To keep the ride from getting too boring, I tried to draw my mom out about silly things she and her sister had gotten up to when they were around my age. Her sister was the more serious one, but they'd been busty teenaged girls: surely they'd done some naughty things in their time! I'd seen pictures in old family albums: they'd both been pretty damned hot! Even then, her sister had gone in for less revealing clothes; but there's only so much you can do to hide tits like these girls had had (and still did, for that matter). I won't deny, I'd masturbated a couple of times sitting in my room fantasizing about being a teenage boy back then, getting his hands on the beautiful tits of my mom and her sister when they had been 21-year-olds, hotter than my girlfriend was. Mom was evasive, but she did get a little giggly thinking about things she obviously decided she didn't want to tell her grown son about. I wondered what kinds of things those were, and my tool began to grow again.
When we got to the airport, we didn't have to wait very long for my aunt's
plane. When my mom spotted her sister, she shouted and ran up to her. When I saw the two of them embracing each other, I realized anew that while they are both attractive women, for sisters they don't look very similar, except for their hefty bosoms.
Mom (Sally) is in her early forties, with blonde hair usually kept in bangs, slim (except for those tits), with a shapely ass, and has never minded displaying a little cleavage (she's a little flirty by nature). Her sister, my aunt Joan, is in her late 30s and has long brown hair, that she wears in a ponytail; she's zaftig, rather than slender. She's more serious, and tries to distract attention from her tits and other curves by not wearing too revealing clothes. Today she was in a sweater and pants outfit that didn't do much to hide the evidence. The sight of these two beauties together kept my pecker harder than ever, and when my aunt came over to give me a kiss on the cheek, I tried to conceal it.
I helped them load the luggage into the car (Aunt Joan packs light), and took advantage of the opportunity to ogle those two fine asses. I suddenly got a funny look from Mom, and blushed lightly at the fear that she'd caught me peeking. |