I would like to be able to say that, after the session beside the pool, everything went smoothly. I would like to be able to say that, but that was not the way it went down, at least not with Aunt Julia.
Mom, Aunt Julia and I cleaned up and went out to dinner. Dinner was great. The restaurant was not my cup of tea, an Indian place with curry that would peel paint from a foot away, but the company made the meal. The three of us had gathered in a secluded corner booth. Mom sat between Julia and me. I suppose that should have given me the first indication that the evening was about to spiral out of control.
Julia was constantly trying to call attention to herself during the meal. First, she was only trying to hold Mom's attention, but failing that; she soon began to try to attract the attention of anyone in the immediate area. I suppose Mom and I were so engrossed with each other, that we just didn't notice. Okay, I did notice, but I didn't really care.
I suppose what Mom had thought would be a nice threesome with her son and her sister-in-law really became a rather upsetting love triangle with Mom at the center. Mom loved Julia. I know this very well. Even before they were lovers, Mom had always had a special bond with Dad's wild, entrepreneurial sister. Mom has never told me this, but I can guess that she undoubtedly felt closer to Aunt Julia than she ever did to Dad. And, that was before the sex.
I think Mom reasoned that Julia would understand that I had less than 48 hours left before returning to Randolph, and Mom wanted to spend that time with me as Mom's primary focus. I think also that Mom had brought Julia and me together thinking that Julia and I might enjoy the hot sex, and believe me, I know I did. It was also obvious that Julia got something positive out of it, as well.
The fact of the matter is that jealousy reared its ugly head when Julia entered the picture. Surprisingly, it was not from Mom or me, but from Julia. The same Julia who had suggested Mom seduce me in the first place. Being domme, Julia seemed to expect that, while Mom and I had a thing, Mom belonged to her. Julia never understood that what might be a lifestyle for her was merely a sideline for my Mom.
As to the rest of that evening, let me just say that it circled the bowl. At a nightclub after dinner, Julia got shitfaced---no, not just drunk. She almost got arrested. She staggered onto the dance floor, and threw herself at some jock type who was already with another woman. I had never seen that side of Julia before, and now seeing it, I would have preferred not to know what I know now about the woman who had once been my favorite relative outside of my mother.
We somehow loaded Julia into a cab, and Mom and I headed back to the family home in the 'burbs. Mom was still fuming when we got home. All I got on my way upstairs to bed was a peck on the cheek. It didn't matter, after all that had happened; I needed to get some sleep.
As usual, I slept in the nude when I was home. It was a freedom I did not enjoy at Randolph, for I shared a room in the BEQ with another airman. I did not want to weird the dude out, so I wore boxers to bed there.
Having had a few beers during the evening, I awakened about four needing to relieve myself. As I rolled from bed, I noticed that Mom, sometime after I had dozed off, had joined me in bed. She too was nude, at least from what I could tell. Her large c-cup breasts were exposed and visible from the dim light shining through my bedroom window. I always admired her breasts, even when I was very young. On her tiny frame, they always seemed much bigger.
I started to reach for her but thought better of it. Perhaps, I deduced, she had merely wanted to be close to me. I drew my hand back, and slipped silently from the bed, trying hard not to awaken her.
When I returned from the bathroom, I took care not to disturb Mom, as I crawled back into bed. As she lay there sleeping, I watched her. Never before had I really been in love until that moment. What had occurred the night and day before had been all about sex and need and lust.
Sure, there was a great deal of love involved, but sexual release had been the focus. Just then, I realized that there was much, much more between my mother and me than just a little wild fucking. If that had not been the case, Mom would have awakened me. She would have taken her son anew. Instead, she had slipped in bed to be close to me. The feeling made my heart swell.
I had been gazing down upon her for a few minutes. Just as I was about to roll over and go back to sleep, Mom stirred a little. Her beautiful blue eyes opened slightly, then wider as she saw me looking down at her. They twinkled, as she said, "Hi, baby, I hope you don't mind if Mommy shares your bed tonight."
Reaching down, as I had ached to do as I had watched her sleep, I stroked the side of her face, brushing back her soft, red hair. I replied, "Mother Dear, you are always and forever welcomed in my bed." I smiled down at her.
Mom moved closer, kissing my chin, then brought her lips softly to mine. My lips parted, and her tongue danced daintily over my lips and teeth. Pulling back slowly, Mom's eyes found mine. Looking into my eyes with all seriousness, she said, "I am so sorry about tonight, honey. I don't know what got into Julia."
"She was jealous, Mom," I replied. My head still propped on one hand, the other sliding up and down my mother's side over the sheet covering her.
