Summer has always been my favorite season, not only because of the memories from my childhood, but also because of another factor. My mother's younger sister, Cassandra, and her family have always spent vacations with us at my parents' house.
One of these vacations proved to be a turning point in my life. My father and uncle, Aunt Cassandra's husband, had plans to go to a Fall Out Boy concert the day after they arrived at our house. It was in a different state, but they were so excited about it that Mom and Aunt Cass, as we called her, had no trouble with them going.
After they left, it was just me, Mom, Aunt Cass, and my cousin Emma. Because we don't have a guest room, Mom, Aunt Cass, and Emma shared the main bedroom during the holidays, while Dad and uncle slept in the living room, and I had my own room.
We watched TV for a while after dinner, and then everyone went to bed. I went back to my room, but I couldn't sleep because images of my aunt kept flashing through my mind. She was in her 40s, only two years younger than my mother, and she always wore her dirty blonde hair in a bun. I used to watch her tie her hair up, and when she lifted her arms, I could see her clean shaved armpits, which always aroused me. Aunt Cass was only a few inches shorter than me, but she was the same height as my mom.
I've fantasized about her a lot, and I've always wondered what she looks like underneath those sexy clothes. Is her pussy shaved, and what color are her nipples? I've gotten myself off over these kinds of thoughts countless times. I was still awake at 1 a.m. because I was watching a movie on my phone. However, after the movie ended, I removed my headphones and resolved to sleep this time.
The peaceful silence was broken after a few seconds by the creaking sound of a door opening and the soft whimpering of footsteps. The basement door had been opened. Because the basement door was right next to my room, I could clearly hear footsteps as someone walked down the stairs into the basement room.
My curiosity peaked as I wondered what someone would do in the middle of the night in the basement. I couldn't stand it any longer and got out of bed, slowly opening the door to my room without making a sound. I could hear someone talking as I got closer to the basement door. It sounded like mom's voice, and there were giggles and laughs.
My heart was racing as I tried to open the door but it was locked from the inside. Who could it be? I wondered if dad had returned from the concert and was having sex with mom, but the idea was too farfetched because I would have known if they had returned. Is it possible that mom is masturbating? I pondered. The prospect of seeing my mother naked and fingering her pussy had an instantaneous effect on me, and I was hard in a matter of seconds.
There was no way I could sleep now, I reasoned, and I needed to see what she was up to down below. I snuck out the back door and into our backyard with ease. A small window sat near the ground level and looked down into the basement. I could see some light coming from there, but I couldn't see anything clearly because the curtains were drawn.
I noticed a small gap where I could see inside, so I slid the window open as quietly as possible and moved the curtain away from blocking my view. When the view became clear to my eyes, I was astounded to see something I had never expected to see.
The sight of these two stunning women made my jaw drop. My mother and aunt were naked, kissing, squeezing, and licking each other's bodies like I'd never seen before. They didn't appear to be sisters to me; instead, they appeared to be lovers who couldn't take their hands off each other.
As they struggled to control their lusts and attacked each other with wild animalistic passion, I could hear their seductive moans. At the time, I was only wearing boxers and a t-shirt, and watching them ravish each other like that had made my dick so hard that it felt like it was going to rip the fabric of my boxers.
My aunt Cass leaned in close to my mom and kissed her on the lips. It was more like a deep, passionate French kiss than something that sisters would share on a regular basis. When Mom's lips parted, Aunt Cass took advantage of the opportunity and inserted her tongue into her mouth. Their mouths were tightly shut together, and I could see the outline of Aunt Cass's tongue swirling in Mom's mouth; their eyes were closed, and their hands explored each other's bodies.
Aunt Cass moved her hands and grabbed Mom's long blonde hair, stroking the soft, blonde curls with her long fingers. They were softly moaning, completely absorbed in the moment. Mom smiled as she moved her mouth away from Aunt Cass's. She was the one who initiated the kiss this time, and they remained engrossed in their passion, gently kissing and biting each other's lips. I had never seen such a raw passion.
They kissed for a few seconds before splitting. While Aunt Cass stood there, squeezing her breasts, mom went to the cupboard to get a blanket. They sat down together after spreading the blanket on the floor. Aunt Cass was pushed down on the blanket by Mom, who tried to dominate her by putting her on her back. They were both so engrossed in their sexual haze that they couldn't see me.
Mom climbed onto Aunt's body, practically laying on top of her, their boobs pressing against each other and their faces just inches apart. Mom started nibbling on Aunt Cass's bottom lip, licking her neck, kissing her shoulder, and then trailing a series of kisses down her chest, between her tits. Mom took both of her tits in her hands and squeezed them together, suckling both nipples at the same time.
Aunt Cass let out a loud moan as she threw her head back. Mom then focused her tongue on one nipple at a time, making small circles with her tongue around aunt's nipple and gently biting it. Aunt Cass's nipples were pink at first, but as a result of mom's licking, they turned a little reddish, and both nipples became hard and pointy. Mom was massaging one boob while she was busy with the other.
Aunt Cass sighed and opened her eyes, looking down to see her mother staring her in the eyes. Aunt Cass gave her an evil grin before rolling over, putting Mom on her back and herself on top of her. Aunt Cass rubbed her hands all over mom's body except her private area, and she squeezed her sister's soft flesh with such dexterity that it appeared they had been doing this for years.
In the same way that mom had sucked on her own nipples, Aunt Cass sucked on mom's. I'd seen my fair share of lesbian porn, but I'd never seen two women having sex in front of me before. Because this wasn't scripted, their moans weren't fake, and they were truly hungry for each other, it was more arousing than any porn I'd ever seen. After a while, Mom got in control and pushed Aunt Cass on her belly.
