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.
