On the Loveseat Ch. 28

Aunt Jess's hands went from my neck and I was ready to pull back if she scolded me for getting fresh with her. Instead, her hands went to the hem of my shirt and pulled it urgently over my head.

I grinned at that indication.

"Go ahead. I know you're dying to get your paws on my tits!" She encouraged me. Needlessly!

"Aunt Jess!" I exclaimed.

And put my paws on her huge honkers!

I squeezed her breasts through the fuzzy pink sweater. They felt as heavenly as I remembered them being.

"That feels so good!" She cooed. "Let's get this sweater off!"

Yes, let's!

I leaned back in to kiss her after the garment was tossed across the room and she was left in a plain, white bra, but very sexy encasing those fabulous tits!

Aunt Jess met my lips with hers and her hands roamed my back. Mine were on her back, but weren't roaming freely and instead worked at undoing her bra fastening. Both our pelvises ground against the other as well as our mouths.

"I need you, Jeremy!" My aunt stated at one point between breaths.

Okay.

I took that as permission to place my hands where I then craved them to be. On her scrumptious booty!

"You really do love my ass, don't you?" Jess asked as she kissed over my cheek and to my ear where she nibbled on my earlobe.

"I love all of your body, Aunt Jess!" I stated completely honestly.

"I love you touching me, Jeremy! No one's touched me in weeks!" Her voice dripped need.

Weeks? It had been months for me!

I said nothing about my own drought though.

"Let's go to my bedroom!" Aunt Jess said and darted across the room.

I followed only a half-step behind her. Enough to watch her ass shake in her tight jeans!

She turned once in her room and I was on her like a vulture on a carcass. We fell onto her bed with a grunt and then a laugh. Our lips returned together as we rolled and twisted on the once-well-made bed.

"Are you sure about this, Jess?" I questioned her mid-kiss.

"You're in my bed, aren't you?" Her hazel eyes pierced into me.

"I just don't want you to have second thoughts afterwards." I said cautiously.

"Because you'd have nowhere to live after burning through two sisters?" Aunt Jess asked, but her tone was semi-jest as she also ran her forefinger over my lower lip that hers had just warmed.

"That's not what I meant." I said defensively.

She laughed easily.

"I know what you meant. I won't have second thoughts. I'm not done with my first ones yet!" She said as sultrily as a black widow inviting the male to mate.

It was those same after effects that I was worried about though!

"Jeremy." Jess spoke simply. "I've missed being with you. I knew it was wrong when we did what we did, when you were with Jenny. It was good with Eric, for a while. But it was better with you and I missed that. You gave me hope for men again, even if it didn't work out with the first one with that hope. I'll find another one and hopefully that will be the right one. But for right now, you're the right one."

"Oh, Jess, I've missed you too!" I wrapped my arms around her again.

"Just so you know, this isn't some 'grand love affair' like you had with Jenny. It's just the two of us satisfying our desires, nothing more!" Her words cautioned me, but her eyes burned with fire.

"I don't know if I will be able to love someone again. Not for a long while, anyway. But, for now, you're just my gorgeous aunt that I've always dreamed about!"

"You are the first one to admit to dreaming about me! I don't know if there have been others, but at least I have you!"

"For as long as you want me!"

Our clothes were shed in haste. Aunt Jessica laid upon her bed with arms, and legs, open and awaiting me to fill the space between them both. I was in such need that I felt sure that I would blow immediately upon entry.

It wasn't immediately, but wasn't long afterwards either. But I kept my rigor and my will. All the way through the third time.

Aunt Jess let me know of her satisfaction multiple times as we wrestled together in our mutual desires.

We lay beside each other breathing heavily when we finished. Or more likely, we were just taking a long pause.

"Whew! I really have missed this!" She whispered loudly.

"Really? Really really?" I asked curiously. I didn't want to make comparisons to her other 'more recent' lover.

Jess looked at me studiously as if knowing the intent of my curiosity.

"Eric? He was good. Really good! But he isn't as young, or determined, as you. You always go the extra mile!" She gave me a quick, but still passionate kiss.

"Thanks, I guess. I try." I answered her praise.

"Do you want to join me in the shower? I seem to remember that you liked to wash my tits."

Liked? I loved it!

So it was that we became lovers once again. But as she said at the start, it was just sex, or the two of us satisfying our insatiable desires. I loved my aunt, as my aunt and as my sex partner, and there weren't the weighty emotions bogging us down. We each just wanted some fun and lots of sex.

Lots and lots of sex!

We did still find time to play on my X-station, but both of us found that less alluring than a good hour romp on her bed! I felt my feelings for her growing but I scolded myself at those stirrings and reminded myself of the pain that I had gone through with her sister. And the fact that I knew that Jessica didn't feel the same as Jenny had claimed that she had, helped quench any burdensome sentiments.

Aunt Jessica's friendly neighbor, or neighborly friend, Margie soon found out about our trysting. She was a welcome addition for the both of us, each of us turned on by the other joined with the brash auburn-haired woman.

It got to be that Margie was spending so much time visiting her 'friend', that she might as well moved in as well! I really began to wonder if I could be worn out with two women, even if they helped out in taking care of each other. That only would lead to my reinvigoration, at least for the short term.

Then the inevitable occurred.

Jess and I hadn't done anything to prevent it's happening, so we only had ourselves to blame.

One evening, just after we'd had dinner. In our underwear, if you must know! Jess and I had sat on the couch to watch a movie, but we got easily sidetracked by each other's presence, or my stiff dick! We were in the middle of a nice long fuck when the front door opened. We were both startled at that, but too involved to do anything about it.

Mom burst in.

"Jess? I knocked but no one answered. Are you here?" Mom asked loudly before she turned to discover me laying atop her sister with nary a stitch on.

"Jessica! Jeremy!" She screamed as loud as I had ever heard her.

"Jenny!" Jess yelled in shock at being found like that.

"I knew it! I knew it! I just knew it!" Mom screamed again, her face the color of those generic balls from school used for dodgeball.

"I knew you had lied to me! You both lied! Right out lied to me! I knew it!"

I thought mom might burst a blood vessel on her face. Or all of them!

I leapt from Jess's body with my hands over my rock-hard cock. I don't know why I covered myself. It wasn't as if both women hadn't seen me nude many times. Some of those times right in that room!

Jess sat, then stood up, but made no move to hide her body. Her face was red as well, if not so deep in hue.

"We didn't lie to you!" She yelled at mom.

"We weren't fucking when you accused us of it!" Jess tried to keep her voice from a shout. "I now wish that we had been though! Jeremy is so damned good to me! You should know that! You had your chance! You are the one that ended that!"

Mom seemed a little taken aback at Jess's fierce rebuke. I knew it was the truth of the words that hit mom harder than the volume, or the tone of them.

"But it's incest, Jess." Mom's voice dropped many decibels with her new argument.

"We're both consenting adults. You've already gone there, so you can't say what others can or can't do!" Jess pointed her forefinger at her sister accusingly. "I don't know what you wanted, but why don't you go back to your happy home and your dear husband and leave me and your amazing son in peace?"

Even I was shocked at that!

Mom looked like she had been punched in the face.

She stared at her sister and almost appeared that she might cry.

I felt some guilt at Jess's words, and even some pain for mom. I might not have been in love with her anymore, but I did love her. She was still my mother.

"Mom ..." I reached one hand towards her.

She flinched before my hand got halfway.

"No, Jeremy. We've all made our beds it seems. And now we have to lay in them." Her eyes were on the floor, but I knew it wasn't because of our nudity. She turned back to the front door.

"I know where I am not wanted." Then she closed the door behind her.

"Was that really necessary, Jess?" I asked hurtfully.

"I'm sorry, Jeremy. I didn't mean it to come out like that. But, I'm mad! She's accused us of something we weren't doing and she wouldn't believe us when we denied it. I'm her sister, you're her son. She should have given us the benefit of the doubt. But, no, she just assumed that we'd been screwing around. Then she just comes barging in here, in my house! It doesn't matter what we were or weren't doing! Maybe, she's just jealous again, and she wishes she had you back again."

I couldn't be sure that Jess wasn't right.

But still, mom had been hurt.

She might have hurt me, and in a far greater degree, but ... she was still my mom.

"It's okay, Jer. Let her stew for bit. I'll call her in a few days and ... I don't know. I won't apologize; I haven't done anything wrong!"

I looked at her firmly.

"Well, okay. But it's the same wrong that she's also done!" Jess said defiantly.

After a moment her face relaxed.

"So, let's get back to what we were doing when we were rudely interrupted." She gave me a sexy smile.

"Nah, I don't think so now. I've lost the mood." I was surprised that I was turning her down.

"You look like you're still ... in the mood." Her gaze had fallen to my dick that was damp with her excitement and still standing tall.

"I'm sorry, Jess. Maybe tomorrow. I'm going to go to my room. Good night." I stepped next to her to kiss her cheek. She didn't pull away or say anything, but I saw a dark cloud on her face. I hoped that this one incident didn't rain on what we had going.

Jess was more cheerful the next day, but I was sure it was more a reflexive reaction to the previous evening's events. She wouldn't let her sister ruin what she now had. She showed me that there was no ill will between us. Especially when she got down on her knees and gave me one of her fabulous deep-throat blowjobs that left me weak in the knees and my brain spinning.

Unfortunately, Jess didn't call mom to talk. I urged her to, but she said that Jenny was the one that needed to apologize. I didn't press her, but I felt badly for my part in causing this rift between the sisters that had always been so close. So close that one of them had shared me with the other!

I settled into my life and summer at Aunt Jess's, or just Jess as I then called her. Much as I had once called mom by her name. But that was the past. I tried to keep a lid on my feelings, but I did grow to love my luscious aunt, even if it wasn't to the same degree that I had loved Jenny. I did nothing to let Jess know how I felt, but I guessed that she already knew. She never said anything and it just became an open secret between us.

I did call mom about ten days after the blow up. I said nothing about it, or about what Jess and I were doing together. She also didn't bring it up, but whether from acceptance about her role in what led to it, or that she understood that she had been wrong and couldn't admit it. I inquired about family life, dad, Johnny, Jojo (or as mom informed me, my sister now insisted on being called Jo or Joanne. I smiled at that.), and at the last, herself. I could almost imagine her smiling at my inquiry of her. I did feel some of the hurt melting between us, but what was once between us was truly gone at that point. I told her that I wanted her to stay my mom and she reassured me that that was what she would always be for me. I hung up with a mournful joy.

I did get a job late that summer, at no urging from my father and more out of the desire to contribute more to the household than menial chores or being the resident stud. Not that either bothered me! More the latter than the former.

It was just at the local hardware store, but Jess had never demanded rent and made more than enough to cover her bills, even with the increase in the grocery budget! I had enough money to give her a good portion of my check with some even left for whatever minor expenses I incurred. Which weren't much, as most of my time was spent in the arms of one busty strawberry blonde with an incredible ass or a brassy and brassy-haired broad with her own plentiful curves.

What more could I want?

A hot girl and one to spare.

The rest of the family never had any suspicions of what was going on at Jess's house. Dad just assumed that my aunt had taken in her 'wronged' nephew and mom could never admit to anything that she then knew, or of her own part in it, or that what she had done with me could come out.

Dad did make comments to his sister-in-law about how it seemed that I was just 'laying around the house' all day long. Or that my aunt should make me do more with my life. Jess kept her cool at these cracks and just said that she didn't mind me 'laying around' all day. Mom and I had to smirk at her responses.

Part of dad's concern was that I had put off going to school for a year or so. I didn't want to miss a moment spent with Jess or her wonderful charms. Or Margie's for that matter, but mostly Jess!

As for mom and Jess.

I talked with both separately over the course of some time and tried to get each to see the others' side. Both were resolute in their positions, even if mom's had softened over time and with talking with me. I reminded them each of how much they loved each other and that they were sisters and that with them fighting as they were doing was hurting me being caught between them.

It was a long process, but eventually they were able to talk. Curtly and short at first, but mellowing and easing with each conversation. They became friendly, and eventually did get back to what they had had before that damn meddlesome Jeremy had come between them. That one evening was never brought up again, or the things that had been said. And the topic of me and who I happened to be sleeping with, then or in the past, was very carefully avoided by both as they knew that the rift could easily be ripped open again.

Such as it was between me and mom.

Neither of us ever said anything about what had been between us or the words that we had declared to one another on many a dark night in her bed, or mine. I would still get a glimpse of her and I would see that woman that I once would have died for, but then that image would be overlapped by the woman that had always been my mother. I missed what I had had, what we had had, but it was gone and nothing could rekindle that flame. We were more than mother and son, our intimate knowledges too much to ignore, but we were much less that what had been.

The delay to college became more than a delay. I just didn't go. I had a job that I loved. I had all the sex that I could want with the first woman that I had ever dreamed about. If things couldn't go back to how they were with mom, at least we were cordial.

To keep up the appearance that I was only staying at my aunt's house and that nothing more was going on, I did manage to find an occasional 'girlfriend' for brief periods of time. The fact that I would also bring them home to meet my aunt, or even her friend, wasn't known to anyone but those involved. Jess's bisexuality was very arousing to me!

Although we were just sexmates, I did grow to want more. I knew that Jess had always wanted kids and had been jealous of mom with her three. I made allusions of having kids, but not specifically with her. Whether she knew my contrived intent or not, she came out boldly and said that she would never agree to that with me as I was her nephew and there were some boundaries that she wouldn't cross, no matter how tempting. I was intrigued that she was tempted, but the subject was dropped harder than a brick wall.

I didn't really notice the time passing. One day became the next.

It was only when Jo was graduating that I realized that I was so much older then. I needed to decide what I wanted to do with my life. I loved the hardware store, but it wasn't really a career. Listening to the guy's come in with their stories about their lives was interesting, but it just seemed like there should be more. One day while Jess and I were visiting mom and dad and my father was making his usual comments about me. He came out and said that he wished that I had at least gone to film school and became a director like I had claimed that I wanted to be. I did want to be still, but it had seemed like such a long shot and I was sleeping with a sure thing and passed up any opportunity that I might have had. I was nearing thirty, thirty! I couldn't try to go to college then for a fleeting dream that would never be.

It might have been the straw that broke the camel's back though.

Shortly after that, Jess began to get testy with me. Complaining about things left undone around the house, dishes not put in the dishwasher, my clothes always on the floor. That last was usually because she had taken them off me and thrown me in bed!

A bed that we didn't seem to be spending as much time in anymore.

Then I got the surprise of my life!

I came home one day from work and had been in an unusually good mood. A good meal, a few beers, a romp in the hay with my still gorgeous Jess.

Instead, I came home to find all my clothes and stuff packed in boxes on the living room floor.

I looked at Jess stunned.

"I want you out." She said as if the words came so easily. "Your father was right. You have done nothing with your life. All you've wanted to do is paw my tits and stare at my ass as you shove your dick in it!"

"That's what you've wanted to!" I fought to keep from shouting. I was reeling at this decision from her!

"Not any more. I wonder now how many men I might have missed out on while I was playing house with you. The right one was probably right in front of me and I didn't even know it!"

She had kept from getting loud, but her emotions grew such that she couldn't stay quiet. Or keep the tears from her eyes.

"I love you, Jeremy. Not like you want me to, but more than as just your aunt. Remember, I am just your aunt." She wiped at her eyes. "But that's it from now on. I need to live my life and you need to live your own."

I just stared at her, feeling that same rejection and same pain that I had felt from Jenny so, so many years ago.

"You can't mean that, Jess. All that we've shared, all this time." I pleaded.

"You have until tomorrow night. Whatever is still here then will be on the curb when the garbage men come." Tears ran down her cheeks.

"Jess. You can't do this. What about ..." I started before she interrupted me.

"No, there is no more us, there never was an 'us'. It was just sex. Remember that way back when I foolishly let you come over. Just sex. Not move in and ruin both of our lives with your silly sex fantasies!"

"Jess!" I called out, but she turned her back on me and walked towards our bedroom. No, her bedroom. I had always just been a guest. A now unwanted guest!

"What am I supposed to do?" I asked loudly. I got no answer.