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 Title: Awakenings Pt.  01


Summary: Son lusts for mom after aunt moves in.


Keywords: inc,fic



   Chapter 1

   There are moments in your life that change everything, that upend the
world and you are never the same afterwards.  Sometimes tragic, other times
sweet, there are times where one decision changes not only your life, but
how you view it.  My moment, so to speak, came without warning, like a
sudden surge from the sea, obliterating everything that was old and
replacing it with something new.  But as I look back with changed eyes I
can only wonder if I was too blind to see that wave coming.

   The summer before my senior year started off under dour circumstances.
My aunt Jen, my mom's sister, had just finalized her divorce from the jerk
she had been married to for a decade.  She was starting over, and that
restart involved moving in with us.  Jen was a teacher, and her salary
wasn't going to stretch very far on her own.  Mom is a surgeon, and a good
one, and extended Jen the offer to stay at our house rent free for as long
as she needed.  Mom had a habit of taking in lost souls; that's how she
found me.

   My biological mother was a nurse, who had gotten pregnant and didn't
know what to do.  My mom, a young surgical resident, adopted me, even
sponsoring the nurse's medical costs throughout the pregnancy.  At the age
of 26 mom found herself a new, single mother, starting a promising medical
career with me in tow.  As a result, she never made time for a husband, or
more kids, and it was just the two of us on what she called our little
adventure.

   "Are you going to sit around all summer," Mom asked me from the kitchen.
I was, indeed, sitting around.

   "Go easy on him, Maggie," Aunt Jen said as she popped her head around
the corner.  "It's day one of summer, he can be lazy for a day or two." She
came around the corner and stopped to mess with my hair.  I playfully
fought her off, and she went into the kitchen.

   "Off the save the world?" I asked mom, the same question I asked almost
every morning.

   "You know it," she said.  "But I'm taking off early to spend some time
with you guys.  And don't forget, Will, you are supposed to helping your
aunt paint her bedroom and bathroom."

   "I didn't know that slave labor came with the offer to stay, otherwise I
would have moved in earlier," Jen said, high fiving mom.  They both
laughed. I grinned and turned back to my book, glad Aunt Jen was joking
about her divorce.  It has been a bitter fight, and mom had spent a lot of
nights consoling her sister.  "I'm going to drag him out to buy paint
later."

   "Well, stay out of trouble, and don't forget to use sunblock," Mom said.

   "Will you stop being so bossy?" Jen teased.  "Go and be brilliant.  I'm
going to put Will to work."

   Mom left with an exchange of goodbyes and Jen came over and sat by me on
the couch.

   "What do you really want to do today?" she asked me.

   "I don't know," I said, looking up from my book.  "I'm supposed to help
you paint."

   "We'll go buy paint later, and tape up the room, but you didn't answer
my question."

   "I was going to watch a movie, maybe, and swim.  But really I don't mind
helping."

   "I'll tell you what," she said.  "Let's watch your movie, then go buy
paint and work.  I don't want you to sacrifice your summer for me."

   "I don't mind.  It's usually just me and mom most of the time, and
summers are really boring since she works.  I'm glad to have you around."

   "I thought you'd be hanging around with your friends."

   "I will, but I can't do that 24/7."

   "Alright, a movie it is.  I'm going to get a snack." She vaulted off the
couch and headed to the kitchen while I queued up a movie.  I sat back on
the couch and Aunt Jen returned with a plate of vegetables.  Like mom, she
was fit and worked to stay that way.  She was 42, two years younger than
mom, but they looked alike.  I thought she might sit next to me, but
instead she lay on the floor in front of me.  The movie started and I put
my book down and sat back to watch.

   "A movie at 9 in the morning, this feels so decadent," she laughed.

   "Oh, this is just the beginning, Aunt Jen, summer has begun," I said
dramatically.

   She laughed, crunching a bite.  "Just call me Jen, okay?  I'm mooching
off your mom, it feels right."

   "Okay, Jen," I said, testing out the name for the first time.  "But if
it makes a difference mom doesn't think you're mooching."

   Since I was a kid, Jen was always fun to be around.  The last few years
of her marriage had been rough for her, and the fun times were few, but
with her newfound freedom she seemed to be her old self again.  I settled
in to watch the movie as the sun crept across the living room floor.  It
was only a few minutes into the movie when I first saw it.

   Jen had nothing on under her shorts.

   I sat up slightly, a guilty feeling washing over me.  Jen was wearing a
baggy t-shirt and loose shorts, and as she lay out in front of me, she had
shifted and her shorts had pulled to one side.  There, decorated by a light
blonde fuzz, was my aunt's labia and half of her ass completely visible,
three feet away.  This was the first time I had seen a woman so intimately,
at least in the flesh--so to speak.  I knew Jen was unaware of what I saw,
and I felt guilty looking.  At the same time, I was fascinated, and also
aware of the growing erection in my shorts.  I was confused.  Aroused but
confused.

   That is when everything changed.  I felt something inside my head shift.
This woman in front of me was my aunt, but I didn't care.  The movie played
but I did not see a single frame.  I stared, entranced, by her ass and
pussy.  Jen was fit, with large breasts and what some might call a bubble
butt.  Her ass wasn't fat, but it was round, and large.  I shifted in my
seat, uncomfortable with my erection in several ways.  Aside from the need
to keep things hidden, should she turn around, I felt extreme guilt.  Jen
was my aunt.  Sure, I was adopted, but she had been my aunt my whole life.
She used to play checkers with me when I was five, and always let me win.
And now there I sat, dick throbbing, looking at her like I had never seen a
woman like that before.

   Which, to be fair, I had not.

   Jen shifted a little.  I kept looking, and noticing how round her butt
was, how it seemed to consume her shorts bit by bit.  Her ass crack was
clearly defined as her shorts were pulled between her cheeks.  I could
still see her labia, and a tuft of blonde hair.  I looked down and saw that
my leaking dick had made a wet spot through my shorts.  I fidgeted
covertly, trying to hide it with my shirt.  My mind drifted further,
imagining what the rest of her looked like naked.

   "Hey, Will," Jen said, propping herself up on her elbows and looking
back over her shoulder at me.  "Now what?"

   I blinked at her, surprised.  The movie credits were rolling.  I had
stared at Jen's ass for the entire movie, coming up with increasingly
wicked thoughts about her.  Even now my eyes were pulled back to her ass,
and I fought all instinct to maintain eye contact.

   "Let's swim before we go to the hardware store," she said.  "Work can
wait, we have all summer."

   "I guess I'm not slacking if it's your idea," I said.  "Yeah, sounds
good."

   Jen sat up, stretching.  I found myself looking right at her tits,
admonishing myself for being so gross about my aunt.  She stood up and
waited for me.

   "You go ahead," I said, unable to stand up without revealing my
erection. "I'll meet you out there."

   She smiled and left the room.  My eyes followed her swaying ass, and I
waited a full ten seconds before I stood up awkwardly.  I adjusted my
shorts several times, giving up and rushing to my room.  I shut the door
behind me and stripped of my clothes.  As I did a clear strand of precum
dripped onto the floor, followed by another.

   I contemplated jerking off quickly, do ease the tension, but Jen knocked
on my door.

   "Decent?" she chimed through the door.

   "One second," I said.  I frantically pulled on a bathing suit.  I
adjusted my dick as best as I could, hoping the water would take care of my
erection.  Taking a deep breath, I said "come in."

   The door creaked and Jen stepped into the room.  She wore a yellow
bikini, a fairly low, revealing bottom and a top that did not conceal her
breasts very well.  My dick twitched a little and I felt more precum
dripping down the shaft.  For some idiotic reason I opened my mouth and
said something stupid.

   "Wow," I said, realizing immediately that I should have kept my mouth
shut.

   Jen laughed, her tits bouncing, and said, "Well, that was a surprise."

   "I'm sorry," I said immediately.

   "A nice surprise," she added, smiling.  "Let's go."

   I followed her, taking in the sight of her round ass in that bikini. 
She had deep back dimples and about a half inch of her ass crack was
visible over the waist line.  Whatever guilt I had felt earlier was still
there, but was being clubbed to death by a rabid desire to go upstairs and
jerk off the second we were finished swimming.  Yes, she was my aunt, but I
was dying for release.

   "So, tell me," she said, swimming around as I slipped into the water. 
It was cool, and I hoped the temperature change would help my erection. 
"Am I keeping you from doing anything fun?  I don't want to be a burden."

   "I've got nothing planned, and you're never a burden," I said.  "I'll
see my friends plenty."

   "It's nice to have someone to talk to," she admitted.  "The last few
months have been especially rough."

   We swam and chatted, and Jen quizzed me about my friends, what I liked
to do, my dating life.  The latter had little to report, as I had had three
girlfriends of a casual level but was currently single.  As we talked and
swam I stared as much as I could at her body.  I had been around girls my
own age, in similar states of dress, but few had bombshell looks like Jen.
And I was still reeling from the pussy flash earlier in the day.  The water
had helped my erection, but only partway.  I was still getting eyefuls of
Jen, and I was in a semi-rigid state the entire time.

   After a while Jen grabbed a pool float and climbed onto it.  She lay on
her stomach, and the float made her ass stick up.  I noticed, and ended up
staring as much as I could without getting caught.

   "That was nice, what you said earlier," she said.  She sounded tired,
and her face as buried in her arm.

   "What part?" I asked.

   "When you said 'wow'.  That was nice.  I'm nervous about being single
again, in a way.  I haven't been on a date in sixteen years.  It's too soon
to get back into the game, but it's nice to know I still look okay."

   "You look great," I said, using her hidden face as an excuse to stare at
her body.  "Amazing." I cursed myself for saying too much again.

   "You're too sweet," she said.  "If you could see my face, I'm sure I'm
blushing."

   I tried to change the subject, biting my tongue to blurt out anything
else embarrassing.  She looked up at me, and might have caught me checking
out her ass, but she said nothing about it.

   "So, um, Jen, I'm going to get a bite to eat, do you want anything?" I
said as casually as I could.

   "Nah, I'm going to take a nap right here," she said.  "Be lazy, and all
that."

   "Alright," I said, and tore my eyes away from her to step inside.  I
dried off quickly, and headed into the kitchen.  When I was sure I was out
of sight I looked down my bathing suit.  My dick was throbbing, red, and
leaking strands of precum everywhere.  My entire swollen member was slick
with my own arousal, and I touched the throbbing shaft and pulled up a
strand of pre-cum.  I thought about jerking off right then.  I decided to
wait, because with this kind of buildup I was guaranteed an amazing orgasm
later.  Also, I was hungry, and I could only serve one primal urge at a
time.  Priorities, I guess.

   I was finishing up the last embellishment on my sandwich when my phone
rang.  It was Kevin, one of my best friends.

   "Hey," I said, holding my phone with my shoulder while I finished
putting my lunch together.

   "Hey, Will," he said.  "What's going on."

   "Not much," I said.  "Swimming with my Aunt."

   "Oh, that's right," he said, "I forgot she was moving in.  Does she look
like your mom?"

   "Why do you ask?" I said, rolling my eyes as we went down a familiar
road.

   "Because your mom is hot.  Sorry, dude, I know you get tired of us
saying it, but damn, your mom has tits and ass to kill a man.  I'd sell my
soul for one night..."

   "Alright, alright," I said, laughing.  "I get it."

   "So, is your Aunt hot?  Be objective, dude.  You know we all think your
mom is a knockout.  Is she?"

   "Um, sure," I said, looking out the kitchen window.  Jen had moved to a
deck chair, and was laying on her back.  I looked her over, at her tits and
her flat stomach.  "I mean, using your logic, then yes."

   "Cool, I can't wait to come over," Kevin said.  "Your house just got
twice as tempting."

   "Be tempted all you want," I said.  "You're a bit young."

   "Never hurts to dream, man," he said.  "I don't know how you don't walk
around hard all the time."

   "You're a pervert," I said, but looked down at my bathing suit and felt
a pang of guilt.  I was less hard than before, but definitely in a state of
arousal.  Was I any different than Kevin, or any of my friends?  Had I been
desensitized to it over the years, and now Aunt Jen had stirred something
primal in me.

   "Anyway," he said, ignoring my comment, "We're going to the movies
tomorrow, the ten-thirty showing, wanna come?"

   "Yeah," I said.  "Need a ride?"

   "Always," he said with a laugh.  "I'll talk to you later.  Send me a pic
of your Aunt."

   "No!" I said over his laughter.

   "How about your mom, then?" he said.

   "Fuck off, I'll see you tomorrow." I hung up the phone, shaking my head.
I sat down at the kitchen table and felt the uncomfortable wetness of my
bathing suit against my skin.  I could feel my dick soften a little and was
glad for the relief.  I was going to have to masturbate more if I was going
to have these kinds of reactions to Jen.

   I took another bite of my sandwich and looked down to inspect my
semi-rigid dick.  It was no longer leaking pre-cum, but the whole apparatus
was slick.  I ran my fingers around the slick head, noticing how things
were jumping back to life.  A large drop of pre-cum emerged and I spread it
around with my fingers, enjoying the stimulation.

   I jumped as my phone buzzed on the table.  It was Mom.

   "Hey, Mom," I said.

   "Hi," she said.  "Just checking in.  Everything okay?"

   "Yeah, just finishing lunch," I said.  My hand was still on my dick, and
I let go, realizing that I was talking to my mom.

   "How's Jen," she asked.

   "Okay, we were swimming, and now she's taking a nap out back."

   "I hope she put on some sunblock," mom said, and I suddenly realized
that she had not.

   "I better go check on her," I said.

   "Well, I'll be home in an hour.  I've got to be back later tonight, and
I don't have any more people lined up until then.  Go check on her," she
said, and hung up.

   I headed out back.  Sure enough, Jen was laying on her back, asleep, and
her skin was a deep red.

   "Shit," I whispered to myself as I got close.  "Aunt Jen?" I ventured.
She didn't move, so I nudged her gently.

   "Ow," she said with a gasp, sitting up suddenly.  She immediately
realized what had happened.  "Oh god, I'm fried."

   "Come inside," I said, helping her up.  She was still out of sorts from
waking up suddenly, but she also winced from the sunburn.  How long had she
been out there, I wondered.  With a jolt of guilt, I realized that in my
eagerness to see her in a bikini, I had forgotten to offer her any
sunblock. Jen wasn't used to the southern sun; we never went outside
without sunblock.  I had sat inside talking on the phone while she fried.
"Sorry, I should've checked on you."

   "It's ok," she said, wincing again as we got inside.  "I think I'm going
to lay down." Her back and legs were burned red, but even her front had
sustained burned to some extent.  She must had started off on her stomach
and flipped over at some point.

   "Mom's coming home soon," I said, grabbing my phone to text my mom what
happened.

   "Ok," she said, and headed to her room to lie down.

   "How long was she out there?" Mom asked as she looked her over an hour
later.

   "Not sure, not that long," I said.

   "Well, she's so pale, she didn't stand a chance without sunblock," she
said clinically.

   "I'm sorry," I said, looking down.  I felt so guilty about ogling Jen.
Had I not been checking out my own aunt, I would have had a level head. 
Because I had paid my dick more attention, she was laying on the bed, still
in her bikini, red and miserable.

   "Don't beat yourself up," Jen muttered from the bed.  Her face was in
the crook of her elbow and her hair covered her face completely.  "I did
this to myself.  It's like our Mexico trip all over again."

   "We both fried on that one," Mom said.  "I was a junior in high school,
and everyone called me lobster girl for a month.  But I've got something
for this.  Prescription strength, but Will has to pick it up from the
pharmacy," she said.  "When he gets back I'll put this all over you and it
will keep you from getting any more damage.

   I flinched at the word 'damage'.  Mom led me out of the room and fished
through her bag for her prescription pad.

   "I don't get to use this much," she said.  "I'm usually carving people
up.  Now listen, Will, don't beat yourself up.  Just run and get this and
I'll fix her up."

   I was on my way back from the pharmacy when my phone rang.  I put it on
speaker, as we lived in a hands-free phone city.

   "Will, listen," mom said.  "I've got to go back early.  Emergency."

   I knew the drill.  Mom was a highly sought after surgeon, particularly
in emergencies.

   "I'm heading back now.  Can you be a sweetheart and put that lotion on
Jen for me?  I'd do it, but I have to go now."

   "Okay," I said, not really registering what she was asking for a moment.


   Just as it hit me, she added, "Just get it everywhere.  I know I'm
asking a lot of you, but she can't do it herself or she'll miss something."
Then, just to rib me, she added, "I bet you didn't think you'd be rubbing
medicated lotion all over your aunt tonight.  Just watch out, she's a
little forward."

   "Come on, mom," I said, "very funny."

   "Alright," she said, laughing.  "I'll see you later tonight."

   When I got home, Jen was still laying on the bed, but I could see her
face.

   "Um, Mom said I was supposed to help you with this," I said tentatively.

   "Yeah, thanks," she said with a weak smile.  "Sorry."

   "It's fine," I said, setting the large tub of lotion on the bedside
table.  "It's my fault you got burned so badly."

   "It's no one's fault.  But thank you for doing this." She shifted on the
bed and said "will it be easier if you are on the bed?"

   "Maybe," I said.  "I'll try." I got on the bed next to her.  She buried
her head in her elbow again, and I took a good look at her.  My hands
trembled and despite myself I was getting hard.  I cursed myself silently
for my reaction.

   "Just get it everywhere," she said.  "Don't apologize, and don't worry
where your hands end up.  Your mom said to get every bit of red, and about
an inch beyond to get everything." She then reached behind her back and
pulled her bikini top knot.  It came undone and her bikini top fell slack,
revealing the sides of her tits.  My dick throbbed in response.

   "Well, get started," she said gently, settling herself in.  I took the
lotion and opened the lid.  The tub was huge, and I put some of the cool
lotion on my fingers.  I hesitated.  I wasn't sure how much pressure to put
on her sunburn.  And, also, I was about to put my hands on the woman I had
been thinking about all day.  My dick was already hard, and my hands shook
slightly from nerves.

   "Here," she said, reaching back and taking my hand.  Gently she placed
it on the small of her back.  I could feel the heat from her skin as I made
contact.  "Now you don't have to be nervous."

   I was grateful for her intervention, and set to work getting sunblock on
her back.  I started by her shoulders, which has been shielded somewhat by
her hair, and worked over her arms.  She stretched them out, sighing
occasionally but otherwise lying still so I could work.  I returned to her
back, getting her sides as well.  I ventured close to the soft tissue of
her breasts but did not actually make contact.  Flirting with the
boundaries was enough to keep my erection going, and I had to
surreptitiously adjust my erection several times as I worked the tingling
lotion onto her skin.

   "Does this hurt?" I asked at one point.

   "No, only a little, but it hurts even if you don't touch me, so don't
worry about it."

   I moved down her back and stopped just before the small of her back rose
again to meet her ass.  Her butt was sticking up a little, a perfect bikini
clad bubble.  I switched position and got her legs, working from her ankles
upward.  As I moved up her legs she parted them slightly, and then more.  I
worked up her thighs, enjoying myself a little too much, but always staying
away from her inner thighs.  Her legs spread a little more and she spoke.

   "Will, I hate to ask this, but can you get everywhere?  I don't want to
blister.  Here," she said, and reached backward with a wince.  She grabbed
her bikini bottom and pulled upward and then downward.  The effect was
dramatic.  She had pulled much of the fabric into her ass crack, exposing
her ass cheeks, and then she had pulled it down, revealing two inches of
her ass crack.  I stared as her half-exposed butt, my hands trembling.

   "Start with my thighs," she said, spreading her legs wide, so I was able
to kneel between them.  I looked down and sure enough I could see part of
her labia poking out from her bikini on the sides.  Blonde curls of pubic
hair were visible on each side.  Was she aware of how much I could see, and
did she care?  I guessed she was oblivious to the free show I was getting.
"Go ahead," she said.

   Carefully, I put lotion on her thighs, working outside and slowly
cresting the top and working toward her inner thigh.  She flinched once or
twice, either from pain or perhaps it tickled.  As I rubbed lotion her body
moved under my hands, giving me larger and smaller glimpses of her labia. I
was so hard that I could feel pre-cum running down my dick, and I was
worried that my khaki shorts might show through if I wore them much longer.


   "Alright, can you get my butt?" she asked.  I hesitated for a second and
she added, "I'm giving you permission, get everything you can see," she
said, and wiggled her butt slowly.  It was too much.  I crossed to her
other side, away from her face, and adjusted myself.  Sure enough, a wet
spot was forming on my shorts.  I adjusted myself again and pulled my shirt
lower, hoping to hide the evidence.  I put more lotion on my hands, and put
my hands on her ass.  I rested them there for a split second, enjoying the
feel of her bubble butt under my palms, but quickly started applying
lotion. I massaged her ass, and she sighed.  Much of her skin was visible
after she wedged herself, and I marveled at how her ass moved as I massaged
her skin.

   She drifted off to sleep and I kept rubbing her ass.  As I did more
fabric pulled into her ass cheeks, and I never wanted to stop.  It was only
after I heard an "ahem?" that I snapped out of it.  There was mom, in her
scrubs, leaning against the door.

   "Asleep?" Mom whispered.  I nodded.  She beckoned me to come over to
her. I carefully got up, turning around and sliding off the far side of the
bed in order to make sure my shirt was pulled down low.  I hoped to god
that my erection wasn't obvious.  Mom put the lid on the lotion and I
followed her out of the room.

   "That was fast," I said.

   "I've been gone for hours," Mom said.  "Have you been in there the whole
time?"

   I looked down at my watch, and noticed that she was right.

   "Hungry?" she asked.

   "Yeah, are you?"

   She nodded, "That was nice of you, by the way."

   "Oh, it was no big deal," I muttered.

   "Clearly, to have done it for so long," she said, fishing through the
refrigerator.  "Looks like you got an eyeful as well."

   I said nothing, but I could feel my face turning red.  She laughed
quietly.  "I'm just teasing." She pulled out leftover pizza from the night
before.  "Sorry, it's not the greatest dinner."

   "You were busy," I said, pulling plates out.

   "So were you," she joked.  "Put on a bathing suit and come eat this
outside with me." She headed to her room, and I went up to mine.  I peeled
off my clothes, my shorts and boxers coated with pre-cum.  I knew I should
probably jerk off but I didn't want to keep mom waiting.  I had never gone
this aroused for this long without taking action.  I pulled on my suit, and
headed outside.  Mom had changed into her usual one-piece swimsuit, a piece
of pizza on her plate.

   "Jen's going to feel that burn tomorrow," she said as I sat down and
took a piece of pizza.

   "Yeah, it looks bad," I said.  "I should have told her to put on
sunblock."

   "Knowing Jen, she wouldn't have done it anyway," she sighed.  "She flies
by instinct." Mom sat back, taking a bite and looking pensive.  I too was
lost in thought.  My near-constant arousal had sparked some primal
instinct. I was looking at my Mom's tits, straining her bathing suit and
the slight amount of cleavage visible.  I shook my head, trying to clear my
head.  What was I thinking?

   "Everything okay?" she asked.

   "Yeah," I said, trying to maintain eye contact.  She looked at me for a
moment and then took a sip of water before standing up and stretching.  She
had a really flat stomach for her age, and her tits were compressed in her
bathing suit, and I wondered what she'd look like in a bikini, or with
nothing at all.  She turned to go to the water, and my eyes followed her
ass the whole way.  Like Aunt Jen, her butt was firm and round, and just
the right size.  My dick twitched and I wondered what was wrong with me.

   Yes, I was adopted, but wasn't I also her son?  Was I abnormal?  The
answer came to me from deep in my subconscious, bubbling up from the depths
after years of repression.  I was normal, she was an attractive woman to
whom I had no genetic relation.  I loved my mom more than anything, but
there was no reason why I could not objectively enjoy how she looked.  I
told myself this repeatedly as I got up and headed over to the pool.  I
took a running start and jumped over her, landing in a ball and splashing
her.

   She splashed me back and swam off laughing.  I laughed, splashing again,
and we swam for a while and talked.  Our conversation was normal, which was
comforting despite my animalistic urges.  It wasn't until the conversation
turned to Aunt Jen that things got strange.

   "So, that rubdown," she said, pausing.

   "Yeah," I said, blushing and avoiding her eyes.

   "Was that her idea?" she asked.  "The amount of coverage."

   "She said I should get everyway and past the burn as well."

   "She's right," Mom said, musing.  "That's a lot of skin."

   "Well, it was your idea," I said, smirking.

   "True," she agreed.  "But was it weird for you?"

   "A little," I said, and she laughed.  "I mean, at first.  After a while
I got used to it."

   "And she wasn't wearing very much.  I could never pull off a bikini like
that," Mom said.

   "Sure, you could," I said, again cursing myself inside.  I needed a
better filter between my brain and mouth, if my brain was even part of the
equation anymore.  I seemed to be doing my thinking with something else.

   "Very sweet of you, but I doubt it," she said, splashing me.  I splashed
her back, and she laughed and swam away from me, toward the steps.  I swam
after her, grabbing her shoulders and pulling her under with me.  She
laughed as we went down, our bodies pressed together as we play struggled.
I went rigid in terror as I realized that her ass was pressed against me,
and my left hand was accidentally cupping half her breast.  My dick, erect
and throbbing, was pressed against her soft ass.  She too had stopped
moving as we sank to the bottom of the pool.  I let go of her and she swam
to the surface.

   When I broke the surface, she was treading water.  Her face betrayed
nothing, and when she spoke it was nonchalant.

   "It's late," she said, looking at her watch.  "I need to shower and get
some sleep.  Long day tomorrow."

   I nodded, and she splashed me playfully one more time before swimming to
the ladder.  I hesitated, following her out only after she was halfway to
the back door.  I gathered up dinner, throwing away the mess and heading to
my room.  I was naked before I was three steps into my room, and I turned
off the light and fell onto my bed.  I was hard, oozing pre-cum, and dying
for release.  Without hesitation I wrapped my fingers around the shaft of
my dick, using my pre-cum for lubrication as I stroked myself.  I thought
about Jen, her bikini wedged into her ass, my hands all over her, the feel
of her skin against mine.  I was close to coming, and my thoughts suddenly
shifted to Mom's tits in her bathing suit, on how her ass swayed as she
walked, and I came.

   I came more than any other time in my life.  I kept coming, until my
penis finally shrank completely and my heart stopped racing.  I lay there,
letting my cum run down the sides of my body, a thick pool of it covering
my pubic hair.  I was a disaster, my whole body spent, as I drifted off to
sleep, my thoughts a blur.

   Chapter 2

   I woke up late the next morning.  I grabbed my glasses and propped
myself up.  I was covered in dried cum, the telltale signs all over me.  I
sat up and realized with a jolt that in my haste to relieve my tension last
night I had left the door halfway open all night.  I pulled on shorts and
put on a shirt, making sure no dried cum was visible, and looked out the
window.  It was early.  Mom was still on her morning swim, but was getting
out of the water.  I watched, enjoying the view of her cleavage from the
second floor, but as she entered the house I headed down the hall.  Jen's
door was closed, and she was most likely still asleep.  Had mom ventured
down the hall this morning and seen me sleeping naked like that?  If she
had, did she investigate closer and see what looked like an explosion of
cum in my bed?

   As I rounded the corner I saw her coming up the stairs.  The look on her
face seemed to indicate that she had not, and I breathed a sigh of relief.
Of course, there was nothing wrong with masturbation, but I still winced at
the idea of being on display like that all morning.  Mom was drying her
hair with her towel, and she smiled and whispered.

   "Jen still asleep?" she said.

   I nodded, and she nodded back.  She met me at the top of the stairs, and
motioned for me to come with her.  I followed her to her room, stepping
inside and sitting on the edge of her bed as she motioned me to take a
seat.

   "I was thinking about what you said last night," she said.

   "What part?" I asked.

   She bit her lip, pausing.  "You said I could pull off a bikini.  Did you
mean it?"

   "Of course I meant it," I said.  I rarely lied to Mom, and when I did it
was minor, a white lie here and there to keep out of trouble.  But on major
things, I always told her the truth.  "What's holding you back?  I mean, no
offense but I can see most of you in that swimsuit anyway."

   "I'm just wondering if I have the stomach for it," she said. 
"Literally." She paused, looking at me for a moment, and then turned
around. She took her bathing suit straps and pulled them down, sliding the
whole thing down to her waist.  She stopped just past the dimples on her
lower back.  I could see the sides of her tits, and wished there was a
mirror that would show me the front of her.  Slowly, as if she was
preparing herself, she put her hands on her tits, and turned around.

   I stared at my mom.  Her hands covered most of her tits but there was no
way she could contain them like that.  Her bathing suit was bunched up
around her waist, and she stood and looked at me, waiting.  "Well?" she
said, her voice betraying how nervous she was.

   "Definitely, you should go buy a bikini today," I said.  "You look
great."

   She laughed, her tits jiggling in her hand.  She turned to her side,
giving me another view before facing me again.  "You think so?  Or are you
just being nice?"

   "Yes," I said emphatically.  She laughed again and her hands shifted. 
More of her tits spilled out, but she was still covered.  I wanted her to
do anything that would require her to let go.  I don't know why, but my
desire to see her tits blocked out any feelings of weirdness about standing
ten feet from my semi-topless mom.

   "Well, thank you," she said with a small grin.  She turned around and
pulled her suit back up, taking time to stuff her tits back in.  I was a
little sad to see her turn around covered up, but she was beaming at me. 
"Listen, can you do me one more favor?" she asked.

   "Of course," I said.  "What is it?"

   "Well, two favors.  First, I am going to run some errands since I'm not
working until mid-day.  Can you put that lotion on Jen again?  And, second,
don't tell her I just did that."

   "Deal, I won't say a word," I said.  She smiled and walked me to the
door of her room.  She smiled, her eyes sparkling, and she shut the door
behind me.  I walked with a new sense of purpose down the hall.  I didn't
know what was happening, but I liked it.  My dick liked it even more. 
Before knocking on Jen's door I felt pre-cum drip onto my thigh.  I was
only semi-hard, almost like I was waiting for another monster orgasm at the
end of the day.

   "Come in," Jen said when I knocked gently.  I opened the door to find
the shutters open and her room bathed in bright sunlight.  Jen was laying
face down under a white sheet, her bubble butt under an apex of soft
fabric.

   "Mom asked me to put this on you," I said, indicating the tub of
medication.  "If that's fine with you," I added.

   "Of course," she said.  "And thank you for doing it."

   I walked over and picked up the tub.  Jen squirmed on the bed, reaching
behind her and pulling the sheet down.  She was topless, the sides of her
tits visible.  I sat down next to her, and realized that she was completely
naked under the sheet, the top of her ass just visible to me.

   As if reading my mind, she spoke, "The burn hurt too much to wear
anything last night.  I figured you could just put lotion on under the
sheet, if that's okay with you."

   I swallowed and managed to say "okay," without croaking.

   "Unless touching me naked is gross," she said with a smirk as she
settled her head down on the bed.

   "I'll manage, somehow," I said with a fake sigh.  I started to lotion
her back.  Her skin didn't feel as hot as it did the day before, but it
looked like a deeper red.  She winced occasionally, and I apologized and
worked carefully.  I worked lotion into her sides, daring myself to touch
the soft sides of her breasts, but I could not summon the nerve to do it.
The last thing I wanted was for my aunt to get the idea that I was enjoying
myself.  But she was determined the keep up the playful banter.

   "This feels so good," she said with a sigh.  She squirmed a little, her
butt flexing under the covers.

   "So are you going to stay in bed all day?" I asked as I worked down her
back.  I was at the small of her back, slowly working toward her ass.

   "No, but my options are to go around naked or wear this sheet," she
said, smirking again.  "What do you think of my options?"

   "It's up to you," I said.  "I'm just here to help you out."

   "Then I'll have to think about it," she said.  She scooted a little bit,
nudging me to keep moving south.  "Get everything, please."

   "You're naked," I said.

   "Under the sheet, so you won't see anything," she said.  She wiggled her
butt again and I gave in to instinct.  I put more lotion on my hands and
slid them under the sheet.  I couldn't see where the burn ended, so I
rubbed my hands all over her ass.  As I did she spread her legs, pulling
the sheet further down, exposing another inch or two of skin.

   I kept rubbing, feeling up her ass more than anything else, and she let
me.  After a while I moved, pulling the sheet on her legs aside.  Her ass
was still covered, mostly, but I worked lotion all over her legs, then
returned my hands to her ass.  She said nothing as I continued to massage
her ass, occasionally looking at me but most of the time closing her eyes
halfway.  My hand ran down her ass, inches from her pussy, and I wanted
more than anything to cross those last few inches and touch her in the most
intimate way.

   I was lost in my thoughts when I heard my mom in the hallway.  "I'm
going to run some errands." I looked up at her, both of my hands under the
sheet and clearly on her sister's ass.  Mom just waved, making a motion
with her hand to "keep going" and waved.  We heard her leave the house when
Aunt Jen shifted on the bed.  I took my hands off her ass as she pulled the
sheet up her back.  I thought our session was over and found myself
irrationally upset that we were done.  Instead, she rolled onto her back,
keeping her body covered with the sheet.  She winced as her back made
contact with the bed.

   She looked so amazing under the sheet, the shape of her tits and hips
hinted at by the folds and valleys of cotton.  "My front is not as bad as
my back, but I burned there too," she said.  She pulled the sheet so it was
tucked in her arms, and I could see how red she was.  "Can you get my
front, too, including my face?"

   "Um, okay," I said, panicked.  Yes, I had just felt up her ass, but the
front was a whole different level.

   "I could do the front myself," she admitted, "but you do such a good
job, it's very relaxing, like a free massage," she said, laughing.  Her
tits swayed as she laughed, causing my dick to throb.

   I nodded.  I was dumbstruck, in shock over what was happening.  I
started with her shins, moving under the sheet over her thighs.  She spread
her legs a little and I worked her entire thighs, inching closer to her
pussy.  I knew I was close, and I could feel the heat of her skin
radiating, calling me.

   Needing a change, I took some lotion and gently applied it to her face.
She sighed and closed her eyes.  I gently rubbed her forhead, her small
nose, her cheeks that retained their youthful spring.  I worked her neck,
then slowly crossed her collarbones.  I was gently rubbing lotion on the
slow rise that sloped up to her breasts, and she said nothing.  My left
hand ventured a little over to the top of her left tit, still far away from
the main part, when she shifted upward.

   It seemed like a random movement, she had made some already to relieve
her back a little.  The result, this time, was that my hand moved away and
when it returned to its original spot it landed square on her nipple.  My
hand was on her tit.

   "Sorry," she said, "I can't stop fidgeting."

   "I should be apologizing," I said, moving my hand.

   "It's fine," she said.  "No need to feel weird.  You're doing me a real
service." I worked around her breast again and she shifted a second time.
Again my hand was on her tit, and she laughed.  "Okay, that was on
purpose," she said.  "I shouldn't mess with you."

   My hand was on her tit, and I didn't move it.  Instead I moved the other
hand onto her other side, my hands rubbing both of her tits.  Her nipples
were hard under my lotioned palms.  When I pulled away to apply more lotion
to my hands, she waited with eyebrows raised.  I slid my hand under the
sheet directly onto her tits without hesitation.  She sighed, closing her
eyes as I felt up her tits, barely pretending to lotion them.  I didn't
know what was happening, but I wasn't dumb enough to question it.  My last
girlfriend has let me feel her tits, and it was divine, but nothing like
this.  Jen's were bigger, and she was my Aunt--adopted or not--which made
it even more erotic.

   "Will," she said, "as relaxing as this is, can you get my stomach too?"

   "Yeah, of course...sorry," I said.

   "No need to apologize," she said.  I moved past her tits reluctantly,
noting how hard her nipples were under the sheet.  I rubbed more lotion on
my hands and slid them under the side of the sheet.  As I did she sighed,
and I worked slowly downward.  I moved slowly, getting her skin covered,
until I hit where her bikini must have started.

   "Okay," she said softly.  "I think you got everything." I withdrew my
hands, and she sat up, wrapping the sheet around herself.  She took her
hands in mine, holding them up and looking at them.  "I think I am going to
make you my servant," she joked.

   "I prefer masseuse," I said.  She laughed, and slid off the bed, her
sheet wrapped around her body like a makeshift dress.

   "Well, I prefer massage servant, it has a nicer ring," she said.  She
bent down to kiss my forehead, and thanked me.  She turned and walked to
the bathroom, her back showing from an opening in the sheet.  I waited
until she went into the bathroom to look down on the mattress.  I knew I
was aroused, but as I looked down on the mattress and saw a wet spot where
her pussy had been, I knew she had enjoyed her massage a little too much. I
touched the slick fluid, feeling it with my fingers for a second.  I walked
on wobbly legs out the door, my erection uncomfortable and my shorts wet
inside.

   I went downstairs and finally ate, hoping to distract myself a little.
It was a failed effort; I had had my hands all over her bare ass and tits,
and she had gotten wet because of it.  I was so hard, and my thoughts were
racing around Jen, and my mom holding her tits.  I was giving in to
impulse, I knew, but I didn't care.

   When mom came home, Jen came downstairs, wrapped in a sheet.  She winked
at me as she came into the kitchen.  I felt a jolt when I realized she
might still be wet, because I was still hard.  Mom and Jen talked about
some restaurant they were going to try that evening, and I snuck glances at
Jen's sheet-clad body as I planned my own evening with friends.  Eventually
mom went upstairs and Jen sat down painfully on the couch, her sheet
covering most of her as she settled in for what looked like a nap.

   I heard my name being called gently from upstairs so I headed up to see
Mom.  She was in her room, and when I entered she was in the bathroom.  She
called for me to sit on the bed, and I did, and she opened the door and
stepped out slowly.  She was blushing, embarrassed by the very low-rise
bikini she was wearing.  It was not something you'd wear to a public pool,
but we had our own so who cared?  It was black, and barely contained her
tits.

   "What do you think?  Be honest?  Is the one piece better?"

   "Can you turn around?" I asked with a smirk.

   "Pervert," she said, but she did turn around slowly.  I almost died when
I got a view of her ass straining against the triangle of fabric.  She
finished her revolution and put her hands on her hips.  "Well?"

   "You look amazing," I said.

   "Is my butt too big?" she asked, turning again.

   "No!" I blurted out, causing her to laugh.  She ran her hand through her
hair nervously.

   "If you're sure, then I have another one." She stepped into the bathroom
again and emerged with a second bikini.  This one was blue and white
stripped.  The bottom was even smaller.  She set the black bikini on the
counter.  In her other hand she held the straps behind her back untied.

   "Come here, and help me," she said.

   I hesitated.  I didn't want to stand up.  She looked at me and put it
together.

   "Just stand up and come here," she said kindly.  "I don't care, it's a
normal reaction.  Everyone gets them."

   "It's not as obvious when a girl does," I said.

   "Well if it makes it less embarrassing..." she said, letting go of her
bikini straps.  My mouth opened as her top fell to the floor.  I stared at
my mom's tits, awestruck.  They were magnificent, with pert nipples.  They
were bigger than I had imagined, and hung with a firm gravity that made we
want to cup them, to kiss them.  She stood there, chest heaving, her eyes
locked on me as she gestured to her hard nipples.  "See?  It's normal.  Now
stand up and come here."

   I stood up, painfully aware of my erection pitching a tent in my shorts.
I walked over to her, my dick leading the way.  She waited for me, her
hands on her hips, tits on display.  She looked down at my erection just as
I looked at her tits.

   We stood there, her chest heaving and my dick throbbing, for what felt
like forever.  Finally, she laughed.  "This is a little weird."

   "Yeah," I said.  "A little."

   "But not too weird, right?" she asked, searching.

   "I'm not asking you to stop," I said, making her laugh again.

   "I didn't think you would," she said with a smirk.  "Think you've seen
enough?  I've got to shower before Jen and I head out."

   "Yeah," I croaked.  "I guess."

   She stepped forward and gave me a hug.  Her tits pressed against my
shirt as I put my hands around her bare back.  She stepped back, her face
inscrutable, and turned and headed to her bathroom.  She stopped, looking
over her shoulder with her back to me.  She grinned mischievously, and
pulled at the strings of her bikini bottom.  She wiggled and it fell to the
floor, her eyes trailing down to look at before she looked back up at me. I
stared at her ass, my dick throbbing, as she walked into the bathroom and
shut the door behind her.

   I heard the water running and I looked down at the striped bikini bottom
sitting on the floor.  I bent over, on an impulse, and picked it up.  I
left the room quickly, shutting my bedroom door and flopping onto my bed.
Her bikini in hand, I freed my swollen member and began stroking, thinking
about her body, about my hands on her sister.  I came quickly, exploding
into her bikini.  The fabric grew damp and warm in my hand as I soaked it
in cum.  I sat up, cleaning myself off with it and hiding it under my sheet
as my body recovered from the intense climax.

   My mom had just stripped for me.  I had just felt up my aunt.  What the
hell was happening?

   Chapter 3

   I woke up the next morning naked.  I had jerked off three times
throughout the night, each time coming on her bikini bottom.  It was stiff
with my dried cum.  I tossed it lazily toward my laundry basket but missed.
I made a note to pick it up and toss it into the washer as soon as
possible, but when I wandered into the shower, all I could think about was
the events of the day before, and wondering where today would lead.  It
seemed like anything was possible, and as I showered my mind raced.

   My mom had sent a text while I was in the shower, asking me to check on
Jen, and that she was going to work early.  I grinned, pulling on a pair of
shorts and t-shirt, and heading down the hall, all other thoughts driven
from my head.

   As I knocked on her door, I expected Jen to be up and waiting for me. 
She was, her ass covered by a sheet but otherwise naked, the sides of her
tits showing as she lay on her stomach.  She looked over at me and smiled
as I approached.  I sat down on the bed, looking her over.

   "I look terrible," she said.  She was peeling all over, her skin patches
of tan, red, and white.  I picked up the lotion, looking her over again.

   "Flip over," I said gently.  She paused, but I took the sheet and gently
pulled if off of her, exposing her bare ass.  Understanding, she rolled
onto her back, her tits and pussy on display.  She kept a neat bush, not
too small and not overgrown.  She looked at me, saying nothing, acting like
this was completely normal.

   "How bad do I look?" she asked, biting her lip.

   "I'll need to get this everywhere," I said, brandishing the tub of
lotion.  She stretched and adjusted her pillow, her tits jiggling.  I was
about to get to work when she stopped me.

   "Wait," she said gently, putting her hand on mine just as I was about to
put lotion on it.  "I have a request." I was expecting her to put a
stipulation on where I could touch, but she just said, "take off your
clothes.  It's only fair."

   "Fair?" I asked coyly.

   "Yes, fair," she said.  "I'm naked, you're seeing the whole show. 
Besides, I've already seen you naked in the morning.  It's not like I
haven't seen it."

   "Well," I said as I stood up and took off my shirt.  "You haven't seen
it like this." I took off my shorts, my erect dick springing out and
bobbing in the air in front of her.  Her eyes were locked on it as she
leaned back and gestured to her body with her hand.

   "Get to work," she said with a grin, and closed her eyes.  I knelt on
the bed next to her, my dick throbbing as I put lotion on my hands.  At
this stage, I wasn't even sure if the lotion was helping, and I didn't
care. I immediately went for her breasts, massaging lotion into them with
both hands.  I worked slowly, enjoying the feel and sights, moving to get
her shoulders or stomach but always returning to her tits.  I ventured a
little and gently rolled her hard nipple between my fingers.  She kept her
eyes closed but squirmed as I touched her like that.  I kept at it for a
minute or two, then slid my hands down her stomach.  Her breathing deepened
as I traveled downward, finally touching her pubic hair.

   "Roll over," I said gently, taking my hands off her.  She opened her
eyes and gave me a slightly disappointed look, but did as I asked.  I knelt
over her, rubbing her back gently, finally moving to her ass.  As I did she
spread her legs slightly, slowly raising her ass and spreading her legs
more as I massaged her ass.  I could see her pussy, wet, soaking the sheet
she was laying on.  My own pre-cum was dripping off my dick, a long, clear
strand making contact with her ass cheek as I massaged her.

   So far, everything had happened as I hoped it would.  Thinking about how
free she had been with her body, I took a calculated risk.  Failure would
mean unspeakable agony.  Success?  Well it was worth it for that.  I took
my hand, cupping her ass, giving her a gently squeeze.  She said nothing,
and I ran my hand down her ass, between her thighs, and over her pussy.

   I braced myself, ready for her to yell and freak out as my hand slid
over her slick labia and damp pubic hair.  Instead, she moaned, and lifted
her ass higher, spreading her legs more, giving me access.  She moaned
again as my fingers slid back and forth over her labia, coating me with her
wetness.

   I kept rubbing Jen's pussy, feeling light headed as she bucked her hips
back, raising her ass even more.  I took another risk, although I figured
at this point it was almost a sure thing, and slid two fingers into her as
my other hand focused on her clit.

   The effect as almost instantaneous.  Jen grunted, a primal, animal-like
sound, and started thrusting backward, fucking my fingers as I rubbed her
clit.  She thrashed around, like she was in heat, her lust controlling her,
as I fingered and rubbed her.  I hit the upper inside wall of her vagina
and she went wild, her entire body shuddering.

   "Oh fuck," she gasped, and I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers as
she came.  I kept rubbing as she thrashed and bucked and moaned so loudly
that I was glad mom was working.  My hands were slick with her wetness and
her ass jiggled violently as she came.  I sank my fingers deep and rubbed
her clit even faster, and she spread her legs wide and whimpered as her
body thrashed on the bed.  She suddenly blurted out "stop, please stop!"
and I took my hands away quickly, putting them up in the air and feeling
foolish for doing so.

   She rolled over, her face flush and her eyes half closed.  "Sorry," she
said.  "I couldn't take any more...it's been so long, and..."

   Suddenly she pulled me down next to her on the bed.  We were kissing,
our bodies pressed together.  My slick fingers found her ass and tits and
she wrapped her hands around my dick.  Her tongue flicked against mine as
she stroked, her hands soft yet confident in their motion.  I was so
aroused that it took very little to get me off, and I came quickly, panting
as I exploded in her hands.

   Cum shot all over Jen's tits and stomach as she stroked me.  She kept
kissing me, violently, greedily, as she stroked every last bit of cum out
of me.  I ached from all of the orgasms I had over the last few days, but
it was by far the best one yet.  Finally spent, she broke away from me,
laying on her back.  She looked even more beautiful, covered in my semen,
her pussy swollen and pink from getting fingered, her chest heaving.

   "Well," she said.  "That was fun."

   "Yeah," I said.

   "Was it weird?" she asked tentatively.

   "No," I said.  "Surprisingly not."

   "Good," she said.  "Just don't tell my sister." And with that, her hand
resting lazily on a puddle of cum on her stomach, she closed her eyes,
letting me know she wanted to rest.

   I had another text from mom waiting for me when I got to my room.  I sat
down heavily on the bed, my dick dangling between my legs, finally
satiated. Jerking off on my own had only kept things at bay; getting a
handjob from Jen had truly spent my energy in a way I could not have
anticipated.  I supposed to taboo aspect of fingering one's aunt elevated
the experience.  Part of me still did not believe it had happened, despite
all the evidence.

   Mom's text asked me to join her for lunch.  I looked at my watch, and
took my time getting ready.  As I got dressed I thought about Jen, and how
willing she had been.  I felt certain that it would happen, and soon.  I
felt my dick slowly resurrecting just thinking about the possibilities. 
When I left Jen was in her shower, I could hear her singing as the water
ran.  I called out that I was leaving, and headed to meet mom.

   I had been bringing her lunch at the hospital for years.  Everyone
thought it was cute when I was younger, carrying up a lunch for her from
the doctors' suite.  The nurses still thought it was cute, and they all
smiled and waved as I brought two boxed lunches down to her office.  She
was in scrubs, her tennis shoes propped up on her desk.  She looked tired,
but brightened up she saw me.

   "Thanks," she said sweetly, taking the food and setting it on the desk
between us.  I started opening the boxes, and she looked around, nodding at
my food choices.  "All my favorites," she said, smiling.

   "It's the least I could do," I said, feeling mildly guilty that I had
just gotten off with her sister a few hours beforehand.  Mom seemed not to
mind Jen flaunting her body in front of me, and had seen my reaction to it
yesterday, but one had to wonder how free-spirited mom was.

   We ate, making small talk.  Mom had performed three procedures that
morning and had a two-hour break.  She would be working late, and asked me
to look after Jen.

   "I think she was going to visit some friends of hers later," I said.

   "Oh, good.  I don't want you to feel obligated to entertain her.  She's
self-sufficient."

   "Yeah," I said.  "It's not a burden or anything.  I don't mind."

   "Ha," Mom said.  "You don't mind because her tits are practically
hanging out."

   I choked on my drink, and she laughed and apologized.  "Sorry," she
said, "didn't mean to lay that on you like that."

   "It's ok," I said, recovering.  "Besides, you're one to talk.  Yours
were hanging out.  So was your butt."

   "True," she mused, biting her sandwich.  She paused a moment before
taking a drink of her tea and adding, "I was just curious, had you seen
someone naked before?"

   "Only on the internet," I admitted.  "But it was much better in person."

   "Even if it was me?" she asked.

   "Sure," I said, then quickly added, "of course.  You know, my friends
give me grief all the time, they talk about how hot you are."

   "Go on," she said, grinning.

   "Well, just the usual teen brain at work.  Comments.  Your butt is a
favorite topic."

   "A favorite of yours, too," she said.  "You did seem to enjoy it
yesterday."

   "I did," I admitted, blushing.  She smiled, saying nothing for a while.

   We finished lunch, and she sat up.  I started to pack up the boxes but
she stopped me.  "Wait a second, can you help me with a little experiment?"

   "Sure," I said.

   "It's weird," she said, "fair warning." I nodded, and then she sat back
and said, "can you take off your clothes?" I paused, surprised, and she
said, "please."

   It was odd, stripping off my clothes like that, but she had done the
same thing yesterday, and I thought of that while I took off all my
clothes. I paused midway, locking her office door, and then took off my
shorts.  I stood in front of her, completely naked, and she looked at me,
almost clinically.

   "What's the experiment?" I asked, a little nervous.

   "Yesterday," she said, standing up, "you were pretty hard, it was
obvious.  But I didn't know if that was because I was naked, or because you
had just felt up my sister while giving her a massage." She looked at my
semi-flaccid dick, and then slipped the top of her scrubs over her head. 
She had a sports bra on, and she slipped that off, too, her tits making my
dick harden.  She slipped her pants and underwear off in one motion, and
kicked off her shoes and socks.  She was completely naked, two feet from
me.

   She had a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair, and a very fit body.  I
took it all in, greedily, wondering if this was going to be an ongoing
thing with her.  My eyes were all over her but hers were on my dick, which
was rapidly growing and pointing up at her.  Each heartbeat made it throb.
I was fully erect, my head a little light as I looked her over.  She turned
slowly, letting me get a good look at her full ass, then turned to face me.
"So, I can make you hard on my own."

   "Very hard," I said, and she blushed.

   "Really?" she said.  Suddenly her phone buzzed, and she blushed and
walked over to her desk to answer it.  I watched her ass sway as she
walked, but then stopped cold when my eyes ran down and looked at her
scrubs on the floor.  I had expected her to be wearing underwear, and had
paid them no attention as she stripped them off.  But instead of underwear,
she had been wearing a bikini bottom.  The striped one I had borrowed.  I
looked at it as she replied to a text, and I could see my dried cum all
over it.  I remembered throwing it and missing the laundry, but in my haste
to see Jen I had not realized it was gone from my bedroom floor.  Mom had
been wearing a cum-splattered bikini all day.

   "Sorry," she said, setting the phone down.  "They were just letting me
know they are bumping a procedure up, I've got thirty minutes only."

   I took another calculated risk.  I stepped up behind her and pressed
myself against her.  She uttered a gasp of surprised as my dick nestled
into her ass crack, pointing straight up as my hands reached around her. 
My left hand found her tits, while my right hand moved down her stomach. 
She said nothing until I reached her pubic hair.  It was faint, less than a
whisper.  "Do it.  It's been so long," she said, and I slid my hand down
her labia.

   She was soaked.

   Mom leaned her head back on me as I rubbed her clit, my hand already
slick.  My other hand squeezed one tit gently, and I slowly thrust against
her body, fucking her ass crack.  Her ass was so round, and thrusting
against it like that felt like nothing I had ever experienced.  I listened
to her breathing, letting her body dictate the motion of my fingers.  I
worked swiftly, focused on her, thrusting against her ass on instinct.

   "Will," she whispered, "I'm coming." And she sighed softly, her body
tensing up.  I kept rubbing her.  She was controlled, unlike her sister, no
doubt trying to keep quiet to avoid alerting anyone nearby.  Her hand found
my left, and she pressed my hand against her breast as I kept rubbing her
clit.  I gently pinched her nipple, still rubbing her and thrusting against
her.  She came a second time, this time letting out a whimper as her legs
buckled a little.

   She pulled my hand away from her pussy and I kept fucking her ass crack.
She reached down and rubbed herself as I fucked her ass cheeks.  I looked
down and saw the head of my dick disappearing into her soft ass, only to
reappear with each stroke.  I was close to coming, and as her third orgasm
took her I shot cum up her back.  I came hard, each pulse shooting cum up
her back and onto her ass.  I kept going, until I had covered her back and
ass with cum.  I stepped back, my dick slowly softening, as she finished
her orgasm and straightened up.

   Mom reached down and picked up the bikini.  It had become less stiff
from being worn all day.  She turned it inside out, and wiped her back and
butt.  She took her time, cleaning herself off.  Then, to my surprise, she
slipped it back on.  I shuddered, it was so sexy.  She pulled her sports
bra on, and I too got dressed in silence.  When we were both dressed, she
kissed me once on the cheek.

   "I'm sorry, but I have to go get ready."

   "It's ok," I said, "I can clean up the mess from lunch."

   She laughed, "I have to admit, I didn't expect the experiment to work so
well.  I just thought I'd see if I could get you hard."

   "It worked," I said.

   She kissed me once on the cheek, as she had always done.  "Don't tell my
sister about our little adventure, okay?  She's the competitive type."

   "Off to save the world?" I asked as she picked up her phone.

   "You know it," she said.  "See you tonight." And with that, she left,
heading down to the surgical unit.

   to be continued....
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