Mom laughed looking over and then down at my cock as it slowly started to rise again, almost unbelievably so.
“Hearing about that turns you on huh?” she continued giggling. “Well…something else then that will no doubt excite you about that, and this is something I’ve never shared with Sophia either,” she then added seeing the sudden curious look my Aunt tossed her way.
“You’ve been keeping secrets sis?” She asked, sitting up, pouring us all a bit more wine.
“A few,” mom answered. “To be honest sis, I never really gave this much thought as there wasn’t really much to it…though in hindsight, perhaps I should have told you about it later even though I soon returned back to school myself. But as busy as both of our lives became after that for a while, it just never came up again.”
“So…what happened?” I wanted to hear the details as obviously something did happen and I was anxious to find out what that was.
“Well, it started out with me coming into the kitchen one morning early while everyone else was still sleeping. Seeing that we were alone, I thought it might be a good time to talk to her about Sophia and I for one, especially after what she’d said to us that night. But for another, I was also curious now about what she’d said, and wanted to hear more, so I asked her. She then told me that she and her sister,
our Aunt, had been periodically experimenting together throughout the years too, something that they’d likewise been engaged in since they were our age, and had continued off and on ever since that. Needless to say, I was surprised, as I’d certainly never suspected that, had never seen anything that would have suggested or indicated they ever had been. But…like I said, mom told me it was a different time then too. Had they ever been caught messing around, their parents would have totally disowned the two of them, so they were very careful.”
“So get to the good part already,” Sophia urged. “Obviously we know all that…but I want to know what happened that you never told anyone about.”
“Patience my dear…I’m getting to that.” As mom continued, I noticed her hand suddenly drop down between her legs, lifting one of them in fact placing it on the couch, something she’d been doing for years whenever she sat down to relax. Though I’d never seen her do so naked of course, which simply had the effect of opening herself quite decadently, more so…when she allowed her fingers to absentmindedly run themselves through her still puffy and swollen split.
“Well get to it faster, you’re making me horny again, especially sitting here watching you.”
Mom realized then what she was doing and almost put her leg back down, moving her hand away.
“No! Keep doing that, and keep telling the story,” I urged her. “I actually think it helps in the telling if you’re doing what you were…not to mention making it more interesting to listen to, while looking at you while you’re ah…fingering yourself,” I commented hearing the lustiness to my own tone of voice.
Obviously my cock had hardened considerably by now as I sat there, now wrapping my own hand around it as I sat there fondling myself now too. Mom smiled looking over at me as I did that, and then went back to diddling herself as she continued.
“Well, ironically enough, as we sat there at the table together, mom finally confided in me, and told me about what she and her sister used to do together. I noticed that her hand was moving, just slightly, but enough to make me realize she was actually playing with herself.”
“Mom? Was I masturbating in front of you?” Sophia suddenly asked, blurting it out. “You’re kidding me!”
“Well not exactly in front of me, I mean she was sitting at the table, so I couldn’t actually see what she was doing, only the hint that she was. But I think it was more along the lines of doing so without even realizing that she was…sort of what I was doing here a moment ago before I realized I was doing the exact same thing. But what that did, was arouse me as well, admittedly.
So here we are, mom telling me how she and her sister used to play a few silly, semi-dangerous games around the house. You know…dashing down the stairs in the basement, standing there in the hallway fingering one another with their dresses lifted up for a couple of minutes, and then running back upstairs again before they were missed. That…or running out back behind the house where the old woodpile was.
She said that it became one of their favorite places to mess around as they could always hear and see if anyone was coming long before they’d have ever been caught. That was where she said they played a game called even and odds.”