That evening, on my nightly rounds, I found Aunt Tammy's door ajar. Sure enough, she was lying on top of her sheets with a bedside lamp on. She was dressed in a pink satin teddy with black trim that ended just above her belly button. A pink thong barely covered her pussy. Not wanting to push my luck, I stayed on the outside of her door and looked in. Damn she was hot.
I was there for about fifteen minutes before her hands started to move. Her left hand made its way to her crotch where it smoothed any wrinkles in her panties. The other made it to her chest where it started rubbing her tits. The action slowly increased in pace. Finally her left hand found its way under her thong. A moan escaped her lips. It was all I could do not to go in and help her.
Though still partially covered by her panties, I could make out her fingers as they spread her lips open and started to slide in. With seemingly circular jerks and deep plunges she got herself going.
Her back was now arched. The look on her face was a mixture of pleasure and pain. Her right hand was pulling at her nipples and squeezing her chest. By now I could make out at least two of her fingers in her pussy. Then with a final groan, she arched her back even more and went over the edge.
I quietly backed down the hall and made it back to my room. On my way, I noticed Mom's door was just barely open. Not enough to see in but still not quite closed. I took this as encouragement.
A few days later, I had a few friends over to play cards. There were about ten of us who met together every week, taking turns whose house we went to. Usually about five of us made it each week.
We were just your normal guys. Some of them played sports but none of us were the stars. Some of us took the college prep classes but none of us were in the top ten of our class.
I had missed the last few weeks and they hadn't been to my house since Mom and Tammy began dressing more seductively. They were in for a surprise.
We usually played in the basement. This allowed us to sneak a few cigars and beers in. I couldn't let them down there right now; the setup photo shoot would have been impossible to hide.
I figured for one week we could play at my kitchen table and I had even asked Mom about it. She said that would be great. It would allow her to talk with some of the guys. We had been hanging together for a long time and she knew most of them.
We were headed to the kitchen to play but when we got there, we found flower, dough and apples on the table. Mom was in there with an apron.
"I am sorry," she explained. "I had wanted to get this done before hand so you could all have a snack. I set out some couch cushions on the floor," she pointed to five cushions in a circle right next to the table.
I was going to suggest finding another place when I noticed what Mom was wearing under the apron. She had on one of her short black skirts, high heels, thigh highs stockings (I could just make out the tops) and a scoop neck blouse.
Time to play along, I realized.
"No problem Mom," I sat down on a cushion closest to the table. The others followed suit.
The show was quick in coming. She went over to the table and started rolling out the pie doe.
I noticed the boys one by one start to look over my shoulder. One or two tapped his neighbor to get him to notice. They tried to hide their gazing from me but I already knew what they were doing.
Making believe to have just noticed what they were looking at, I glanced up over my shoulder.
The back of Mom's legs were almost touching my back while she had to bend over as she worked on the piecrust. This gave all of us with a lower vantage point an excellent look up her skirt.
Black garters were holding up her dark nylons. She was wearing French cut panties instead of her usual thong panties. Still, I had to think she had helped them to wedge themselves deeply in her crack for I couldn't imagine them getting there by themselves. The thin strip of material on the front allowed us to see the bareness of the edges of her close shaven pussy.
The other boys held there breathe not knowing how I would react. I turned back at them and gave them thumbs up, mouthing 'hot'. Tim, one of the players, pulled out his cell phone. Looking at me for permission, he snapped a picture of Mom's ass. This caused Rob to giggle.
Mom turned around to see what the commotion was about. Tim quickly ditched his phone in his lap. Mom feigned ignorance of our quickly shifting gazes as she looked back at us.
"That was a silly hand," I did my lamest to cover up. "Redial." I threw down the cards.
Mom went back to work.
After getting my approval, the boy's eyes were glued to Mom's ass. Several others took phone pics. Even with my looking back between each play, I still was doing better than the rest of the distracted players.
I would have to have some of the boys send me a couple pictures. I would figure a way to 'accidentally' let Mom see them. Wondering what other guy might be looking at her ass should give her a good zing.
Between Mom making the pies and her cleaning up the mess, we had almost an hour of view time. I could tell it was getting to Mom. Since I was closest, I could smell her arousal as well as see the beads of juice start to form on her panties.
Excusing herself, she took off her apron and left us while the pies finished cooking.
She returned when the timer rang. Cutting us each a slice and applying some ice cream, she put them on a tray to pass out.
Bending down to Tim as he was seated on the floor gave him a good view down her shirt.
Looking at the slices on the platter, she asked, "Which do you want?" His jaw was wide open as he gazed down at her tits. I am sure most of were thinking which tit we would want.
"That one," he finally managed.
Tim was not the only one getting an eyeful. Standing between Tim and Rob with her knees only slightly bent, gave Rob behind her another glimpse of her ass. He seemed to be taking full advantage.
After handing Tim the slice he had indicated and a glass of milk, she swiveled to Rob. Son on down the line she went.
When it was my turn, I saw she had on a matching red bra with black lace. It just barely covered her nipple, the top half of her areole peeking out. I also notice she must have put on a fresh pair of red panties only due to the dryness they exhibited.
On an impulse, I stood up and gave her a big hug. "Thanks Mom, your the best." I could feel her intake of breath as I crushed her boobs against my chest. The arousing touch of a male, I thought to myself. She stood there a little shell-shocked.
Looking back at the others, I nodded my head. Tom, knowing some of what was up, was first of the boys to stand and give her a hug. "Thanks Mrs. B."
I watched her breathing pick up and her face become more flushed as each boy gave her a hug.
Finally after the last hug, she backed away towards the stove just smiling.
"Your all welcome," she managed to get out.
I realized I could just smell her arousal over the scent of the apple pie as she made her exit.
After our little desert, I decided to call it a night. As I walked with them to door, we caught a view of Aunt Tammy in short tight Lycra shorts and a brief sports bra doing a martial arts workout in the recreation room. Since we decided to do the comic, the girls had temporarily switched from their dance class to a martial arts class.
Her bends and stretches left little to the imagination. When she shoved her chest out, her boobs swelled over the top of her bra. With her high kicks, the shorts stretched tight against her pussy. We sat there about ten minutes before she 'seemed' to notice us.
"Hello," she smiled at us. She didn't seem embarrassed at all. "Did you guys just show up? Would any of you like to learn a move or two?" she asked.
"Not right now," I told her to the disappointment of my friends. "Maybe next time." I knew Mom was pretty aroused and wanted to see how she would handle it.
"Yeah, we could come over here next week," grinned Rob. Then looked hesitantly at me.
I looked at the others and got their nods of approval. "Sure," I agreed. From that night on, we met at my house.
Mom and Aunt Tammy went right to bed after the boys left. I figured they were a little excited from their first showing.
I gave them a little to get settled before I went on my walk. I got to Mom's door first. It was cracked about two inches open. I guess the show she put on for the boys help loosen her up a little.
Looking in, I could see her lying on top of the sheets with a bright night-light on and a mask over her eyes. Just yesterday I have upgraded the wattage on the night-light. It was almost as bright as her room light.
She had on a pale blue buster that barely covered her areoles and stopped just short of her naval. A matching g-string barely concealed her pussy and hid nothing of her ass. She had pale blue thigh high stockings held up with garters attached to the bottom edge of the buster. I could tell that she must now tan in the nude.
She was hot.
I inched the door open. Going back to the dining room, I grabbed a chair to stand on. Equipped with my camera, I snapped a few low light pictures of her spread out on her bead.
I watched as her hands gently caressed her breasts. Her left hand wandered towards her love box as a soft moan escaped her lips.
As soon as her hand touched her pussy, it was as if an electric shock ran through her. All her sexual buildup of the day came out. Her finger sunk into her, only the fabric of the panties holding it back.
She fixed this quickly by pushing the fabric to the side. This was my first clear view of Mom's pussy.
I snapped a few pictures of her, daring to use a flash and zoom lens. I held my breath, ready to make a speedy retreat, waiting to see if she would notice. Either her mask was good enough to block out the flash or she was to engrossed in her play to notice.
By now her other hand had freed one of her boobs. She licked her finger before returning to rub her nipple. It was hot to watch her as she pressed down on it and let it pop back up.
By now her moans had increased in volume and intensity. A second finger had joined the first finger in its dip into her hot hole.
I noticed her swap fingers before letting one of the juiced up fingers slide toward her ass crack. When the tow fingers were completely inserted the third lubricated finger rubbed her asshole. Though she did not go further in this direction, it already helped me glimpse another step in her progress.
She was anything but smooth now as she worked to reach her peak. Grabbing her loose boob she positioned it to be able to suck on her own nipple as with one deep plunge she plummeted over the rock precipice.
As her breathing quieted down, I quietly made my exit. I purposely left the door open about twice as wide as it had been before. I hoped this would give her wonder if someone had seen her get off.
I finished my rounds, finding Aunt Tammy having already finished her fantasy. She lay on the bed sucking her fingers clean.
Finally making it to my bedroom, I found I needed a change my boxers before retiring. I was very pleased with the progress I was seeing.
The day prior to the photo shoot was another hypnotism session. After putting all five of them under I issued the command, "Black Ops."
Is it more natural for a woman to have a penis stimulate her or her own fingers?" I questioned.
"Penis," came the hesitant replies. I was encouraged to hear this from Jane, her reprogramming was coming around.
"Sometimes people discover that what they thought was bad is actually good," I added doing some prep work for the loops. "It was once thought that bathing was bad for you, now we know it is good for you."
"The next few loops I give you, I want you not to work on for 48 hours." I had already instilled the logic I wanted them to have for the shoot and I didn't want them trying to work on new loops while going through the next day.
"Ultra Logic Loop 70 - It is more natural to be stimulated by a penis than your fingers and a dildo or vibrator is more like a penis than your fingers therefore if a penis is not available, it should feel more natural to use what other than your fingers?"
"Ultra Logic Loop 71 - Toys make everything more fun and there are sex toys for sex therefore using sex toys make sex more what?"
"Ultra Logic Loop 72 - It is natural for men to be more dominant and bondage is one means for expressing dominance therefore it is natural for men to enjoy subjecting woman to bondage."
"End Loops," I commanded. I wanted to add a few more suggestions before continuing.
"Have you ever discovered you like something by accident? I mean like you accidentally ate something you hated as a kid and discovered as an adult you actually like it?"
"Yes," they all eventually agreed.
"Have you ever had an itch that felt so good that when you scratched it almost gave a sense of sexual pleasure to get release?"
"Yes," again they all agreed.
"To help you discover some new pleasures, I am going to place an itch on you. This itch will give you sexual pleasure as you scratch it. In order for this itch to work, you must not think of where you are scratching while you are doing it. You must only feel the pleasure it gives you to scratch it. To help in this, it will happen in the early mornings before you completely awaken. You will find that having lubricant on you finger helps eliminate the itch. To this end, you will keep a dab of lubricant on a tissue near your bed which you will unconsciously apply while scratching the itch."
"For three mornings itch will start in the same place and travel towards the closest pleasure hole on you body. Each say it will travel closer to the hole, reaching it on the third day. The closer it comes to the hole, the more pleasurable it will feel. On the forth morning it will enter the first inch of your pleasure hole. The more you rub it, the more pleasurable it will feel. You will continue to rub the itch until you reach an orgasm and then fall back asleep keeping your finger in the hole. Then each morning it will go an inch-and-a-half deeper into the hole until your complete finger is submerged. You will awaken each morning with the realization that you have enjoyed the experience and will get more and more comfortable with the idea of it. When you are completely comfortable with the idea, you will no longer need the itch to motivate you but will still feel the pleasure."
"The itch will begin tonight at your lower back where your ass cheeks start to form."
I ended the night with the usual good feelings and memories of weight loss discussions. I wanted them to get a good night sleep for the upcoming day.