Connecting with Mother Ch 2

Connecting With Mother

Chapter 2

Mum lay back and rested her head against the settee. The wine had taken its toll as she fell into a deep sleep. Much as I would have liked to exploit the situation I could not bring myself to do so. I covered her up with a rug but could not help fingering her cunt which was still wet and licking the slipperiness in my mouth. My cock stirred just a little.
I woke with a real hard on and suddenly recalled the events of last night and how delicious it had been. I got out of bed and walked naked into the living room. Mum wasn’t there. She had left for work. I made a coffee and relaxed on the settee reminiscing about last night gently massaging my cock thinking about her body and how we might go from here. The phone ringing jolted my out of my wankable reverie.
“Hello.”
“Oh is that you Ian, I was expecting Jean not yourself.”
“Hi Aunt Ellen,” recognising her Glaswegian voice, “How are you?”
“Very well Ian, I was just planning on coming to stay at your Mother’s for a few days but didn’t expect she had company. Well never mind, another time perhaps.”
“Hang on Aunt Ellen, I’m sure Mum would love you to come. Why don’t you phone her at work and tell her I am fine about your staying and can sleep on the settee which is also a put u up and you can have my room. No problem at all.”
“Are you sure Ian, that’s grand of you? I’ll phone her at work then.”
“Good Aunt Ellen, I’ll see you later then.”
“Thanks Ian, bye till later.”
Whilst engaged in this conversation I was tearing myself out with frustration on the one hand and sexual curiosity on the other. Frustration for her inhibiting my plans I had with Mum and no doubt hers for me. Curiosity because of fantasies I had had in the past about Aunt Ellen. She had fed my early horniness as a teenager along with a number of Mum’s friends. Ellen was not really my Aunt but her and her husband Tom had been the closest friends in London when all four left Glasgow for London for work and a better life than the restrictive backgrounds they had been used to in Glasgow. Not to put to finer point on it Mum had been forced to leave Glasgow and her parental home when she was pregnant with me and Dad followed her. Tom and Ellen soon followed though for work.
Aunt Ellen used to come round with Tom and I would surreptitiously feed my arousal in front of the TV by glancing up her skirt to view her thighs encased in stockings and suspenders, similar to Mum. Sometimes they would both excite me without realising it – that’s what I thought anyway. Another time I had just gone round to Tom and Ellen’s flat and gone by accident into their bedroom after going to the bathroom rather than into the living room to find Aunt Ellen in front of a full length mirror with her back to me in a full flesh pink corset with stockings attached to suspenders that hung from the corset. The corset cosseted her spacious arse cheeks. Added to this she was in high heels. It was just a fleeting moment, but Aunt Ellen was totally surprised and appeared slightly shocked as she turned to face me. Then I had a full frontal view of her breasts filling out the top of her corset with a slight cleavage that revealed how large they were. They were larger than Mums.
Her stockinged legs were deeply arousing and she had no panties on so I had a brief glimpse of her hairs.
“Just go into the living room immediately Ian. You know you should not be in here.”
Chastened I turned and leapt to the door and the hall into the living room. Just then I heard the front door open. It was Uncle Tom who greeted me in his usual boisterous manner and very friendly. I was his favourite ‘nephew.’
Shortly after Aunt Ellen came in fully dressed in a skirt and blouse and greeted Uncle Tom with a kiss and commented that I had just popped round to see them. She said nothing about what had just happened in her bedroom. My embarrassment rapidly faded.
I had never forgotten that incident. For weeks after I masturbated to the sight of her and the thoughts that went with it if she had pursued my obvious desire. It could not have happened anyway with Uncle Tom getting home almost immediately.
I recalled the incident again when I had put the phone down, feeling an erection emerging at the thought that she was coming to see us. She had never let me down by telling anybody of the incident. How did she feel about it I wondered? I had a quick come in the shower before work imagining her here with Mum. What should I do? How will Mum feel about Ellen coming to stay?
That question was answered when Mum rang me at work later confirming Ellen was coming telling me that she was pleased that I had agreed to use the put u up, but disappointed we were restricted in our new found relationship. She insisted that we keep it a secret too. I readily agreed.
Mum said she would get a take away meal after her work and we would all meet at home.
Uncle Tom had died a few years back when Ellen was in her late 40s. He was a good deal older than her but had been full of the joys of life and died in his sleep. Aunt Ellen had not found a new relationship and I did not know how she managed now without someone close to her, let alone her sex life.
I got back from work about 7 to find Mum and Aunt Ellen imbibing the wine. Ellen got up to greet me and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek. In hugging her I realised she had on a corset because of the firmness with which her body was held. She wasn’t fat but had a figure well emphasised by the corset.
After the usual formalities we settled down to lovely reunion with the wine helping its way to our heads. Ellen was sitting opposite me. I could not believe it! Her knees were quite open revealing the sight that had excited me so in my teens, stockings, belt, flesh above the stocking line and just a hint of knickers. The knickers were old fashioned in completely covering her pubes. It reminded me of the corset I had seen her in that time at her flat, flesh coloured very old fashioned but to me then the most startling sight up to that time. I’m sure she saw me having glances at her. It was as if she was willing it.
“Well Ian how’s your love life these days?” Aunt Ellen pronounced almost as if she already knew. I glanced at Mum, who responded,
“I mentioned how things are with Gillian, Ian, I hope you don’t mind.”
“Not at all Mum.