Chapter 5: What’s with you tonight?

There was no anger in her tone, just sisterly concern. “She’s lonely, Mom. With Dad and Uncle Dave working longer hours and every evening, she misses us. At some point, I think we’ve ignored her, and I feel bad about that. Maybe I should visit her more often, or we could invite her over and include her in our outings.”

She looked into my eyes, the same warmth exuding as my aunt’s as she replied, “That’s a wonderful idea. You’re right, that we’ve been negligent in attending to her needs. That’s very considerate of you, but then I’ve come to cherish that about you. You’re such a wonderful son. So caring and loving.”

She gently placed her palm against the side of my head and pulled me to her bare upper chest, cradling me like she would a child. It was a perfectly normal action for a mother consoling her child, but it was certainly more than that for me, the swell of her breast, exposed from the top of her strapless gown, pressed against my cheek.

The soft feel of her smooth flesh, her perfume, and natural scent flooded my senses, and rather than feeling comfort, I felt excited. When she swayed with the music, my head shifted against her neckline, which caused a gap to open in the material covering her other breast, the one I was within six inches of. My eyes opened wide, staring directly at her smooth, bare tit.

She made no sign of noticing, while my prying eyes explored the top half of her exposed mound. Her deep-chocolate-colored nipple, about the size of a silver dollar, nested atop her breast. It looked like it was swollen, yet it didn’t look hard. Knowing it was the same nipple I’d suckled from as a baby, my prick responded accordingly, thinking of what it’d be like to feed from her again. Thankfully, her fluffy dress and my underwear prevented her from feeling it; otherwise, I feared I’d get a healthy slap.

All too soon, the music diminished, signaling the end of our dance. After they settled the bill and gathered their purses, we quickly departed for home, my mind filled with the visions of my mother’s breast. That evening in bed, I spent an hour punishing my cock to the memories of the evening.

After that, my aunt spent all of her free time with Mom and me. The weekends were once again filled with activities for the three of us, giving Dad and Dave time to relax from their hectic week of work. They welcomed the time to regenerate and encouraged us to exclude them from our outings.

Mom and my aunt fell into a routine to spend their free time together, either playing games or watching TV at one of our houses, or dining out. And, of course, I was dragged into their circle of activities, much to my delight.

One evening, I felt like I was the luckiest guy ever, being blessed with two beautiful women sitting across from me at one of the restaurants we routinely dine at. Mom, with her brunette pixie cut, looked much younger than thirty-six, her natural beauty requiring a minimal amount of makeup. Her large, brown eyes, coupled with her perfect, pearly-white teeth, would cause the entire room to brighten when she smiled.

Her sister, my Aunt Paula, sat near her in the cozy booth and, at thirty-one, matched Mom’s beauty. The dim, yellow lights shone off her shoulder-length, honey blonde hair, her eyes large and the same color of deep brown as Mom’s.

Since Dad and my uncle Dave were still working the swing shift, I’d been volunteered to dine out with their wives, my mother and aunt. It had become a regular occurrence, and since I’d been gifted a three-year-old Honda Accord for my eighteenth birthday, I was deemed to be their chauffeur. I didn’t mind; in fact, I relished being in their company, as I’d become madly in love with both of them. The fact that they were happily married didn’t prevent me from fantasizing about them, even though I feared they’d never share the same feelings I had for them.

“Jimmy!” my mom exclaimed. “What’s with you tonight? You’ve hardly eaten anything, and you’re continuing to stare into space,” I blushed hard, fumbling for words, before deciding to just be honest and hope they’d laugh it off.

“You two are like sirens,” I admitted with a sheepish grin. “I’m completely hooked. I can’t look away.”

Their giggles reminded me of high school girls, and then Mom chimed in, “Such a flatterer. Anyway, we already told you we’d buy, so no need to butter us up. Now eat, before your food cools.”

I resumed my meal, furtively stealing glances at them while they chatted, thinking about the changes that had thrown the three of us together every night. With only a few months left in school, my studies had dwindled to a fraction of what they’d been in the past few years. I’d already decided to enroll at the nearby community college, selecting a program agenda designed to prepare students for an entry-level IT job. I’d worked as a student intern the previous summer at a local company, and loved the environment and the satisfaction of solving network problems; I was hoping to land a remote job sometime in the future.