After mom had returned home, we went out shopping together where I was finally able to buy a few sets of new clothes, suitable enough for going out to dinner that evening in. We had dinner at a nice cozy, inexpensive Italian restaurant. And just as things had been whenever the three of us were together, all was perfectly natural and normal. Right up until the moment that mom excused herself to go into the "Ladies room," as she called it. She had barely turned the corner when my Aunt swung in her seat towards me. We'd been sharing a semi-circular booth together. As she did that, she pulled one side of the cross-over blouse she was wearing, showing me the gap in the off-center V, which effectively bared one of her breasts. Once again, she had decided against wearing a bra, even with as large as her breasts were. Still firm enough to look enticing, even braless for as large as they were.
"Thought you'd enjoy seeing some titty...breast man," she teased. I reached over giving her exposed nipple a gentle fingering. After all, the barriers which had once been there, were no longer there. "Naughty boy," she teased as I did that.
"Naughty Aunt," I retorted back at her, still flipping her nipple, a bit more firmly now...watching it fatten and harden. "Wish I was sucking it," I added. Susan looked around, talking stock of any waitresses close by, or other customers that might be in a position to be looking our way.
"Go ahead...give it a little kiss," she giggled hotly. I didn't bother reconnoitering myself. I simply leaned over, capturing her fat nippled tit in my mouth, kissing, and then sucking it for a few moments until she finally forced my head away...reluctantly I might add. "God you've got me hot already!" She announced. "Here...feel this!" Taking my hand, she led it down between her legs, and though she was wearing panties, I could feel the heat and moisture coming through them. I so wanted to finger-fuck her right there, half tempted to do so. But that is when I looked up and saw mom heading back our way, though it gave me just enough time to lean over and whisper to her.
"I so want to lick that," I said. She winked, and then mouthed the words even as mom slid in next to her.
"Maybe later."
On the drive home, we talked about having a night cap together in the sitting room prior to going to bed. After we'd arrived, Susan suggested we all get comfortable first, mom already heading downstairs to change, Aunt Susan catching me at the stairs just before I headed upstairs to slip into something a bit more comfortable myself. "Wear your robe...and nothing else," she told me. I looked at her questioningly. "Don't worry...I'll explain later," she said, and then hurried downstairs to change herself.
I did as she asked, returning downstairs a short time later wearing only my somewhat short bathrobe, and then entered the kitchen area where I proceeded to uncork a bottle of wine. As I did that, sounds of conversation below reached my ears, so I stepped quietly over towards the door, and then took a few steps down until I could hear what was actually being said.
"He'll never know," Susan was saying. "Just go with it, the way I told you. You've never been much of a drinker in the past, so he'll naturally assume that after a couple of drinks, and you feigning to be tired and a bit tipsy, that passing out on the couch will seem perfectly normal. Just don't be too obvious about it, if I actually manage to coax him into doing anything."
"What?" I thought, asking myself. "Doing anything? And with mom there pretending to be asleep?" Obviously, there was a lot going on I didn't know about yet, but whatever it was...some aspect of mom's being curious about me...and perhaps Susan, was part of that. "Well...three can play at that game," I mused to myself, and then hurried back upstairs to the kitchen hearing the two of them as they padded down the hallway in their bare feet. Moments later, they were joining me in the sitting room where I had already poured everyone a nice large glass of wine. Mom was wearing the same bathrobe I had seen her in that morning, and I couldn't help wondering if she...like me...was naked beneath it. I was already guessing that Susan was.
We had just finished the first bottle of wine, and I was about to suggest we open another one when Susan pointed over towards my mother. Mom had apparently gone into her "pass out" act there on the large-sized "L" shaped couch we'd been sitting on. She on the short side of it, with my Aunt and I sharing the longer side.
"I think your mother's had enough. Been a long day for her anyway, and you know she's never been much of a drinker."
"Maybe I should help her downstairs," I offered, knowing full well that would go directly against whatever scheme they'd come up with. Sure enough, Aunt Susan was quick to deny that.
"No...let her be for now, she's sound asleep. Let her rest, we can help her downstairs later. Right now...I'm feeling very horny and naughty, and even more so with her actually sitting there," she told me, only then undoing the sash on her robe, confirming what I'd been suspicious of all evening long, that she was indeed naked beneath it. Admittedly, I was enjoying this, especially seeing my Aunt totally and completely naked, not counting that time through the window, because she'd never really turned towards me at that time. Now, here she sat on the couch, turned towards me. And though still wearing her robe, it had fully parted of course. I now found myself looking at my Aunt's pussy for the first time. Perhaps due to her age and personal preference, she still had a finely trimmed patch of pussy hair there between her legs. Neatly kept, and not at all unruly, telling me in an instant that she did at least keep it trimmed and edged by the looks of it. Surprisingly, I found it very arousing to look at, even though her lips remained somewhat concealed as she sat there. "Like what you see?" She asked.
I licked my lips, letting her know that I did as I boldly gazed at her.
"Still wanna lick it?" She asked, spreading herself just a little, enough so that I could finally see the pink glistening lips of her pussy inside.
"What about mom?" I asked glancing up in her direction, though she continued to lay there unmoving, eyes tightly closed.
"She's out cold," Susan assured me. "And besides, don't you find it wickedly naughty...if not a bit dangerous to think about licking me with your own mother so close by?" I grinned at that, nodding my head. "I'll keep an eye on her just the same, and warn you if she stirs, even a little."
"Ok, but turn around here on the couch and face this way," I informed her. "That way you can keep an eye on mom and warn me if she starts to wake up." The thing was, I had another reason for doing that, something I am sure neither one of them had thought of or considered. Looking up, I could clearly see mom's reflection in the fifty-inch TV which was hanging on the wall opposite her as I only then slid up between my Aunt's out-stretched legs. "Warn me," I asked again, glancing up, already noticing that mom had already shifted, and that her eyes were wide open. "This should be interesting," I thought to myself. And was already thinking along the lines of something else a bit later. Like I said...three could play this game.
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I now focused on my Aunt's cunt however...now only inches away from my face as I positioned myself, taking delight in the pungent aroma of her musky scent. She was definitely aroused, her pink lips glistening with desire as I inched ever closer, only then lightly dipping the tip of my tongue inside her pussy as her hands came up, resting on the back of my head.
