I've always enjoyed family reunions, specifically when my older sister Jenny attended. See, we've been shameless lovers since she turned seventeen and I fifteen and lived in the same house. A couple of years later, she went to college and two years after that it was my turn to leave the nest. But we always 'got together' whenever we could, and the most time we got were during these frequent (thank god) family reunions.
The last time we were together, she surprised me by asking if I'd ever thought about mom in an unmotherly way.
Up until her question, I hadn't thought about it, but as soon as Jenny put that nasty thought in my mind, I started looking at mom in an entirely different manner. The next morning when our family gathered for breakfast, I couldn't help ogling mom.
What made things worse that morning was the fact that mom wore a robe that revealed more than enough of her abundant cleavage to give me a raging hard-on. During breakfest, she often caught me staring in her direction, and her look back seemed to say, 'I know what you want, are you crazy enough to do something about it?'
Being just short of sixteen, born out of wedlock, male and a randy sod was nothing unusual, fancying everything of the opposite sex was supposedly normal, what wasn't so normal was the lust I had for my mother and my aunt. For the past year I'd been having wet dreams about my mother or my aunt, not that they weren't something to have wet dreams about, but it was not the sort of thing a boy was supposed to do.
What made matters even worse was the fact that my mother and her sister were identical twins, even people that had known them for years sometimes had trouble telling them apart so at times I wasn't sure whether it was my mother or my aunt that I was doing such lovely things to in my dreams. Not that I really cared that much, they were both gorgeous women. Not only gorgeous but 'sparky' with it, they both had the same sense of humour that went exceedingly well with their dirty minds and when the pair of them were together they could have made a blue comedian blush.
It was a month before my sixteenth when fate conspired to turn my dreams into reality, my mother had gone to London with her work and she had asked her sister, my aunt Eleanor, to look after me for the few days that she would be away. Sad though I was to be parted from my mother having some-one who looked exactly like her around took the sting away. The start of the first day, a Friday, was nothing out of the ordinary, my mother left while I was at school and my aunt arrived just as I got home, in fact at first I didn't realise it was my aunt and not my mother, but eventually we got that sorted out. Just like any normal Friday we went shopping, well my aunt and I did, usually it was my mother and I, anyway after shopping we had dinner and then spent the rest of the evening chatting and watching TV.
It was almost nine and we'd been sitting watching some rubbishy film for the past ten minutes when Aunt Eleanor muttered something and leant forward to grab the TV and Satellite guide.
"How bloody boring," she said softly "surely there's something better on."