She settled back down, burying her head in my shoulder. “I can’t believe I’m telling you all this.”
“Mom, you have no idea what this means to me. I feel closer to you than I ever have.”
“Even closer than with your cock practically in my butt?” she chuckled.
“Mom!”
“Jesus, Jeremy, don’t have a cow. I’ll tell you a secret. When you were pressing your big fat cock between my cheeks, I liked it. A lot. Too much. That’s why we had to stop.”
She kissed me on the neck, a soft warm kiss that left me trembling. “You remember how your father said he was an ass man? He really is. He liked to play with my ass, and even lick me back there. It was so incredibly naughty. Over time he played with it more and more, slipping his fingers into me, especially when he went down on me. I wasn’t stupid. I knew what he wanted, but I was even more afraid. I screwed my courage up on Valentine’s Day, lubed my virgin butt-hole with half a tube of KY, and waited for him naked in our bed, a big bow wrapped across my ass cheeks. He took me up on the offer. And you know what? I liked it. No, I loved it. After that, I’d let him fuck me in the butt at least once a week. Sometimes a lot more. Does that shock you?”
Shocked was an understatement. “A little. But it’s the hottest damned thing I ever heard.”
She eased her hand down to my cock again, slipping inside my shorts, deliberately stroking it. “One night, he was insatiable. He came in my ass twice, but kept going. He fucked me raw, until I had to ask him to stop. He was still hard as a rock, and he turned me over and fucked my pussy. No preliminaries, he just stuck it in and fucked me senseless. I must have come a dozen times for him. After that, sex was no longer an issue. I was his, any hole, any time. The very next day he asked me to marry him.”
“I never thought I’d be so jealous of Dad,” I confessed.
Mom slid down in my lap, her rear nestled between my legs, her legs open. I don’t even know when it happened, but my hand was between her legs, slowly massaging her crotch through her soaked shorts. One of my fingers was pressed against her flesh. Her hand had a solid grip on my cock and she was stroking me good. It was too much to believe.
“Your aunt, of course couldn’t leave well enough alone. She’d dropped out of college and was living with Dan, Colin’s father. When we announced our engagement and our plan to get married after your father graduated and got a job, she made Dan propose to her, and planned their wedding right away. She had to be first, you know. I couldn’t believe how petty she was. When we came down for the wedding, things were pretty ugly. She didn’t even want me to be a bridesmaid, but Mom made her. Four months later your father and I got married, and things still weren’t good between me and Marie, but they weren’t as bad. At least we could talk some.”
I tried to slide my hand into her shorts, but I found out I’d reached her limit. She stopped me, but put my hand back on her pussy. “Behave,” she told me softly, and I went back to fondling her. I know she liked it. There was a wet spot the size of half-dollar there, and it was just getting bigger. I could even press up inside of her.
“When I got pregnant with you, right after our honeymoon, that’s when we finally patched things up. She was so happy for me. God, I loved her for that. Then we had a long talk and she broke down. They were having trouble getting pregnant. She’d been trying since they first got married. There was a lot of crying and apologies that night, and we worked things out. Six months later she was pregnant, and I had graduated. Everything was so much better. There’s always remained a little competitiveness, but nothing too bad. Until now.”
“Now? How?”
“She’s trying to take you from me.”
That was like a slap in the face. “That’s crazy talk, Mom.”
She didn’t like that. “Don’t tell me what’s crazy! I know her. You don’t. To you she’s the fun, playful aunt who adores you and would let you get away with anything. I’m the old fuddy-duddy.”
I laughed. “Fuddy-duddy? Who says that? And I don’t think you’re a fuddy-duddy. I mean, look at you!” I ran my hand over her body for emphasis, up to her breast, and then back down between her legs.
She blushed. “Well maybe not right now, but you know what I mean. She’s making her play for you, and throwing it in my face.” She turned in my lap and practically faced me. “You know what she said to me? Do you? She said you had the sweetest cum she’d ever tasted. Can you believe that? She doesn’t even suck cock. She NEVER swallows. And she told me you had the sweetest cum. I could fucking strangle her.”
I felt like pond scum. “What else did she say?”
She sat upright, pushing my hands away. “Never mind what else she said. You need to finish telling me everything. Where were we?” She turned and sat on my lap again, facing forward, pressing her butt up against my hardness. “What happened after this?”
“You’ll have to raise up a second,” I told her. She obliged, leaning forward and lifting her ass way up.
I pulled the leg of my shorts back to my crotch, and pulled my cock forward, so it was almost completely exposed. I inched my hips forward, and drew my Mom back into my lap. I heard her gasp, when she felt the hardness of my cock press up between her legs.
“Oh, Jeremy, you didn’t!”
“I didn’t, not really. I just got it straightened out. Aunt Marie pulled it out of my shorts and up between her legs, rubbing it, pressing it against her panties.”
“Fuck! I knew it! That bitch!”
“Yeah, and then she told me to get comfortable, and not to get too carried away. She leaned back against me,” I tugged my mom backward, until she was resting against my chest. “When I asked her what she meant by carried away, I was kind of worried that we’d already stepped over the line. I had my hands on both of her tits already,” I cupped mom’s breasts gently, “and she was rubbing my thing like there was no tomorrow.
Mom seemed resigned to letting me show, and not tell. Her breath was becoming a little more labored. She didn’t call me on touching her breasts, even when my fingers found her hard nipples. “How was she rubbing you,” Mom asked breathily.
I took her hand and brought it down between her legs. I pushed her fingers against my hardness, pulling back until she was pressing it against her panties firmly. “Kind of like that, but occasionally wrapping her fingers around it and stroking it.”
“And that wasn’t getting carried away?” she asked. Her hand lingered on my cock, moving slowly over it, while my hand slid inside her shirt, moving back to claim her breast.
“No. She said I couldn’t fu… couldn’t have sex with her. Not in the Jeep with everyone around.”
“Not in the Jeep. Such a fucking slut,” Mom groaned.
“No, but she said everything else was Ok.” I moved my other hand inside my Mom’s shirt, and toyed with her breasts. Aunt Marie’s breasts are huge and amazing to look at, but I was coming to realize that Mom’s breasts were just as fun to play with, and if possible more sensitive.
“She let me play with her body, especially her boobs. It was super-exciting for me, you know.” I kissed my Mom on the neck. “But yours are better.”
“Really?” she sighed.
“Really. I love your tits, Mom.” She was quiet while I fondled them, pinching her nipples between my fingers, loving the full feel of them.
“What else?” she said softly.
“I guess the next part was my fault. I wanted to feel her skin against mine, so I pulled her shirt off.”
“Jeremy, you’re so bad, always pushing things,” she sighed. “Just like your father.”
I pulled her shirt up, and she resisted a moment. “No, baby.”
“Just for a bit Mom, so you’ll understand what happened next.” I kept tugging at her, and she relented, letting me take her shirt off. Watching her raise her arms over her head, allowing me to pull her tee over her head, had my heart beating like a hummingbird’s.
I looked down at her tits, holding and squeezing them. “Jesus, Mom, your tits are fantastic.”
“Shhh. Try to behave, Ok? Remember I’m your mother. This is just for the story. What happened next?”
“She had told me I could do anything, right?” I freed one hand, sliding it down Mom’s belly. “And playing with her big tits was cool and all, but,” I eased my hand into Mom’s shorts, “I wanted to make her feel as good as I was.”
I slid my finger into her, and she moaned softly. “Jeremy, do you have to do that?”