Chapter 1 - One Rainy Saturday
I realize I am only an insignificant part of a very large crowd, but I have to admit that I am the product of a single parent mom who does quite well by me. She has the help of her sister, Beatrice, and between them I am one pampered child if you want to consider late teens in the child category. To add to these unique circumstances, both my dad and Aunt Bea's husband were casualties of the Vietnam conflict. Much to my misfortune I never met either of these men so yours truly, Roger, was raised from birth by these two lovely and wonderful women. Behind two lovely sets of boobs I had a mother and father, and an aunt and an uncle.
For example, my mom has finally started dating again after all these years, and despite the fact that I am a grown man by any standard she feels better if I spend time with Aunt Bea when she plans to be away overnight. This weekend she and her new boyfriend are going to Aspen for a ski outing. Aunt Bea prefers to refer to the event as a two day fuck fest. They are probably both right in their beliefs.
As luck would have it the weather sucked. It was raining very hard eliminating any activity Aunt Bea and I might consider. I had pulled over an easy chair in front of the bay window in the living room, and was staring into the miserable weather and genuinely feeling sorry for myself.
"Poor baby," the soft sweet voice of my aunt broke the silence, "God must hate you. Why else would he let this happen?"
"That may be true," I said pensively, "but if it were, then I wouldn't have you and mom in my life. I think I'm pretty damned luck if you don't mind saying so."
"Why should I mind, you foolish boy. I agree!" We both laughed at the gist of our conversation. And then my Aunt Bea opened a door to conversation that we all three tried to avoid at all cost. "What can I do, Roger," she said sympathetically, "to make my baby cheer up a little?"
"If I told you honestly what was on my mind, Auntie," I said with some hesitation, "you would toss me out on my butt in this God-awful weather and lock the door."
"Oh really, now," she replied in mock astonishment. "I thought you and I could handle anything that came our way? Come on; spit it out, Mister."
"I can remember back when I was eleven or twelve years old that you and Mom both stopped letting me take baths with you, and I have since figured out why."
"And . . ."
"It was because I was beginning to notice my arousal at the sight of naked women. Considering the two beauties in my life, that shouldn't have been hard to understand at all. My erections were beginning to embarrass both of you. Right?"
"Go on," Bea said softly.
"I was upset at first, but whatever you or Mom said was the law. I stopped having so many erections because my primary incentive had been removed. I did continue to get hard ons like any developing teenager, and finally Mom showed me the proper way to jack off. I liked that a lot, but she stopped helping once she was sure I had developed a technique of my own. To this very day I think back on those days, and what it might have been had you and Mom not shut me out."
"We didn't shut you out, Honey. We were protecting ourselves as much as we were you. Your mom and I have been unattached for quite some time now, baby, and that makes it more difficult to resist any temptation that comes into our lives. Seeing that young tool of yours brought back too many wonderful memories of before the war. It had nothing to do with you."
"So the two of you love still love me?"
"Oh, God, yes!" She had kneeled at my knees as we talked, and with my last question her eyes grew wider.
"Would you do me a favor?" I asked.
"Anything, Roger," she gasped, "just name it."
"For years now I have wondered what your breasts looked like out in the open, so to speak," I said as I paused to gather the nerve to continue. "Would you show them to me? No one is around so it can be our secret. Please," I begged.
"Remember, Roger," Bea said quite soberly, "that I am your aunt and we shouldn't be doing things like this under any circumstances." She spoke softly and evenly, but I also noticed that she had begun to toy with the buttons on her blouse. "That's the aunt side of me speaking, nephew," she said bringing more cheer back into her voice, "but as a woman I would be lying to both of us if I didn't admit that I have had my thoughts about you as well. Especially when I notice the bulge that frequently appears in your pants." She had the top two buttons of her blouse open now, and her cleavage was beginning to appear as was my erection. I could feel my pants leg getting tighter, and I knew she was watching the same thing. Another button gave way. I got harder.
"You know the old saying, don't you, Roger?"
"Which old saying is that?" I asked. The last thing that was on my mind at this moment was some clever old saying from days of yore.
"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Her smile was breathtaking, and so was the view as she loosened the last button and her blouse fell open. She was wearing one of those push-up bras. My eyes focused on two lovely mounds of breasts, and my cock began to throb.
I'm sure the startled look on my face at the sight of her magnificent boobs amused her somewhat. She smiled broadly.
"Aren't you going to show me yours?" She wiggled her titties playfully.
"I'm afraid if I touch it I'll have an accident. I'll be humiliated.
"Nonsense," she huffed. "If you don't have an orgasm somewhere along the line, I'll be the one that is humiliated."
"Your breasts are beautiful, Auntie Bea," I stammered.
