“If you want to.”

you said, feigning apathy, but your noncommittal manner was unconvincing. Your aunt saw that you were up for it, clearly, by the bulge in your pants. She ignored it for the time being and took your hand.

“I do want to,” she said, sitting up on her knees on the couch and spreading her open legs, which in turn opened her open robe. “Look how wet I am,” she sighed. She didn’t want you to look though. She wanted you to know for sure. You sighed, feeling the slimy proof on your fingertips as she ran your hand over her warm slit. “Mommy’s so wet,” she added with a smile, her voice with a slight lilt to it now.

Your cock throbbed and you blinked at the woman who was looking and sounding more and more like your mother with each passing second. And even though Patricia would never call herself your ‘mommy’ … fuck… The way your aunt roleplayed this was heating you quickly. She gripped your wrist firmly and started to grind into your fingers, her wetness dripping down over your knuckles. “I’m so wet baby,” she panted, her long fringe falling over her face. She pulled you closer with your arm and she pressed her forehead against yours, gasping when you slid your fingers into her dripping pussy. “Is this too weird?” she side-barred quietly. Her breath was on your face and you were getting lost in her, smelling her perfume. The flowery scent was distinct and familiar… the perfume your mother usually wore. How many things had she bought from the mall? She kissed you softly and you groaned against her lips, starting to feel close to overwhelmed.

“Mom…” you gasped when the kiss was broken. Your aunt tilted your chin up, smiling at you.

“Getting into it now,” she noted wryly, sinking deeper onto your fingers. You started to fuck her with two fingers and she moaned, her cunt gripping the digits, more wetness squeezing out of her. Her hands felt onto your crotch, gripping your rock hardness over the thin material of your shorts. “My baby boy,” she panted, the her emphasis on those words tensing your entire body. That was definitely something your mother called you a lot, which was annoying usually… but coming from your aunt like this it was painfully arousing.

“Fucking hell,” you gasped, rubbing your palm into her clit. She shivered against you, her legs closing around your hand, the lesbian melting on your fingers.

“Bad language,” she scolded you, her grip sliding up your shorts. She fished for your erection and her soft hands made you groan. Leslie was already drooling as she pulled out your cock. “Don’t stop baby,” she panted, hips moving and tits jiggling as she fucked your fingers. “Make mommy cum…” Somehow you managed to keep concentration on fingering her while she began stroking your shaft. You spreading her fluids with a thumb, rubbing it over her swollen clit. Her grasp cinched around the base of your cock, pleasure spiking through her body. Your ‘mom’ cried out as she came, the sound recognizable as your aunt but you saw the quaking body of your mother in front you. Her pussy clenched around your fingers and she let herself fall forward into your chest while she rode the waves. She didn’t rest there but kissed up your neck instead, her hair brushing your skin, the smell of her sex and perfume engulfing you in a haze of motherly love.

“Mommy needs cum,” she growled, her voice still shaky from her orgasm. She lifted herself off your fingers then began to back away, her face lowering to your crotch, her hands on your thighs. She licked her lips and her gaze moving from your cock to your eyes. The make up, the hair… she was exactly your mother right now, hovering over your erection with a hungry expression… lusting after her 'son'. Her lips brushed over the head of your cock and you flinched as if you had been slapped in the face. She hummed as she kissed the side of your shaft, pressing her mouth against your flesh, tongue snaking out to taste you.

“Mom?” you panted, letting your imagination roll with the sight of your disguised aunt slobbering on your cock.

“You taste so good, baby,” she sighed. “Mommy loves the taste of your thick… hard…” she didn’t finish the sentence, cut off by sliding you into her mouth. The warmth that engulfed your cock was familiar but thrilling at the same time and you had to grab onto her shoulders to steady yourself. Her hair on your arms was a new sensation and as she went deeper it pooled around your pelvis, silky and soft. You wanted to hold her head, run your fingers through her rich locks but that would probably break the illusion. Looking down at her face, your mom’s face, framed by her hair was incredible. You noticed then that her lipstick was smudged, and red prints were getting left near the base of your shaft as your aunt went deep with each throaty lunge. Your mother had never looked this slutty.

“Fuck that’s good…” you breathed, gripping her shoulders. There was a slurp and you felt her tongue run up the length of you as she popped your cock out of her mouth.

“John!” she snapped, giving you a start. “You swear too much, I didn’t raise you to be so foul mouthed,” she continued, the mock sternness in her voice quite close to your mother’s. You couldn’t help but smile and she gave three lip smacking sucks at the head of your cock. “It must be your aunt’s bad influence,” she said. She started to stroke your cock more firmly, fondling your heavy nuts with her other hand. You groaned, teeth gritted, so turned on you were all bulge and veins. “But enough about that hot mess,” she said, increasing the pace of her stroke. “Give me your cum, baby boy.” She kissed the the tip of your cock lovingly, practically making out with it, tonguing your most sensitive spots as she pumped you. “Give mommy your cum,” she panted. “Mommy needs it… all over my tongue… down my throat… all of my baby boy…”

You came immediately, striking her cheek with a thick hot slap of urgent semen. Her reaction was fast and instinctive and she aught the following spurts with a wide open mouth then closed her lips around your throbbing cock. You thrust into the woman’s warm wet suction as she gulped down your seed, your entire body buzzing. It was so easy to imagine that it wasn’t Leslie in those final, blissful seconds.

“Mom! Holy shit… Mom! AH!” you groaned. She was sucking the cum right out of you, your cock thrumming with each continued bolt down her throat. She moaned as you filled her, gurgling, humming, loving every second of it.

You flopped back into the couch when it was finally over. Leslie drew your thick, spit covered cock from her mouth with a slurp, her satisfied sigh interrupted by a quiet burp. She crawled up so that she was snug between you and the back of the couch and rested her head on your shoulder. The soft wig was slightly askew.

“How did mommy’s throat feel?” she said, voice a little hoarse. She wanted to say something else but started to cough, which turned into stuttered laughter. You were made to chuckle too and shook your head.

“That was crazy,” you said, then took hold of her ‘hair’. You gave it a gentle tug and the wig came off easily, the illusion quickly lost. Looking up at you now was your pretty, and a little sweaty, Aunt Les.

“Oh no! My precious lady locks!” she cried, before breaking into a fit of giggles again while breaking character. She sighed, running her hands through her short hair, body relaxing into yours. “Seriously though, that was fun,” said your aunt. “I’m still so fuckin wet too,” she noted, and you looked down to see her hand lifting from her crotch, fingers dripping into strings.

“Bad language,” you reminded her. She poked an elbow into your side for your cheek and you winced through your grin.

“I wasn’t the bad influence, I just want you to know,” started your aunt matter of factly. “Patty… your mother, boy are there stories I could tell you about the things she did. And the things we did…” She was giggly again, then sighed. You saw that she had a hand between her legs, slowly stroking up and down with her fingers. “But you probably don’t want to hear those kinds of things about your mom though,” she said. Obviously she was teasing you while she was teasing herself, and you throbbed at your imaginings. "Right?"