“Well, I expected her to try to entice you, Bobby.” She reminded me. “That’s why we had that little talk in my bedroom, remember?”
“Yeah, I know, but, you don’t understand. I mean she’s permanently bald there now.” I said.
“I know,” mom replied, “your dad told me all about it last night. Did she tell you why her pubic hair was removed?”
“All she told me was that dad paid for it.” I answered.
“Well, trust me, there’s a lot more to the story than she’s letting on, dear. And, don’t change the subject on me. So, did she touch you?” Mother asked.
“Yes,” I said, “and she threatened to make me cum if I didn’t tell her more of the things you and I have done. Then, when I was in the shower, she got her fingers all soapy and, uh….”
“Okay, I get the picture.” Mom replied, interrupting me. “It should be obvious to you that your sister is more sexually advanced than you are, sweetie. She’s undoubtedly learned how to tease and control boys your age. You’ll have to get accustomed to that with her and learn to recognize when she’s manipulating you. According to your dad, she can be quite persuasive and convincing.”
“Yeah, well ‘devious’ if you ask me,” I replied, “but I didn’t touch her and I didn’t cum — although I wanted to. And before you left you promised you would have a surprise for me if I could restrain myself, which I did.”
“Oh, I have every intention of keeping my end of the deal, sweetheart. You can count on that.” She said, laughing. “And I think it’s safe to say you’re going to be, uh…. how should I say it…. properly rewarded.”
“Listen, Bobby,” she said after a few moments, “can we have a serious discussion for a few minutes?” She looked at me to make sure she had my attention. “Your dad and I had a long talk last night concerning you and your sister. He’s going to come home this afternoon while you and I are out. He’s going to talk to her, so, that leaves me to talk to you.”
I began to panic, not knowing where this was heading, especially after my sister confessed that she’d sucked dad’s cock. “Are we in trouble?” I asked. “Is he mad?”
“No, no,” she answered, “nothing like that.” She reached over again and clasped my hand in hers. “It’s just that we both realize the two of you aren’t children anymore.”
As we came to a stop light, she took a breath and turned to me. “Bobby,” she continued, “by the time I was your age, your Uncle Mike and I had done just about everything two people could do together. Sexually, I mean. And I think your father and I realize that the more we try to keep you two apart, it’s only going to force you to go looking for sexual pleasure somewhere else. And quite honestly, we would much rather you and your sister find what you need at home until that special personal comes along for you.”
“I think what I’m trying to say,” she continued, “is that I’m releasing you from your promise not to mess around with your sister, provided whatever might happen between the two of you is consensual. Of course, that means never doing anything in front of non-family members and never talking about it outside the family. As long as you keep it in the house, you two can have your fun. And we decided that could include intercourse, sweetheart.”
Did I hear that correctly? I thought about it for a minute. I immediately had thoughts of Linda and I having non-stop sex and finally losing my virginity inside a real pussy. Correction: my sister’s pussy. Double correction: my sister’s bald pussy.
Although I was surprised and extremely happy about what she just said, her explanation didn’t say anything about either her or dad. The more I thought about it, my initial happiness started to turn into confusion. Did this mean things had to end between my mother and me? Given the choice, I would gladly give up my sister if I could have my mother under the same circumstances.
“Where do you and dad fit into all of this?” I asked.
“Well,” she sighed, “your father and I are going to discuss that very topic with the two of you tonight after dinner. He and I have already talked it through and we’ve got it all figured out, but, that will be a discussion for this evening. Okay?”
I started to analyze what she just told me, but she broke the silence of my thoughts. “Oh, crap!” She exclaimed. “I didn’t realize we were almost there. Look, Bobby, there’s one more thing we need to talk about. Do you remember all the times over the last few days where I asked you to trust me?”
“Of course.” I replied.
“And in any of those times, did I ever let you down?” She asked.
“No, mom, not once.” I answered.
“Okay then, I’m asking you to trust me again. When we get to where we’re going, I want you to go along with whatever I ask you to do. Don’t bother thinking about it; I’ve planned everything down to the smallest detail. You have my word that if you play along, you’re going to really enjoy yourself. Fair enough?” She asked.
“Fine with me.” I replied.
As soon as I had answered, we pulled into a strip mall. I was trying to figure out exactly where we were, but, I didn’t recognize any of the landmarks.
If we were going shopping, wouldn’t we be at the mall? So much for that brilliant idea, I guess.
But, what was in this strip mall besides shopping? It all seemed puzzling, but, she didn’t let me churn on it long, because in a matter of seconds she had me out of the car and before I knew it, we were walking down the walkway in front of many different stores.
As we walked, she took up the time by chatting away, saying, “Baby, this is going to be so breathtaking for you…. I can just feel it.”
I don’t know who was more excited, her or me. Maybe I was just nervous. I wasn’t even paying attention to the names of the stores as we walked, so when she finally pulled me to a stop, I looked on the door and suddenly, a lot of things started to make sense. The name on the door said: “Brenda’s”.
Now, my Aunt Brenda owns a chain of hair salons in one of the suburbs close to us. This was her newest one, but, it wasn’t just a hair place. I overheard mom and dad talking about it while it was being built and after it opened. Mom came here occasionally and sometimes my sister came here, too. But this wasn’t your everyday hair salon. When we walked in, there was a lobby — kind of like a doctor’s office waiting room. It was a fancy looking place and when we opened the door, none of the women seated in the lobby paid any attention to us, or to me, as we walked in.
There was a large desk where a nicely dressed woman with glasses sat with a computer. My mom pulled me over to the desk and we stood there until the woman looked up and greeted us. “Hi,” my mom began, “is Brenda here?” She asked.
“Hold on and let me check. Can I ask your names?” The woman answered.
“Just tell her it’s her sister-in-law and her niece.” Mom replied.
The woman gave me a nice smile, picked up the phone and punched a few numbers. In just a matter of seconds, she told us my aunt would be right out. I replayed my mom’s words back in my head…. the ones where she said I was Aunt Brenda’s niece…. and then slowly looked around to see if anyone was looking at me. I was astonished to see no one was staring and the woman at the desk had gone back to her work without even a second look at me.
In less than a minute, I saw Aunt Brenda coming through one of the doors and as soon as she was upon us, she hugged mom and then turned to me. I felt embarrassed for a minute, but when she hugged me and kissed me on the cheek, the embarrassment melted away. “Oh, you look so cute!” She whispered, almost silently, as she hugged me.
“Come on,” Aunt Brenda said, “I’ve got everything ready.”
I walked behind them, looking around as we made our way through a hallway to a door with a nameplate that said ‘PROCEDURE ROOM’. “What kind of ‘procedures’ go on in here?” I wondered. Aunt Brenda smiled and opened the door to show us in.
I think the only way to describe this room is that it looked like a fancy hotel suite. It was big, I mean really big. It had a desk with a computer and a phone, a TV, comfortable looking chairs, a recliner, and yes… a bed. Looking over to my right, there was at least one or two more rooms back that way. There was also another piece of furniture in the room…. it looked remarkably like a hospital bed. There were rails on the side and it had wheels. “This is getting seriously weird.” I thought to myself.
“Bobby, it’s been too long since I’ve seen you,” my aunt said, “here… let me look at you.” Aunt Brenda held my hands in hers and stepped back to look at me. After giving me the once over, she hugged me to her and I felt her breasts crush into mine.
Releasing me from her hug, she turned to my mom and asked, “Sherri, did you tell him?”
“No,” my mom answered, “I thought it might be best if I told him here. You know, like a surprise.”
“Oh, I see. Do you want me to step out while you two chat, then?” My aunt asked.
“Not at all, Brenda. In fact, I think you should stay.” My mom answered as she lay her purse down on one of the chairs.
Mom sat on the bed and then reached toward me. Beckoning me over to her, she grasped one of my hands and pulled me in front of her. Then, looking at my aunt, she patted the bed next to her and asked Aunt Brenda to come and sit with her.
When my aunt was seated next to my mother, mom looked up at me. “Bobby,” she began, “when I went out this morning, this is where I came. Your aunt and I sat in this very room and I told her everything you and I have been through since the day I found all those panties in your room.”
I think my mom was fully prepared to see the look of distress on my face. Actually, I think she expected it. So when I started to pull away from her and my facial expressions signaled my unhappiness, she held my hand tight and said, “Bobby, please hear me out.”