Incest stories: Fitness Model Moms – Part 4
The two sons were having trouble concentrating. Their mothers were wearing their standard tight pajamas shorts and tank tops. But that wasn’t as big a deal as the position Stacey and Trish were locked into on the Twister mat.
They were propping themselves up on their hands and feet, their legs entwined, their crotches right up against each other’s.
“Uh, my stomach,” Bennet spoke up.
“Yeah, indigestion,” Aaron finished his thought. The boys quickly excused themselves, leaving their aunts in a provocative position.
Trish sighed, watching them leave. “Do we keep playing?”
Stacey said nothing; she stared at Trish, and slowly gyrated her hips so her crotch would slide against her sister’s.
“Well?” Trish turned to her.
“One of us has to win,” Stacey said.
“Mmhmm,” she winked at Trish, slowly rubbing against her, knowing exactly how this looked.
“Stacey,” Trish shook her head.
“What?” She kept grinding against Trish. “Someone has to win.”
Stacey smiled, her eyes locked on Trish. Trish stared right back, letting Stacey grind her pajama shorts covered pussy against her own.
After a few intense seconds, Trish broke the position, falling to the mat, “Fine. You win.”
Stacey laughed, pouncing on her sister, squatting, lifting Trish over her shoulder and taking her to her bedroom.
Stacey slammed Trish on the bed, climbing on top of her, Trish’s legs wrapping around Stacey’s waist. “I haven’t slept with you in a long time,” Stacey said, kissing Trish’s cheek.
“I know. You’ve been sleeping with my son.”
“And you’ve been sleeping with mine,” Stacey kissed Trish’s mouth fairly hard.
“Mmmph,” Trish tried to speak. “Get off me,” she said when Stacey ended the kiss.
“Fine,” Stacey rolled over, taking Trish with her. Trish was now straddling her.
“How is it going, by the way?” Trish asked.
“Ok, I guess. I’ve been giving him pecks here and there. He seems to feel a little more comfortable around his secret crush,” Stacey winked.
“Uh huh. So you’re positive they have crushes on their aunts?”
Trish slid off Stacey, resting her head on Stacey’s shoulder. “They aren’t as afraid anymore. They’ve been more talkative, going on about classes, games and so on. They seem a bit more comfortable around women, us.”
“It sucks that we can’t be here for New Year’s though,” Stacey said.
“We’ll be in Hawaii, so that’ll be nice,” Trish said of their upcoming shoot. “I’ll miss our boys.”
“We’ll have a boy there with us,” Stacey said, referring to their coworker Ulysses.
“True,” Trish pulled Stacey’s tank top up, revealing her washboard stomach. She peppered it with kisses, similar to how she’s done to Ulysses in the past.
“Mmm, yeah baby,” Stacey said, lowering her voice as if she were Ulysses. “Now go lower.”
“Ha, you’re silly,” Trish resumed lying against her, this time rubbing Stacey’s tummy. “I don’t really feel like doing anything with Ulysses.”
“Yeah me neither. Your son is, mmm, giving me good loving,” Stacey joked.
“Oh I’m sure,” Trish giggled. “I’d never, you know, be inappropriate, beyond innocent flirting, with Aaron.”
“I know Trish, same here.” Stacey paused, thinking for a moment. “You know since we’ll miss out on New Year’s with them, we should go out on separate dates again. This time someplace very romantic. It’ll be cute.”
Stacey grabbed Trish’s butt, squeezing it playfully.
Trish smiled, snuggling with her sister. “Good idea,”
In Bennet’s room, he used a dirty t-shirt to wipe the semen off his chin. His cock erupted so hard some of it landed on his face. He put his pajamas back on and knocked on Aaron’s door across the hall.
“Hey,” Aaron opened it, having just jacked off too.
“I think it’s time we tell them the truth,” Bennet said. “I think it’s time they know.”
Aaron sighed, looking downward, “What will they do?”
“No idea. But we need to make them promise to keep it a secret.”
“Yes. Maybe we can tell them before their Hawaii trip, so we don’t have to be around them for a while,” Aaron suggested.
Bennet nodded in agreement, heading back to his room. “Good idea.”
Incest stories: Fitness Model Moms – Chapter 8
Christmas Day ended with aunts and nephews on the couch, in each other’s arms, drifting off to sleep as movies played on their big screen TV. The next night would be special, romantic date – a nice evening before Stacey and Trish flew to Hawaii on the morning of the 27th.
Wearing new suits their mothers purchased, Aaron and Bennet waited for their dates. Stacey and Trish arrived wearing new dresses. They weren’t tight like their usual ones, they weren’t quite as sexy either, but had a more elegant, flowery design.
Their nephews smiled politely, extended their arm to their aunts. “Wow, maybe we’ve made progress with these guys after all,” Stacey noted.
“Maybe,” Trish smiled at Aaron, taking his arm. The boys glanced at their mothers, nodding to them.
They went to their own beachside restaurant, a few miles away from the other. Both were Italian and had similar atmospheres – low lit, romantic.
After a lull in the conversation, Trish looked to her nephew Aaron, her hand on his. “I’m very proud of you. The past few months, I’ve seen you open up more around us. I know it’s hard dealing with the opposite sex sometimes, but you’ve come out of your shell and these practice dates have helped. I’m sorry your mom and I have been away a lot of over the years, we are trying to make up for it.”
At Bennet and Stacey’s table a few miles away, she had said some similar, though not as gentle. “Now, you’ll be able to talk to a girl at school, take her out and all that. You’ll have more confidence. If your mom and I had been around more, maybe it would’ve helped. So? You got any lucky ladies in mind?”
Bennet paused, setting his spoon down, taking a sip of tea. He took a deep breath, “Yes.”
“Great! So talk to her!” His aunt encouraged him.
“Listen, Stacey, I appreciate what you and my mom have been doing. But there’s something you need to know,” Bennet said.
“Ah, here it comes,” Stacey placed her hand on her nephew’s. “You have a crush on me, and Aaron on Trish. I get it. It’s totally cool too.”
“No, no,” Bennet shook his head, stopping his aunt from continuing. “We don’t.”
“What?” Stacey couldn’t believe what she was hearing.
They were having a similar conversation at Aaron and Trish’s table. “You can tell me, Aaron. That’s one thing we’ve tried to do, get you to open up more. If there’s a special girl, maybe I can help you, give you advice,” Trish was saying.
“I don’t think that’ll work. I don’t think that’s a good idea. This woman can never know how I feel,” Aaron said.
“Woman?” Trish asked, thinking maybe she was older, perhaps a teacher.
“Yes. I’m in love with her. I have been for a very long time,” Aaron replied.
“I see. Well, if you don’t want to tell me, you don’t have to.”
“I do. I need to get it off my chest.”
Trish nodded, listening intently, her hand on Aaron’s. He paused, taking a sip of water. He sighed heavily. “It’s mom.”
“Your mom?” Stacey asked at their table, having just heard the same thing out of Bennet’s mouth. “What do you mean?”
“It’s her. She’s the one I’ve been head over heels for all this time. She’s the one I love.”
“Right, you mean love her like a son – ”
“No,” Bennet interrupted her. “More than that. In love. Like romantic love.”
Stacey was in shock, unable to speak.
“I’ve never gone out, never tried to get with girls at school, mom has always been on my mind – the only one I’ve wanted. I didn’t care about doing anything else,” Bennet explained.
“I see,” was all Stacey could say, her heart rate speeding.
Trish was having a similar reaction, “So this is why, the house, the chores, why you’ve been so perfect.”
“Yes,” Aaron said. “That woman, my mother.” He closed his eyes. “She’s the one who’s perfect.”
“Bennet,” Trish thought of her own son. “You and him both have been this way. Never going out, never socializing, and always being so sweet to us. He feels the same way about me?”
At Stacey’s table, Bennet nodded “yes” when Stacey asked the same question about Aaron.
“He and I both have been in love with our moms. It’s so stupid,” Bennet shook his head.
“No, I mean,” Stacey paused. “How long have you and him felt this way about us?”
“As long as we can remember. As long as we’ve liked girls, I guess,” Bennet answered.
“Was Aaron, was he,” Stacey had trouble focusing. “You two didn’t seem to care that your moms were hanging out with their nephews. Not their sons. Why?”
Trish had just asked Aaron if he was jealous that Bennet was spending time with his mother, Stacey, instead of him.
“No. Never bothered us. We’ve kept it a secret so long. We know nothing could ever happen, we know we could never be with our mothers like that. So we didn’t care. I love you Aunt Trish, but not like that,” Aaron admitted. “Bennet is the same way about mom. We were never jealous because no one could know how we felt. Until now.”
“So why tell us?” Trish asked.
“Because you two have been spending so much time with us, hoping we’ll be more comfortable around women. The thing is, we don’t want any other women. We’ve only wanted our moms, all these years. We figured it’d be best to tell you so you’d stop wasting your time.”
Trish teared up, “It hasn’t been a waste of time.”
Stacey slowly looked to her nearly finished meal, “So you’ve never been interested, never cared about any of the stuff we’ve been trying to make your more comfortable around?”
“Never,” Bennet answered. “Mom is the reason I didn’t want to go away to college. She’s the reason we don’t go out and why we stay at home. Aaron is like that with you too. He loves it when you get sassy and kinda bossy.”
Stacey smiled weakly, “Yes, I can be.”
Aaron was telling Trish something similar, “Bennet loves your smile, your sweet and gentle ways.”
Both sons sat back, relief watching over them. The aunts suggested they may grow out of it in the years to come. Their nephews told their aunts they might, but probably not. They admitted they’d rather be virgins forever, instead of dating girls, or marry one they didn’t love.
The aunts paid the meal, holding the hands of their nephews as they drove home. They each received a long embrace from their aunts in front of their bedroom door. Stacey and Trish said nothing to one another the rest of the night, showering together, packing a few last minute items, and went to sleep in each other’s arms.
The next morning brought more silence. Aaron and Bennet took them to the airport, they received quick hugs from their moms and they went on their way.
“Do you think they’ll tell each other?” Aaron asked, watching his aunt and mother walk toward the security checkpoint.
“No idea. But honestly, we’ve had this secret for so long, I don’t care if they did,” Bennet replied.