Ch. 02 Aunt Emma
Mom and I were in Emma's—my aunt and Mom's youngest sister—apartment dining room, sitting across from one another at the square rustic pine dining table. Aunt Emma was in the kitchen, fixing Mom and herself some coffee, and some ginseng tea for me. We were there at my suggestion, after Mom had informed me that of all of her siblings, Aunt Emma had been the most open-minded when it came to my Mom's former career in the adult film industry. In fact, Mom had said, Aunt Emma encouraged it, and even considered doing it herself.
But what had gotten me interested in paying Aunt Emma a visit was hearing that she and Mom had fooled around with each other up until High School, and had made a failed attempt to seduce their older brother, Uncle Greg, during her freshman year of college. She'd been just as fucked up in the head as me and Mom. Getting into her pants was going to be a cakewalk. Anticipation made my cock throb achingly behind my black jeans.
Mom stared at me. Grinning. She was just as anxious to do unspeakable things to Aunt Emma as I was. She'd worn a black tank top, revealing an awful amount of cleavage, and a pair of blue jeans. God she was hot. Looking at her only made me hotter, filling my mind—already cluttered with dirty, nasty thoughts—with memories of me and Mom's first ... encounter. She had snuck up on me while I was masturbating to her old videos online, and had given me a fantastic blow-job, and then finished me off with a tit-fuck. I had finally stuffed her cunt with my dick about a week later. We haven't stopped since. Jack rabbits, us two.
"Tea is ready!" Aunt Emma said in her best Oxford voice, appearing in the dining room. She carried a white china platter with two mugs and a teacup resting atop of it. She and Mom's facial features were so much alike—could almost pass for twins—but that was where the physical similarities ended.
Whereas my mother was a thick, voluptuous woman with long fiery red hair and big green eyes, Aunt Emma was slimmer, her lustrous blond hair trimmed just below the ears, and watched with dark hazel eyes. Like my mother, though, Aunt Emma was naturally well-endowed in the chest department, but she couldn't compare to Mom's 38G tits.
"Why thank you, dear sister," Mom said giggling, her British accent terrible.
Aunt Emma set the platter atop the dining table's clothed surface, skillfully keeping our drinks from sloshing around too much.
"Ginseng tea for the awesome nephew," Aunt Emma said, carefully handing me my steaming beverage. "And two cups of java for the grown-ups." She shot me a look, her eyes smiling.
I had been sipping my tea, and almost choked. "Oh, so I'm not grown-up now?" I said in joking offense.
"Nope," My mother answered into her mug, slurping her coffee.
"But I'm eighteen now!"
"You're still a little boy to me." Aunt Emma and Mom laughed together, and I put on my best pouty face. "See what I mean?"
We all laughed.
Emma finally sat herself down, lifting her mug. "I'm glad that you guys came to visit my place for a change," she said after taking a scalding sip, "I usually have to stop by your house."
"I know!" Mom said. She set her unfinished coffee back on the platter, and Emma's brow quirked up, confusion apparent in her hazel eyes. "We're actually here for a reason, though, sis'."
"Yep," I agreed, sipping my red ginseng. Something stirred in me. Energy. My cock throbbed even harder behind my jeans.
"Uh oh, who died?" Aunt Emma asked, her face serious. She stopped sipping her coffee.
"Zander and I are having sex." Mom practically blurted out, as if telling her sister that it was cloudy outside.
"Say what?" Emma exclaimed, disbelief in her expression ... and ... was that intrigue? It was. So Aunt Emma really was like me and Mom, after all. I felt a bolt of relief shoot through me. "Bullshit, I don't believe you."
"We are," I said while standing. I moved to stand behind Mom, my hands finding her shoulders. "Everyday, almost."
"Mhm," Mom confirmed cheerfully.
