Please note: All characters are over eighteen!
The author (me) wishes to thank Dynamic Kitty for her editing prowess. Any mistakes are mine, and not Miss Kitty's.
If you are bothered by incest stories, please stop reading.
The woman who raised me as a son was not my mother; my real mother died when I was three. My "mom" was actually my aunt Mags (short for Margret). No one would mistake her for a beauty. Mom was short, about five feet and two inches tall, and around 160 pounds. This gave her a rather large chest along with a pudgy stomach and sizeable ass, but with a pixie haircut she was quite attractive I would say, although I may be biased.
Mags was married to Mike; they didn't have children and they weren't happy. I am not sure if the two issues were connected or not, but Mike had a real dislike for Mags. My father, myself, Mags and Mike all lived together in a multi-family house. It seemed like a good idea, as it would give my Dad and I some privacy but still let Mags watch me. As I got older this would be an issue.
I was a "difficult" child. I was very rebellious and often found myself in trouble. Nothing serious, but enough to create tension between my father and Mags' husband and between my father and I. Mags and I never had an issue. "He's being a boy-not a little wimp," she would defend me. This undoubtedly created tensions between her and her husband Mike. Mike didn't really like me either.
I lost my virginity when I was young to a girl named Ketty; chicks dig a bad boy. I often thought with the "little head" and got into trouble with my girlfriends. I was, I think the technical term is called "a dick", to a lot of girls.
For four years I went through girlfriends, some more serious than others. When I turned eighteen I found that most of the girls I dated were starting to look for serious relationships or going off to college. I stayed home and got a job; a pretty good one as a mechanic, but being too young to drink and not in college, my dating options got limited. However, at eighteen, porn is legal so I began to build a collection. Spanking it became my new "hobby" and I was good at it.
About six months into my hobby, I noticed that I would be missing a movie or two, every now and then. They would show up a day or two later. There was no "pattern" as to the type of movie missing-lesbian, anal, oral, big breast, bondage, spanking, lactating-so I didn't have any suspects. This went on for about six or eight months, but it didn't really bother me as the movies always came back no worse for the wear. I didn't give it another thought until my nineteenth birthday.
My nineteenth birthday went about as one would expect. I got some gifts; most useless, some gags. We had dinner and some cake and we also drank a fair amount.
It was going as I was expecting it to but as I was coming out of the bathroom, mom stopped me in the hallway. She said to me, "Jay, you have another present, I'll give it to you later. I don't want anyone else to see it."
I replied, "Ok-till later and thanks." I really didn't give it much thought until she kissed me on the lips and said, "Thank you" .Now I was at a loss, thank me for what? I didn't do anything. I really had no plans to do anything! I thought it was weird, but Mags could be that way.
Later that night, as we were wrapping things up, I stayed behind. I was trying to get alone with Mom. It always seemed that someone else would be in the room though. I was curious as to what she had for me and what she meant; it was starting to bother me. We never got the chance to be alone that night so I went to bed buzzed and woke up late.
I woke up to find Mom at the sink doing dishes. She told me that my Dad and Mike went out to the hardware store to pick up supplies for a home project. I walked up behind her, hugged her and kissed her ear gently saying, "Thank you for last night, you made my birthday special."
She smiled and said, "Still one more thing for you." She finished up at the sink as I was still holding her around the waist. I was getting hard. Her scrubbing of the dishes caused her ass to wiggle against me.
I squeezed her tightly and said, "I'll leave you alone and stop bothering you."
"Oh you're not bothering me at all," she replied.
Ok-now I'm thinking, "Hmm. I'm pretty sure she can feel my hard-on against her, and she is ok with it; nice." So I stayed and started to nibble her ear a bit to distract her, whispering, "So when is everyone coming back?"
"Not for a while, they just left before you woke up," she replied. When she was done, she wiped her hands and turned around. I took a step back-well, maybe a half step-ok, I leaned back just enough to give her tits room.
I also put my arms around her waist again and said, "Thanks."
"For what?" she asked.
"For being you Mags...Mom," I saw her eyes light up. I gave her a kiss on the lips with my mouth closed; I may have lingered there a bit.
She sighed then took my hand and said, "Come with me-you have one more gift."
I followed her to the "spare room", which wasn't really a spare room as I had slept there as a child when my Dad would come home late. She went into the closet and squatted down. I could see her ass crack and I was still hard. She stood up with a plastic bag in her hands and said, "Happy Birthday-I think you will enjoy this more than your other crappy presents." I laughed and looked in the bag. Porn; sweet! A lesbian movie and an anal movie, well that solved one mystery.
I said, with a grin, "So did you watch these already or am I going to lend them to you?"
Now she laughed, "I didn't want to open them. I'll borrow them later." "We can work that out." I hugged her tightly, pulling her to me, one hand on her lower back, and one hand around her shoulders.
I said, "Thank you very much, if you want some company just let me know." Before she could reply, I kissed her lips again and walked out.
I went up to my room and watched the lesbian movie. There were no toys in the movie. All the girls used fingers and tongues and I began to wonder if she really bought this for me.
After spanking myself, I started to think "Did she really just give me porn?" Well yes, she did, but did it mean anything? Was I reading something into this that wasn't there? Was I letting my constant horniness cloud my judgment? What would happen if I tried to do something - oh say- stick my tongue down her throat, while grabbing her ass and crushing those fantastic tits against me- if I was wrong about her intentions? Well, I'd be in trouble. Been there, done that, got the t-shirt to prove it. So really not much to lose. I think. Hoped. I watched the anal video.
Now, as I said, I was far from innocent. However, it is a one thing making an unwanted advance towards a woman, and a completely different thing when that woman is your mom. So I decided that I would bide my time. See if I get any other "clues" as to where this may go. I didn't have to wait long.
The very next week day, the lesbian movie was gone. I waited a day to see if it would show up again. It didn't. I waited a week. No movie. So that Friday I went home right after work. I only worked till 2 pm on Fridays, so I would be home long before everyone else. My father often didn't come home on the weekends, and Mike wouldn't be home till 7pm.
Once in the door, I took off my shirt and pants. Not as odd as it sounds, being a mechanic, my clothes are commonly dirty. I would often take them off rather then get the walls and tables I bump into dirty as well, and go right into the bathroom to scrub. This time however I was hard and it could be seen through my underwear. Before I went into the bath I found Mags and said to her "Hi honey, I'm home!" just to gauge her reaction.
She was on the phone, and as I rounded the corner she said to the person on the other end- " I got to go now- bye" - I threw my clothes toward the hamper in the laundry room and spread my arms for a hug. Now this was new.
I had never hugged her while only wearing underwear. I said "Man this day was crap, I need a hug from a pretty woman!" She looked at my bulge, and gave me a chaste hug, hips separated, and a peck on my lips. Not the reaction I was hoping for. I sank a little.
"You need a shower!" she said. I agreed and turned around toward the bath. "What did you do to your back?" she exclaimed. I didn't know what she was talking about. She came up behind me and touched my back, lightly running her hands over it. I got harder. "Your back is all scratched up! Are those fingernail marks?"
I laughed, "No, it must be from when I slide under the truck outside on the pavement, I told you my day sucked! Not in the good way either." I turned around and looked at her, "Besides, I haven't been with a girl in a while to scratch my back, but if you scratch mine, I'll scratch yours." I grinned. Before she could respond I said "Could you but something on it when I come out?"
"Sure" she said. I went into the shower, cleaned myself, wrapped a towel around my waist and walked out.
"Come into my room." I called out.
I lay on my bed in my towel. She came in and sat on the edge of the bed. "What should I use?" she asked.
"There is some lube over there. It can be used for more than just masturbation you know." I said. Without saying anything, she took it and started to spread it across my back. A little massage as well. I was happy. It is always a nice thing to get a massage.
Is it possible for a nineteen year old boy to get a massage without getting hard? So I got hard. I asked if she could massage my other parts. She gave a little giggle, slapped my ass, and said no. Then she got up and left. Ouch. I mean that literally, I was so hard I hurt.
As I lay there, hard. I debated if I should watch a movie, or see if I could interpret Moms intentions. I choose the latter, which is to say I gave up instant gratification. A very odd thing for me to do.
I threw on shorts and went out. I found her sitting in the kitchen. I leaned over the back of her chair and kissed her head. "Thank you for that. It was the highlight of my day." I told her.
"Anytime" she replied. I went to the refrigerator for something to drink, and she said to me "Does it bother you that I borrow your movies?"
