Mommy's Little Man
Chapter 6: Christmas at Aunt Gina's - Pt 2
Sun filtered through the window hit on Tommy's face, drawing him out of sleep.
The boy sat up and rubbed the sleep out of his eyes. He looked down to find himself in nothing but his underwear. He had a hazy, sleepy memory of his mother undressing him and tucking him in. Tommy's cock felt sore from what Gina and Mommy had done to him, but it was a pleasant, satisfied kind of soreness. It had been such a strange and powerful experience. It had left the boy utterly worn out from the most intense orgasm of his life.
Tommy looked around the room but couldn't see his clothes anywhere, so he wrapped the blankets from the bed around himself and hobbled out.
The smell of frying eggs and bacon hit him. The voices of his mother and aunt floated in the air. He picked up something about a bicycle and a lost bet, but as soon as he entered the kitchen they stopped talking.
"Morning," he yawned.
"Morning, honey!" Gina cooed. "You slept like a baby."
"You still look pretty worn out, kiddo," his mother noted.
"Poor thing," Gina added while flipping eggs over on the frying pan. "I guess we should have been more gentle with you last night." Her smiled indicated that she didn't mean it.
Mommy, bedecked in a tight Christmas apron with a happy red-nosed reindeer on the front walked over to her sleepy son and wrapped him in a tight hug. "Merry Christmas, my little man," she said, kissing him on the cheek.
She gazed at him with those deep, dark eyes and said, "Guess what? Santa knew we were coming to your Aunt's and delivered your presents here!" She inclined her head towards the room with the fireplace. "Have a look; we'll bring breakfast over soon."
"But not before I get a Christmas hug out of my nephew!" Gina butted in, walking up to Tommy and kneeling down to drawn him into a fierce cuddle. Tommy's face was buried in her fresh-smelling auburn hair. "Merry Christmas, my treasure," she whispered into his ear.
"Merry Christmas, Aunty," he managed to choke out between her tight hug.
Just before she broke the hug, his aunty slipped a hand down his briefs, gave his butt a squeeze, and kissed him on the cheek.
Breakfast was served in the living room on a glass coffee table beside the Christmas tree. Hanging in front of the nearby fireplace were three stockings. Aunt Gina had an annoying Michael Buble` Christmas album playing, but Tommy's excitement drowned it out in his head. He was practically bouncing out of what little clothes he wore, ready to rip all the wrapping paper from his present to pieces. There were three colorful boxes for him: two small ones and a large one that he struggled to pick up. Mommy had two presents, and Aunty Gina had what looked like about a dozen.
Finally, Gina and Mommy sat down and Christmas officially started. His aunty was wearing a Christmas apron of her own: it was white with a picture of that stern-looking cigar man from her books, donning a Christmas hat. The words "Sometimes a Candy Cane is just a Candy Cane" were written beneath his fuzzy chin. Tommy had no idea what it meant.
"Honey, why don't you start us off with the small one?" Mommy suggested, handing it over.
Tommy ripped into the red and green striped wrapping paper. He noticed was the familiar white, plastic strip with the black and red writing of a Nintendo 3DS game. And not just one: three games stacked one on top of the other. The eerie blue cover with bright orange flames denoted Castlevania: Lords of Shadow -- Mirror of Fate; the cartoony jungle scene with the big ape was Donkey Kong Country Returns 3D; and the quivering plumber in green belonged to
Luigi's Mansion: Dark Moon. The exact three games he had asked Santa for at the shopping mall.
"Do you like them, sweetheart?" Mommy asked.
"Yeah! I love these games. I can't believe Santa remembered that these were the ones I wanted!"
His response made his mother beam.
Gina grabbed a box wrapped in salmon-colored tissue paper and a red ribbon from under the tree, handing it to Mommy. "This is for my darling sister." Mommy swallowed a mouthful of eggs and took it from her. The ribbon knot came apart in her hands and she pried the paper apart gently, never one to simply rip into it.
Eventually, she had in her hands a square, colorful box depicting what looked like a big, white microphone. Mommy's eyes widened. "Gina, I..."
"You love it, don't you?"
"Oh God, I saw one of these on TV. They're supposed to be..."
"They're amazing. Trust me; this thing'll be your best friend. And look, I bought one of the new models with an in-built battery so you can take it around with you."
Mommy pulled open the top of the box and reached in for the plastic microphone. Gina unrolled a black block and cord from the box and plugged it into the power outlet.
"Are you gonna sing with it, Mommy?"
Both women laughed, with Mommy going a slight shade of red.
"Your mom will definitely be singing when she uses this, honey," Gina quipped.
Gina switched the microphone on and it began to hum quietly. Mommy's eyes lit up as she passed it around her skin; first on her hand, then against her cheek, then up and down her arm.
"Come feel this, Tommy." Mommy reached over and held the tip of the microphone to her son's bare arm. It vibrated pleasantly against his skin. "It's a massager. A really good massager. It's called a 'Tomodachi Power Wand'."
Tommy's eyes widened, surprised. Not what he had been expecting at all. "Do you use it on your back and feet and stuff?"
Mommy gave a half-nod. "Those are some places you can use it."
"Now, which one is mine?" Gina enquired, even though nearly all the presents under the tree were for her.
"That one's from me," Mommy pointed to a tiny box that could fit in the palm of Gina's hand. Gina opened it and an "Oh!" escaped from her lips. She pulled out a pair of silver earrings shaped kind of like an uppercase "I" and "Y" mashed together. "They're beautiful, sis," she exclaimed, holding them up to the firelight in admiration.
"I know your psychology work is important to you. When I saw these, I knew they were meant for you."
Gina leaned over and kissed Mommy lightly on the mouth. "Thanks, sis."
Her other presents turned out to be more books for her library -- which seemed to really get her excited, the egghead. But by the third set of books, Tommy was getting antsy to open the rest of his presents.
"Ok sweetheart, you can go for the big one now," Aunt Gina suggested with a grin, reading his mind.
And that was all the encouragement he needed. The boy swallowed his mouthful of buttered toast and practically launched himself at the box, dropping his blanket in the process. As exciting as the 3DS games were, he didn't dare hope what could be in that huge box. Something he hadn't asked Santa for. Something that made his mother's face drop whenever he mentioned it.
He ripped open the box, and stopped breathing when he saw the familiar shiny blue cardboard. Those three all-important characters were printed in white text.
"Oh my God!" he cried. "I can't believe Santa got me a PS4!"
"Yes," his mother said in a slightly deadpan tone, crossing her arms at Gina. "I can't believe Santa got him a Playstation."
"Maybe Santa thought he's been very good this year," Gina retorted. "Here, now open this!" And sure enough, in the next box were five games he and his friend Andy Lin had been drooling over for months: Assassin's Creed 4, Call of Duty Ghosts, Skylanders Swap Force, and LEGO Marvel Super Heroes.
Tommy's heart was pumping madly in his chest. He didn't see that Mommy's Christmas cheer had drained from her face. She was looking at his new game system like it would eat her son.
"You shouldn't have," she hissed from the corner of her mouth.
"I can afford it," Gina whispered back. "Let me do this for him."
While Tommy was sitting there in his underwear, staring at the games and pinching himself, Gina stood up and went over to the fireplace. "Do you want to see what's in your stocking, Nessa? I think you'll like it."
Mommy shrugged noncommittally and Gina brought the stocking over. "Oh my, look what we have here!" she reached into her sister's stocking and pulled out what looked like a stack of square papers. "Do these make you nostalgic, sis?" Tommy pulled his eyes away from the PS4 for a moment to see his mother's eyes grow wide.
"Where... did you find these?"
"I was clearing some old boxes I got from Mom ages ago, and there they were. That was one fun summer, huh?"
Mommy didn't respond. She flipped through the square pieces of paper, mesmerized. Gina leaned in, and Tommy barely heard her whisper: "Do you want to show him?"
Mommy glanced up at her son, processing the idea. "Baby, come here for a sec."
Tommy obediently pulled himself away from his present and squeezed himself between his mother and aunt. In his mother's hand were square photographs of herself and Gina like the one on his aunt's desk. They were throwing wide, cheesy smiles at the camera. Their noses were dotted with faint freckles and their hair -- long and dark on both girls -- was pulled into sideways ponytails. They could have been twins, even though Mommy was a year and a half older. Standing between them was the naked lower half of a boy, his penis hanging limp. Tommy suspected it was the same boy as in the other photo.
Mommy flipped to another photo and Tommy saw the boy's cock had hardened as his mother held it in her hand, smiling at the camera. Aunty Gina was on his other side, hand on his butt as she looked up at him. The next photo showed Mommy with the cock in her mouth, her eyes closed and a blush on her cheeks. Gina was grinning toothily as her fingers trailed his balls. In the next photo, Gina had taken their friend's cock in her mouth while Mommy was slipping off her shirt, revealing budding breasts. Soon, they were both topless and licking either side of the boy's dick, their half-lidded eyes staring seductively at the camera. Eventually there was a faded photo where the boy had cum on both of their faces; the thick white goop stringing and dripping between their cheeks and some dribbling down over their lips.
"Our friend Katie took the photos," Gina explained. "She's a pretty famous fashion photographer now -- she got her start pretty young!"
Tommy was understandably affected by these naughty photos of a younger Mommy and Aunty. Before he knew it, his own penis was standing up straight and hard out of the top of his underwear. His Mommy noticed it and smiled. She flicked the switch on the Tomodachi and brought the vibrating head down onto his little head. Tommy gasped, shocked by the intense pleasure it wrought; it was almost too much.
He began to gyrate his hips as the pleasure mounted. He could feel his balls tightening and the blood rushing through his penis. Looking down, he saw thick and clear pre-cum sticking to the head of Mommy's magic wand. While Mommy held the wand, Aunty Gina pulled his tight underwear down and off his legs so that he was soon sitting completely naked between his mother and aunt. Gina rubbed his chest, occasionally flicking or pinching a nipple. She wasn't exactly gentle, and he felt his nipples stiffen under her touch.
"Oh you sweet little thing," Gina purred as she lowered her face and sucked on her nephew's erect nipple. He turned to look at his mother through pleasure-tortured eyes. "Mommy... the magic wand and Aunty's mouth are gonna make me..."
She shushed him, running a loving hand through his hair. "Go ahead, sweetheart."
"Wait up!" his Aunty exclaimed, pulling her face up from his chest. "He can't finish yet. You promised me a taste today."
Mommy looked thoughtful. "I guess so. But sis, don't torture the poor kid. He looks like he really wants to cum."
"He can, just not now." Gina pulled herself away from her nephew and slouched on the sofa beside him. She reached down and tugged at her pajama pants, dropping them and her black panties off in one go.
"Gina!" Mommy laughed. Tommy looked at his Aunty's bare crotch and saw that it wasn't just Gina's casual stripping that had shocked his mother, but the fact that she was utterly sopping wet. Tommy had never seen a woman's privates shine so much before. If he hadn't been so tortured by unreleased pleasure, Tommy would have giggled at the landing strip of hair that grew up from her pussy.
She patted her bare lap. "Up here honey."
"Gina, I never said you could do this!"
But Tommy's aunt just shook her head. "Sis, this is the first Christmas in ages I've had with my nephew. Let it be special." She then looked back at her nephew. "Come on, Tommy. Mount your Aunt Gina."
Mommy took his arm. "Tommy, look at me." Even in his agonizing horniness, the son had to obey the mother. She looked at him with those eyes, which spoke wordlessly to him that he must listen closely. "You don't have to do this. If you don't feel okay with having sex with Aunty, just say so and she won't be upset." She threw a look at her sister that commanded her not to argue.
She then passed the wand down to titillate his balls. "Mommy can make you cum with this instead," she tempted him, smiling.
Tommy looked at his Mommy in the face before turning to his Aunty, laying there on the couch with her dripping, exposed pussy. He couldn't bear to wait any longer. It called to him with a silent, hungry voice. It begged him to stick his stiff, hard cock inside. He looked at his Aunty's eager countenance, and saw his mother in the way she smiled at him. He turned back to his mother, pleading her with his eyes.
She nodded, resigned. "Go on, then."
And that was all the encouragement he needed
He practically leapt onto his Aunty, burying his young erection inside her, feeling it swim around her juices. She felt a little different to his mom; slightly tighter.
Tommy was about to start pumping away when his aunt placed a flat palm on his lower stomach. "Hold up, cowboy. Two rules if you want to ride: first, you can't cum inside me; as soon as you feel like you're going to pop, sit your lovely butt on Aunty's chest and shoot it right here," she pointed into her mouth. "Got it?"
He nodded, "Yes, Aunty."
"Second rule, you have to take this!" And she spanked his ass, hard.
"Ow!" Tommy cried, caught off-guard.
"Be gentle, sis!" Mommy chided her. "That butt belongs to me."
"Okay," Gina said, smiling up at her nephew. "Now you can fuck me."
Passion inflamed, the boy began to thrust in and out of his aunt with an animal's ferocity. Gina's mouth opened in a round 'O' of surprise, clearly not expecting her quiet nephew to possess such vigor in the sack.
Her hand smacked his butt over and over again as he pushed in and out of her, creating a fun, symbiotic rhythm.
If Tommy could see his mother through his raging lust, he would have seen her eyes wide like hardboiled eggs, and wetness beginning to show around the bottom of her apron.
Speaking of which, Aunt Gina's own apron was now darkening with her and her nephew's combined sweat. The little boy fucking his mother's sister would have made the man on the apron proud. It may have given him a few new theories to work with as well.
He heard Aunt Gina huffing, puffing and whimpering, trying to get a word out every so often and failing. One time, she managed to blurt out "Oh dear fuck!" and then proceeded to squeal and moan.
Tommy watched his aunt's flesh ripple and bounce as he thrust harder and harder inside her. Her bosom escaped from the top of her apron and bounced up and down on her chest. Her face had turned a bright shade of red, almost matching her highlights.
The image of spraying his aunt in the mouth with his seed was suddenly the most perfect picture in the world. Needless to say, he had completely forgotten about the PS4!
He felt the telltale tightness in his nuts and the mounting, volcanic pressure in his penis. The boy quickly pulled out of his aunt's pussy and leapt forwards, planting his firm ass on her chest. He plunged his hard penis, dripping in her wetness inside her mouth and began humping his aunt's face. Her eyes widened and crossed downwards as she saw at the throbbing boy-dick she was being fed. Wet gurgling and choking noises escaped from her mouth, but Tommy paid it no mind. He was on a mission: to fill his Aunty Gina's mouth with his hot, white kid-semen.
He grinded his butt against her bosom and finger, and then gave one final thrust that pushed his entire shaft and balls into her mouth.
Tommy cried out like a mad boy. He released. Shot after shot of his semen flooded his Aunty's mouth.
Mission accomplished.
She purred like a satisfied cat as she swirled his goo around in her mouth, letting it dribbled off her chin.
"Oh god," she mumbled, "that's so good."
Tommy panted like a winning race dog. He pulled his penis out of his aunt's mouth. It was more raw and red than he had ever seen it. He stood up and gently stepped away.
Suddenly, there came a tight scream from his mother. Tommy and Gina turned, noticing for the first time that Mommy had slipped out of her own panties and was furiously grinding the Tomodachi all over her bare crotch.
A pained look was etched across her features as she came, dripping warm juices all over the leather couch and onto the rug below. After she was done, she rolled over towards her sister and scooped up the remnants of her son's semen dribbling down her face, tasting it.
On that cold Christmas morning, the two women and the boy slumped exhausted on the couch near the fire, their energy completely expunged from their hot and vigorous sexual escapade.
The rest of Tommy's Christmas day went by in a blur. He didn't bother putting his clothes back on, opting instead to walk around the warm house naked. His mommy and aunty barely spoke a sentence for the hours they spent coming down from their sexual high.
After Christmas lunch, Mommy started gathering their things to head back home. Tommy wondered how they would even do that given the state of their car, but Mommy reassured him that Aunt Gina would drive them back.
But when Gina overheard this, she raised her head from a large turkey she was stuffing. "Um, sorry sis but I've got to get the house ready and prepare Christmas dinner, I've got three colleagues and their partners staying the night. I can't spare the three-hour trip back to yours."
Mommy laughed and nodded, "Right, Gina. I guess we'll just walk back then." When her sister's expression didn't change, Mommy's face darkened. "Enough with the jokes, Gina; our car's not going to get us back home in this weather, especially not after the accident."
"Then how are you getting home?"
Mommy stood up. "My dearest sister will take us."
She wiped her hands on her apron -- a clean, fresh one with elves on it. "Not going to happen. Shit, I didn't even think to sort this out before."
Mommy's face dropped; she looked crushed. Tommy could tell when the weight of the adult world got to his mother; responsibility, planning ahead, tying all the loose ends. This was one of those moments where things simply flew out of her control and it showed.
"We... we can't stay here, can we? There won't be room."
Aunty Gina strolled into the living room, "We might have a solution here." She came back with Mommy's stocking and threw it at her. "Check the bottom."
Mommy stared confused daggers at her sister. Tommy reared himself for another argument.
"Go on!" Gina urged.
"Sis, I don't know what your game is, but--" Tommy heard that all-too familiar jangling as Mommy pulled out a pair of silver keys. "W-what?"
Gina crossed her arms, a proud smile etched on her face. "Guess what rolled into my big-ass garage this morning? Come on, I'll show you."
And sure enough, parked right next to Aunty Gina's SUV with the old rust bucket was a brand new black 2013 Honda Crosstour. "All-wheel-drive, so you can get out of here in one piece."
Mommy's hands covered her mouth. Her eyes were crinkled, and Tommy saw tears forming in their corners. He put a hand on her leg, unable to bear the sight of his mother crying.
"Oh, Gina..."
"Not a fan of the color? I'll get you a red one if you like," his aunt joked.
Mommy pulled her into a warm, sisterly embrace. "I can't believe you did this. You should not have done this..."
Gina wiped her own eye and held her sister closer. "I'm doing well, Nessa. I want to share my success with you and Tommy. You two mean the world to me."
Mommy pulled away from her but maintained a grip on Gina's shoulders. Her face was red and wet.
Gina said, "You gave me the best gift I could ever ask for this morning. This car is nothing compared to that, believe me."
Mommy sniffed and wiper her eye. "Thank you." she whispered. "I...I..."
"I know," Gina smiled, caressing her sister's cheek. "And you know..."
They stared at each other for a few seconds, and then slowly, brought their mouths together. Eyes closed, Mommy and Aunt Gina kissed with the adoration and familiarity of two life-long lovers. They tangled their gloved fingers together and held that kiss for what felt to Tommy like a very long time.
Tommy dropped his eyes, feeling a little self-conscious.
After they broke apart, Mommy laughed and wiped her eyes. "Oh god, I can't wait to get behind the wheel!"
"Well, you'll have to sooner rather than later. I've got lots to do and you guys are holding me back!" Gina wiped her own eyes as she said this.
They said their goodbyes, and promised that it wouldn't be another few years before they saw each other again. Gina gave Tommy a warm, loving embrace and kissed him in the ear. "Thank you for the tasty treat, stud. Know that your aunt loves you very much."
"Love you too, Aunty," Tommy said, blushing a little. His butt still smarted a little.
They pulled out of her snowy driveway, watching Gina wave them goodbye from outside the garage. Sure enough, even with heavy snow piles littering the road, the new Honda got them through safe and sound. Mommy laughed and cheered whenever they went over a particularly big snow pile, and Tommy's smile couldn't be wider.
When they were back on the main road, Mommy rubbed her son's leg and smiled. No word needed to be spoken.
But eventually, the Christmas traffic got the better of them and they found themselves stuck in a tedious jam. The traffic reporter on the radio said a non-fatal accident between three cars was congesting the road for miles.
Mommy sighed. Tommy made a frustrated noise, to which his mother responded, "Yeah, we're going to be here a while, Tommy."
"And my 3DS just died on me!" He slumped on the seat and looked at his mother.
Mommy tapped her chin, considering something. "You know, there is one way we can pass the time." She motioned towards something in the backseat. "Come on, get Mommy's Tomodachi!"
Tommy unbuckled his seatbelt and jumped to back seat. He fished around for the big white 'microphone' and found it.
Mommy was already slipping out of her panties by the time he got back to the passenger side. "Come on baby, I can't wait to try it again!"
Tommy looked around the device until he figured out how to turn it on. The powerful wand quaked in his hand, surprising him.
"Come on, don't leave me waiting, baby! I need it right here." She indicated to her crotch. Tommy did as his mother asked and pressed the thick, white head against her exposed pussy. She tensed up immediately, swore, and then a wide smile spread across her face. "Oh God, that's so good." She giggled, grinding her waist against the device.
Tommy's heart thudded in his chest -- seeing his mother enjoying herself so much was exciting to say the least. He moved it around and around, covering the entire surface of her pussy. As cars honked and drivers yelled around them, his mother was getting off behind dark tinted windows.
Soon she was squealing with delight, moaning her son's name over and over again. As if reading his thoughts, she then reached into his pants and hurriedly pulled out his cocklet, which was, needless to say, stiff as a bone. Lubricated with his youthful pre-cum, she jerked her son in hard, speedy rhythms, which only increased the pressure that he placed on her pussy.
"Let's cum together," Mommy whispered between moans. "Cum with your Mommy, my sweetest baby."
The power of the Tomodachi vibrated his whole arm. As his mother masturbated him, it was all he could do to not drop the massager. The pleasure it gave Mommy made her tug and pull on his young dick even more -- making the experience indescribably intense. Despite cumming so hard just hours before, Tommy could already feel pressure building up to release another explosive orgasm.
"I'm almost there, baby," his mother cried. "Please don't stop!"
He held back as much as he could, but it was like trying to hold back a breaking dam. "Mommy, I'm about to..." he whimpered, and then cried as the felt his load shoot up his penis and eject from his gland.
At this moment, Mommy screamed, bucked her hips wildly. The fingers of her other hand were digging deep into her pussy, and as they let go, Tommy caught a glimpse of something amazing.
A torrent of clear fluid gushed out of Mommy's pussy and hit the windshield.
A drained Tommy watched in rapt fascination as those few seconds of squirting crawled past. He was amazed. Mesmerized. In awe. And maybe a little frightened.
It dripped down the glass thinly, dripping onto the brand-new steering wheel and dashboard.
What if Aunt Gina saw what Mommy did to the new car!
"Oh dear God..." The cacophony of traffic noise returned. Mommy purred like a sated cat. "That...was new." She pulled her hand back from Tommy's cock and licked her fingers clean.
She turned to the window to find drivers flipping her off and hurling abuse.
The traffic had finally started to flow around them, and she had been impeding it the whole time.
"Oop!" Mommy said. Looks like we got a little carried away." She put the car into gear and drove off.
Tommy sat there, all exposed and his crotch covered in drying boy-cum.
His mother, whose was similarly exposed, chuckled at her boy. "You're exhausted, aren't you, kiddo?"
"Uh...huh," he managed to say, nodded slowly.
"I guess it's better your aunt doesn't live near us. Or else... you poor thing! We'd wear you out!"
He nodded again, and heard his mother make a sympathetic noise before caressing the back of his neck. "My little stud."
After a while, Tommy worked up the energy to ask her: "Mommy? What was that...stuff that came out of you?"
She chuckled again. "I guess it's cum. Like what comes out of you. Only different. That's...that's never happened before." She turned to her son. "You did that."
He looked at her apologetically. "I didn't mean to, Mommy!"
She laughed.When they stopped at a traffic light, she fixed him with her widest, most loving smile. Then she leaned over, held her mouth against his ear, and whispered in a piping hot breath: "It was the best Christmas present I've ever received, Tommy." And then she licked his ear, sending shivers down his body that made his sore erection return. "And when we're home, I want it again."
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