Not much more to tell about that weekend. Three more visits to the closet before I left. Mom was still happy as a clam, although every now and then I’d catch her looking at me weirdly.
I told her not to worry about it, but I’m not sure it stuck.
I paid a visit on Tuesday but had tests the rest of the week. I needed the stress relief come that weekend. By Saturday mid-morning Mom had wrung five more loads from me. She was getting even better, if that’s possible.
She’d lost four more pounds and was beaming. Plus it was cheat day again. We went out for lunch, and when we arrived back home, I tried to get her to go to her room.
“In a minute, if that’s okay,” she said, dragging me down to the couch, which had quickly become my second favorite place in the house, after the closet.
I held her and nuzzled her neck. “God, I didn’t think life could be this good,” I whispered.
“I want you to tell her.”
“What?”
“I want you to tell her. I hate knowing she’s still digging away. I want it over with. It’s not that big a deal, not really. Especially if she plans on fucking your brains out for a full day. So let’s just tell her.”
“I don’t know, Mom.”
“Please? Just tell her that you knew about my problem, and took care of it. You can show her your closet. It’ll be fine.”
“What if it’s not? What if she gets weird about it?”
“Then fuck her!” Mom snapped. “I’m not going to let her mess up the best thing that’s ever happened to me. No way. She’s planning on coming over this afternoon. I’m going to hit the gym before she gets here. When she starts digging again, you tell her. Make sure you get her to up the ante. You should get at least a whole weekend out of it. Maybe an entire week if you play your cards right.”
“Are you sure?”
Mom sighed. “Yeah, I’ve been thinking about this a lot. Once Carol is taken care of, we’re clear. I don’t want this hanging over us, baby.”
I sighed. “Alright, Mom. If that’s what you want.”
“It is.”
Before Mom had to go, we went to our closets one last time, in case everything blew up. It was good, but at the same time, difficult. I hated the idea of never doing that again. Then I was kissing Mom goodbye at the door.
Twenty minutes later Aunt Carol was looking around. “Where’s Winnie?”
“She left for the gym about twenty minutes ago,” I said.
It was clear how Aunt Carol was thinking. I was sitting on the couch, and before she was seated beside me, she was naked except for panties and sneakers. “You gonna tell me?” she teased.
I shook my head.
She climbed on top of me and was soon kissing me like her life depended on it. “A weekend alone. You and me. Everything.”
I groaned when she started rubbing my cock.
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” I said.
The look of hope and joy on her face was amazing. “If you’re honest with me, if you tell me the truth, I will. I swear, Randy. I’m not bullshitting either. Best sex of your life for an entire weekend. All you have to do is share. I just need to know. I’m not going to make a fuss.”
Then she was kissing me again. Man, that woman could kiss. Her hand was inside my shorts squeezing my hard cock. “Two weekends and a blowjob to seal the deal right now before your Mom returns home. That’s my final offer. I know I’m getting close, I can see it in her eyes. Don’t blow this, baby.”
“Three weekends, no limits, and the blowjob?” I asked.
She stared into my eyes. “You’re going to tell me, aren’t you? The whole truth.”
“Three weekends,” I said. “Friday afternoon through Monday morning.”
She smiled, and it was a beauty. “It’s big, isn’t it? I know it has to be.”
I just nodded.
“Hell, tell you what. If it’s as good as I’m thinking, I’ll give you ten days and nights. You put ’em together however you want. No limits and I’m going to give you the best blowjob you ever had.”
That was a hell of an offer. “If it’s not the best blowjob, I get to keep asking for them until it is.”
She laughed. “That’s not a problem as long as you’re honest. No cheating.”
“No cheating, I swear.”
“Then it’s a deal. Spill, lover.”
I eased her off of me and took her by the hand. She was surprisingly quiet as I led her to Mom’s room. “You are sleeping with her!”
“Hush, Aunt Carol. And I’m not. Be patient.”
I opened the closet door and took her inside. She looked confused for a moment. “Wait here.”
Less than a minute later I had the electronics on and my cock in my hand. I opened the little door that was almost invisible from her side, especially in the dark. Then I poked my cock through the hole. Voice modulator on, I spoke. “On your knees and suck, beautiful. A deal’s a deal. Don’t think, don’t talk. Kneel and suck. We’ll talk after.”
“Oh fuck!” Aunt Carol squealed.
“Don’t talk! Don’t think! Suck, my beautiful cum-slut.”
“Randy …” She might have been hesitant, but she dropped to her knees.
“No names! Don’t. Talk. Suck!”
When I felt her lips on my shaft, I breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t going to welsh on her promise. “The best ever. You promised.”
She tried. Aunt Carol really tried, and the fact that it was her first time blowing me, and who it was helped a lot. Not enough, though. Fifteen minutes of incredible oral later, I warned her before I came. She was game and finished me nicely. Then I closed the portal and turned off the electronics.
I met her outside Mom’s door.
“She’s better than me, isn’t she?”
I nodded. “Not by a lot. But yeah.”
She took my arm, and I walked her back to the living room. “I figured. I mean, it’s all she does, right? If it was a fucking contest, I’d blow her away.”
“I have no doubt.”
“When did it start?”
“The same day you two went to Josephine’s. I was home and heard you talking. I didn’t mean to eavesdrop; I was playing my XBox when you got home. Once I heard what you were talking about, I couldn’t interrupt.”