Awakenings Pt. 01

"Okay," she said softly. "I think you got everything." I withdrew my hands, and she sat up, wrapping the sheet around herself. She took her hands in mine, holding them up and looking at them. "I think I am going to make you my servant," she joked.

"I prefer masseuse," I said. She laughed, and slid off the bed, her sheet wrapped around her body like a makeshift dress.

"Well, I prefer massage servant, it has a nicer ring," she said. She bent down to kiss my forehead, and thanked me. She turned and walked to the bathroom, her back showing from an opening in the sheet. I waited until she went into the bathroom to look down on the mattress. I knew I was aroused, but as I looked down on the mattress and saw a wet spot where her pussy had been, I knew she had enjoyed her massage a little too much. I touched the slick fluid, feeling it with my fingers for a second. I walked on wobbly legs out the door, my erection uncomfortable and my shorts wet inside.

I went downstairs and finally ate, hoping to distract myself a little. It was a failed effort; I had had my hands all over her bare ass and tits, and she had gotten wet because of it. I was so hard, and my thoughts were racing around Jen, and my mom holding her tits. I was giving in to impulse, I knew, but I didn't care.

When mom came home, Jen came downstairs, wrapped in a sheet. She winked at me as she came into the kitchen. I felt a jolt when I realized she might still be wet, because I was still hard. Mom and Jen talked about some restaurant they were going to try that evening, and I snuck glances at Jen's sheet-clad body as I planned my own evening with friends. Eventually mom went upstairs and Jen sat down painfully on the couch, her sheet covering most of her as she settled in for what looked like a nap.

I heard my name being called gently from upstairs so I headed up to see Mom. She was in her room, and when I entered she was in the bathroom. She called for me to sit on the bed, and I did, and she opened the door and stepped out slowly. She was blushing, embarrassed by the very low-rise bikini she was wearing. It was not something you'd wear to a public pool, but we had our own so who cared? It was black, and barely contained her tits.

"What do you think? Be honest? Is the one piece better?"

"Can you turn around?" I asked with a smirk.

"Pervert," she said, but she did turn around slowly. I almost died when I got a view of her ass straining against the triangle of fabric. She finished her revolution and put her hands on her hips. "Well?"

"You look amazing," I said.

"Is my butt too big?" she asked, turning again.

"No!" I blurted out, causing her to laugh. She ran her hand through her hair nervously.

"If you're sure, then I have another one." She stepped into the bathroom again and emerged with a second bikini. This one was blue and white stripped. The bottom was even smaller. She set the black bikini on the counter. In her other hand she held the straps behind her back untied.

"Come here, and help me," she said.

I hesitated. I didn't want to stand up. She looked at me and put it together.

"Just stand up and come here," she said kindly. "I don't care, it's a normal reaction. Everyone gets them."

"It's not as obvious when a girl does," I said.

"Well if it makes it less embarrassing..." she said, letting go of her bikini straps. My mouth opened as her top fell to the floor. I stared at my mom's tits, awestruck. They were magnificent, with pert nipples. They were bigger than I had imagined, and hung with a firm gravity that made we want to cup them, to kiss them. She stood there, chest heaving, her eyes locked on me as she gestured to her hard nipples. "See? It's normal. Now stand up and come here."

I stood up, painfully aware of my erection pitching a tent in my shorts. I walked over to her, my dick leading the way. She waited for me, her hands on her hips, tits on display. She looked down at my erection just as I looked at her tits.

We stood there, her chest heaving and my dick throbbing, for what felt like forever. Finally, she laughed. "This is a little weird."

"Yeah," I said. "A little."

"But not too weird, right?" she asked, searching.

"I'm not asking you to stop," I said, making her laugh again.

"I didn't think you would," she said with a smirk. "Think you've seen enough? I've got to shower before Jen and I head out."

"Yeah," I croaked. "I guess."

She stepped forward and gave me a hug. Her tits pressed against my shirt as I put my hands around her bare back. She stepped back, her face inscrutable, and turned and headed to her bathroom. She stopped, looking over her shoulder with her back to me. She grinned mischievously, and pulled at the strings of her bikini bottom. She wiggled and it fell to the floor, her eyes trailing down to look at before she looked back up at me. I stared at her ass, my dick throbbing, as she walked into the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

I heard the water running and I looked down at the striped bikini bottom sitting on the floor. I bent over, on an impulse, and picked it up. I left the room quickly, shutting my bedroom door and flopping onto my bed. Her bikini in hand, I freed my swollen member and began stroking, thinking about her body, about my hands on her sister. I came quickly, exploding into her bikini. The fabric grew damp and warm in my hand as I soaked it in cum. I sat up, cleaning myself off with it and hiding it under my sheet as my body recovered from the intense climax.

My mom had just stripped for me. I had just felt up my aunt. What the hell was happening?

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning naked. I had jerked off three times throughout the night, each time coming on her bikini bottom. It was stiff with my dried cum. I tossed it lazily toward my laundry basket but missed. I made a note to pick it up and toss it into the washer as soon as possible, but when I wandered into the shower, all I could think about was the events of the day before, and wondering where today would lead. It seemed like anything was possible, and as I showered my mind raced.

My mom had sent a text while I was in the shower, asking me to check on Jen, and that she was going to work early. I grinned, pulling on a pair of shorts and t-shirt, and heading down the hall, all other thoughts driven from my head.

As I knocked on her door, I expected Jen to be up and waiting for me. She was, her ass covered by a sheet but otherwise naked, the sides of her tits showing as she lay on her stomach. She looked over at me and smiled as I approached. I sat down on the bed, looking her over.

"I look terrible," she said. She was peeling all over, her skin patches of tan, red, and white. I picked up the lotion, looking her over again.

"Flip over," I said gently. She paused, but I took the sheet and gently pulled if off of her, exposing her bare ass. Understanding, she rolled onto her back, her tits and pussy on display. She kept a neat bush, not too small and not overgrown. She looked at me, saying nothing, acting like this was completely normal.

"How bad do I look?" she asked, biting her lip.

"I'll need to get this everywhere," I said, brandishing the tub of lotion. She stretched and adjusted her pillow, her tits jiggling. I was about to get to work when she stopped me.

"Wait," she said gently, putting her hand on mine just as I was about to put lotion on it. "I have a request." I was expecting her to put a stipulation on where I could touch, but she just said, "take off your clothes. It's only fair."

"Fair?" I asked coyly.

"Yes, fair," she said. "I'm naked, you're seeing the whole show. Besides, I've already seen you naked in the morning. It's not like I haven't seen it."

"Well," I said as I stood up and took off my shirt. "You haven't seen it like this." I took off my shorts, my erect dick springing out and bobbing in the air in front of her. Her eyes were locked on it as she leaned back and gestured to her body with her hand.

"Get to work," she said with a grin, and closed her eyes. I knelt on the bed next to her, my dick throbbing as I put lotion on my hands. At this stage, I wasn't even sure if the lotion was helping, and I didn't care. I immediately went for her breasts, massaging lotion into them with both hands. I worked slowly, enjoying the feel and sights, moving to get her shoulders or stomach but always returning to her tits. I ventured a little and gently rolled her hard nipple between my fingers. She kept her eyes closed but squirmed as I touched her like that. I kept at it for a minute or two, then slid my hands down her stomach. Her breathing deepened as I traveled downward, finally touching her pubic hair.

"Roll over," I said gently, taking my hands off her. She opened her eyes and gave me a slightly disappointed look, but did as I asked. I knelt over her, rubbing her back gently, finally moving to her ass. As I did she spread her legs slightly, slowly raising her ass and spreading her legs more as I massaged her ass. I could see her pussy, wet, soaking the sheet she was laying on. My own pre-cum was dripping off my dick, a long, clear strand making contact with her ass cheek as I massaged her.

So far, everything had happened as I hoped it would. Thinking about how free she had been with her body, I took a calculated risk. Failure would mean unspeakable agony. Success? Well it was worth it for that. I took my hand, cupping her ass, giving her a gently squeeze. She said nothing, and I ran my hand down her ass, between her thighs, and over her pussy.

I braced myself, ready for her to yell and freak out as my hand slid over her slick labia and damp pubic hair. Instead, she moaned, and lifted her ass higher, spreading her legs more, giving me access. She moaned again as my fingers slid back and forth over her labia, coating me with her wetness.

I kept rubbing Jen's pussy, feeling light headed as she bucked her hips back, raising her ass even more. I took another risk, although I figured at this point it was almost a sure thing, and slid two fingers into her as my other hand focused on her clit.

The effect as almost instantaneous. Jen grunted, a primal, animal-like sound, and started thrusting backward, fucking my fingers as I rubbed her clit. She thrashed around, like she was in heat, her lust controlling her, as I fingered and rubbed her. I hit the upper inside wall of her vagina and she went wild, her entire body shuddering.

"Oh fuck," she gasped, and I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers as she came. I kept rubbing as she thrashed and bucked and moaned so loudly that I was glad mom was working. My hands were slick with her wetness and her ass jiggled violently as she came. I sank my fingers deep and rubbed her clit even faster, and she spread her legs wide and whimpered as her body thrashed on the bed. She suddenly blurted out "stop, please stop!" and I took my hands away quickly, putting them up in the air and feeling foolish for doing so.

She rolled over, her face flush and her eyes half closed. "Sorry," she said. "I couldn't take any more...it's been so long, and..."

Suddenly she pulled me down next to her on the bed. We were kissing, our bodies pressed together. My slick fingers found her ass and tits and she wrapped her hands around my dick. Her tongue flicked against mine as she stroked, her hands soft yet confident in their motion. I was so aroused that it took very little to get me off, and I came quickly, panting as I exploded in her hands.

Cum shot all over Jen's tits and stomach as she stroked me. She kept kissing me, violently, greedily, as she stroked every last bit of cum out of me. I ached from all of the orgasms I had over the last few days, but it was by far the best one yet. Finally spent, she broke away from me, laying on her back. She looked even more beautiful, covered in my semen, her pussy swollen and pink from getting fingered, her chest heaving.

"Well," she said. "That was fun."

"Yeah," I said.

"Was it weird?" she asked tentatively.

"No," I said. "Surprisingly not."

"Good," she said. "Just don't tell my sister." And with that, her hand resting lazily on a puddle of cum on her stomach, she closed her eyes, letting me know she wanted to rest.

I had another text from mom waiting for me when I got to my room. I sat down heavily on the bed, my dick dangling between my legs, finally satiated. Jerking off on my own had only kept things at bay; getting a handjob from Jen had truly spent my energy in a way I could not have anticipated. I supposed to taboo aspect of fingering one's aunt elevated the experience. Part of me still did not believe it had happened, despite all the evidence.

Mom's text asked me to join her for lunch. I looked at my watch, and took my time getting ready. As I got dressed I thought about Jen, and how willing she had been. I felt certain that it would happen, and soon. I felt my dick slowly resurrecting just thinking about the possibilities. When I left Jen was in her shower, I could hear her singing as the water ran. I called out that I was leaving, and headed to meet mom.

I had been bringing her lunch at the hospital for years. Everyone thought it was cute when I was younger, carrying up a lunch for her from the doctors' suite. The nurses still thought it was cute, and they all smiled and waved as I brought two boxed lunches down to her office. She was in scrubs, her tennis shoes propped up on her desk. She looked tired, but brightened up she saw me.

"Thanks," she said sweetly, taking the food and setting it on the desk between us. I started opening the boxes, and she looked around, nodding at my food choices. "All my favorites," she said, smiling.

"It's the least I could do," I said, feeling mildly guilty that I had just gotten off with her sister a few hours beforehand. Mom seemed not to mind Jen flaunting her body in front of me, and had seen my reaction to it yesterday, but one had to wonder how free-spirited mom was.

We ate, making small talk. Mom had performed three procedures that morning and had a two-hour break. She would be working late, and asked me to look after Jen.

"I think she was going to visit some friends of hers later," I said.

"Oh, good. I don't want you to feel obligated to entertain her. She's self-sufficient."

"Yeah," I said. "It's not a burden or anything. I don't mind."

"Ha," Mom said. "You don't mind because her tits are practically hanging out."

I choked on my drink, and she laughed and apologized. "Sorry," she said, "didn't mean to lay that on you like that."

"It's ok," I said, recovering. "Besides, you're one to talk. Yours were hanging out. So was your butt."

"True," she mused, biting her sandwich. She paused a moment before taking a drink of her tea and adding, "I was just curious, had you seen someone naked before?"

"Only on the internet," I admitted. "But it was much better in person."

"Even if it was me?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, then quickly added, "of course. You know, my friends give me grief all the time, they talk about how hot you are."

"Go on," she said, grinning.

"Well, just the usual teen brain at work. Comments. Your butt is a favorite topic."

"A favorite of yours, too," she said. "You did seem to enjoy it yesterday."

"I did," I admitted, blushing. She smiled, saying nothing for a while.

We finished lunch, and she sat up. I started to pack up the boxes but she stopped me. "Wait a second, can you help me with a little experiment?"

"Sure," I said.

"It's weird," she said, "fair warning." I nodded, and then she sat back and said, "can you take off your clothes?" I paused, surprised, and she said, "please."

It was odd, stripping off my clothes like that, but she had done the same thing yesterday, and I thought of that while I took off all my clothes. I paused midway, locking her office door, and then took off my shorts. I stood in front of her, completely naked, and she looked at me, almost clinically.

"What's the experiment?" I asked, a little nervous.

"Yesterday," she said, standing up, "you were pretty hard, it was obvious. But I didn't know if that was because I was naked, or because you had just felt up my sister while giving her a massage." She looked at my semi-flaccid dick, and then slipped the top of her scrubs over her head. She had a sports bra on, and she slipped that off, too, her tits making my dick harden. She slipped her pants and underwear off in one motion, and kicked off her shoes and socks. She was completely naked, two feet from me.

She had a neatly trimmed triangle of pubic hair, and a very fit body. I took it all in, greedily, wondering if this was going to be an ongoing thing with her. My eyes were all over her but hers were on my dick, which was rapidly growing and pointing up at her. Each heartbeat made it throb. I was fully erect, my head a little light as I looked her over. She turned slowly, letting me get a good look at her full ass, then turned to face me. "So, I can make you hard on my own."

"Very hard," I said, and she blushed.

"Really?" she said. Suddenly her phone buzzed, and she blushed and walked over to her desk to answer it. I watched her ass sway as she walked, but then stopped cold when my eyes ran down and looked at her scrubs on the floor. I had expected her to be wearing underwear, and had paid them no attention as she stripped them off. But instead of underwear, she had been wearing a bikini bottom. The striped one I had borrowed. I looked at it as she replied to a text, and I could see my dried cum all over it. I remembered throwing it and missing the laundry, but in my haste to see Jen I had not realized it was gone from my bedroom floor. Mom had been wearing a cum-splattered bikini all day.

"Sorry," she said, setting the phone down. "They were just letting me know they are bumping a procedure up, I've got thirty minutes only."

I took another calculated risk. I stepped up behind her and pressed myself against her. She uttered a gasp of surprised as my dick nestled into her ass crack, pointing straight up as my hands reached around her. My left hand found her tits, while my right hand moved down her stomach. She said nothing until I reached her pubic hair. It was faint, less than a whisper. "Do it. It's been so long," she said, and I slid my hand down her labia.

She was soaked.

Mom leaned her head back on me as I rubbed her clit, my hand already slick. My other hand squeezed one tit gently, and I slowly thrust against her body, fucking her ass crack. Her ass was so round, and thrusting against it like that felt like nothing I had ever experienced. I listened to her breathing, letting her body dictate the motion of my fingers. I worked swiftly, focused on her, thrusting against her ass on instinct.

"Will," she whispered, "I'm coming." And she sighed softly, her body tensing up. I kept rubbing her. She was controlled, unlike her sister, no doubt trying to keep quiet to avoid alerting anyone nearby. Her hand found my left, and she pressed my hand against her breast as I kept rubbing her clit. I gently pinched her nipple, still rubbing her and thrusting against her. She came a second time, this time letting out a whimper as her legs buckled a little.

She pulled my hand away from her pussy and I kept fucking her ass crack. She reached down and rubbed herself as I fucked her ass cheeks. I looked down and saw the head of my dick disappearing into her soft ass, only to reappear with each stroke. I was close to coming, and as her third orgasm took her I shot cum up her back. I came hard, each pulse shooting cum up her back and onto her ass. I kept going, until I had covered her back and ass with cum. I stepped back, my dick slowly softening, as she finished her orgasm and straightened up.

Mom reached down and picked up the bikini. It had become less stiff from being worn all day. She turned it inside out, and wiped her back and butt. She took her time, cleaning herself off. Then, to my surprise, she slipped it back on. I shuddered, it was so sexy. She pulled her sports bra on, and I too got dressed in silence. When we were both dressed, she kissed me once on the cheek.