All characters are over the age of 18.
TEASE
It was mid-July, and Michael's cousin Jason was in town visiting. Michael and his mom Stephanie lived alone now, so it was nice having company in the house for the week.
It all started one afternoon in the kitchen. The boys were finishing lunch, and Jason said "Ok dude, we need to talk about your mom. She's very obviously flirting with me."
Michael had noticed. "Yeah she does that with everyone," he responded. "It's kind of what she's known for. Besides.... you know."
Jason did know. "You mean her tits?" he said with a laugh. "Dude they're amazing."
Stephanie had worked at Michael's high school, and Michael had heard from everyone about her chest. All the boys had fantasized about seeing them. She was medium height, with dark brown hair, and faintly resembled a younger Demi Moore.
"Yeah I'm not blind," Michael said sheepishly. "But she is my mom."
"Would you mind if I tried?" Jason asked.
"Tried what?"
"Tried to... you know... get with her. She's being really flirty man. I think I can do it."
"Dude," Michael attempted. "That's your aunt. And my mom."
"I know," Jason responded. "But she's just so hot, and I've fantasized so long about her tits."
"Again, not blind," Michael responded with a sigh. "I know how hot she is. Believe me."
A few minutes later, and Stephanie came through the door holding a few bags of groceries. After setting them down on the counter, she said "Hey guys." Turning towards Jason, she said "And hey cutie," while giving him a playful slap on the butt.
Michael had seen this sort of thing many times before. It's just how she acted around guys. He figured it was because she knew how desired she was, and enjoyed the flirting. Even though she knew nothing would ever happen. He had never seen that theory tested, however.
Stephanie had gone to the gym before the grocery store, and was still wearing her workout shorts, with a thin jogging jacket that zipped up the front. As she started putting the groceries away, Jason moved towards her.
She yelped as she felt her nephew give her a hard smack her on her ass. She quickly spun around.
"You spanked me, so I figured I'd get you back, Aunt Stephanie," Jason said, looking down at her chest now facing him.
"I suppose that's fair," she replied, watching his eyes locked on her jacket.
"You like to flirt, don't you Aunt Stephanie?" he asked, looking at her jacket's zipper up near her neck. She remained silent for a moment.
"Can't handle a little playing?" she said defiantly. "If it's too much for you, I'll stop."
"I just want to know," Jason said to his aunt, as he took her hands in his and moved closer to her. "If you can back it up."
Standing up close to her now, he moved her hands behind her onto the counter. Her large chest was protruding against her thin jacket.
"And just what did you have in mind?" she asked her nephew, confidently. His right hand went to the puller of her zipper. He moved closer to her.
Stephanie kept her arms behind her, as she watched Jason begin to tug on her zipper. As he started to get it down, she for the first time looked across the room at her son, who was watching his cousin unzip his mom's jacket.
"What exactly do you think you're doing?" she asked her nephew, as he continued tugging on the zipper. Stephanie again looked at her son, and then back to Jason's hand. When he got it about halfway down, what she had on underneath became revealed: A small yellow sports bra.
"Just seeing if you're wearing anything under your jacket," Jason said, giving it one last tug, before she was completely unzipped. He took the two sides in his hands.
"And there it is," he said, pulling the jacket apart, and unveiling what was underneath.
Michael moved closer, and exchanged glances with his mom. The two boys stared intently at her chest, and the small piece of material covering it.
"Happy?" Stephanie asked her horny young nephew. "I hope you don't think seeing me in a sports bra fazes me. I work out in it. Like you said, I can back it up."
The bra also had its own zipper. Jason moved closer, as close as he could get. Michael also moved closer to get a better view. For the first time, Stephanie stiffened as Jason grasped that zipper at the top of his aunt's bra.
"I'm not done yet," he said, fiddling with it between his fingers. Jason was rock hard now, his erection threatening to poke a hole through his shorts. He pulled down lightly on the zipper. The breasts he had fantasized about for years were just a few inches away from being released.
Stephanie looked at her son, watching this. Jason pulled down more, and her massive cleavage began spilling out. She saw her son's eyes locked on her chest, as more of it gradually came into view.
Michael watched closely, and felt what has growing in his shorts. His cousin had his mom pinned up against her kitchen counter, with her hands behind her back, and was getting very close to getting her bra off.
Stephanie's eyes remained on her son's, as he watched his mom's tits being slowly revealed, with a good portion of them now visible to him. Her hands remained flat on the counter behind her.
The puller of the zipper was now near the base of her bra. Jason grabbed the top of the bra in his left hand for balance, and pulled the zipper down with his right. Stephanie's flat hands turned to fists, as she momentarily bit down on her lower lip.
More of her chest came spilling out, pressed together by what was left of her bra. The zipper was now at the very base, hanging by a thread, and barely attached. Stephanie cast one last look at her son, leering at what was happening.
Jason took both sides of his aunt's bra in each hand. One small tug and he would have it opened, and then off. Stephanie was about to be standing nude from the waist up in front of her son and nephew.
He pulled lightly, and the zipper gave way. Jason held the opened sides where they were, and grabbed two large handfuls of the material, relishing the moment. He was about to rip his aunt's severed bra off her chest, in front of her son.
When she saw his hands begin to pull, Stephanie moved her hands from behind her. Her hands quickly found his, holding her unfastened bra.
"Ok enough," she said, putting herself back together. "I am your aunt, you know."
"So you can't back it up, after all," Jason said, watching her zip her bra back up, and then her jacket.
"Oh I can back it up," Stephanie replied, again defiantly. "But I'm afraid it's different with my sister's son. You guys go find something to do while I put this all away."
The two stunned boys left the kitchen and went upstairs to Michael's room. Closing the door behind him, Michael said "Dude what the hell was that?"
"I told you I was going to try with her!" Jason responded.
"Yeah, but now? With me watching?"
"Michael, she almost let me do it. You saw it. I almost had that bra off of her."
"And then what would have happened? Let's suppose she did let you do it. Then what?" Michael asked his cousin, a little curious about the answer.
"I'll tell you exactly what," he started, clearly having already thought this through. "I was about to rip that little bra off her tits. Then her shorts and panties were next."
Michael sighed. "She's not going to do that sort of thing man. She likes to flirt and have fun with it, that's all."
"I'm not going to stop trying," Jason said. "I'm telling you, I'm going to go as far with her as I can. Seriously, don't be mad if I end up fooling around with your mom."
Michael wouldn't admit it, but the thought got him very excited. He wanted to see if his cousin could really do it. And he wanted to watch his mom get that horny.
The next night, Michael had gone out with friends, and Jason was at their house by himself watching tv. He had elected to not go out with them, as he knew what time Aunt Stephanie was coming home from happy hour after work.
Jason heard the garage door, and a minute later Stephanie came through the door, wearing a little yellow sundress. "Hey cutie," she said, back to her flirtatious ways. After pouring herself a glass of wine, Stephanie joined her nephew on the living room couch.
Jason watched his aunt cross her legs and take a sip of wine before setting it on the coffee table. The buttons on her little dress were under serious strain.
"You're pretty cute yourself," he said back to her, putting a hand on her leg. "Your son isn't here now, if you want me to try again."
"What happened yesterday," she started, taking his hand and moving it off her leg, "Had nothing to do with Michael watching. I'm your aunt."
"And nephews can't do that with their aunts?" he asked, putting his hand right back, further up her thigh, touching the hem of her thin dress. "But you can flirt with me? You can smack my ass and tell me how cute I am?" he quizzed her, taking the hem of her dress in his hands.
"It's just harmless teasing," she said, looking down at her nephew's hands holding her dress at mid-thigh level.
"So is this," Jason responded, as he slowly began pushing Aunt Stephanie's dress up her legs. "I saw your sports bra earlier," he said, pushing more. "So I think it's ok if I see your panties."
One last push and Stephanie's pink panties came into view. She watched her nephew bunch up the bottom of her sundress around her waist.
"So what," she said matter of factly, as Jason squeezed his aunt's upper thighs. "Even my son has seen me in my panties," she said, as he moved his thumbs slightly inward, and felt the soft pink fabric.
"Too bad he's not here to see this," Jason said, now toying with the band of her panties on the side. "He enjoyed watching me undress you yesterday. He wanted that bra to come off as much as I did."
