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Mom and I didn't get much company at our house. I suppose that mostly was because we lived about a hundred and twenty miles due west of Fargo and there wasn't much there. There wasn't much to do and there weren't very many people either. There were eight of us at my high school class graduation. Six were guys and two were girls. One girl, Darlene, was pretty and was going steady with someone, but no-one seemed to want to date the other girl, Victoria. She wasn't ugly or anything, but she was kind of pudgy and had a mole on her cheek. I sort of liked her but I was way too shy at the time to do anything about it. I seemed to have a hard-on most of the time but that was about it.

Life was pretty normal for North Dakota, I guess. We lived in small rambler-style house in an area where our nearest neighbor was about a half mile away. If you like privacy, this place is for you. And I didn't know what it was at the time, but I was starved for something. Unfortunately, the summer after my eighteenth birthday just droned on.

Mom had tried to get me a job at the motel where she cleaned rooms but they didn't have anything for me. No-one did. Mom told me not to worry about getting a job and not to even think about enlisting.

So I was kind of excited when Mom told me that my second cousin, Angel, was driving all the way from Fargo to stay a couple days. I'm not even sure if Angel is her real name, but I've always known her as that. I knew that she had gotten knocked-up and then dumped by her boyfriend, so I think Mom was extra nice to her since the same thing happened to her. There was a definite sisterhood thing going on between them. Angel was calling us much more frequently now that she was in her eighth month. I think she really needed some support.

On Friday evening a beat-up, big, old Buick drove up the driveway. Our dog Chester barked to let us know, even before we heard the car. We both went out to greet Angel.

"Welcome, honey!" Mom said as Angel threw the car door open.

"Hi, Yelena! Hi, Avie!"

I laughed to see her struggling to get out of the car.

"Don't laugh, Avie, give her your hand to help her!" Mom said, embarrassed at my manners.

"No, no, I need to do this myself," Angel said as she awkwardly exited the car, belly first.

I did manage to grab her suitcase, however, and I followed them into the house. I brought it into my room, knowing that I would sleep on the blow-up mattress that we had.

Soon we were seated at the kitchen table. Mom and Angel were talking non-stop and I just contented myself to listen. After they brought each other up to date on all the relatives, talk turned to Angel's pregnancy. I was amazed by the sight of her belly, even at eight months. Her breasts looked big too. They were mostly talking like I wasn't even there for the most part, so I just sat there wondering what Angel looked like underneath her clothes. She had on some sort of Spandex pants and a flowery blouse evidently made just for pregnant women.

Angel was talking about how the baby kicked and, not only that, even at that very moment he was kicking.

So I said, "Can I feel it?"

Angel said, "Of course you can, Avie. Pull your chair over here." I sat almost in front of her and she pulled up her blouse revealing her beach-ball-like tummy. Her belly-button was pushed out. And I could see how tight her skin was. Stretched to the limit, I thought. In many ways she looked a lot like Mom and me, I guess because of our common Eastern European ancestry, but her skin was quite a bit darker than ours. Mom and I have very white skin.

So I put both hands on either side of the beach-ball and waited to feel something. Mom and Angel were chatting about something and I just kept my hands there.

"Naturally he's quiet now," Angel eventually said. "Just keep your hands there and you'll feel him." So I did.

Angel was rambling on to Mom. "... And my breasts are so sensitive now. I think they've grown two cup sizes already. You should just feel them they are so heavy."

I thought she was talking to me. So sue me. There was no kicking happening so I reached under her dress and put my hands around her breasts. All I heard was an intake of air. I guess both Mom and Angel were stunned at what I was doing and it took them both a few seconds to let me know the error of my ways. But by then I had grasped my first titties and I was hooked.

It was like her nipples had burned an impression into the palm of my hand. Days later I could still conjure how they had felt, poking into my paws.

Needless to say, my touchy-feelie time was over and I hung back for the next couple hours. But, also, I must say, at least I wasn't being completely ignored like I was. Every now and again, especially when something either biological or even racy was being discussed, I got smiling glances my way, as if to say that they were letting me hear this stuff too, and it was OK.

Mom made supper and afterwards Angel excused herself to change clothing. She came back to the table with just a large top on and no pants at all. It covered her panties for sure, but now I had a great view of her legs. Like Mom, she didn't shave her legs either. Maybe it is a cultural Eastern European thing, I'm not sure. But I've always loved how Mom's hairy legs looked and now I was just as entranced with Angel's tan hairy legs. She had hair on her legs from her ankles all the way up as far as I could see.

It really intrigued me. They were gossiping about something or another but I was having fun scoping out her legs. I was aware of my hard-on in my pants but it didn't occur to me at the time that they might notice it. Thinking back, I just hope I didn't have drool coming out of my mouth.

Then Angel moved in her chair and uncrossed her legs, which had been stretched out but crossed, and actually sat with her legs apart, I guessed because she was pregnant. I was in the perfect position to see up her blouse, or whatever it was, and there were her panties. White panties that were so white in the darkness of her crotch. That really got me hard.

Then Angel started to occasionally rub her legs and even lean down to scratch them from time to time. Just when my attention was flagging she'd make me look at her again.

At one point, Mom leaned over to Angel and said something in a whisper so I couldn't hear. They giggled and glanced at me but it still didn't occur to me that I was the subject of their giggling. I thought it was just something they didn't want me to hear.

Then we watched TV for a little while and later they went back into the kitchen to talk. I decided to blow up my bed for the night in the front room. We had already patched this old AeroBed once before and I heard a faint hiss after I had inflated it. I followed the hiss with my ears, feeling the bed for an air-jet, and, sure enough, I found it. And we didn't have any more patches.

Walking into the kitchen I said, "Mom, bad news, the air mattress is leaking and we don't have any more patches."

"Well, that's not a problem. Angel can sleep with me and you can have your bedroom back."

Angel interrupted and said, "The problem is that I have to get up several times during the night to go to the bathroom and I get really sick in the morning. It would almost be better if I could have a room by myself."

Mom looked at me. "Well, Avie, it looks like you are going to sleep with me. Is that OK?"

I was so horny at that point that immediately a number of interesting possibilities suddenly occurred to me. "Sure, Mom. I'd like that! I mean..."

Angel had a smile on her face like one has when witnessing something nasty and fun.

Mom had a small smile too and said, "You go ahead and go to bed. Angel and I are going to talk a bit more."

"OK, Mom." I cleaned up in the bathroom and then crawled into Mom's bed. If felt really strange to be in her room. I closed the door and turned off the lights and slowly stroked my cock while thinking of Angel's legs, breasts and panties. It was a moonlit night and the window shades were open but it was still fairly dark in the room except for the light coming under the door from the hallway.

About a half hour later, I noticed the hall light being clicked off and the bedroom door slowly opened. Mom came in and I realized she was probably blinded from being in the light and coming into darkness. I watched silently as she felt for bedroom closet door. She opened it and felt for her nightie. She laid it on the bed and then began to undress. She slid her pants down and stepped out of them, laying them on the chair. Then she unbuttoned her shirt and put that on the back of the chair. Because her skin is so white it was really easy to see her in the moonlight. And because her eyes were still adjusting to the darkness she couldn't see that mine were open. I watched in fascination as Mom reached back and unclasped her brassiere and let it drop off her breasts. Mom's tits were not as large and full as Angel's but I could easily see her dark areolas and nipples. Then Mom slid off her panties, I couldn't see the color in the darkness, and was shocked to see such a black expanse of hair underneath. Mom grabbed her nightie from the bed and quickly put it on. She gently slipped into bed and soon I heard her breathing slow.

I rolled over on my side and began to jerk-off as stealthily as I could. When I finally came I knew that I would be getting cum on the sheets but I was pretty sure it would be dry by morning. Within minutes, I was asleep too.

In the morning, as I opened my eyes, I realized, since I am a back-sleeper, that my piss hard-on was poking straight up under the sheet. I rolled my head over to look at Mom and she had her eyes wide open and evidently had been looking at my erect penis.

"Sorry, Mom..." I said as I rolled over to face her.

'Were you dreaming about feeling Angel's breasts?"

I detected some jealousy in her voice. So I went with it. Of course, actually it was just a piss hard-on and I wondered if perhaps Mom didn't know about them.

"Yes, Angel's breasts... and yours too."

"Mine?" She had the hint of a smile on her face.

"I saw you last night in the moonlight."

She didn't say anything for a long time. Mom just looked in my eyes. Just as I was starting to get weirded-out, Mom said, "I suppose you'd like to touch mine too."

"Your breasts?" I wasn't sure I was understanding correctly.

"Just this one time, so you can feel the difference between breasts on a pregnant woman and a non-pregnant woman."

"Wow, Mom. Great!"

Mom, looking like she knew she shouldn't, slowly pulled down the sheet to her waist and then lifted her nightie so I had a full view of her boobs. I sat up on one elbow and just looked at them, trying to memorize them for later use.

"Don't you want to touch them?" Mom asked.

"Of course, Mom, I was just looking first." I took her left breast in my right hand and kneaded it. Then I felt the nipple and pulled on it.

"You used to suck on those," Mom said smiling.

Without asking I just leaned down and took her right nipple in my mouth and started to suck. Mom just laid there and let me enjoy myself for a minute. Then she said, "OK, that's enough. Time to get up."

"Can't I see the rest of you? Can I feel your legs? Can I..."

Mom cut me off. "No, Avie, I don't think that would be such a good idea." But she said that with a small smile, which was encouraging. She lowered her nightie and told me to use the bathroom first. So I got out of bed and walked around the bed, knowing that she could see my erection in my pajamas. There was nothing I could do about it. Seconds later I was standing over the toilet waiting for my cock to go down enough so I could piss.

Shortly, I was in the kitchen, pouring myself some orange juice, when Mom came in wearing shorts. I knew she had shorts, but she hardly ever wore them. I had wondered about that before, and decided that maybe she was shy about her hairy legs. For whatever reason, she never shaved them. But there she was wearing shorts and she couldn't contain a smile as she glanced at me looking at her legs.

"You wanted to see my legs, right?"

"Yeah, Mom, thank you. They look really great."

Mom had on an oversized shirt so I couldn't really see her breasts anymore. So I contented myself with her legs and decided they looked muscular and shapely, as well as hairy. 'Too bad she doesn't show them off more, ' I thought.

As Mom made breakfast, I watched her walk back and forth. She'd look at me occasionally, but didn't say anything. Finally she said, "I heard Angel get up several times during the night, so she is probably still sleeping. We should be quiet."

"OK, Mom," I whispered.

But I had no sooner said that when we heard the bathroom door close.

"So much for that," Mom said with a smile.

Minutes later, Angel groggily came into the kitchen, wearing a large yellow t-shirt that looked great against her tan skin, and it was thin enough that I could see the outline of her breasts and nipples.

"Mornin'," Angel said as she sat down slowly on a kitchen counter stool.

I caught a glimpse that showed me that she was now wearing matching yellow panties underneath, and her legs were in full view. Mom gave her a funny look but Angel was so groggy that I don't think it registered with her.

"So how do you feel, Angel? Did you have a rough morning?" Mom asked.

"I've felt worse. I just need some tea now. I can't drink coffee anymore."

"Oh, OK, honey, coming right up. Lipton OK?"

"Sure."

With two pair of naked hairy legs in the room it wasn't long before I was hard as a rock. I slid low in my chair under the table so it wouldn't be obvious, but I had to adjust myself from time to time.

After Angel got her tea and had drunk a bit of it, she started to look better. She turned to me and had her legs open enough so that I could see a bit of her yellow panties now. "So how did you sleep with your Mom last night, Avie?" she asked with a smile.

"It was great," I said, and then I realized that was probably not the best response to that question.

I saw Mom and Angel exchange looks and smiles but Mom didn't say anything. Soon breakfast was ready and we all sat at the table and ate. Mom and Angel were chatting about something but I was staring at Angel's breasts, trying to make them out under the yellow cotton.

Then Mom got my attention by asking Angel if she was going to breastfeed her baby.

"Of course I am," Angel replied. "I know about the antibodies that mother's milk gives the infant. In fact, I've recently started to leak."

"Already?"

I decided to jump into the conversation. "What do you mean leak, Angel?"

Mom answered instead, "Angel's breasts are starting to get ready for milk production. Milk really gets going after the baby is born but, starting some time around the eighth month, the breasts start producing a little bit."

"Wow," I said, trying to use x-ray vision to look at Angel's tits.

"Well, you've already felt them, Avie, so maybe you'd like to see if I can get anything out? Would that be OK for your boy's education, Yelena?"

"Wow," I said again.

"I think he wants another look," Mom said with a laugh.

"OK, check this out," Angel said as she lifted her shirt and took her left breast in her hands. She massaged her breast for a while and I slid further under the table as my cock grew. Nothing came out of that one so she tried the other breast. Her nipples were huge and all eyes were on them. But no milk.

"Can I give you a suggestion?" Mom asked.

"Of course, Yelena."

"Let me show you how to squeeze them."

With amazement I watched as Mom unbuttoned her shirt, unfastened her bra and pulled it up, then put her hands around her right breast. She put her right thumb above her areola and then squeezed from the bottom with a forward motion. "Try it like this, Angel."

Angel mimicked Mom's technique and, sure enough, after a few squeezes got a drop out.

"Wow," I said, sneakily stroking my cock under the table.

Angel then put both hands around her breast with the drop and brought it up to her mouth where she licked the drop off her nipple. Mom and Angel laughed but I was just open-mouthed and red-faced with excitement.

Angel lowered her t-shirt and said that she was going to take a bath. Mom got up and started to clear off the table. I was really excited and inconspicuously stroked myself as Mom walked around the kitchen. She hadn't buttoned herself up completely after her demonstration so I had brief glimpses of her bra and breasts as she leaned over the table.

After everything was in the dishwasher Mom came over and stood right beside me, on my left, very close. I looked up at her, worried that she had seen me touch myself.

"Do you still want to feel my legs?" Mom asked.

"Wow," was all I could think to say.

"OK, quick, while Angel is in the bathroom." Mom unbuttoned the button above the zipper on her shorts and then unzipped them. Looking behind her at the door, she quickly dropped her shorts and kicked them away.

Mom stood in front of me, lifted her shirt so I could see her white panties, and said, "OK, hurry!"

I ran my hands all over her hairy legs, savoring the shape and feel. As I felt the hair that was escaping from her panties, Mom spread her legs a bit.

"Mom?"

"Yes, Avie."

"Would you turn around?"

"Oh, I'm being so bad," Mom said under her breath but she turned around and then bent over, with her ass about five inches from my nose.

Then I began to notice an odor that really intoxicated me. I put my nose a little closer to the pussy lips that were tightly outlined by her panties, and drew a deep breath as I came mightily in my pants. Mom heard my groan and turned around to see me holding onto my throbbing cock with a wet stain growing on my pants.

"Oh, I'm so bad," Mom said as she bent down and gave me a quick kiss on the mouth. She grabbed her shorts and quickly pulled them on and zipped them up.

"Don't you dare say anything to Angel about this!" Mom whispered emphatically.

"I won't, Mom," I said as I worked the last drops out of my penis.

"Change your pants right now, and when you see Angel, tell her I've gone to the store. I need to take a drive."

"Can I come with you?"

"No! I've got to be by myself for a while. I'll see you later."

Mom walked to the side door and left without saying any more. I heard the car start up and when she gunned it, I heard gravel hitting the side of the house. She didn't do that very often.

Then I heard Angel call from the closed bathroom. "Was that your Mom leaving?"

"Yes," I called back.

"Was she OK?"

"Yeah, she was fine."

"OK, then... Boy, he's really kicking now."