Family Affair – ch 3

So, there I was, sitting at the breakfast table naked, as Mom had requested, eating my cereal. With her mug of coffee, Mom came and sat down at the table. As she stepped to the table, her cotton house dress did nothing to hide the fact that she wasn’t wearing a bra, her tits swaying as she took the few steps to the table. When she sat down opposite me the its top, with the first three buttons undone, gaped open to reveal a glimpse of her tits as they hung there, invitingly. Just seeing that sight made me begin to engorge and I could feel my penis rise off of the chair seat.

“What are your plans for today, Mom?” I asked.

“Oh, not much. I need to go out for a bit, and I think your aunt is coming by after lunch,” she replied.

“So I should get dressed before she comes over?” I asked.

“No, I doubt that’s necessary. She changed your diapers and bathed you many a time when you were little,” Mom corrected. “When she calls, I’ll check with her to make sure it’s not a problem, though, OK?”

“Sure,” I replied.

“Do you mind going without clothes?” Mom asked.

“No, not really. I’m beginning to enjoy it,” I answered a I stood up from the table. Mom’s eyes stopped at my partial erection.

“Oh, I see you are,” she chuckled. Finished with my cereal, I rinsed the bowl out, put it in the dishwasher, and headed dwonstairs to the den to watch some TV. Later I heard Mom call, “I’ll be back in a little while.” Sitting there thinking about things, I began to get another erection.

It just popped up suddenly and I figured, “What the hell, might as well enjoy it,” as I wrapped my fist around it and began to slowly stroke it, planning for a nice, unhurried, leisurely wank as I watched mental images of Valerie, Denise, and Becky forcing me to eat them to orgasm the previous night. Looking back on it, they didn’t have to force me, “I’d have done it willingly,” I thought.

Sitting there totally absorbed in my wank, I apparently didn’t even hear my sister Becky come down the steps and she walked in on me in midstroke. “Enjoying yourself, Joey?” she asked with more than a little sarcasm in her voice. “Do you just sit around naked now beating your meat whenever?”

“Mom told me not to dress, just to stay naked. It’s kinda’ nice. Maybe you should try it,” I replied.

“Not today,” Becky replied, “Maybe some other time.” Coming over to sit next to me on the couch, she asked, “Didn’t you get enough of that last night?” Though I’d stopped stroking, my fist was still wrapped around my penis.

“Actually, I was thinking about you and your friends sitting on my face. That’s what got me going,” I replied, matter of factly. She stood up, pulled down her shorts and panties together and kicked them off.

“You mean like this?” she asked as she swiveled her hips around, showing off her neatly trimmed, dark brown bush.