His mom, his aunt and a deal between them

Max checked the clock, noticing it was about the time his mom and aunt would usually be in the dining room. He quickly threw on a shirt, grabbed his notebook and hurried downstairs. He was quite eager to test things out.

He passed by the doors to Annabelle's room, Sam's room and Mary's room where his twin sisters, Katy and Kerry, were bunking with the third of his four cousins. He knew he'd soon have unfettered access to those rooms, but that could come later. Right now, he had a plan. He wasn't worried too much about it failing, and it's not like he could actually make it happen if he really wanted it anyway, but the thought alone was enough to send him charging downstairs.

Just as he thought as he landed on the bottom step, he could already hear his mom and Aunt Clara talking in the dining room. What about, Max didn't know or really care. His blood was pounding in his ears in excitement, near arousal at the power he might have at this very moment. That it was greater than even he imagined at first.

"Morning mom, aunt Clara." He greeted with a smile, interrupting the two mid conversation.

"Morning, sweetie." His mom said, a soft smile on her face as she sat in a pair of shorts and a t-shirt as she usually wore around the house.

"Morning, kid." Aunt Clara raised her cup of coffee to him in greeting, the woman lounging in a purple nightgown that went to just above her knees. Max swore she'd had the same style of nightgown for as long as he could remember.

His mom and aunt Clara were sisters, but there were a few striking differences about them. For instance, his mom's strawberry blonde (bordering on full blonde) took forever to grow, barely going past her shoulders. Clara's hair, on the other hand, was a deep, vibrant red that grew like a weed and usually had to be cut every three months lest she sit on it. Right now, it was about mid-back, not much longer and it'd be cut to her shoulder blades again.

His mom, on the other hand, had a great metabolism. She swore up and down she lost the pregnancy weight within half a year, and it showed since you'd never be able to tell the woman had three kids, one of them being a pair of twins. She was lean just about everywhere but her hips and ass, something that Max had shamefully fantasized over more than a few times. She still had a decently sized chest, but she got the good genes for what was in her jeans and it showed.

Meanwhile Aunt Clara's chest was where the majority of her food went, with a thin layer of fat all over her body. She was barely even plump, so it didn't actually detract from her beauty. Rather, it gave her that MILF vibe.

They shared the blue eyes from grandma, though.

But Max wasn't there to ogle them, this time at least. No, this time he was here for science!

"Hey, Aunt C? I want to exchange something real quick." He started off, watching his aunt look at him with half-lidded eyes.

"You do, huh?" She asked, sipping her coffee. "Lay it on me, Max. What do you want, and what do I get?"

Well, first test is a go. An exchange between two people without including himself.

"Every morning, you'll strip down nude right here in the dining room. You'll give your underwear, bra included if you're wearing one, to mom so she can wash them. You can't wear anything until they've gone through a full wash and dry, and you have to stay in the dining room until they're done. In exchange, mom will fondle your tits and kiss you until your clothing is done. Pretty good deal, right?"

"Mmmm." Clara hummed slowly, nodding. "Yeah, that sounds like a good deal. What do you think, Sarah?"

"A deal's a deal." She shrugged, smiling at her sister. "At least it's a fair one for the both of us. Want to get out of that nightgown so I can throw your stuff in the wash real quick? I have a small load I can throw in with it so it's not a waste."

"Sure. Then you can play with these melons all you want. Glad I don't put lipstick on until I leave the house."

Aunt Clara stood up, her purple nightgown quickly being brought up above her head and tossed onto the table. Unsurprisingly, she wasn't wearing a bra just yet, and was left in lacy black panties and socks. She grabbed the sides of her black underwear, pulling it down without any hesitation, stepping out of them and taking one sock off with each step. She handed her underwear to Max's mom, who quickly grabbed them and left in the direction of the laundry room.

Max, meanwhile, watched as his aunt sat back down in the nude. She was nonchalant, acting like nothing had changed. She crossed her legs as they had been before, leaning over the table with her coffee cup in hand. Her large, E-cup bosom was hanging out bare, her nipples quickly hardening as she took a drink of her morning brew.

She didn't even care that Max was staring at her. Just like Ms. Cathoway and trading her blouse away yesterday.

"So, kid. I know we haven't talked much since you lot moved in. How're things going for you?" She asked, leaning back in her chair as she looked at the ceiling. "And don't try to pull any of that bullshit about trying to tough it out. Cousin Nick was a blubbering baby for months after Uncle Sawyer passed, way back when we were just getting into our twenties, and he was always the calm one you didn't know what he was feeling. Things going good in school? Anybody giving you shit?"

"It... It's been kinda shitty." Max didn't even bother trying to tear his eyes away from his aunt's large, pale and freckled breasts as he answered. "But it's getting better. I've dealt with some of my problems at school. Got my bullies to screw off for good."

"That ain't gonna cause the cops to show up at my door, is it?" She asked pointedly.

"Nah, I made a deal with them. They got seventy five cents to split between the four of them, they leave me alone forever. They were quite happy to take the deal."

"That's too good, if you ask me." Clara snorted into her mug as she took another sip. "Should have offered them fucking off, and in exchange they kick each other in the balls."

"I'll keep that in mind next time, aunt C."

Huh. So people were at least somewhat aware of Max's ability to make deals? That's going in the notebook too, alongside the fact that he doesn't have to be part of the exchange.

Interesting to note.

"Alright, I'm back. Pucker up, Sarah, because I'm getting my fill of this deal!" Max's mom announced as she walked back in with a spring in her step. "Hope I still haven't lost my touch since college!"

Clara sighed, but smiled still as she put her coffee down and scooted her chair back. "It'd be easier if one of us sat in the other's lap. You want to sit in mine, or am I sitting in yours?"

"I'll sit in your lap today. We'll try my lap tomorrow. See which is better."

"Sounds good."

Max felt himself grow even harder than he was at the sight of his aunt's tits, and that brief glimpse he caught of her bush when she took off her underwear. His mom wasted no time sitting herself in her own sister's lap, deliciously pale skin meeting creamy milk white, squishing together as she put her hands on those huge tracts of land his aunt called tits. His mom quickly leaned her face in, pecking her lips to Aunt Clara's in an incestuous smooch as his aunt moaned gently.

His mothers hands were deft, as she grabbed and played with her sisters mountains, fingers expertly playing with the stiff peaks on those pillows of flesh. Aunt Clara, in response, wrapped her hands around his moms waist, pulling her closer to her own body.

Oh boy. Maybe he should make an exchange so he can at least masturbate to the sight? It would be so simple. But maybe he should hold off? Run some more tests? But if he did that, should it be on his mom and aunt again, or should he go looking for someone else? The only one who probably wouldn't be around would be Sam. Her weekends were always busy with work.