Everyone in this tale is over 18.
My cousin and I had known each other all our lives and in fact had grown up next door to one another. We were great friends and as close as any two brothers could be. Bob was almost one month older than me. We were also competitive in an odd sort of way.
Nearly every year from the time we'd turned ten we would choose some skill we wanted to learn and then set about helping each other to learn it. Swimming, magic tricks, shop skills, electronics, astronomy and so on, not to see who was best, just to help one another do the best we could. Little did we know how much this spirit of cooperation was going to help us.
Our mothers were sisters. They had both gotten married at 18 and 19 in a double wedding ceremony and we were born before they were a year older. Our fathers had been great friends and about three years after getting married had become joint owners of a venture capital company. They quickly hit the jackpot on several ventures.
Our families all moved to a couple of adjoining ten acre lots not far from town. Unfortunately they both died in the same airplane accident when my cousin and I were six years old. Our moms were devoted to us and one another. For these last thirteen years they had been very active in local social and school projects. They also certainly had not been doing anything faintly like dating.
Between the insurance settlements and mostly our fathers' business dealing we were very comfortably and independently well off. As a result more than a few men had come sniffing around for about ten years. Our moms' had seemingly little interest and had sent them all away as kindly as possible.
Bob and I had started college when we were seventeen and last year on our eighteenth birthday had had a long discussion about officially coming of age and what that might mean. Our college was local, just a few minutes away by bicycle. We'd be graduating in another couple of years and were wondering what next.
Not only were we close but really didn't want to move away and leave our moms' both alone in their big houses. We were sure we would miss them and suspected they might really miss us. In the course of talking about all that Bob had spoken up.
"You know Fred we could graduate, find a nice girl, move on, move out and all that get on with our lives stuff but what we've got right now is pretty good. It's a shame there's not some way to keep from drastic changes."
He was right of course but life really doesn't stand still after all. Before I could remark on his wishful thinking he said something that didn't seem to follow at all.
"Fred, what do you think of my mom?"
"Huh?" I replied intelligently.
"You heard me. What do you think of my mom?"
"Well, after my mom she's the nicest, prettiest woman I know."
He replied, "That's what I thought and it's also how I feel about your mom."
"Well, yeah I sort of figured that was the case but so what?"
"So if we both feel enough the same way and agree to it I think I have the most important thing for the two of us to work on for this next year that we ever have but I'm almost afraid to say it out loud. We're 18 now. I mean we've got our hunting licenses. We're old enough now we can try to get any girl we want to notice us if we want to right?"
"You're losing me here Bob. Try saying it a little more plainly will ya?" He took a deep breath.
"Okay, so here it is. We each already know the two nicest, prettiest women around and we actually know them pretty well. Why can't we hunt them? You know, go to the effort to get them to really notice us. See if we can't seduce them. I hope this doesn't creep you out Fred but, well, I've been having the absolute wildest wet dreams about your mom this last week. It's like I'm really seeing her as a woman and I've got to tell you she is the hottest thing going as far as I am concerned. If you feel, or even think you can come to feel, the same way about my mom then getting their attention by our next birthday should be our job this year. If it works we might end up living in different houses but still be just next door."
He got it all out in a rush, took another deep breath and just looked at me, waiting.
Apparently we really were a lot more alike than I'd realized. He was perhaps either braver or maybe just less patient than I. I had been waking up to having cum all over myself this last week as well but it was Aunt Jane in my dreams who had caused it in so many amazing, different ways. Yeah, he was right, I sure could feel the same way about his mom as he did for mine.
The thought that the dream might somehow become reality was exciting. It sounded pretty far fetched but in fact I could feel an erection building just thinking about it.
"Bob this is the best idea you've ever had but I have to disagree with you on one thing. Aunt Jane is the hottest woman I know and I'm getting a boner just saying it out loud."
"Well Fred we're just going to have to agree to disagree on that and I've got something pretty stiff in my shorts right now too."
Now you can call us a couple of simple minded horny young men and you might not be far off the mark but we were also very single minded once we chose something to work on together. Anyway we started in. More yard work with as little on as possible and as obviously as possible to our two targets. We found ways to take them out on picnics and fine dining. We took a hiking and camping vacation in the mountains. We went swimming in the big pool shared by our two homes. We let them know they looked great which was only the truth.
We did everything but parade around naked but what we couldn't seem to do was to get them out on anything but double dates. The four of us were closer than we'd ever been but we still couldn't really tell if we were getting them to notice us as we wanted them too.
Well we were nineteen today. Our mothers would be another year older in a couple of months. Just the four of us for our simple morning birthday party had been nice. We left our mothers beneath the umbrellas by the pool to sip a few cool ones while we stripped down yet again to the briefest of shorts and mowed grass opposite the pool where they lounged.
We waved at them and they waved back as we went off to get the pool cleaning gear together.
The pump for the pool and some of the gear we needed was in a shed beside a hedge near where they were chattering away fairly loudly now. We hadn't meant to be sneaky or any such thing but just as we opened the shed door we caught the topic of their conversation. Us.
I'm blaming all that happened next on them and our yearlong frustration.
Aunt Jane said, "Those boys of ours have really grown into handsome fellow haven't they Mary?"
My mom giggled. Giggled! I'd hardly ever hear her do it quite that way. Then she said, "Handsome? Their hot honey, especially your boy. Oh my, is it warm out here or have I just been watching too much of him pushing that mower back and forth do you think?"
She thought Bob was hot? Had I just heard my mom say that?
"It might be that six pack and a half we just went through", said Aunt Jane.
"Or maybe the two glasses of wine we've finished?" queried my mom.
"No. I've been having the hots for Fred pretty regularly the last few months myself you know so no, it's not that we may be a bit tipsy."
