Loving Aunt Brooke and my Mother, An evening at home with mum and Aunt Brooke

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“I understand though, Alan. And I don’t think it’s stupid at all.” My mother went up on tiptoe and planted a kiss on my mouth. “It’s lovely,” she said. “Beautiful, Alan.”

“Let’s go upstairs,” I growled, hands on her waist. I kissed her, the heat rising inside me, my cock at half-mast.

My mother returned the kiss, groaning into my mouth, her frontage pressed against me. “I don’t want to fuck,” she said. “After hearing you say that, the thing about love, I want to make love, Alan. I don’t want this time to be all rushed and sweaty.”

I seized the moment by saying, “All right, but I want to see you, mum. I want you to take off your nightie. I want you naked this time.”

I saw her throat work, trepidation in her expression. “I’m forty-seven,” sighed my mother. “I’m not a skinny girl, Alan. I’ve had three children.”

Without a verbal response I kissed her again. Gentle and tender, a sign of love. My mother moaned softly, squirming, my cock rigid between us.

“Come on,” I told her, turning away.

She followed, letting me lead her by one hand. Compliant, my mother came up stairs, moved over the landing, and past the bathroom where my aunt was drawing a bath. It’s a big house — five bedrooms and a home-office upstairs. I led my mother into her room and let go of her hand. Closed the door to give us privacy. Went to the bed where I turned on the lamp sitting on the three-tier drawer set near the head.

After lowering the blind and closing the curtains, I faced my mother and saw she hadn’t moved. She was standing near the door, edgy and nervous, chewing her lower lip while she eyed me with what looked like suspicion.

I stared at my mother and, with kindness tempered with steel, said, Take it off, mum.”

“Alan,” she murmured.

“Naked,” I said as soon as she started to speak. “I want this time to be skin on skin.”

In what was only just above a whisper, my mother said, “I’m not young like Brooke.”

“No, you’re different,” I said, “but you’re still beautiful, mum.”

I could tell she was close to balking. My mother was anxious, scared to show herself naked, comparing herself to her younger sister, my aunt who was closer to my age than hers.

“You have to say that, Alan. You’re my son.”

Sighing, exasperated, I walked around the bed. “But it’s still true. So what if you’re older? You take care of yourself. You’re pretty, got lovely hair … And I think your boobs are fantastic, mum. You’ve got a great body. You should be proud. Look,” I said, grabbing my dick. “Doesn’t this give you a clue about how sexy I think you are?”

My mother giggled when she looked at my length. Then, expression melting, eyes going vague, she breathed, “That’s a gorgeous cock. My baby’s grown up now, isn’t he? Big and strong and handsome.”

“Touch it, mum,” I said, keeping my voice low and hypnotic. “Feel how hard it is.”

My mother let out a sigh, fingers enclosed around my girth.

She stroked it and muttered, “Do you really want me to take off my nightie?”

Through a groan of pleasure, I said, “I really do, mum. Naked together. In your bed … We can pretend we’re married,” I breathed at the end, kissing my mother again.

Like before, the suggestion we could be a couple — a husband and wife — had an effect.

“That’s so lovely,” cooed my mother, smiling at me. “All right,” she added, breaking away. “But don’t forget, I’m not as young as Brooke.”

My mother moved away a few paces. She went towards the bed, stopped, threw a look over one shoulder, and then slid one skinny bootlace strap down her arm. She kept her back to me, the other strap slipping down so the whole diaphanous nightie whispered to the floor.

In an unthinking act, I started to crank my cock, thrilled by the shape of my mother from behind.

With her head still turned towards me, her eyes went wide. Then she trilled a surprised, “Oh God, look at you!”

“Look at you,” I croaked in reply. “Gorgeous,” I breathed.

“Don’t waste that,” my mother said, nodding towards my cock.

I let go and went to her, arms encircling her waist, my hard-on squeezed into the crease between her buttocks.

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