By the time we had cleared everything, put away the leftovers and washed the dishes, Dad had his laptop out, checking his email I suppose. Mom and Aunt Marie took their coffees out to the porch, to join him. Colin and I checked in before tackling our new chores.
“There’s a pile of collapsed boxes behind your father’s stand-up tool chest,” Mom said. “Help Colin load those up, and give him the black luggage set for packing.”
Aunt Marie added, “Colin, I need you to neatly load everything in my tall dresser into the three large pieces of luggage, when you finish your stuff.”
“Mom! Between my stuff and yours, that’s going to take all afternoon!”
“Hush now. It won’t take more’n two or three hours, if you don’t dilly-dally,” Aunt Marie told him. “One of the boxes has two levels of dividers. You’ll have to put it together. My shoes go in there, one pair to a opening. Be careful with them, I don’t want ’em all scuffed up.”
“But Mom!”
Mom grinned. “Would you rather spend the next couple of hours up in the attic?” She glanced over at me.
Colin shook his head.
“Well get to it then, time’s a wastin’,” Aunt Marie said.
“This sucks,” Colin whined as we headed to the garage.
“Just be happy you’re not gonna be workin’ in the sauna. I know as soon as I’m up there, Mom’s gonna have a bunch of things she wants me to find. Happens every stinkin’ time.”
I loaded up the boxes, and pulled down the luggage from the overhead racks hanging from the ceiling above the garage doors, where we kept them. Filled the back of their SUV. We were just finishing up when Mom showed up. Dad was right behind, on his way to the office. “There’s some packing paper over the sports cabinet, Jeremy. Why don’t you get that down as well.”
I friggin’ knew it. I should have told her I had plans. Anything. We finally got Colin loaded up and out the door. Dad said his goodbyes, while Mom said she had a few other things she needed from the attic, leaving Dad chuckling as he got in the car. Mom was grinning. She was enjoying this. “The boxes, Jeremy?”
I sighed, and headed back in. Pulled down the attic access stairs in the upstairs hallway. The heat hit me like a blast furnace. I climbed the stupid ladder, and turned on the light.
“You might try looking to the right,” Mom called up to me.
Just a few feet away were a stack of boxes. The metal rods for the wardrobe boxes were on top. “If you can, find the pressure cooker and canning jars. I think I’m going to make another batch of salsa,” Mom added.
The pressure cooker was sitting on top of the two boxes of canning jars, right behind the moving boxes. Weird. “Alright,” I told her.
“Oh, and while you’re up there-”
“Mom!”
“-see if you can find your father’s turkey fryer.”
Crap. I was going to be up there forever. We’d looked for that last Thanksgiving with no success. I sighed, grabbed the boxes and started carrying them down. Three trips up and down for all the boxes. When I grabbed the pressure cooker. I saw a big box labeled ‘turkey fryer’ was right behind it. That didn’t make sense. We’d looked all over for it. Then again, we weren’t looking for it in a box, and there it was, labeled clear as day. Another five minutes and I had the canning jars and fryer down. It hadn’t taken 15 minutes, and I was already sweating like a stuck pig.
Mom was busy carrying the canning stuff downstairs, and Aunt Marie had an armload of boxes. “Be a dear, and take the fryer out to the garage,” Mom said.
I closed up the ladder access, and took the big box out.
Mom and Aunt Marie were waiting for me in the living room, wearing huge grins. That and panties. That’s all. My chin nearly hit the floor. Aunt Marie walked up and gave me a Monster Energy drink. Mom approached and grabbed my chin, tugging down. “Open up.”
I opened my mouth and she put something in it. “Drink up,” she said.
I drank down about half the drink, and some kind of pill. I was already thirsty from the few minutes I’d spent up in the attic.
“You’re soaked,” Aunt Marie said. “Why don’t you give me that stinky sweaty stuff and I’ll put it in the laundry, with ours.”
I peeled off my shirt. “What’s going on?”
Alright. I guess I can be dense. Mom heaved a big exagerrated sigh. “With the afternoon’s chores out of the way, what ever will be do with our time?”
“Shorts too,” Aunt Marie said.
I removed my shorts, and passed them over. Aunt Marie tossed my dirty clothes in the direction of the kitchen. Both moms started giggling, and Mom took me by the hand, leading me up the stairs. Aunt Marie grabbed my other one and followed.
I was taken directly to the Master bath. Aunt Marie started the shower, and Mom pulled out a big stack of towels. Big. Maybe half a dozen of them. Then Aunt Marie was dragging me under the hot water, and I noticed she’d lost her panties. I was barely in, when I felt Mom push up against me, closing the door behind us.
Their hands started soaping me up, teasing me. I got a quick little kiss from Aunt Marie, then one from Mom. Aunt Marie was trying to wash me with her breasts, giggling.
“Alright, when’d you find all that stuff?” I asked Mom.
“Whatever could you mean Jeremy? It takes forever to find anything up there.”
“Seriously, Mom.”
She pulled me down for one of her Mommy kisses, and Aunt Marie had switched to soaping up my erection. “When we put away the linens and kitchen things from the cabin.”
It felt weird to have someone else’s hand rubbing between my butt-cheeks. I wasn’t complaining, it was just weird.
The next thing I know, I was being rinsed, the water’s shut off, and I’m standing in the bathroom getting towel dried, by two naked MILFs. It was surreal, I was their plaything, being guided along willingly.
“What’s going on, Mom?” I asked, curious, but not wanting to rock the boat.
Mom smiled. “Marie and I have a few things we’d like to teach each other. You’re going to be our practice dummy. Is that Ok with you?”
I glanced at Aunt Marie, and she nodded, giving her lips a teasing lick. “Works for me.”
The sisters giggled, and dragged me into Mom’s bed. I was situated in the middle, propped up with a couple of pillows. Mom and Aunt Marie were near the end of the bed facing me. Mom was between my legs, rubbing my thighs, with Aunt Marie to my left.
Mom looked up at me. “We’re in no rush, Jeremy, Ok? We want to take our time. Try to relax, and if we ask you any questions, be brutally honest. This may not be the sexiest play session ever, but we’ll make it up to you, right Marie?”
Aunt Marie nodded. “In spades, I promise. Be patient with me, Ok, lover?”
“Of course. You’ve been patient with me forever. It’s the least I can do.”
After that, it was like I was little more than a cock platform. They talked to each other, giggling, serious, playful.
“Ok, teach me one of these secrets,” Aunt Marie told her.