes you feel more comfortable, I don't wear panties to bed either," she said. I became inflamed at hearing this, My own mother lying down next to me, only a thin piece of cloth covering her naked body, her pussy exposed under the bed sheets.
I tossed and turned for a few minutes every so often brushing against her thigh allowing her to feel my erect cock for a few seconds.
"What's the matter, Danny, you can't sleep huh?"
"Actually, I was thinking about Sam and Aunt Jeannie in my room. I wonder how they are managing, because my bed is much smaller than this, I hope they aren't too uncomfortable," I said.
"Oh don't worry about Jeannie, she knows my how to take care of herself," my mother said. "But, why can't you sleep?"
"You know, earlier today, when I was…"
