Awakenings Pt. 02

The lights were off except for the ones in the pool. Jen was sitting in the hot tub, her tits visible above the foaming water. She smiled as I slipped into opposite her.

"How's Maggie?" she asked.

"A prude, as usual," I said, surprised by the bitterness in my voice. My mom didn't owe me anything, I knew that, but I would rather her stay clothed and chaste rather than what was happening now. Jen, on the other hand, sent no mixed signals. She was sitting between two of the seats, an odd look on her face.

"I guess all that hard work over the years was the cause," Jen mused. She paused, her face inscrutable. "The Maggie I grew up with was a bit of a wild child." She bit her lip, squirming a little on her perch. It occurred to me that Jen was sitting right on one of the jets. She was getting off, slowly, right at that moment. I grinned, seizing the opportunity.

"Tell me about her, when she was young. How wild was she?" I asked.

Jen smiled, leaning back. I could see she was spreading her legs over the jet, letting it hit her clit in a steady stream of stimulation. I had done something similar many times with the pool jet, it always made for a powerful orgasm.

"Well," she mused, rolling her head from shoulder to shoulder, "I used to spy on her, too. I guess it was just a thing we did. I remember the first time I saw her give someone a blowjob."

"Really," I said, sitting up.

Jen nodded, squirming a little more. She tried to hide what she was doing, but her body language was obvious. She tried to focus on the conversation, and I enjoyed distracting her, letting her orgasm build slowly.

"Yeah," she said. We were on a family vacation, we had gone to the beach down in Mexico. And she sucked a guy off on the beach. I could see her from the hotel room, down there on the sand, going down. I remember when she finished she got up and walked back up to the pool deck, and talked to our mom like nothing happened. Mom had no idea, but I saw the whole thing."

She paused, closing her eyes and leaning back. She spread her legs wider, the water jet hitting her clit and causing her to shudder. Her tits were heaving, her body tensing up; Jen was coming.

"Oh my god," she whispered, her whole body shaking. I watched her as she thrashed around in the water, trying not to cry out in pleasure. Finally, she sank back away from the jet, her body limp. "Damn," she said, her eyes still closed. "Maggie was right about that jet."

Hearing my mom's name snapped something inside of me. I stood up, my upper half out of the water, my throbbing dick a foot from her. I looked at her, and she understood.

"What if your mom sees?" she said.

"I don't care," I said, and I meant it.

She grinned, shifting forward. She sat down on the jet, her body giving a little jolt as the water made contact. She leaned forward as the water hit her clit, and took the head of my dick in her mouth. She worked me without her hands, slowly sucking more and more of me in, until I was as far in as she could take, then she let me slide mostly out of her mouth, her tongue gliding along the bottom of my shaft and head. Slowly, she sucked me, her eyes locked on mine.

She came quickly, the buildup from her last orgasm leaving her sensitive. As the water made her come she sucked me harder, cupping her tits with one hand. I gently ran my hands through her wet hair, willing her to take more of me in with each gently thrust of my hips. She accommodated, sucking me deep as her orgasm made her moan. The feeling of her moaning with my dick in her mouth was the most sensual thing I had ever experienced.

Jen came again, her body rocking over the jet, fucking it as she sucked my dick. I was getting close, and entire day of sexual tension begging for release.

"Jen," I panted.

She sucked me faster, her own orgasm overtaking her. I came in her mouth, and she greedily swallowed the first pulse of semen. I came hard, my cum overflowing out of her mouth. She pulled back, stroking the last cum out of me, letting it fall out of her mouth and onto her tits. She kept stroking until I was complete spent, then pulled me down next to her. She disappeared under the water for a second, washing the cum off her face and tits.

We sat in the hot tub together, spooning as my dick nestled in her ass cheeks and I cupped her tits. We said nothing, until we both felt sleepy and separated, drying off and heading to our respective rooms.

Chapter 3

I woke up the next morning feeling giddy. It was Sunday, and I was in no hurry to get out of bed. Jen's blowjob from the night before had been the most amazing thing I had experienced in my life. That it was my aunt doing the sucking only elevated the experience. I lay naked in bed, my dick flaccid but slowly engorging just thinking about her.

I also thought about my mom, and felt my blood pulse. She had, at one point, been adventurous. I thought of her sucking someone off on the beach, of her rolling around in the mess from her parents on their bed, on her parading around naked around her house growing up. What had happened to her?

Me, I thought, and the sudden realization hit me. She had adopted me, taken me in as a newborn and raised me, given me everything. She had never made time for herself. Jen never lost the spark of her youth, my arrival had snuffed out my mother's.

I heard a knock on my door. Jen poked her head into my room. I was uncovered and naked, but I didn't care. It didn't seem to matter much. She had a knee length dress on, very prim with clean lines.

"I'm heading to church," she said, then added with a grin, "I know...I know. But I need to meet people in town. It's always a good way to get to know people fast."

"I thought you were going to say to confess, or at least repent."

"You mean because I gave my nephew a blowjob? Hah, I'm not confessing or repenting anything," she said. I sat up and she gave me a kiss. "That was fun last night."

"Yes," I said. "Mind blowing."

She giggled. "I'll see you later. But just so you don't think I'm worried about my eternal soul..." she took my hand and ran it up the back of her thigh. She lifted her dress, and I grinned.

"Do you ever wear underwear," I sighed.

"Do you want me to?" she retorted with a giggle.

"No," I said, cupping her ass. I wanted to go down on her right then and there.

"I've got to go," she said, letting the dress fall back down. "Stay out of trouble while I'm gone."

She turned and left, her ass swaying as she walked. I was hard, and I fell back in bed, marveling at my luck. Mom may have lost her edge, but Jen was unbridled sexuality.

My phone buzzed and I sat up. I had a text message from mom. She usually chided me for texting across the house, saying it was the height of laziness.

"Morning," the text read. "Are you up?"

I looked down at my erection, and replied, "yes."

Seconds later she replied. "Come to my bathroom."

I got up, stretching. I decided to pull on my pajama pants and a shirt. It felt odd against my skin; I could see why they had gone around naked in their youth. I wondered, had my mom continued her nudist lifestyle while I was growing up, would I have turned out different?

When I reached her bathroom door I knocked gently. She beckoned me inside. Mom was sitting in the tub, submerged to her shoulders. I was surprised to see her like this, and even more surprised that she had summoned me while she was in the tub.

"Good morning," she said brightly.

"Good morning," I replied, a little shaky. "What's up?"

"Come here," she said, gesturing to the tub. I sat on the edge, taking in as much of her body with my eyes that I could. "I meant get in," she said. "Take off your clothes and sit." She gestured to the empty space of her large tub.

I hesitated. I was tired of her back and forth, but decided to be a good sport about it. I pulled off my clothes, my dick springing out. She laughed.

"Sorry," she said. "Erections are kind of funny. Just the way they bob around."

"I can see why you'd think that," I said. I slipped into the hot water, Mom adjusted so my legs went around her body and her legs tucked under my knees. We sat there, naked, my dick throbbing under the water. I was looking right at her pussy when she spoke again.

"I remember the first time I saw an erection."

"Whose?" I asked.

She paused, then said "My dad's. We were out boating, and he was changing. I had seen my parents naked before, it wasn't that weird. But when mom came out of the bathroom and took off her towel, he got hard. I remember watching it grow." She was looking at my dick, her eyes lost in the decades.

"We used to sit in the tub together when you were a toddler," she said. "I don't want you to think I'm crazy," she said, "but this is kind of fun."

"Taking a bath together?" I asked.

She nodded. "It's not like we used to do it." She sat up, her tits half out of the water. She handed me a sponge and turned around. She sat up fully, her tits dripping with water, and scooted closer to me. My dick bumped against her ass as I sat up. I took her cue, and rubbed her back with the sponge. She sighed as a I gently scrubbed her back and arms.

"I wasn't the one doing the washing back then," I said, deciding to keep the conversation going, so that it didn't seem weird. Revisiting an activity we did when I was young, with a new twist, felt both familiar and new at the same time.

"Also, there wasn't a hard dick pressed up against me," she said.

"Let me move a little," I said.

"No," she said, pressing back against me, "I wasn't complaining." She leaned back, her body falling against mine. I reached under her arms and ran the sponge over her stomach. She didn't move, and in the silence I slid the sponge upward, rubbing it gently over her tits.

She sighed as I brushed her nipples, making them stiffen. I cupped her breast in my hand, letting the sponge roam all over. Her head fell against my shoulder. My dick was nestled in her ass crack, and I wanted to rub against her and cum, like I had days before.

"I could get used to this," she sighed, shifting a little to get more comfortable, and in the process stimulating my dick a little more. I was throbbing angrily against her skin, I knew she could feel my desire burning against her. "Just don't tell Jen."

"Not sure how she'd react?" I asked softly.

Mom sighed contentedly as I ran my hand over her breast again. "I think I do. But better to keep it our secret."

I slid the sponge down her stomach. She slowly opened her legs more, almost on instinct. "What was it like," I said, "seeing your dad like that?"

"Hard?" she said. "At first, funny. To see it grow like that, just sprouting out from between his legs. It was aiming at my mom, it seemed, trying to grow out and reach her. And then it became sort of a fascination. My parents were naked a lot, especially in our backyard. And every time my dad got hard, I'd look at it. My mom caught me sneaking glances at some point. After that, whenever he got hard, they'd disappear for a little bit."

I knew, of course, that she and Jen would follow and watch them in secret, but I said nothing.

"So he was the first man you saw naked, and first man you saw hard," I said, still fondling her breast as I washed her stomach in slow circles. She propped her ankles up on the sides of the tub, and I slowly moved down.

"First man I saw come, too," she said with a giggle. She was almost drunk on stimulation, and when she spoke it was as if she was unable to stop herself. "I remember I almost gasped out loud when I saw it happen."

"What happened?" I asked, inching closer to her pussy.

"Mom was giving him a handjob," she said matter of factly. I was surprised to hear the words come out of her moth. "On the bed. They had snuck off to relieve dad of his erection. And I watched as she stroked him and then he exploded. Cum went everywhere. It was all over my mom's hand, the bed, her leg. I was hypnotized by the sight of it. Mom had laughed when he came, she seemed to enjoy watching him erupt like that; so did I."

The sponge reached her pussy and she arched her back. I gently rubbed her with it, going slowly, getting a feel for the pressure and speed. She said nothing, just sighed when I hit the right spot, and soon I was rubbing her faster, my other hand exploring her tits. As she lost herself in her building orgasm I gently thrust against her, fucking her ass cheeks like I had done before.

She was getting close and I couldn't believe I was sitting in the tub, rubbing my mom off. I ditched the sponge and used my hand directly on her clit, and she started bucking her hips. She came hard, her ass squeezing my dick and her breath coming in ragged gasps. The water sloshed back and forth in the tub as she cried out as a wave of pleasure washed over her.

I slowed my hand down as her body relaxed, but I kept a slow, steady rhythm on her clit. Her breathing was shallow now, her body limp. During her thrashing we had accidentally kicked the drain open, and the water was slowly lowering, her body heavy against mine. Her head was still resting on my collarbone, and as I slowly increased the pressure on her clit she whispered, "okay, just one more."

I grinned, cupping her breast and gently thrusting against her ass as I rubbed her faster, with more pressure. The water had drained, and we clung together, her body tensing up. She spread her legs wider, and held her breath. She came hard, crying out again as her body shuddered. I kept thrusting between her ass cheeks, the gentle weight of her body enhancing my pleasure. Her orgasm ended and she fell limp against me.

I wanted more. I needed more. I sat up gently, and so did she. My dick was poking out between her ample ass cheeks, thick strands of pre-cum stuck to her. I nudged her forward, and she fell forward softly onto her forearms and put her head down. Her ass stuck up, her pussy dripping with arousal. I knelt behind her, my hands shaking in anticipation, and I ran them down her back, grabbing her hips. She rubbed her ass on my dick, and I massaged her ass I ground against it. Then I grabbed the shaft of my violent erection and slid down her ass crack.

I slid effortlessly on her wetness, the head of my dick slipping against the entrance of her vagina, slightly parting her labia. I was about push forward when she pulled away.

"No," she said softly, scooting forward and sitting on her feet. She stood up slowly, turning to face me. She had a pained expression on her face. I didn't know if it was hurt, or longing. I was so close to fucking her, I had almost entered her.

She stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel. She extended her hand to me, but I got out on my own. She dried off without a word, and I stood there, my dick dripping pre-cum, throbbing with a dull ache.

"I'm sorry," she said in a whisper. She didn't make eye contact, and when she turned to pull on a bra I felt my already flush face darken.

"Me too," I said, shocked at the anger in my words. She turned, hurt, to face me.

"I shouldn't have done that, have let you do that to me," she said, her voice small and soft. "I don't want to warp you."

"You weren't worried about it a minute ago, when you were asking for more," I said, almost spitting. I wasn't yelling, but I might as well have been. Her eyes welled up, and she reached for her dress from the counter. She slipped it on, trying to act like this was a normal mother-son argument. "I'm not saying you owe me anything, except for some consistency."

She winced at my words. She looked down at my erection, which was leaking so much that there was a thick, constant strand of pre-cum dripping down to the floor. "If you need to take care of that..."

"You don't need to worry about that," I said. She opened her mouth so say something, but as I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around myself she let me pass. I didn't want to march out of there with a bobbing erection, and I would be damned if I was going to jerk off in front of her. I left the room and she followed me into the hall. I spun around to say something but she just held out her hand, stopping me.

"I'm going out," she said flatly.

"Fine," I said, again surprised by the acid in my words. She turned and left. I heard her grab her keys a moment later, and then shortly after that the sound of her engine. I sat down on the top step, my towel falling open. My dick, which had been in charge since Jen moved in, was semi-rigid, still dripping pre-cum. I was too angry to do anything about it. I was tired of being ruled by it, tired of Mom. I had just rubbed her out in the tub, the single most erotic thing I had ever done, and now I was alone.

I got dressed, ignoring my semi-aroused state. I'd have to get used to it. At least I had Jen around, she would be game for some fun. And as for Mom...

What about her? She was still my Mom, still loved me. But no normal mother invites her son to join her in the tub like that. What did she think was going to happen? Maybe she had hoped I would have come just by rubbing on her like before. Maybe she wasn't ready for more. Maybe she never would be.

And then there was the revelation that she had seen her dad not only get hard, but had watched him come. I thought of what Jen said, of mom stripping down and rolling on my grandfather's semen. It was strange but also a turn on. I found myself getting fully erect again, cursing myself for my instinctual response. Mom clearly had a thing for cum, and just knowing that about her made me want her more. At that moment, I hated her for it.

I thought of her, standing there, getting dressed as I said things I already regretted. I had been cruel, aiming to hurt her with my words. Part of me felt terrible, part of me felt justified. I should have pulled her close to me, lifting that dress back off of her...

I paused mid-pace through the living room. I replayed the exchange in the bathroom again my head. I had been so focused on outrage that I missed it. She had put on that dress and left without any underwear.

I joined Jen for lunch after she was done with church. I had not been to church in ages, but I could see her point about a good starting point to meet people. Seeing her had cheered me up considerably, but she noticed my thoughts were elsewhere as I picked at my food.

"What's on your mind," she asked, taking a sip of iced tea.

"Mom," I said, trying to decide what to tell her.

"Was she weird again today?" Jen asked.

"Not as first, but then, yeah," I said.

"Maybe I'm causing some kind of tension," Jen mused. "I should talk to her. Maybe it's all the nudity."

"I hope not," I said, and she laughed.

"Yeah, me too," she said. "She used to be so wild, I wonder when she stopped."

"I think she must have when she adopted me," I said.

"Maybe she's loosening up," she said. "Maybe me stripping down yesterday had the intended effect."

"What do you mean? You mean you stripped down to loosen her up?"

"Well, also to turn you on," Jen said. "I'm just trying to get some of my magic back, and some of hers. She still turns heads. And gets her son hard."

She said this a little louder, and blushed and pretended to be interested in her lunch for a moment.

"Sorry," she said.

"Don't be," I said. "Can I ask you something? Is it wrong that I don't feel weird, about what you and I are doing?"

She leaned in, "you mean, you don't feel remorse that I gave you a blowjob yesterday." She whispered it and it felt so hot to hear her say it. "I think it just depends on your point of view. I didn't mind. In fact, I had a great time doing it, and will have a great time the next time I do. The question is, what are you looking to get out of it."

I guess I looked as puzzled as I was, so she leaned in again, whispering. "I mean, you understand that this is sexual, not romantic. I don't want to date my nephew."