One doesn’t just start doing this sort of thing. Or at least I didn’t. It was just something I feel I simply fell into. In fact, I’m almost certain there was only one way this whole thing could have ever ended up. And it’s with that realization that I finally learned how to stop worrying and love my family. Hopefully this helps. Yours truly, Fisher.
My mom is really cool. A really great woman. But she’s unlucky. My father passed when I was pretty young. Since then, my mom’s been mostly single, with a few losers peppered in here and there. Now, my mom is working nights. Third shift. She likes it. Especially the pay raise. But she can’t sleep. She’s always been a light sleeper, but adding the fact that she needs to sleep during the day isn’t helping her sleep. So, after trying a million things, pills, reading, eating, anything to sleep, she’s now looking to me to help her sleep.
Like my mom, my Aunt Lily is really cool. Maybe even cooler, if it weren’t for her trying so hard all the time. My aunt never married. Well, let’s not say never just yet. Who knows, she might get lucky one of these days. But probably not if she continues to pursue weird-ass fuck-heads on the other side of globe or on some other unattainable plane altogether. To me, my aunt’s warped little love affairs are just a microcosm of what’s wrong with her, which is her inability to see what’s right in front of her, to relax, and accept the world as it is, all around her, namely herself, and her own vivid awesomeness. Instead, my aunt puts herself in this endlessly spinning hamster wheel, ever-striving, reaching, wanting, trying, for the ever-elusive more, which, in the end, usually leaves her alone or just plain lonely. And I guess, that’s where I come in.
“Fisher?” I heard my mom calling me. I was just about to leave. I was showing a house to these super indecisive people. This was like the fourteenth house so far, I’m not kidding. What exactly were they looking for? Anyway, so, I had just showered and was ready to go.
“Yeah?” I said, looking in on my mother in her room. It was pretty bright in there. And my mom was looking really tired. She was sitting with her legs splayed apart, with one leg reaching down to the floor and the other leg partially buried under her covers. As a result, her crotch was exposed, or as much as could be exposed with her lacy black, and in my opinion, overly sexy, teddy she had on.
“Can you come lie down with me?”
“Mom, I have to go.”
“Please. I can’t sleep.”
“Well. Okay.” I came in. I undid my tie and, for fear of wrinkling them, I took off my shirt and slacks, leaving me in my boxers and black socks, which probably made me look like some weird old dude.
Mom made some room for me and I scooted in with her and she quickly covered us back up again. Read More
The next morning, I was sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal. Captain Crunch, I think. Why the fuck is that important? Anyway, I could hear the shower running upstairs, given that it was just me and my mom currently living at home, through my alarmingly powerful abilities of deduction, I deduced, within a 50% accuracy, that it was my mom in the shower. So, I thought to hurry up a little and try to run out before my mom was finished showering, but before I could, I got caught on, or in, the maze on the back of the Captain Crunch box. No, I’m not retarded. I was convinced it was an error. I kept getting dead ends. I was seriously thinking about calling the Captain Crunch people and telling them, wondering if it might be intentional, maybe they’re purposely trying to drive little kids around the country crazy by putting a maze on the back of their box that doesn’t work.
“Fisher?” my mom said, suddenly appearing in the kitchen doorway with a little red nighty on.
“Um. Yeah?” I said, almost knowing, wondering why the fuck I didn’t leave when I had the chance. Damn that Captain Crunch!
“I’m going to bed.”
“Um…” My mom raised her eyebrows. Read More
On the third day, God created the heavens and the earth, no not really, but He did create a major erection sprouting out of my boxers, but to be honest, my mom really did that, when I happened upon her room to see her wearing a black and white camisole lingerie top and the tiniest of tiny black thong panties, which really advertised her nice thick ass, while she was turned around and stretching, seemingly to reach those same said heavens, before she suddenly turned around, her and her full-on beauty.
“Fisher!” my mom said, half-startled by my presence, but not really, as she smiled first at me, then down at my giant cock.
“Hi. Um. I just thought I’d come and see if you needed me again today, before I made any plans.”
“Did you sell a house?”
“No. Apparently, the O’Bannon’s really like pushing me around, and when I, well, put my foot down and said they couldn’t push me around anymore, they dropped me.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.”
After three days of my mom absolutely destroying my cock, I had to do something. Go somewhere. Decompress. Share. And that’s when, of all people, Aunt Lily reached out to me. However, in retrospect, knowing my aunt, maybe she wasn’t the best person to open up to about me and my mom. Yeah, my bad. My very big bad.
“What do you mean?” Aunt Lily said, smirking, as she poured me another glass of wine and handed it to me.
I sat there, holding the glass, as I scanned her bedroom, I guess looking for the strength to come out and tell her.
Aunt Lily was very pretty, although, in all objectivity, not as pretty as my mom, which was something, I’m afraid wasn’t lost on her. She was on the precipice of her forties. She had big blue eyes. Long blond hair. And a very shapely, almost girlish, with added bounce, body, which she seemed to like to show off, in particular, as it often turned out, to me, as evidenced by her strange, but often invitation, usually as soon as we got in the door, to get in our underwear and eat cheesecake and drink wine in her bed, which, to me, seemed like the sort of thing my aunt should be doing with her girlfriends, but unfortunately, my aunt wasn’t exactly riddled with friends, on account, I guess, of her sometimes off-putting, over-the-top demeanor. Read More
After sleeping quite late, and sleeping quite intermittently, with images of my mom or my aunt sucking my cock filling my dreams, I woke with tremendous morning wood. So, figuring I’d put it to good use, I went looking for my mom.
Despite it being nearly mid-morning, it would appear my mom wasn’t quite ready for me, as the minute I appeared in her doorway, she leapt onto her bed and pulled up her blue satin bedsheets, half covering her cute little breasts and dark red nipples, leaving one in clear view, as my eyes lingered on it, while my cock dripped with precum.
“Fisher!” my mom shouted, at first startled, but, then acutely irritated, as she added, perhaps even more emphatically, “Sweetheart, you’re dripping!” Her desperate tone communicated her intense desire to, on one hand, keep her naked tits covered and, on the other hand, run over as fast as she could to catch my next drop of precum on her tongue rather than let it go to waste dropping to the floor.
“I know. Sorry,” I said, still a little lost in her tit. Read More
I was out at a bar with a couple other real estate agents when I got a text from my Aunt Lily. It read, simply, “More pics 4 more BJs?” followed by a series of smiley faces.
I wasn’t quite sure what to say. Saying yes was almost like saying yes to her latest idiotic long-distance love interest. And then, as I was thinking on it, the memory of her mega-double-blowjob from the night before came to mind, and my cock’s mind, as it instantly made my cock kick and drip in my boxers. Not a lot. Just a smidge. Just enough to let me know where my cock stood on the subject. So, with some amount of ambivalence, I texted, “Sure. What time?”
“Yippy! Whenever U wanna COME (over). Get it?” She texted back, followed by a series of thinking emoticons.
“Hardy-har-har?” I texted.
“LOL! I bet U R hard!”
“No harder than you.”
“Why would I B hard? That’s UR job! I M wet, tho.” Followed by teary and wet emoticons. Read More
It’s one of those surreal moments when you’re dreaming about your mom sucking your cock and then, right when you’re about to come, you wake up, for fear that you’re about to spluge all over yourself and your bed, only to find your actual mom sucking your actual cock, just in time for you to absolutely explode with about a 1000 lbs of elation surging out of your body and right into your mom’s slowly bobbing lips, making her almost giggle, but of course she can’t because she’s too busy fielding each euphoric shot off the roof of her mouth and collecting on her tongue, until there’s enough to savor, and then, finally, enough to gulp back, at which point she finally unmouths you, giving you the biggest, most cum-covered toothy smile, and says, “Good morning, sweetie.”
“Good morning,” I said, highly elevated, and whatever part of me that wasn’t highly elevated was still asleep.
Then, my mom, who I could see, now, was completely naked, with her cute little golden breasts and beaming hard red nipples digging into my thigh, pushed her juicy lips back down my still rock-hard cock and proceeded to pick up right where she left off. Read More
As gracious as I was being, the fleeting feeling from doing the right thing wasn’t enough to assuage the fact that I still had an absolutely raging cock. So, inevitably, and I’m afraid somewhat predictable at this point, after going over her house two consecutive nights now, I ended up on my Aunt Lily’s doorstep. And don’t think, just because my mom was currently dead to the world, my Aunt Lily was the second best thing, which, let’s face it, she was, it’s just, well, if there was anyone I knew who had a use for a raging cock, it was my Aunt Lily. So, there I was.
“Fisher!” my aunt nearly screamed with excitement when she opened the door. She was already dressed for bed, or at least I assumed she was, wearing a skin-tight pink tank-top and lavender panties. “We must be on the same frequency or something because I was just thinking about how nice your great big cock would be before bed.”
Her words gave me pause.
So, while I was pausing, she pulled me inside. Read More
I have to say, the walk of shame seems especially shameful when you’re coming home from your aunt’s house, and even more shameful when you come home to what I came home to, which was my mom looking up from the hallway floor, sitting up against the stairway wall. Her eyes were as beautiful as ever, but extremely tired. And her demeanor, beneath her exhausted state, was that of frayed and whittled down distress. Her clothes, which I was surprised to see she even had any on, considering the state she was in, were a blue tank-top and a pair of white short shorts. Her golden brown chunky little legs were bare, with one tucked close to her and the other extended almost to where I was standing.
“Mom?” I said, probably a little more frantic than necessary, but gees, what can I say, I was a little freaked out. I hurried over and knelt down with her.
“Fisher? Where were you?” my mom said, sounding absolutely miserable, enough that I thought she might start crying, or recommence crying, judging from her tear-stained cheeks.
“Um. Just out.” I averted my eyes, suddenly full of guilt, though I didn’t know exactly why. So, I said as much. “Why?”
“I waited for you.” Read More
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