Chapter 2: Blue nightie

It felt good to be back in my room. After my first year of attending a university, I returned home for the summer. My name is Sam, and I live with my single mom, Melissa. My dad died more than a dozen years ago. Last year, Mom bought the house we live in, located forty miles from where we used to reside. We moved here right after my eighteenth birthday.

The large house is larger than we required, but it was the best value for the location. I picked one of the bedrooms on the upper floor for my own. We turned the other bedroom on the floor, which shared a bathroom with mine, into a study. Mom’s master suite is situated at the end of a long hallway off the dining room, and the living room overlooks the back of the property. Large windows face the gardens in the backyard, providing a peaceful and quiet atmosphere. A couple of other bedrooms, located along the hallway to Mom’s master suite, were turned into hobby rooms.

Her sister, Rachel, convinced Mom to move here to be closer to her. She divorced her husband three years ago and longed for her sister’s companionship. When my aunt finally convinced Mom to relocate, Mom wasted no time moving here as soon as I graduated. Neither have regretted it and have been inseparable. They have shown no interest in men, preferring to spend their free time together.

Physically similar, they would have no trouble attracting men if they desired. They are brunettes, although my aunt dyed her hair blonde last year. Both have their hair cut short, which frames their beautiful faces perfectly. Mom’s large, deep brown eyes make you feel better immediately when she looks at you. She has long, toned legs, proudly showing them off when wearing short skirts. Her breasts aren’t huge but large enough to sexily push out her tight blouses.

Aunt Rachel’s deep green eyes accent her blonde hair. I thought she was sexy before changing, but her new hair color made her look even better. At twenty-six, she’s eleven years younger than Mom. Her breasts appear bigger than Mom’s, and her luscious legs look similar.

My mood has always been at its best when I’m around either of them. We enjoy working and maintaining our large garden at our new house, treating ourselves to dinner or a movie after a day’s hard work. My aunt lives a few blocks away and routinely walks over to visit us.

Rachel never mentioned the reason for her divorce, but she did obtain the house and a substantial amount of money from the settlement. Mom told me it was due to a dispute concerning children but wouldn’t divulge whether my aunt wanted offspring or he did. Without hearing the true story, but knowing him, I suspected he had an affair.

Our time together, after Dad’s death, cemented our relationship, working and playing together. Mom rented an apartment for me at the university, thinking it would be more comfortable than living in a dorm. I figured it was an incentive to keep me at school, allowing her to develop a romantic relationship. Coming home once a month would give Mom plenty of freedom, but as far as I could tell, she wasn’t dating. After three months, Mom pleaded with me to return home every weekend because she and my aunt missed my company. Gladly accepting her proposal, I changed my schedule according to Mom’s wishes.

My time with Mom and my aunt increased my sexual frustration. When I returned to school on Sunday night, I’d call up one of the girls I regularly cycled through. They didn’t know why they received such a good fucking each time I returned, and I wasn’t honest enough to tell them I was fantasizing they were my mother. I picked girls that looked similar to Mom or Aunt Rachel, avoiding an emotional attachment to any of them. They made it clear they were with me for the sex and didn’t want to get tied down to anyone during school, so I didn’t mind using them to stave off my incestuous lust.

Mom and Rachel remained close, neither dating. They devoted their full attention to me when I returned for the weekends, and I looked forward to being with them through the summer. Jealous men stared at us when we’d go out on the town. My aunt dressed less conservatively, but much to my dismay, neither would go braless.

Eating out proved to be especially difficult as I would sit by Mom with Rachel across from us. She wore a bra, but her dresses showed a lot of cleavage, due to her full, meaty breasts. She often caught me staring at her chest through dinner, not saying anything to my mother. She’d continue talking to Mom while smirking, acknowledging my admiration of her sexy wares.

Mom interrupted my daydreaming, calling me for dinner. She had prepared one of my favorite meals to celebrate my homecoming. While we sat across from each other, I found myself longingly staring at her beauty. She even asked me a couple of times whether I didn’t like my food since I wasn’t eating much. It was hard to break away to eat, but I didn’t want to hurt her feelings in her attempt to please me. Her eyes were like magnets, deep brown and beautiful, a window to her soul.

After finishing, we retired to the living room to discuss our gardening plans. It was the time of year we’d have to do a lot of work to get them in shape for summer. She told me Rachel was anxious to come over and help, which wouldn’t help subdue my aroused state. Unfortunately, I would have to seek a seasonal job to help pay for my escalating education costs. Summer employment would severely limit the time that I could spend with my two favorite ladies.

I was tired after the long trip and went to bed early, putting off job hunting until the next morning. I fell asleep fast, thinking of past images of Mom and my aunt. I woke up earlier than usual and ventured downstairs to the kitchen. Mom still had a daily newspaper delivered, and whenever I was home, we’d share it while eating breakfast. I retrieved it and started to read while waiting for Mom’s arrival.

Mom’s door creaked open, and I heard her faint footsteps patter down the hall. She lightly kissed me on the back of my neck. “Good Morning, Sam. You’re up early.” Her natural scent lingered after her lips burned my flesh.

“Yup. I slept well and wanted to get a jump on looking for a job,” I replied, watching my mother walk around me to the counter. My gaze froze when my eyes set upon her blue nightie, barely covering her full, firm ass. It wasn’t a see-through, but it clung to her tight enough, making it obvious she was nude underneath.