Day 1 After Breakfast ...

You expected awkwardness at breakfast with what had just transpired… but things weren’t too bad. Conversation was normal and comfortable, though your aunt was perkier than usual. And you did feel her foot running up your leg under the table occasionally, and by how your mother was trying not to jump in her seat Leslie was doing the same thing to her. The woman was having way too much fun, but this was probably the best way to deal with an illness.

You went to wash the dishes and your aunt saw this as another opportunity to get all up in her sister, insinuating herself into your mother’s lap despite initial protests.

“Les … what are you doing?” Patricia tried whispering, sounding a little panicked. There was no hiding what was happening with you only a few feet away at the kitchen sink.

“Breakfast was too good,” sighed your aunt before she started nuzzling the her face into your mother’s neck and getting handsy, slipping her fingers into the woman’s robe. “I’m horny as fuck.”

“Les!” your mother hissed, partially to the lascivious language but mainly because of the lewd acts in the presence of her son. You took deep breaths and sunk your hands into the cold water but your boner would not be going away anytime soon. You were tempted to turn your body a bit more so that they could see the pitched ten, but when you glanced over your shoulder you found both women a little too preoccupied to pay attention to you. One was a lot more into it than the other, but the other wasn’t out right stopping what was happening. Patricia squirmed under her sister but kept letting those lesbian lips and fingers find more and more intimate spots on her body. A plate escaped your grip and clanked loudly in the sink which seemed enough to snap your mother out of it. “Not here Les,” urged your mother desperately, pushing her amorous sister away from her with a **** firmness. There was little in the way of protest from Leslie, she was happy to get it anywhere really and basically locked your mother’s wrists in her grip and dragged the woman back to the bedroom. Or at least you thought it was the bedroom until the stream of water you were washing the dishes with lost pressure.

“They’re in the shower….” you said to yourself of the of the realisation. Your boner almost thumped audibly against the side of kitchen counter.