Peter Returns Home to Love Mom:
After sex with Aunt Delia, Peter finds Mom a willing partner.
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I was nervous for my son Peter to arrive home from his visit to my sister Cordelia’s estate. Cordelia, or Delia as she likes to be called, is my older sister by about five years. There’s been this tradition in our family going way back that at 18, you visit the oldest sister’s house. I remember visiting my Aunt Cordelia (yes, a woman by the same name) when I turned 18.
No one had told me that my lovely aunt was going to seduce me into an incestuous lesbian relationship. It was incredible. I’d never been intimate with anyone, and she showed and taught me pleasures that I remember to this day.
All my cousins and brothers and sisters visited her estate. My sister Delia inherited the property and the job of introducing the next generation of the family to intimacy.
I have four kids. Kat, 19, visited Delia last year. When she returned, she confessed her lesbian affair, and I got so aroused that I masturbated to an orgasm right in front of her. That led us to begin sharing our bodies with each other. My two younger daughters, Alisa and Alina, are 17 and will visit Delia next year.
About to come home from his trip was 18-year-old Peter. Why was I nervous? Because you never knew how the trip was going to go. The kids knew nothing prior to the journey except rumors that Aunt Cordelia was crazy or eccentric. Each child was sworn to secrecy afterwards. But not everyone was into having sex. For those, the visit was just a pleasant time in the country. No one was forced to do anything.
As I watched the train pull into the station, I wondered which type of trip Peter had experienced, and would I even find out.
I must admit I’d fantasized about Peter coming home and seducing me. Not a normal mother fantasy, but it was so real that I came while sticking fingers into my pussy and rubbing my clit one night.
“Hey, Mom!” Peter called out as he climbed down from the train car.
“Peter!” I called, breaking out of my fantasy.
He hugged me tightly.
“I’m so glad you’re home,” I said. “We missed you!”
“I missed you guys too,” Peter said as we strode into the station to retrieve his bag.
“Did you have a good time?” I asked, trying not to pry too soon.
“Uh huh,” Peter said. “Delia’s place is great. She has this awesome game room and a big pool and stuff.”
I wondered if maybe a pleasant trip to the country was all Peter had experienced.
“That’s great, honey,” I said.
Peter picked up his bag and we got in the car, heading home on the freeway.
“Any highlights you want to share?” I asked as I merged onto the highway.
“Maybe later,” Peter said, tilting his seat back. “It’s not much fun riding on a train all day. I’m pretty tired.”
“Sure,” I said, and concentrated on the road as he snoozed.
Peter didn’t say much else after we got home. He claimed he was still tired and went to bed early. Not even Alina and Alisa could pry much information out of him, though they tried hard.
The next morning Peter was up early. I was in the kitchen drinking coffee and scrolling through my phone.
“Hey Mom,” he said in a cheery voice.
“Feeling better?” I said, looking up and setting my phone down on the counter.
“Much!” he said. “Can I have a cup?”
“Sure!” I said, grabbing a mug and filling it with hot black liquid.
“Where’re the twins?” he asked, looking around.
“Don’t you remember? They took off early for cheer camp. Like last year, and the year before that,” I said smiling.
“Oh yeah,” Peter said, thoughtfully. “A week?”
“Yep,” I said. “We’ve got the place to ourselves.”
I had memories of last year when Peter and the twins both went off to camp and Kat and I had an entire week to lick each other’s pussies. Scrumptious!
I watched Peter sip his coffee. My boy had grown up so much. He was over six feet with a muscular build, fine legs, and a shock of brown hair that he kept short. He had very kind eyes which were at the moment staring into his cup.
“Thoughts?” I asked.
“Oh, nothing,” Peter said. “I was just thinking about our family.”
“That’s nice, Peter,” I said, setting my cup down. “Most boys your age are probably thinking about girls and sports – not family.”
“Oh, I think about girls, too” he said, glancing up at me.
What was that look? Had he just checked out my boobs? I had to remember what I’d put on. I knew I was wearing a bra, but it was rather thin and didn’t do much to hide my nipples when they got hard, which, they were suddenly. What was happening to me?
“Any girls in particular?” I asked, trying to stay on the subject.
“Mom?” he asked, not looking at me.
“Yeah?” I said.
“Is it wrong to be close to your family?”
I thought for a moment. “Of course not,” I said.
I lifted his chin so he’d look at me.
“You can never be too close to family,” I said. “We’re all we have, really – each other!”
“That makes sense,” Peter said, smiling.
“Did something happen at Aunt Cordelia’s, that’s making you think about family closeness?”
I was treading on thin ice here.
“Sort of,” Peter said. “But I’m not supposed to say.”
“Did Aunt Cordelia tell you not to say anything?”
“Well, not exactly. She said I could decide but shouldn’t say anything to the twins.”
“That’s right. But you get to choose what you tell me. Is there something you want to tell me, Peter?”
This time I was sure he was looking at my chest. I was getting the idea that he and Delia had been intimate. The idea was starting to turn me on, picturing Peter in bed with my sister.
“Kind of,” Peter said, looking up into my eyes.
“You can tell me anything,” I said. “Anything, no matter how personal.”
“Me and Delia had sex!” he said, speaking fast like he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to get it out.
I touched his knee. “That’s wonderful, Peter.”
“Wonderful? Sex with my aunt?” Peter said.
“Oh yes,” I said. “You shared your secret with me. Doesn’t that feel better?”
“Actually, it does,” Peter said, visibly relaxing.
I caressed his knee a little, trying not to be too forward but definitely having feelings in my crotch. I hadn’t expected this, but the same had happened when my daughter Kat revealed her secret.
“Wait,” Peter said. “So, you knew that could happen?”
“Of course,” I said. “I was kind of hoping it would in fact.”
“So, did you know about Kat too?” Peter asked.
“Kat?” I said. “What about Kat?”
“She was there too and …” Peter said, stopping in mid-sentence, maybe afraid he’d said too much.
“I see,” I said. “I didn’t know Kat was going to be there. Did something happen between you two?”
Peter’s eyes grew big. “It did. Is that awful?”
“No, Peter,” I said. “You made love with your sister. It was good, yes?”
“Fuck, Mom!” Peter said. “It was amazing, but why aren’t you upset?”