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Naughty Time Ch. 01

By: Many Feathers



As I'd been prone to do lately, I was up late again surfing the web, enjoying a few of my favorite erotic web sites. I'd just finished my quarterly exams and was looking forward to Spring Break, though unlike a lot of my college buddies, I couldn't afford to go anywhere. Still, it meant a bit of time off to sit back, relax...even sleep in. Which was one of the reasons I happened to be up this late.

It was naughty time. 

I glanced at the clock on the wall in my bedroom, it was just then 10:50 p.m.

"Ten more minutes and she should be on line," I said to myself, already becoming aroused just thinking about it. About her.

Though I still lived at home, primarily for financial reasons, my parents had basically created an apartment of my own downstairs. I had a small kitchenette, though I rarely if ever used it. My own fairly large bedroom with a small sitting room within. I of course had my own shower as well, and all the amenities that made it feel just like an apartment. Even mom and dad knocked on the downstairs door waiting to be invited in before actually doing so. For the time being at least, I had plenty of privacy and space to spread out in. After I graduated, a year or so from now, I hoped that with a decent paying job that I'd finally get out and move into a place of my own.

But for now, I paid my folks rent, which they were most grateful for, and it didn't cost me an arm and a leg doing that, and putting myself through school either.

The one really downside to all of this had been the fact I didn't have a decent set of wheels at the time. Close enough to the University, I took other transportation, rode my old bike, or occasionally borrowed mom and dad's car whenever they didn't need to use it. Unfortunately, it was a luxury I couldn't afford at the moment, though that too I was working towards. But...not having transportation also made dating a lot harder to do to. And that was one of the main reasons I currently wasn't seeing or dating anyone, besides my own hand.

And it's not like I was a nerdy, or a geeky looking guy either. Reasonably attractive, or so I'd been told anyway. Though I certainly wasn't a jock, or worked out every day either. Still, I'd had my fair share of attractive women myself, and until lately anyway, I hadn't had any complaints in the bedroom department either.

But the fact was, because of all this, I had turned towards the Internet for my sexual release and amusement. And it had been while doing that, that I'd signed onto a website were couples met, chatted, got to know one another (very often intimately) and on occasion, sometimes even met. So far, nothing like that had been offered up, but I had been enjoying a few steamy chat-room sessions with what I knew to be an older woman. The only name I knew her by was her sign-on, which happened to be "Naughty Time".

Yeah, now I know...I'd heard it all before. That maybe some of these people claiming to be women, were in fact actually men. And in the beginning, I'd been nervous about that a little. But over time, several weeks now in fact, after getting to know "her" and some of the things we'd discussed, shared, I was ninety-nine percent sure she was in fact who she said she was. And as such, had begun loosening myself up a little. It had been a very slow and gradual thing with us too, another reason I was fairly confident that it really was a she, and not a he. Had it been otherwise, I seriously doubted it would have taken us this long to actually start talking about, or discussing sex. Something we'd only just really gotten into doing, not counting last night of course. Our last chat in fact the night before had gotten pretty hot and steamy. So much so, I had actually jerked off while talking to her, and according to what she'd shared and told me, so had she. Needless to say I was looking forward to another hot "naughty" erotic session with her again tonight.

I had already logged on to the website, just waiting. In the meantime browsing a few other websites, looking at porn, watching a few videos, and arousing myself. Mom and dad had retired to bed quite some time ago, so I knew there was virtually no chance either one of them would find any reason to come downstairs and disturb me. As such, I was now sitting there naked, stroking and fondling my hard cock in anticipation of her soon signing on. When I heard the "ping" of an instant message waiting for me, I immediately brought it up in order to read it. Sure enough...it was her.

Naughty time: "I'm horny....you?"

My online screen name was "Home Alone," maybe it wasn't too sexy, or very original, but it was the best I'd been able to come up with on short notice when I'd signed on the first time.

Home Alone: "Very. Hard as a rock now!"

She responded back with an LOL, along with an EWG, then adding..."Wish I could see that."

I did have a web cam, and wondered if she did. So I sent her the message telling her I had one, and that if she really did want to see me, I'd turn it on for her. Her response back wasn't nearly as quick as they usually were, and I wondered for a moment if maybe I'd been wrong about her all along. Maybe "she" wasn't a she at all...but really a guy after all. To my relief however, she responded back moments later.

Naughty Time: "I have one too. But to be honest, I've never used it," she told me. "I have to be careful...can't show you my face. Sorry. But if you can accept that...then I'll turn it on for you."

I felt genuinely relieved. If she was willing to do that at least, then she really was for real. I responded back.

"Agreed. No faces...just naughty bits, how's that sound?"

"Sounds perfect, I'm looking forward to it," and then, "Wait one."

Seconds later I got a prompt from her, inviting me to view her web cam. I likewise connected, doing the same, turning my own web-cam on, quickly adjusting it so that it was totally focused on my hard erect cock. Which is about all she could see as it basically filled the screen.

"Wow! You're big!" she typed, as the image of her came up, likewise filling in the view I now had of her, which was two fairly good-sized breasts sitting there staring at me, which is about all I could see of her too. But it was good enough in anyone's book. She had great looking tits, and especially as she was obviously much older than I. No, they weren't firm perky breasts of some twenty-something, but that wasn't what I was interested in either. I'd always been partial to older women for some odd reason. So seeing these mature full breasts that tended to rest against her ribcage a bit more than they might on a much younger woman, was still more alluring to me and sensual than anyone else's I had seen. It was also the main reason I tended to browse the "older mature" photo and video sites, not to mention setting up the filter on the website when I joined, inviting mature older women who'd like to chat to contact me as opposed to letting just any woman at any age do so.

"I love your 'tits'," I typed, remembering. She had told me a few days ago, she liked the more obscene, decadent sounding words whenever she was aroused. "Breasts where what woman called one another's," she'd told me. "But tits...was a naughty word, which she preferred using whenever discussing them, or talking about sexual matters regarding them. Boobs was for young girls, tits were for mature, horny women.

"I like your prick," she'd responded back. She liked the word cock too, but she said it was almost used too much, and thus had slightly lessened the erotic sensuality of describing a man's member, though she liked that word too, over cock. Penis of course was too clinical, whereas prick at least, had a naughty feel and sound to it, according to her anyway.

"I'd like my prick between your tits," I had typed back. "I bet it would feel heavenly, fucking them, squirting my juice between them."

"It would feel heavenly for me, jacking you off with them too," she responded back, and then adding. "I am so fucking wet just thinking about it. Wish you could hear the sounds my fingers are making inside my pussy while I'm sitting here playing with myself."

Maybe I couldn't hear her, but I could sure see how wet she was. And she could likewise see how juicy I was getting too as I squeezed my dick, a fat juicy dollop of precum oozing out of the tip which I quickly gathered up with my finger, smearing it around the head of my cock.

"Oh, I wish I was doing that," she said, the camera now pointing further down at her pussy, showing me a nice close up of her cunt, her lips glistening with juice, her fingers now taunting her hard extended little clit as she captured it, pinching it and showing it to me.

"I wish I was licking you too," I told her. I'd love to be sucking that hard amazing clit of yours," I said stroking my cock for her, showing her just how fucking hard I really was.

"I want to watch you cum, see you squirt," she told me. "Will you do that for me baby? Cum for me? Cum hard? Give me a big messy, juicy squirt?"

Just watching her as she fingered herself, playing with her clit, suddenly slapping it a bit with her hand was enough to get me off. I quickly typed "soon" that was all, and then sat back away from the keyboard just enough so she could watch it, watch me, without squirting all over my monitor or keyboard. I then watched as she did the same, giving me more of an exceptional view of her magnificent tits, and pussy at the same time. The moment she did that, I felt the tightening in my balls, the churning surge as my come raced up the length of my shaft. I quit stroking it, though only long enough to momentarily fight against the onslaught, forcing it to erupt by itself, making the orgasm even more intense before helping it along.

"Oh fuck!" I cried out, wishing she could hear it, hear me crying out my pleasure, my joy...my excitement. But I did see it.

Staring at my monitor, I watched her as well. Watched her hand as it came up to clasp one of her breasts. Her fingers forcefully pulling on her nipple now, stretching it out, thus lifting her breast as she did. Her other hand a blur on screen, almost too fast for the web-cam to capture as she obviously frigged her own clit violently. It was a pure joy to watch, watching her cum, seconds later a surge of clear juice emerging from her cunt, surprising me a little, yet exciting me beyond measure.

I continued to spurt, though the orgasm itself was now lessening. No longer the ropes of sperm shooting out of the end of my prick, but continuing to ooze, running down the sides of my shaft and onto my hands where I continued to milk my prick, forcing out each and every last drop of my spending.

"God I wish I could clean you off, lick it all up...suck you down," she typed. "That felt so good...watching you, watching you cum just as I did."

"That really was amazing, seeing you cum too, actually seeing you. Do you always squirt like that?" I had to ask.

She gave me another LOL. "Not always, but usually when I am exceedingly horny, like I was tonight," she said.

"Do you enjoy being horny?" I now asked. "I mean...do you enjoy arousing yourself during the day?"

"Sometimes," she confessed. "I do...why?"

"Because I'd love it if you'd do something for me," I asked her.

"What?"

"Do you own a vibrator?"

"No, I don't. My husband, or rather my ex-husband I mean, would have killed me if he ever caught me using one," she said. "So I never did bother to get one, even now," she added. I had wondered about that, an inadvertent slip perhaps...but I didn't pursue it. "I have used other things though," she said giving me another LOL. "Why do you ask?"

The thought of that gave me another idea, even more wicked than the one I'd been toying with.

"Ever used a banana? Cucumber? Zucchini?"

"Naughty boy," she then said. And then said, "Yes. What do you want me to do?"

"Wear it...all day if you can, put one of those up inside yourself, hold it in with a pair of panties...and then tomorrow night, sitting here, show me...use it on yourself and come for me with it."

"OMG!" She responded back...hesitating for a moment while she thought about it before typing anything more. "OK, I will...but then, you're going to have to do something special for me too!" She said.

"I will, I promise," I told her.

We signed off after that, it was late, now nearing one in the morning. At least I could sleep in a little, though I did have plans to go grocery shopping sometime during the day. Beyond that, I only had time to myself. Time to fantasize, time to imagine...and time to wonder what "Naughty Time" was feeling while doing all that.

I was already anxious for tomorrow night.

**

When I finally got up and came upstairs, mom had just gotten home from dropping dad off at the airport. He'd be out of town on business for a few days, or so he said anyway. For several years now their marriage had been one of convenience more than anything I think. I couldn't even for the life of me imagine them still having sex either, though they still must have from time to time, whenever dad got horny...or wasn't scheduled to be out of town. And I honestly felt sorry for her, it wasn't like mom still wasn't attractive, because she was. Sure, she wasn't exactly svelte, had put on a few more pounds than she would have liked, and even had a bit of grey hair now intermingled with her reddish brown. But all in all...I still found her to be an attractive woman, even if she was my own mother, and had told her so.

She blushed at the comment, trying to pass it off, ignoring me. "Sit down...eat, and don't dawdle too long doing it. I need to get to the grocery store, we're just about out of everything."

I had assumed we'd be going later, but now she seemed to be in a bit of a rush, so I hurriedly ate, and then ran back downstairs to dress. She was waiting for me almost impatiently at the door when I came back up, but at least she was smiling at me when I arrived.

The moment we got to the store, she headed over to the produce aisle. A bit out of the norm perhaps, as usually we started at the other end, and then ended up there. But today obviously she'd decided to go there first, so I followed her, pushing along with the cart. I stood patiently waiting while she picked up a bunch of semi-ripened bananas, tossing them into the cart before moving along, next stopping where the cucumbers were displayed. She picked several examining them putting a couple of them back, picking others, finally selecting two. She then moved on, locating the Zucchini, where the entire process was repeated again.

"What are we having for dinner?" I asked.

"Oh, I thought perhaps we'd have a nice tossed green salad tonight. It would be nice not having to cook a big meal for a change. Been a while since we've had something good and wholesome don't you think?" She was right about that. Dad had always been a meat and potatoes kind of guy, so it was rare that we had anything much different than that. Admittedly, I was now sort of looking forward to that myself. 

"I'll help you cut everything up later, maybe we can relax, have a glass of wine, maybe even watch a movie together," I suggested.

"I'd like that, but...the fact of the matter is, your aunts coming over pretty soon. She's planning on having dinner with us. She knows Harold will be out of town for a few days, and you know how much she dislikes visiting whenever he's here. Hope you don't mind," she told me. 

"Oh no, not at all, I like Aunt Kathy, she reminds me of you a lot," I said. "Too bad the two of you don't spend a lot more time together as it is."

"Besides, wouldn't you rather be going out...with a girl perhaps, instead of hanging around here all evening with two old ladies?"

"For one, you two aren't old, Kathy's what, one? Two years older than you?"

"Yeah, but she looks ten years younger than I do!" Mom quipped.

"No she doesn't. But she's also a lot more independent and outgoing that you are too mom. Ever since she left Uncle Fred years ago, she's been much happier, far more content, just like you used to be. Maybe, some of that will rub off on you," I hinted without coming right out and saying it. But I could see by the look in mom's eyes, she got my meaning.

"Never mind that, we need to finish up here and get home again. I still have a few more chores to do!"

We soon after finished our shopping, and then rolled out several bags of groceries out to the car. "Here, you put these in the trunk, she said handing me the keys to open it, taking a few of the smaller bags, mostly the fruits and vegetables we had purchased, and began putting those into the back seat. As she leaned in doing that, just as I began lifting out the other bags, I caught a nice view of her legs. It wasn't often than mom actually wore a dress, or even a skirt, but she was doing so today, and once again it reminded me of how nice she looked.

"You know mom, you really should wear a dress more often, you really do have great legs you know!" 

"Thank you," she blushed. "I'm glad you still think so, not sure your father does, he rarely even notices me anymore," she said looking a bit sad-eyed.

"Yeah, I know," I offered turning to put away the rest of the groceries as she all but climbed in to the back seat for a moment, before reemerging to sit back up in front with me as we drove home in order to put everything away.

We soon after began doing that, standing side by side in the kitchen while mom handed me stuff, which I then put away. Including the somewhat green bananas that I placed in the bowl on the kitchen table.

"Wasn't there five of these?" I then asked, seeing that one of them appeared to be missing.

"No...I don't think so, I'm pretty sure I only purchased four," she told me. "Or perhaps, one of them broke off and dropped someplace."

"Maybe in the car, in the back seat," I suggested. "I'll go out and look for it later just in case it did."

Mom just smiled at me nodding her head, and then informed me she had other things to do, and that I could run along back to my room if I wanted to. Which I was grateful to do, wanting to spend some more alone time, browsing the net, getting myself good and aroused for this evening, just as I hoped "Naughty Time" would be doing.

**

I'd gotten so involved in browsing the net, in particular one site where all the women posting personal photos on it were considered "mature", that I didn't hear the quick brief knock on my door for a second. By then, my Aunt Kathy having made her presence known, simply opened the door walking in.

Unlike mom and dad, she didn't stand there and wait to be invited inside, especially as I hadn't locked the door. Thank god I wasn't naked. Bad enough I had to hurriedly shut down the screen. Worse, that I was sitting there with an erection, having to wait just for a second as she closed the distance between us coming over to give me a hug. Only then did I stand when she was close enough that she wouldn't have seen the tent I'd created in my jeans. I hugged her, bowing in the middle just a bit to ensure that I wasn't pressing anything against her that would give away my predicament.

"Studying?" She asked.

I doubt she had seen anything, though I know I looked flush in the face by the time she had reached me. I could feel it.

"No, not really. Spring break," I said lamely sitting down again, inviting her to do so as well, though she sat down on the corner of my bed when she did.

"And you're spending it here?" She asked surprised that I would be. "You should be out chasing a few bikini clad girls rather than wasting your time hanging around here!" She said exasperatedly.

I don't know why I said it, but I did. Maybe it was because I was after all still damn fucking horny sitting there. But my Aunt Kathy, ever since her divorce, had tended to wear somewhat revealing clothing. She might have been sixty-one, but I'm here to tell you, she looked a hell of a lot sexier than most women my age did. Like mom, she too had a nice set of breasts, though she tended to let them "hint" at you a bit more than mom ever would. Even now, the blouse she was wearing had one more button undone on it than most women would feel appropriate wearing that way. As such, when she leaned forward even a little bit, you caught a glimpse of her well rounded, smooth orbs peeking out at you, along with a bit of lacy edge to her bra as she also tended to wear far more sexier one's than was also otherwise normal. I'd even seen her go without one before when she'd worn cashmere pullover sweaters and such in times past.


Naughty Time Ch. 01



"I'm not really into young women, or even a lot of women my own age," I informed her. "So it's obviously a bit more difficult for me, finding someone a bit older who is interested in any kind of a long-term, more formal, or even intimate relationship with someone like me."

I saw my Aunt's eyes suddenly turn into saucers at the revelation, along with a hidden smile on her face that she'd allowed herself to show. 

"I see," she mused. "Well...let me say this, I for one would find someone like you a blessing in disguise," she chuckled. "Not many women my age, or your mother's age, are lucky enough to even consider having a younger man for a companion, or lover. Usually, it's the other way around, which is why I'm no longer married to Fred," she laughed finally standing up. "Anyway, I just thought I'd come down and say hello. Your mom and I are putting dinner together here shortly, we'll call you up when it's ready," she turned heading towards the door, once again stopping, looking back and smiling at me. "You can bring your naughty pictures back up if you'd like," she laughed. "Though I would have been interested in seeing them as well," she added, and then left before I could comment on what she'd just said.

**

Dinner was a delight. Not only because of the fair we'd been eating lately, but because my mother was acting far more animate than she'd been lately. Laughing, telling off-colored jokes even with me there, and generally having a really good time. I had my Aunt Kathy to thank for that though, somehow she always did bring the best out in mom whenever the two of them where together. Though I also attributed part of her more relaxed attitude towards the two bottles of wine we'd already managed to polish off. Even then, there seemed to be a bit more going on as well, which they'd obviously, and somewhat secretively kept from me. I'd caught them more than once leaning over, whispering, giggling like school girls over a dirty secret, laughing openly about whatever it was, and then hushing one another if I got too close, or too curious about what it was that had been said.

At least they were obviously having fun, and I just assumed they were no doubt making and sharing rude comments about dad, or possibly old Uncle Fred. There was one very strange thing however, that I almost didn't see, which had thrown both mom and Aunt Kathy into fits of giggles afterwards, though they both refused to tell me what had happened, or why they had.

I was just bringing in the last of the dinner dishes from the dining room table when I walked into the kitchen, mom spun around towards me faster than you could blink an eye. She and my Aunt standing at the sink washing and drying the dishes, or so it appeared anyway. When I walked in. For the briefest of moments, as she spun, it was clearly obvious that the back of her sundress had been hiked up. My Aunt's hand just then pulling away as mom spun around. It came down of course, immediately as she accepted the last of the now empty wine glasses from me.

"Thank you," she nearly burst out laughing, her face beet red handing off the glasses to my aunt, and then almost as quickly collapsing down into one of the nearby kitchen chairs.

"Are you ok?" I asked worriedly having watched her do that.

"I'm fine," she still giggled as Kathy too stood at the sink likewise chuckling to herself. I figured then it had to be the wine, and since mom really wasn't much of a drinker, it had gotten to her pretty quickly, even though we'd just eaten. Still that didn't account for the reason my Aunt had had her hand on my mom's ass, though I then figured it was just the two of them fooling around, annoying one another the way they must have done when growing up together.

Having finished up with everything, I then turned to leave the two of them alone, let them get back to their own silliness. Which is when I looked over towards the fruit bowl only to discover that two of the bananas I had put there this morning were gone. That in and of itself wouldn't have been odd...but the fact they weren't quite ripe yet, and now missing...was.

I headed back down the stairs to my room without saying a word, though still trying to puzzle it all out. And then I laughed. "No way!" Mom would certainly never do anything like that...maybe my Aunt Kathy would, though it was possible she had coaxed, or convinced her into doing something like that. But once again, I was more inclined to think I was allowing my own wild imagination to run away with me than consider the other possibility as realistic. Especially as I myself had suggested something similar to "Naughty Time," asking her to use some sort of fruit on herself for me. Still, stranger things had happened, and whenever those two got together, that was usually the case. Even so, I still couldn't quite imagine or accept that as being very logical, and assumed there had to be another explanation for the two missing bananas.

When I reached my room I glanced at the clock, I still had three hours to go before hopefully, "Naughty Time" would be on line again. Mom said they'd call me again when coffee was ready, which would be served along with some pie that we'd also picked up at the store for dissert. That would maybe kill another hour at least, after which, I'd feign being tired, and say my goodnights, and then retire back to my room for the night. A short time later I heard my Aunt Kathy knocking on my door again, this time seemingly waiting to be invited in, which I did.

"Come on in!" I called out having immediately and safely closed down my browser, so that now a game appeared instead, which looked like I'd been playing as Kathy opened the door walking in. She immediately glanced over, somewhat surprised to see that perhaps, expecting something else.

The thing I noticed however, was that she'd changed since the last time I'd seen her standing in the kitchen. It wasn't exactly a nightgown, or something too terribly revealing or even sexy...and yet it still was. Mainly because of who was wearing it, and especially this early in the evening still. What she had on was a thin breast hugging satin like beige colored camisole that did little if anything to hide the contours or fullness of my Aunt's magnificent full breasts. Even the shadow of her dark colored nipples could be seen, not to mention the hard tipped little points pressing against the clingy material. The bottoms where comfortable looking full boxer types, giving her the appearance of modesty in a sense, yet simultaneously hinting at sexiness, especially the way she looked while wearing them.

"Coffee and deserts ready," she announced taking notice of the fact I was staring at her. "You like?" She suddenly added seeing the look in my face. "Just got it today, thought I'd put it on and show your mother, damn fucking comfortable," she added.

That did make me laugh, and likewise helped me to close my mouth again, which I only then realized was hanging open. That was a word I'd never once heard mom use, and had never heard my Aunt Kathy use it around mom either, though it wasn't the first, and no doubt the last time she'd use it around me.

"Looks like it would be," I finally said finding my voice, only then tearing my eyes away from those sensual peeking nipples poking out at me. "You look great in it Aunt Kathy," I told her sincerely, though once again feeling my face flushing a little.

"You're just saying that because I happen to be one of those older women you enjoy jerking off too," she then said.

I figured it was the wine talking, though she had in the past teased and messed around with me like that before, though perhaps not to such an intimate extent as she just had. The thing was however, I had also in the past entertained one or two fantasies regarding my own Aunt, masturbating furiously, conjuring up impossible scenarios while getting my rocks off. But never before, even with the way she most normally dressed, had I been given quite this much of a view, or a hint as to how those breasts of hers really looked, let alone anything else.

But...being as horny I now was, obviously looking forward to later, seeing my Aunt dressed as she was, standing there in front of me, and using the wine as an excuse perhaps to take advantage of the situation, I decided to fight back, at least for the naughty fun of it anyway.

"Well, if half the women looked as good as you do right now, I'd probably be doing that a lot more often!" I responded back, surprised at myself for doing so, though she seemed to take it in stride, responding back.

"So you think I'm good enough to be jerk off material huh?" she quipped, and I swear her nipples seemed to grow some having just said that, though maybe it was the way she suddenly stretched her arms up over her head, purposely causing them to do so which did it. Either way, I was suddenly hard as a rock sitting here, which she then pointedly looked down towards. "Please don't tell me you got that playing a game. No way could it already be that hard in just the few seconds that I've been standing here." 

Now that comment floored me. It was one thing to hint, suggest, even to tease about perhaps. But now she was staring directly down at my crotch, and making no bones about the fact that she was, or that she could clearly see my arousal. And the fact there was no point in trying to cover it up, or hide it was obvious. I clearly was.

"You caught me," I said instead. "No...admittedly Kath," I said using the shortened version of my Aunt's name, which I sometimes did whenever we'd spoken less formally, even more intimate in the past when I'd come to her with some question or concern as I long ago used to do. "I was indeed looking at a few sites just before you came down. Don't want to embarrass anyone having them walking in...seeing what I've been looking at."

"Show me," she then said walking over to lean over my shoulder. "I'm curious...and interested," she then added very seriously.

I couldn't believe I was actually showing her, but I quickly killed my dummy game, and brought up the page I'd been on once again. Her eyes widened a little when I did. There was an entire page of them, older women. Some of them just posing alone, though obviously touching themselves. Others...very much involved in some decadent, obscene sex-act, most of which were with younger men, not too unlike myself. 

"Wow!" She said. "So do you belong to the site? Or is it free?" she asked.

"It's free...though you do have to sign up and then enter a screen name to log on," I informed her.

She reached over my shoulder placing her hand on my mouse. As she did, I felt the soft press of her left breast pushing against me. I didn't pull away, holding still, enjoying the sensation as she clicked on a particular photo, enlarging it. I looked over, holding my breath. The woman in the image looked quite a bit like my aunt, though perhaps even more like my mother. She was kneeling there holding her fairly large breasts together, the young man standing in front of her...squirting. His discharge of semen perfectly caught in mid-air as it arched out prepared to once again coat her already cum-covered tits.

"Hmmm, been a while since I've felt that myself," Aunt Kathy said, and then minimized the screen. "Well, anyway...deserts ready if you want to... come up," she said pausing, making me wonder if she'd done that on purpose, smiling at me as she said that. She then turned and left the room, leaving me to sit there and wonder...

"Had she?"

**

I had to sit there for several more minutes, finally willing my cock to go down. There was no way in hell I was going upstairs in that condition, no matter what. As I opened the door to the kitchen, they were just then serving the pie and coffee up. Mom was still dressed thankfully, though I was once again immediately reminded of the way Kathy looked, wearing that very sensual, somewhat revealing outfit of hers. I quickly crossed over taking a seat across from the two of them and dove into my pie.

"So, what have you been doing all evening?" Mom asked. Though unfortunately with a mouth full of pie, Aunt Kathy answered for me, taking advantage of the situation perhaps.

"He seemed to be playing with something...playing a game," she quickly added as though having made a mistake, "When I went down to invite him for coffee and pie."

Mom simply nodded her head. "Not surprised, you really do need to get out more," she then told me. "You spend far too much time down in your room all cooped up like that." Kathy was grinning from ear to ear looking down at me. I merely smiled back, nodding my head.

"Yeah, I know."

Which was about the time I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. My Aunt standing just back of where mom was sitting, just out of direct sight. She lifted the corner of her camisole top, just briefly, almost too quickly, baring her breasts for a moment before pulling it down again. But there was no mistaking the fact...she'd just flashed me!

**

There was nothing else that came out of that however while I sat there eating my pie. There was no mistaking the fact that my Aunt had flashed me however, showing me her tit, even if it was all too brief. The fact was...she had!

Almost immediately I contributed that to the wine, though making a mental note to pick some more up tomorrow, especially with Aunt Kathy spending a few days with us. Who knew that I might get her to do it again, though for a bit longer next time. One could only hope.

I had soon after excused myself , feigning the need for sleep, which both mom and Aunt Kathy had hinted at as well. It was kind of interesting in a way, as the new guest room which was just down the hall from my parents room, happened to be my old bedroom, which is where Kathy would be sleeping. I bid them both good night, and then returned to my room as mom got up and turned off the rest of the house lights preparing to go to bed herself. It was now 10:45, just fifteen minutes before "Naughty Time" was scheduled to meet me again. And to which I hoped desperately, she'd be just as horny and aroused as I was. Especially if she had done as I'd asked.

I logged on, logged in...went to the site and waited for that familiar naughty ping on my PC.

I even jumped when it did, grinning...already turning on my web cam in preparation.

Naughty Time: "Are you as horny as I am?" she asked, her own picture just then beginning to clear coming on. I had typed.

"Oh fuck yes...waiting for you," I said only then looking up.

Sitting in front of me, in front of the camera I was staring at, was the very same beige colored camisole I'd been looking at earlier.

To be continued...



Naughty Time Ch. 02



I just sat there and stared. I couldn't believe what I was seeing for one. It had to be some sort of freakish coincidence. Though I knew deep down inside, it wasn't. I was sitting there staring at my own Aunt, though she of course had no clue that it was me who was looking at her. The emotions I felt, the first of which was suddenly being scared shitless, and odd thing to feel...yet I was. Combined with that, the excitement, arousal, well off the scale, nervousness, confusion. So many emotions all at once, all wrapped up in a big knot that had suddenly filled my gut. I didn't know which one to deal with first, or how I was even going to. And when she IM'd me again, I knew I had taken too long in answering her back.

Naughty time: "You there????"

Home Alone: "Yeah...sorry, my keyboard froze up," I explained lying to her. And then I realized I had another problem to deal with, which for the moment, I needed to lie about as well until I could think things through better, not taking any risks or unnecessary chances here. "And...my web cam's acting up, can't seem to get it to come on line," I likewise lied.

Naughty time: "Oh damn, but you can still see me right?" she asked.

"Oh yeah, I answered back. You look damn hot too!" I added, which she did, but I was also stalling for time here, trying to think, still trying to work through this jumble of emotions I was feeling. And while doing that, catching bits and pieces as she sat there moving about slightly in her seat. Behind, the room now only taking on noticeable significance, something I hadn't focused on or been all that interested in before. Now I was. Sure enough, the simple bookcases behind, though enough distance away that I couldn't read any titles. And yet, a few well known, very familiar art pieces my father collected sitting there upon a couple of the shelves. That, and a small picture frame of the three of us together taken years ago when I was just a kid. Even though I couldn't make out the three individuals in the photo, there was no mistaking where my Aunt was at. Sitting in my father's private study, using his PC. I wish now I had taken better note of the surroundings from before, though I knew Aunt Kathy had a similar setup in her home. Similar enough perhaps, though she'd kept the camera on her body a lot closer last night than she had it sitting now. Purposely giving me more of a view of her almost full body, her breasts of course, and then on down towards her still covered crotch, though her hands even then seemed to be pressing against it.

"I did what you asked...want to see?"

My nervous, yet excited prick had begun growing. It was the most bizarre situation I had ever been in before, in my entire life. "Yes!" I simply responded, not knowing what else to say. And I knew, even as I looked at my monitor, what I was about to see. Sure enough, as my Aunt lifted her ass just a little, her hands coming down to suddenly pull off those now very sexy beige shorts matching her camisole top, I now saw a pair of brief bikini panties, and they had a bit of a bulge in them.

"Guess what it is?" She asked, adding an LOL behind that.

My cock was rock-hard, but my lungs had collapsed, or so it felt like, for a moment finding it hard to even breathe. "Show me!" I simple-typed once again.

"No...guess," she responded back. "What do you think I have in my pussy? And just so you know, it's been in there all afternoon long too!"

Thoughts suddenly filling my head, wondering now if she had it inside her when she came down to invite me up for dessert. Did she have it inside her then? Was she in fact walking around with a banana, buried deeply inside her cunt, just as I'd asked her...asked Naughty Time, to do for me. When she pressed her breast against my shoulder looking at the erotic photo she had chosen, was it in her even then? When she flashed me there in the kitchen, showing me her tits...tits I was hopefully going to see again here momentarily. Was it the banana in my Aunt's cunt turning her on, lessening her inhibitions perhaps, already horny, already aroused, and simply doing what she did, because of that? I felt frozen in my chair, my hard cock momentarily forgotten strange as that was, still holding my breath, now typing.

"A cucumber?"

Naughty time: "LOL, Nope! Guess again," she responded back, though on the screen I watched as she lowered her panties just a little. A small tiny tuft of fur now beginning to show.

"Hmm, a Zucchini then?" "Guess again!" She typed, lowering her panties a bit more, the object, though I knew what it was, just fractions away from being revealed now.

"You've got a banana in your pussy!"

"Yes I do!" she responded, and then yanked down her bikini briefs, exposing herself fully, the curved end of the half ripe banana just barely sticking out. "This what you wanted to see?"

I wanted to melt. I did, and I had...and now knowing that my very own Aunt was sitting upstairs in my father's study, talking to me...though she didn't know it, with a half ripe banana sticking out of her cunt, nearly made me pop off right then and there. My lust now taking over, the nervousness and fear slowly dissipating. This was simply too good to pass up, fuck up, or ignore.

"What I want to see, is for you to masturbate with it, and then tell me how it felt today, being inside you all afternoon long," I then added. I now finally stood up, quickly stripping off my clothing, retaking my seat...naked, cock in hand, as I watched the little prompt telling me that Naughty Time was busy typing. She typed a lot. I stroked a lot waiting to see what she'd written.

"Before I do that," she began. "I have another naughty little secret to share, something I think you'll enjoy knowing. It just so happens I've been visiting with my sister all day. And the entire time that I have, I've had this banana inside me, letting it arouse me, please me, tease me, without her even knowing I had been. How's that for starters?"

"Holy fuck!" I typed back, my arousal, excitement escalating beyond reason. I clasped my dick, a thick drool of precum oozing out of the tip, using my hand to further slick it's essence over my hard steel-like cock, I slid my hand up and down my shaft, now typing with one hand, slowly for sure, as I did. "Tell...me...more."

"Jerking off are we?"

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS!"

"Nice...ok, wait one."

Once again, I sat watching the prompt telling me she was busy typing, staring at the screen, her hands up working the keyboard, though that banana continued to sit there staring at me. It had almost slid completely out once, she had had to pause, reaching down, pushing it back in. I had seen the milky-white coating of her arousal covering it just before she did.

Finally the reply came. "I told her what I had inside me...why I was doing it. She was surprised at first, seeing that, knowing that. But it turned her on too. She wanted to know more, so we talked about it, me...still having the banana inside me. She's never done that before believe it or not. And at first, was more shocked to discover that I had. But I could also see it was turning her on a little too. We laughed about it, teased one another while we fixed dinner together, and then later, while eating. Even washing dishes with others around, secretively, knowing it was in there. And then...she put one inside herself too, or rather I did. How's that for naughty!"

"OMG" I typed back, meaning every letter. The truth was, now my mother was involved...and I could only sit there and wonder now. "Had that been what the two of them had been doing? Standing there at the sink? Aunt Kathy reaching over to fondle perhaps, slip back inside maybe...the banana that I now think my mom also had inside her?"

"And...she's here with me now," Aunt Kathy typed. "Want to see the banana in her pussy too?"

I actually came, squirting everywhere at once, all of a sudden, without sensing it ahead of time. It just happened. I was in shock, looking down at myself, watching my prick release what felt like a torrent of cum. It splattered literally everywhere, on my monitor where I sat watching it hit, running down as I grabbed for a shirt, the only thing I had close by, catching it before it went anywhere's else.

"Yes? No?"

"YESSSS YESSS YESSS!" I typed quickly, flabbergasted, shocked, excited as hell, even though I had just squirted all over everywhere and everything. I was about to see my own mother's pussy, and though the thought of that hadn't fully and completely registered with whatever ramifications came with that later. At the moment, I was too fucking excited to worry about it either.

I felt lightheaded, dizzy, my climax still causing my cock to throb, cum still dribbling out, as I collapsed down back into my chair. I saw movement in the shadows just off to one side of the screen, a dizzying blur then for a moment as my Aunt obviously made some attempt to readjust the camera. And then she appeared...I blinked, blinked again. 

"Ready?" Naughty Time typed. "Ready to see another banana filled pussy?"

I was once again staring at the same identical outfit I'd seen earlier. They both had them on!

**

Now sitting side by side, the camera readjusted to include both of them, I sat watching as they each began moving the bananas in and out of their respective cunts. Even those looking damn near identical, a small tuft of hair gathered at the top, neatly trimmed, shaped, not quite bare. But it was the sight of those twin bananas's being worked, easing in and out of one another that once again caused me to feel a tight knot forming in the pit of my stomach. If I thought the one I'd felt earlier was big, it was nothing in comparison to the one I was feeling now. And not too surprisingly, I was also fucking hard again too! And then I saw hands reaching over, no longer doing themselves for me, but obviously doing one another.

I sat, wanking my cock like there was no tomorrow. The simple fact that I was sitting there watching my own mother, her sister...my aunt, fucking one another with those two obscene half green bananas was driving me insane with lust and desire. But the fact remained now, I knew something I could never, ever reveal. And worse, I could never mention it, even pretend to know, or act any differently around either one of them ever again.

But I was curious. "Who was...Naughty time?"

I really had no real way of knowing. Even as they sat there still masturbating for me, as we carried on an ongoing discussion over the keyboard, I kept asking myself that question over and over again.

"Which one was which? I just couldn't imagine it starting out being my mother, it had to have been my Aunt as she was always the one to instigate things, somehow draw mom in on her obviously naughty escapades. And yet...mom had been unhappy for a very long time now. She had always been a sexy, sensual woman in her own right...years ago at least. Had that same desire, same emotional need resurfaced? And it was for that reason that she'd gone off on her own, searching the web for release? Curious enough to become this Avatar, this "Naughty Time," seeking pleasure, adventure, excitement in her own way? Feeling as she did, safe at home in her own secret environment, unaware that fate, happenstance, coincidence, had brought the two...now three of us together?"

I had to know!

I had watched as they both climaxed, or so they said that they had. Though by the visible obvious signs, I had to believe that. One...which one, I still had no idea, had actually squirted a little. A small sliver of juice suddenly erupting from the depths of her cunt, the hand from the other...mom? My Aunt? Reaching over, allowing it to spray against her palm, tickling it, and then capturing some of her essence, patting her own sweet succulent looking pussy afterwards, smearing this very same female cum juice around on her own person.

I had come as well. Again. Not as copiously as before perhaps, but nevertheless just as strong and hard, nearly seeing stars when I did. But the added measure of knowledge, that I had just watched, just seen my own Aunt, and my own mother, masturbating for what they thought and felt was a total stranger, had added to the intensity of my second climatic bliss of the night.

After we had all done our  and  back and forth, Naughty Time then reminded me that now it was my turn to do a favor for her. Curious about that now, for obvious reasons, I was still also trying to come up with a way of finding out more about them too, and came up with something on a spur of the moment.

"Are you ever on, or able to get on during the day?" I asked.

"Not normally...no, why?"

"Oh...well I was sort of hoping that maybe tomorrow by chance, as I happen to be off tomorrow, "Home Alone" I typed, giving them an LOL, that they might then contact me. There was a noticeable pause, and though I certainly couldn't hear them discussing it, just seeing them as they sat there, I knew that they were when finally one of them reached back towards the keyboard.

"Well...it just so happens, you might be in luck, as we will be around tomorrow yes. Only have one small problem with that we might have to work around. But...if you're indeed going to be there, leave your IM up. IF we can, and if it works out...we'll contact you sometime during the day."

I told them I would, that I'd leave the site up and running, and if and when they could indeed contact me, that I would indeed be here, waiting for them no matter what.

It was shortly after that however, that Naughty Time once again reminded me of what her request had been.

"Ever masturbated using a woman's pair of panties before?" She then asked.

"Can't say as I have...no," I responded back honestly. Though she knew through earlier conversations that we'd had, that I was indeed living at home, and had briefly spoken about my mother, and that I'd been somewhat worried about her as she'd been obviously going without herself, a topic which had come up in conversation when Naughty Time had informed me, she'd been going through much the same thing herself. Which was why, she'd joined this particular site in the first place, though she had also again mentioned now living alone. Which is why I was still more inclined to believe I had initially contacted my Aunt quite by coincidence. Still, there were too many unanswered questions remaining, and after what had happened tonight, I now knew I had to have the answers, at least one of them anyway.

"I would love to see you working that lovely hard cock of yours, with a pair of panties," she informed me. "Think you can manage to sneak a pair of them so I can watch you?" She asked. Provided of course you get your web-cam up and working again," she then added.

"Yeah, I think so," I replied back, figuring I had to, at the very least, since she'd done what I'd asked and requested of her. In spades as it turned out. "And for sure...I'll get fixed, even if I have to go out and get another one!" I assured her.

Shortly after that, we signed off as it was again late. I then quietly walked over to the door of my room, opening it. Upstairs, the feint sounds of footsteps moving about. I closed the door again, heading over towards my bed, where I lay in the darkness for a very, very long time...thinking about tomorrow.

**

Morning came all too early, especially for me. I had gotten very little sleep, surprised to find myself waking up as early as I had. It was only then 6:15 in the morning. Hearing the sound of footsteps already padding about in the kitchen, I was up and alert as though I'd had twelve hours of sleep, adrenalin suddenly kicking in at once. I literally jumped out of bed, ran into the bathroom to pee, and then slipped into my robe and headed upstairs.

Mom was making coffee. She was wearing the same exact outfit that my Aunt had been when I opened the upstairs door stepping in. Normally, I knew by the surprised look in her face that she'd usually have put on a robe by now before getting dressed later. I'd caught her off guard, taken her by surprise, as she'd obviously just barely come downstairs in order to get the coffee going.

"Shit!" she actually exclaimed, jumping a little as I entered. 

"Good morning mother," I said pleasantly enough, walking over to embrace her, actually giving her a warm friendly hug as well as a kiss on the lips, which I very often did, as opposed to just on her cheek. But I allowed it to linger perhaps just a fraction longer than normal.

"You're up early!" she said actually blushing a little at being caught in the same semi-revealing outfit that my Aunt had worn, though I think too, that fractionary second of a kiss had had something to do with her being a bit flustered.

"Isn't that...?" I questioned ignoring her question, pointedly looking at what she was wearing, particularly, as her own nipples were in fact erect, and quite hard pressing against the somewhat thin material of her camisole.

She knew of course what I was asking, still blushing. "Yeah, it is. Believe it or not...Kathy bought me one as well, though the only size they had I could wear was in the same color as the one she got. So even though we're sort of twins...I like wearing it, looks..."

"Sexy," I said cutting her off, finishing her sentence for her, saying that, mainly because it did, though it caused her to blush again even more so than she already was.

"Really? You think? You think you're old frumpy looking mother actually looks sexy in this?"

I sighed...exasperated, which I'd done numerous times before whenever mom had purposely belittled herself. "Once again mom...you're not old, and you're certainly not frumpy! Especially in that! And if you don't mind my saying it...because I'm going to anyway, you look hot as hell in that outfit. I wish you'd wear something like that a bit more often in fact."

She laughed at that. "Why? Your father certainly wouldn't notice. Hell anymore Kyle, I'm not sure he'd notice me even if I ran around the house naked instead!"

Now it was my turn to laugh. "Well...I'd certainly notice it if you did that!" I told her, actually feeling my prick stiffen a little as I crossed over, purposely sitting down at the table as mom poured each one of us a cup of coffee, taking a seat directly across from me. But I had to, I now had a full-blown erection as I sat there across the way from her, and nothing more than the robe I was wearing in concealing that.

"Such things...about your own mother," she mused more to herself than to me actually.

"Well it's true mom, you're an attractive looking woman, no matter what dad says or does, he doesn't realize the true sensual treasure he has."

Mom looked at me, as though a question had formed, though she didn't ask it or comment on what I'd just said either. Once again evading it, turning away, sipping her coffee. Though all that did was provide me with another moment to glance down towards her breasts again. Sure enough, her nipples even harder than they were before, pressing against the material of her sleepwear.

"Where's Aunt Kathy?"

"Still in bed, snoring away," she'd said.

"Interesting," I thought to myself. Maybe she did snore, but not loudly, I'd heard her myself before. And with my old room down at the far end of the hall...

"I'm sure she'll be up soon though, as soon as she smells the coffee. By the way...I was wondering if you had any plans for today?"

It was a golden opportunity. I'd been sitting there trying to come up with a nice segue into bringing up the subject myself.

"Matter of fact...yes. Got an email from a friend of mine late last night, inviting me to go and spend the day hanging out with him. Told me to bring an overnight bag along, just in case we get too tanked up later on this evening to go anywhere, or do anything. So thought I might as well head over shortly after breakfast. Which reminds me... ok if I use the car?"




Naughty Time Ch. 02



I saw a light suddenly go off inside her head, along with a bit of a smile upon hearing that. "Sure, why not? And besides, if your Aunt and I decide to go anywhere, we can always take her car. But I think we'll just stay in, watch a movie or something...a really good chick-flick," she added knowing how much I hated sitting around watching those, which was a small insurance policy about me coming back that evening.

"Yuch!" I responded. "Now for sure I'm planning on spending the night!" I could see that my answer was exactly the one she was hoping to hear. Which is also when my Aunt came strolling into the kitchen, still "twinly" dressed, though she quickly walked over, leaning forward in order to likewise give me a kiss on the cheek. I turned my head however as she did, catching her on the lips instead. Surprised perhaps by that...but she returned the kiss, raising up, and then winking at me.

"So, where is it you're spending the night?" she then asked. "With some hot horny girl perhaps?"

"Kathy!" Mom chided her sister, though all she did was laugh.

"Well?"

"I wish..." I replied. "Unfortunately, no...just a guy friend of mine, who invited me to hang out, and spend the day with him." It was hard not to notice the sudden turn of my Aunt's head as she looked at mom, no doubt smiling at her upon hearing that. And mom too, likewise smiled back in that same "secretive" expression the two of them had so frequently shared as though I had no clue that they were. "Though I don't mind telling you...if I had the chance to spend the evening with two hot ladies like yourself, I'd for damn sure prefer doing that as opposed to any hot young things anywhere else," I told them both.

Kathy gave me an appraised knowing look, but said nothing. Mom just snickered and took down another empty cup for Aunt Kathy, pouring her one, and then refreshing our own. As she leaned forward, I got a tantalizing glimpse of my own mother's bare breasts, the neckline ballooning out just enough to allow me to do so. Interestingly enough, Kathy saw that, saw where my eyes were looking, one eyebrow raised in curious note of it. I then looked at her...and winked.

She laughed, and then winked back.

"What's so funny?" Mom asked.

And then Aunt Kathy got me back...big time.

"Nothing much, just caught your son looking down the neck of your gown at your titties," she said. "I think you've just given him a woody!" 



Naughty Time Ch. 03



My mother had laughed the comment off, though I was surprised at my Aunt's obvious referral to my actually looking at mom's tits. It was treated with good-natured humor however, and if anything, I honestly do believe mom was actually flattered a little, knowing that I had.

"Well, I need to get down and shower and then get ready to head out," I told them both. Though truth be told, I still had a lot to do in preparing for what I hoped would be an interesting afternoon. I would use the time, pretending to shower to further set things up as I'd lay awake half the night just thinking about it, planning and scheming.

Though it was now obvious I had been in fact, watching and talking to the two of them, I still wasn't one hundred percent sure who it was that was if fact, "Naughty Time." For weeks now I'd been conversing, trying to recall conversations we'd had, things we'd discussed, shared with one another. So many similarities that now made more sense, though I couldn't find a single one that would lean one way or the other more than any other. I had myself told half-truths, so I knew the likelihood of either one of them doing the same was very likely.

"You two enjoy yourselves...watching your movie," I'd added as I soon after excused myself and headed back down to my room again. Even as I did that, there was no mistaking the nervous excitement I saw passed between them through their looks and half smiles. I even hesitated, pausing on the first step before heading down to my room. Though neither spoke loud enough for me to hear, I heard a shared giggle, whispered comments, and then they also headed back upstairs to the bedroom.

I reached the landing, but instead of heading into my own room, I made a quick detour down the hall to the laundry room. I had made a commitment of my own, and had every intention of honoring it, though it would also hopefully buy me the time I would eventually need.

Reaching the laundry room I quickly began pawing through the clothes that mom would soon be washing and folding. Though I had never once entertained such a notion before, I now found myself curiously aroused as I sifted through the clothes in mom's hamper. And even as I did that, I then began to formulate another plan, one I wasn't totally sure I would implement, but if the situation proved itself out that I may, then I knew how it was I would bring it about.

I pulled two pairs of my mother's panties from the wash and quickly headed back to my own room.

I was at least glad that mom didn't wear what some might call, "granny panties". And though she certainly didn't wear thongs, or even bikini panties, she did wear nice women's briefs, and even had a couple of pair of women's boxers, though to be honest I'd never seen her wearing those either even though they had been in the wash. I had taken however two other pairs, one of which I would use in a moment in fact as I finished doing what I now needed to do.

It was an odd sensation for me, though I had to admit, it felt strangely good too. Sitting there using them stroking my cock, filming it. Although I was already aroused enough as it was, just from what I soon knew would be happening, the actual sensation of sitting there masturbating with a pair of my own mother's briefs was oddly arousing.

When I had recorded at least five full minutes of me sitting there amusing and enjoying myself, which I had. I then downloaded the short quick video off my camera onto my desktop, and then readied that for use later. The timing of which would be crucial, absolutely necessary for what I was planning to do, especially needing the time in which to do it.

The other nice feature of my room that I was now very grateful for, was the private entrance I had. Though I still usually left by the backdoor as I usually did, it was nice having it, so I could enter late at night coming home without worrying about waking mom or dad. It was how I would return now, after driving down the street, parking the car in the parking lot of the same grocery store we had gone to the previous day. Having done so in fact, further safeguarded just parking it somewhere on the street and inadvertently having them spot it should they decide to go out. The likelihood of mom returning to the store was highly remote. And especially if it were their intention of staying home with the hopes of contacting me not too long after I had left. I was banking on the fact they would wait a while at least before doing so after I had supposedly gone. Long enough at least to park the car, then jog back, slipping back into the house, into my own room through my own private entrance. Neither one of them aware of that fact that I had. 

I quickly packed an overnight bag to carry up the stairs with me after first double checking everything I had done. I'd even gone so far as to drape a towel over my chair, just in case. I'd turned on my camera, double checked the settings keeping it close, though removing anything that might be seen off to the sides and thus recognized. I'd even gone so far as to hang up a pair of white sheets behind me further obscuring the view and making it appear as though I had plain simple walls adorning my room should they even notice that. Satisfied, I made my way back up the stairs.

By now, both my mother and my Aunt and dressed, but it was even obvious in that, they had no intention of going out, especially seeing my mother. She rarely if ever went braless, especially if she had any intention of going out. Now sitting there at the kitchen table, still drinking coffee, I noticed the tight form-fitting tee shirt she had on, obviously not wearing a bra. That and a pair of comfortable looking shorts, those these too, she'd have never worn out except perhaps to work outside in the yard. My Aunt too was similarly dressed, though what she wore of course, looked perfectly normal on her, something I would expect for her to wear, though she wore no shoes, standing there in her bare feet as I entered the room, carrying my overnight case with me.

"Well, I'm off," I told them both, leaning over to give mom a kiss good-bye, doing so on the lips once again, lingering once again for that briefest of moments before turning to then do the same to my Aunt. "Have a good time you two, try and enjoy yourselves, and simply have fun," I added. 

"Oh, we will!" Aunt Kathy had said almost a little too quickly, especially by the way mom looked at her before turning to me, handing me the keys to the car. 

"I'm not sure we'll be going anywhere, or doing anything, just watching TV or something," mom quickly added, though my Aunt has spoken as a follow up whispering so softly that even mom didn't hear, though I easily read her lips when she did.

"Or something..."

I soon after left, heading out towards the car, and then quickly headed down the street towards the grocery store.

**

It had taken me less than a half an hour to make it back to the house after I had parked the car. Cutting through a back alley and then onto a service road, I stayed well below the fence the moment the house came into view. There was only one moment when I could have been spotted, opening the gate and then slipping a few feet from there across the yard before reaching my private opening. 

Reasonably confident I hadn't been seen, I quietly slipped into the house and into my room. I was somewhat relieved to see no instant message waiting for me, though I was logged on to the site in anticipation of there soon being one. Everything was ready, all I could do now was sit quietly and wait for Naughty Time to finally contact me.

Even though I was expecting it, I was still startled when I heard the familiar ding.

Naughty time: "You there?"

I responded back almost immediately. Home Alone: "With bated breath!"

Naughty time: "LOL, with mastur-bated breath?" she had typed.

"Doing that too."

"Get your web-cam fixed?"

"Oh yeah, already for you."

"You doing what I asked?"

"Yes."

"Let's see."

It was time. I turned on the camera quickly checking to ensure I gave nothing away, the sheet curtain behind me effectively obscuring any familiarities within my room. My cock hard and stiff with anticipation, the excitement level I'd been feeling...was feeling beyond the norm. 

"Nice..." she typed obviously looking at me. "Here we come too," she now added, a second later her invite on screen allowing me access to her web-cam appeared. The image of them slowly clearing until I now sat looking at my Aunt and mother sitting side by side in two of the kitchen chairs they had obviously dragged up to my fathers study. I could see no more of them of course than they could see of me. I had quite naturally agreed early on that we'd never reveal our faces or identities to one another. Knowing that we lived in the same approximate locale, Naughty Time had been explicit about doing so, wanting to ensure and maintain her anonymity. I had to promise that in order for her to show me what she had so far on the cam. They both had on very sexy, very revealing nightgowns, which I chuckled at knowing. They had obviously scurried upstairs shortly after I had left in order to dress themselves and make ready for this. And though I still had no clue as to which one was which as I sat there looking at the two of them, I at least had somewhat of a starting point. Naughty Time wore red, the other a likewise sheer black that did little to fully conceal their magnificent breasts. Both my Aunt and mother had large breasts, similar in size and shape, or so it appeared. The brief individual glances at each once again giving off no clues as to which ones belonged to whom.

"You like?" She asked.

"Very much, very sexy...very hot," I responded back. "Please...let me see your 'tits' side-by-side," I now asked, remembering Naughty's preference for the word.

"Show us the panties first," she teased. I reached over picking them up and now held them up for each to see. I was momentarily nervous, though the panties I now held up were of a generic style that were no doubt worn by several women. "Wrap them around your cock," came the prompt, which I did. And then typed back.

"Show me your tits."

Naughty slowly untied the small bows holding the front of her sheer top together. In moments it had parted, revealing the magnificent shape and swell of her full breasts. Her nipples amazingly hard, thick and erect as she actually reached up thumbing one of them, though to my delight and surprise, the other dressed in black though I still had no idea which one was which, now reached over likewise toying with and thumbing the other one as Naughty typed.

"Use the panties, stroke it," she asked. I did so, working my cock, slowly pumping it up and down with the pale white briefs I held in my hand surrounding it.

The one in black soon joined her, likewise parting her sheer top, now looking at the two of them sitting side-by-side totally bare breasted, and again very similar looking. The only real noticeable difference being that I could see, was that Naughty's nipples seemed slightly darker pink in color, and somewhat larger in appearance. Beyond that, they were remarkably the same size and shape.

"So, do you always get together and play like this?" I asked, curious, and nervously excited to see the answer.

"Not as often as we once did, but whenever we can...yes," came the response. "You like seeing two women touching one another?" she now asked.

"Fuck yes! Especially you two. Two hot looking MILF's," I typed.

"Oh, so you're a mother fucker are you?" She then LOL'd.

I paused for a moment, not quite sure how to respond to that. And then typed, "No...I never have, but I've fantasized about that, does that shock you?"

"No, not really. We've both enjoyed a few similar fantasies ourselves," she informed me. "Keep stroking..." she then asked. "It's hot watching you do that...are those your mothers or your sisters panties?"

"Moms," I simply said continuing to do so now for them. "And you're making me very horny doing this...looking at you two. I'd like to see you do more too," I now asked hoping that I would.

To my delight, I now saw the one in black reach over between them her hand coming down into Naughty's lap. Naughty spread her legs slightly, revealing as she did so, she was wearing a matching pair of crotchless panties. I could only assume that they both were as the woman's hands now parted the slick looking folds of Naughty's pussy. I found myself holding my breath as she slipped a finger inside her, now working it.

"You mean like that?"

"Oh yes...yes, fuck yes! Keep doing that while I watch you two!"

"Keep stroking your cock with the panties for us," came her reply.

It was the perfect moment to implement my plan, though even then there was considerable risk, with no real hope for success even when I did.

"I'm going to sit back so you can see, and watch me a little better while I do," I told them both. "I'll show you all the naughty, nasty things I can do to myself with my mother's cum-crotched panties," I had added. I had no idea of course if they really were, and chuckled inwardly that I'd actually not even inspected them. But the immediate response to having said that was apparent.

"Does that turn you on? Jerking off with your own mother's soiled panties? Knowing that's her dried up pussy juice clinging to the crotch?"

"Yes, admittedly, it is."

I then watched as Naughty likewise slid her hand into the other woman's crotch, her fingers immediately beginning to tickle the woman's slit. The camera just close enough to allow me to see the wet glistening moisture of the woman's pussy as Naughty fingered her, sliding in and out of her for several moments, then sitting back, allowing the other woman to do the same thing to her.

"Keep doing that to one another," I now asked. "While I sit back and watch you for a couple of minutes, while you two watch me."

I had carefully prepared and planned this. It was now or never, though I was scared as hell that I'd still fuck it up.

"I'm going to readjust my seat a little so you can see me better," I then told them, and stood up, for a second vacating my chair. As I did, I hit "play" on my prerecorded video I'd made earlier already loading it into the cam so they could see it. There was only a brief disruption of image, and then just as quick what appeared to be me sitting back down again, panties in hand wrapped around my dick as I sat there stroking it. What they were looking at now, was what I'd recorded earlier. I stood off to one side watching their cam, waiting to see if there were any concerns on their part. But they too had sat back some away from the keyboard, both now openly finger-fucking one another, and likewise touching one another's breasts.

I headed quietly towards the door to my room, and then up the steps into the house.

**

It seemed like it took an eternity to quietly climb the steps leading upstairs into the house though I knew I had made it within less than a minute. Having reached the landing, I still had to stop briefly taking a breath. I'd been holding it. I stood there listening, though my father's study was at the far end of the hall around the corner. I could hear them, a brief giggle or two here and there, along with what was no doubt pleasured sighs coming from each as they sat side-by-side playing with one another while I watched them. Or so they believed hopefully.

I stepped, took another, still listening padding down the hall in bare feet, naked...aroused. 

"God look at that cock, it's so beautiful, so hard!" I heard mom saying.

"Yeah, wouldn't you like to be sucking that, or fucking that right now!" Aunt Kathy stated, "I know I would! Look at him work that fucker with his own mother's panties," Kathy had added. "Makes you wonder doesn't it? Think Kyle would ever do something like that with a pair of yours?"

I froze in my tracks only a few feet from the corner. My heart was in my throat, and I knew now by the way I could clearly hear them that the door to my father's study was open. I had to be very quiet as I approached, still not knowing how much I dared to look, or what I'd even see when I did? Would it be enough to tell me? But I was also waiting to hear mom's response.

"Kyle? I doubt it, he'd probably never even think of such a thing, especially about his own mother," mom told her. "And quit talking like that," she then added. "You'll spoil the mood for me. I'd hate to think what Kyle would think if he were to see you and I sitting here like this."

"Oh I don't know Darlene, you might be surprised, I happen to know with a great deal of certainty, that your son's into much older women."

"Maybe so...but not his own mother...or Aunt for that matter," she offered. I took another step, preparing to peek around the wall peering hopefully into the room.

"Well, let's at least give him something more to enjoy here," Aunt Kathy said. "Lets see how he likes us standing tit to tit for him, fingering one another while we do."

Time was running out, I was dangerously close to not having time enough as it was and make it safely back before the video ended. But I had to look...I just had to. Even if I had only a second or two in which to do so. I poked my head around the corner. They were standing there facing one another, breasts pressing against one another, hands down between one another's legs, sure enough...finger-fucking one another as they did.

And...they were totally naked.

**

The problem was, I was now out of time. As much as I wanted to wait, hoping to see them turn, though even then, at this distance, there was still no guarantee. I had to get back, there was no other choice, turning to do so just as mom spoke.

"Damn, his image froze! I hope he's not having trouble with his web cam again!

I slipped down the hall as fast as I dared, though doing so quietly. Already my mind a whirlwind of thought, trying to come up with some reasonable excuse...explanation. Just coming to one as I opened the door to my room slipping inside. The movie had indeed ended, I'd taken longer than I thought the image of me sitting there cock in hand, mom's panties still wrapped around it now frozen in time.

There was also a message waiting for me.

"Home alone...you still there?"

I sat down, killing the video, and not too surprisingly no longer erect either. I typed back a response.

"Sorry, everything froze up there for a moment, including my keyboard. Had to reboot," I typed hoping that would explain it.

"Oh, we were wondering what happened, is it fixed now?" She then asked.

"Yes, unfortunately, I lost the video of you two after you took the rest of your clothes off...so I never got to see what happened after that," I lied hoping it sounded good...plausible.

"Oh that's a shame, then you missed us titty-kissing one another, and of course...finger-fucking one another too," she laughed giving me another LOL.

"Yeah, I did...would you do it for me again?" I asked.

"Did you already come?" She now asked. "If you did...then we missed it," she typed. "Your pricks not hard any more!"

"Yeah I did...but I can do it again if you'll give me something to look at while I do," I suggested.

"Will it take long? I'm not sure how much longer we dare stay on line," she now told me. 

Now I was growing desperate. I knew dad would be home tomorrow, which meant this would be Kathy's last night here with mom. No telling when how long it would be when the two of them would ever be together like this again. Although I had prepared for this, I still wasn't certain of my doing it. So many things could happen...go wrong. She might in fact not even recognize, or realize when I did it. And the response in an of itself might not be exactly what I was hoping for either.

But it was once again now or never. And I was already getting hard again, which they could easily see as they sat there together, once again side by side again...though naked.




Naughty Time Ch. 03



"I have another pair of panties...very special ones, my favorites in fact," I teased hoping it would do the trick. And it did.

"Oh yes...show us, stroke yourself with those for us too," Naughty typed.

Month's past I had actually gone out shopping with my mother, not for groceries that time, but for clothes. She hated driving in bad weather, so had convinced me to go along, driving her myself. I hadn't been too thrilled about going, waiting somewhat impatiently while she tried on new shoes, a couple of dresses and slacks, leading me from store to store inside the mall as she did. We had finally wound up standing there outside a lingerie store. She glanced over into the window, a mannequin standing there, a very sexy pair of black lace panties on her, small little diamond designs running around the waistband. Mom walked over looking even more closely at them.

"You know Kyle, I have never once asked your father to buy me jewelry, or diamonds. But just once...I wish he'd buy me something with diamonds like that, though God help me for saying this now...I'm sort of glad he doesn't."

We had headed home after that. But I had immediately gone back to the store, buying them for her. I'd then had them gift-wrapped, presenting them to her the moment I got home. Thrilled, she had cried, laughed, kissing me delightedly, and then of course immediately ran up stairs in order to try them on.

No. I had never seen her in them, though I knew she had worn them of course on several occasions, usually whenever they went out for the evening, though once again always wondering why. I doubted seriously that dad had ever seen them either knowing mom, as she now always dressed and undressed in the bathroom prior to coming to bed. I could only assume she wore them for herself, and no one else.

I looked at the monitor. Mom and my Aunt once again playing with one another. With their hands in one another's laps, I watched as they tickled one another, touching and purposely rubbing one another's clits. Pink precious little nubbins so hard, so glistening wet as they amused themselves. Each one fingering the other, purposely showing me their wetness, sticking fingers in, and then out...holding up to the monitor so I could see the almost milky white essence of their arousal clinging to one another's fingers.

"Well?" She typed. "We're waiting. Show us your favorite pair of jerk-off panties," she asked.

I reached over, now holding them up.

There was an obvious pause, fingers no longer working, playing, touching.

And then the screen went blank.

To be continued...



Naughty Time Ch. 04



I sat staring at the blank screen, "Naughty Time's" web-cam no longer on, though I also noticed I was no longer feeding back to her either as she'd shut that down on her end as well. I then turned mine off too, the quickly fading image of me sitting there now with a very limp cock when I did.

There were several possibilities, though none of them as far as I could see had a very good outcome to them, unless it was of course a problem with connection on her PC. I seriously doubted that.

It was possible of course that upon seeing the panties, her panties? That she might have somehow surmised they were simply similar to her own, and thus just a strange coincidence. I doubted that too. She might not have even recognized them as being a pair she owned. I doubted that as well. Or it could have indeed been a simple computer glitch, though I also firmly believed, she herself had immediately severed the connection. At least on the web-cam.  Staring at the Instant Messaging still up that still contained our last written communications to one another. I now knew that had to be the case. She was still on line, though neither one of us at the moment sat typing anything. 

"Fuck!" I expressly stated to myself, now wondering if I hadn't made a huge mistake. The shock, if mom and my Aunt Kathy now realized who it was they'd actually been conversing with had to be significant. So much so, that neither one of them had communicated back as yet, no doubt discussing it. I could only imagine the scene taking place upstairs above me, the hysterics perhaps, the uncertainty, the shame...guilt, so many possible scenarios and emotions. 

So involved in my fear and concerns, the most obvious and most likely thing to happen didn't even occur to me, until it did. 

They both came walking into my room without bothering to knock. My Aunt at once yanked on my makeshift "sheet wall" pulling it down. Which is the moment that my worst fears immediately came true. For one, there was no mistaking the panicked look on my mother's face, and the very angry looking one on my Aunt's.  Both now wore robes, securely wrapped around themselves as they both walked over towards me.  I on the other hand still sitting there naked, limp as a noodle, immediately jumping up from my chair facing them as they approached, not even realizing I still was for a moment as they did so.

"Would you like to explain yourself?" My Aunt actually stated as she folded her arms beneath her breasts glaring at me.  Mom standing in the background behind her, almost as though hiding behind her as she stood there, seemingly unable to even look at me.

I felt like shit.

I had no idea where to begin, how to explain any of this. The bottom line was, it had been purely by accident that any of this had occurred. My error however, was in taking it beyond that, once I had learned, at least partially anyway, who it was that I was actually talking too. Though the irony of all that was still too obvious. I still had no clue as to the true identity of "Naughty Time," mom...or my aunt?  At the moment, it seemed like a moot point however.

"Well?" She asked again waiting for some kind of a response.

I finally found my voice. "Well, it's sort of a long...complicated story," I began only then reaching over to grab my own robe off the end of the bed where I always kept it.

"Oh no you don't!" My Aunt said snatching it away out of reach. "You're not going anywhere, or doing anything...until you explain all this!" She said quite firmly. "So...explain!"

At least she let me sit down again as I began to, though I now felt horribly exposed, embarrassed and even a little shy as I placed my hands down in my lap, purposely ignoring mom who continued to stand somewhat secluded behind my Aunt.  For the next several minutes I did my level best to explain everything, not leaving a single thing out, including my excursion upstairs where I stood watching the two of them standing there breast to breast fingering one another. Which is exactly what I said. In a way, I was still waiting for some kind of explosion to occur, especially after I had finished.

What I saw, totally confused the hell out of me. Aunt Kathy smiled, only then winking at me, turning towards mom.

"See? Told you...he had no idea until recently anyway," she now added as mom finally stepped around standing beside her sister looking at me. And then like a light-bulb going off in her head, she turned back towards me adding.  "You...still don't know which one of us was...or is Naughty Time do you?"

But even as she said that, seeing the answer in my own eyes that I didn't, mom spoke for the first time herself.

"You're not...shocked? Angry with me? With us?" She now asked including my Aunt in her fears.

"Angry with you?" I replied, "How could I be? You had no idea who I was, until I stupidly did what I did," I half explained. "Had I not done that..."

"We might never have known," Kathy stated smiling even more broadly than she had been. "You wanted us to know...know you'd found out, and then see what we did!"

"Yes," I said softly, looking down at myself, almost laughing...crying, my prick having shriveled up into nothingness as though looking for its own escape.

"But I'm your mother..."

"And I'm his Aunt," Kathy said interrupting mom. And your son, my nephew, was admittedly, and willingly enjoying himself watching us...weren't you Kyle?" she now asked.

"Yes...I was."

"See Darlene? He's not afraid to admit it...even to you. And especially as he did actually continue to do what he did...now realizing that. Don't you see sweetie? Kyle wasn't trying to do anything to expose you or I, or hurt either one of us. He was plain and simply aroused with the knowledge of finding that out. Though still curious I'm willing to bet, as to which one of us was in fact...the woman he first met and started talking to weeks ago now."

"But..." mom attempted, though my Aunt quickly shut her down from continuing.

"No Buts for one thing. But...for another," she grinned. "What I do think is this, as far as his punishment should go, and I do believe he should be punished for this...a little bit anyway. Neither you nor I are going to tell him who Naughty Time really was. He's going to have to live with wondering which one of us it was, and let that be a lesson to him."

"You're kidding me!" I said staring at the two of them. "You mean to tell me, you're seriously not going to tell me which one of you it was I began talking to in the beginning?"

"Nope...at least not for now," Kathy said. "And I think we still have quite a bit we need to further discuss as well."

"Yes we do," mom added looking flushed in the face, embarrassed as hell as she further gathered her robe around her as though fearing it might suddenly pop open or something, though I also noticed she was even then looking down in my lap, though my own embarrassment at my current state far surpassed hers.

"I agree...and we will later," she again said interrupting. "I think we need to have a long sit down and discuss everything at length, there's obviously a lot we need to discuss, get out in the open here. But at the moment..."

I was once again stunned as I sat there watching my Aunt suddenly untie the sash on the robe she was wearing, opening it, and then simply dropping it down around her feet. As I'd somewhat guessed correctly, she was still naked beneath it.

"Kathy! What are you doing?" Mom blurted out, stunned and surprised at her sister's action.

"What do you think I'm doing?" She asked. "Same thing you were doing, and wanted to continue to do...until you saw your son holding up that pair of panties you said he'd given you. I for one...am still fucking horny! Especially now!"

"But..."

"But what? And please don't tell me you now have reservations about any of this, especially not after everything you've shared with me prior to now. You and I don't have any secrets remember? And even more importantly, you must realize, Kyle knew perfectly well who we were, maybe not "which" one of us was...well, Naughty Time," she giggled. "But he did know it was us, and he obviously was very aroused by that, and as you damn well know...showed us he was, jerking himself off, and playing with himself while we watched him. While he...watched us!" She purposely added.

Mom struggled with that briefly, for a moment anyway, as the realization of that finally began to sink in.

"You're not shocked...that my sister and I?"

"Shocked? Are you kidding me? God mom...that was such a..." I caught myself for a moment, and then just said it. "Fucking turn on...that I couldn't stop thinking about it! You have no idea how often I have sat here thinking about the two of you, and then actually watching the two of you, enjoying myself as I did. So shocked? No mom...not shocked, aroused yes. Very much so." I now looked down feeling the sudden lengthening of my prick finally coming out of its shell as the sudden turn of events began to look promising here again. More so in fact than I could have ever believed, especially with my Aunt now standing totally naked before me.

"But what about...your father?"

"Fuck Harold!" Kathy said once again jumping in. "Though come to think of it...don't. Not ever again. Here's someone that's dying to fuck you sweetie, and hopefully...me too," she added once again winking at me, looking down at my prick which had grown very much stiff again. "See? Look how hard he is honey just thinking about it...thinking about fucking the two of us, thinking about the two of us playing with one another, or about the two of us licking his cock together. I bet you'd like that wouldn't you Kyle?" Aunt Kathy asked.

I stood up, my prick about as hard and as stiff as it had ever been.

"Fuck yes!" I said simply, and then walked over, and undid the sash on my mother's robe.

**

It felt damn good to be standing there with my hard cock pressed against my mother's tummy. The feel of her soft pliant breasts as they filled each of my hands. My lips coming down onto hers, kissing her passionately, deeply surprising her perhaps with the hunger in which I did, kissing her unlike anytime I ever had before. And then she kissed me back with the same wanton hunger I was showing her. Aunt Kathy soon joined us, stepping up behind me then, sandwiched between the two of them, her own sweet breasts now caressing my back, her hands dropping down, coming around to take hold of my hard stiff member, now rubbing it directly against my own mother's pulsating cunt.

"Nice that you have such a large bed," she chuckled. "So...shall we?" she asked.

"Yes...yes! Fuck yes!" Mom stated simply then as the three of us moved over towards the bed.

**

"God...it's been, too fucking long!" She said as she and my Aunt Kathy literally dragged me into bed together. I actually laughed out loud, the tension, relief of all this finally getting to me, even just hearing mom say "fuck" was almost priceless all by itself. "I just couldn't do it anymore," she had added. "Not knowing what I now know," though she didn't elaborate, and now was not the time to ask her either. "But I was actually starting to think I would never know what it felt like to have a cock inside me again, especially one this nice," she said actually wrapping her hand around my shaft, fondling and stroking it, as was my Aunt, as the two of them now lay to either side of me there on the bed.

"Go on honey," Aunt Kathy said. "Do it...fuck your son."

Mom looked at me, the question in her eyes though she didn't come right out and ask it. I merely smiled at her and winked.

"Yeah mom, do what Aunt Kathy told you to do, climb on here, and fuck your son!"

She quickly did, easing herself down over my shaft in a reverse cowgirl, though that had been at my Aunt's suggestion, which we quickly discovered why. With me laying down on my back head propped up by the pillows, reaching around so I could also continued to hold and fondle mom's exquisite breasts, Kathy then nestled in between mom's legs. As mom slithered up and down my shaft, my Aunt simultaneously licked her clit, as well as me. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen, let alone felt. Mom was half drunk on lust, as were we all. For myself, so excited that I was actually shaking because of it. Feeling my Aunt periodically removing my prick from mom's pussy so she could lick and suck it, then putting it back in, licking mom, was a delight beyond my wildest dreams. And even when I climaxed, that too had to be amongst the top most intense orgasms I'd ever experienced before in my entire life.

I had even fought desperately to keep from doing so all too soon, but the sensation of my mother's hot slick cunt, and the added tickling, sucking of my Aunt's mouth was just too much for me to withstand.

"Oh fuck! FUCK! I'm gonna...CUM!" I screamed out as I began doing so.

And just as I did...mom did. She too screaming out at near the top of her lungs, Aunt Kathy removing my prick in order to suck it, drinking down the first spurt or two, and then rubbing it against my mother's slit, drenching her pussy, teasing her clit with my still spurting cream as mom continued on in the throes of her own orgasmic delight.

Even after we had both climaxed, just laying there feeling, and hearing my Aunt as she now proceeded to lick and clean up the two of us was one of the most sensual things I could have ever witnessed or experienced.

"You both realize of course, I'm still fucking horny?" She now asked as mom and I basked in the afterglow together.

I opened my eyes grinning. "Well after that...it might be a little while yet before I'm capable of fucking you too," I told her. "But...something I have very often thought about, which I now feel like I can say to you, is to finally have a taste of that sweet pussy of yours!"

"And it is too!" Mom said without thinking, and then blushed...giggling. It felt good seeing, and hearing her do that again. It seemed like a lifetime since I actually had.

"You know...later? When we actually do sit down and have our little chat? There's a whole lot of questions I'm going to have about that, which I'd really enjoy being given the answers too," I told them both.

Aunt Kathy rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs as I slithered up and over mom, now lying between them.

"And I can assure you Kyle, we have a great many stories to tell you about that too, some of which I'm not sure you're mother will even now, be too happy about my sharing with you."

"But you will anyway," mom agreed, leaning over to suck one of my Aunt's breasts. "And to be perfectly honest? Under the circumstances now? I don't mind you telling him either, sharing some of our long held secrets.  It would be nice...going forward from this point on, not having any, anymore. At least between the three of us," she then added seeking some assurance.

"How about we all agree to that," I said even as I took my first precious lick up my Aunt's wet glistening split. "That whatever the three of us do together, remains between just the three of us, and no one else."

"So I take it then, you're inclined to continue pleasuring two old ladies from time to time?"

I nipped her clit.

"Ouch! Hey, that hurt!  Well sort of..." she laughed.

"Number one, I don't want to hear that any more. Neither one of you are "old ladies". Two, I couldn't ask to be with anyone sexier than you two, especially since I love you both so very much.  And three?"

"Three?"

"Yeah three...I have an idea about something that I seriously do want to discuss, with the two of you...later, over a glass of wine, some more chat...and hopefully some more fun. But for now, I'd prefer it if you'd just lay back, enjoy this, and let me enjoy doing this!" I asked.

"Sounds like a plan to me," mom stated, and then at my Aunt's coaxing and suggestion, she immediately climbed up and once again sat down on my Aunt's face. Seconds later, all that could be heard was the mutual moans and groans of pleasure coming from all three of us, as I finally began doing something I had so long thought and fantasized about, licking my Aunt's pussy, watching her as she ate out my mom's.

We had again taken a brief rest after that, after they had both climaxed again, and then I was treated to something I would never have envisioned. It was something I hadn't really even fantasized about either for that matter, as up until now at least...it would have been so totally out of my fantasy realm of possibilities to even think up such a thing. But here I now was, lying on my back, head propped up, looking down, watching mom and my Aunt passing my prick back and forth to one another as though it were a baton. As good as it felt, it was almost more pleasurable actually laying there watching them. Seeing mom, sucking, licking my cock, slurping on it almost greedily, and then passing it to my Aunt, who then did the same, though usually, I watched as the two of them licked and sucked it together, driving me nearly insane with the pleasure of it.

Even when I came, I kept my eyes open, watching as though having an out of body experience, which in a way...I was. Seeing the eruption of my prick squirting, in what had to be one of the most copious spunkings of my life, seeing my Aunt, and mother gleefully laughing, aiming it, directing it at one another, and then licking and sucking it all up after I was spent, was almost more erotic and climatic than the orgasm itself.

We had gone upstairs shortly after that to fix something to eat, the three of us now famished, none of us putting anything on as we did so, taking delight in the decadence of simply doing that.

For the next three solid hours during, and well after dinner, we simply talked. Mom finally spoke of things that she hadn't even told her own sister, the two of us listening, at times in shock by what we heard. I saw my Aunt's face getting angrier and angrier by the moment. It wasn't even dad's fooling around on the side what upset her so much, but more about some of the things he'd forced mom to do, all of it against her will that did it.

It was during that conversation in fact, that mom finally told us, she in fact new dad hadn't even taken the plane, and wasn't in fact out of town. She knew exactly where he was. Where he was staying even. After dropping him off at the airport, she had left, though having long been suspicious, waiting a short distance away. Sure enough, another car pulled up to the curb, him getting in it, and then speeding off. She had followed at a safe distance, watching as my father and another young, very young...too young, woman, went into a nearby hotel.

"Where'd you say they were staying?" My Aunt asked. With some coaxing and prompting by us both, she then told her. "Any guess as to what name he might have checked in under?" She asked reaching for the phone.

"I do," I said fairly sure that I did. Several month's back I had gotten the mail, saw a credit card which had been sent to us, at our address at least though under a different name. A name I thought funny odd at the time, even mentioned it to dad, who of course took it, said he'd look into it himself, and then let it go at that. Only now did I shake my head thinking about the absurdity of it as I did.

"What?" 

"You'll never believe it," I told them both. "But go ahead, try it. Roman Polanski."

Now the thing was, my Aunt was a licensed masseuse, had been giving massages for years and was damn good at it. So much so, she'd built up quite a little clientele by now, though she hated having to give away a goodly amount of her hourly fee to the place where she kept and maintained her small studio. However...several of her best customers were cops, who very often came to my Aunt for their physical aches and pains, and much needed stress relief.

She had made the call, given someone she knew, who she said owed her a BIG favor the place where my soon to be ex-father was staying. In addition to that, she'd also given her friend the fake name he might possibly have been stupid enough to check in under.




Naughty Time Ch. 04



Sure enough...he had. We got a return call an hour later. As it turned out, dad wouldn't be coming home any time soon.

"Well, seeing that we have all the time in the world now to enjoy ourselves, how about we do just that?" My Aunt suggested. "And being as I haven't as yet actually got to enjoy my nephew's prick yet, how about we start off with that.  As a matter of fact Darlene, if you wouldn't mind doing to me...what I earlier did to you, I'd rather enjoy feeling what that felt like when I did it."

I of course was all for it. As good as it had felt the first time around...

We spent the next several hours just fucking and sucking one another until we had finally collapsed in a heap, falling asleep together there in the bed. We spent the entire next day doing the same, exhausting one another completely in the process, undisturbed, as at my Aunt's suggestion, we'd also disconnected the phone against any urgent or demanding phone calls.

It was the best two days of my life.

**

Epilogue

Funny what a difference in a year can make. I had indeed graduated and gotten my degree, speeding up the process a little, taking more classes in order to do so, quitting my part-time job so that I could.  Mom of course filed for divorce, and got it easily, especially with dad now in jail serving twenty years to life for his crimes. In addition to that, I'd helped to ferret out a lot of his secret holdings, which with the help of more of Aunt Kathy's friends, some being lawyers, we'd managed to get our hands on most if not all of it. Much to my father's dismay of course. 

It wasn't long after that that I moved out of my downstairs apartment, and upstairs with mom. And Aunt Kathy too in fact, who soon came over to live with the two of us. We remodeled the downstairs completely. It now has three very cozy, very atmospheric massage rooms. Mom...going back to school herself soon after, getting her license to do massage. With a degree in Business Management, I along with my mother and Aunt started our own business together, where they now work during the day, giving massages. And even I'm in the process of doing so myself now.  Aunt Kathy's suggestion, as many female clients had expressed a desire for me to do that.

She had another suggestion too, that mom was at first hesitant to do, though perfectly legitimate of course. Nothing illegal, nor would there ever be when it came to the business. But amazing what something so simple can do, and certainly drew in a lot more clients. Now mom loves it, even though at first she was fairly reluctant to do so. For an extra fifty dollars, they'll give their massages in the nude. Nothing more than that, not ever. But it's been interesting in the number of additional clients we've picked up because of that, not to mention the extra money.

I'm still getting used to giving massages in the nude myself, especially as things have a way of popping up now and then.  I do get a lot of nice tips though...so to speak.

But more importantly, the three of us are now enjoying our life living together, sharing a home and a business together, and going to sleep together each and every night.

The only thing that still bothers me to this very day; they never did, and never would tell me...who Naughty Time really was.

Oh, that reminds me. That's what we ended up calling our new business, "Naughty Time Massage," has a nice ring to it don't you think?

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