But now, with Wanda staying awhile, it would be sure to put a damper on the growing attraction she and Tommy were feeling for each other. So far, her son looked openly at her, gazing at her flawless, firm tits, staring at her ass, or peeking at her knees. Not that Susan had exposed anything to him yet, but he looked and his expression was hungry. Once, just a day or so before, he had, touched her on her hip, and both of them had gasped and frozen far a moment. She had glanced down at his hand touching her hip, then into her son's hungry eyes. Then they pulled away, and there was no further mention of the incident, yet they both had felt the electrical charge whipping through the air.
Tommy was a virgin, she was sure. She had never seen him with a girl, and he seldom went anywhere. She didn't like him to go outside very often. It was getting dangerous to be alone on the streets, with the gangs roaming about, muggings and so on. She was lucky that Tommy didn't associate himself with a gang, she thought.
Entering her apartment building, she took the elevator to the tenth floor, and quietly opened the door to her apartment.
Tommy and Wanda didn't see or hear her enter; they sat on the couch, pressing lightly together. Susan saw that Tommy had his hand under his aunt's dress and his tongue was down her throat. The next thing she saw was her sister gripping Tommy's cock very hard. She could see the head of her son's cock bulging up, very swollen and very smooth, and the glistening beads of wetness on his pinhole. Susan stood still, her eyes wide and hot, staring at her son's cock. She was afraid to breathe, afraid to make a sound. Not because she would startle them, but because she didn't want her son's cock to disappear.
Wanda was moaning softly as she sucked Tommy's tongue writhing her ass on the couch, opening and closing her legs. Susan saw her son had his hand inside Wanda's panties. She watched as her sister pumped her fist up and down Tommy's cock, and listened to the groan of pleasure he made. She had not seen his cock before, not like this. She had seen it pressing in hardness against the front of his pants, but never standing free and naked. It was larger than she had expected.
"Well?" she finally said.
There was an immediate reaction from Tommy and Wanda. Wanda gave a little scream as she jerked her mouth away from Tommy's tongue, pulling his hand from her panties at the same time. Wanda sat upright quickly, clamping her knees together and flushing with shyness. Tommy, seeing his mother standing in the doorway, stuffed his cock into his pants. Susan almost laughed at the trouble he had because it remained hard.
"I see I got home just in time," Susan said, closing the door. She was trembling, and her cunt seemed to be throbbing with heat.
Tommy didn't appear embarrassed at all. It was Wanda who blushed and couldn't look at Susan. Susan placed her purse on a table and turned to look at her son and sister. Wanda was only a few years older than Tommy, about the prettiest blonde in their old hometown. She was sweet and cuddly and shy, with an innocent way of looking at a person that said she wasn't as innocent as she appeared. Her sky-blue eyes promised and teased. She was curvy and slender, like Susan.
"When did you get in, Wanda?" she asked. Wanda whispered something, but it was Tommy who answered. "She got here about an hour ago, Mom."
"Only an hour ago," Susan asked, arching her eyebrows. "And already you've got your hand in her panties, Tommy?"
Tommy almost blushed. Almost, but not quite. This was the boldest Susan had spoken to him.
"And you, Wanda," Susan said, facing her sister. "I'm surprised at you. I really am."
"I'm sorry," Wanda whispered, gazing down at her lap, her hands folded there. "I didn't mean to do it, Susan."
"Oh, is that right?" Susan asked, but her voice was not unkind. "If you didn't mean to, why were you?"
"Mom," Tommy said. "It wasn't Wanda's fault. I'm the one."
"The one what?"
"I started it, Mom, not Wanda."
"I suppose you put her hand on your cock," Susan said.
Tommy's eyes grew hot, and Wanda's head jerked up, her blush making her face a deep pink.
"That's right – cock," Susan said, but there was no anger in her voice. "If you're old enough to play with a girl, you're old enough to hear the word, Tommy."
Susan noticed her son's cock was still very hard, outlined against his pants. That pleased her. She looked at it openly, her own eyes growing wet with desire. Tommy made no effort to try and hide his hard-on, but sat there with his knees open, hands at his sides on the cushions. Although she had her knees clamped together, Wanda's skirt was halfway up her thighs.
"Wanda, do you mind if I talk to Tommy in private for a moment?" Susan asked.
Wanda got up and, averting her face from her older sister, disappeared down the hall. Susan watched her son, who was watching the swelling cheeks of Wanda's cute ass.
"I don't care who started it, Tommy," Susan said, lowering her eyes to her son's bulging hard-on meaningfully. "That isn't important to me. What I want to know is this; you know Wanda is my sister, your aunt. Don't you feel strange about feeling her up?"
Tommy shivered with excitement, listening to his mother talk to him as if he was a grownup, using the words boys and girls did at school. Like his mother, he had sensed the changing atmosphere between them. He wanted to feel his mother's body badly, to touch her in all those secret places. If he had gotten some sort of sign from his mother, he would have been feeling her up a long time ago.
"I don't feel strange at all, Mom," he said after a brief pause.
Susan felt a thrill grow inside her body. Her cunt twitched hotly, and she flashed a smile at her son. "That's what I hoped to hear."
She stepped close to her son, holding her hand out. Tommy took her hand and stood up. Susan was six inches taller than her son, and he tilted his head to look into her eyes. Susan held his hand tightly, and brought her other hand between them.
"I don't see why I shouldn't be able to touch it, too," Susan whispered in a hoarse voice. "If you let my sister touch it, I suppose I can feel your cock, too, right, Tommy."
Before her son could answer, she placed her palm on his bulging cock. Tommy gasped, and Susan pressed, feeling the length of his prick. She pressed at it, and felt a responding throb. She rubbed her palm from his swollen cockhead to the base, then cupped her hand about his balls. Susan squeezed her son's balls gently, making Tommy moan softly.
"Nice," she murmured. "Very nice, Tommy."
She pulled his hand between them, turning it around. Holding his balls tightly, staring down into his eyes, she pressed her son's palm against her cunt. She heard Tommy's quick gasp, and she smiled at him.
"That is just as hot as my sister's," she whispered, rubbing his hand back and forth, pressing her skirt between her thighs. "Mother's pussy is just as hot as your aunt's cunt is."
"Ohhhhh, Mom!" Tommy groaned, curling his fingers tightly into his mother's crotch. "It sure is!"
CHAPTER TWO
Susan pressed her hips forward, holding the back of her son's hand, smashing his palm against her cunt. She twisted her hips, clutching her son's balls tightly but tenderly.
"They feel so hard, baby," she whispered. "They feel loaded, very full." She slipped her hand up to his cock again, trying to close her fingers around it. "And this is very, very hard, too."
Tommy rubbed at his mother's taint, feeling the heat burn through her panties and skin.
"This isn't going to work," Susan purred hotly. "Come with me, Tommy."
She held his hand tightly as she pulled her son down the hallway. They passed the closed door of the bedroom Wanda was to use. Susan hurried into her own room, dragging her eager son with her. She closed the door, then turned to face. Tommy, her eyes blazing with hunger.