Editor's note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.
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Jason lay in bed, procrastinating and putting off starting the day. Summer had passed and the weather was turning cooler. He didn't feel like going to school anyway. Sometimes it didn't seem real that he was in his final year.
"Jason! Get up honey, or you'll be late!" His mother called up the stairs.
Jason sighed to himself and, with a supreme effort, rolled out of bed. He stretched, yawned, and made his way downstairs. His mother, Helen, was in the kitchen, washing up the remnants of her morning smoothie. She was a yoga and meditation instructor, and usually left pretty early for her first class of the day.
"Finally." She smiled at him as he grabbed some bread and put it in the toaster. "I thought I might have to go and pry you out of bed."
"Sorry." Jason mumbled in reply, keeping his eyes downcast. He was finding it more and more difficult to maintain eye contact with his mother lately, especially when she was in her workout gear. He had always known she was beautiful, but the older he got the more his changing regard made him uncomfortable.
Helen was dressed in her standard outfit; full length lycra pants, a dangerously low-cut tank top, and an open jacket over the top. She had a figure that the even the women in her class fifteen years her younger envied; curvy in all the right places, and slim everywhere else. Honey-blonde hair framed a heart-shaped face, hazel eyes, and full lips that were aways turned up in a gentle smile. She'd had Jason young, just out of high school, and to look at her you wouldn't believe that she was a thirty-six year old mother.
"I've got to get going sweetie, make sure you don't dawdle leaving the house!" She said, waiting for his nod of agreement. "I have an evening class, so I won't be back until a bit late tonight. I'll ask Sarah to whip up something for dinner."
At that, she kissed his cheek and gave him a quick hug. Her soft breasts pressed up against his chest in a manner that made him shift uncomfortably, realising to his horror that his cock had twitched in response. Jason and his mother had always been physically affectionate when he was younger, hugging and cuddling up on the couch. He'd been withdrawing from her in the last few years though; his acute awareness of her body was too much.
As she turned to walk briskly out of the kitchen, Jason couldn't help but turn as well to watch her go. His mother wasn't a tall woman, but was perfectly proportioned for her height. The jacket she was wearing didn't cover anything below her waist, and the view of her well toned ass encased in skintight lycra was hypnotic.
"Enjoying the view perve?"
Jason jumped guiltily, and turned to look at the one person that above all others made his life miserable.
His Aunt Sarah was leaning against the doorframe at the other entrance to the kitchen, a smirk at catching him out marring her otherwise attractive face. He had been so engrossed he hadn't even noticed she was there.
"What do you mean?" Jason asked, blushing furiously.
"Please. You were all but drooling over there."
"I was not! You're sick."
"So you have a thing for relatives. Should I be worried?" Sarah laughed scornfully. She put her hand on her side and cocked her hip suggestively, standing in a manner showed off her body to good effect.
Jason looked away, flushing again. He had never come out best in an encounter with his aunt. She always knew how to get to him. This was a new tactic though, and he was furious at himself for giving her more ammunition to use against him. It didn't help that she really was pretty hot, loathe as he was to admit it.
Sarah was more slender than his mother, not as curved. She was also taller, and more tanned. Her features were very similar to her sister's, but her expression was more likely to be set into a look of distaste than a smile. She was still dressed in what she had slept in, and her rumpled clothes showed off a lot of smooth skin.
"Guess that's my answer then." She jeered at Jason. She grabbed the bottom of her top and lifted it above her waist, exposing her toned belly to him. "So who do you prefer, your aunt or your mother?"
"Who'd ever prefer you!" Jason shot back, unthinkingly. He was off balance, with no idea how to deal with this.
"So it's mommy dearest who gets you going." Sarah laughed harshly, triumphant. "I'm relieved, but my poor unfortunate sister. I'll have to decide whether to warn her or not."
Jason stood there fuming. He was pretty sure it was an empty threat; she enjoyed tormenting him too much to lose such a good hold on him. So he stood there, taking her mocking abuse, paying the toll until she felt like she had rubbed it in enough.
She eventually turned to head back to her room, satisfied that she had got the best of him for today. "Have a nice day at school." She called over her shoulder as she left. "You fucking pervert."
Jason kicked a rock on the path as he walked to his school. It had not been a good morning; but then again that wasn't unusual. He usually tried to ignore all the snide comments Sarah directed his way - he'd certainly had enough practice over the years! But she always kept at him until she managed to get under his skin. The look of smug satisfaction on her face when one of her barbs successfully hit always made it worse.
