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.
