"Connie, I fucked John."
My mom's words hung in the air. All motion stopped. Aunt Connie holding my mother in her arms, stared down at her. Her facial expression trying to fathom what she had heard.
I sat frozen in the desk chair, looking wide eyed at the monitor, my mind racing as if I was trying to escape reality. My cock deflating rapidly between my cum coated fingers.
"And he's been watching us"
I whispered to myself, "Shit!"
My mom turned her head and looked directly at the mini-cam on the dresser. Aunt Connie followed mom's eyes and focused her gaze on the small pencil-sized clear lens on top of the book.
Aunt Connie turned back to my mom and in a soft voice that seemed to contemplate what my mom had just said, paraphrased my mother's words, "You fucked John and he's been watching us."
Aunt Connie's body stiffened. She sat up straight. Glared down at mom and then directly at the cam and in a commanding, irritated tone, ordered, "Jonathan Morgan Blair, get your ass in here right now!"
I stood up as if called to attention. I instinctively reached for the box of tissue on my desk, quickly tugged out three sheets, wiped the cum off my fingers and threw the wet tissues into the waste basket. I glanced at the streak of cum on my desk, keyboard and monitor and knew cleaning it off would have to wait. Aunt Connie's voice blared out of the computers speakers and I could hear her clearly from my mom's room, "Jonathan!"
I bent down pulled up my boxers over my limp, but still wet cock and moved to the door. I unlocked it and walked, as if in a dream, to my mother's bedroom. I opened the door and stepped in.
My mother was standing in front of Aunt Connie. Her hands folded in front of her pussy. Her head bowed.
Aunt Connie growled at me, "Stand next to your mother."
I walked to my mom. We must have been a sight. She was standing completely naked and I only had on a blue t-shirt, plaid boxers and white ankle socks.
I looked up my aunt glaring up at me. She was sitting on the bed, naked. Her arms folded in front of her holding up her luscious, huge breasts, her legs crossed, concealing her pussy. A dense woman smell, the musky mixture of both their bodies odors, filled the room.
"Strip!", she commanded me.
I yanked the t-shirt off over my head and tossed it on the floor. I pushed my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and tugged them off, kicking them away. i folded my hands in front of my dick and stood there with my head bowed like my mom.
Aunt Connie's voice was calmer, "Well. I can see you don't take after your father, more like your grandfather, wouldn't you say July?"
Mom didn't raise her head, but nodded, "yes".
I tried to comprehend what Aunt Connie was implying and mom admitting too. Mom, Aunt Connie, grandpa? Did they? Are they still?
"Jonathan." Aunt Connie interrupted the image that was just starting to form of mom and grandpa and Aunt Connie and...
I looked up at her not understanding what she wanted.
She said softly, "Your socks."
I looked down and realized I still had them on. I almost lost my balance standing there trying to take them off, but I made it.
I stood up straight again. This time with my hands at my sides.
With a twinge of anger Aunt Connie asked, "So, how long have you two been fucking?"
Mom and I looked at each other, we both, waiting to see who would answer.
Irritated, Connie ordered, "July?!"
My mother, her head again bowed, softly answered, "Just since last night."