Providing service

My Aunt Jessie had been threatening for several weeks to call me over to her house for me to give her another massage after I’d massaged both her and Mom with baby oil in our back yard one afternoon and she finally did it. I got home from work and was showering in the mud room when, as usual, I heard Mom call out “That you, Hut?”

Like always when I looked toward the door, there was Mom, with a light robe on today – she must not have been hot enough in the house to strip down like she often did – watching me thru the translucent curtain. I said “Yes Mom, it’s me. I don’t know why you always ask that when, before I can even answer, you’re can see me thru the curtain.”

I was twenty at the time and was used to a fair amount of intimacy between Mom and me. She, my two older sisters, and I were all very casual about nudity around the house accepting it as just a natural and healthy thing. My two sisters had gotten even more casual about it since we’d started fucking on a regular basis – Nancy since the past Christmas and my oldest sister Lynette (four years older than me) since earlier that very summer. My cousin kathy (two years older than me like Nancy) was involved, too, since Christmas. We hadn’t made it group sex or anything. We’d just have a go at each other when the desire and the opportunity intersected in time and place.

When I finished in the shower, I turned off the water, opened the shower curtain, and stepped out onto the mat. Mom reached up and pulled a towel down off the shelf and handed it to me. I started drying my hair as Mom said “Aunt Jessie called. She’s pulled a muscle in her neck and shoulder and asked if you could please come over there and try to rub it out for her.”

I asked “When?”

“I guess as soon as you can. You’re not doing anything this afternoon are you?” She answered.

By now I was finished drying myself and tossed my towel in the hamper by the washing machine and said “Guess not.” I had to slide by Mom to get out the door and, as usual, I had to brush up against her large tits to get by her standing in the doorway. Her robe gaped open and, of course, she was naked underneath. I headed down to my room, pulled on my old gym shorts on which the legs gaped open when I had my legs propped up pretty much exposing everything I had since I never wore anything under them. I usually wore them only around the house and our yard, but I was fairly sure Jessie would want me naked just like I’d been (along with them) when I gave her and Mom their massages in the back yard. So the shorts would be convenient to lose if I was right and that was the case.

I shoved my feet in my sneakers, picked up my wallet and keys and headed back upstairs. “I’ll go on over there now, Mom. You wanna’ call her and tell her I’m on the way?”

She said “Yes, I’ll do that. Don’t forget the baby oil.” Baby oil was Mom’s magic elixer – moisturizer, suntan oil, and now massage oil.

I said “OK” and ducked into the mud room to get the bottle on the shelf in there. I drove the five minutes or so over the Aunt Jessie’s and Kathy’s house and turned up their drive. Like our house, their’s sat a good ways back from the road. Up the gravel drive to their house, park by the side, and hop out. I noticed that Kathy’s car wasn’t there as I headed to the back steps that led up onto the screened porch and then the back door of the house.

When the screen door slammed behind me I heard Jessie call “I’ll be down in a second, boy.” I got a glass, filled it with water and was leaning on the counter sipping on it when I heard her coming down the steps and she walked into the kitchen. She had a cotton house dress on and it was real obvious she had no bra on. While my mother had maintained a pretty good female figure as she got older, just thickening some, but still shaped nice with large breasts that sagged a good deal but hadn’t given up yet, large hips, and a still recognizable waist line, the years hadn’t been as kind to her two year older sister Jessie. She had developed a large belly and a small pouch that hung down above her lower abdomen. The most marked change was her breasts. Where Mom’s still had enough structure to stand out some from her body as they sagged, Jessies had truly sagged. They were pendulous affairs that laid down on her belly and literally reached down to her navel. They were rounder and filled out a little at their terminus down around the middle of her protruding belly, and she had huge aereola – at least four inches across – and nipples that protruded over a half inch and stared down at the floor. But that’s just what the years had done to her. She hadn’t lost her sense of humor though, even after both my father and my uncle died suddenly near the same time a few years earlier. She was also very well known for saying what was on her mind.

She said “Well, boy. I thought the back porch might be cooler.” Boy was what she called me more often than not, always had for as long as I could remember. When we were all younger we used to sleep on the back porch sometimes on hot summer nights. There was a twin bed out there with a couple of removable back rest cushions that made it into kind of a an odd sized sofa. My two sisters and cousin used to all share the bed and I slept on a pallet on the floor that my Aunt Jessie would put assemble for me. We had spent a lot of hot nights out there during our younger days.

She headed for the back door with me behind her as I said “That sounds fine, Jessie.”

Out on the porch, she removed the cushions from the bed and said “I brought down an extra sheet to keep the oil off it” as she unfolded a sheet and flapped it out a couple of times until it drifted down onto the bed mostly square.

I said “Mom told me your neck and shoulder hurt”.

She said “Hell boy, that was just an excuse to get a massage.” She unbuttoned her house dress and dropped it on a chair.