When Mom indicated she wanted to chat with me about something, she had a Mona Lisa smile on her face. I thought I could read her well, but this time, I was flummoxed. She couldn't have guessed what was going on between Peg and me—at least I hoped so. I waited until Peg had gone upstairs, and then I found Mom in the den, reading.
"What's up, Buttercup?" I cheerfully sat on the ottoman opposite her. Our knees were almost touching.
Mom looked up and paused as if carefully selecting words to say.
"Ryan, I did some washing today and...."
Holy shit. Peg's cum soaked panties were in my laundry. I must have looked like I swallowed a turd when I realized what she was going to say. My brain went into panic mode as I searched for a plausible excuse.
"And I found a pair of woman's panties in your clothes pile. They're definitely not mine. So I'm wondering who they belong to and how did they get there?"
I put on a look that would have been appropriate for an impossible "Jeopardy" question in the category, "Lies you've told your mother." Next came the Eureka moment. I almost raised a finger to punctuate my discovery.
"I've got it! Maybe Peg threw them there. She probably figured you'd be washing clothes, and my pile was convenient."
Mom looked anything but convinced.
"I also found an old Penthouse magazine in the trash. I'm guessing that was not Peg's." She smirked. "Ryan, you're old enough to be considered a man. I know guys your age have needs, and I don't want to be intrusive. I'm sorry that your dad isn't here to give you advice, but I am willing to listen. I'm open-minded, and I'm not a prude. If you have things you want to ask, I'd be happy to have a frank conversation with you at any time on any subject.
"Sure, Mom. I appreciate that. I'll keep it in mind." At that moment, my mind drifted to a picture of Mom's sister sitting on my lap with my cock buried in her as I sucked on her big tits. "Thanks. Anything else?"
"Just one more thing. Peg needs her privacy. I hope you are not going into her room uninvited. For any reason."
"Of course not." I only fuck her when she invites me first. "I completely understand."
"Good. Then keep my offer in mind. I'd be happy to talk to you about girl stuff, or even guy stuff. Just ask."
"Okay, Mom. Thanks. I do appreciate that."
But the questions I had at the time were just a tad too personal, I figured. Like–when you are having sex and you have to fart, what do you do? Or, if I stick my finger in a woman's ass when we are fucking, how deep should I go, and how long should I keep it there?
No way was Mom THAT open-minded.
Regardless, I did feel bad about not telling her the truth. It's too embarrassing to explain to your mother that the panties were calling your name, so you beat off in them. No way was I going to try to explain how her sister had introduced me to the wonders of sex, starting with a handjob and ending with actual intercourse. Besides, Peg and I had made a pact that no one would ever hear about our escapades. I also knew that finding a replacement for Peg was probably years away, and I didn't want to ruin a good thing.
It was reasonably clear to me that Peg was enjoying guilt-free sex as much as I was. Well, maybe guilt-free was not accurate, but "strings-free" was a fair descriptor. We were never going to have a romantic relationship, given our ages and the fact that she was my aunt. Still, I could dream. Living with Peg wouldn't be the worst thing in the world except in the eyes of just about every other human. Our Southern small town would erupt in torches if people knew about us.
So, for now, the status quo was just fine. Peg and I continued to connect both physically and emotionally, just not as often. Mom must have sensed something. I noticed that she changed as well after our "talk." Perhaps it was my imagination, but Mom started dressing more provocatively around the house.
Both Mom and Peg had voluptuous bodies, to be sure. I never really thought about Mom in that way, but with Peg as a semi-regular partner in sex, I realized Mom probably looked just as good until she put a few pounds on as she dealt with Dad's cancer and eventual death. She had big boobs, like Peg. Maybe even bigger. They hung lower, but it seemed like she was going braless more often with Peg's arrival, and her nipples were out there as a result. Protruding nipples always turned me on, so I did feel guilt whenever I felt my cock stiffen in Mom's presence. Getting a boner over my aunt was one thing, but fantasizing about Mom? Yeesh!
Those thoughts need to be preserved for therapy sessions.
When Peg finally did move out, I was selfishly saddened. However, she did comfort me by reminding me that I was only a few minutes away and that she still had needs. I knew, though, that sooner or later she would find someone else. And she did. The first time I heard Tommy's name, I cringed.
Tommy was a firefighter locally and had met Peg when she had a minor fire due to an electrical short in her shed. He was handsome and single. His nearly nude body on the annual fireman's fundraising calendar was a hit with all the MILFs in town. Peg had dated him several times since then.
Mom noticed my depression and finally asked about it.
"Ryan, what's bothering you? I know something is wrong. You seem out of it lately. Anything I can do to help? Are you upset because your aunt is no longer living here?"
Women's intuition being what it is, moms have a sixth sense about these things. We were done with dinner and watching an old movie when she interrupted my reverie. I had been thinking about Peg with another guy. They were in bed, and he was where I should be–between her legs and plowing an engorged cock in her tight pussy.
"Oh, it's nothing. Yeah, I guess I do miss Peg a bit. It was fun having her around. You know...."
"It's not like she's gone. She's close by, Honey. And remember, I promised I would be here for you. We can talk about anything, okay? Come over here and sit by me. I have some things to talk about with you. I've been holding back."
Oh, oh, I thought. She couldn't know about me and Peg. I moved next to her on the couch, and she held my hand.
"Peg made me realize a few things, too. You are no longer a boy. You're the man of the house. I see your father in you every day more and more. You not only look like him, but you even have his mannerisms. Like the way you laugh. But I also remember you as a little boy and even an infant."
I smiled at the thought of my tricycle racing down the driveway.
"Never mind–those days are gone. You are a man now. And a handsome one, as Peg discovered. Ryan..." she paused and frowned. We were looking at each other only inches separating our faces. "Ryan, I know what you and Peg were doing."
My face must have registered shock. Oh, fuck. What now? I tried to look innocent. It wasn't a look I was good at.
"I wondered why you were spending so much in your bedroom when Peg was here. And one night, I could hear the two of you. It sounded like lovemaking, and I was curious. I went upstairs, and I saw your door was open, but you were gone. And then I heard both of you in the guest room. What you were doing was obvious. I knew you had been masturbating frequently. I clean your underwear, remember? I knew Peg was attracted to you sexually as well as in other ways. I figured she was a good person to show you real love."
I didn't know what to say. I just sat there looking at my feet. Mom still held my hand in both of hers.
"This is hard for me, Honey. Since your dad died, you were my only salvation, and then Peg came along, and suddenly I was out of the picture. Knowing that you, my son, were making love to my sister was a hard pill to swallow. To be honest, I was jealous. I could hear her moaning your name and the bed squeaking. I haven't had sex in months, and I need to, but little chance of getting my itches scratched. I know that sounds terrible, doesn't it? Talking to my son about my needs. You probably think your mother is a slut or something similar."
"Mom, I am so sorry. Things with Peg just happened. And it seemed so natural. Before I knew it, we were in bed together. I was a virgin, and she showed me how wonderful making love can be. The fact that she is my aunt didn't bother either of us. She needed me as much as I needed her at that moment. I never imagined that you would be jealous. I just figured you would come unglued if you found out I was making love with my aunt."
"It was a little of both, but then I realized that Peg would show you what a woman needs from a man. But it was difficult going to bed at night knowing you two were probably having sex."
Mom had tears in her eyes. I felt like shit. Here I had been screwing her sister and never gave a thought to my own mother's needs. I should have realized that she was lonely. She and Dad used to flirt openly in front of me. Part of my shyness growing up was sort of an ironic reaction to their openness. Now, I was having sex regularly, and she was alone.
