As I was about to get up she grabbed me and held me tight. “Do I make you happy baby?” I could sense the fear and worry in her voice.
“You make me very happy. Where’s this coming from?” I asked as my hand roamed up and down her torso, caressing her softly.
“Good. That thrills me.” Then she tried to shrug off the question. “It’s nothing sweetie.” She tried to get up.
I held her tightly. “I asked you a question. Now answer me.”
I could see the relief on her face as she opened up to me. “I thought about us all day today. I don’t know why it just struck me today, but it did. The fear of losing you to some young thing closer to your age. I can’t tell you how much that fear gripped me.”
I understood her fear. It just brought me back to the reality of our relationship. But then I came back to how much I was growing to love her. That was real. How many people go through their whole life and never experience the depth of intimacy we shared. “I’m not going anywhere. I just told you, I belong to you and you belong to me. I mean that. I don’t want you living in the fear of what might happen. There isn’t a ‘young thing’ out there that I want. I’ve found what I want. I want you. I’ve had my share of ‘young things’. None of them compare to you.” I knew she had that deep-seated need to feel owned and cherished. “You make me more than just happy. I find myself completed in you. So call me selfish. But you’re not going anywhere. Consider yourself owned by me.”
Tears began to run down the sides of her face. “Thank you baby. I’m going to take such good care of you.”
“I know you will. Now get dressed.”
We almost didn’t go out for dinner that evening. After showering and dressing, I went downstairs to wait for her. She came down wearing a navy blue dress that clung to her body, with a neckline that descended to the valley between her breasts. I wanted to rip the dress off her right there and take her.
I walked up to her and wrapped my arms around her, pulling her into my body. “How the hell am I supposed to think about dinner when you look this good?” I whispered in her ear, then sucked it into my mouth, teasing its rim with the tip of my tongue. I felt her body shake.
“Oh fuck!” She moaned softly. She loved it when I took her that way. Then she giggled softly. “I don’t want you thinking about dinner silly. I want you thinking about me.”
She made me chuckle. We had developed an ongoing banter. Our teasing each other had become a part of our foreplay. “I think you need to be punished tonight.” I whispered in her ear, then took it in my mouth, gently shoving my tongue in her ear canal.
Her whole body shook as I held her head tight. “Oh fuck!” She whispered as her body collapsed into mine. “I just need you baby.”
I knew what she needed. I decided to tease her all evening.
The Chinese restaurant aunt chose for us to eat at was an excellent choice. Food was delicious and portions were huge. Half way through dinner mom called me. “Hey mom. How are you?” I answered my phone as quietly as I could. I’ve always hated those people who hold conversations on their phone in public, talking loud enough for the place to hear.
“I’m doing good Ry. I just wanted to let you and sis know that I’m driving down to visit with you and Jean.” Mom replied.
“Sweet! Can’t wait to see you! When are you coming? Is dad coming with you?”
“I’m driving down tomorrow. I’ll probably be there mid-afternoon.” It was about a six hour drive. “No. Your father isn’t coming this time. He’s got work. Plus he’s going on a fishing trip with a couple of his friends this coming weekend. Said he’d be gone for about a week or so.”
I smiled to myself. The only reason she gave me all that needless information was to let me know he wouldn’t be showing up unexpectedly while she was visiting with us. I had just been satisfied by my aunt, yet I found myself getting aroused as I wondered what she was going to do when she got here. “Great! Looking forward to it.” I decided to take the initiative. “You can explain to me in person why you were checking me out all those times you did.”
I could sense her getting defensive and trying to avoid the subject. “I don’t know baby. That’s just the past. I see no value in dredging up the past.”
“I don’t see it as dredging up the past. I just want some clarification. Why me? And what you were thinking? And then there’s this whole scheming with aunt for her to seduce me.”
She was getting agitated. “We’ll talk about it when I see you Ry.”
I laughed softly. “Oh, I think we’ll be doing more than just talking about it.”
“And what is that supposed to mean?” She asked.
I just kept laughing. “We’ll see. Can’t wait to see you mom. Drive safe tomorrow. Love you.” I shoved my phone in my shirt pocket. “When was the last time you and mom played together?” I asked Aunt Jean.
“I don’t remember exactly. I know it’s been over a year.” Jean answered.
I gave her a smile. “I think it’s time the two of you got acquainted again. I know I’ll enjoy watching.”
“Is that all you’ll do? Just watch?”
I laughed. “What do you think?” I could tell something was bothering her. “What’s wrong? Something’s going on in that head of yours.”
She played with her food for a few seconds as she thought about her response. “I think it would be fun and hot if the three of us played together. I know you’re man enough for both of us. But as much as that thought excites me, it also scares me.”
“How so?”
“Before I was scared of losing you to some young thing back at school. Now the thought of your mom joining us…” She paused. “I’m afraid I’ll lose you to her.”
I ate my meal, looking up at her occasionally. “You’re not going to lose me to anyone. Not even my mom.”
She reached across the table and laid her hand on mine. “Baby! You have no idea you’re your mom is like in bed. Your Uncle Bob loved joining in when it was just the three of us. She would drive him insane with pleasure.”
I was amazed at what I was hearing. “And that didn’t bother you? You weren’t jealous?”
“No baby! Your mom and I love each other very much. We’ve shared a lot of things over the years. Even a few cocks. Your uncle being one of them. But the real reason I was never jealous was because I was so secure in your uncle’s ownership of me. I trusted him completely. And I knew he would never betray that trust. So whenever your mom was with us I was perfectly ok with him enjoying her skills and talents.”
“Would you rather I not join in with the two of you when she gets here? You’re more important to me than you realize. I don’t want to ruin what you and I have.” I couldn’t believe I was willing to give up the opportunity to fuck my own mother. But I was. Aunt Jean had opened up a whole new world to me. An exciting, erotic world, and she was at the center of it. As much as I wanted to experience my mom, I realized Aunt Jean was going to be daily and long term. Whereas mom was only going to be the occasional romp.
“Thank you for that baby. But no, I want you to experience your mom. I don’t want to rob you of that. Or you’ll always be wondering what she’s like. Plus, I trust you. I can’t explain it. I know I shouldn’t, this early in our relationship. But I do. Not that I have a choice. You own me now. I’ve given myself to you completely.”
It was my turn to take her hand. “I know you have. And I cherish that gift you’ve given me. Which is why I will always protect it. I’m feeling more and more protective of you. But I won’t deny a desire to experience mom. But not at the expense of hurting you.”
“As long as I know you love me, you won’t hurt me.” Jean smiled at me. “We’ll experience her together. I look forward to getting things started with her.”
“And I look forward to watching that seduction play out. Now let’s go get the groceries you need and get home.”
“What’s the rush baby?” Jean asked giggling.
I laughed. Then I leaned forward so as not to be overheard. “I’ve been staring at those tits of yours all evening. It’s time to get you home so I can fuck them.”
I watched her the whole time we walked through the grocery store. She moved with grace. Yet there was a sensuality about her that not only had my attention, she turned the heads of quite a few men shopping with their wives. One guy’s wife caught him staring. That was fun watching him try to explain what he was doing. Aunt Jean really was candy for the eyes. And the best part of watching her was knowing I could do whatever I wanted with her when we got home.
As we were loading the groceries in the back of the car I decided it would be fun to prime her on the way home. Not that she ever needed priming. It was going to be about a thirty minute drive back home. After I pulled out of the parking lot I reached over and slipped my hand inside her dress and cupped her breast.
Jean shot me a surprised look, that quickly turned to a smile. “Feeling playful baby?”
“A bit.” I replied, never looking at her. I took her nipple between my thumb and index finger, and gently rubbed it, rolling it between them. I got the reaction from her I was expecting.
“Oh fuck baby!” She moaned as her head fell back. “You know how this drives me crazy with need.”
“Yeah, I know.” I replied smiling. I listened as she moaned softly, her body tensing, her fingers digging into her thighs.
“Baby! If you keep doing this you’re going to make me cum.” She said as her eyes stayed closed concentrating on the sensations emanating from her breast.
“No no! You don’t cum until you ask permission and then I grant permission.” I pinched the nipple a little harder, causing her to gasp.
“Oh baby! Please may I cum? Please!”
I laughed. “Well that was quick. NO! You may not cum.”
She bit her lower lip, moaning non-stop. I alternated between pinching the nipple and caressing it with a feathery touch. The whole time her body getting more tense as I drove her towards an orgasm. “Please baby! I need to cum! Please, may I cum?”
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