Something James thought he'd never see, he videoed his MILF of an aunt, Kathy, stripping herself naked while he secretly recorded her on his smartphone.
Always out and about since graduating college in May, at least until he started his new job in September, the inclement weather forced twenty-one-year-old James to remain indoors. Cancelling his plans to attend a barbeque, a surprised rainstorm with torrential downpours and monsoon like rains prevented him from going anywhere. Yet, not all bad. Needing a break from partying, he was content to spend the day inside with his sexually, needy mother while watching porn and masturbating alone in his room.
Maybe, after she had a couple glasses of wine, she'd feel horny and daring enough to flash him again. Ever since he returned home from school, no longer a child but a 21-year-old, college educated man, his mother looked at him and treated him differently. Never had he seen as much of his MILF of a mother's sexy and shapely body as he was seeing now. Always in her short, sheer, low-cut nightgown without having the modesty to wear a robe over it, his mother gave him plenty to masturbate over while he imagined her naked and having sex with her.
'Show me your tits, Mom. Show me your tits,' he thought as if hypnotizing her while trying to give his mother subliminal thoughts. 'I want to see your naked tits again. I love seeing your big, naked tits.'
Only, he didn't have to hypnotize her for her to show him her tits. With her proud of her big tits, she was always flashing him her naked breasts. Fortunately for him, with them both on the same, sexual page, she seemed to enjoy sexually teasing him by flashing him, and he loved seeing something of his MILF of a mother that he shouldn't see.
Obviously, for her to flash him her sexy underwear, and all that he could see of her naked body through her sheer, low-cut nightgown, she was just as sexually frustrated and horny as he was. Routinely and deliberately flashing him, while making her flashes appear unintentional and accidental, exhibitionism and voyeurism were their secret, incestuous game that mother and son innocently, enjoyed playing. Only, never crossing the incestuous line, flashing him her naked tits, ass, and pussy was as far as she'd go.
Without a man in her life after divorcing his father years ago, obviously, she missed her son when he left her for college. James wondered if his mother masturbated over him in the way that he continually masturbated over her. Whenever he returned home on school vacation, on holidays, and for the summer, while making her not so subtle flashes appear accidental, as if glad that he was home, she constantly flashed him. Not having a steady girlfriend in his life, it was no secret that he was as sexually attracted to his mother as much as she was sexually attracted to him.
Whenever she sat across from him in the living room, while crossing and uncrossing her legs, she flashed him her bright, white, bikini panties in up-skirt peeks and her naked, red, trimmed pussy in up-nightgown peeks. When she served him lunch or dinner, leaning over him longer and lower than she needed, she flashed him down-blouse views of her low-cut bra and her long, sexy line of cleavage. Every morning, when serving him coffee at the breakfast table, and with her never wearing a robe over her sheer and sexy nightgown, she flashed him her big, naked breasts down her low-cut, nightgown top.
No secret there, even though it was morally wrong, he'd love to have sex with his mother. With them both lonely enough, horny enough, and sexually attracted to one another enough to have an incestuous, sexual relationship, he wondered, if he made the first pass, if she'd be receptive to his incestuous, sexual advances. His sexual fantasy, he'd love to sexually take his mother. While touching her and feeling her everywhere through her clothes that a son should never touch and feel his mother, he'd love to strip her naked, push her back on her bed, and fuck her.
Yet, with him having more respect for her than that, she's his mother and not some whore. How can he have sex with his mother? He can't have sex with his mother. That's wrong. That's nasty. He'd be embarrassed to face her the next morning after having sex with her that night. Yet, with her always walking around the house nearly naked and her constantly flashing him, making it impossible not to want to reach out and touch her, feel her, and grope her, he was always walking around the house with an erection.
Nevertheless, forget about his mother, if given the chance, without shame, embarrassment, or remorse, definitely, he could have sex with his MILF of an Aunt Kathy, or with her daughter, his sexy cousin, Irene. Even though they were blood related, he'd be proud to sexually seduce his aunt and/or his cousin. They were both as sexy as they were shapely. With big tits running in the family, they all have big tits. Unfortunately, he'd have less of a chance bedding his aunt than he would bedding his mother.
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Yet, something that she'd, no doubt, would never forget for the rest of her life, what happened to his Aunt Kathy was something that James would never forget for the rest of his life either, albeit for different reasons. Caught in a sudden downpour while walking from the bus stop to her sister's house, it all started when his mother's, younger sister unexpectedly showed up at his house with her clothes soaking wet and virtually see-through. Normally, meticulously and professionally dressed, she wore her hair up, but today her long, lush, red hair was soaking wet, disheveled, and collected down around her shoulders.
As if she had been crying, her makeup was smeared all over her face. Never mind her disheveled appearance, her drenched hair, and her see-through clothes, judging by the look on her face, he didn't have to be a detective to know that something was seriously wrong. While reaching down behind her to feel her shapely ass before reaching around in front of her to cup her big breast, he wished that he could hold her, hug her, and ask her what happened. Wanting to be her lover, he wished that he could assure his aunt that everything would be okay.
Except for her makeup and her ruined clothes, to be honest, his 43-year-old, MILF of an aunt looked better with her hair down than up. Even with her hair soaking wet, as if she had just emerged from the shower, she looked sexier with her long, lush, red hair down around her shoulders instead of tied up on her head. If she looked this good with wet hair, he couldn't imagine how good she'd look with her hair blown dried, coifed, puffy, and down instead of up.
Normally, his aunt is so well put together but, today, looking fucked over, as if she had slept late and had just fallen out of bed after having a night of wild, drunken sex, she was a mess. For her to be at their door at this early hour of the morning when she's supposed to be working, obviously, something happened. Yet, instead of running downstairs to find out what happened, fortunately for him, he stayed where he was out of sight while spying down at his mother and her sister from the second-floor landing across from his bedroom.