Two Sisters for Sarah

Authors note:

All characters portrayed in this fictional story are over the age of 18 years.

This story includes incestuous unprotected sex between a young man, his mother and his aunt.

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"Mom, I'm home," I yelled as I entered our house after a three month stay at business school. I had my hands full, laden down with my laptop bag and my knapsack full of clothes. Mom came running from the kitchen looking as lovely as ever and threw her arms around me giving me a tight hug. I dropped my bags and wrapped my arms around her holding her tight. We were cheek to cheek and her hair was draped in my reddening face as I was already getting hard as usual when around Mom.

Her bra filled breasts felt wonderful pressed to me and her smell was intoxicating. Her hair smelled of Plumeria blossoms. I recognized the shampoo from a Hawaii trip we took years before and I knew she only used it on special occasions. Did she use it for me? I had to back my pelvis away from her so my raging hard-on wouldn't give me away. She pulled away and grabbed my face with her hands looking at me with those beautiful eyes.

"Billy, I've missed you so much. We have so much to get caught up on. Put your bags in your room and let's talk before we have dinner."

"Sure Mom, it'll just take a sec. I've missed you too. Dinner smells great, smells like you're cooking up my favorite meal."

She leaned in close to me and kissed me on the cheek and whispered in my ear, "It is your favorite, I wanted a special night for your homecoming. I've missed you so much!"

She left for the kitchen while I headed to my room.

My name is William, my mother calls me Billy, honey or sweetie. My mother's name is Beverly. Her friends call her Bev, but I call her Mom. Mother seemed too formal and calling her Mom seemed to connect with her better. Here is how I've got to this point in my life.

Dad died a few years ago, working himself into an early grave. He started up a business, spent all his time building it up and wouldn't allow anyone to help him manage it. Long hours, bad lunches and non-stop stress took it's toll which left Mom to take over the business along with raising me.

She's smart and had no problem taking over, promoting people to help her manage the business, so she wouldn't have to put in the same amount of time. She wanted to spend as much time with me as she could to make sure I finished school in good standing. We grew close through those years and did everything together. We took vacations together and most weekends we tried to go out and have fun at events or would dine out at different restaurants.

She's tall, being a few inches under six feet and her slim body accentuates her curves. She doesn't have huge breasts but they're big enough they might droop a little if she would ever go bra-less, which she doesn't. Her smile can immediately make you happy.

She has a great disposition and I really enjoy being with her. Her legs are toned and look abnormally long due to her height. She has a hard time finding skirts that don't go down as far as she'd like. I have to be careful not to get caught staring at her gorgeous legs. She's thirty-six but looks like she's in her late twenties.

When I was close to graduating from high school, my mom asked me whether I wanted to start at the business right away or if I wanted to pursue a career of my own. I wanted to stay at home and work with her, but my lust was increasing to an all-time high and I didn't want to jeopardize our relationship.

I also hated to see my mom tied down to the business and me too. She hasn't dated since dad's death and her only relationship since then was with me. I decided if I took a year-long course at a business school, it'd give her a chance to pursue a relationship and give me an opportunity to find someone.

She seemed a little upset but told me she understood I needed to explore other options. She helped me pick out a curriculum that would be useful in any business including hers. She helped me with the applications and even went with me to the campus to finalize the paperwork and inspect my dormitory room. She told me she was paying for everything and I could get one of the more expensive private rooms, but I told her a roommate would be fine and I'd be able to network better if I made some friends on campus.

After graduation, I started immediately at the business school and stayed there for several months before I came home. Mom and I video chatted on our computers, but seeing Mom in person again was much better. We spent the whole weekend together relating the events of the past few months. I was surprised to learn she still hadn't dated, but rather kept herself busy at work and going out with her sister, Aunt Kathy.

I reluctantly went back to school Sunday night for the next week's classes. I would repeat this for several times until Mom suggested I come home each weekend. I could do my homework in her office as she didn't spend a lot of time on business anymore. Her eyes melted me when she pleaded and a glance down at her partially exposed thighs convinced me. I told her it was a great idea and I'd do it.

This didn't solve my initial problem with hoping Mom would find a relationship and I might find someone to take my mind off my hot Mom. I dated a few girls at school but none of them compared with Mom and I soon broke up with them. I couldn't talk with any of them the same way I connected with Mom or have as much fun as when I'm with her.

That brings us to where I started this story. I was home for the first weekend of many until I finished my year of courses, which was two months away. I put away my bags and went to meet Mom in the living room. I sat on the couch to watch some TV and before I could turn it on, she came in and sat by me. We discussed what each of us had been doing since I was last home.

It was obvious she was more comfortable in shorter skirts now and her beautiful legs were distracting. She has always talked with her hands waving them around whenever she talked, but now she would touch me on the shoulders or arms while talking. During our talks she would ask me if I had a girlfriend or had been on any dates. Each time I would tell her nothing serious. She looked sad when I told her.

Dinner was ready. We sat across from each other and her beauty was as intoxicating as usual. Her shoulder length black hair was shiny and full, framing her beautiful face perfectly. I stared more than usual making up for the several months I'd been absent. She looked up, catching me a couple of times, then smiled without saying anything.

We quickly went back to a routine of going out to have some fun, coming home to watch a show or do some housework. I'd work on my studies in the office, then she'd either do her business or video chat with her sister. I only needed a couple hours to finish my work, as I was pretty far ahead in all of my classes.

The next weekend Mom decided on a restaurant featuring a dance floor. Canned slow music was playing for the patrons. I've never danced and Mom knew it. We ate and while we were waiting for the check Mom said, "Billy, you should learn to dance. Girls like to dance and it would help you meet them."

"Ah Mom, girls don't slow dance anymore. Guys my age don't dance with their mothers either. Anyway, I'd probably hurt you. I'm sure I'd be a horrible dancer."

"Nonsense sweetie, ladies love to dance, they enjoy being held by their man. I'll teach you. There are only a few couples here and no one is going to know you're my son. Don't worry, we'll take it slow and before you know it, you'll have the hang of it," she seductively said as she came over to my side of the table.

I loved the thought of dancing with Mom, but I didn't want to seem too eager. When we moved to the floor she wrapped her right arm around me and with her other hand she gripped my right hand. I held her as you would when slow dancing.

She told me to look down at our feet and taught me some basic steps. We went slow and of course I did misstep and we were both laughing at how bad I was. After some practice I started to get the hang of it and took over the lead.

"Sweetie, you picked it up fast. Now look up at me while we're dancing. A girl likes to be appreciated while she's being led around the dance floor."

I gladly looked up and danced while our eyes were locked together. I wonder what she was thinking as we stared at each other. I could have stared at her lovely face all night. She was the one that broke eye contact when she held me tighter and rested her head against mine. It was hard to see through the hair that had fallen in my face but I didn't attempt to push it aside. It was Plumeria scented again.

Whispering in her ear I said, "Mom, did you use the Plumeria shampoo from our Hawaii vacation? It smells good. You know it's one of my favorites, don't you? It brings back memories from our time in Hawaii."

I felt her hot breath as she whispered back to me, "Yes it is, I'm glad you noticed. I use it on special occasions. That was our first trip together after your dad died. You were supportive and helped me through a tough time. I think of you when I shampoo with it."

She pressed her head closer to mine and held me close. You couldn't really say we were dancing but rather slowly swaying back and forth enjoying the close contact. When the song was finished we stopped and held each other for a moment, then Mom pulled back and kissed me on the cheek.

"Thanks for the dance sweetie. You did really good. Any girl would be elated to dance with you," she said.

"I only care about one girl being elated and that's you Mom," I told her as my eyes were locked on to hers.

I couldn't interpret her expression, but I did notice she was starting to blush. Was it excitement or was it fear? Had I gone too far? I didn't have much time to think as she led me back to the table.

We went home, took our showers and started our nightly routine. I wore my robe in the evenings and Mom usually wore some comfortable sweats and on occasion a robe that came down to her knees. It was thick enough I couldn't tell if she was wearing a bra.

I worked on my homework and was finishing when Mom came up behind me. I felt her hands as she massaged my shoulders. Goosebumps immediately popped up on my arms reacting to her firm touch. I enjoyed her massage a few minutes before I told her, "Mom, that feels really good, I was more tense than I thought."

She replied with, "You were concentrating on your work so hard you hardly noticed me coming in. You looked like you could relax. I don't want you to work yourself to death like your father did. I want you to enjoy your life."

I was done with my work and her fingers had quit moving. Thinking we were done, I said, "I'm done for tonight Mom. I'm going to watch some TV and hit the sack."

She ran her hands up my neck and through my hair massaging my scalp with her strong fingers. It felt wonderful and I shivered from her contact. I was moaning and didn't even know it when Mom said, "Boy, someone really enjoys a head rub."

"Yea, that feels wonderful Mom. Your fingers are so talented. You're really spoiling me."

"That's my devious plan. Spoil you to get free labor," she laughingly said. She leaned down, kissed me on my neck and left the room.

I went to the living room and started to watch a show and Mom went to the office to video chat with her sister. They got along really well and their talks were filled with laughter. I wondered if they had sexually experimented when they were younger. They seemed closer than most sisters. Sometimes she would close the door when they chatted and I'd hear loud giggling and laughter from them.

After their call was over Mom came into the living room and sat by me on the couch. She appeared tired and I felt her weight against me as she rested her head on my shoulder. Her breathing was slow and deep as she was dozing off and on . This gave me a chance to admire her legs. She was wearing a robe tonight and it had risen halfway up her thighs. They were firm and lean. It was hard not to reach down to caress them or better yet go down and start sucking on her firm thigh flesh.

She woke up, kissed me on the cheek, told me goodnight and headed off to her bedroom. I went to my room and was able to get to sleep after stroking off thinking of her the entire time.

Our routine had now progressed to where she would come in while I was studying and repeat her massage each night. The weekends went far too fast. All week at school my thoughts were filled with going home to Mom.

One weekend we went out dancing again. It was romantic and I was getting better. Later in the evening when Mom was chatting with my aunt, I walked up behind her and began to massage her shoulders as she had done to me. She jumped and let out a little yelp the first time I touched her. Her sister asked what was wrong, as she could only see Mom's face on the monitor. Mom told her nothing, she was a little tense but she was already feeling better.

That was the only encouragement I needed to continue massaging her. Both of us were now wearing robes at night and although the thick cotton prevented me from touching her bare skin, it still felt great.

I continued massaging her, looking over her shoulder to see her robe part as I was caressing her. I could see the tops of her breasts and her robe parted enough I could see she was wearing a bra. I always fantasized she was bra-less under her robe, but it wasn't upsetting enough to keep my prick from getting stiff.

I was leaning over admiring her cleavage when I noticed Mom looking past the monitor a couple of times. I continued kneading while leaning over. I saw her glance again at the wall so I looked up to see what she was looking at. It was a mirror. I forgot about that mirror in the office. I could clearly see Mom in front of the monitor and now she was talking to her sister like nothing had happened.

She finished her call and I ran my fingers up through her hair massaging her scalp. Her hair felt as silky as it looked. It felt good running my fingers through her hair over her sensitive scalp. I could see goosebumps popping up on her arms. I knew how she was feeling and was starting to get hard again. She never mentioned the fact that she knew I was lustfully leering at her open robe.

Mom was the one who had initiated the kiss before even though it was on the cheek or neck. I leaned in and kissed her on the nape of her neck. My lips lingered on her smooth hot skin while I inhaled deeply, drinking in her clean scent.

After some TV we retired to our bedrooms where I frantically beat my prick to a pulp as I did every weekend night.

The next weekend we continued our routine of going out together ending the day relaxing in our robes. Mom didn't further advance our discreet flirtation. I was content with our mutual massaging and the romantic snuggling on the couch afterward.

It was Saturday evening and Mom was talking to my aunt. I massaged her as usual trying again to get a glimpse of her front. She was wearing a light blue bra. It was by far my favorite and after leering for longer than usual I looked up at the mirror and saw Mom staring at me, still talking to Kathy.

She didn't say anything, but lowered her eyes to the monitor. She smiled as she continued her conversation with Aunt Kathy. She seemed to be okay with me leering at her unless the reason was she didn't want to embarrass me.

Sunday didn't go fast enough for me. I couldn't wait for our office time again. I showered earlier than normal and went to the office computer early. I finished my work and was blankly staring at the monitor when Mom came in to begin my massage.

After a few minutes, Mom moved the fabric back and massaged my bare shoulders and neck with her hot hands. I was glad she couldn't see the sudden lurch of my prick in response to her sensuous stroking. Her hands felt so comforting I fell into a trance unable to comprehend anything displayed on the monitor.

After she was done and I moved out of the chair, she sat down immediately calling her sister, my aunt Kathy. They began talking and I decided to replicate her actions. I pulled back the soft material and began to knead her bare shoulders. She didn't jump this time, talking and laughing with her sister. Aunt Kathy told my Mom she could see a change in her, and she seemed a lot happier than normal. She asked Mom whether she had a new boyfriend.

Mom replied she didn't, she was in a good place with her life and she was enjoying the weekends. My aunt didn't pursue the conversation. I kneaded her hot skin while at the same time moving the material so her robe would part. I wondered what color her bra would be tonight. As I continued to caress her shoulders, she laughed over a story her sister was telling her. She leaned in close to the monitor resulting in her robe opening without my help.

I leaned over and was surprised to see she was bra-less. The material was pulled out where I could see the insides of her meaty globes, although her nipples were still covered. She remained leaned over and I kept leering at her luscious breasts as I knew she couldn't see me in the mirror. My prick was harder than it's ever been. She straightened up at the end of the call and I quickly backed off so she wouldn't notice my inappropriate behavior. After massaging her scalp I leaned down to kiss her neck and inhaled the sweet scent of Plumeria blossoms.

Our time on the couch after the office ritual went as usual with Mom resting against me. Tonight she brought her arm around me to be more comfortable and I put my arm around her to hold her while she relaxed. My eyes traveled to her legs, up to her robe opening which was split far enough apart to again show the inside edges of her bare breasts. Too quickly she woke up and reached over to kiss my cheek. I turned my face to her and our lips met. She didn't pull back and our eyes were locked together. Her moist hot lips lingered for several seconds.

She told me goodnight and went to bed without acknowledging our first kiss on the lips. It took several beatings to tame the lizard that night.

The end of the school year was coming up in a few weeks and I was near completion. My roommate, Jeff, was struggling. I found out early in the year he was gay, but he had no interest in me, so I was cool with that. In fact, I could talk to him more easily. He asked what Mom and I did on our weekends. He told me he was envious of our close relationship. I was careful not to tell him about the lust I had for her.

He lived with his mother Sarah when not at school. Their house was located close to the campus, so we went there quite a few times the first several months of classes. They had a nice spare bedroom with it's own bathroom I used when I stayed there. Their large house was a nice break from our small campus room.

Sarah was divorced and was far more attractive than the girls I had dated at school. She was intelligent with a great sense of humor and was fun to be around. She was interested in my relationship with my mother asking me a lot of questions what we would do when I was home. I figured she wanted to know what it was like to have a relationship with a straight son.

She was mom's age and her body was just as hot. Unlike Mom, she had no problem wearing tight blouses while she was bra-less. Her pointy nipples pushed out the refining material of her blouse on many occasions. She dressed more provocative in the evenings when relaxing in the living room, wearing short nighties or thin robes. I wasn't sure if she did this to try to turn Jeff around, but I didn't care as I was reaping the rewards. She caught me more than once leering at her beautiful body, but only smiled broadly.