"No! I don't see why I have to go!" I had been standing in the kitchen, drinking a cup of tea. Mom came in and sat down across from me. I didn't pay attention until the silence grew thick between us. "Look at me Thomas." I lifted my eyes up from my cup and stared at her. "When I had my accident, my sister-in-law came here and took care of me and you. She cooked, cleaned and made sure that I wanted for nothing. She even paid some of my bills when money grew short. She needs help now! And as sure as you're my son, you will do as I ask! You're not so grown, that I won't take down your pants and whip that narrow black ass for you!"
I almost laughed at her. I was now 23, and mom still ruled me. Mom had always used that threat on me, whenever I seemed to get out of hand. And as a kid, she would make that threat come true. But something happened when I was 18 that changed all that. I had come in drunk and knocked over her antique table. Mom was so mad she dragged me into my room.
Before I knew what was happening, she had dragged my pants down, pushed me onto the bed on my face and had started wailing away at my ass with a belt. I had grown into a fairly strong young man. I wasn't so drunk, that I couldn't have rolled away and taken the belt from her.
But I had been taught to respect her and would have lain there even if she wanted to beat me to within an inch of my life. I started crying! It hurt like hell! Then she told me to stand up and face her. I suddenly realized that my dick had become erect and hard. I couldn't let her see me like this. So I just lay there.
Mom grabbed me by my ear. That was something she used to do when I was small, and pulled me up from the bed. When she turned me around, she gasped. Standing before her, my pants down around my ankles, I had a hardon that stood out 8 inches. The head was fat and it was bobbing up and down as the blood pulsed thru it.
Mom stared at it for a few seconds, and then she threw the belt on the floor. "Go take a cold shower!" She turned away and slammed the door on her way out. But that moment in my life stayed with me. I would sometimes fantasize about her doing more than just walking out of my room. Then, I would feel like shit for even thinking of my mom in a sexual way. Sure, she was a real good-looking woman, even then. And she seemed to grow even more beautiful with age. But hey! A guy isn't supposed to stroke his dick, calling out his mom's name. But as ashamed as I am to say it, I did. I did many nights!
I knew that mom was serious about whipping my ass so I laughed. "Ok! You win! I don't think I could take a whipping like the last one you ever gave me. How long do I have to stay?" Mom smiled and reached across the table. Her soft hand stroked my face and I pressed my cheek into her palm, as I closed my eyes. "I'd do anything for you mom. You know that!"
Mom didn't take her hand away. "Would you really, Thomas?" I opened my eyes and looked into her eyes. And I swear I saw a love in her eyes that I didn't see as a young man growing up. "Yes mom, I would!" I swallowed hard and turned my head. That night, I worked myself into a frazzle. And it was mom's face that kept me going strong.
The following week, I was in my car, driving down the Interstate. Seven hours later, I was pulling up into the driveway of Aunt Sarah's house. The house seemed so much smaller than I remembered. As a small kid, it seemed like such a huge house. Aunt Sarah met me at the door.
The bandage on her face made me start. And seeing my reaction caused a look of pain to cross her face. "Hello Thomas! I guess I'm not as beautiful as you used to think I was." I stepped in and gave her a big hug. But the damage had been done. Aunt Sarah kept that hurt look on her face as she led me to the spare bedroom. Aunt Sarah, like mom was a small woman. Both of them were about 5' tall with nice compact bodies that fit their frame well.
I wanted to say something to her. I mean Aunt Sarah was even prettier than mom is. Aunt Sarah is 48, while mom is only 44. Then she was in that accident and her pretty face had been scared. Mom had warned me that Aunt Sarah had started drinking and was growing bitchy. I was supposed to spend two weeks with Aunt Sarah. That would have put me there up until two days before Christmas. Aunt Sarah just stood in the doorway looking at me. She didn't say a word, just turned and walked out of the room. I unpacked and couldn't help feeling like shit.
When I walked downstairs, Aunt Sarah was sitting in her old rocking chair. I was about to open my mouth to speak when I noticed the tears running down her face. I walked over to her and knelt beside her chair. "I'm really sorry for the way I reacted. I guess seeing that bandage across your face startled me for a second."
Aunt Sarah sniffed back tears. "I guess I'm not pretty enough for you to jerk off thinking about anymore, huh? And if that is the way you reacted, I can imagine the way other people will react when they see my scarred up kisser."
I was a bit taken back when she mentioned my jerking off thinking about her. Once, when mom and I had been spending a couple of days with Aunt Sarah, I had caught a glimpse of her naked. That night when I thought everyone was asleep, I lay in my bed thinking about her body. I couldn't help it when my dick began to grow hard. I was lying back on the bed, softly calling out her name, when the door eased open.
Aunt Sarah walked in the room. the light from the hall made her nightgown seem transparent. I quickly pulled my hands away, and tried to cover myself. But Aunt Sarah walked right up to the bed. She pulled back the covers and looked down at me.
"I saw you staring at me when I was getting dressed for bed. I thought that this was what you would be in here doing. It's natural for a young man to have his fantasies about an older woman. Your mom is sleep. Thomas! This must remain our little secret. You must never tell a soul." With that, aunt Sarah took my hand and put it back on my throbbing dick. "Do it slowly Thomas! I want to watch you."
I started to slowly stroke my hard dick. Aunt Sarah sat on the side of the bed and watched me. It didn't take long until I was moaning softly and then a big gob of cum shot from the tip of my dick. Aunt Sarah grabbed some tissues, and wiped me clean. Then she kissed my forehead and told me to get some sleep. Nothing else ever happened between us, but I fucked my hand many a night thinking about the "what ifs".
I looked down at my aunt. She was still the woman that I fantasized about. Even the bandage on her face did not take away from her fantastic body. I felt my dick growing hard. I was standing right in front of her, and even she could see the lump in my pants.
"I still think about that night Aunt Sarah. I have dreamed about you doing more than just watching me. Even now, after all this time, the thought of it gets me hard. You are still a beautiful woman to me. That bandage does not make me think you any less beautiful."
Aunt Sarah looked from my bulging pants up to my face. "Really Thomas? You can stand there and tell me that I don't look hideous to you? That you would still consider me a desirable woman? My face is scarred. No man will want me ever again." She began to cry once more. I knew that I had to do something to prove to her that I still thought her beautiful.
