Incest/Taboo Day by Day

>>Both of you!<< I replied.

I held my phone, eagerly waiting for the next picture, wondering just how far they'd go with each other but nothing happened -- my phone remained silent. I stared at that last picture, concentrating on where my mom had a hold of my aunt's tit, or where my aunt was doing the same to my mom, but nothing new arrived.

With a resigned sigh, I put my phone down and turned back to the film which was fast approaching its predictable, terribly scripted end. Explosions appeared on screen, the bad guy died, the good guy got the girl and the credits rolled.

And then my phone pinged with a new email.

I opened it up and read the one line from my mom:

>>We're out of here to go dancing. Love you lots!! Don't wait up and DON'T jerk off!!<< she'd written.

Attached was a video.

I hit the play icon and saw my mom and my aunt in one of the stalls in the bathroom, mom holding the camera out and at head height, both of them waving and blowing me kisses, but then holding their fingers to their lips. Dimly, in the background, I could hear the sounds of other women in the bathroom. They turned to each other and kissed lightly, smiling back at the phone before kissing again and again, each time with more and more passion, mouths open, tongues sliding back and fore. As the phone dipped down slightly, I caught a glimpse of my aunt's hands rubbing at my mom's tits through her T-shirt, pinching her obviously hard nipples as they made out. The phone steadied again, concentrating on them kissing, mom's free hand sliding round the back of her sister's head, fingers entwined in her thick, black hair. They separated briefly, tongues out, a thin line of spit connecting them before they kissed once more, tongues darting into each other's mouths.

They parted, giving each other tiny little kisses before smiling back at the camera and blowing me a kiss each as the video ended.

I instantly watched it again and a third time. My mom and my aunt were making out for me -- actually, it looked like they were doing it for themselves as well, but they videoed it for me. Despite all the hardcore porn I'd seen, that was quite possibly the hottest fucking thing I had ever watched.

So I watched it again.

Eventually, I headed upstairs to my room. Before crashing out, I uploaded the video from my phone to my PC and watched it over again. Mom had told me not to jerk off, but watching the two bustiest and sexiest women I knew get hot and heavy with each other -- man, I had a tough time not grabbing hold of my dick, I can tell you.

I woke up a couple of hours later -- I'd left a couple of lights on downstairs for mom to be able to see when she got home, and I could hear her moving about and fixing herself a drink of water. I wondered if aunt Laura was with her but realised it was just her. She switched lights off, came upstairs and headed into her bedroom, firmly shutting the door behind her -- I guessed we weren't going to be getting a show tonight.

A minute or two later, though, her door opened and there was a tap at mine.

"Zak, baby? You awake?" she asked quietly.

"Yeah, mom," I said. "Come on in."

The door opened and she stepped inside, holding a glass of water. She'd changed into a long, baggy T-shirt that came down to her thighs but which still did nothing to hide the size of her huge jugs. She dropped down on to the side of the bed and leaned forward, kissing me gently.

"Did you like the video?" she asked.

"God, yeah," I said.

"And you don't mind me making out with your aunt Laura?"

"It was honestly one of the horniest things I've ever seen," I said.

"Mmmmm, good answer," she said, kissing me again, this time slipping her tongue between my lips, letting me do the same with her. "I really missed our movie night tonight," she said, sitting back up, trailing her hand down my chest.

"Me too," I said, watching her hand move further and further down until it reached the sheets that were bunched up at my waist.

"Did you follow my instructions?" she asked. When I looked unsure about what she was referring to, she said "I told you not to jerk off. Did you?" I shook my head. "Good boy," she said.

My mom slowly pulled back the sheets, exposing my already half hard dick which was laying across my hip.

"God, I can't get over how big you are," she said, staring at it as it started to thicken even more. She smiled at me as she slowly and ever so gently ran her finger tips from the base of my dick along its length to the big, bulging head. I sighed as she went back down, her fingers pressing a little more firmly against the hardening flesh. When she reached the base again, she took hold of it, struggling to get her fingers to meet around the girth as she hefted it upright, feeling it pulse in her hand as it reached full hardness. Slowly she pulled her hand up to the top, swirling her fingers around the head before moving back down again.

"Fuck, mom," I gasped. "That feels good."

She smiled at me. "You shouldn't swear in front of your mom," she laughed. She took a big gulp of water, swilling it around her cheeks before swallowing most of it. She then held my cock upright and leaned over it -- for a second I thought she was actually going to blow me -- then slowly let out a thick line of saliva that landed on my knob and was quickly moved around by her hand.

I sighed as I felt her now lubed hand glide up and down my cock, the wet, slick sounds of her hand job filling the room.

"You like that, baby?" she asked.

"God yeah," I said, watching all the while. "Do you, mom?"

"Fuck yes," she said, staring at my prick. "I've been thinking about this big -- fucking -- cock all night," she sighed. "I know it's wrong -- but I spent all day -- fantasising about you -- about us."

"You know it doesn't have to be a fantasy, mom," I said hopefully.

"I know, baby," she said, still stroking my cock. She leaned over and drooled over the head of my prick again, replenishing her spit lube. "But I like taking it slow for now. Is that okay?"

"We go as fast or as slow as you want, mom," I said, gently bucking my hips up, fucking her hand as she held my prick.

"Such a good boy," she said, speeding up her movements, her hand now moving faster up and down my slick cock.

"Mom -- feels good -- not gonna last much longer," I gasped out.

My mom made a pretence of looking around. "I forgot the towel," she said. She let go of my dick and grabbed the bottom of her T-shirt, slowly pulling it up and over her head, exposing her huge tits that, despite their size, still rode firm and high on her chest, the nipples small and rock hard. Mom spread her T-shirt over my chest then took hold of my cock once more as I stared at her tits.

"You like these?" she asked, using her free arm to lift her tits up.

"Fuck yeah," I groaned as she lifted one up, bending her head and sucking at her own nipple. "Uuhnnnnn!" was my reply as my cock lurched in her hand and spewed out a huge stream of jizz that went high before falling on to her T-shirt.

"Do it, baby," mom cried, still holding on to her tit with her free hand. "Cum for mommy!"

And I did. Time and again my prick jumped as she still pumped it, sending thick ropes of cum splattering over her T-shirt which lay over me, covering it in seconds, mom watching wide-eyed as she coaxed out more and more of the creamy fluid.

"God -- you cum so much," she sighed, staring at the mess we'd made, the last of my load running down my cock to slide over her fingers.

"I guess -- I guess that's what you do for me, mom," I gasped.

She let go of my cock and used a dry patch of the T-shirt to wipe my half-hard dick clean before bending over and kissing me gently on the lips.

"Go to sleep now, baby," she said, balling up her T-shirt. "I'll do the washing tomorrow."

WEDNESDAY

Mom slept in late the next day -- she didn't work on a Wednesday or Thursday so could relax at home and recover from the night out with her sister. I was up nice and early though and despite her offer last night, I sorted out the washing -- after all, it was my mess!

About ten, I took her a coffee and she smiled as she woke up to find me sat on her bed, the rich aroma of the coffee filling the room.

"Morning, mom," I said.

"Morning, Zak," she replied. She sipped her coffee a couple of times. "Thanks, I need this."

"Yeah, I figured you might. Why don't you go shower when you're ready and I'll make you breakfast when you come down?"

She reached out and stroked my arm. "You're too good to me," she said.

I kissed the top of her head and left her to get up and use the bathroom while I went to the kitchen to make a start on some food. A little later she came down, her hair still wet, wearing some baggy sweatpants and a matching top that zipped up the front, undone just enough for me to get a look at the start of her cleavage. I made her some fresh coffee and served up her breakfast, sitting at the table as she ate.

"Thank you, baby," she said, pushing her empty plate aside. "That was just what I needed."

We said nothing for a while, just looked at each other.

"So, that was something of a step we took last night," she said. "You know -- actually touching each other."

I laughed. "Actually, it was you touching me," I said.

"Okay, don't be a smartass," she laughed back. "I need to know, though, are you okay with what happened?"

"Seriously, mom?" I asked. "I think the mess I made of your T-shirt was a pretty good indication that I was really okay with it."

She actually blushed at that! "You do cum one hell of a lot," she said with a giggle.

"Yeah, I know," I said, feeling myself blush. "Every girl I've had has complained about that."

"Well you won't be adding me to that list," mom said. "I love a big load and you've got plenty to share," she said with a wink. "Talking of which, I'm going to ask you something now and I want you to be completely honest, okay? Don't say what you think I want to hear, tell me the truth. Promise?"

"Sure, mom."

"Your aunt Laura -- would you fuck her?"

I paused for the merest second. "Only if you're a hundred percent okay with it," I said honestly. "I don't really know what this is we've got going or where it's going to end up but there is no way on Earth I would hurt you by screwing someone else without you being completely okay with it."

Mom reached up and wiped her eye as she teared up a little, waving me back as I got up to hug her.

"No, I'm okay," she said. "It's just your dad said something similar to me years ago and you've obviously got the same sense of decency as he had." She sniffed a little and laughed. "Thankfully you've also got the same cock he had, too."

"Mom, can I ask you something?" She nodded. "You and aunt Laura -- you made out in the video you sent me -- which was awesome, by the way -- but have you and her ever done -- you know? Anything more than that?"

"You mean have I ever fucked my sister?" I nodded. "Lots of times," she said, laughing at my shocked expression. "We've been lovers since we were teenagers, and after I started dating your dad, the three of us became lovers, too. But -- and this is what I mean when I said you reminded me of him -- your dad only agreed to have sex with Laura if I was totally okay with it. After you were born, we carried on but, as you got older we mostly fooled around at Laura's place so you wouldn't get messed up in the head."

"Bit late for that now," I said.

She laughed at that. "Then, after your dad died, we kinda cooled down a bit," she said, a little sad. "So last night was the first time for quite a while -- and it felt real good knowing you'd be watching a little bit of it."

"And I enjoyed watching it," I said. I paused for a second before asking something that was on my mind. "You asked if I'd fuck aunt Laura -- will I get to fuck you, too?"

Mom's eyes went wide and her smile grew. "I've thought about it a lot over the last few days," she said. "It's a hell of a step, though, Zak," she said.

I shrugged. "I'm enjoying what's been happening lately," I said, "so there's no way I want to screw that up. But just so you know where I am, I want to state clearly that I really, really want to have sex with you, mom."

We stared at each other for a while after I admitted that, before the silence was broken by mom's cell phone ringing in the pocket of her sweatpants top.

"Speak of the devil," she said, answering her phone. "Hey Laura, how you doing?" she said.

While mom chatted with her sister, I cleared up the breakfast things before sitting back down, listening to her half of the conversation.

" -- no, he was awake when I got home," she said, obviously referring to me. "Oh, he really enjoyed the video we sent him -- nuh-uh, I told him not to when I sent it -- no, I wanted him to save it for me," she said, staring at me. "I sat on the side of his bed, got him hard -- and then jerked him off -- mm-hmm, had that big, fat cock of his in my hand and jerked him till he came -- and he cums such a lot -- every night for the last few nights and it's always the same huge load -- no, he's sitting right here, listening to me and from the state of his pajamas, getting hard, too -- no, I'm not lying -- want to speak to him?"

Mom handed me the phone.

"Hey, aunt Laura," I said.

"Oh my God, you are there!" my aunt said. "Is your mom telling the truth? Did she jerk you off last night?"

"Sure did," I said with a laugh. "And I loved it."

"Oh that lucky bitch," my aunt said. "You think she'd mind sharing with me?"

"We were talking about that only a few minutes ago," I said. "It might happen."

"Ohhh, I really hope it does," she said. "Anyway, I was actually ringing to speak to you rather than your mom, but about something else," she said, changing tack. "There's a position opened up at the firm. It's only a junior role to start with, admin clerk, some spreadsheet work, that sort of thing, but it's a foot in the door if you're interested? Plus you'd be working with your sexy mom and hot aunt."

"Wow, yeah, that sounds great," I said.

"Okay, I can get you in for an interview tomorrow at noon. Okay with that?"

"Sure -- I mean, wow, thanks, aunt Laura."

"Just come along, look smart, be yourself and you'll be fine. Now, hand me back to your mom, baby, and I'll see you tomorrow. Enjoy whatever your mom has planned for tonight's movie night."

I said goodbye and handed the phone back, Laura obviously telling mom about the interview. When they finished up their conversation, mom smiled at me.

"Go get dressed -- we need to buy you a suit for the interview." She winked at me. "And maybe a little something for me, too."

A couple of hours later we were in the city, mom treating me to a brand new suit, shirt and tie for tomorrow's interview, fussing over me and making sure everything looked good. The guy in the store couldn't take his eyes off mom who looked great in a pair of skin tight jeans and an off the shoulder top that clung to her curves while at the same time making it obvious she wasn't wearing a bra. She flirted with him a little and managed to get a twenty five percent discount on the clothes!

Before heading back to the car mom and I wandered around the mall, picking up a few other bits and pieces before she took us out to a district where smaller, independent shops were set up. I was kinda surprised when she headed to a store called Jay's Sweet Things which, with the window display showing mannequins dressed in stockings, suspenders, basques and bras, was clearly a lingerie shop.

"Are we going in here, mom?" I asked.

"I did say I needed to get a little something for myself," mom replied. We paused outside for a second as mom stood real close and looked up at me with a smile. "It might be worth you not calling me mom while we're inside," she said, pecking me on the cheek. "Just to avoid any awkward questions, okay?"

"Okay -- Denise," I said, calling my mom by her first name for quite possibly the very first time.

Mom frowned, though. "Hmmm. I prefer you calling me mom, if I'm honest, so don't get used to this."

"You got it -- mom," I said before we headed inside.

The shop was cool and low-lit with racks of lingerie of all sorts dotted around -- bras, stockings, suspender belts, corsets, basques, the works -- and I couldn't help myself staring, instantly imagining mom in some of this stuff.

"Hi there, I'm Jay, welcome to my store," the shop owner said as she walked over to us. She had long black hair like mom, deep green eyes and full, sexy lips. She wore a short, tight black dress which did nothing to hide her perfect figure which was topped off by a pair of obviously enhanced breasts that almost spilled from the low-cut neckline, two full orbs with a deep cleavage between them. "What can I help you lovely couple with?"

"I'm looking for a corset," mom said, before indicating her own huge breasts. "I need something that'll keep the girls under control," she said a little quieter.

"Oh, I know exactly what you mean," Jay said, blatantly grabbing her own jugs and giving them a squeeze, her dress almost giving way. "I love these but it can be so difficult to find lingerie that fits." She took mom by the arm and guided her over to one of the displays. "Let's see what we can find for you and your man," she said, indicating that I should follow.

I stood back a bit and watched mom and Jay pick out various things, hold them up to mom's chest and then umm and ahh over whether they were any good for her. They settled on a pink, strapless corset that had hook fasteners running up the front which Jay said would be the right size for mom.

"You could always try it on here," she said. "There are some very spacious fitting rooms in the back if you and your friend want to see how it looks."

Mom looked at me. "No, I think I'll save the viewing till tonight, if that's okay with you Zak?"

"Fine by me, mom -- I mean, Denise," I said without thinking. Our eyes went wide in shock and we turned to Jay who simply smiled.

"Relax," she said. "You'd be surprised how many of my customers have very -- very -- attentive sons. And when I buy something for myself? I always make sure my brother gives me his -- full approval."

"Really?" mom sighed in relief.

"Oh yes," Jay said. "You wouldn't believe some of the things that go on in the those changing rooms. Most of the lingerie the mothers buy needs to be cleaned before it leaves the shop because their sons have -- showered them -- with compliments, if you see what I mean."

Mom looked at me, almost a little embarrassed. "Well, we're not quite at that stage," she said.

"Well maybe you will be after tonight's viewing?" Jay said.

Mom bought the pink corset after that and we headed home, knocking about for the rest of the afternoon until we curled up on the sofa and watched another dreadful film, munching on popcorn as we shouted comments and abuse at the screen. That didn't last long, though, as we were soon making out as hot and heavy as we had on Monday night. I tried to get my hands on her tits but again, mom held me back, though she was more than happy to run her hand over the huge hard-on I was sporting in my jeans.

Once the film finished, she moved back a little and said "I'm going to bed now. Give me ten minutes then maybe you could come in to say goodnight?"

I did as she asked, following her upstairs and going to my room, changing into my pajamas before waiting ten minutes then heading to her bedroom. The door was closed for once so I tapped it and mom called for me to come in.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her long black hair piled up into a bun on top of her head, pink stockings on her legs, a pink G-string covering her pussy and her new pink corset wrapped around her waist. It was a good fit -- Jay in the shop had been right about that -- but it still left the tops of her huge tits exposed, the creamy mounds ballooning out the top.

"Wow, mom," I said. "You look fantastic."

"Thank you, baby," mom said. "Come stand here," she said, pointing in front of her. I walked in, looking around for the towel and finally asking where it was. "You're not going to need that tonight," she said with a devilish smile. She cupped her huge tits and jiggled them slightly. "You like my new corset?" she asked.

"You look great in it, mom," I said.

"And did you like me jerking you off last night?"

"Hell, yeah!"

She looked at the front of my pajamas where my big dick was already pushing the cotton outwards. She beckoned me forward a couple of steps and then pushed down my PJs, my heavy cock swinging free in front of her. She smiled up at me as she took hold of it once more, gently stroking it, feeling it harden in her hand, blood pumping into it so that in moments it was as hard as it had ever been, pointing up at her face.

"Mmmm, you're really big," she said, staring at my cock as she stroked it. She let go of it for a moment and reached over to her night stand, grabbing a bottle of lube. Mom smiled as she poured the cool, clear gel over my big dick, liberally coating it, before using both hands to spread it over my shaft and knob.

"Such a big cock for mommy," she whispered, making my cock lurch at her words. "You like that, Zak? You like me referring to myself as mommy?"

"Yeah," I replied, a little embarrassed. "Sorry if that's weird."

"We're well past weird," she said, still using both hands to stroke my hard-on. "Mommy's jerking you off, after all," she said. She stared at my cock as her lube slickened hands slid up and down it, pre-cum dribbling from the end only to be smeared over it by her fingers. "Plus, I kinda get a kick out of it, too."

"Fuck, mom, that feels so good," I muttered, watching her.

"Mmmmm, I know something that will feel better," she said. "Why don't you reach down and undo the first four hooks on mommy's corset?"

I swear I almost came at the thought of it but somehow managed to reach past her hands -- which never stopped stroking my cock -- and unhooked the top buttons on her new corset. Her huge tits pushed the sides apart but were still trapped by the tight material, forming a deep cleavage.

Mom nudged my hands aside and moved forward, at the same time pulling me towards her, bending my cock a little before the lubed, slippery head slid between her huge, soft tits. Inch after inch slipped between her rack until it hit her chest and moved upwards, the head and first few inches of my cock sticking up out of her cleavage, the rest hidden by her tits.

"Oh my God," I breathed, staring down at my cock as it emerged from between my mom's massive tits. "Oh my fucking God."

"You like that?" mom asked. "You like having your big cock between mommy's titties?"

"Oh God yes," I gasped.

"You know what would feel better?"

"What?"

"If you fucked mommy's tits -- if you moved that huge fucking cock of yours -- back and fore -- between mommy's -- big -- fucking -- tits," she whispered, looking down as I started to move while she spoke.

The tight corset held her mounds in place, allowing me to slide my dick in and out of her cleavage in long, slow strokes, the lube easing the movement, the head of my cock nudging into her throat on the upward strokes.

"Yeah -- that's it, baby -- mmmmm -- fuck mommy's tits," she said, glancing across to the side. I followed her gaze and noticed she'd positioned her mirror on the nightstand, giving both of us a side-on view of the action -- her in her corset and lingerie, me naked, my big cock slipping in and out of her huge tits. "Watch us, baby," mom said, staring at my reflection. "Watch your big cock -- fuck mommy's -- big fucking tits!"

I did -- I alternated between watching the mirror and looking down to see her huge tits moving as my cock slid in and out of her cleavage. I'd seen her fuck herself with a dildo -- seen it close up and had her jerk me off -- but this was the best so far!

"Mom -- can I --?" I gasped.

"What, baby?"

"Can I -- hold your tits?" I asked. Despite everything, she hadn't really let me lay a hand on her but I had to ask.

She smiled, reached up to her corset and quickly unhooked the remaining buttons. With nothing to support them, her big tits fell to the side slightly, releasing my cock.

"Hold mommy's big tits," she said. "Hold them -- and fuck them!" she said.

I took hold of her mounds, loving the weight and heft of them, how they could be so firm and soft at the same time, the small, hard nipples poking into my palms as I pushed them together again, sandwiching my cock between them, rocking my hips as I fucked her tits.

"Do it, baby," mom said, tilting her head back a little, letting me slide my cock in and out of her cleavage. "Fuck mommy's tits -- ahhhhh yeah -- that's what you wanted, isn't it? To have your big cock -- hhunnnnn -- between mommy's tits?"

"God yeah," I gasped, my hands full of her gorgeous mounds, her tit flesh spilling out the sides as they were too big for my hands to contain as I wrapped them around my thick shaft. I fucked her tits, sliding my cock in and out, loving the feel of her soft, warm jugs around my cock.

"Fuck mommy's titties," she moaned, watching in the mirror. "Give mommy that big cock -- mmmmm, yeah -- big cock -- for mommy's -- uuhhnnnn -- big tits."

I could feel my balls tightening as my orgasm neared and I guess mom could judge the signs as well as she looked up at me.

"Are you gonna cum for mommy?" she asked, grinning as I nodded. "Do it, then -- cum all over mommy's huge fucking titties," she sighed.

She reached up and took over holding her tits, letting me grab my cock and jerk it for all I was worth, the big head bulging as it erupted. Rope after rope of thick, white jizz splattered over her round jugs, laying in heavy lines from her neck, over her huge tits and pooling in her cleavage. I groaned, watching as easily the biggest load I'd ever produced -- and God knows I produce a lot! -- showered over my mom's mounds, leaving her glazed in jism.

"Yes! Give it to mommy! Cum all over mommy!" she cried, watching as my dick lurched time and again, coating her in my spunk. "So much fucking cum!" she moaned in delight, pushing her tits together, spreading my jizz all over them.

Finally my cock stopped spurting, the last of my jizz dribbling out from my cock head on to my mom's tits, joining the thick mess I'd left there.

"Jesus," I gasped, shaking my dick to send the last drops away. "Mom -- that was -- that was fucking awesome," I said.

"Thank you, baby," she said. "I don't think I've ever had so much cum on my tits before," she laughed.

"You need me to grab a towel?" I asked her.

She paused for the briefest of moments. "No, I'm good," she said then slowly, staring at me the whole time, lifted her tits higher, bent down and started licking them clean, sucking up my spunk, licking her lips as she swallowed it. When she had everything she could reach, she used her fingers to scrape up my jizz and sucked them clean as I watched.

In no time at all, my dick was rock hard again.

"Mmmmm, you taste good, baby," she said. She pointed at my new hard-on. "Go put that away -- save it for tomorrow night," she said and winked at me.

"Night, mom. I love you," I said, grabbing my PJs and heading back to my room.

"Love you too," she said, still scooping up my jizz with her fingers.

THURSDAY

I slept in a little later the next morning but when I finally got myself down to the kitchen, mom was still there and cooking me a light breakfast of eggs, toast and slices of salmon. I sidled up behind her as she stood at the stove and put my hands gently on her hips, leaning in and kissing her shoulder.

"Mmmm, that feels nice," she said with a smile, though whether she referred to my kiss or my cock I wasn't quite sure -- as I stepped up behind her, she arched her back pushing that perfect, round ass of hers back against my groin. I was only wearing my pajamas while mom wore a pair of lycra short shorts and a matching vest-cum-bra top.

"Thanks for last night, mom," I said. "I really enjoyed it."

"I could tell," she said, turning her head and kissing me lightly on the lips. "I think you really out did yourself on the amount you came."

"I had the best inspiration so far," I said, nodding down towards her big tits -- the top she wore was low cut enough for me to see the start of her cleavage.

"So far?" mom said. "What makes you think you're going to get anything more?" I hesitated for a second, my mouth open, a look of surprise on my face. "Relax," mom said, laughing. She pushed her butt harder into my crotch and my dick swelled. "I'm not done with you yet, young man."

We made out slowly, mom grinding her ass against my rapidly hardening cock. I've mentioned before that over the years I'd heard mom beg dad to fuck her ass countless times -- she was really into anal and now I couldn't help but wonder if at some point I'd be lucky enough to get inside it. The closest I'd come was having one girlfriend agree to try it but chicken out as soon as my big knob touched her rosebud.

"Mmmmm, we should stop," mom said. "You need some breakfast. You've got a big day ahead of you."

I kissed her again then headed over to the table, mom serving up my breakfast once it was cooked. I had my job interview at lunchtime with mom's company so needed to make sure I was ready in plenty of time.

"I'll drop you off," mom said, "then head to the gym. You can get home afterwards okay, can't you?"

"Sure," I said, watching her as she moved around the kitchen, my cock not calming down any. She noticed me watching and started putting on something of a show, bending at the waist to put things away, or stretching up, her lycra top revealing a little bit of underboob.

Once we were both done, I headed upstairs to get ready for the interview and, a while later, mom drove me into the city, parking up outside her firm's building.

"Head into reception and ask for Laura," she said, leaning over and giving me a motherly peck on the cheek -- at the same giving my cock a not at all motherly squeeze. "Relax and be yourself. Good luck, Zak."

When I got inside, the receptionist paged my aunt Laura who came down to greet me with a hug and a peck on the cheek, making the young woman behind the desk laugh.

"You get all the good ones, Laura," she said.

"Relax, he's my nephew," Laura replied. "So hands off."

She took me to the elevator and, once the doors were closed, turned to face me.

"My nephew," she whispered even though it was just us in the lift. "My sexy nephew with the really big cock who likes to shower his mom in cum." She stepped closer. "I really hope your mom will share you with me," she said, her big tits pressing into my arm as she moved even closer. "I'd love to eat your cum off her tits."

My eyes went wide and I could feel my dick growing in my pants.

"Aunt Laura -- " I said just as the elevator pinged and the doors slid open, Laura effortlessly slipping out and beckoning me to follow.

I trailed after her, surreptitiously watching her tight little ass move beneath the skirt she wore, remembering the feel of those big, round tits of her as they'd pressed against my arm. I shook my head -- this wasn't going to help me with the interview.

"Rob?" Laura said as she walked up to a desk where a middle-aged man sat. "This is Zak, Denise's son. He's here for the interview."

"Oh hi," Rob said, standing and shaking my hand.

"I'll leave you to it," Laura said pecking me on the cheek again. "Best of luck. Once you've finished, Rob will give me a ring and I'll come collect you."

As Laura left, Rob indicated the chair in front of his desk and asked me to sit down.

The next hour or so went by in a rush -- Rob was a nice guy who showed me around the office, giving me a run-down of the sort of work he wanted me to do, taking me through the systems and software. As my aunt Laura had said on the phone the day before, it was nothing complicated, just some standard admin stuff but I showed some enthusiasm and asked some questions, making it clear that I was happy to do this stuff and hopefully more.

By the end of the interview, Rob was impressed enough to ask me to start on the following Monday.

"Wow, that's great, thanks, Rob," I said as we shook hands.

"Hey, no problem. You seem like the sort of kid we want here and -- if I'm honest -- just about everyone here likes your mom -- she's a smart, nice woman. If we can help you and her after everything that's happened, even if it's a little, we'd like to." He smiled. "Don't take that as pity -- if you didn't know a spreadsheet from a database, I wouldn't give you the job -- but it's nice to be able to help you guys."

"Thanks," I said. "That means a lot."

"Let me just message your aunt," he said, tapping on his keyboard, then obviously getting a message back. "Yep, she'll meet you in reception -- huh, looks like she's buying you lunch, too," he said, standing up and walking me back through the office. "Laura's great, too -- she's one of our best client managers, you know. We would be lost without her."

As we walked past the desks, I heard someone call my name and turned to see John -- my mom's ex -- half-heartedly waving at me.

"Hey," I said in a friendly enough way, but didn't slow down to talk -- and neither did Rob.

When we got in the elevator and the doors closed, Rob said "John, though -- he's a pain in the ass. Smartest thing your mother did was dumping him." He looked at me. "Hope I'm not speaking out of turn?"

"No, that's cool," I said. "I happen to agree with you."

"Well, whoever your mom's seeing now has really put a smile on her face," Rob said. "This last week, she's been really upbeat."

"Really?" I asked, trying to play it cool.

"Yes sir," Rob said. "Again, don't want to speak out of turn about your mom, but her new guy's clearly making her happy."

I smiled. "Good to know," I said.

The elevator doors opened and Rob walked me out to where my aunt Laura was waiting for me.

"How'd he do?" Laura asked him.

"Unless he changes his mind, we'll see him 9 AM sharp on Monday."

Laura clapped her hands and gave me a quick hug.

"Oh wait," Rob said to me. "I almost forgot. We've got our annual charity ball tomorrow night. It's low key, fancy dress, just a way of letting the staff relax while raising some cash for charity. Why don't you come along? Your mom's got the details."

"Really?"

"Sure, it'll be a nice way for you to meet some of your co-workers. We're all friendly enough but nothing breaks the ice like a fancy dress party and a couple of drinks. Laura? You and Denise are coming, aren't you?"

"I definitely am," my aunt said. "I know Denise has had her hands full most nights this week -- " she said, somehow keeping a straight face " -- but I'm sure she'll come along. What about you, Zak? Want to come tomorrow night with your mom and me?"

Damn, my aunt could be such a tease.

"Sure," I said. "I'd love to come with you pair," I said, trying not to smirk.

"Great, then, we'll see you tomorrow evening, Zak, and then next Monday."

Rob shook my hand again, my aunt Laura took me by the arm and we headed out to lunch.

My aunt took me to a sandwich shop and bought us some food then walked across the street to the park. The day was warm but a little overcast so there weren't a huge number of people in there and we were able to find a secluded spot away from the main pathways. Aunt Laura sat us down and moved as close as she could, her big tits pressing up against my side, just as they had in the elevator.

"Your mom sent me a picture last night," she said, getting her phone from her purse. She found the one she wanted and showed it to me. It was a selfie from my mom, topless, her tits still streaked with lines of my cum, her free hand at her mouth, her tongue licking a long trail of cum from her fingers.

>>Guess what I had for supper?!! LOL!!<< the caption read.

I grinned at aunt Laura.

"I bet you're enjoying fooling around with your mom, aren't you?" she asked me quietly, putting the phone away. "Think you'd enjoy fooling around with your sexy aunt, too?"

"God yes," I said, desperately wanting to kiss her. "But until mom says that's okay," I shrugged. "I'm afraid I'm off limits."

Aunt Laura sighed and moved away slightly. She leaned back, her hands on the grass, her huge tits pointing up at the sky. I expected her blouse to simply explode open at any moment under the strain but it somehow remained closed though the openings between the buttons stretched wide giving me the barest glimpse of her bra-covered tits.

"Yeah, I know the deal," aunt Laura said. "And that's a crying shame." She turned her head to face me. "Because I'd like nothing more than for you to whip out that big cock your mom says you have and let me go to town on it."

We stared at each other, my cock throbbing in my trousers. Despite everything me and my mom had done, she obviously wanted to take things at her own pace -- my aunt Laura, though, was obviously a lot more direct. I had no doubt that if I did just unzip my trousers and get my dick out -- public space or not -- she'd have it down her throat or up her pussy in seconds.

"Sorry aunt Laura," I said. "But there's no way I would risk hurting mom."

My aunt smiled at me. "You are so like your dad," she said proudly. She straightened up and changed tack, asking me about the interview and how things had gone. By the time we finished our lunch, it was almost like our first conversation hadn't happened. We walked back to her office -- soon to be ours -- and she gave me cab fare home, kissing me on the cheek and saying she'd see me the following evening at the fancy dress party.

When I got home, mom was already there -- she'd changed out of her gym clothes and was walking round in a pair of old shorts and a baggy T-shirt. She shouldn't have looked sexy in that get up but somehow she managed it.

She squealed and jumped for joy when I told her I had got the job and started on Monday, giving me a big and very unmotherly kiss, letting me run my hands over her back and her ass for a minute or so. When she asked, I told her about the interview and how it had gone, and also about Rob inviting me to the fancy dress party the following night.

"Hmmm, yeah, I'd kinda forgotten about that," mom said as she led me to the kitchen to fix me a drink -- just a coffee, nothing alcoholic. "Do you want to go?"

"Honestly, I'd rather stay home with you, but as I'm starting the job next week and Rob's kinda expecting me -- I guess I should go."

"Yeah, I guess so," mom said, not really sounding that happy about it. When I asked her what was wrong she said "Well, John's going to be there. It's been awkward enough in the office these last few days -- if we're out drinking, I don't know what he'll say."

"Forget him, mom," I said. "I'll be with you and if he gives you any shit, I'll sort him out."

Mom looked at me and smiled. "My hero," she said without it sounding like a joke. She kissed me on the lips then changed the subject, talking about what we'd eat that evening.

The next couple of hours wandered past -- we ate some food, hung out and just chilled for a while before we ended up on the sofa wondering what to watch for our movie night. Once we'd chosen our film -- a teenagers being menaced by a monster slasher type of thing -- mom paused it at the credits.

"We're going to do something different this evening," she said, standing up. "Up to your room and get changed into your pajamas. Meet me back here in ten minutes."

No sooner said than done, we headed to our bedrooms, I got changed into my PJs and a T-shirt and went back to the sofa. A few minutes later, mom walked into the room and stood in front of me, hands on her hips, a big smile on her face.​