The Pizza Guy

When dinner time rolled around your aunt just ordered pizza. The delivery came knocking at the door and your mother seemed excited about it, leaping off the couch. Maybe she just really wanted pizza. From the couch you watched her swoosh away in her loose fitting robe and swing the door open.

“Well hello!” she said, greeting the surprised delivery guy happily. It was a much warmer welcome than he was used to and it took him a moment to take in all that he was seeing, and all that he was seeing was your mother’s deep, deep cleavage afforded to her by the robe she was wearing nothing else under.

“Uh...I’ve got… uh… delivery...pizza? Here? Pizza…” he stammered, gawking. Patricia took the warm boxes from the poor guy, deliberately brushing his hands with her fingers as she did so. He looked to be about your age, was a little gangly and had a crewcut, but you’d admit he was a pretty good looking dude. Your mom definitely thought so and turned on the charm.

“Sausage pizza right?” she asked him coyly, winking. The pizza guy blinked at her and fished for the receipt in his pocket.

“Uh..uh...no… uh… pepperoni and… hawaiian...er…” he stammered. Your aunt came out from the kitchen and stepped around your aunt.

“Here’s thirty,” she said, handing pushing the money into his hand and him backwards into the hall. “Keep the change. Thanks.” And she shut the door unceremoniously. She wisked the pizza boxes away from Patty, leaving the woman standing there blinking. Pizza on the couch seemed to be the go and Leslie put the boxes onto the replaced coffee table and slumped down next to you. Your mother rejoined the couch a little slowly.

“Geez Les I was talking to the guy,” said Patty as she picked up a slice.

“Why?” asked Leslie through a mouthful of cheese.

“Well… he was kinda cute…” replied your mother, looking a little bashful. She took a bite.

“Oh. Was he?” your aunt wondered. You raised your eyebrow and chewed thoughtfully.

“Well yeah I mean… so you didn’t notice him at all?” Patty asked, now seeming less annoyed and more interested academically at her sister’s perspective.

“Yeah. He’s a dude,” she said, helping herself to another slice.

“Yeah but I thought-” Patty began then stopped herself.

“Thought what? That I’m just guy crazy now coz I’m a cum addict?”

There was a moment of awkward silence as you and your mother weren’t sure what the correct response would be. Leslie swallowed her bite of pizza and sighed. “I don’t know…” she started. “I know I like cum. Well… I love it now. And I like… cocks.” She looked over to you, but her eyeline didn’t go above your waist. “But men… in general… I still just think of them as… men.” She shrugged.

“So… what if you saw the pizza guy’s cock?” inquired your mother. “Would you… suck it? For his cum?”

You couldn’t believe you were sitting here on the couch eating pizza while your mother and aunt were discussing this. Your half eaten slice hovered halfway to your mother, waiting for an answer. Leslie seem to be really mulling it over.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I… probably would?” She continued eating, as did you and your mother. After after another half a slice your aunt straightened. “I can’t even imagine what that dude’s dick would look like though,” she said. “I just picture John’s whenever I try…” She wiped some drool from her lips with her wrist then stuffed some more pizza into her mouth.

“Huh. I see,” nodded your mother. She looked over to you and you just shrugged at her mildly. You didn’t expect her to reach over and give your dick a squeeze over your shorts. It was a quick and cheeky, strangely friendly gesture. Almost non-sexual… almost.

“So you don’t notice any good looking men?” asked your mother, turning back to your aunt. “Not even like hot movie stars?”

Leslie shrugged again.

“I mean I can tell a good looking guy but, I haven’t wanted fuck any of them,” she said. “Even now. Even knowing that they can give me… you know… what I need.” There was a significant glance thrown your way and you swallowed, feeling the need to stop being a silent observer.

“What about… someone really famous like… uh…” you started, trying to think of someone you thought your aunt might like based on her … preferences. “Um… Johnny Depp?”

“Ew,” both your aunt and mother said in unison. This seemed a surprise to you, especially with your mother.

“Huh. Really?”

“Yeah no thanks,” said Leslie, shuddering slightly for dramatic effect. Your mother nodded.

“Maybe if it was him... ten years ago,” she said. At this your aunt snorted.

“Oh that’s right, you like em young, huh Pat?” Leslie smirked, then winking at you. You felt yourself throb and your mother’s glare could have set her sister’s hair on fire.

“No! That’s not… well… I just…” she started strong but faded a little and put her half eaten crust down. “Let’s just change the subject.”

And it was changed, the dinner chat shifting to less charged topics and continuing on until bed time approached…