Aunt Leslie’s Surprise

The day was lazy. The double dose you had given your aunt this morning held your aunt over from breakfast through to lunch. Your aunt eventually pulled on a bathrobe while you put some shorts on. Her nudity obviously distracted you more than yours distracted her, and Leslie’s open silk robe didn’t help. Getting glimpses of your aunt’s delicious body as she sashayed around the apartment was somehow sexier than her walking around without any clothes on. It allowed you to maintain a constant half chub and you found yourself counting the hours until she would need another load from you.

You occupied yourself with work, and when she came up behind you on the couch you were hunched over the laptop and deeply involved with pouring over collected research data from around the country. Her hands slid over your face, covering your eyes, and this oddly intimately moment made your heart skip.

“I’ve got a surprise for you,” she rasped into your ear, your cock jolting to life, quickly rising to a full salute. The rush of blood prevented you from reforming your jumble of thoughts, so when she asked “Can you guess what it is?” you came up empty. Noting your silence she giggled. “How about a hint,” she continued, and you could hear the smile in the quietness of her voice. You shrugged, since you really had no clue. You felt her breath on your earlobe as she leaned in closer. “Let me take care of you, baby boy,” she whispered seductively. You blinked beneath the blindfold of her hands, still not quite getting it but feeling a chill roll down your back. “You still don’t get it?” she asked, a hint of frustration edging her voice. She sighed and you grabbed onto her wrist to pull her hands away from your face she laughed.

“I don’t get what’s so…” you began as you turned to look at her and then your heart skipped. Your eyes widened and your mouth dropped, taking in the sight before you. Standing there was… your mother! The confusion lasted for maybe two seconds before your brain recognized the differences between your mother and your aunt’s features… and you realised it wasn’t your mom. It was your Aunt Les wearing a very convincing dark wig. The way it was styled to have luxurious curls tumbling around her shoulders was exactly how you saw your mother wear her hairdo last. Your aunt’s makeup was also done in a way that made her look more like your mother, with brighter lipstick and eyeliner making her eyes sharper like your mother’s. The sisters could practically pass for twins if they didn’t have such different styles…

“Where did you get that wig?” you asked your aunt dumbly, trying to ignore how iron hard your cock had suddenly become. She grinned and stepped around to sit next to you on the couch. She was still in her robe, which was of course open, exposing her breasts. Despite having seen your aunt’s tits so many times before, with the way she looked now you couldn’t help feeling that you were seeing something you weren’t meant to. Like that night you spied the two sisters fucking.

“From the mall yesterday,” she said, brushing her fingers through the lush deep loops. “Pretty good right? I look just like Patty.” She grinned, shifting close to you, the robe drooping off her shoulders so that her perfect tits could no longer be ignored. She did look just like your mother… and you swallowed, the conflict boiling in your chest and making your neck feel heated.

“This is… why?” you asked helplessly, feeling the blush starting to fill up your face.

“What? You don’t like it?” she asked you, pouting as she bat her eyelashes at you. You stared at her, short of breath, and the hesitation in your answer made the woman smile even wider. “I knew it!” she cried, jabbing at your bare chest with a finger, still toothily grinning. “You’re a perverted little momma’s boy!” You felt your cheeks burn and swallowed nervously.

“This is weird, Aunt Les… it’s really… uh...w-weird…” you stammered… but the dreamlike quality of seeing your half naked mother mewling in front of you was definitely turning you on more than anything else had all day.

“It’s okay,” she said, her voice softening a she stroked your cheek. You shivered to her touch, even though this wasn’t the first time she had caressed you like this. “I just thought it would be fun,” she continued. “I like a bit of roleplaying…” At this admission you gulped and your aunt’s hand slid down your neck and began to creep down your chest. “It really turns me on,” she continued, feeling down to your abs then stopping. “So… would you mind indulging a weirdo like your aunt?”