On the Loveseat Ch. 12

"God mom! You look so amazing! Fantastic! And if I may say, red hot!" I croaked out.

"What about me?" Aunt Jess spun about too.

"How long did it take to spray paint that dress on? If I hadn't have been having sex with you both, I would be upstairs in my room right now!"

"Jeremy! I'm your mother!"

"Pardon my French mom, but I'm your motherfucker."

"Jeremy! Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?" Mom exclaimed in shocked outrage.

I merely moved to her and kissed her with this mouth. Hard and deeply. When I pulled back, I saw her lipstick was smeared all around her mouth.

"Now you've messed up my lipstick young man!" She scolded me, but was slightly breathless from our kiss.

"You look very handsome too, Jeremy. We might just let you join us." My aunt complimented me. I still felt out of place beside them. "I would kiss you too, but I don't want to mess up my ... aw hell with it!" And she planted her soft and yet firm lips on mine and we messed up her lipstick too.

Mom laughed as her sister and I split. "You have two shades of lipstick all over your face!"

I pulled a handkerchief from my pocket and dabbed at my mouth. I would be willing to have lipstick all over my body, because it would be evidence of where their lips had been on me!

"You ready to go?" Mom asked more seriously now.

I checked my pockets for my phone, wallet, and keys. I nodded.

I escorted my lovely dates to mom's car, as it was nicer than mine. I couldn't show up at a fancy restaurant in my car, even with mom and aunt looking like this. Especially with them dressed like this! I took the keys from mom's hand and told her that I would drive them. I helped them both into the back seat noticing that they took great care to prevent me seeing any more of their legs and possibly their panties! I had them both get in back to avoid rivalry of who would get to sit in front with me, and so they wouldn't try to distract me while I was driving! They both pulled their lipsticks from their small clutches and fixed the messes I'd made.

It was a thirty-minute drive to Rinaldo's, a four-star restaurant in the area. I'd picked it because it was a nice place we could dress up for, and that it was a place that no one we would know would likely to be, or so I hoped. Aunt Jessica and mom chatted quietly in the back and didn't try to mess with me during the drive. I pulled up in front and a valet ran around the car. I helped mom and her sister carefully extract themselves from the car, drawing stares from the college-aged valet as he caught sight of a whole lot of the ladies' toned legs. I put an arm around each woman and guided her to the door, holding it open as we entered.

Rinaldo's was well lit but in such a way that there was a shadowy secretness that lent itself to intimacy. At this early hour, the restaurant appeared to be only half-full. I informed the maître d of my name and with a quick check in his book and a discreet glance at my dates; he guided us to our table. Many of the patrons looked up as we crossed the room and stared openly at mom and Aunt Jess. Both women smiled with the attention they were getting. Aunt Jess paused and gave me a passionate kiss, right in the middle of the room! Mom turned and saw what her sister was doing and as soon as my aunt released my lips, mom fastened herself there as well. I heard a loud murmur rise in the restaurant from their bold displays. I even felt a stirring rise down below.

The older maître d had paused also and appeared perturbed but not surprised by my dates' sexual outburst. We resumed following him.

The table turned out to be an L-shaped booth against the wall with partitions on two sides. I saw as we approached it that you really couldn't see the table until you were nearly next to it. I smiled with what this suggested might happen during our meal! Also that the white tablecloth reached nearly to the floor caused ideas to start running through my mind!

We sat, me against the wall, with mom on one side and my aunt on the other. Mom and Aunt Jess wiped their once-again smeared lips with a napkin and didn't bother reapplying more lipstick. Within in a minute an attractive young woman in her mid-twenties came over, and after she introduced herself as Gretchen said that she would be our waitress. She had straight, mid-length blonde hair, pale blue eyes, and what appeared to be large breasts constrained in her white blouse and black vest. A knee-length black skirt hid most of her legs. I noticed Aunt Jess giving the girl a once over before she left after getting our drink order. She saw that I had noticed and leered back at me.

"Don't you two start anything!" Mom told us in a firm whisper. I raised my eyebrows in reply and Aunt Jess just grinned at her sister.

"I was just admiring our cute waitress." My aunt stated.

"Just don't start getting cute with her. And I didn't necessarily appreciate that little stunt either."

"It didn't stop you from kissing him too! Admit it, you liked everyone staring at us, at you, as you did that."

"It was ... exciting." Mom confessed, her eyes lowering slightly. I reached over and put a reassuring hand on hers.

"It was exciting mom. That we did it with all these people who don't know that you're my mother made it even better!"

"Jeremy! Shh!" Mom gasped in her whisper.

Okay, I may have been a bit loud considering the content of my words.

"Sorry mom." I whispered just as low.

"Maybe you shouldn't call me that while we're here." She looked around but the partition was higher than her head and cut off her view of the rest of the room.

"What do I call you?" I asked.

"You don't have to call me anything; I know when you are talking to me. Or you could use my name."

"What? Jenny?" I struggled to say the word. Jenny was a girl in my third period class. Cute, but kind of chunky. This beautiful woman beside me had always been mom. To call her otherwise would be like saying grass was blue, it was just wrong.

"It is my name." Mom stated flatly.

"I'll try mah- Jenny." The syllables tangled my tongue.

Gretchen returned with our beverages, water for me and glasses of wine for the ladies. She handed out menus and recited the evening's specials. I paid little attention to her words and was trying to picture her without her waitress uniform on her shapely figure. Mom must have noticed because she kicked my shin. Gretchen may not have seen me staring or chose to ignore it as she cheerfully answered mom's and Aunt Jess's questions about the specials, though it seemed that my aunt was asking only to just keep the Nordic blonde at the table. Was she trying to flirt with this girl? As she walked away, I watched the gentle sway of her well-rounded rump.

"You have two women sitting her with you, and yet you still stare at the waitress's ass?" Mom huffily complained.

"You've told me I need to find a girlfriend." I stated, staring back at her boldly.

"I have. But you shouldn't do so while out with your ... mother." Her voice dropped to barely audible. I grinned at her caution.

We studied our menus for the next few minutes. I noticed the prices and choked. I hope my mom and her sister didn't go getting crazy with their orders. Dinner would take a big chunk out of my bank account! But it was worth it to be out with them both, all dressed up and looking so hot and sexy! I would have to remember to get a picture of us together to remember this night.

Gretchen returned and took our orders. I saw she kept glancing at me even while talking to mom or Aunt Jess. My aunt put her hand on the girl's arm, gently holding it casually, but purposely. Gretchen looked down at Aunt Jess's hand with a smile but her gaze returned to me. I was picturing Aunt Jess with Gretchen, much as she had been with her friend Margie, and my little friend was becoming not so little anymore. Mom just watched the interactions going on with a discerning grin.

I ordered the steak and mushrooms, Aunt Jess had decided on the Chicken Marsala, and mom chose the lasagna. As Gretchen gathered the menus, I saw her wink at me with her pretty blue eyes. She must have decided that mom and Aunt Jess weren't actual dates of mine. Obviously, she hadn't seen the two of them kiss me in the midst of the restaurant! Mom gave me a knowing smile as she had seen the waitress's interest. Aunt Jess had a slight scowl, she evidently had too!

As we waited for our food, we were relatively quiet. Mom and her sister finished their wine, so I raised a hand to signal Gretchen for two more. Her face lit up as she looked my way, more so than seemed normal for a diner to get from their server. As she went back about her job, I felt a hand on my lap. From the angle, it was clearly my aunt's seeking for my half-erect dick. I looked quickly at her and she just smiled innocently. She worked my pants undone and released my rapidly growing cock, her fingers feather-light over my hot skin. My breath caught in my throat as I noticed our blonde waitress returning with two more glasses of wine. As Gretchen set the glasses on the table, Aunt Jess gestured to her and moved aside to allow the blonde to witness her hand stroking my totally hard dick. I gasped loudly.

"Nice." I heard Gretchen comment. She looked up at me with a wide smile.

"Jess!" I complained, having enough thought not to say aunt.

Mom then realized what was going on and added her voice of disapproval.

"Jessica! I said no funny business!"

Our waitress walked away without another word. Mom looked over the edge of the table and saw her sister's hand caressing my shaft, pre-cum drooling from the hole. She may not have approved, but her eyes lingered for longer than just a glance.

"See something you like mom?" I asked her. This seemed to break her reverie as she looked up at my face.

"You know I do. Just not here." She turned her face away and took a large drink of her wine.

Aunt Jess had no such qualms. She glanced around to see that no one could see her, ducked down, and hid under the tablecloth. Next, I knew her head appeared from the white linen and her mouth engulfed my cock. She took the entire thing with her first bob. I grunted loudly, and that made mom return her gaze. Her eyes bugged wide when she saw the strawberry curls of her sister's head.

"What the hell are you doing Jessica?" Mom yelled at her in a soft voice. Gentle sucking sounds were her answer. Mom looked at me sternly and I looked back innocently.

"I'm not going to stop her." I whispered. Aunt Jess was wasting no time and was using all her skills on my hard and aching cock. I had to tap on her head after a few minutes to stop her before I came in her mouth.

"Stop Jess, you'll spoil your dinner if you fill up on me first." I quipped.

She slowed her tempo, but didn't stop. I had to admit I was enjoying her ministrations and didn't necessarily care if she stopped or not!

Mom had a look on her face that I didn't know if it was actual anger, or she was frustrated it wasn't her sucking my cock. She took another gulp of wine, nearly finishing it, and again looked at me, this time with determination. She glanced at her legs, or I thought that's what she was doing, when she slid off her seat and disappeared under the table.

I sat there not knowing what to do. It would appear that I was alone but I could feel the two women shuffling around my legs. Aunt Jess's head pulled off my dick and disappeared under the tablecloth. I could hear faint muttering from below but couldn't determine any words or even the tone of what was said. Aunt Jessica suddenly popped up, brushing her hair back and rearranged her décolletage. Mom also reappeared, her tits barely held in by the scant neckline. She saw me looking and glanced down. She actually pulled the dress further downwards, the bumpy edge of her darker areolas now visible. My eyes widened slightly. Mom just smiled seductively at me. I sat there with my cock standing free from my dress pants.

Gretchen came back carrying a large tray with our meals. She looked cautiously around the table verifying where everyone's hands were placed. I wondered what she would think if she saw that my raging dick was still in the open. She spent a few minutes setting out our plates and chatting with Aunt Jess who was flirting relentlessly with the girl. Gretchen seemed to take it in stride, and was even playfully teasing back with my aunt. Her eyes kept glancing to me and I just tried to act suave and nonchalant, surely failing miserably.

Mom, Aunt Jess, and I set about eating our meal. Within a minute or two, I felt a hand on my bare cock. Aunt Jess's hand. She winked at me and stroked me slowly, keeping me hard. I downplayed her actions and kept eating my steak as if her hand wasn't there. After a couple minutes, her hand returned to the table, but then another hand was now massaging me from the opposite side. Mom also winked at me as she continued to eat while playing with her son's hard cock under the table's edge. The two of them took turns rubbing, stroking, and teasing me tirelessly. I squirmed under their loving hands, but I was intent on eating my delicious meal.

More than halfway through her food, mom finished half her glass of wine in a long sip, then she looked nervously around. She slid down under the table and pulled Aunt Jess's hand from my painfully hard dick. I felt her mouth surround my head and her tongue swirl over the smooth mushroom head. I glanced at Aunt Jess in surprise. She smiled and finished her own wine. With the constant attention I had received as I ate, mom's mouth had me ready to burst in moments. This wasn't on her agenda, as she just played her tongue over my shaft and head, especially the sensitive spot just under the flared edge. I moaned tortuously as my mother sucked my cock in this fancy restaurant.

Aunt Jess waved Gretchen over, indicating the empty wine glasses. The young blonde nodded and headed for the bar. She returned in a few minutes and set the two glasses down. Once again, my aunt gestured for her to look closer. Gretchen looked over the table and saw mom licking up the side of my cock then take it deep into her hungry mouth. The waitress's eyes grew very large, but she didn't appear shocked, merely intrigued. The sucking sounds mom was making must surely be heard at nearby tables. I just looked at the cute girl uncomfortably as she watched this older woman that she couldn't know was my mom giving me head.

"Miss, I don't think that is on the menu!" Gretchen said playfully and laughed. "It is one hell of a special though!" She did continue to watch for more than a minute before she was called away.

Mom kept going a short while longer before she sat back up and returned her attention to her meal.

"I think I should have ordered that special, this," she indicated her almost empty plate, "isn't nearly as nice. Or as filling." She grinned at me.

"Jenny!" Her sister and I both exclaimed.

As we finished, mom and my aunt contemplated ordering desert, but eventually decided against it considering their tight attire. They finally allowed me to put my cock away without having let me cum at all. I had to struggle to get everything tucked back into place. I signaled for the bill and Gretchen brought it over. I looked it over, filled in the tip, and then gave her my credit card.

"Are you sure the three of you don't want anything else tonight?" She said suggestively. I decided it was my turn to shock the sexy girl.

"Not unless you are available?" I asked with all the seduction I could muster. She smiled so beautifully back at me.

"I'm sorry. It's still very early. I'll be here for quite a few more hours. Sorry." She seemed to be genuinely disappointed, but I was sure that was just from years spent dealing with people.

"Then that's it, thank you." I said. She turned and walked away with at least two pairs of eyes watching her sway.

When she returned with my card, we had risen and were about ready to leave. I was anxious to get these two vixens home and make them pay for their torturing me all night. I took the card and as I was returning it to my wallet, Aunt Jess had taken Gretchen's wrist and placed her hand on my still swollen cock. I was stunned that my aunt would do this, but after the previous events of the evening, I shouldn't have been surprised. What did surprise me was when Gretchen didn't pull her hand away but gave my cock a firm squeeze. She let her fingers trail over my bulge when she did release me. I locked eyes with her and I felt that connection spark between us. I smiled as mom and Aunt Jess led me away.

We got to the entrance and when I went to pull out my ticket for the valet, I found another slip of paper in my pocket. It was small and I unfolded it to reveal two words in a feminine script 'Call Me!' followed by a phone number. It could have only been from Gretchen, though I don't know when she was able to give it to me. While she distracted me by rubbing my cock? But that had been spur of the moment on Aunt Jess's part. I showed this to mom and my aunt. Both of them urged me to call the waitress. I replied that the two of them were more than enough for me. I could barely keep up with just two women, I didn't need a third!

"If you don't call her, I just might!" Aunt Jessica teased. Even though Gretchen had played along with my aunt's flirting, she didn't strike me as the type to go both ways, but then I wouldn't have guessed I'd be having sex with my mother or my aunt either, so what did I know!

Mom was looking at me with a steely gaze. I already knew what she would say.

"I'll call her, I'll call her." I conceded to their demands, putting the slip in my wallet. I wasn't sure how serious either of them actually was, I knew how much they seemed to like being with me. Even if it was supposed to be forbidden, that was part of what made what we were doing so exciting!

I was on a date with mom and Aunt Jess, regardless of what they might call it, and they were insisting on me hooking up with another girl! I still wasn't completely convinced that this wasn't a dream! The longest, most real-seeming dream ever, but still it must be a dream. There was no way things like this happened to anybody in the real waking world!

As we got in mom's car, it was clear that the wine had made the ladies slightly tipsy. I started to pull from the parking lot when Aunt Jess declared that she wanted to go dancing.

"Jess, no. We've done enough in public. Let's just go home. We can dance there." Mom protested with little conviction.

"That's a great idea, Aunt Jess. Come on mom, it'll be fun. I know you love to dance and that dad never takes you."

"I do love it! Justin hates dancing. I could barely get him to dance with me at our wedding reception." Mom said reflectively. "But I don't know any of the current music, I'm an old woman!"

"You're not old Jenny. It's the same as it was when we used to go. You just dance to the beat regardless of the song. You'll do fine."

"I don't know Jess. We can't move much in these dresses. It was one thing to have a table hiding us most of the time, but everyone will be able to see ... everything!"

"If you didn't want anyone to see anything, you shouldn't have picked that dress, you should've worn the blue one."

"But I wore this one for Jeremy. I wanted to tease him with it."

"And you are gorgeous in it mom!" I said over my shoulder. I was driving in no particular direction until we decided, or I should say, until we convinced mom.

"Thank you honey." She paused a moment, then said, "I suppose we could go for a little while. The two of you can dance and I'll just sit and watch." My mom didn't sound certain with this idea either.

"We can't go dancing without you dancing too mom! You love to dance; you would look so incredible with that dress. Everybody will be staring at you!" I tried persuading her.