Mommy's Little Man
Chapter 5: Christmas at Aunt Gina's - Pt 1
The front door burst open and mother and son stepped inside, grateful to be out of the cold. Aunty Gina shut the door behind them and a puff of snowflakes drifted slowly to the floor. All three shook themselves out of their frost-covered coats and pulled off their mitts and boots, leaving their winter skins at the front door.
"It gets wild this time of year!" Aunty Gina exclaimed. "You two could have frozen solid inside that car."
"If we had, it would have been your fault, Gina. Where on Earth were you when I called? You knew we were on our way."
Aunt Gina rubbed her chilled pink hands together and then threw them up defensively. "I blame the manuscript. They're not going to afford me another deadline."
Tommy saw Mommy roll her eyes. "Did the advance on that book help fund that ridiculously huge garage you drove us into? The one you're going to collect fancy European cars in?"
Gina gave her a look. "Come on, Ness, I'm not rolling in cash here. That was an investment: the more parking room, the easier it is to accommodate live-in clients. And besides, a couple's vehicle is a pretty useful context for therapy."
"Yeah, but don't you think --"
"Oh, Tommy my sweet, it's been so long since I've seen you!" Gina suddenly cooed at her nephew, shifting her attention to kill the argument. She pulled off her pink woolen beanie, revealing a mess of short auburn hair with red highlights and square black-rimmed glasses. She pulled Tommy in for a hug. Her hands pressed against his shoulder blades as she held him to her. Even in the winter cold, she had a strong aroma of expensive perfume. Aunty then pulled back, holding Tommy at arm's length to examine him. A sad expression flittered across her features, which confused Tommy.
"What's wrong, Aunt Gina?"
"Oh, I really should have come to visit you, dear. You've changed so much."
In truth, Tommy remembered barely anything about his mother's eccentric sister. Mommy frequently grumbled about "What Gina's been up to" and Tommy knew she flew around the world "talking to people" a lot. Whatever that meant. Other than that, he really didn't know much about her at all. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he was in a stranger's house.
Ever-perceptive, Gina read something in Tommy's expression and brushed snowflakes from his hair in a way that indicated apology. "We'll get to know each other better today," she reassured them both. "Promise." She then flashed him her pristine white teeth, and he swore her tongue flickered over her top lip for a second.
"Yeah, well, when the world needs your help, there's not much you can do to accommodate your family."
"Don't you add to my guilt, Ness," her tone sharpened as she gazed up at Mommy. "You know I've wanted nothing more than to be a part of little Tommy's life."
Mommy crossed her arms over her full chest. "Yeah well, how about we get warm and settled. Tommy and I have had a long day with barely anything to eat."
Gina looked down at Tommy and her face broke into another wide smile. "Hungry?" she took his hand. "I've got loads of awesome stuff just waiting for you in the dining room. Come along with Aunty and she'll stuff you 'til you can't move."
This somewhat reminded Tommy of the witch in Hansel and Gretel, enticing children into her kitchen with promises of cake and candy. But Gina didn't look like a witch. She had Mommy's sharp nose and full lips that smiled like her, and even the cadence in her voice was similar. But there was plenty different about Aunty Gina too: her hair was nothing like Mommy's, whose was black and wavy and came down past her shoulders, and her eyes -- while similarly round and heavy-lashed -- were of a forest green rather than Mommy's earth brown.
As they made their way to the kitchen, Gina whispered something in Mommy's ear, which earned her a thump on the arm that she returned with a laugh.
She hadn't been lying. It was an amazing spread: dozens of wonderful-looking cakes; dishes stacked with cookies; pastries shaped into Christmas ornaments; and tall, frothing tumblers of hot chocolate. There was no way the three of them would finish it all, but it dared them to try.
If this is what Hansel and Gretel were offered, Tommy couldn't blame them for almost getting eaten.
Mother and son sat side-by-side at the table while Aunty put on cheesy Christmas tunes from the '50s. The blizzard beat against the windows, reminding them of the deadly cold outside, but the room was toasty and warm thanks to a roaring fire in the next room. Tommy knew he could get very comfortable in here.
"You've really been sharpening your culinary skills, dear sister," Mommy commented when her sister joined them at the table.
"Hardly. I befriended one of those celebrity chefs up north while on my speaking tour, and she shipped most of this stuff down." Aunty piled a piece of berry and white chocolate cheesecake onto her plate and attacked it with her spoon. "She really is fantastic at what she does."
"Oh," Mommy commented with a slight snarky air. "Well, I can only imagine what this all must have set you back."
Gina threw her spoon down onto the plate with a clatter and huffed. "Ness, I get it. I got lucky; some wealthy people decided they give a shit about what I do for a living and shared it with their friends. It's been a damn hard year because of that, but now I'm obviously doing much better off than I was before. And yes, I know I was doing pretty okay before that too. If you want an apology for my success, you won't get it. And just for the record, all of this was a gift," she added, gesturing to the spread. "Just because I meet lots of people on tour, doesn't mean some of them aren't lovely and don't become my genuine friends."
"Don't swear in front of my boy, sis."
Gina leaned rested her elbow on the table, and gone was the bright, kooky person she had been until then.
Tommy felt bad. Not having any brothers or sisters, he had no concept of sibling rivalry and could only wonder why two people in the same family would argue in such a way. He didn't always get along with his mom, but they loved each other a whole lot, and he never talked to her the way they were speaking to each other.
Gina was leaning on her elbow and kicking a piece of cheesecake with the tip of her spoon, not looking at all like she wanted to finish it. Instead, she grabbed a thick choc-chip cookie and bit into it hard, like it was to blame for her misery.
"But you say 'shit' all the time, Mom," Tommy suddenly retorted after a minute of awkward silence. "You said it twice when we were in the car. And once when we were--"
He was cut off by Aunty's giggling, which grew into raucous laughter. Soon, her face was as red as the highlights in her hair and she had to stop her half-chewed cookie from falling out of her mouth. Mommy threw her son a mortified look and then gazed down at her plate as a blush rose to her cheeks. Eventually, however, the sight of her sweet sister beet-red and struggling to breathe brought on a few subdued chuckles from his mother, and Tommy's heart eased.
Pretty soon, his stomach felt ready to burst. If Aunty Gina wanted to put him in the oven and eat him, he would certainly make a hearty meal.
Eventually, Gina cracked open a bottle of red wine and poured tall glasses for both adults.
"Tommy, honey," she said. "Your mom and I will bore you with our sisterly chit-chat. So why you don't go explore the house?"
"I think there are some rooms in here I would rather he didn't explore."
Gina rolled her eyes. "Unless he's handy with a lock pick, he won't go anywhere he shouldn't. Don't worry, sis, this place is safe." She shooed her nephew away. "Go on, and bring your mom back something interesting."
"Ok." He leapt off the chair and darted away, only to turn back around and say, "Thanks for the food, Aunty Gina." She beamed, white teeth and all. On his way out, he was glad to overhear the tone of their conversation was a lot warmer.
Tommy made his way into the living room first, where he was mesmerized by the roaring fire. On the mantel were an abundance of photos and cards, most of which had the words "Thank You!!!" written on them. He spotted a faded photo frame on the mantle as well of two girls in swimsuits with a boy around their own age in between them. The two girls beamed, and the boy in the middle had his head down and was blushing awkwardly. He recognized those two smiles instantly. Tommy picked up the photo frame and carried it out of the room with him.
His journey eventually led him to a library-study room, with dark wooden shelves of books covering every wall except for a small gap with an oak desk housing a laptop, a few framed photos, and two crude wooden figurines of a man and woman -- each with certain body parts that were highly exaggerated. He placed the photo of the three children on the desk and scanned the shelves.
Nothing really caught his attention. Most of the books had pages made up of nothing but tiny printed writing, and many of them had covers depicting a stern-looking old guy with a silver goatee and a cigar. Tommy eventually came to a section in his Aunt's library with pictures of children and parents. The covers were usually in baby pink and blue, and the families were perpetually happy. He skimmed through a few of these, noticed picture after picture of families playing together, and shelved them.
Finally, there was a section of books with more pictures than words. There were no children in these; only young adults smiling and playing nakedly together. Many had the man lying on top of the woman, but some had it the other way around. In some pictures, Tommy couldn't tell who was doing what to who -- only that they both seemed to really like it. Tommy couldn't be completely naive with a mother like his. He knew that they were doing the sex thing that Tommy and Mommy sometimes did together, but they were doing it in really odd and creative ways.
As interesting as those books were, what really caught his eye was one that looked like it had cartoons in it. Almost every page was decked in colorful pictures of princes and princesses in lavish palace rooms. They were frequently lying together in rich outfits with their pants off and doing similar things to the people in the other books. Tommy thought they looked kind of like acrobats, with all the different poses and positions they made together. One picture even had a man holding the woman in front of him with her arms like she was a motorbike, while he rode her.
The picture book had Tommy so enthralled that he didn't even hear someone come into the library.
"Oh wow, what's my little monkey nephew looking at there?"
Tommy gasped and dropped the book, open at a page where the man and woman lay side-by-side and upside down on a cushioned floor, so their mouths lined up with each other's privates.
Aunty Gina bent down to pick up the book, her low-cut sweater revealing a cleavage that was almost as hefty as his mother's. "You know," she remarked with a smirk, "this one's probably my favorite. The drawings are so..." she thought for a moment, "vivid."
A blush crept up Tommy's face and he looked down, slightly ashamed. He knew that it was okay to look at that stuff and talk about it with Mommy, but he'd never done so with someone else. And of course, while he thought he liked Aunty Gina, she was still kind of a stranger to him.
Gina walked past him and placed the book on the desk. She then picked up the photo he had taken from the living room and sat down at her desk while she eyed it. "Why did you pick this out, little guy?"
"Um," he responded while playing with his fingers. "'Cause I haven't seen any photo of Mommy when she was little. You both look like kids there!"
She chuckled. "Well spotted, kid. Your Mom and I were at the coast in this photo. That is a kid we met there named Simon."
Tommy walked up to his Aunt to observe the picture.
"Why does he look so shy, Aunt Gina?"
She smiled fondly. "Well, I think he liked your mom and me. We played lots of fun games with him." She turned to look down at her nephew. "Probably like the games your mom plays with you now."
Tommy looked down and stayed quiet. He could feel his aunt's eyes searching his face, gauging his thoughts.
"Oh my!" she then said, breaking the silence. "Now, was it the pictures in that book, or the thought of Mommy that made that happen?" She pointed down to his crotch where, sure enough, there was a happy little erection poking against the fly of his jeans.
His hands automatically dropped down to cover it.
"Now, now, there's no need for that." She put the picture back on the desk and patted her lap. "Come sit on Aunty. She knows all about this sort of thing, so you've got nothing to be ashamed of." She patted her lap some more, and then bounced her knees up and down. "Come on little guy, let Aunty Gina have a chance to... know you better."
Tommy didn't really know why; maybe it was because when she was calling him over, she reminded him so much of Mommy. But sure enough, after a little persuasion, he had obediently walked on over to his aunt and climbed up onto her lap.
"Ah, there we go," she cooed, wrapping an arm around his chest and drawing him closer. He could feel her breasts under the sweater pressed against his back, and her rich aroma was stronger than ever. With another hand, she reached down and began tracing the lump in his jeans. "You funny little boy," she whispered in a smoky voice. "You've gone and made your pee-pee hard, haven't you? Well, lucky for you, Aunty Gina knows exactly what to do about that." She gave his pecker a couple of hard squeezes, and then proceeded to unzip his fly. She reached two fingers inside, fishing for his hardened prick around his underwear. When she finally had it, she pulled it out into the open library air. Tommy was staring right at it, and he knew that just behind him, Aunty Gina was staring at it too.
"Oh my, he sure is thick and hard!" she exclaimed. "Such a handsome dick on a handsome little guy. Let's make sure my nephew's dick feels really good." And she proceeded to pump his penis up and down, in strong, fluid motions.
Aunty Gina's hand was smooth with aromatic skin cream. Her nails were painted crimson, making her look like she had blood-tipped fingers. True to her word, she knew exactly she was doing; every jerking motion of her hand was perfectly maneuvered to ensure her nephew got maximal pleasure.
Gina leaned forward, brushing her breasts against his back and putting her mouth next to his ear. "Is my little nephew enjoying this?" she stuck the tip of her tongue in his ear, whispering with a hot breath, "Does little Tommy's Mommy touch him as nicely as Aunty Gina?"
Tommy screwed up his blushing face as he drew closer to orgasm. Aunty Gina kissed him on the cheek, continuing to give commentary on the thoughts that were running through his head. "Little Tommy loves it when Mommy touches his pee-pee. It gets hard and stiff, sometimes so much that it hurts. But Tommy never complains, because Mommy makes him feel good, and he knows that Mommy loves playing with him. She especially likes it when Tommy shoots his milk out, and gets it in Mommy's mouth. Mommy will say, 'mmm, that's delicious, baby' and he will watch her swallow every last drop." The vivid images of past escapades between mother and son made Tommy's penis go bright red with arousal. He had no idea how Aunt Gina would know all this. Maybe she was psychic. Maybe Mommy told her everything. She wouldn't do that... would she?
"I bet sometimes, Mommy even lets Tommy put his dick in funny places," she continued. "Like... inside Mommy's pussy." Tommy covered his face with his hand, shame welling in his chest. He began to whimper.
She wasn't supposed to know any of this! "No! I don't..."
"Shh, shh," Gina hushed him. "Now there's nothing to be ashamed of. All good boys do these things with their mothers. It shows that they love her, and that she loves him." Her voice had taken on a much gentler, non-judgmental quality. "And it's okay if Aunt Gina knows about it, because sometimes, good little boys do this with their aunties too."
He moved his hands away from his face, eyes wide. Such a thought had never occurred to him. Doing what he does with Mommy... with someone else? Someone like Aunty Gina? It wouldn't be right. Mommy wouldn't want him to. Just look at how much Aunty Gina and Mommy argued! They didn't seem like they loved each other at all, so why would Tommy want to do the sex stuff with Aunty Gina?
But he kind of liked Aunty Gina, admittedly. Even if she was a bit weird. She had, after all, rescued them from the blizzard and given them lots of cakes and cookies and chocolate milk and other nice stuff to eat. And Mommy said she helps people all around the world! She can't be a bad person if she does all of that, right?
All these thoughts, swimming rapidly around in his head, were suddenly halted when Gina said, "Does Mommy do this...?" and Tommy felt her fingers gently clutch his balls. Tommy gasped and grabbed her hand. "Aunt Gina, no!"
She hushed him again. "Don't worry, honey. I'll be super gentle. Does it feel bad? I don't think so. I think it feels good for you," she drew spirals around his taut, young balls, and Tommy felt his dick bounce with extra enthusiasm."Mmm, they feel so full," She whispered teasingly in his ear. "So full of warm milk."
Gina coaxed him off her lap, and then, with a strength that surprised him, lifted him onto the oak desk. He suddenly felt ten feet tall...and still totally powerless.
Aunt Gina purred exactly like Mommy and leant forward, taking his little hips in her hand. Her tongue flicked the taut skin of his balls, making him moan.
"Doesn't that feel good, sweetie? Does Mommy ever do this for you?"
With eyes screwed shut, he shook his head.
"Mmm, I bet she doesn't do this either..." and Tommy gasped as he felt his balls engulfed by warm wetness. He looked down and was shocked to find that, while his aunt jerked him off, she had his testicles in her mouth. The feeling was indescribable -- both intensely pleasurable but also frightening given how close those big, white teeth were to his most sensitive area.
Every muscle was tense. She seemed to pick up on this, and lay a reassuring hand on his hip. When she looked up at him through those black-rimmed glasses, he saw hunger, desire and wickedness.
But not malice.
And yes, even love was there.
This helped to relax him, and he felt his muscles loosen. The delicate pressure her mouth placed around his balls sent shivers through him. The hot breath from her nose tickled the underside of his boy-dick, and it was all he could do not to ejaculate all over her face at that moment.
"Tommy, what's going on?" A firm voice came from the library entrance. Tommy's young heart jumped.
There stood Mommy, leaning against the open doorway. Instant shame washed over her son -- instinctively, he knew the direness of being caught in the sexual clutches of another woman. Even at such a young age, he felt like he had betrayed his mom. He should only be doing this stuff with her; he was her son, not Aunt Gina's! She was going to be so angry at him. Not just angry -- hurt. This would break her heart. This would make Mommy really hate Aunty Gina, and they would start arguing all over again, harder and louder than before, and all because of him!
Mommy stepped into the dimly-lit library, arms across her chest. Her commanding hips swayed, causing Tommy's heart to thump hard against his chest. He wanted to say sorry, to say he didn't mean this, but his mouth was too dry to utter even a single word.
What shocked him more than anything was the calmness in her voice. "Honey, you don't have to do this in such a dark room."
He gaped at her.
Mommy stepped forward, cleavage heaving in full view and eye-to-eye with her son. She ran a hand through his hair and a look of adoring pity came to her face. "It's okay, sweetheart. Let Gina finish you off."
"Aren't you mad, Mommy?"
She closed her eyes and shook her head. "Tommy, you are the most important thing in the world to me. And Gina is my sister. We fight, and sometimes I say things that hurt each other, but that doesn't mean..." She took a breath and swallowed. "That doesn't mean she isn't important to me too." For a flickering moment, she looked down at Aunty Gina -- her mouth full of his Tommy's balls. Tommy turned his head.
"Tell you what, kiddo," Mommy said. "You don't have to do this if you don't want to. But if you do," she bit her lip and caressed his thigh. "How about Mommy helps you make a mess on Aunt Gina's face?"
Well, that certainly made things interesting. Tommy's mother looked at him with a hopeful expression. The young stud never wanted anything more in his life.
He nodded. "O-okay."
Mommy smiled in the dark, obviously proud of her son. She stood by her son's shoulder and let a drop of hot spit fall on his cock head. Running her hands down his tummy, his still-erect penis was enveloped in her fist. "Go for it, sis," Mommy whispered as she started pumping her son.
"Okay honey, here we go," Gina said as she engulfed his sticky testicles again.
"Whaa!" Tommy cried out, caught entirely off-guard by the intensity of it all. She sucked even harder while his mom's hand jerked his tight little cocklet, the combined sensations sending shockwaves of pleasure through him and forcing even more blood into his already throbbing penis.
The poor boy couldn't last another second. He let out a loud, high-pitched moan and came in his mother's hand. "Oh, Tommy! I've never seen so much from you!" He looked down to find the torrent of boy-seed trickle thickly over his mother's knuckles and onto Aunt Gina's awaiting face. His mother's sister moaned with pleasure -- her mouth still filled with his balls -- as the white gooeyness coated her nose and cheeks.
When he was done, Tommy's young body was hot and sticky with sweat. His chest rose and fell deeply with exhaustion. Before he would collapse, Gina took him in her arms and held him in her armchair, his head pressed closely against her chest; her scent surrounding him. Mommy brought her hand to her lips and licked her young son's cum. "That's some good eggnog."
"The best we could ask for." Gina scooped a dribble of semen that hung from her chin and brought it to her mouth. Tommy heard her suck on her finger hungrily and moan with delight. "Mm, damn that's good." She ran a finger over the hot, red tip of Tommy's shriveling penis and licked some more remnants of his cum. "I should keep this little guy around all year."
Mommy caressed her son's testicles while looking up at Gina. "Don't bet on it. But I guess there's always tomorrow,. Christmas is the day of giving, after all."
Tommy felt under the complete and utter control of these two women. Women who loved him, yet who would drive him to an abyss of exhaustion with their desires. Feeling equally fortunate and overwhelmed, combined with the intense orgasm he had just endured, his young body propelled him towards slumber. There was only so much a boy his age could take.
He blinked once, twice, feeling his eyelids growing heavy, and then in nestled in his aunt's arms and with his mother's hand on his cock, he drifted off to sleep. The last thing he heard was the sound of his mother and aunty chuckling to one another.
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