Copyright 2021 Charlie Flemming
I called work on my cell, Terra answered after two rings, "Dan," My number was on the work caller ID, "what do you need?" She said, sounding friendly, but I knew it was just the voice she used on the phone and would probably get very mean very quickly.
"I'm not going to be able to come in tonight," I told her over the phone, "My ride kinda walked out on me."
"Goddammit Daniel!" She said, there was that boss I knew and didn't love. "You know we're doing a lot to make it so you can have a full-time job and still go to school! You can't keep missing work!"
"What the hell are you talking about?" I said, getting mad, "I've been there every day I was scheduled since I started working there. This will only be a one-time thing, I swear."
"Never mind that," Terra said, trying to cover up her bald-faced lie about me missing work. I could hear her shuffling papers around, "Okay, here's what's going to happen," that's Terra for ya, always trying to control everything, "I'm going to come and get you so you don't miss work. But I can't leave until about 4:30, so expect me there at 5."
I grumbled something under my breath that she couldn't hear about how she was a bitch who had no business coming over to my house for any reason, but I accepted her offer. I didn't want to miss work, really, I needed the money and so did Mom for the bills.
I wasn't looking forward to seeing Terra anytime soon, true I would have seen her at work but then I didn't have to share a car ride with her. I decided to distract myself with my homework, or would have except I forgot my book bag in the back of my Aunt's car. Dammit, I was frustrated. I decided the best choice was just to veg out in front of the TV while I waited for my least favorite person to come over and take me to work.
After a bit though, I heard voices coming from outside. We lived close to a few other houses, but we definitely didn't live in suburbia, and hearing voices that close could only mean that someone was in the driveway. I figured it must be Terra, she probably only told me she would be later to fuck with me. She was a totally crappy person to me basically every second I was near her, so I really wouldn't put something like that past her. Instead, it was Mom. She had just pulled in and was gathering groceries from the back of her car, and Aunt Chelsea must have been circling the block or something because she pulled in right behind her as soon as she was out of the car.
I couldn't really hear them, but I cracked the window in the dining room and got down low so I could hear them. I really didn't want to piss off Aunt Chelsea anymore so I figured it was probably better if she didn't know I was still there. Of course, if she caught me spying that would probably be ten times worse, so I would have to be sure not to get caught. Still, I listened in from there, I was scared what my aunt and mother might say to one another and had to be sure things didn't go against me.
"Oh hello Chelse," Mom said casually to her sister, "Want to help me take the groceries in?"
Chelsea seemed distracted by something but seemed to mumble something in agreement, but I couldn't hear from where I was.
"Cool, thanks sis," Mom handed some groceries to my aunt and they both walked towards the front door. They would see me when they came in from that small perch so I moved around into the living room and got behind the couch, which was out of view from the kitchen and dining room where Mom took the groceries as I heard them talking.
"Thanks for helping me put these away," Mom said to her sister, totally cheerful, "so, just in the neighborhood?"
I heard Aunt Chelsea sigh, "No, I'm not. I want to talk to you about something but I'm not sure how just yet."
"Hmm," I leaned up to see over the top of the couch and saw Mom in the kitchen as she thought about this, "well, what kind of drink does this problem call for? Tea, wine, or something harder?"
Aunt Chelsea looked surprised by the question, then laughed and Mom laughed with her, I wasn't sure what was so funny, "Oh," Chelsea said after a minute, "If you have some tequila I wouldn't mind a shot..."
A few minutes later, and Mom and Aunt Chelsea were taking a shot each of tequila, "Bottoms up." Mom said as they drank.
"Whoo!" Chelsea said as she put the drink down, "How about another?"
"Alright," Mom grabbed her sister's shot glass and started pouring more tequila for both of them, "But, um, before we take these, uh, shots, uh, how about you tell me what it was you came over to, to talk to me about?" I could tell mom was already a bit tipsy even after only one shot. She never could hold her liquor.
"Hmm, how about we take this other shot first?" Chelsea said completely sober, I guess she got all the alcohol-tolerance genes from their parents and Mom just got the more sexually liberal genes. Well, I definitely wouldn't want that reversed. "Then," Chelsea continued, "I'll tell you."
They did their second shots and Mom was all smiles and rosy cheeks. "Hmm, nice and toasty," she said as the alcohol settled in her stomach, "So what do you want to talk to me about?" Mom said, giving a somewhat drunken smile to her sister, I had to say though, even a little sloshed my mother was still sexy.
Chelsea sighed, a little frustrated, and then grabbed the bottle from the table and took a long swig straight from the source.
"Don't hog it all!" Mom complained as she reached for the bottle from her sister's hands but Chelsea slapped it back down on the table and Mom ignored it.
"I'm not, your such a lightweight I had to do that to catch up!" Chelsea explained and they both had a laugh. Sisters, am I right? "Anyway, I came over to yell at you for being such a slut for your own son, no less."
Chelsea calling Mom a slut again made me want to run out from the couch and smack her but I held back, no reason to give up my cover over something so petty, but even though we fucked earlier I was still pretty angry at her for abandoning me here and not taking me to work like she said she would.
Mom surprised me and just rolled her eyes, "Oh please, I'm not a slut for being a good Mom."
"I don't know Beth, mothers aren't supposed to be giving their sons blowjobs, let alone do it in the middle of the dining room in front of his sister! And me! I mean, have you no shame, sister?" Chelsea said, starting to sound pretty sloshed as well now.
Mom smiled at her sister, "Of course I do, and I'm holding back. I mean, it's not like we've fucked or anything, though trust me, I've thought about it." Mom seemed to daydream for a minute, "I mean, you've got to admit, my son has a giant dick. I bet he could make me cum for days."
Holy shit! I couldn't believe it, Mom said she thought about fucking me! I was so fucking surprised my mouth was wide open and my cock was rock hard in my pants. I never expected to hear Mom say such a thing about me, I mean, blowjobs are one thing but she talks about those like they're her "motherly duty" or something, but actually fucking my mom! God, that thought made me horny.
Chelsea seemed distracted by the thought of my dick as well, "Yeah, it really does feel good when he's fucking your pussy."
Mom gave her sister a funny look. If she hadn't been drinking she might have noticed exactly what her sister said, "You mean, you
think
it would feel good, right?"
"Um, actually," Chelsea said as she cleared her throat, "I kind of have something to admit." Chelsea took a very deep breath before continuing, "You see, I picked your son up from school today, and on the way over here we-"
Uh oh, I thought, this couldn't happen. I knew Chelsea was just trying to start some shit between me and Mom by admitting that we fucked in her car on the way over. I did the only thing I could think to do, I stood up and cleared my throat.
"Oh, son," Mom said, surprised and did her best to hide the shot glassed (behind the tequila bottle), "Um, we weren't drinking or anything." Mom didn't like her children to see her drunk, probably because she only drank on occasion and when she did it was usually just a glass of wine.
"Aren't you supposed to be working?" Chelsea said, turning in her chair and glaring at me with pure hatred.
"Well, I would be if my ride didn't pull out at the last second," I pointed out as I walked around the couch and over to them.
As I did, Mom noticed the erection in my pants, "See what you did, Chelsea?" She drunkenly and angrily said to her sister, "Dan needs stress relief because of you arguing with him." She looked at me with naughtiness in her eyes, "Now come to mommy and I'll do whatever you need me to do in order to get all that nasty stress out of your system." As she said this last part she was already undoing my pants and reaching in to fish out my hard cock.
I glanced at Chelsea, but she was silently watching Mom's hands in my pants. She seemed to want to see my dick as much as mom did.