by Mikelh 06/24/01
When you see mom and me together, you know we're related. You may not be sure if we're mother and son or sister and brother but you would bet that we have the same blood running through us. The resemblance is striking enough so that you may even turn your head if you pass us on the street.
Mom's 5'8" and I'm 6'1". We both have black hair and dark eyes. We run together almost every day and stay pretty slim but she does curve in places I don't. She has a great body and your eyes will travel around it from one perfect feature to the next: at least mine do.
It isn't that she's showing off, but she has a way of 'presenting' herself. When she sits across from me, she always seems to turn her hip enough so that her breasts are at a perfect angle to view their fullness. They are superb. I can't say that enough. They are superb perfect cones that make you want to touch them: at least I do.
I'll never forget the first time I saw mom without a bra. She was getting dressed, her door was half opened and she didn't know I was around. She stood in front of the mirror 'examining'. She took a deep breath, put one hand on her belly and slowly turned her torso from side to side. I was amazed. Her nipples were bigger and longer than any I had ever seen. I've never been able to look at her tits, even fully clothed, and not think of those nipples. Not that her ass doesn't look great when she shifts her hip and 'displays' it, it does: and her long shapely legs draw you up to the center with sparking thoughts.
We're more than just physically alike; we seem to think alike also. There's only one video and music collection; 'ours'. Our birthdays are one day apart and we always laugh at the same jokes.
Her name is Linda and it suits her. The 'father' took off after I was born and mom says she didn't miss him for a day. She has one sister, Yvette, who I call 'Vette' because when I was small mom always said "Aunt Yvette" and I thought she was saying "Auntie Vette". Mom also has me, my name is Danny but mom usually calls me 'sweets': that's the extent of the family. Oh there's also the 'boyfriend' Frank. I've taken to thinking of him as 'Fuckhead Frank'.
Frank is a cop son of a bitch who is ok when he's not drunk but that's not very often. Two beers and he's barking orders and throwing his two hundred pounds around. He isn't even a good cop. He has this scam with another cop for fixing tickets: no wonder he's always got extra spending money. I can't understand how mom puts up with it. She hardly sees him anyway because he sleeps during the day and works the night shift.
Mom took up with him after I left for University three months ago. I didn't want to leave home but mom insisted because she said they have a good reputation for technology courses. I hate coming home now because he's there; and I hate not coming home because she's there.
The last time I was home he got liquored up and when mom didn't get him a beer fast enough, he pinched her tit until it brought tears to her eyes. I punched him and told him to leave her alone and he backhanded me across the eye with his fist, opening a cut that took five stitches to close. He said if I made big deal about it I'd be sorry.
The next day, I got a call from Vette asking me to come over to her apartment.
"Honey we have to talk. This Frank has got to go. I didn't want to upset you with this but your mom calls me every day with stories of how that bastard is mistreating her. She say's she'd throw him out but he threatens her and says he'll get his cop friends on your back."
I said "I'd like to get a gun and blow his brains all over the wall".
"Lets not get carried away; we can do better than that. Your mom sure doesn't want you to do anything that would take you away from her. I probably shouldn't tell you all this but you would not believe how crazy your mom is for you. She talks about you all the time. 'Isn't Danny the handsomest, smartest kid you ever saw? ...isn't Danny the sexiest kid you ever saw?' ….this goes on and on every day. Once I even told her, 'well, maybe you should just go to bed with Danny' and she said, 'I would if he wasn't my son' …she's really got a 'thing' for you."
Vette was a 'talker' and went on. "This is funny; your mom told me you had one that looks just like 'Mr. Charlie'." She broke up into hysterics. When she finally finished laughing, there were tears in her eyes.
"What are you talking about, Vette?"
"Oh, when we were little girls, daddy took us to the beach one day. When we got home, we were all tired and went for a nap. We got up first and went into his room. He was lying on his back without his bathing suit and this huge 'thing' between his legs was pointing straight up to the ceiling. We ran out and laughed about it for years. We named it 'Mr. Charlie'. Whenever we had boyfriends we'd ask each if his was as big as 'Mr. Charlie': nobody's ever was but your mom told me that yours is."
I laughed, "You're making all this up Vette, and no way was mom talking about my cock to you".
"Oh yeah, then how do I know that you sleep in the nude? Honey, your mom and I have talked every day about everything for all of our lives. She's seen you pointing to the ceiling on more than one night and I always get the details the next day. The only thing I'm not sure of is it really as big as 'Mr. Charlie'? How about giving Auntie Vette a peek?"
I knew Vette was wild and had gone through a couple of husbands but I still thought she was kidding so I played along and started to call her bluff. I took off my pants and stood there in my briefs, smiling. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband with no intention of pulling them down and looked at Vette for her reaction. She walked over to me and before I could do anything she had the briefs down. I was stunned and she was laughing. "My God, It's even bigger than 'Mr. Charlie': and prettier."
Vette was on her knees before I could think and took me in her mouth. "Vette, what are you doing? You just got married."
She looked up and laughed. "I just promised that my body was his, I didn't say anything about the neck up: and this is too good to pass up."
Vette took about half of me and sucked and licked noisily. She was working on the big spongy head when it started oozing pre-cum. She licked it out and said, "Now I know why your mom calls you 'sweets'". My aunt then wrapped her hand around the base of my cock and jerked me as she sucked. She knew when I was about to come and jerked faster. She flinched as the first shot of cum hit but kept sucking.
"Oh…oh…oh…" was what I kept repeating as I finished unloading into her mouth. I fell back into the sofa and laughed, "You're something else auntie Vette"
"That was fun, and you've got some cock there mister but we still have the 'Frank problem' don't we?"
"I have an idea and I'll let know how it's going as soon as I get started on it."
As I left, we kissed our usual aunt-nephew kiss and I knew that what happened was just a one time 'afternoon delight'.
After that day with Vette I started putting my 'Fuckhead Frank' plan into effect. I also realized how much more I felt for mom than I had realized. One day I tried to tell her without actually saying it. I put my arms around her and looked in her eyes and said, "I love you Linda".
She stopped for a moment and said, "I love you Dan".
I held her, "so what are we going to do?"
"Nothing, she smiled sadly, we're just going to love each other."
Another day I engaged her in a 'theoretical' discussion. "Mom, if two adults love each other, don't you think that should they should be the ones who decide how to express their love?"
She cast her eyes down and whispered, "I'm not sure Danny". She answered most of my questions that day that way.
Last week was our birthdays and I suggested we go up to the roof of our apartment house and share a toast at twelve midnight, the exact moment our birthdays meet. It was a warm star filled night. At twelve, we toasted with the last of the wine. I kissed her deeply and cupped her breast rolling my mothers big nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I took her hand and placed it on my swelling cock to show her what she does to me. She gently moved her hand along my length and started breathing in fits and stops.
"Oh Danny, I…I want you to feel this way about me…I want you to want me… because I…"
She never finished the sentence. Her eyes started to fill; she touched my face and turned to go; leaving me staring at the starry dome until dawn.
Last Friday night the chaos began. I was home for the weekend and the 'Fuckhead' was getting ready for supper before work. He'd had a few while waiting for mom to finish cooking. He started getting loud about how she was going to make him late and he pulled his hand back and whacked her across her ass. I went nuts. I picked up the big phone book and screamed at him, "Leave her alone you sack of shit". As he turned to punch me, I swung the book with all my might and caught him on the side of the head with the edge. Down he went. I thought I had killed him until I saw his chest rising with his shallow breaths.
"Come on mom; let's get out of here now." We grabbed a few things and jumped in the car, driving out of the city to an out of the way motel.
As soon as we closed the door behind us we fell into each others arms. Mom kissed me hard and long over and over. She got my cock out of my pants and started stoking it. I stopped her. "Are you sure about this mom?"
"Yes Danny I'm sure. I've always been sure. It's what I've wanted for so long but I knew that if I started, I wouldn't be able to stop. I knew I would never be able to let you go and I was afraid that it wouldn't be fair to you."
"Mom, I never want you to let me go. You're the one I want to be with and hold and touch and fuck and love. That bastard is never going to touch you again. The only hands on you are going to mine and the only cock in you is going to be mine."
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