Chapter 2: Who do you fantasize about when you

After handing me a controller, he plopped onto his bed. “Check out the new games and console Mom bought me for my eighteenth birthday,” he said, chuckling. “I’m certain she wants me to remain in my dorm room and not wander out to get harassed.”

Fond memories surfaced as we played together; we’d done this a lot growing up, though with different games. After a few hours, he set his controller on his nightstand and said, “Dang, that was fun. Remember what else we did together?” Unbuckling his belt, he shucked his pants and shorts.

We had experienced pubescence together and had no problem whacking off simultaneously. Although Ken was gay, he’d never made a sexual move toward me. He did admire my larger cock, though, and had always liked watching it while he stroked his. He loved that my mushroom-shaped head was always visible because I was circumcised. By the time I had removed my clothes, he was frantically stroking himself.

His gaze locked onto my cock as I gently pumped it. Did his fantasies center around sucking or fondling my manhood? Mine always revolved around my Mom, and the one I summoned for our impromptu jerk session was no exception. I recalled her luscious legs from breakfast. Pre-cum oozed out my tip, which I used to slather my stalk. My hand effortlessly stroked my slick, aching prick.

Loud knocks snapped me into reality as my aunt yelled, “Kev, Ken! Dinner’s ready.”

Fearing she would enter, I quickly pulled my shorts and pants up. My cousin laughed. “Dude, she knows better than to come into my room when the door is closed. I’m gay, not impotent.”

Sighing with relief, I finished zippering up while Ken dressed. After washing our slimy paws, we made our way to the kitchen. While eating, I suddenly realized how much my aunt resembled Mom. Had they always looked so similar? Her beauty prompted me to use her image in subsequent masturbation sessions.

When I finished dinner, my cousin said, “Kev and I will clean up, Mom. Take your bath, and then we’ll meet you in the living room to talk about this week’s events.”

Even her smile reminded me of Mom. She left for her room, and we took care of the dishes. We hadn’t been on the living room couch watching TV for very long when my aunt returned. She sat down in her favorite chair, just like always. Much to my dismay, her long robe covered her lithe legs. Her calves rested on the ottoman, allowing her feet to hang over the edge.

Glancing away from the action on the screen, I periodically admired her sexy body. Movement caught my eye whenever she crossed her toes. I smiled; Mom did the same thing whenever she watched TV. Ken got off the couch, then kneeled by his mother’s feet and began massaging them.

Her relaxed smile led me to believe this was their normal routine. After a few minutes, Ken insisted, “Kev, come over and help. You can work on her other foot. Mom’s on her feet all day and deserves a good foot rub.”

Not waiting for my aunt’s approval, I quickly positioned myself by my cousin and caressed his mother’s foot. Aunt Kate’s alarmed expression showed she wasn’t used to anyone but her son touching her.

“Kenneth, you shouldn’t make Kevin help with your job. He might find it uncomfortable to be handling my feet.”

“Nonsense,” Ken blurted. “When I stayed at their place, Aunt Kelley never received this kind of attention. He needs to learn how to give his mother a treat. Don’t you want your sister to enjoy the same kind of relief?”

She smiled and chuckled. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to teach him, especially from a master such as yourself.”

It was the first time I had spent any time caressing a woman’s foot, and it was more erotic than I had imagined.

Ken placed his mom’s heel in his palm, supporting most of her leg’s weight with it. Then he instructed, “Kev, you can check how well you’re doing by monitoring her calf muscle.” When he slid his other hand up and down her calf, her foot stiffened in my hand. Was her tense reaction an indication he had not previously stroked her leg? Catching my attention, he indicated I should follow his lead. Only too glad to comply, I enjoyed the smoothness of her skin.

She tensed again as she breathed in deeply. Her flesh was soft and hot, which made me yearn to kiss it. Knowing that would be too much, I contented myself with just stroking my aunt’s leg.

After several minutes of allowing us to grope her curvaceous calves, Aunt Kate pulled back and rose off her chair. “Thanks so much. I’m going to bed now. Ken, tomorrow you get to select our activities for the day. This week is going to be so much fun.”

“Sure, Mom,” my cousin answered. “Good night.”

His look of encouragement prompted me to answer as well. “See you in the morning, Aunt Kate. Sleep well.”

As soon as we made it to our bedroom, my cousin stripped and resumed where he had left off earlier in the day. With the memories of his mother’s legs fresh in my mind, I followed suit immediately and then started stroking my aching prick.

My lustful thoughts were interrupted when Ken asked, “Who do you fantasize about when you’re jacking off?”

Would it bother him if I admitted I was fantasizing about his mother? Probably not but I decided to keep it from him. “It’s a variety of girls I’ve dated in the past. I owe you, actually, since you set me up with a lot of them.”

He grinned. “It was the least I could do as payment for the help you gave me in school. What do you think makes me cum hard?”