"Honey, would you like some more bacon?"
I was sitting at the kitchen table eating breakfast, and Mom bent over as she placed the remaining strips of bacon on my plate. Having a cooked breakfast was a fairly rare treat in our house; usually, everyone grabbed a bowl of cereal as they hurried about getting ready to leave in the morning. This morning, however, since the previous day my older sister Jan and I had just gotten home for the summer from college, Mom had outdone herself and cooked eggs and bacon. Yum.
"What about Jan?," I asked, as Mom stood there bent over, placing the bacon strips ever so exactly on my plate.
"You snooze, you lose, around this house. You know that."
"Ummm," I replied, as I tried to remove my eyes from Mom's cleavage. "I guess so." I was not thinking about bacon, though, I can assure you. Mom had on her robe, loosely tied, and I don't know what was under it. I do know that I could see the deliciously freckled tops of her breasts.
"Delicious," I murmured. I did not mean the breakfast.
"Oh, I hope so," Mom said. "It's not often I make you breakfast anymore."
Mom's breasts were not large. She was a trim woman who had managed to keep her figure into her 50s. Her breasts may not have been large, but they were the apple of my eye, if you'll allow me that turn of double meaning. I had lusted after Mom since my teenaged years. If you're supposed to grow out of it, then call me a case of arrested development. As a teenager, I was a walking container of raging hormones. Mom was, I thought, absolutely beautiful, and then there was Jan. Jan must have gotten her tits from Dad's Mother, because they were, well, hooters. So, as I say, if there was ever a time around the house when my dick was not hard for one or the other, or both, I don't remember it. But I was a good boy, which means I was a mess of repressed desire. Aside from occasionally brushing against Mom's butt or looking pointedly at Jan's tits, I never did anything. I just wanted.
Mom straightened up and noticed my thousand yard stare. "Penny for your thoughts."
"Oh, they're worth a lot more than a penny," I replied. "With inflation, I'll bet my thoughts are worth at least a buck."
"Well, you're the economist," Mom said. "But I'm afraid I don't have any money on me, as you can see." With that, she held her arms up and twirled around. When she did, her robe opened up a little more, and I was treated to more of her breasts. She, of course, had no idea.
"Okay, I'll just settle for a kiss," I said when she faced me again. "But you have to come down here to give it to me. I'm busy with my bacon."
"Scamp," she laughed, and bent down to kiss me on the cheek. I have to admit, when she did that, I got a good look right down her robe. She kissed me on the cheek and when she noticed where I was looking, pulled her robe together with her hand. "I'm not sure that was worth a dollar, but there you go."
"Oh, it was worth a lot more than a dollar to me. You have no idea what I'd pay for that."
She laughed, and I don't know if she knew what I was referring to, but given her fierce blush, I think she might have.
"What are you up to today?" she asked as she turned back to the stove.
"I dunno. Jan wanted to go to the mall, but I don't know if she'll ever get up. You wanna go with us?"
That was quite a change, I admit. When Jan and I were teenagers, the last thing we wanted was for the old fuddy-duddy parents to be around. Given that I had just gotten a peek at Mom's breasts, though, I wanted nothing more than for her to be around.
"Yeah, I just might," she said. "I get a little bored just sitting around the house for the summer."
Mom was a high school biology teacher, and a good one. Jan and I even had her as our teacher in our junior years, and loved it. She never treated us any differently than the rest of the students. She just had a way in class of presenting things in a lively way that kept everyone's attention, even though she must have given the same classes every year for the last 20 years. And, being realistic, I'll bet I wasn't the only guy in class who sat there with a boner, watching her as she moved around the classroom. I know that our house was always a favorite gathering spot for my old gang, and it was not always about catching a glimpse of my big sister. More than once I saw my friends watching Mom. I never mentioned it. I didn't blame them.
"Go wake her up and we'll leave in about an hour," Mom said, so I went upstairs to Jan's room and knocked on the door. No answer. I knocked again, and said, "Janny," in a singsong voice, "time to get uppy."
"Go away!"
I opened the door and went in, to see Jan all cuddled up in her covers. I went to the bed and did a belly flop right on her.
"Dammit, Kevin," she shouted. "You big oaf. Get off me." I rubbed around on her, just to get her even madder, and then got up.
"Mom says she wants to go to the mall with us, and we'll leave in about an hour. She's cooking more bacon, and if you're not down there in ten minutes, it's mine, all mine."
She sat up in bed and shook her fist at me. "You'd better not eat my bacon, buddy boy, or it's curtains for you," she said, using a Hollywood villain voice. "Curtains, I say."
I just stood there with my mouth hanging open. Good God. Double score, in the same morning. Jan was wearing a light tank top to sleep in and those tits were standing gloriously, with her nipples standing out a foot, it seemed.
She crossed her arms over them and shouted. "Get out, you perv, and don't eat my bacon!"
I walked out, closed the door, and just stood there a minute. Lordy, Lordy. It was just like I was a teenager again. Surrounded by pussy, and couldn't get a bit. What was it Coleridge said? "Water, water, everywhere, and not a drop to drink"? That was me. Pussy, pussy, everywhere, and not a drop to drink.
"Get a grip," I whispered to myself. I was 21, entering my junior year at college, and Jan was 22, entering her senior year. We both went to the university a couple of hours from home, kind of a family tradition now since that is where Mom and Dad met. Jan and I didn't see a lot of each other on campus. We would try to sit together sometimes in the student section of the stadium on football weekends, but that was about it. Jan had her friends, and I had mine. Jan's friends were hot. My friends were nerds.
I sat at the table drinking coffee with Jan and Mom as Jan ate her breakfast. Mom got up to take a plate to the sink and I watched her lovely butt, accentuated by her thin robe, as she walked away. I guess I might have been a little obvious, because Jan kicked me under the table. I jerked to look at her, and she gave me that patented Jan eyebrows raised look. "Perv," she mouthed at me.
This time it was my turn to blush. "Shut up," I mouthed back, and she laughed.
"What's so funny?" Mom asked as she sat back down.
"Your son," Jan answered. "I don't think he'll ever change."
"Well, I hope not," Mom said. "I love him just as he is."
That provoked Jan and I both to laugh, with Jan spitting eggs out of her mouth, and we looked at each other and laughed again.
"I don't know what's so funny with you two," Mom said, "but I'm happy to have my babies home with me. Hurry and get ready, and we'll go."
We had a good time at the mall. We walked around, going from shop to shop, with no real plan. Mom and Jan tried on a few outfits, and I gave my considered fashion judge opinion of each. I made them pose in front of me while I studied them up and down, and then they'd have to twirl in front of me so I could see the back. I loved it. Getting into the role, I would let my eyes linger on their breasts, legs, and butt, and then I would make comments.
"I like this one. It shows off your assets." "No, not this one. Too matronly. Your body deserves better than that." "Oh, yeah. Man, you look hot in that."
They were getting into it, too, striking exaggerated fashion model poses. Mom turned around to look at me once after I had made her turn, and caught me staring at her butt. "There's more to the outfit than just that, Buster," she said with a laugh.
"See what I'm talking about, Mom? He'll never change." Mom and Jan both laughed at that, while I blushed and studied my shoes.
"Busted," I said, and stood up from the chair.
"Yeah, you're busted alright," Jan said. "You've always been busted." We all laughed, then, and walked toward the front of the store with Mom and Jan on either side of me and our arms interlocked. I had Jan's big tits pushing into my arm on the left, and Mom's sweet little tits pushing into my arm on the right. If life could get any better than that moment, I didn't know how. I looked behind us as we approached the entry, noting that no one was there.
"I feel just like Chapo," I said to them, "A rich drug lord out with his ladies." As I said that, I slid my arms down and cupped each of their butts with my hands - the left on Jan's butt, tight and muscular, and the right on Mom's, softer and more rounded.
They both laughed, and both of them took their arms from mine and punched me playfully.
"So much for innocent fun," Mom said, laughing. "Now I find out my son is a Mexican drug lord, with a bevy of ladies."
"Nope, not a bevy," I said. "Just the two prettiest ones."
"You'd better say that," Jan said. "I know where you sleep."
We were walking aimlessly, talking and laughing like that, and passed the billboards for the theater. "Ooh," Mom said, looking at one of them. "Let's go see that. I've been wanting to see it and your father won't go out at night. There's a one o'clock, and we can still be home in time to fix dinner."
