My mother, the pillar of the community, is engaged in a prank war with her sister. It started yesterday during a large family retreat at my grandparents' ranch property in California, which is a nice break from college, and mom got to relax from her stressful job as an office manager.
On the first day there, Aunt Claire gathered the younger nieces and nephews and hid behind furniture, scaring my mother when she stepped into the room. I didn't see it, but apparently my mother was mortified by the experience and everyone's laughter.
This morning my mother wants revenge. First something small to get her rhythm going, then a bigger attack later. A public scare in front of the family to even the score. We sneak down the hall to get inside Aunt Claire's guestroom while everyone else is downstairs. According to intel from my cousin, Aunt Claire will return to this bedroom in about 10 minutes, more or less. So we have time to finalize our plans.
"The closet," mom says. "We'll stick with that."
It's the kind of closet where the doors have shutters; perfect for spying into the room. Boxes are on the floor and clothes are on the rack. It's a narrow space that we can barely fit in.
After I step inside, mom follows. We are both squeezed tight and she closes the door with her eyes peering through the shutter. It's so tight that I can feel her body heat and smell her fragrance. The space is so compact that mom's voluptuous butt is pressed against my crotch, which she ignores.
"Are you going to move?" I ask.
"Shhh... someone might hear us."
"Your butt is pressed against me."
"Oh, that. Well, you'll just have to deal with it."
She wiggles her butt, grinding herself against my cock. It's an act that could have serious consequences in a matter of moments. But she doesn't care, her eyes remain looking through the shutters, focused only on getting revenge.
Then my worst fear comes true. I have a sudden erection. Unfortunately, it has nowhere to go except to press against my mother's bottom.
"Should we abort the plan?" I ask. "I don't think she's coming anytime soon. And plus, you know..."
"Nonsense. She'll be here. She's often late. And I honestly don't care that you're erect. This is a special circumstance."
Hearing my mother say that is a total shock. We've never talked about sex or body parts before. I've never even seen her naked by accident. She's always buttoned up and reserved. Now here she is, acting like this is nothing to be concerned about.
"I think we should abort," I say. "My situation is only getting worse. We could always give payback to Aunt Claire later."
She thinks for a moment. "We can't leave now. It sounds like there are people in the hall. If anyone sees us coming out of your aunt's room, our plan will be exposed."
"Fine. Let me try and move so that we're not squished together."
There are lots of clothes on the rack and a bunch of shoe boxes on the floor. She tries to move without making a sound, and without accidentally falling, but it's tough to do anything. Mom lifts her arms and I reach up to grab her waist. Through the chaos, she turns her body to the side and I accidentally cup one of her breasts.
"Sorry about that," I say. "I swear it was an accident."
"Who knows, you might be a weirdo like your Aunt; she used to do that all the time in college."
"Really?"
"Forget it," she says. "It was a joke."
"Aunt Claire used to grab your boobs?"
She pauses. "We used to pinch each other for fun."
"Oh, wow."
Mom starts rubbing her butt against my crotch again. She's shameless about it, as if talking about Aunt Claire brought something out of her.
"Why are you so stiff?" she asks. "Do you like my butt? Or do you like hearing about how my sister used to touch my breasts?"
Before I can reply, the bedroom door opens and closes as Aunt Claire enters. We're ready to scare her when she comes to the closet. While watching through the shutters, there's an unexpected twist as Aunt Claire stands by her bed and undresses. We watch like peeping voyeurs as she gets naked in a matter of seconds.
Aunt Claire has a gorgeous naked body, which makes my cock throb against my mother's ass. When she approaches the closet, things become tense. Are we going to scare Aunt Claire while she's naked?
There's a knock on the bedroom door and someone calls for her. That's when she slips on a sweater and pants (with no bra or underwear) and leaves the room.
"That was close," I say. "She's going to be so mad that we saw her naked."
"I know..."
My mother's voice trails off.
"Are you breathing heavy?" I ask.
"It's a stressful situation. Besides, it's not like you're in a position to criticize me."
She wiggles her hips again. My cock swells, pushing deeper into her. Now it makes sense. Everything becomes clear, no matter how dirty or taboo the whole thing seems.
"Are you attracted to her?" I ask.
Right away I regret asking that question, fully expecting that she'd be furious, but instead she remains quiet. Mom is never the type to remain quiet when something is on her mind. It's so quiet in this closet that I'm listening to her breathing.
"Are you sure you want to hear this?" she asks.
"Yes, I do."
"Well, you're old enough I suppose. I used to live with my sister after college. We enjoyed each other's company in ways that sisters aren't supposed to."
"You mean that literally?"
"That's right. I know it's the fantasy of lots of men. Two sisters, living together, going down on each other. My sister can be very persuasive. And I grew to enjoy it. When I would cook, she used to come behind me and scare me, then hold me, squeezing certain body parts. I got used to it. That's why it didn't bother me when you touched my breasts by accident. I guess I'm used to being touched by family."
Her response shocks me to the core. There's no shame in her voice, as if she has a deep fondness for these memories. Memories that she wishes she could relive. Dirty thoughts come to mind, ones I wish I could ignore.
"Do you think I can... you know... touch them again?"
"Breasts are breasts, I suppose. Fine, go ahead and touch them."
My pulse races as I reach forward to cup both of her breasts. I expect her to slap my hands away, but that never happens. I squeeze her tits, feeling her plump fullness. Her pleasure spots are easy to find. She groans every time she's squeezed on the lower half of her breasts and around her nipple area. When her nipples are rubbed through her top, she gasps.
"Maybe you can ask Aunt Claire to eat your pussy."
She moans. "Oh god. Tell me more."
