Mom sighed, and she turned in my lap, my cock sad to see her go. She leaned her back against the door again, so we could face each other more easily. “She’s always been jealous of me. Even when we were just kids. Always trying to one-up me. I never even knew what set it off.”
I pulled her a little closer, repositioning her. I reached inside my shorts and adjusted myself at the same time, so I wasn’t stuck under her leg. I undid the tie, loosening the top. She snuggled in closer, resting her head on my shoulder.
“She got her tits early. As a freshman she had one of the biggest racks around, and all of a sudden every boy was interested. I didn’t even start dating until I was a junior, and even then, my own were just starting to come in. But nothing like hers.”
“But you’ve got great tits, Mom!”
She giggled. “That’s not something you say to your Mother, Jeremy.”
“It’s true.” I reached for her breast, overtly, reaching right across her body, and gave it a soft squeeze. Only for a second before I dropped my hand back into her lap.
She sighed. “Thank you. When I started dating, things got bad for a while. She would always flaunt her body around the guys, especially if I brought them home. Our family was pretty liberal about how we dressed around the house, and she took advantage of it. Twice she stole my boyfriends. That was pretty hard to take. We didn’t hardly talk for most of my senior year.”
It was hard for me to think of my aunt like that. “That doesn’t seem like Aunt Marie.”
“I guess there was a lot to it. I was the first-born, and got away with more growing up. Got a lot more attention. And it was obvious that I was Dad’s favorite. When Aunt Jenny was born, Mom doted on her. I figure Marie felt kind of slighted by it all. But I wasn’t thinking about that back then. I was hurt.”
My arm was laying across her lap, and I was caressing Mom’s outside leg while she talked. She seemed to like it and didn’t give me any grief when I reached her hip, under the edge of her shirt. She just snuggled in closer, telling me about their relationship. I slid my hand around her, and caressed the edge of her ass.
“I met your father in college. He was a Junior, and I was just a Freshman. I didn’t know what he saw in me, but he adored me. God, Jeremy, you should have seen him. So handsome, so smart, so confident. And he was mine.” I could hear the wistfulness in her voice. “He was my first, you know? I was the only girl on my hall that was a virgin.”
“Boys were stupid back then.”
She laughed. “Oh a few tried, even with Marie trying to steal them all away. She slept with my first real hard crush. He was the first boy I went down on, and a few days later, he was with her. Do you have any idea what that was like? Even after he slept with her, he tried to get me to blow him again. What an asshole! I didn’t think I’d ever be able to forgive her for that.” She trembled. “I hardly ever think about those times anymore. I still get angry.”
It was surreal. We’d never talked like this, and it seemed so weird, holding her in my lap, knowing she was hardly clothed, and that I’d had my hard cock pressed against her butt just a few minutes ago. For a few moments, she wasn’t my Mom as much as a beautiful girl opening up to me. Really opening up. I stared at her mouth, unable to think of anything but her lips wrapped around some strange hard dick.
“Your father and I were getting serious. I was scared to death to take him home. But he was determined to meet the parents, and you know how he gets. We went home for spring break, and that little bitch did everything she could to steal him. She even climbed into the shower with him, naked.”
It was hard for me to hear that. Aunt Marie? Dad?
“He chased her out of there, and told me everything. Can you imagine, throwing a naked girl out of your shower, with tits like hers? She and I had a knock-down drag-out that came to blows and he had to separate us. Even then she wouldn’t give up, and right in front of me she tore off her shirt, pulling out her ace card again.
“Your Dad was incredible. He smiled for her. ‘Nice tits,’ he said, ‘but to tell the truth, I’m an ass man. Have you seen your sister’s ass? God almighty!'”
Mom giggled. “I’ll never forget those words. Every last one of them. -Have you seen your sister’s ass? God almighty!- Marie was shattered, and walked out of there, not even bothering to put her shirt back on.”
She sighed, quiet for a moment, her hand caressing my chest. “That was the night. I slept with your Dad for the first time, sneaking into his room in the middle of the night. He was so gentle, so caring. He’s big you know, kind of like someone else around here.”
My heart almost stopped when her hand settled onto my cock, which had lost a little of its hardness. She rubbed me, and I could feel the blood rushing back in.
“I was scared. I didn’t see how it could fit. I mean, I’d had nothing up there bigger than the handle of my hairbrush. No way that monster would fit. No way. He’d tear me open.”
Her hand was lightly stroking me, softly but steadily. She seemed completely unaware. Her legs opened, and her shirt shifted back, exposing her shorts to me. They were some kind of ultra-soft fluffy material, very stretchy and loose on her. I could see they’d shifted a little, and I swore I could see the edge of her pussy. She was going commando again. Her opposite hand slowly crept between her legs while she talked. Her eyes were closed as if she was envisioning it all happening again.
“It wasn’t how long it was. No, it was the thickness. I didn’t think they were supposed to be like that. It was just too much.” Her hand was wrapped around my cock, squeezing it gently. “I knew what I was getting into. We’d been doing a lot of other stuff, and I was blowing him pretty regularly. He loved that, and I really liked doing it. I mean a LOT. There’s something about a big fat cock in your mouth, and knowing that the guy on the end of it is in absolute heaven. So I had a very good idea of how big it was. It barely fit in my mouth, and my jaw would usually ache afterwards. No way that thing would fit down there.”
She chuckled. “I was wrong. It fit. Barely, and it took a lot of caring and caressing. I was afraid his poor tongue was going to fall off, he licked me for so long, getting me ready. He tried a couple of times, and it just wouldn’t go. I was practically in tears. But he was patient, and would calm me down, go down on me a while, and then try again. When he finally slid inside of me, I thought he was tearing me open. God, it hurt so bad, Jeremy! But he kissed my tears away, and slowly eased his way in. He was so excited he only lasted a few seconds, but I could feel his big thick cock pulsing inside of me, and it was all worth it. I was a woman.”
Mom’s hand was massaging her pussy, and I could see how wet she was. Amazing.
Mom sat up, her eyes open again, and pulled her hands back into her lap, clenching them together. “You’re father’s a good man. The best I’ve ever known. He was so patient with me.” She leaned back. “It took me a long time before I really enjoyed sex. The fucking part, at least. I loved making your father happy, and would go down on him in a second. Anytime he wanted. I still do, to this day. He returned the favor, and often. But the sex wasn’t good for me. I couldn’t enjoy it. God only knows why.”