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As attracted to his own teacher as he was, Ethan wasn’t about to ogle his mom. So he stole glimpses of his peers, although in the sixth grade none of them appealed to him nearly as much as his mom. Rose had a narrow waist and wide hips, thick thighs, yet an overall slender frame. Arguably her greatest quality were her large breasts, which she usually kept well contained and clothed at school, but her case wasn’t helped by how naturally beautiful she was.Principal Hart, or Aunt Kendra as Ethan knew her, shortened to Auntie when he wasn’t at risk of his peers hearing him, was sterner than her little sister. With Ethan, she was far more lenient than the other children, and many of the kids at the 1-through-6 elementary school saw her as “a mean lady.” Only some of his sixth-grade peers perceived her as “hot,” which she inarguably was.
The occasional fitted skirts didn’t help her case, as Kendra had an especially notable backside. She was busty, too, but unlike her sister, Kendra’s breasts were fake, to his knowledge. He didn’t quite grasp what this meant, and had come to believe they were merely “enhanced” instead of artificial.It certainly didn’t keep him from having the hots for his aunt.As he tried to stay focused in class, Ethan’s freshly 12-year-old brain—and body—had other plans. His periodic glances at a student’s legs, exposed from the knees down thanks to her gym shorts, became more and more frequent as class progressed. Whenever he was called upon, he had to fumble his words to respond accordingly.It was clear to Rose that something was awry with her son, and over the last few days she’d come to suspect what. He turned twelve last month, and this past week his demeanor alone was emanating signs of a pubescent libido.The student at his two o’clock whose legs he kept glancing at raised her hand and requested a hall pass. Rose offered it to her, and she left to use the restroom. Ethan sighed and kneaded his brow, as there was nobody else in the classroom that appealed to his boyish senses. A few pretty girls, but their bodies were covered and their chests were flat or unimpressive.Kendra lived with Rose and her son, providing most of the income. She made nearly twice as much, annually, as Rose, but before this had been a successful dietician and physical instructor. When she realized the financial troubles her sister was having, a decade after being left by her boyfriend, Kendra stepped forward. And, technically, back. Rose was grateful for her taking the humbler route to support her and her nephew.Kendra’s love for family surmounted everything else, she claimed.When the bell rung, Ethan counted his blessings. He yearned to go home, this being the last class of the day. He found it both torturous and delightful to have his mom teach two of his seven classes, ironically the first and last. Although an English teacher, she also taught math, but only for certain periods. Ethan’s first period being among them.In math class, he sat in first row, which was, yet again, both a blessing and a curse. Rose’s beauty was unavoidable, but recently he had worked hard to “ignore” her and either stare at his desk and papers, or occasionally glance around the class for some other subpar form of eye-candy. It never occurred to him that he must look like a severe case of ADHD with this kind of behavior.Fortunately, to Rose’s knowledge, he wasn’t like this in other classes. The faculty gossiped a good deal, and reported suspicious or worrisome activity to Principal Hart frequently, so she felt relieved. Still…Despite his eagerness to go home, which usually warranted taking the bus and using a house key he kept, unless he stayed behind to wait for Rose to drive him, Ethan was the last one out the door.He certainly hadn’t planned it; a passing student deliberately bumped into the corner of his binder, spilling its contents onto the floor. The boy snickered as he traipsed over the papers and exited the room in the company of a few others.Rose shook her head, brow furrowing.Unlike Kendra, she was much more civil and even anti-confrontational. This simply made her far softer with Ethan than most mothers who were also teachers might be toward their 12-year-olds.She shuffled out from behind her desk, to crouch and help her son pick up his stuff. He sighed and thanked her. Once afoot again, he said he better hurry to catch the bus.“I wish I could drive you, but I’ve got a ton of papers.” Rose pouted.“It’s okay, Mom. I’ll see you in a few.”He only called her Mommy behind closed doors. Particularly at home, out of fear that someone would hear him utter it here.“Alright, hon.” She kissed the top of his head, and he was on his way.Rose sighed, and looked at the clock. She recounted his behavior today, not just in this class but first period, too. And the days prior. She was done keeping it to herself, and trusted her big sister would have a better idea on how to handle it than her. Rose essentially owed her and her son’s well-being to Kendra, but on top of that, the woman had always been Rose’s guardian angel. Her protector, and now Ethan’s too.
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Kendra was at the tail-end of a conference call with another principal and her school’s counselor, on her desktop monitor, when she heard a knock on the office’s door. Then, a muffled conversation outside the heavy wooden door. Kendra’s brow furrowed and she chanced a glance away from her webcam, not wanting to interrupt the other principal from speaking. But in that moment, Kendra spotted a familiar face through the vertical window in the door.Rose.Kendra returned her attention to the webcam, and the conference call. The man was finishing his statements, and the three of them exchanged farewells. The second she was in the clear to, Kendra killed her webcam to end the call, and closed the window. She stood, strode across the office, and unlocked the door. Rose practically burst in, having a brief back-and-forth with Kendra’s assistant, a lady whose patience Rose had apparently shattered.Seeing this, and how flustered Rose had gotten, meant a lot to Kendra. She knew how soft-spoken and anti-confrontational her sister was. Whatever pressed her to visit was clearly a matter of gravity.“It’s quite alright, Barb,” Kendra insisted, smiling and waving at her assistant. With her other hand, she beckoned Rose into the office. “Yeah, no, it’s fine, thank you.”Kendra sighed as she shut—and locked—the door behind Rose.“What’s the matter, sis? I assume she told you I was on a call.”“She did, and I’m awfully sorry. To her, and to you. Barb’s a great assistant, I just…” She took a deep breath. “I’m worried, Kendra. About our boy.”Kendra’s brow furrowed. She walked to her desk, and in her black slacks sat on the corner, her heels touching the carpet. She was two inches taller than Rose, with an imposing figure to boot, and a firm stance regardless of how she stood or sat. But to Rose she was less intimidating, and more protective. Comforting, in a strange way.Rose sat in one of two chairs facing Kendra’s desk, the one nearest her.“Ethan?” Kendra asked. “What’s wrong?”“He’s…He’s been staring, Kendra. He used to ogle me from time to time, as I imagine you’ve noticed him do at home, with you, too. But seldom more than a few glances.”“Of course. And, naturally. His age and all.”“But now, he’s…constantly glancing at female students, especially exposed legs. Not terribly common, but we’re on the cusp of spring, and break is just two weeks out. By May he might get himself in trouble. But he’s a good boy, Kendra.”“You don’t need to tell me that, little sis. I know full-well the goodness in his young heart.” She sighed, and seemed to deliberate for nearly half a minute. Rose didn’t interrupt. Then Kendra gathered her voice again and addressed Rose with both determination and tenderness. The latter, coming from Kendra, was a most uncharacteristic sound. “I’ve an idea, how to remedy this. But it’s a drastic approach, and one that will take every ounce of your…commitment, as a mother. And mine, as his aunt.”Rose sat upright like a jolt of electricity.“Of course, Kendra. Anything! I’d do anything for my baby boy.”Kendra couldn’t help but smirk, if ever briefly. “I know, Rose. His well-being, and future, counts on it.”
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Later that evening, at home, Rose was making dinner and Kendra was getting dressed after her shower. They had not talked to Ethan in any special way since they came home. Rose arrived first, three hours ago, and then Kendra, eighty minutes after. Unfortunately, Ethan made any kind of chitchat impossible by being a hermit in his room. Then, eventually, he came out for a snack and announced, in passing, he’d be gone for a bicycle ride on his usual route. It would merely be along the length of the cul-de-sac where he lived, and then a short loop without crossing any major roads. He was usually back from this route in twenty to thirty minutes.After returning home “on time,” he asked his mom if he had time for a shower. She checked the stovetop timer and claimed “if you’re fast, mister.” Her tone was playful. He heard her and was on his way, doing his best to ignore whatever she was wearing as it never really mattered; at home, her and Kendra were painfully attractive.If only his peers knew, though he assumed many of the boys had no trouble imagining.There was only one bathroom in the single-story house, and three bedrooms. Two were about equal size, and the third was significantly smaller. All of them were down the same hall, which was a straight-shoot from the corner kitchen.As soon as Kendra heard the bathroom door shut, she emerged from her room, quietly. She reached Rose in the kitchen, and spoke quietly.“Remember stage one?” Kendra asked.Rose sized up her sister, a bit surprised by her attire. She nonetheless nodded, and wiped her hands off.“Go on, sis. Get changed. I’ll watch over dinner, everything’s stable, yeah?”Rose nodded, but clarified about the bread in the toaster and the pasta on the stove. Then she hurried off, reaching her room just as she heard the shower water kick on.Kendra tried to contain her excitement. It was a subtle degree of enthusiasm. She wasn’t horny, she merely wanted to exert her authority in a way she had never been able to before. Not only over her sister, but her nephew too, and in a fashion that meant his betterment. It would also mean fulfilling a desire she imagined he’d been repressing, but this went beyond that.No matter what, Kendra genuinely believed that her plan would be effective in fine-tuning Ethan as a young boy, but also as bringing them closer as a family. And what mother didn’t want that?***Not necessary to her surprise, Kendra’s sister took longer getting changed than initially expected. When she finally emerged from her room, the shower water wasn’t running anymore. She met Kendra in the kitchen, and saw that she had already set the serving dishes and even the table. It was a small round one fit for four, but seated for three, situated between the kitchen’s island counter and the living room. The latter was essentially the foyer, too.However, to Kendra’s surprise, Rose had taken her suggestion to heart—and not shied from the plan that constituted “stage one.”According to Kendra’s master strategy, this entailed…“First, we show Ethan that staring at us isn’t a bad thing. At us, that is, not at anyone else. We make him realize that his Mommy and Auntie should be the apples of his eye, and nobody else.”Kendra had proceeded to explain to Rose, in her office earlier, that this involved wearing scanty attire at home, tonight, but not directly addressing it. When Rose asked if this including “teasing” him, Kendra fought to hide a smile but nodded.“Yes, in fact. If we can manage to get Ethan to actually try touching us, not just ogling, then we’ve already won half the battle. But if this happens, again, do not openly address it. Smile, be warm and kind, welcoming even, but don’t sexualize any of it. Not explicitly, anyway.”Rose seemed a bit puzzled, but not enough to ignore the merits of Kendra’s strategy. She saw it, and this made her admit to her big sister’s genius, as well as motivate her not to fail. Not to disappoint Kendra, or her son. Even if he was clueless in the matter.“When, uh, will we address it, though?” Rose had asked.“Yes—stage two. After dinner, having let Ethan “simmer” for a couple of hours, we’ll address what this is all about—more or less. Before bed, you and I will tackle it, together. Follow my lead, and we’ll have Ethan “cured” before tomorrow morning. That said, stage three is entirely on your shoulders, as I’ll be leaving earlier than you two, per usual.”“You…You want me to drive him to school?”Kendra nodded. “Yes, this will adhere your bond and strengthen our goal.”“And…”Kendra interrupted her sister’s already demure approach.“Yes, stage one does apply to three, too. By that point, “stages” are no more than life, as it proceeds naturally. The biggest thing is to reinforce what we’ve taught him at home—at school. This is where the war, per se, will be won. But it’ll be an ongoing battle for Ethan, one that we’re here for. His safe haven. Unfortunately, it will require some discipline and patience on his part, and a bit more teasing from us.”Kendra proceeded to tell her that their skimpy attire at home tonight would have to reflect on them at school moving forward. Albeit, far less “intensely” than at home, so as to be within reason. She said she would help Rose with that later tonight, after putting Ethan to bed.“Wonderful, little sis,” Kendra said to Rose, now, standing in the kitchen. Sizing her up. Kendra’s right hand fleetingly groped Rose’s left breast. “Wow, splendid.”Then she cleared her throat and smiled at Rose.“Are you ready to commit, Ms. Hart?”“Yes, ma’am.”Kendra smirked. “Then go on, make sure everything’s done. Pour the iced tea, and I’ll go inform our darling that dinner’s ready.”
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Ethan had just gotten dressed, which consisted of French terry sweatpants and a T-shirt. He was trying to figure out what to do before dinner, when he knew he’d be even more tortured with the proximity of two beautiful women. His heartfelt love for them somehow metastasized his arousal, twisted as it was. Ultimately he decided to peruse family photos and masturbate, as he didn’t have much fondness for regular porn. And it wasn’t like that didn’t pose an easy option. Neither his mom nor aunt were very prudent about parental controls or restrictions on the internet.Preparing to drop his sweats and hack away at the computer, he realized he forgot to lock his door. So he kept his waistband in place and scuffled toward the door.A knock came, startling him halfway there. He stopped midstride.“Honey, it’s Auntie,” Kendra said. It was a bit unusual for her to use that moniker herself, though he’d never deduced that she didn’t like it when he did.“Um, y-yeah?” He asked.“Can I come in, dear?”Now he was especially puzzled. He couldn’t place why, necessarily, except for her exceptionally placid tone, and avoidance of using his name. As if she was a psychiatrist, too, and knew how much he liked being babied by his mother.“Uh, I, I’m still getting dressed, Aunt Kendra. Sorry. Um, what’s up?”“Oh, that’s fine, hon. Dinner’s about ready, just wanted to let you know.”“Right, okay. Thanks, Auntie.” He let it slip, and said “damn it” under his breath, almost a snapping his fingers in tandem.“Sure thing.” He heard her say, and then slowly approached the door to listen to her footfalls fade down the hall.So much for masturbating—Invigorated by curiosity, however, Ethan prepared his wits to have dinner with two beautiful women. He opened his door, turned the light off, and proceeded down the hall. Kendra had just vanished around the corner, toward the kitchen. He’d glimpsed her black hair trailing behind her for a split-second. When he emerged from the hallway, and saw her pulling a chair out, Ethan’s jaw dropped.
His Aunt was wearing next to nothing. Denim shorts that could otherwise be compared to underwear, exposing nearly half of her prominent butt cheeks. The black top she wore was almost entirely backless, and as she stood to pull out the chair, he had a full profile view of her. The top—he couldn’t, in his right mind, call it a shirt—was not only sleeveless, it was practically sideless. Like a jersey would be, on a woman with large breasts, he could see more side-boob on her than he ever had in his life.Then she turned to face him, smiling that beautiful, kind smile that made him forget how austere she could be—albeit with other students, never himself.“Hey, darlin’,” Kendra said. Her long dark hair was pulled up into a lush ponytail, swinging behind her. “Ready to eat?”He suddenly couldn’t find his voice, so he just nodded repeatedly and tried his best not to gawk.As Ethan approached the table, more eager than ever to sit down, Rose finished arranging dinner from the kitchen. She began ferrying dishes to the table, including three glasses of freshly poured iced tea. When Ethan looked up from where he sat to see his mom stoop slightly to set the drinks onto the table—He stared. Ethan stared at his Mommy’s big boobs.He couldn’t resist. No boy could, given his age and what type of shirt she wore. Ethan had personally never seen something like it on a woman. Especially not his own mom. The blue top was as snug on the long sleeves as it was on his large breasts, but the thin fabric only covered about half of them. The center of the shirt gaped open, kept in place only thanks to a latticework of white string. He had never seen his mom’s full cleavage before.
Rose had always been paler than her sister, but the creaminess of her complexion was especially noticeable on her breasts. Ethan nearly began to drool as he ogled her chest, her breasts moving ever so slightly when her torso shifted to place the drinks on their coasters.Meanwhile, Kendra savored her nephew’s perversion to his left, Rose’s right. It was confirmation of her plan working. The first stage, anyway. Then Rose’s head turned to glance at her sister, having noticed her son’s blatant staring. Kendra smiled and nodded, then subtly gestured that Rose stand up—briskly.When Rose did, Ethan’s eyes followed suit, his head lifting slightly to adjust. He watched his mom’s breasts bounce in the top, its semi-snugness letting them jostle a bit.Ethan caught himself, slower than he would’ve liked, and poorly tried to pretend he had not been staring.“W-What’s for dinner, Mom?”Rose began to reply, smiling, but Kendra scoffed, her brow furrowed. It made both Rose and Ethan look at her. Surprise and fear on Ethan’s face; confusion on Rose’s. Then Kendra walked—no, strutted—around the table, to stand behind Ethan’s chair. She clutched the back of it and leaned forward. He could feel her breasts rest on his shoulders, and he impulsively looked up at her.Those dark, fiercely beautiful brown eyes glared down into his soul, he felt. Fearing they could see every hidden secret and lust he harbored.It was hot as fuck…but equally distressing in the moment.Beneath his sweatpants, his cock raged. Pulsing so hard, and so warm, that it almost hurt. Pre-cum oozed forth like a leaking pipe.Ethan began to apologize, but never got the first word out.Kendra tutted. “Tsk-tsk. That’s no way to address your generous, hard-working Mommy. Is it, darlin’?”Ethan nodded briskly. “Y-Yes, Auntie.”Kendra looked up from him and across the table at Rose. She winked. Rose almost flinched, and then suppressed a giggle. She gathered her own courage and addressed her son.“I am your Mommy, aren’t I, sweetie?” Rose asked, in her naturally dainty, pampering voice.Ethan almost melted. “Yes, Mommy!” He practically whimpered. And then caught his breath, blushing. “I, I’m sorry. Yes, um, w-what’s for dinner, Mommy?”His toes repeatedly clenched in his socks as his boner continued to rage under his sweatpants.Then Kendra kissed the top of his head, and returned to the arguable head of the table. She took a seat, and crossed her legs. Ethan glimpsed them before she scooted forward, and he had never before wished for a glass table. Even though he knew that would mean that his slightly tented sweatpants would be visible, too.“Oh, just my baby boy’s favorite casserole,” Rose smiled, and returned to the kitchen.He stared at her the whole way, despite Kendra’s presence. Rose was wearing high-waisted black shorts, which provided full coverage of her butt, unlike her sister’s, though her long legs were exposed.“So, how’s school been, dear?” Kendra asked, sitting up straight and clasping her hands on the edge of the table, in front of her plate.He couldn’t ignore how her biceps, which were slightly more toned than Rose’s—Kendra was simply a bit bigger-boned than her little sister—casually rubbed the exposed sides of her breasts.“Oh, uh, y-you know, uneventful.”“Well, honey, I don’t know. You’ve been quite the recluse lately. Unfortunate, considering how much we love you.”“I, I’m sorry, Auntie, I, I r-really love you, too.” Subconsciously, Ethan was cursing at himself to get a hold. He also constantly avoided eye contact with his Aunt, or looking in her direction at all. Or his mom’s for that matter. “It, it’s just that school is like…p-pretty boring, I’m finding it…h-harder than usual…to, um, like, pay attention.”He had, ironically, told a fraction of the truth just then. Without fully realizing it at the time.“Aww, that’s unfortunate, Ethan,” Kendra said, cocking her head. “You’re such a smart, kind boy. Surely there’s a solution.”If Ethan could stand up and poke her side-boob with his cock and then blast his Aunt’s gorgeous, dolled-up face with the biggest nut of his life, sure, that would count as a solution—The thought, almost verbatim, crossed his mind in a flash, but he managed to bite his tongue.“I, I mean…” He shrugged, fighting to steady his breathing. His mind began to work, too, and not just toward lascivious fantasies. He was smart, wasn’t he? His grades had only just begun to decline because of how hot his mom was, for two of his classes, and seeing her—or Kendra—periodically in the halls didn’t help, either. So he put those smarts to work, and it dawned on him, the obvious: they were teasing him! Their attire was deliberate, surely. But why? He couldn’t fathom. He truly couldn’t.“What’s on my baby boy’s mind, hmm?” Rose said, her sudden presence and proximity startling him. She stood to his right, setting down a bowl of buttered mashed potatoes behind his plate. Her torso lowered closer to him. Then her left hand stroked the hair above his left ear, and he peered up at her, his gaze hanging on her chest for about a second.“A…A lot, Mommy, I…I don’t know…”“Aww, my poor sweetheart.” She kissed his forehead and his eyelids fluttered. Then she withdrew, catching a little smile on Kendra’s face before turning around. Rose finally felt like she had a higher purpose in life, that her goal to be both a teacher and a mother had at long last collided in a special way.With everything on the table now, Rose sat down opposite her son. She scooted her chair in, with more effort than usual, her breasts bouncing accordingly.“I’d like to make a toast, if I may,” Rose offered, reaching for her glass.“Of course, sis,” Kendra said.Rose raised her glass, and Kendra did the same. Ethan followed suit, albeit not before savoring a glimpse of more side-boob from his Aunt when she raised her glass.“To family, and the love that binds us, for it is unshakable,” she said, articulately, and then smiled, motioning the glass toward Ethan.Ethan smiled, too, and motioned his glass.“You have to clink them, silly,” Kendra said, sighing. She leaned forward, more than Rose already was, and out of his periphery Ethan noticed the front of Kendra’s breasts literally nudge her plate. Although the top was full-coverage from the front, the black fabric snugly conformed to her round breasts despite having no sides.Then she clinked her glass with Ethan’s, and Rose leaned forward more, too, clinking hers with Kendra’s, then her son’s. Kendra withdrew, smiling, and when Rose withdrew, the underside of her left breast caught her plate, upending the fabric a centimeter. She didn’t fix it, leaving a tiny glimpse of pale underboob visible.The whole dinner.They did eat, despite what Ethan felt was a heaven—or hell—of teasing. This at least gave him time to work things over in his head, as well as diminish his erection in favor of satisfying his hunger with good food. He eventually thanked his mom for dinner, before they were finished, and she, buoyantly as ever, appreciated it.“So, I haven’t asked you this since last year,” Kendra said, with a mouthful of mashed potatoes. Despite how strict she could be at school, and how rigorous she adhered to personal routines, Kendra could be a slob sometimes at home. Now more than ever, and Ethan, already guilty of many taboo thoughts, found it arousing. “What are your three favorite classes, and your three least favorite classes?”She finally swallowed.Ethan did, too, gulping before analyzing his answers in his head.“Impulse answers, darlin’, makes it more fun,” Kendra said, snapping his fingers with one hand and dabbing her mouth with a napkin with the other.“Oh, uh, um, well, English and Math for obvious reasons, and lunch, as my favorite three. And my least favorites, well—”Kendra laughed, shaking her head. Rose glanced at Kendra and snickered a little herself, before taking a sip of tea.“What?” Ethan asked, confused.“Sweetheart, you, you can’t pick lunch as a favorite class. That’s cheating. And I know my nephew is no cheater.”“I’ve never cheated on a quiz or test before, Auntie,” Ethan vied.“Aww, I know, darlin’. I meant it. But no, you can’t pick lunch.”“Wait a second, Kendra. I want to hear this.” Rose gestured a palm at her big sister, whose eyes widened before narrowing. Kendra realized her error, and saw the cunning, for once, in Rose.“Apologies, you’re right, sis,” Kendra said, nodding. “Go ahead, darlin’. Why’s lunch your third favorite?”“Well, sometimes I visit Mommy in her classroom, when she eats lunch in there and reads a book. Or grades papers, ‘cause she’s so hard-working.”Rose smiled.“I sit at a desk, or pull a chair up to hers, and eat lunch, too. With her. It’s nice. Peaceful. Un…Unlike the cafeteria, or the halls outside it.”Kendra wasn’t oblivious to his talkative peers, particularly the boys who used to be older than him but had since moved on to middle school. Now those his same grade, but meaner.“Well, I think that’s sweet,” Kendra said. “And since you’re in a classroom, I’ll qualify it as a valid answer.”Ethan smiled, not so deep in thought anymore. Feeling a little freer than usual. He nodded and thanked her.“And I’d reckon that English and Math are your favorites because of Rose, too?”Ethan nodded, shrugging. “Even though I don’t like math much.”“Well, it’s strange they’re your favorite classes, dear. Do you know why?”His brow furrowed. “Why, Auntie?”“Because, they’re your lowest grades.”His expression sank.“But don’t worry too much, hon. In fact, let’s not even discuss your least favorite classes. Let’s keep things upbeat.” Kendra smiled big, an expression and gesture of optimism that Ethan wasn’t very familiar with from her, even at home. Not to this extent, anyway.“I like the sound of that,” Rose giggled. She then stood, taking her glass with her. “Anyone want a refill?”“I’ll have some, please.” Ethan brandished his glass.Rose circled the table to take his glass, and Kendra watched his gaze fall to her butt as she walked away with it. As soon as he realized his “error,” he straightened up, cleared his throat, and picked at his remaining food with a fork. Staring at his plate.Kendra exchanged glances with Rose before she reached the kitchen. Then Kendra scooted her chair to the right, around the curved table, until it was mere inches from touching Ethan’s. He looked up, and to his left, startled at how close she had scooted her chair. Their elbows nearly touched.“Say, darlin’, why haven’t you visited Auntie ever during your lunch?”He gulped. “I…I don’t know, I just…f-figured you were too busy.”“Never too busy for family. Especially my sweet nephew.”“R-Really? I could visit you, too? And have lunch at your desk?” Ethan spooned some mashed potatoes into his mouth, but was enrapt. Her proximity, her mesmerizingly dark eyes…“You could sit on my lap if you’d like,” Kendra said, and it caught Ethan so off-guard that he spit out some of his food.“Oops!” Kendra said, failing to suppress a snicker. Rose witnessed this from the kitchen, and giggled behind her own hand.Ethan blushed immediately, and apologized as he reached for a napkin. Then Kendra leaned in and licked the excess mashed potatoes from his chin and mouth, before dabbing her own with a napkin. Rose watched it all as she returned to the table with the glasses, one in each hand. She was surprised, but pleasantly, by her sister’s dedication to this plan, and how committed she was to making it work for Ethan’s sake.It only motivated Rose more.And made Ethan feel as if inebriated.“Don’t apologize, darlin’. Accidents happen.” She scooted her chair back, to stand up, but before she did, legs still crossed, Ethan reached over and squeezed her upper thigh. It was robust and broad, thicker than his mom’s, to his knowledge anyway.“Could I, though?” Ethan asked, his expression and voice weak. “S-Sit on your lap at lunch?”Kendra snickered. “Sure, sweetheart. Visit my office one of these days.”Then she scooted back farther and stood up. So close to Ethan that her right clothed breast brushed the side of his face. She straightened and turned, her butt practically just as close. She began to strut away, but one long stride forward wasn’t quite enough to distance herself from Ethan.In hindsight, he didn’t know what overcame him, except for the sheer insanity of everything that was transpiring. Almost like a wet dream, or the makings of one, he was braver in his mind than reality.His left hand shot out, and grabbed the base of his Aunt’s right butt cheek. She yelped, genuinely surprised, but unbeknownst to Ethan, grinned before turning around.“Yes, darlin’?” She asked simply, smiling ever so casually.“W-W-What?” Ethan finally got out, and withdrew his hand, glancing at it, dumbstruck at what he’d just done. “I…I’m s-sorry, I don’t know why—”“Do you like Auntie’s shorts, sweetheart? That it?” Kendra asked.Ethan gulped. He nodded. “Yeah. Yes. I love them, Auntie.”“Aww, thank you, Ethan. I’m glad I can dress more comfortably at home. It’s more freeing than what your Mommy and I have to wear to work.”Ethan’s brow furrowed. Kendra took her plate and glass to the kitchen. Hips banging side to side with each strut. Breasts bouncing casually in the semi-snug top.“But, um, w-why not at school, too?” Ethan shrugged, incapable of not blushing.“Well, I mean…” Kendra trailed off in thought, setting her dishes in the sink and then returning to the table, where Rose had taken her seat. Kendra’s expression remained pensive until she paused behind her sister, who peered back and up at her. Kendra’s hands settled on Rose’s shoulders. She looked down at her beautiful sister, and shrugged. “I suppose we can dress more comfortably at work, too. What do you say, Rose?”Rose smiled. “You’re the boss, big sis.”Ethan was a bit in awe. More than even before. He had never heard them converse so leisurely. Although Kendra called Rose “sis” from time to time, it was virtually unheard of vice-versa.“I sure am, aren’t I?” Kendra said, her left hand traveling to Rose’s throat, caressing it.Rose giggled, still peering up at Kendra, just as her son had earlier.Ethan reached down, under the table, and slipped his hand beneath his sweatpants. He began stroking himself, the amount of pre-cum criminally copious. He shuddered, and Kendra glimpsed him, taking her eyes off Rose. It was no mystery what he was doing, and the sudden realization livened Kendra even more.“Speaking of work,” Kendra said. Ethan locked eyes with her a chill ran down his spine; it was equally arousing and anxiety-inducing. He stopped stroking, but his hand remained buried. “I’ve got a ton to do before the morning.”Ethan gulped.“I have a bit myself,” Rose admitted. In reality actually telling the truth.“Well, as always, thanks for supper, sis,” Kendra said, and stooped to kiss Rose on the temple. Her gaze swept up to Ethan, across the table. “And for the company, and kindness, Ethan.”Ethan stammered out “Always,” followed by a weaker articulation of “Auntie.”She smiled, almost deviously, which wasn’t entirely lost on him, and then stood up, turned, and strutted away, until she vanished down the hall.Ethan barely realized he had been ogling her the whole way, until his mom appeared to his right, minutely startling him.“I, I’m sorry, Mommy, I, I didn’t mean to stare, I just—”“Shh, sweetie, you’re so polite. Are you all done?” She reached for his plate. He nodded, and thanked her. “Always welcome, honey.”“Can I help clean up?”“I appreciate it, but no, Mommy’s got it.”“But…you said you have work to do. You’ve already…done so much.”“Aww, thank you, hon. It’s quite fine, though. Go enjoy yourself, being out of school.”She turned, hands full with dishes, and Ethan impulsively sprang to his feet. He reached out, to grab her arm. She wasn’t fully turned, though, and instead his hand seized her left breast, from the side. The suppleness of it, even under the fabric, and its size in his palm and fingers, kept them in place. Enrapt, even if frozen in disbelief.“Sweetie?” She asked, concernedly. Not angrily.“I…I am enjoying myself, Mommy. I always am, more than any other time, w-with you.”“Aww, Ethan. My baby boy. You make Mommy’s heart smile.”He stepped closer, his sweatpants concealing the stubbornness of his erection more than shorts might, but even still the protrusion was obvious. No matter how comparably small he was. Moreover, when he stepped forward, his other hand rose to the occasion—squeezing her right breast, too. His thumbs graced the exposed skin behind the crossing white strings.Impossibly soft.“I love your shirt, too, M-Mommy,” he said, his voice barely more than a wisp of smoke.“You do? I’m so glad, sweetie.”Reality caught up to him, despite Rose’s casually tacit consent, and he was suddenly both afraid and embarrassed at the same time. He retreated, stuttering out “sorry, I gotta go” in a sputtering breath.Rose began to say that it was okay, no need to apologize, but alas, he had already scampered away. The poor boy nearly slipped and fell as he veered around the corner and down the hall in his socks.She sighed, but managed a smile of relief. Despite his nervousness, Ethan had proven Kendra’s strategy a success in more ways than one. The first stage, anyway.
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Kendra expected to have to find her sister, be it in her room or office, for stage two. Nearly three hours after dinner, instead, Kendra exited the bathroom and bumped into Rose in the hall. They lowered their voices to talk, a mere ten feet from Ethan’s closed door.“I was just looking for you,” Rose said, a pleasant surprise to Kendra’s ears. That wasn’t all, either. Rose had changed, unlike Kendra.
“And now I’m looking at you, little sis.” Kendra’s strong left hand squeezed Rose’s right breast, the near-sheer white tank top she wore so snugly acting as a minimal barrier. Rose’s underlying nipple even tickled her palm.Rose gasped quietly and giggled unevenly.“You think it’s nice? Will Ethan like it?”“You’re smarter than you look, Rose,” Kendra shook her head. A pause. “Of course he will. You’ll make him drool.”“Oh, stop it,” Rose giggled.Kendra’s gaze fell down the height of her sister’s body. Slender, yet wide-hipped and full-bosomed. Below the cropped tank were a pair of gray booty shorts, which, when Kendra clutched Rose’s waist and looked over her left shoulder, she saw they were true to name. Rose’s snowy white cheeks were almost completely exposed.“Now listen, sis,” Kendra said, still whispering. “I’m not changing, so this is fabulous. I’ll be doing most of the talking, until you feel comfortable stepping in, and filling in any blanks. Remember our purpose here, and that the more comfortable he feels looking at—and touching—us at home, the more he’ll feel relieved at school.”Rose gulped and nodded.“You’ve got this. Just follow my lead.” Kendra walked past her, and knocked on Ethan’s door. Three seconds passed before he called “come in.” Kendra looked back at Rose, nodded, and then opened the door.Ethan was already in bed, but had been planning to rub one out before he called it a night. His light was dimmed, and his covers veiling his naked lower half. He sat up, pillow vertically elevated between his back and the wall, to watch his mom and aunt enter. The latter first, less “strutty” than earlier, but still in the same jaw-dropping attire. Then his mom, emerging from behind her in a nearly all-white loungewear ensemble that made his balls tingle. His hands clenched the comforter he held around his waist even tighter.Rose’s hair tied up into a bun behind her head liberated her neck, shoulders, and chest even more than before. Had her son’s light been turned all the way up, the borderline transparency of her top would’ve been unavoidable.“All ready for bed, darlin’?” Kendra asked, parking herself on the edge of Ethan’s bed, her right cheek and thigh anyway. Her left hung off, and her foot supported her weight on the floor. Her right hand went to touch the bed, but instead made contact with Ethan’s left leg, at the knee. He twitched, and she apologized.“God, you have nothing to be sorry for, Auntie,” Ethan muttered, lips barely moving, and immediately he blushed, regretting letting that slip.Kendra chuckled. “How adorable. Well, your Mommy and I wanted to say goodnight.”Rose approached, to Ethan’s right. She sat on the corner of his bed, next to his elevated pillow. Their shoulders touched, and his gaze fell to her breasts, then her entirely exposed creamy thighs when she crossed her legs. Quickly thereafter, his eyes lifted—and made reluctant contact with Kendra.“I hope you had a nice evening, sweetie,” Rose said, hands in her lap.Ethan struggled not to look up at her, fully knowing he may not be able to ignore the proximity and visibility of her nipples. So, he continued to stare at Kendra, who also seemed like she was seeing right through his façade.“Are you ignoring Mommy, baby?” Rose pouted, her right hand lifting to touch his left cheek, and picking his gaze up.Suddenly Ethan’s left hand crossed his own body to squeeze Rose’s right breast, the nipple from her left brushing his forearm.“I could never ignore my Mommy!” He sputtered in a frail whimper, his gaze locked onto his mom’s. And then his eyes fell to his hand, and he gasped, withdrawing it. Clutching at his wrist as if his hands were possessed. “I…I’m so sorry!”“No, darlin’,” Kendra insisted, scooting closer. “Listen to me. You don’t need to be sorry. Or worry.”“W-What?”“Listen to your Auntie, sweetie,” Rose said, touching his hand, the one that had groped her.They could hear him gulp. He couldn’t; his heart was racing too fast.“We know. Rose has told me about how distracted you’ve become in class. And we simply won’t have it…you ogling other students, and likely imagining touching them.” Kendra tutted, and shook her head, as Ethan began to sweat and visible tremble. “Try to relax, darlin’. You aren’t in trouble. We’re here to tell you that it’s okay; but only if you give that attention to where it’s due. Where it belongs.”“Where it can be appreciated, and nourished,” Rose said, her voice gentle as ever.“I…I don’t understand,” Ethan said, brow furrowing. Deep down, though, he did. His anxiety began to dissipate; very, very slowly.“Like your Mommy toasted at dinner,” Kendra said. “To family, and the love that binds us, for it is…what was the word, sis?”“Unshakable,” Rose said.“Yes,” Kendra smiled, sincerely. Her eyes returning to Ethan. “Unshakable. Resolute. Constant.”“You mean I can…stare at you? And…And touch you?”“Not only may you, but we encourage it. As long as you don’t waste any of that attention on your fellow students. Or anyone else, for that matter. Family should always come first, dear. Favor family, favor us, as we favor you above anyone else.”Ethan felt nauseous with disbelief.“Try to sleep on it, darlin’. By morning, you’ll realize that we’ve said resonates with your heart. And any questions you may have, any uncertainties, Mommy or Auntie can solve them for you.”Ethan gulped. He looked up at his mother. “Mommy?” He squeaked.“Yes, baby?” She stroked his face.“Am I dreaming?”“Aww,” she began, and then shared a lighthearted giggle with Kendra. Rose shook her head, Eskimo-kissed Ethan, and then planted a moist one on his lips. “No, sweetheart. We really do love you unshakably.”Suddenly Ethan’s left hand returned to his mom’s breast, squeezing it more fervently than before. He then curled toward her, his naked lower body remaining under the covers, but his face nuzzled her left breast.“So cute,” Kendra smirked, and then stood up. Ethan watched her leave, words on the precipice of his lips, but the courage to speak them never cohering.“So very cute,” Rose whispered, and kissed the top of his head again. “Auntie is right. You should sleep on it, sweetie. In the morning, you’ll feel much better, and school won’t be such a burden anymore.”She didn’t want to leave him, cherishing this vulnerability he was exuding, and grateful for Kendra’s strategy, but wanted to adhere to her stages. So she stood up, his hand sliding off her breast, and turned to leave. He had never ogled his mom’s butt the way he did in that moment, astounded at its fullness, almost in the nude.She blew him a kiss from the ajar door, and then shut it behind her.Ethan shuddered several more times before clutching the top of his comforter, and sliding beneath it, like something melting. Despite how hard he was, and sore his balls had grown, the experience had left him about as exhausted as excited. The anxiety, despite his greatest fantasies proven themselves real, still persisted.And the best remedy was sleep.
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Rose found it a bit difficult to fall asleep. Leaving her baby boy like that. She trusted Kendra’s plan, but part of her heart felt like they had just tortured him for a few hours, after yet another stressful school day, and then left him upon making a speech about love and family. There was something wrong about that, and now Rose tossed and turned to set her mind at ease.
She had changed into a pastel green top, the ribbed cotton soft and thinner than it had seemed on the hangar at the store. She was grateful she had gotten it a few months ago, it was wonderfully comfortable, even if a bit snug, conforming to her breasts and forbidding the space for a bra. She rarely wore them to bed, anyway.The dark green G-string she wore below met her conditions for comfort in bed. No socks, of course, that would be cruel and unusual. To her knowledge, Kendra slept in the nude more often than not. She had been meaning to try this, but occasionally over the years, less so anymore, Ethan would come into her room at night whining about a nightmare or the inability to sleep.Whining, as in, literally. Rose didn’t perceive it derogatorily. She had no issue hearing his troubles, as long as it was within her power to help him. So she’d welcome him in bed, and they would snuggle until sleep found him. He always felt safe with her.Now, of course, she had since realized he’s aged out of that behavior. Still, unlike Kendra, she kept her door unlocked and even an inch or two ajar.Tonight was no different, though her anxiety had led her to keep the covers kicked back, down to her groin. She was hotter than usual, as she tried to process her thoughts, vacate her heart, and get some Z’s before morning.Rose usually went to bed under a gentle glow of warm lamplight by her bed. Shortly after falling asleep, she’d wake with just enough wherewithal to turn it off and be re-embraced by sleep’s firm hold. Only now, she was wondering if that was serving as part of the problem. Temporarily, she covered her closed eyes with a raised forearm, and tried to once more clear her mind.She didn’t hear the door open, as the hinges didn’t creak the slightest. Nor did she hear the light footsteps, or feel the presence of someone else in the room—until her body detected the mattress shift. She peered up from under her arm, by which point Ethan had raised her other hand, gripping both wrists and straddling her torso. His bare thighs rode her ribs, his exposed erection swinging left and right as he shifted his hips. Ethan was maybe five inches hard, but its length had nothing to do with its tumescence. She felt it bob between her breasts, leaking pre-cum and slinging it horizontally across her shirt.“Sweetheart!” She finally gasped, looking up at him from under the peak of the triangle that her raised arms formed. Despite her gasp and exclamation, there was neither anger nor resentment in her eyes.“Is it, Mommy?” He panted. “Is it really unshakable?”“My love?”“Is it, Mommy!?” He demanded, and commenced a riding motion, as if he was her jockey. This made her breasts jiggle and bounce in the snug green top.“Yes, sweetie! I love you no matter what!”“I couldn’t wait ‘til morning! I couldn’t sleep knowing that it’s okay to touch my beautiful Mommy!”“Honey, you can touch me. Auntie and I are family. Focus on us, and we’ll do the same.”“I’ve never wanted to focus on anyone but you two!” Ethan, panting and blushing and sweating, finally withdrew. He removed his hand from her left wrist, but kept her right one pinned above her head. He subconsciously knew he wasn’t pressing hard enough to hurt her. Kneeling on her bed under her right armpit, his balls pressed into the side of her breast, cock bobbing on top of it. She could feel his warm pre-cum seep through the fabric and pool around her nipple.“Never stop, sweetheart,” Rose said. “Look at Mommy. Look anywhere you want. Touch anywhere you want. I belong to my baby boy. Nobody else. Favor family, above all else. And—”Ethan shuddered and felt his balls squeeze dry. Cum shot out of his cock with a momentous blast, diagonally arcing over her chest, and the lower half of her face, as she, too, gasped. Most of the cum missed her hair and body, but a few globs landed on her left shoulder, and the last few drops oozed out onto her top.“Sweetie, is my baby boy okay?” Rose asked, her voice tender and full of concern.Ethan pumped his hips two more times, and then released her wrist. His hands fell to her breast, squeezing it against his softening genitals.“Can you ever forgive your son?” He panted.“Forgiveness is for enemies. You will never be mine, darling.” Her right hand traveled to his face, caressing it. He kissed her knuckles, and then a digit found his mouth, and he sucked on her thumb for several seconds. His eyelids felt heavy, and he practically melted onto the bed beside her.Rose’s insomnia had never been remedied better.
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No alarms jarred Ethan Hart from sleep, even though it was a school morning. Instead, some gentle shakes reminded him that real life was suddenly much better than dreamland. He woke groggily, yawning and stretching, realizing that he was still in his mom’s bed, half-naked and under the covers.Then, not anymore.Rose flung them off him, and for a moment he was chilly. This passed. He rolled from his back to his right side, facing her. Almost startled by her closeness, and the intimate warmth on her expression.“Good morning, cutie,” she smiled softly. Elbow and hand propping her head up, long dark brown hair a mess on the pillow she ought to be using. Her right hand rested on her son’s clothed chest.
His eyes fell from her tender gaze to the copious cleavage staring back at him. She wore a navy bra, and on her side gravity blessed her breasts.“I…I’m staring again, Mommy.”She giggled. “You sure are, sweetie. May I ask you something?”“Anything,” he murmured.“Now that you know you can touch Mommy, can…can Mommy touch you?”His brow furrowed. His eyes returning to hers.“I mean, of course you can. But you always touch me. I don’t—”“Not just like that, silly. Like this…”He felt her left hand teleport from his chest to his cock, and she held it snugly in her palm. It throbbed against the softness, and then she massaged his pre-cum under his shaft before pumping.Ethan gasped. “M-Mommy!”“We have to get ready for school, Ethan. Auntie left early. It’s a lot to handle, being the boss of a whole building.”“She can handle it, she’s so strong!” He gasped, and his left hand shot to her breast, trying to fondle it outside the bra. He wasn’t having as much fun as he had when she wore the green top.“Am I strong, too, sweetie?”“M-More than you look! Y-You really are Auntie’s s-sister!”Rose giggled. “Will you be a good boy for Mommy? You have to understand something moving forward.”“Yes,” he moaned.“After first period, and seventh, you can stay behind to touch Mommy. And let Mommy touch you. On lunch, too, unless you visit Auntie’s office. Maybe we’ll arrange a family lunch in her office one of these days. But…”She gently squeezed his balls with her pre-cummy hand, his cock still hard but now merely resting, and pulsing, on top of her knuckles.He whimpered and scooted closer to her, their noses brushing briefly before he sloppily kissed her lips. Then she continued, smiling.“But during class, honey, you pay attention. As much as you can. If you ogle anyone, ogle Mommy. This may seem torturous, but it will be beneficial. After these classes, your relief will be so much grander.”She hoped she had gotten everything right, as Kendra had told her in private before she left this morning.“These are lessons in nepotism, sweetie. You know what that word means?”He shook his head.“Favoritism toward family.”“You and Auntie are m-my priorities f-from now on, Mommy.”“Oh, sweetie. My smart boy. Mommy’s fast learner and absolute cutie-pie.”He whimpered and scooted toward her, Rose’s hand slipping free. His left hand gathered a sizable grasp on her butt, clad in a mere thong, and squeezed it as he pushed his cock between her thighs. His face nuzzled her upper chest, his tongue squirming toward her cleavage. He breathed her natural scent, bathed in it.She kissed the top of his head, and then reached back, behind and below her butt. Her already slick hand found his buried glans, between her thighs, as it didn’t reach the other side. She stroked the sensitive spot beneath it, and felt her son’s cock prominently throb before—and during—his orgasm. Ethan whimpered “Mommy” as his fingertips dug into her supple butt meat, his pelvis thrusting and his cock spewing dense cum between her thighs.Even the drool she detected between her breasts was something that Rose relished.“My generous sweetheart.” Her whisper was punctuated by ten seconds of serenity. Then she slowly began to scoot away. “Time a minute, Ethan, but no longer. Get cleaned up, use the bathroom, and grab a yogurt cup. We’re out the door in fifteen.”She retreated, her exit from the room on light heels.Ethan’s eyes rolled, pleasantly, as he processed what had just transpired, the words exchanged, and her last statements. What followed was compliance, and the gradual pep in his own step.
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Ethan had damn near forgotten about what his mom and aunt had more-than insinuated the previous night about altering their wardrobes for comfort—at school. When he met Rose by the door, a yogurt cup in his hand and the top already peeled off, plastic spoon thrust into the strawberry cream contents, the memory returned. Viscerally.He sized her up, taking advantage of the newfound freedom—the open invitation—to ogle her.Head to toe, he did.
She wore a snug white blouse, the “neckline” plunging to expose remarkable cleavage, only two of five well-spaced-apart buttons fastened, below her breasts. There was even a glimpse of midriff between her top and the fitted burgundy skirt she wore. Though high-waisted, it ended an inch above her knees, and he was already imagining how much shorter it became when she sat down.“For comfort, remember?” Rose giggled, and beckoned him out the door.She locked up behind them, and he nearly fell off the stoop as he rubber-necked his own Mommy. A passing neighbor jogging with his dog performed the same, nearly running into the mailbox simultaneously. Rose merely waved at him, then puckered her lips, audibly, at her son.He backpedaled across the lawn, toward the driveway. Kendra’s Tahoe was gone, but Rose’s Camry remained. Ethan watched with delight and awe as Rose traipsed down the stoop, her breasts jiggling beautifully, and her smile brighter than ever. Backpack over bother shoulders, one hand carrying the yogurt cup, and mesh shorts already a bit snug over boxers and a resurrected boner, Ethan still managed to open her door for her.Rose thanked him with a forehead kiss before ducking in. Lest he drop his yogurt all over the driveway, and possibly her car, Ethan resisted reaching out to squeeze one of her breasts.Instead, he leaned into the car, and overtly buried his face into her cleavage. Rose giggled out a “sweetie” and even stroked his head a few times as if petting a puppy, then he withdrew, a bridge of saliva breaking between one breast and his bottom lip.“Mommy, I, I don’t think I can do this. Teasing at home is one thing, but in class…”“Be strong, baby. Mommy will take care of you after first, on lunch, and after seventh. Okie dokie?”He gulped, nodded, and scampered around the front of the Camry, hunched over, before ducking into the passenger seat. He nearly drooled at the sight of her legs when she was sitting, the skirt scooted up her thighs a bit.“Seatbelt, honey,” she said, and reached over the center console to get it for him. He set his yogurt cup on the dash and was all-hands as she secured his seatbelt. Groping her breasts so avidly he nearly tugged them out of her shirt. Or the matte white bra she apparently wore beneath it, which was fortunately more malleable than the navy one she had on earlier.He even got to kiss her right cheek, and the spot below her ear, as she secured his seatbelt. He would have liked to “help her” with her own, but alas, she did it quickly. And although the chest strap rested across her breasts, it didn’t plunge between them as he wished.Backing out of the driveway, his yogurt cup slid off the dash—and right into his hands. Rose shared a relieved laugh with her son, then he began eating, as his stomach made noises.Once at school, some eight minutes later, Rose parked at the curb and glanced at the dashboard clock.“Ten ‘til first period. We’re running late, sweetie. I tell you what. Come late, no more than five minutes. This will give you a bit of a break, and give Mommy more reason to hold you after class for a ‘talk.’ But I gotta run. Okay?”“Thanks, Mommy,” he said, keeping his voice low.She blew him a kiss, and drove off, hunting down a spot in the faculty lot behind the school.They plan played out, although as she marched through the halls, her breasts bouncing up a storm, she could feel a myriad of eyes on her, both male and female students, both male and female faculty. She wondered how long she, or her sister, could “dress down” before complaints were filed.For her baby boy, it was worth the risk.She entered her classroom for first period Math, literal seconds before the bell rang. She apologized to the class, not looking up from her shuffling of papers on her desktop until nearly twenty seconds later. All but three seats were filled, two of which belonged to call-outs, according to a text she received from Kendra twenty minutes ago. Which she had only checked upon parking.Paired with this news was the question—
How did it go?
Rose had replied: Very well. Running late.The third empty seat, of course, belonged to her son. She cleared her voice and proceeded with class, directing everyone to open their textbooks, composition notebooks, and prepare calculators.“Before we get to the quiz,” she said, and was interrupted by the door opening. Ethan crept in, seemingly hiding his face in shame from Rose, apologizing as he beelined to his desk.Rose stood akimbo, shaking her head. “After class, mister. Now, open your textbook, and get out a calculator.”He sighed and nodded, complying. Rose wasn’t a splendid actress; she let a tiny smirk slide, but imagined most of the boys—and possibly some of the girls—in the class weren’t looking at her face.
Over the next fifty minutes, Ethan ogled his mom for maybe a collective eighteen minutes. Seemed longer, but to be fair, in the past, he might’ve allocated two minutes in an hour, from various glances. Particularly when she was looking down, at something on her desk, or a book in her hands, or up at the board. Today, he often made eye contact, though she did pretty well in avoiding smiling too much or actively reengaging in what Ethan subconsciously called “eye fucking.” Even if that wasn’t her intention.Every time Rose stooped, or instead of sitting behind her desk and looking at something on it, she remained standing, her blouse and breasts drooped, long brown hair cascading down one side of her chest, cleavage in plain view. Occasionally her glasses came down for reading, but were otherwise resting on her head.A few students were called to the front, as per usual in any class, for various chalkboard assignments or mini-presentations. She was kind to him, never calling on Ethan.Mutterings amid students, especially the boys, throughout first period was a little unnerving for Ethan. He was occasionally passed lewd notes that he ripped up or crumpled and tossed into his desk.Finally, the bell rung, the longest hour of his life having passed.Although the female students left in a typical hurry, most of the boys took their sweet time.“Five minutes to next period, chop-chop-chop,” Rose clapped her hands. A bit stricter with students than usual. She had to be relatively nice to many of them that passed her and stole obvious glances at her chest before leaving. One of the kiddos even tried to flirt with her, but she sighed and insisted he run along before she tells his mother.Perhaps not the wisest statement, considering she could very well be told about.At any rate, after everyone else was out of the class, she shut the door, locked it, closed the blinds over the little window, and shuffled over to her son’s desk. She sat on the corner, crossing her legs, and immediately he drooled at her thighs. He reached for them, squeezing one, and muttered “Mommy” while peering up at her.“Was that so bad, sweetie? Waiting for Mommy like a good boy?”“It was horrible. And gross notes were passed around about you.”“Aww, honey. I’m so sorry. Ignore those meanies. I’m proud of my baby boy. Did you learn anything today? Or were you too distracted by Mommy?”“I…I think I might’ve retained some stuff.”She smiled. “That’s a good boy. Well, listen. Five minutes is pushing it, but I can give you three before my next class.”It had never occurred to him the scarce time between classes. Only seventh—English—wouldn’t have that rule.“Where will I finish? I…I can’t make a mess at only second period!”“Hmm, you’re right. My thoughtful boy. I…” Rose calculated the risks, the rewards, her commitment, and her son’s well-being. Not only his health, but his happiness.Then she stood up, tied her hair back, put space between her feet, and eased herself down to her knees. The hard floor wasn’t ideal, but it would work.“What are you—?”“Come here, sweetie.”Ethan got up, and immediately she lowered his shorts, taking his boxers with them. His boner sprang free, and she drew her tongue from his balls to the tip of his cock, savoring the brininess of his copious pre-cum. Ethan shuddered, moaned, and would have uttered something had she not—Deep-throated herself.Rose clutched her son’s thighs and buried his cock inside her mouth, tongue extended to curl under his balls. Her eyes elevated to hold him dearly, and he gasped, his expression warped in unprecedented pleasure. The outer corners of her eyes began to water, after about ten seconds. When she went to withdraw, she got almost all the way before Ethan grabbed her head and pulled it back toward him.“Mommy!” He gasped, making his cock throb deliberately inside her warm, wet mouth. Her tongue repeatedly leapt against it from below, and her brow furrowed, Rose’s eyes watering more. All the while struggling to sustain eye contact with her son. Through his teeth, he said, his hands still holding her head: “An hour of staring at your boobies and your fat butt at different angles, but now all I wanna do is fuck my Mommy’s beautiful…face!”As soon as he sputtered out “face,” Ethan came.Rose’s eyes rolled back and her throat spasmed. She breathed through her nose but her body bucked, Ethan’s hands still anchoring her head against him. She swallowed his load, every…last…drop.At long last, Ethan let go of her head, and stumbled back. Cum and saliva drooped between her bottom lip and the head of his softening cock. He watched her gasp and pull it all into her mouth as if April O’Neil trying to impress the Ninja Turtles by devouring an especially cheesy pizza.Ethan wanted to walk back up to her and slather his cock all over her gorgeous, distorted face, but knew that would defeat the purpose of what she just did.Knocks arrived outside her classroom door. Rose gulped, swallowing audibly, several times, and stood up, wobbling briefly. He held her waist, asking if she was okay.“I’m terrific, sweetie, I mean it. Please, hurry, pull your shorts up. Go rinse off, um, dab some TP in the sink and get in a stall. It’s okay if you’re late to second period, I’ll give you a note.”He watched her turn and head for her desk. She sniffled and wiped her face with her knuckles before jotting down an excusal note for him.“Go now, baby. Mommy loves you.”“I love you more,” he muttered, redressed and at the door.Rose licked her lips, almost dramatically, but to an effect. Then she wiped her mouth and chin, checked her body, and buttoned up.“That’s sweet, Ethan, but Mommy loves you the most.” She puckered her lips, winked, and he unlocked the door, leaving amid a throng of students pushing around him to enter.As Ethan proceeded to the nearest restroom, not needing to visit his locker as he towed his backpack with him—true to the nerd status he belonged—he read her note.
Please excuse Ethan, I held him for being late to 1st.
Signed, legibly, Ms. Hart.Ethan smiled, and continued to do as she had instructed.
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The next three periods passed like molasses. On the upside, his teacher for second period accepted his note, though the man wasn’t thrilled about it. He likely suspected some form of nepotism going on already, just not nearly the caliber at which the Harts were actually involved.Between fourth period and the school-wide hour-long lunch break, Rose had texted Kendra asking if they could meet in the principal’s office as discussed last night. Although Kendra meant to hold that out for Ethan should he prove a good boy and raise his grades as time passed with these “new lessons” in play—she couldn’t resist.Besides, Kendra really wanted to know how it went with her and Ethan after first. All she knew, according to a text from her sister after second period, was: It went great, but rushed. Lunch and after 7th will be better.So, Kendra invited Rose to her office for break, telling her in a text that she sent her assistant out for a Dunkin run. Barb was actually relieved, as any escape from the school was something to cherish during class hours.First, Rose had to reconnect with Ethan, which she did in the first few minutes of lunch. Unlike in the past, he reached her classroom pronto. They hugged behind the closed door, and she tried to get his attention, but—Ethan, wearing his backpack but hands-free, clutched the sides of her buttoned-up white blouse, and yanked. Two of the three already strained buttons popped off, skittering across the floor. In the heat of the moment, Ethan didn’t even notice. He merely gasped and gawked at her full, almost overflowing cleavage.“Boobies!” He exclaimed under his breath, and fondled them outside the soft white fabric, squeezing and mushing them. He peered up at Rose, who was happy but a bit taken aback by her son’s fervor. “I love your boobies, Mommy! Your big, fat, creamy jugs!”He then licked the crevice between them, interrupting Rose’s attempt to speak, and she giggled.“Sweetie, hold on. Ethan, baby, look at Mommy. Listen.”He finally heeded her, looking up.“I love you so much, and you’re almost too adorable to even interrupt, but I have good news.”“I do, too. I’m yours and you’re all mine, Mommy!” He resumed licking, kissing, and groping her breasts.Rose realized that it was within reason for him to be so worked-up, after being away from her for three periods, looking forward to lunch break more than ever before. Still…She reached down, and fondled the head of his cock, tenting his shorts. Ethan gasped and flinched. His forehead oppressed against her salivated breasts and he moaned shrilly. His hands descending to squeeze her butt outside the skirt.“Oh, honey. Please listen to Mommy.”He slowly looked up at her, brow furrowed. “Am I in trouble?”“Absolutely not, sweetheart. But really, I have good news. It’s a sentence that most kids would consider a punishment.”He was puzzled.“An invitation to the principal’s office.”His eyes widened. “Auntie!”Rose’s face lit up with a big grin. “Yes, sweetie! How about that lunch, the three of us? She sent her assistant away, but time’s ticking.”“I’m sorry, I was distracted…obsessed with…your big, beautiful, soft boobies.”Rose giggled. “It’s quite alright, darling. Let’s go, okay? You first, though. I have to fetch my lunch from the faculty fridge, and hopefully fend off people from flirting with me. Students or teachers, for that matter.”“It’s funny,” he actually snickered, at last in control of his mind-over-matter, conquering his erection en route to the door. “You tease them unintentionally, yet you deliberately tease me.”“I’ll never have eyes, or my heart, for any boy but you, sweetie,” she said, and he believed every word. Which was due—because she meant every syllable.As told, Ethan went ahead of her. He reached the principal’s office on the first floor, past the lobby, without much incident. Only bumping into two people en route. One was the history teacher, a married man in his fifties, asking if his mom was okay, as she “seems odd today.” Ethan told him that she’s in perfect health, just very busy. He said “right” and zoned out, nodding, as Ethan continued. The other person he bumped into was technically two, a pair of close friends, both girls. One was relatively cute, the other heavier-set and far from it. They were both equally annoyed by Rose’s attire today, calling her “an attention whore” before walking away. The chubby one shoulder-checked Ethan as they passed.“You’re just jealous because you could never get the attention she does,” Ethan spat back, surprising even himself of his swiftness and cleverness.The girls scoffed, but their belated retorts were lost on him, as he had already turned the corner.Kendra said “who is it?” when he knocked on her door. He announced himself, and she happily invited him in. Ethan entered, and from behind her desk, already eating a prepared salad in a Tupperware container, Kendra stood up. She motioned, speaking now with a mouthful. Again.“Shut the door, dear. Lock it, too.”“Oh, um, okay, but Mommy’s on her way.”“Wonderful. Lock it anyway, and come to Auntie.” She finished chewing, swallowed, turned and set the container down on her desk. She wiped her fingers on a tissue and faced her nephew.Having locked the door behind him, Ethan now ogled his aunt the way a cartoon coyote might. He wondered if she had marched through the halls yet today, and what number—or sort—of heads would have turned. More than his mom, he suspected. Sure, Rose’s body was supreme, but Kendra was a touch taller, bigger-boned without being masculine, and had a more robust backside.
“I’ve missed you, Auntie,” he confessed. Sizing her up, overtly, as he approached. He shrugged off his backpack without missing a hitch. “God, you look incredible.”“Always the sweetheart.” Kendra smiled. She sat on the front edge of her desk, her butt indenting to accompany it, and her already short dress revealed even more.The fitted navy piece was better suited for a night at a fancy restaurant, and with a date, not among hundreds of kids, and likely sex-starved male teachers, and prudish women. The cleavage cutout was already grounds for some jealous sixth-graders to call Kendra an attention whore, and there was something about his aunt’s demeanor, even just her face, that made the “whore” word truly feel at home.“Has Mommy told you? What I did to her…after first period?”“No, but she said it went well. And that this morning did, too.”“She’s made me so happy, Auntie.” He arrived before her, and his clothed erection rode up her lowest knee. His right hand tentatively squeezed her butt, fingertips pinching against the skintight navy fabric. His gaze studied her cleavage, and suspected she might not be wearing a bra, how snugly her breasts seemed stuffed into the dress. And how seamless, save for the treasured center crevice, her cleavage was.“I bet she has. She’s a beautiful woman, your Mommy.”“And Auntie.” Ethan’s head lulled forward. He nuzzled her breasts before rising on his tiptoes to bury his nose and mouth between her partially exposed breasts. They weren’t as silky as his mom’s but their softness wasn’t to be undervalued.“Oh, honey.” Kendra snickered, and gave his head a nice petting.Suddenly Ethan’s face lifted, and his expression was warped with guilt.“I fucked it, Auntie,” he said. “I fucked Mommy’s pretty face! And nutted in her tummy!”Kendra’s eyes widened, but then narrowed, and she chuckled.“Well, then. I know my sister, and she seems delighted that you’ve given her such generous attention.”“I stared at her for half the class! She has such big, fat boobies, Auntie! I want to fuck them so bad! Does that make me a bad boy?”“Not at all, darlin’. As long as you only give me…and my sister…that kind of attention. It’s all we want, and it’s all you’ll ever need.”“Last night at dinner I wanted to cum on your face, Auntie!” He blurted, so loud that Kendra flinched, and then giggled, subconsciously grateful she had sent Barb on an errand.“Is that so?” Kendra raised an eyebrow, petting his face. “I appreciate the honesty, my dear. And the thought, of such…generosity.”“God, just look at you!” His hands up to her breasts, squeezing them from the outside, and pushing them even more together. He glared at them. She could feel the moisture and warmth on her thigh, from his accumulating pre-cum under the thin material that his shorts were made of.“They aren’t as natural, or big, as your Mommy’s, but—”“But I still wuv ‘em!” Ethan whimpered, gnawed his bottom lip, and then yanked both of her breasts out of her dress.Kendra gasped, cupping the back of his head but neither pushing him away nor withdrawing herself.“Sweetie!”
“Fuck, Auntie!” He moaned, and locked his mouth around a nipple. As he sucked on it, avidly, Kendra’s brow furrowed and her lips puckered. She wasn’t expecting it to feel this good. She had never been a mother, but—and Ethan likely didn’t remember—she helped Rose wean him off her breastmilk by substituting, despite not lactating.That was a decade ago.“Darlin’, have you missed Auntie so much?”He said “more than you know,” his voice muffled by her breast.“I’ve missed you, too, my dear boy. Your Mommy is a lucky lady.”A knock on her office door. It startled her, but to her surprise, not Ethan. He was…too preoccupied.“Uh, who is it?”“Ms. Hart!” Rose replied.Kendra smirked. “I’ve gotta get the door, hon,” she whispered to Ethan, and he withdrew, licking his lips. Kendra scooted off the edge of the desk, strode past him, and yipped when he slapped her butt. She half-turned, waving a finger at him, but smiling.He followed her, and when she opened the door, with her salivated breasts out of the dress, Rose gasped. Kendra peered around her, seeing nobody, and then yanked on her arm, pulling her into the office. She shut and locked the door, as Rose looked down at her son.“Auntie’s boobies aren’t as pretty as yours, but they’re yummy,” he said. Zero qualms anymore. The cat was out of the bag, per se, and Ethan’s snakes were all out of the bag.Literally, in a moment.“Well, sweetie, I’m happy you like them,” Rose said, surprised but delighted they were getting along so well, and so fast.“He just pulled them out, sis,” Kendra said, shrugging. “And told me how nice your time together was, after math class.”“My love plus Mommy’s face equals a ton of cum!” Ethan said, his joy building and erupting at the end.“Can you believe this is the same shy boy from yesterday?” Kendra chuckled.“Or the weeks before?”“Am I being annoying? Or, or clingy?” He immediately pouted.“Not at all, silly. We’re just surprised, but delighted.” Rose was bent over, hands on her knees, to be perfectly nose-to-nose with him.He cupped her face, and could smell Listerine on her lips. He kissed them, and then licked her dimple to dimple when she smiled. Kendra strode around to her left, took the brown lunch bag from her hand, and with her own right palm, slapped her sister’s protruding butt. The red cotton skirt made it a wallop instead of a smack, but it nonetheless produced a gasp from Rose.“Love the skirt, sis,” Kendra said, smirking. She turned and strutted back toward her desk, setting the lunch bag down. She picked up her salad again, and resumed eating it—all while her breasts hang out.“You look nice, too,” Rose said.“I know you’re hungry, Mommy, but I can’t wait any longer for this!” Ethan dropped his shorts, and boxers. His cock sprang free. She began to stand but he put his hand on her back and applied pressure. “No, stay! I need this, Mommy. If I have to survive another class with your jugs bouncing around and damn near hanging out, without getting to give them the attention they deserve, I’m gonna go nuts!”“Oh, honey. I’m so sorry.”Kendra approached, finishing her salad. “Can I help, darlin’?”“Are you jealous of Mommy? Swallowing my love?”Kendra smirked, and shrugged. “I’d sure appreciate the affection, sweetheart.”“Set the salad down, Auntie. I don’t even know why you’re eating salad, you’re in perfect shape. If anything, those buns of steel could be fatter.”Kendra’s eyes widened, and she blinked rapidly. A smile stretched across her face. She was realizing that cock-teasing her nephew all last night, and then making him wait until lunch to see her, let alone three periods since he last saw his mom, was a bit jarring. On the plus side, her stages had fallen together nicely, and effectively. His attention was strictly on them now, and it was their job to ensure this didn’t wane, moving forward.“I appreciate that, dear. And I suppose that’s a good thing? Having a fat butt?”“Duh!”Kendra snickered, and set the Tupperware down, its contents already vanquished, anyway. Stooping, Kendra paused, realizing she was at equal level with her sister. She cupped Rose’s chin, and kissed her cheek. Then her lips, and they shared small smiles.Ethan gasped, held both of their heads, and thrusted forward, rising onto the balls of his feet. His cock slid between the corners of their mouths, and he pressed their faces together, Kendra’s right cheek to Rose’s left. His cock between. There, he thrusted repeatedly, pre-cum smearing their cheeks. Their eyes lifted up at him, as he panted and moaned.“Fuck, you’re both s-so pretty, s-so f-fucking beautiful, I…I m-might not even get to…”Kendra leaned farther toward Rose, nudging her out of the way, and felt her right cheek distend as her nephew’s boner filled it from the inside. Ethan gasped, watching his aunt’s gorgeous dolled-up face distend ever so slightly. He wasn’t big enough to make much difference, but the little that he did was a thrill to witness.“Oh my god, Auntie! Y-You really are an attention whore!” He then held her head and began thrusting rapidly.Kendra mustered a distorted smile around his cock. Still stooping, Rose teetered closer, puckered her lips, and consequently kissed her sister’s cheek every time Ethan fucked it.Finally he twisted his hips and popped his cock free from her cheek.“Now be a good principal and hold your sister’s udders!” Ethan leaned forward and slapped Kendra’s protruding, wide-hipped butt.
She yelped, laughed, and then reached under Rose to squeeze her sister’s drooping, barely contained breasts. Ethan squatted and trotted to the other side of his mom, grabbed her narrow waist, and began thrusting upward, into her suspended cleavage. Kendra’s strong clutches made it even more pleasant, even snugger.“Oh my fuck, Mommy! Your boobies are g-gonna m-milk my balls!”“You hear that, little sister? The cow goes moo.”Rose giggled, mooed at Kendra, who then kissed the top of her head, and looked over at her nephew. There was both a lust in his eyes and a tenderness that she had never witnessed before. It filled her with her own thirst for more.“Auntie, I…I’m gonna n-n-nut so f-fucking hard, I…I can’t…”“I don’t care if you want to cum right in my eye, just give me all the attention and affection I crave from my sister’s baby boy.”Ethan was in awe. And, drunk with both lust and power, he withdrew his hips, pushed his mom between the shoulders—she dropped to all fours—stepped over her, pushed Kendra onto her butt, circled her, and straddled her face from behind. It all happened so fast, Kendra inebriated by the reversal of power and her nephew’s fixation on her, after fucking her sister’s creamy cleavage.Kendra opened her mouth, tongue curling down her chin, and felt Ethan’s young hands clutch her arched throat. Then he stepped forward, plunged his five-inch cock into her mouth, as deep as it would go, and he pumped his hips once…twice—As Ethan came into his aunt’s throat, his hands grappled to her exposed breasts, vigorously squeezing them like stress balls. And then slapping them. Pinching her erect nipples. Squeezing, slapping, pinching—as he dumped an enormous load into her esophagus.Rose lifted her head, crawled toward her sister, and reached for Kendra’s throat, between her son’s arms. She squeezed it, essentially choking her, but not deliberately.She merely wanted to be closer to Ethan. And his convulsing, erupting cock.Eventually, Ethan stumbled back, Kendra gasping for breath, saliva and excess cum rolling down her inverted face. Some reached her hairline, and then she lifted her head, and essentially melted onto her back. Lying supine on the stiff carpet of her office, Kendra felt used.She had never been given so much attention, never been loved so immensely.“Mommy!” Ethan exclaimed under his breath, reaching her. He knelt to be close, hugging her, both arms around her torso and kissing her forehead. “I’m sorry for being rude. F-For pushing you, and defiling your perfect boobs!”“Oh, honey, don’t be. Mommy’s grateful. For every iota of attention you give me, every crumb of love, Mommy is…immeasurably grateful. And your Aunt Kendra…look at her, basking in the humility.”“I…I humiliated her?” Ethan played dumb, while processing the transpired events, and digesting the sincerity in his mom’s voice just then.Rose giggled, shaking her head. “No, sweetheart.”Kendra sat up, coughed, and then swallowed. “Darlin’? Listen to your principal.”Ethan, especially hungry now, turned to face his Aunt. Her face was an absolute mess, which he knew she would have to clean up before leaving the office. Her exposed breasts, too, glistening from his own saliva.“Nothing you’ve done is wrong. And I expect nothing less from you moving forward. As long as you pay attention in class, at least those that aren’t Rose’s. As far as English and Math go, enjoy the sights. Your Mommy and I have some proper nepotism to practice.”“W-What if y’all get in trouble?”“Whatever happens, sweetie,” Rose said. “We’ll always be here for you. So long as you’re there for us.”“I’ll never tire of loving your big, soft boobs,” he admitted, and glanced over at Kendra. “Or your beautiful whore face.”The two sisters smiled, and swore to never stop loving…everything about Ethan Hart.