Marilyn came home from work Friday afternoon to find her sons intensely involved with a flight simulation game on the family computer. Jake was at the joystick and controller. Andrew was shouting encouragement and advice.
"Watch your six, damn it! Don't put the nose down...The SOB on your tail can out dive you. .. Yeah, pull some left rudder...Yeah! All the way 'round!... Now! Give it to 'im!... Stay with him... He can't pull that many Gs... You got him!"
"I got him. Darn, did you see that Andrew? His wings just folded and he went straight down!"
The older boy slapped his younger brother on the back. "I told you he couldn't take that many Gs. That hard turn was too much. He either had to let up on the rudder and you'd have had a clear shot at his ass or he had to try to keep turning inside you. Either way, he was going down. When a lightly built fighter like he was flying tries to turn too tight, the wings can't stand the stress. The spar fails and down he goes. Scratch one Jap bastard!"
"I hope," Marilyn said in her best disapproving maternal voice, "That this isn't the sort of language you two use when I'm not around."
Jake, 12 years old, jerked around. "Gosh, mom, you're home."
"Well?"
"Andrew says I shouldn't use those words."
Her 18 year old son looked at his mother. "You know how it is, mom. Sometimes the excitement kind of gets to a fella."
"Honest mom. We don't talk that way."
"OK. As long as it doesn't become a habit." She was at least partially razzing her boys and Andrew sensed that. After all, Marilyn was capable of some pretty amazing language when she was excited. Specifically, she could swear like a sailor when Andrew fucked her.
"I need a favor."
"Sure."
"I don't feel like cooking tonight. Would you boys mind running over to the store and getting one of those roasted chickens? Unless you'd rather get something else like fried chicken or fish."
"What do you say, scamp?" the older son asked the younger.
"I can eat anything," responded Jake. And at his age, that was true enough.
"The roast chicken sounds good."
Marilyn took her wallet out of her purse. "OK. Your brother sounds like he could eat a horse, so you'd better pick up two unless you can find a Godzilla of a chicken. Pick up some of those frozen stuffed potatoes that y'all like so much. What do they come in, three to a pack? Better get two. A head of lettuce and some tomatoes for a salad. And a jug of unsweetened tea. Unless you boys want something else."
"That sounds good," Andrew told her as he took the money his mother handed her. He riffled through the bills. "This is too much."
"I want you to look at the right rear tire, too. I think its losing air. Check the air pressure and put some in if it needs it. Then you can check it in a couple of days and see if it's holding it. There's a can of that tire inflator stuff in the garage somewhere, but I don't want to use it unless the tire's really got a leak."
"OK."
"And since you boys are doing all this running around for me, maybe you'd like to stop at that game room over on Halstead. Let's say you'll be back here with supper at, oh, let's say 7:30. Does that sound like a plan?"
""Yeah, sure mom," bleated Jake.
"I'm down with it."
"Great. See you in a few."
\ - /
It was about 7:20 when Andrew pulled in to the driveway. There was a car parked to one side that he didn't recognize, but he saw the little emblem on the left rear bumper that marked the sedan as a rental car. The garage door was already up and, wondering who was visiting, he pulled in and parked. He hit the switch that opened the tailgate and he and Jake unloaded the grub.
Inside, he saw his mother and Aunt Carolyn sitting at the table. They had wine flutes in front of them and a bottle of chardonnay between them.
"Look who's here."
"Hello, boys," their aunt said as she accepted hugs from both of them. Their mother and aunt were twins and looked it. Although they wore their hair indifferent styles, the sisterly resemblance was plain to see. Aunt Carolyn. Younger than Marilyn by four minutes, had a slightly thinner face, but had the same attractive eyes set wide apart, the small straight nose, and the warm mouth. The younger sister was also a tad slimmer. Married and divorced twice, she had never had children. Andrew's late father had sometimes made disparaging comments about her choice in men, but never where his wife could hear them.
"I called your mom this morning at her office," Aunt Carolyn was explaining, "and told her I had nothing to do between now and New Year's and she invited me to fly in for the weekend since we missed Christmas together. I decided, why not? The airplane tickets just cost $89 round trip but God, I hate those little cramped planes. Thank goodness it's just an hour and a half flight. I met a very cute steward on the plane, though, so that was nice. In fact, he's based in Baton Rouge. Isn't that something? We're going out on New Year's.
"But Jake, aren't you getting tall!" the woman prattled on. "And your mom told me you were turning into quite the handsome young man, Andrew, but she didn't tell you were such a hunk. My God, sis, look at him! What a hunk..." And she went on. Andrew had forgotten how much his mom's sister loved to talk.
And talk, she did, except when she had food or drink in her mouth. Through supper. While the table was cleared and the dishes were washed. Talked so much that Jake excused himself to watch TV upstairs in his room Talked so much that twenty minutes later, Andrew did the same.
"Oh, " Aunt Carolyn told him as he prepared to leave the living room, "my stuff is on your bed. Your mom said you wouldn't mind bunking on the couch down here. It's just for a couple of nights and I promise not to do any snooping. I certainly don't want to find the magazines you stash under the bed or the porn sites you go to on the internet."
She laughed.
"You don't mind, do you, dear?"
"Of course not, mom. This couch sleeps fine." He wondered how he was going to get in his mother's bed, though, with another person in the house. Well, he could go a couple of nights without his mother if he had to. Maybe.
\ - /
He lay on his back, hands behind his head, staring at the ceiling. He was trying not to think about his cock. And failing. Just the image of his mother in her big lonely bed was enough to give him a raging hard on. There was no way he could sleep like this, yet beating off was something he didn't want to do. His mother had dropped enough hints that, tonight at least, she was out of bounds. He was hoping that would change, though. He had faith that if his mother could make it happen, she would. If his mom were able to share the couch with him, he didn't want it to happen when he'd just busted his nuts with his hand. He'd even worn his new pajamas just in case.
Just thirty minutes ago, he had gotten off the couch. Silently, he had crept up the stairs. From the landing, he was just tall enough to see the door to his bedroom. It was shut. A line of light showed from the bottom of it, though. Aunt Carolyn was still awake, unless she slept with the light on. As long as she was awake, it was too dangerous to try to sneak in his mom's room. He went back to the couch, dejected.
He thought about checking again and decided he couldn't live with the disappointment. He rolled over on his side. He set his mind to ignoring his raging cock. He recited pi to twelve decimal places three or four times. Tried and failed to remember the third verse of "Adeste Fidelis." Stared at the dark fireplace. That made him remember his first fuck with his mother and his cock jumped up again. He went back to pi. He had memorized Poe's "The Raven" back in the eighth grade and he could remember whole stanzas of the long poem: "Long into that darkness peering, Long I stood there, wondering, fearing, Doubting, ummm, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before - "
Andrew awoke with a start. The first thing he noticed was the smell of his mother's shampoo. He rolled on to his back ready to drag his mom down to him and roll her under the sheet and blanket for a welcoming kiss and squeeze. Only it wasn't his mother; it was Aunt Carolyn.
Before she slipped under the covers, he noticed she was wearing a baby doll sleep set. In the darkness it was difficult to judge the color, but it was shear and maybe pale blue or light green. He also noticed her hard nipples and a small patch of dark pubic hair that was clearly visible under the tiny panties she wore.
"We have to be quiet," she whispered as she kissed his ear. "We don't want my sister to get jealous, do we? She never did like me stealing her boyfriends."
Her lips left his ear and found his lips and then his tongue. She tasted Crest toothpaste.
He discovered her tongue was pierced. The ball in the center of her tongue added a new aspect to frenching, a different sensation.
"I don't know what you mean," he lied as she pressed her body against him.
"Don't fib. I know you and sis are getting it on. It's obvious. Well, at least it's obvious to me. Marilyn and I have almost been close. We're practically psychic. Besides, every time you looked at her, you gave off so much sexual heat, I thought the smoke detector was going to go off. You've got it bad for her, don't you?"
Her hand had already found his cock. It responded as readily to his aunt as it responded to his mother.
"That's sick. That would be incest."
"And what's wrong with incest?" Aunt Carolyn whispered as she let the heat of his cock lie against her chilled body. She kissed her nephew some more. She was glad to find out her sister had taught him how to kiss. Teaching was fun, but the woman didn't like wasting time with preliminaries.
"Mom would never do anything that sick," he gasped when she finally released his mouth.
'Oh, you think not? I could tell you stories... Why, you should have seen her in college, before she met your dad. Do you know we pledged the same sorority? We used to have some w-i-l-d parties. I kid you not."
"I don't know what you want, Aunt Carolyn, but - "
"Maybe you could cut out the bullshit. And just call my Carolyn. I won't call you nephew. Unless you want to call me mom and I call you son." She had his pajama shirt open and was kissing her way down his body. She stopped before she got too far, though, since there wasn't much room to maneuver on the couch. She concentrated on his nipples.
"Does she have any piercings? I know she doesn't have a tongue ring, but how about her nips?"
"I tell, you I - "
Carolyn eased herself away from her nephew sufficiently to pull off her top. In the dim light, he saw that her left nipple had a slender ring through it.
"I don't think she does. Marilyn's not a stick in the mud, but she's not that wild. Not nearly as wild as I am." She positioned her left tit over his face. "It feels good when a man teases my titty with his tongue."
