As usual, I was the last one up and about. Mom and Peg were cleaning up the kitchen from breakfast when I finally made it there. Both were still in robes even though it was approaching ten.
Mom hugged me, her big boobs pressing into me.
"Peg tells me you two did some bonding last night."
Is that what she calls it? I thought it was called fucking. Either way, I'm all for it.
"Yeah, we did. It's nice having someone to talk to since Dad is gone. Peg knows just the right things to say." And she can make love like nobody's business.
Peg stood at the sink but turned her head around, smiling. She blew me a kiss behind Mom's back.
"You guys must have looked at lots of houses yesterday. Peg's walking a little stiff this morning. You need to take it easy on her, Ryan. She's in good shape, but she's not seventeen. So, what's on the agenda for today?"
"No worries, Mom. I'll let her off easy today. Yeah, we got lots of exercise yesterday. I slept like a log as a result." My cock is a little stiff today, also.
"I'd like to check out a few places we didn't get to yesterday. Your mom wants to join me so you can take the day off, Ryan. I appreciate all you did for me yesterday. But you did wear me out." Peg winked at me and smiled.
The double entendres were driving me crazy. Both Peg and I knew exactly why she was walking stiffly. I hated to lie to Mom, but the truth was I did NOT want to take it easy on Aunt Peg. Given the opportunity, I would rather fuck her brains out. But I'd have to wait to see what would happen tonight. I was worried she might change her mind about our extracurricular activities at any time. I didn't want to get my hopes dashed, so I tried to play it cool.
An hour or so later, they were out the door after kisses and hugs for me.
I busied myself and finished the chores Mom had set out for me. I figured I had plenty of time before they returned, and I even cleaned my room again. Twice in one week–a record for sure. I reached under the mattress and pulled out my ancient Penthouse. Peg had said I wouldn't need it anymore, but that was instead of using her panties. I was well beyond the panty stage. I had tasted metaphorical honey, and now I was spoiled and craved the real thing.
I looked at the familiar pages, now spotted with evidence of my frequent masturbation. The couple simulating sex was perfect in every way: big boobs, big cock, big muscles, perfect tans. But I reminded myself that Peg said I was more than adequate. I pulled out my cock and compared it to the male model on the pages. With a few strokes, it swelled up nicely. Of course, the model in the Penthouse wasn't life-sized—just a color photo shrunk to fit on the page, but, regardless, I sized up nicely.
"What the hell." I threw the publication in the trash. I reminded myself to get rid of it so Mom wouldn't see it later. While I had my cock out, I decided to take advantage of my erection. I walked next door with my cock in my fist and entered Peg's room. As usual, it was neat and orderly, but I did find a pair of used panties on the closet floor. I wrapped them around my cock and sat on her bed.
Between the sight of my prick in the folds of Peg's panties and my memory of it sluicing in and out of her pussy, I got off in short order. The soft, silky underwear was the perfect medium after the real thing, and a step better than the sticky pages of a porn magazine. I retreated to my room and hid the panties in some dirty clothes, silently acknowledging that Mom had better not find them in my things.
Of course, I quickly forgot about them.
*****
When Peg and Mom returned, they had good news.
"I think we found a place that Peg is going to buy! It's not too far from here and is perfect. It's an older home with beautiful details but upgraded with modern appliances. It also has a pool and a nicely landscaped yard. You'll have to check it out."
Both Peg and Mom excitedly gave me the details. This was good and bad news. Peg would be living close to us for years to come, or so I assumed. But this meant that our late-night romps would probably disappear. I was in no hurry for the guest bedroom to be empty again. I tried to appear upbeat about the news, however.
Things had happened quickly. Peg made a cash offer on the spot, and the owners were happy to complete the deal. She wrote a check as a commitment for the sale, and the owners immediately changed the sign on the house from "For Sale" to "Pending." She would be moving in within a couple of weeks of the title search and other paperwork requirements. The house was partially furnished, although Peg assured us that she would replace much of the existing items with her own.
"Would you like to see it, Ryan? I've got the lockbox combination. We can run over there, and you can check it out."
Peg winked at me, and my hormones jumped. What did a wink mean at this point?
"Sure. Let's check it out."
We hopped in her car, and Peg excitedly told me of her immediate plans for changes already in her playbook for the property.
"I hope you can help out, Ryan. Your mom says you are pretty handy. I guess I can verify that! You've got all the right tools."
She reached over and squeezed my cock playfully.
"I imagine you are thinking about our relationship, Honey. Don't worry. I will be there for you whenever you need someone to talk to. What we have is special, Ryan. I wouldn't jeopardize that for the world. And, honestly, you've provided a wonderful service for me. Wait! That sounds wrong. You have helped me through a difficult time, and I won't forget that–ever! Last night was wonderful for me—although I am a little stiff today. And I see that you are, too."
She squeezed my cock again.
"Here we are."
*****
The house was gorgeous. I'd noticed it before, but only in passing. It appeared to be one of the nicer houses in an older section of town. The freshly painted trim stood out, and I could see the backyard was enclosed with a tall fence and thick privacy hedges.
We walked up the sidewalk, and after fiddling with the lockbox, Peg retrieved the key, and we were inside. Peg closed the door and then turned to me, smiling.
"Come here, you. I've been wanting to do this all day." She held out her arms, and we embraced. Peg kissed me: lightly at first and then passionately. Her firm breasts pressed into my chest, and my cock became instantly rigid.
"I've been thinking about last night over and over. I'm so glad I was your first, Ryan. But you are something else. I woke up twice and happily realized you were inside me again. That big cock of yours doesn't know when to quit. You are a wonderful lover, Ryan. As stiff as I am from last night, I would like to feel you in me again. And soon! I don't think I can wait until tonight. But I've got an idea. Follow me."
Peg grabbed my hand and led me to the large master bedroom. A king-sized bed covered with an abundance of decorative pillows beckoned us.
"We'll need to be careful and remove those pillows, but since I've already written a check as a commitment to buy, I'm ready to inaugurate the house the correct way. What do you think."
I could only smile at the thought of watching my cock slide into my beautiful, busty aunt once again.
Peg carefully piled the decorative pillows and bolsters on a nearby chair and turned down the bedspread to reveal black silk sheets underneath.
"Hmmm. Even better than expected. Take your clothes off so I can see that beautiful body of yours. I locked the front door with the deadbolt, so we won't be interrupted. Strange bed sex with my teenage lover. Saying that makes me horny."
In seconds, I was naked and sitting on the bed with my clothes piled on the floor. Peg slowly removed her T-shirt and shorts, revealing a lacy bra filled to overflowing with those fleshy globes and a pair of white panties. She turned her back to me.