This is the second installment of a series; I recommend you read the first chapter "Sometimes it just happens" first to get the story line correct.
A couple of months had past, and Thanksgiving was just a week away. Fall was coming to a close and winter was not far behind it.
I had gotten a job in the accounting department at the same grain facility that mom works at. The job is ok, and the pay is decent. It felt good to be able to financially contribute to the bills for the house. Not that I haven't been contributing, I had taken over most of the cooking and some of the cleaning.
Around the house our taboo love affair seemed to settle in to a normal thing. When we were alone or with people who didn't know us mom had requested I call her Teresa, and she called me Jason. At first it was awkward, but after awhile it became normal. Although I did find that if I called her mom whilst having sex, she got more aroused.
My aunt Mary, mom's younger sister, was coming to stay over for the holiday. I spent a day setting up the guest room, cleaning, dusting and fresh sheets.
It was the night before aunt Mary was to arrive when things became very difficult. My mom came home with groceries and we brought them in the house and began to put them away, when she spoke.
"Jason, we have to talk!"
"Ok, what's the matter?"
"Your aunt will be here tomorrow."
"I know so?"
"Well, I think you should call me mom when she is here."
"Ok."
"And you have to stay in your room at night, and no groping me until she leaves!"
"This sucks! Happy Thanks fucking Giving to me!"
"It's only for two nights. She will be leaving on Saturday afternoon."
"It might as well be two weeks!"
"Oh, stop being a drama queen! It doesn't suit you."
I was irritated, but I guess I could survive this inconvenience. She had a point anyway, it was only two nights. Besides up until a few months ago, I wasn't in a relationship with my mother. Which, most people find to be wrong. Boy, would Aunt Mary be shocked if she found out. I would do my best to not screw up. I guess I will be taking matters in my own hands for a few days.
I had been up since five AM, when I had to get the turkey in the oven. I had planed a divine feast. We would have the turkey, with Grandma Rose's stuffing, my special roasted butternut squash, loaded mashed potatoes, corn on the cob, home made cranberry sauce, and fresh rolls I baked last night. I also had picked up a few bottles of a nice burgundy to wash it all down.
Mom had gone to the air port to get Aunt Mary, and they returned around noon. The meal wouldn't be ready until two.
She was a shapely women, almost the same as my mom, a bit smaller in the hips and bust but not bad. She had jet black hair, straight and long down to her round ass, almost like a Native American women. But you could tell where she lived the minute she spoke, Jersey! I almost laughed; I started to hear Snookie from Jersey Shore, when she was talking. She kind of resembles her too. I guess I hadn't noticed the hoop earrings and the spray tan. She was definitely a guidette.
I put the meal on the table promptly at two. We all sat, said grace, and began to dish out food.
"Jason, this meal is amazing! Where did you learn to cook like this?"
"I watched a lot of Food Network when I was in college, Aunt Mary."
"Oh, just call me Mary, Jason. He is so formal, Teresa, you have a good boy."
"I know, Mary. You should see the other things he does for me!"
Shocked I looked at mom, and she had those eyes, those evil I want you now eyes.
"What else does he do, Teresa?"
"He cooks, he cleans, does laundry, takes care of the pool, does the yard work, and he works forty hours a week! He's the perfect man."
"Too bad he's your son and my nephew. He's cute too."
Then they began to giggle, the way I am sure they did around boys when they were just girls. It was flattering, but I had to move the conversation elsewhere.
"You know it is an awful cross to bear, being a sex object! Having women talk about you as a prize or a piece of meat! It is even more difficult when the beautiful women are your mom and aunt."
My statement worked, they were stunned to silence for a moment, and then mom started a mundane conversation about work. I zoned out while I ate, and before I knew it I was cleaning up.
The evening was uneventful, we talked of times past, and things we should do as a family. It only became awkward once more when they ganged up on me, ribbing me about being the catch of a life time. I politely excused myself.
"I am tired. If you ladies will excuse me, I think I will go shower then go to bed. Don't forget we have to work tomorrow, mom! Good night mom. Good night Aunt Mary."
"Mary, just call me Mary, Jason."
"Ok, Mary. Good night."
With that I made my way to the bathroom. I got in to a hot shower, and replayed the day's events in my head. Before long I realized I had a record breaking hard on. I hadn't realized how thinking of Aunt Mary could arouse me so much. I shut off the shower and then I heard the whispers.
"What are you doing?"
"Shhh."
I noticed the door to the bathroom slightly ajar when I opened the curtain. Horny and proud of the rod I was sporting, I got out and began to dry off. I turned sideways to give a good profile and show off the nine inch long, two and a half inch wide oak branch sprouting from my loins. The gasp for air I heard was priceless. Then I heard them mom whispering.
"Come on, before he catches us, Mary!"
I heard the footsteps moving away and I rushed to the door, listening intently.
"Wow, he has a huge cock, Teresa!"
"That's my son, Mary! He's your nephew!"
"I know, but he still has a nice cock!"
"Yeah, long and thick the way it should be, Mary"
They were out of earshot now. I smiled and finished in the bathroom. I went to my room and got in bed naked. You can never tell who may want service after hours...
I awoke to my alarm at five the next morning. I was irritated from being pulled from an awesome incestuous threesome dream with Aunt Mary. But I got up and had a bird bath and brushed my teeth. I dressed quickly and went down to make breakfast for mom and myself. I was nearly finished when mom came down.
"Good morning, baby!"
"Good morning, mom."
"I am so fucking horny right now; I could lay you on the counter and just ride you for an hour, Jason!"
"Mom, she may hear you!"
"Oh shit, oops! Sorry."
We ate in silence, I made us lunches from leftovers and we departed shortly before six thirty. We were five minutes from work when she couldn't hold it in any more.
"Fuck me! Right now pull over and just fuck me!"
"We are going to be late."
"I don't care pull up the service road here."
I did as I was told and barely had the car in park when I looked over and she had her pants off, panties pulled to the side, blouse open and bra under folded under her huge tits. I was hard immediately. She opened my pants and pulled my dick out, then climbed on, all in about three seconds. She was so hot inside, and wet. I slid in with no problems.
"I have been thinking of you all night, son."
"Is that so, mom. I was thinking of you too and Aunt Mary at the same time."
Mom came as soon as I said it. I was a harder orgasm than I had ever felt her have. It was too much for me, I came which made her go in to another fit of orgasm.
When we had composed ourselves and began to dress again. She spoke.
"Did you really think about a threesome?"
"Why, is that bad?"
"Well, according to society it is bad. But I think it is hot. I'll see what I can do!"
With that our conversation was over. We drove to work, I kissed mom and we went our separate ways.
After work we met in the parking lot. As we drove home she told me of her plan.
"What we will do is pretend to have her slip you a sleeping pill"
