"Earth to Steve... hello?"
Steven Duxbury never answered. He leaned his head against the window of his mother's Toyota as she drove and stared blankly at telephone poles zipping by against the backdrop of farmland.
"Honey, are you okay?" Catherine Duxbury asked her son as she glanced over at him while she drove.
"Yeah." he grunted, still looking out the window at the endless row of pastures.
Catherine knew when to give her son some space so she decided to not try to coax him into talking. She also knew that the past year hadn't been easy on Steve at all. Within the past 10 months she and his father, David, had divorced, they moved into a new house, and Steve turned eighteen. Being a teenage boy is difficult enough -- without having to deal with the sudden change of his parents' separation and a new house Catherine realized. She felt bad for her son, but hoped that their week-long visit with her sister and brother-in-law might do him some good. Maybe Brad could be a substitute father-figure for him because he certainly needed one she concluded.
"Jenny and Brad are really looking forward to seeing you. It's been a couple of years." she said about a half-hour later, hoping to break the uneasy silence.
"Great." Steve replied.
Now frustrated, Catherine abruptly switched off the radio and looked over at her son. "Steve, I know all these changes have been rough on you. I'm sorry. It's not your fault. But you have to accept things and move on. I'm hoping this trip will be fun for you. Besides, my little sister is turning thirty in a few days and I really want to have some fun too. This past year hasn't been a picnic for me either, you know? Lighten-up a little and have some fun, please." she smiled at her son, hoping to soften he tone of her comments and gave his thigh a gentle squeeze.
Steve saw the pleading look on his mother's face and felt guilty. She looked sad and tired. He gave her a warm smile and nodded. "Okay, mom, I will." he said.
"Thanks, honey. I love you, you know. You're the number one man in my life now." his mother told him.
Steve gave his mother an embarrassed smile and stared at the road ahead of them -- wondering what the future would bring.
"It's great to see you again, Steve." Brad Richmond said as he gave his nephew a quick hug and smiled.
"Thanks. It's good to see you guys again too." Steve replied as he looked around the kitchen where they were all gathered.
"God... look at you." his Aunt Jenny said as she held him by the shoulders and ran her eyes over his muscular body "You've grown into a handsome young man!" She playfully ran her fingers through his thick honey-blond hair and stared into his brown eyes.
Steve blushed and smiled as he looked into his aunt's sapphire eyes as they met his. Her black hair fell around her shoulders and Steve lowered his gaze further down to the pink button-up sweater that she was wearing. The sweater looked a size too small for her, and her full breasts pushed out from under it, straining the buttons. Steve felt his cock harden. He looked back up at his aunt's face again and her eyes met his as she smirked.
"Yes, they're real." she whispered into his ear as she pulled him to her and gave him a warm hug.
Jenny's firm breasts pressed into Steve's chest and he felt her hand caress his back as she slipped a thigh between his legs to brush against the growing bulge in his jeans.
Feeling awkward and hoping his aunt hadn't noticed his erection Steve broke their embrace and turned to see his mother watching from a few yards away as she nursed a glass of wine that Brad had given her. She had an amused smile on her face as she watched her sister walk over to the fridge.
"Watch out for Jenny -- she's a minx. Have fun, but be careful." his mother whispered into his ear as she sidled up to him then walked away.
Steve nodded, feeling his face getting warmer. His mother's comment confused him though and he pondered it's meaning as he watched her talking with his aunt at the kitchen table.
"You guys must be hungry. Would you like something to eat?" Brad offered.
Catherine shook her head as she brought her wine glass from her mouth. "I'm fine, thanks. We stopped at a Wendy's for some chili a while ago."
"Steve, how about you?"
"No, thanks, Uncle Brad. I'm still full." he replied.
"How about I show you where you'll be staying, Steve." his aunt said, setting her glass on the table and getting up. "It's right up here."
Steve grabbed his suitcase from the sofa as they passed through the living room and followed his aunt upstairs. He stared at her firm round ass under the tight black skirt she was wearing as she walked. With each step she ascended he could make out the curve of it and he wondered if it was as firm as it looked. When they were nearly at the top of the stairs his aunt looked back and smiled at him as he stared up at her. "I hope you're enjoying the view." she said.
Jenny led Steve to a small room at the end of the hall next to the bathroom. She opened the door and walked inside, drawing the curtains open then stood next to a small neatly made bed.
"It's not fancy, but I hope you'll be comfortable. Let me know if there's anything you can't find. I put towels and face cloths over on the bureau." she told him as she motioned with her head.
"Thanks, Aunt Jenny, this will be great." he assured her as he threw his suitcase on the bed.
Jenny stepped to her nephew and slid her arms around his waist, pulling him so close that he could feel her breasts pressing into his chest. He squirmed slightly and felt the growing lump in his jeans rub over the pliant swell of her stomach. His aunt smiled as she glanced down between them and tugged at his hips, rubbing herself against him.
"Happy to see me, are you?" she said in a playful tone.
Steve never answered, but gave her a forced smile, feeling very nervous.
"It's okay, sweetie." she said as she ran a hand down his muscled chest "No one else has to know. This will be just between you and me, I promise, okay?" Jenny could feel herself getting wet and she pressed herself into her nephew's thigh.
"Okay." he replied with a quick nod, still scared of getting into trouble and feeling a little more than guilty.
"I won't do anything you don't want to, but I want you to know that it's okay -- and you won't get in trouble because I'll never tell anyone." she explained.
Steve smiled. "Okay. Thanks." he replied, not quite sure what to say. He looked down at his aunt's chest and saw that her nipples were hard. They looked almost as big as the tip of a finger as they stood out from under her sweater.
Jenny glanced down at her chest then back up at her nephew. "You like them?" she asked.
Steve nodded emphatically and grinned.
"I always wished they were bigger." she said, briefly cupping them as Steve openly stared "Cathy always had nicer ones than me. Lucky her; I wish mine were as big."
Steve felt his cock twitch again in response to his aunt's comment about his mother. He recalled how he had gone into her room without knocking several months earlier to ask if he could borrow her car. He discovered her standing there after showering wearing just a bra and jeans. He was spellbound by the sight of her ample breasts barely contained within the white lace bra she was wearing and immediately grew hard. It was an embarrassing moment for both of them that they never acknowledged since, but for weeks the memory lingered with Steve and eventually grew to become the source of many lewd thoughts he never thought he would have for his mother.
"I should be getting back downstairs before they wonder what's taking me so long." Jenny said as she broke their embrace "Take your time. I'll tell them you're unpacking and using the bathroom."
Steve watched his aunt exit the room, then began pulling clothes from his suitcase and tossed them on the bed. He waited till he heard the sound of voices from downstairs them raced to the bathroom, locking the door behind him. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them and his boxers down to his knees and took hold of his hard cock. It felt hot and thick in his hand and he began pumping it hard as he stood before the sink. Within a minute he shot a large stream of hot cum into the sink as he stifled a moan. He braced himself against the counter catching his breath then used the toilet. He thoroughly washed his hands and rinsed out the sink, then joined the others downstairs.
"Is the room okay?" Brad asked as Steve entered the living room.
"It's great, thanks." he replied, joining his uncle on the sofa to watch tv.
"Your mom and Jenny are out on the patio gabbing." Brad informed him, not turning from the television.
Steve grunted a reply, hoping to avoid conversation while he assimilated the events that had happened between him and his aunt.
Close to an hour later the door to the patio opened and Steve's mom and aunt entered. From their laughter and boisterous antics he assumed they probably had too much wine to drink. He smiled to himself and was happy that his mother was having a good time for the first time in a ages. For as difficult as the past year had been for him he knew that it had been equally as difficult for her in different ways. She deserved to be happy and have some fun for a change he thought to himself.
"Has the bar closed for you girls?" Brad asked with a laugh.
"No way..." Jenny said as she landed roughly on her husband's lap and leaned into him "we might go all night."
Brad laughed and gave his wife a kiss on the cheek as he pulled her to him. Steve watched as his uncle's hand slid up to cup Jenny's left breast and give it a firm squeeze. A button on her sweater had come undone and Steve could now see part of his aunt's cleavage in the opening of her sweater.
"How's my little boy?" Catherine asked Steve as she stood by him and squeezed his hand.
"He's not a little boy anymore, Cathy -- in case you haven't noticed." his aunt interjected.
Steve blushed.
Catherine nodded at her sister and placed her glass of wine of the coffee table. She sat down on her son's lap facing Jenny and wrapped an arm around his neck. His mother's breasts were now at eye-level to Steve and he stared at them pushing out from under her blouse. He ran a hand down her back feeling her bra strap and brought it to rest on the curve of her hip.
Catherine shuddered slightly as her son stroked her back and leaned into him. Despite the inner turmoil it caused she felt her clit begin to throb. It had been so long since a man had touched her that now even her own son's hands on her were a welcome change. She concluded that it was likely the effects of the wine, but as she began getting wet she admitted to herself that illicit encounters such as this had excited her ever since she had been a teenager and had teased her own father and older brother.
