Lisa sucked in a deep breath of air, and her eyes widened when she digested the taboo nature of our relationship. Her face turned from surprise to lust when she snatched the soiled napkin from my hand.
I thanked her again and said goodbye, leaving to catch up with Mom and Rachel. Halfway to the door, I turned to see Lisa in the booth. One hand pressed the cum-drenched napkin onto her face while the other was under the table. Knowing her pussy was receiving a pounding from witnessing a mother and son commit a sinful act made me smile wide.
At the theater, I sat between Mom and Rachel. Mom wrapped her arm around me when the lights dimmed. I did the same to her, and we leaned against each other. Knowing Rachel couldn’t see my roaming hand, I cupped Mom’s braless tit while we watched the feature film. Mom leaned over close and whispered, “I know it doesn’t matter, but you have my full approval if you want to marry Monica.”
Remembering the image of those two locked in sex, I smiled, leaned back, and whispered, “Of course, it matters. I’m glad you like Monica. It means a lot to me.”
My aunt noticed Mom’s arm around me and put her around me, leaning into me. The side of her soft braless tit pressed into my side. With her other hand, she pulled my arm around her back to rest my hand on her waist. I had my arms around two beautiful women. Afraid of being as bold with Rachel as my mom, I slowly slid my hand right below her breast, holding onto her ribcage.
When the movie credits scrolled, Mom rose to leave. Rachel slumped in her chair, causing her braless breast to fall in my hand. In an unconscious reaction, I squeezed her meaty mound. I quickly released her luscious tit, covering my action by saying, “Sorry, Auntie. Guess I lost my balance for a moment.”
She smiled and chuckled, “I didn’t notice anything, Sam. Only a perfect gentleman that likes older women and never tells.”
Once again, I had to adjust my stiff prick before we left to go home. It was a short ride back to our neighborhood. Mom stopped the car in front of Rachel’s house and told me to walk her sister to her door before coming home. Remembering we had an appointment in less than two hours, I knew I didn’t have time to go in and talk.
After I walked my sexy aunt to her door, she turned to me and wrapped her arms around me in a tight hug. She rarely hugged me before tonight, catching me off-guard. Hot air hit my ear when she whispered, “I’m happy you’re here this summer. I love hanging out with you. Thank you for a wonderful evening.”
She kissed me on the neck and tightened her hug. Her soft, meaty breasts mashed against my chest while she pushed her hips into my stiff prick. She backed off and gave me a sexy smile before entering her house. I walked home with a raging hard-on. Reviewing the events of the past few days, it seemed clear that Aunt Rachel was coming on to me. I wondered what Mom would think if I fucked her younger sister.
Opening our front door, I bumped into Mom standing in the hallway. She had changed out of her dress and wore a tight white blouse tucked into a short, black, pleated skirt. “Wow, Mom. You look like a cheerleader but way sexier. You’re the definition of a MILF.”
“I have to keep up with your aunt, don’t I?”
Changing the conversation, she explained, “I haven’t met our client in person. We finalized everything online. She insisted on anonymity, conducting our services in a hotel across town, twenty miles away. We have no time to waste. You’ll retrieve the room key at the front desk, and she wants you to go solo. I agreed to her terms, but I’m not letting you go alone. I’ll wait in the bar for you in case things go wrong.”
I pulled out Lisa’s panties and said, “I should leave these here.” Seeing her puzzled look, I added, “Lisa wrote her schedule down so we can request her as a server again.”
Mom’s thoughts rehashed our public exhibition. She lustfully retorted, “On her panties, no less. Maybe we should invite her over to give her a more intimate show.” Smiling wide in agreement, I dropped Lisa’s panties on the end table and wrapped my arm through Mom’s as we walked out to the car.
On the drive to the hotel, I couldn’t stop myself from running my hands up and down Mom’s bare legs while she drove. Content with feeling her sexy thighs, I didn’t venture up far enough to see if she was wearing any panties. Before I knew it, we pulled into the well-lit parking lot. The upscale hotel offered suites, so at least it would be a pleasant room.
Exiting quickly, I dashed to the driver’s side to help Mom out of the car. Her skirt rode higher when she shifted her legs, revealing her hairy bush. I grinned wide as It looked like Mom wouldn’t ever wear panties again. She held out her hands, inviting me to help her stand up. Once she stood, she hugged me and whispered, “You see anything you like?”
I hoarsely answered, “Damn, Mom. Why don’t we rent a room and forget the client?”
“Don’t worry, Sam. Tonight’s appointment will be the last one for a while. After this, we’ll spend a lot of time together. Now let’s fulfill our commitment.”
We arrived early, so we went to the bar and sat at a table in the back to wait. Mom ordered a glass of wine while we waited for my appointment. Suddenly, she leaned close and whispered, “Don’t be obvious but look at the booth next to the bar. She’s one of our prior clients. I hope she doesn’t recognize me.”
Scanning the crowd, I located the couple that Mom pointed out. I never saw their faces, but this lady had such a deep tan that I knew that she was the one after Sharon. She wouldn’t notice anyone because her attention was on a guy my age. I silently laughed when I realized they resembled each other.
Whispering back, I said, “I see them, Mom. You don’t need to worry. They’re not interested in anyone else.”
“He looks young enough to be her son. I wonder why she hired us with such a nice young man to service her?” Mom asked.
I replied, “He is her son. I might have initiated that. We kind of shared a mother-son fantasy during our session.”
Mom jabbed me in the ribs and giggled, “You’re so bad. We should charge more for you providing sex therapy along with your sperm donation.”
Looking at her watch, she said, “Okay, Sam. Time for your show.” We both rose and held our hands together when she leaned into me and said, “I’ll wait for you here. Good luck.”
With one of our clients in the bar, I figured Mom wouldn’t take a chance and display public affection. Caught off guard, she wrapped her arms around me, hugged me tight, and kissed me as a wife would do with her loving husband.
I reluctantly parted and headed to the front desk. The receptionist greeted me when I provided my last name. She searched the counter for a moment and handed me a paper holder containing a key card. She smiled and commented, “Oh yes. I checked your lovely wife earlier. Have a fun night, Sir.”
On my way up to the room, I mentally analyzed the tone and expression of the clerk. She didn’t sound sincere, and I wondered how many of their guests were high-priced prostitutes. I swiped the door lock and entered the front room, dimly lit by night lights.
I could see a lighted bedroom off to the side where I assumed the woman would be waiting. I quickly removed my clothes and made my way to the bedroom. A sheet covered the woman in the same manner as Mom’s bed. It was evident Mom had given her explicit instructions on the procedure.
I greeted her and assured her I would be slow and gentle. Moving the sheet up to her knees revealed her lower legs. They were the legs of a young woman, firm and toned. I caressed them, telling her how great they felt. When I thought she had relaxed enough, I pushed the sheet up to the tops of her thighs. I stroked her firm thighs, marveling at their beauty.
They were like my mother’s but a younger version. I recognized them as Aunt Rachel’s. I couldn’t believe both of my closest family members thought they could fool me. I had been lusting for her legs for as long as I had Mom’s.