Hunter’s s*xy snippets

After waking up, I groggily walked to my bathroom. I entered and used the toilet, then washed my hands and face. I proceeded to mosey downstairs, wearing my typical "leisurewear" at home—T-shirt and lightweight shorts. They were navy polyester, very thin and soft. Perfect for going commando in.

When I reached downstairs, I saw Aunt Julia—or Auntie as I called her—in the kitchen. It was just across the foyer. She hadn't spotted me yet, so I snuck around the foyer and into the living room, hugging the wall separating it from the kitchen. I proceeded to peer around the corner, and ogled Auntie's giant boobs as they bounced in her snug red T-shirt, while she reached for something in an upper cabinet. I was hard in an instant, and began touching myself over the shorts.

Auntie's profile view was astounding, or at least her top half. She was the polar opposite of Mom, who was practically flat-chested and yet had this tiny waist and a disproportionately huge butt. Auntie, however, had neither; she wasn't nearly as petite as her younger sister, and had a pretty uneventful butt.

I didn't care. She visited frequently, always babysitting me whenever Mom wasn't here, even if she simply went to the store. Auntie had a successful Etsy store that raked in big bucks but it was Mom's short stint in modeling and then owning a clothing line that really made the family money.

So, they weren't really tied to any jobs.

Which meant a lot of at-home time. And Mom especially loved my company—not to say that Auntie didn't, of course—so she didn't bother with public, or private for that matter, schooling. She home-schooled me with her sister's help October through May. June to September was my "summer break," although their leniency during aforementioned "homeschooling" bordered on the absurd.

Naturally, I couldn't complain.

Especially these last two weeks, during which I've been dealing with a burgeoning attraction to them.

"Dang it," Auntie said, sighing and dropping down from her tip-toes to her heels. She wore socks on the tile floor, and the drop to flat feet made her jugs bounce again.

I realized she wasn't wearing a bra. Not uncommon for Auntie, even around me. Mom didn't, either, but with B-cups that wasn't surprising. Auntie's were, I think, like…G-cups.

Well, she did own bras. According to my snooping, Auntie's boobs were 38G.

Whatever the heck that meant.

All I knew was that they were each as big as, if not bigger than, my freaking head. The same could be said about each of Mom's butt-cheeks, too.

"Where's that stool?" She looked around.

I pulled back, my heart racing.

"Tony, is that you?"

My eyes widened, back to the wall, and I tried catching my breath. My erection refused to diminish right away.

"Honey?" I heard soft footfalls, transitioning from tile floor to wood.

I couldn't get the sight out of my head—Auntie's huge boobs bouncing ever so slightly as she walked.

Suddenly I careened around the corner, knees bent and feet apart, arms spread and fingers curled like claws. I made a hissing sound.

Auntie stopped in her tracks, a foot from me, and yelped.

She giggled right after. "You funny boy."

When she tried to hug me, I eluded her, knees still bent, and scampered under her right arm. Into the kitchen. I snatched a stool by the counter as fast as I could, so that I would conceal my boner by sitting.

"Where's Mommy, I'm hungry!" I said, fists against the counter.

Auntie smiled on approach, and then hugged me from my right side. I felt her left boob press into my arm. She kissed my temple, her long dark brown hair tickling my ear.

"She's at the office, should be back in an hour or two. I can make you something, though."

I peered up at her with my puppy-eyes. "You can be my…my Mommy for now?"

"Aww, you bet I can," she smiled, and then pursed her lips and kissed my brow.

I felt her boobs mush against my right shoulder.

She then tittered and turned away. "What do you want?"

"Grits and scrambled eggs!"

"Sure thing, cutie. Just give me a minute. Do you know where the step-stool is?"

"Under the sink."

"Oh, right, duh!" She went and stooped to retrieve it. She was wearing black yoga pants that hugged her body as snugly as the shirt, but honestly, her back-end kind of bored me. Especially with what Mom had to offer.

I looked away and sighed.

I didn't know how to control myself otherwise, though. And this whole "second Mommy" business felt risky. Maybe even a kind of betrayal.

Last week during Mom's all-evening absence one day, Auntie saw how sad I was that she was gone and cuddled me, sweet-talking me and trying to lighten my mood. So much boob contact, but fortunately I'd been lying on my side on the couch, knees tucked to conceal it. My head on her lap, and occasionally she's stoop to pet my hair and face, and her clothed jugs would brush my ear or cheek.

That evening she said she loved me like a son and I impulsively replied "I love you, too, Mommy." I apologized but she insisted how lovely that was to hear, and wouldn't mind hearing it more if I was wanted.

Since then, anytime Mom was absent, I wouldn't hesitate. Except that it was risky for more than one reason; not just for fear that Mom would find out and be mad, but that calling Auntie that—who often felt like my second Mom, given how much she was there for me over the years—made me so much hornier.

And I was beginning to feel less and less ashamed by it.

Auntie got to her feet and used the step-stool to retrieve something from the top cabinet. I started to turn and ogle her but didn't really have a good vantage point; besides, she was back down to her feet really quick.

"What were you trying to reach?" I asked.

She set the canister of oatmeal mix onto the counter. "Wanted to have a bowl."

"Oh, that sounds nice. I'm not interrupting, am I?"

"Not at all, sweetheart." She gently pinched my cheek.

"How long are you staying today? Just to babysit me?"

"No, actually. I had a great week with the store, and now that it's Friday, I figured I'd spend the weekend with you two. The three of us can have a blast."

My eyes lit up. "Oh, really!? I'm so excited!"

"Hehe," she giggled. "I'm happy you are."

She got out the grits mix, two eggs, and the necessary dishware. She tied her hair back into a ponytail before beginning. She did most of her preparation on the counter facing me. I gulped quietly and struggled not to glance at her boobs.

A few minutes passed, of her turning away and tending to other stuff on the counter by the sink, and using the microwave above the stove to the right of it.

She was leaving her oatmeal to last, but had prepared it already.

While the grits cooked up, she broke and stirred the eggs with a whisk. This motion made her boobs jiggle something fierce. I didn't even realize it but I as staring in a matter of seconds; fortunately my eyes weren't shockingly wide.

"Are you okay, dear?" She asked, and I barely heard her voice over the practically violent sound of her beating the egg yolks in a plastic bowl.

"Huh?" I asked, trying to save face.

"You looked like you were zoning out or something. Sleep well?"

"Y-Yeah, yeah, I, um…I did. I just…" I shook my head.

"What is it?" She laughed. She stopped with the eggs, turned, and poured them into the pan. She used a spatula and began scrambling them, while glancing up at the microwave. And then she looked over her shoulder, ponytail swinging. "You can be honest with me, Tony. Just like you are with Jailyne."

Oh, yeah—Mom's name.

I rarely really heard it, Auntie usually just called her "sis" or variations of that, and naturally I knew her by heart as Mommy.

"I know, I just…"

She shook her head and then focused on the cooking. The microwave alarm went off and she tended to that, taking the bowl of grits out and setting it on a potholder. She then retrieved some butter to mix it in, and returned to the eggs.

Everything was ready for me a mere minute later. She served the bowl of grits with a spoon and the peppered scrambled eggs on a plate, with a fork and napkin.

"Careful, it's hot," she said. "Did you want to sit here, or—"

"Here. I want to be with you." I practically blurted it out.

"Aww, that's sweet of you." She stood between the stool to my left, and my left arm. She rubbed my back and leaned against the counter, her left forearm on the granite, while her left boob dented against the ledge.

I tried to do no more than glance at it in my lower periphery.

"Now, as I was saying, I mean it, Tony. I know how close you are with her, how honest and forward. I really want that for us."

"I like you shirt, Mommy!" I blurted, and simultaneously poked her right boob with a finger.

She giggled, amused if anything, but certainly not upset.

"Aw, you do?" She smiled, looking only at me.

I gulped. "I think you look really p-pretty in bright colors."

"Oh, that's so sweet." I felt her hand on my nape. She leaned forward and kissed my cheek. "Thank you, darling."

"Sorry about…touching you, I just…I wasn't thinking."

"Hehe, not at all, silly. I know how much you love hugs and kisses, even poking and tickling." Another giggle. "So don't worry."

I gulped. "Okay."

I looked down. Not at her boobs but below. I could barely see her tummy from around her enormous bust, but sure enough when she had been reaching up into that cabinet, her red shirt had ridden up her stomach a few inches. Enough to expose some pale, soft midriff.

I reached with my left hand and gently poked her fleshy tummy.

She giggled. "What're you doing, silly boy?"

"Your tummy is showing. It just looks…like, really…soft."

"Aww, well, I'd like to think that it is."

"Can I…feel?"

Her brow furrowed. I was afraid for a split-second. And then:

"Of course, silly boy."

I rubbed her stomach with my left palm. My dick, under my shorts, throbbed. Fortunately due to my sitting position, she couldn't see.

Finally I stopped, and then rubbed her crumpled shirt above her belly-button.

"It's soft, too," I said. "Your shirt, I mean."

"Oh, I know, it's super comfy."

"That's good." My hand raised to her left boob, but I denied myself the risk and went for my fork instead. I began eating. With a mouthful I added: "Go on, make your oatmeal."

"I will, dear. Anything else I can get you?"

"Oh, yeah! Milk, please!"

"Right, so sorry."

She turned and rushed to the fridge. As she poured my milk, I ogled nothing but my plate and bowl of grits, trying to distract myself. She returned with the milk, and I didn't say anything.

"Anything else for Mommy's sweetheart?"

My dick pulsed.

"A kiss?" I asked, brow furrowed, face lifted.

"Of course, my darling," she said softly, and puckered her lips. She kissed my brow, and then Eskimo-kissed my nose. I giggled and she did, too.

"Thank you, Mommy. And for breakfast."

"Anytime, honey."

She turned to make her oatmeal. I tried to avoid glancing at her as she did, and just scarfed down my breakfast. I finished everything just as her oatmeal was ready.

"You must've been hungry, huh?" She asked.

"Yes, and it was so good." I rubbed my stomach. In that time my boner had diminished, and the inside of my shorts were damp with pre-cum.

"Happy to hear," she smiled.

I began to get up, plate and glass in my hand, but she shook her head, and waved her finger.

"Uh-uh, Tony, we've talked about this. You're so nice to us, but we've told you before, we're happy to take care of you, dear."

I nodded. "I'm working on accepting just how amazing you two are to me."

"Aww, well, we're more than delighted." She brought her bowl and glass of milk past me. "You can just leave it there, I'll get it when I'm done."

"Where are you going?"

"Sit on the couch. Want to join?"

"Do I!" I beamed, reacting on a whim.

She smiled big and then yelped when I scurried past her. I plopped onto the couch before she arrived, leaving the center cushion for her. I set a cushioned lap-tray that she and Mom often used, onto the coffee table.

"Thanks, sugar," she said, and stooped to my right to set her warm bowl of oatmeal and glass of milk onto the lap-tray. My gaze adhered to her drooping boobs in the snug red T-shirt. I suddenly realized that sitting in a regular posture exposed my small but noticeable erection. So I tucked my legs up, crossing them, before she noticed.

She sat down, lap-tray on her thighs.

I scooted closer to her, my right knee touching her left leg.

She smiled down at me and then looked at the TV. She began to reach for the remote on the coffee table.

"Careful, you're gonna knock over the milk with your huge boobies!" I blurted, standing and reaching over her lap to snatch the remote. I withdrew and sat down immediately, eyes wide. "I mean. I, uh…"

Auntie giggled. "You're so cute."

She took the remote from my hand and then gasped softly.

"Oh, honey."

I suddenly realized I had sat down in a regular posture—feet together, legs over the side. My boner-tented shorts were clear as day.

"I, I'm so sorry!" I said, my voice trembling. I rose to my knees, facing her. My thinly clothed boner—a spot of the navy polyester damp—inadvertently poked her left boob from the side. Indenting the full, soft flesh. She peered up at me, instead of down at it. "P-Please forgive me, Auntie!"

"Aww, what happened to 'Mommy'?" Her brow furrowed.

"I mean, I…if…if you're not mad, I—"

"Hush, Tony, of course I'm not mad. Would Mommy get mad at you for just being yourself?"

"Um…no…I…I don't think so, I mean…"

"She told me, Tony, you can relax."

I gulped. "She…told you…what?"

"About your hug yesterday. You hugged her from behind, like you are now. You acted embarrassed but she told you not to be, to be comfortable with yourself around her, because she loves you so much. And I do, too."

"So…she isn't mad about it, either?"

My boner was still indenting Auntie's left boob.

"Not even a little. I think it's adorable, and absolutely the sweetest gesture."

I gave a little push, deepening the indentation. I gasped softly.

"I…I just…you're so…pretty and…"

"Aww, hehe. Don't be shy, honey."

"But what if…what if Mommy finds out?"

"Trust me, Tony, nothing wrong with being affectionate in your own special way."

My heart was racing. I suddenly pulled my shorts down and my dick sprang free. It dribbled pre-cum onto her red shirt, and then I thrusted into her side-boob again.

"You're so huggable, Mommy!" I whimpered, my left hand crossing her chest to squeeze her right boob, while my head bowed, face against her brow.

"Aww, well aren't you cute?" She chuckled and reached up to pet my face.

"I…I had a stupid thought about what I said earlier…"

"What's that, dear? Go ahead. Be—"

"It would be ironic if you knocked over your milk with your fat jugs!" I thrusted more madly, repeatedly indenting her soft, full, huge boobs. The red shirt truly was silky.

Now my left hand absconded from her right boob to caress her neck and face.

She laughed gently. "You're adorable."

"I love you so much, Mommy! I love…I love…"

"Aw, I love you, too, sugar. And it warms my heart every time you call me that."

"I love…I love…"

"Don't be shy," she whispered, looking up at me.

I withdrew my hips, dipped them, and thrusted up into Auntie's left under-boob. I struggled to lift it with my barely-five-inch erection, but the heft of it tipped the scales of my arousal.

"Your giant boobies!" I exhaled, and my dick slipped out from under her left boob, erupting the biggest load I've ever shot, right into her bowl of oatmeal. "Oh my God, Mommy!"

She gasped softly. "Oh, Tony, sweetheart!"

My head nuzzled hers, my face in her hair, as I felt my balls drain. Finally I stopped, and dared look her in the eye again.

"You ejaculated into my oatmeal, dear," she said bluntly, but with a small smile.

"I'm so sorry, I—"

"No, nonsense, don't apologize. I was just surprised, hehe. Why don't you go get washed up, darling."

I slunk back, in utter awe.

More so as I watched her stir my cum into her oatmeal, and—

Take in spoonfuls. No grimacing, just casual eating.

I blinked, slowly.

"I love you so much, Mommy," I said quietly.

"Hehe, I'm so happy to hear that, honey. I'll never get tired of it."

I gulped, trying to wrap my brain around this.

"I'm going to go rinse off, and then…"

Auntie's phone, back in the kitchen, began ringing.

"Oh, dang," she said. "Can you go grab that for me?"

I didn't hesitate. I fetched it for her. My eyes quickly widened and my heart pounded at the realization that it was Mom calling.

I handed it to Auntie, just after she spoon-fed another bite.

She set the phone on her lap-tray and hit the speaker button.

"Hey, sis!" Auntie said.

"Hey! I'm on my way, okay? Should be home in fifteen, twenty minutes."

"Sounds great. You're on speaker, by the way."

"Oh! Is Tony up?"

"Hi, Mommy," I said, my voice a little shaky.

"Good morning, sleepyhead! Well, almost noon, huh?"

"Yeah, I…I miss you!"

"Aww, I miss you, too, sweetie. Sorry I wasn't there when you got up. Just finished at work, looking forward to this weekend. Did Aunt Julia tell you?"

"Um, that she's staying the weekend?"

"Yes! It's been a while."

"I'm really excited!" I said. "C-Can't wait for you to get home."

It was a partial lie, that second bit. I was so nervous! What if Auntie told her what I did!?

"Aw, I am, too, sweetie! I'll see you shortly."

"Drive safe, sis!"

"Yep, bye!" She made a kissing sound over the phone and then hung up. I looked at Auntie; she swiped her phone and then turned the screen off.

"You're not gonna tattle on me, are you?"

She scoffed playfully. "Silly, there's nothing to tattle about. You didn't do anything wrong. But if you don't want me to say anything, I won't."

"Please don't."

"Okay, but does that mean you're not gonna be yourself around me anymore?"

"No, I mean…I don't know, I just…"

"That would make me sad, Tony." She pouted.

"I'll always love you," I said, and nuzzled her forehead. I kissed her brow and whispered: "Mommy."

She smiled softly. "Don't be afraid to show it, sugar."

"I'll try." I withdrew and pulled my shorts up before running upstairs. Just about as fast as my dang heart raced.

———x———

Fortunately, I was done rinsing off and changing before Mom got home. I simply put on a different pair of the same thing, but stopped as I began to exit my room. I paused and looked down, thinking. Scheming! I mulled over not only what Auntie said, everything, but her whole demeanor, and moreover, Mom's reaction to my boner-hug yesterday. Brief and awkward as it was, she had been very calm and comforting about it, although I didn't really give her a chance to talk with me on the matter.

My brow furrowed and I decided to take a smaller risk than I had earlier with Auntie. I exchanged my polyester shorts with silk boxers. They were very short and had a buttonless fly that my boner could poke through at ease.

A deep breath later, and I exited my room.

I was three steps downstairs when I heard a car door shut outside. I gasped under my breath and then rushed down the steps. I peered through the curtained windows to the left of the front door, and saw Mom approaching from her parked BMW.

Auntie's must be in the garage. Which probably didn't make Mom too happy.

They usually got along, at least in my presence. Sometimes I could detect underlying issues between them, but they seemed to always avoid arguing so long as I was around.

I wondered if this would persist given my "new developments" with Auntie, and even Mom for that matter.

I opened the door as soon as I heard her keys jingling outside.

Her eyes widened and she wore a big smile. "Tony!"

"Mommy!" I beamed, and hugged her as soon as she crossed the threshold. She was wearing high-waisted jeans with a big black belt and a crop-top, exposing her midriff. Although she looked great in jeans, they weren't the most comfortable thing to hug her in, from any angle, especially with such a belt on. So I kept my pelvis away, leaning forward into the hug instead.

She patted my back with her free hand—the other carried a purse—and kissed my temple.

Then I withdrew and closed the door for her as she entered. She removed her heels and set them in the shoe closet to the right of the door, opposite the base of the stairs.

I glanced at her butt in the process, how snug the denim was, and how incredibly wide her hips were.

I heard dishes clanking and running water in the kitchen.

Mom shut the shoe closet door and turned to face me.

"How've you been, sweetie?" She asked, a hand on my cheek.

"Great, Mommy," I chanced. "Auntie made me breakfast."

"Oh, that's wonderful. How nice of her."

"I missed you. You…You look amazing, Mommy."

"Aww, thanks so much, dear."

"Not very comfy, though," I added.

"Well, not as comfy as I could be, sure."

"You're home now, Mommy! Go get comfy."

"Always so thoughtful," she smiled. And then walked past me, toward the kitchen. I ogled her bubble-butt in the skintight jeans. How she had managed to stuff herself into those was beyond me. "Hi, Julia, I'm home!"

I heard the running water and clinking dishes stop.

"Hey! Happy you made it so soon."

I couldn't see Auntie, as I remained by the front door. Mom stopped just at the edge of the kitchen, on his side of the counter, by the stools. Her profile was as jaw-dropping as Mom's, but as I said before, in a different manner. Her waist-to-butt ratio was almost unnatural. And yet both Mom and Auntie were one-hundred-percent natural.

"I'm gonna go get changed," Mom said, gesturing over her shoulder. "Then maybe we can discuss what to do today. Nothing outside, unfortunately, it looks like it's gonna rain."

"Oh, that's a shame. We have all weekend, though."

"Yes, of course." Mom took a step closer. I stayed far away, but my ears were attentive. Mom's voice lowered. I could only make out a few words. "…was Tony? …miss anything?…okay?"

Auntie, however, was crisp in her response.

"Oh, he's been great. As always. He's very happy I'm staying the weekend."

I swore it sounded like that last sentence was said with a certain smugness.

"Right. Well, I am, too." Mom started to walk away, and waved.

I sat down on the steps and began fidgeting with my hands before Mom turned to face my direction all the way.

I looked up once she got closer. "Were you waiting for me or something? I'm sorry, sweetie."

I stood up. "No, I just…I don't know."

She smiled and brushed her long black hair over a shoulder.

"Okay, cutie. Mommy's gonna go change."

"Did you say it's gonna rain?"

"Oh, yes. But that's okay. We can have fun inside."

"Anything with you and Auntie is fun."

She smiled. "You're so sweet." Her gaze fell, but only briefly, before climbing back up to my eyes. Fortunately I wasn't hard at the moment. "I see you're dressed for staying at home anyway."

She said it with a chuckle.

"Oh, I just…" I gulped and shrugged. And then I frowned a little. "Is it bad? Should I go change?"

"Oh, no, not at all, Tony. I mean it…you should be as comfy as possible. This isn't some prison, silly. It's home, and we both love you very much. So don't be shy."

I nodded slowly. "You…You, too, Mommy. Be comfy." I poked her tummy gently.

She giggled. "I will, sweetie." She kissed my forehead and then walked past me, up the stairs.

I watched for a few steps, until she glanced back down at me, and then I looked away, probably way too obviously.

Idiot!

Once she vanished upstairs, I scurried into the kitchen. Auntie was finished with the dishes, and turned in time to see my entrance.

In the time since my departure from the couch, she had changed as well. She must have been fast about it, but I did remember hearing footsteps down the hall outside my door when I was in my room earlier. As soon as she had finished her oatmeal, I suspected, she rushed upstairs to change, likely so that Mom wouldn't see the pre-cum spots on her shirt, even though she could have passed them off as food or milk.

She had kept her black yoga pants, though, as clearly changing those would have taken more time. Although part of me imagined that stuffing her jugs into any snug top would be the most time-consuming, albeit not nearly as much as Mom's butt into something like jeans.

Or, heck, anything for that matter.

Auntie now wore, instead of a soft red T-shirt over no bra, a…well, basically a white version of that. Possibly thinner, even as I could see the impressions of her nipples against the white fabric. Part of me wondered if Mom had not been too pleased upon seeing her busty sister wearing something like that, knowing I was around.

Going braless wasn't unusual for her, regardless of my presence, but to this extent was next level.

I gulped and tried not to stare.

"Do I look okay?" She asked, pouting. "Not as pretty as red?"

I shook my head fervently. "No, Auntie, you look…just…wow in white."

"Aww, hehe. So sweet of you to say. Give me a hug, sugar?"

I hugged her, unashamedly nuzzling her boobs. The shirt was so thin. I felt myself harden and in no time my boner emerged from my boxers to poke her pelvis.

I immediately withdrew, apologizing.

"Shh, remember what we talked about, Tony," she said. "In fact, I don't even know why you're wearing those. Is it comfy?"

"I…" I looked over my shoulder, and then back up at her. "I don't know if Mommy would approve."

"Well I do, and aren't I your Mommy, too?" She tilted her head.

I gave in to her sentiment and dropped my boxers. I put them on a nearby stool and then glanced down at my exposed boner. Except now it began to shrink, either from mortification or anxiety, if not both.

"Oh, honey," she smiled softly, gently touching my face. "Don't overthink it. Just relax, and be comfortable."

I gulped. Now I was almost unbearably nervous for Mom to come down.

I looked over my shoulder again.

Auntie stepped closer. "You worry too much, darling."

I looked up at her, our height difference only a few inches.

My gaze descended to her boobs. My voice quieted.

"You…You distract me…Mommy."

"That's so cute," she smirked.

I ogled her boobs clear as day, and then looked to the side, at her butt. My gaze returned to her face.

"Now you really look like a cow, Mommy," I said through a small voice. "Black and white and…and…and udders!"

Both hands raised to her boobs, struggling to squeeze them comprehensively.

She laughed in a high pitch, and didn't slap my hands away or withdraw. Nor reprimand me for my comparison of her to a cow.

"You're so cute! Hehe." She kissed my brow.

I gulped. My heart pounding. My dick throbbing.

Somehow, outside the sound of my pulse in my temples, I heard Mom's hasty footfalls down the stairs. I immediately withdrew and turned left then right, and then left again, maniacally looking for my dang boxers!

By the time I caught them—with my eyes only—Mommy turned the corner.

She gasped softly. "Sweetie!"

"I…I can explain, Mommy, I—" I looked over at Auntie, who just nodded once, her hands held in front of her. And then I looked at Mommy, who really didn't even appear upset, just puzzled. I took a deep breath. "You said I should be as comfy as possible. And Auntie said I should be, too. And I am…like this! And I'm…I'm hard because I love you both so much!"

My face warped in an omen of tears.

"Oh, sweetie, no, don't cry," Mom said, and rushed to embrace me. She put her hands on my cheeks and bent her knees to be level with me. "You're not in trouble, not at all. I understand, and I assume Aunt Julia does, too."

I saw Mom glance up over my shoulder at her sister. There was a look of uncertainty—derision?—in her face.

I glanced back at Auntie, who smiled and nodded. And then I looked forward again.

"So you're not mad, Mommy?" I asked, my hands touching her forearms, hands still on my cheeks.

"Not even the slightest. In fact, I'm overjoyed. The happier you are, the better. We just want you to be yourself, dear. Never repress that."

"I won't Mommy!" I said, and hugged her. She was wearing a matching dark olive crop-top and pants, which were loose around the calves and dangled above her bare feet. That said, they were incredibly tight around the parts that really mattered…

Where I presently stuffed my erection, a narrow opening I realized was her thigh-gap. Given the thickness of her upper thighs and the fullness of her butt, with her feet together this was a pleasing pocket for my throbbing dick. The thin and soft material of her pants enhanced the feeling.

I nuzzled her chest as I hugged and thrusted, losing myself in the sensation.

The sleeveless crop-top contained her small boobs like a loose bra. I felt them nudge my neck as I moved. Soft and supple. Although dwarfed by Auntie's, boobs were boobs, and they were Mommy's boobs, so…

My hands lowered to fondle her bubble-butt. My brazenness couldn't be explained, but apparently it didn't need to be.

"Aww, you're so cute," I heard Mom say, and then she kissed the hair on my head.

"I'm not being…" I looked up at her, my fingertips hooked into the thick meat of her butt cheeks, the silky fabric no significant barrier. "Too clingy?"

"Oh, not at all, sweetie," Mom smiled softly, her arms casually around me. And then her gaze lifted. I glimpsed a shift in her expression; she went from heartfelt compassion to some kind of concern.

Before I could inquire, I felt Auntie hug me from behind, and the heft of her boobs embraced the back of my neck.

"Family hug," Auntie said with a giggle. I tilted my head all the way back, until I peered up at her, her face looming above me. The crown of my head rested against her large bosom. Auntie smiled. "Jailyne is right. You're our little cutie."

"I…I'm…" I felt sensations course through me.

"What is it, Tony? Talk to Mommy, pudding."

I started to lift my head from Auntie's chest to face Mom. To respond to her properly, instead of just pumping my hips and fucking her snug, silky thigh-gap. My hands had left her butt to instead hold her biceps while my head tilted back.

And then Auntie bowed closer, Eskimo-kissing me while giggling.

"I…" My breath came out in a staggering whimper.

I suddenly felt Mommy's thighs tighten around my dick. I suspected that she had crossed her knees in that moment.

"What is it, sweetie-pie?" Auntie asked, her face and eyes so close to mine. Moreover, it was what she said. Only Mom called me that.

"I'm cumming!" I moaned, and erupted between Mom's thighs.

"Aww," Auntie said, lips puckered and brow furrowed gently. "You cute thing."

"Mommy! K-Kiss me, Mommy! I…I love you!" I gasped, not processing my choice of words before they left my lips.

Mom began to say something, but in the previous moment my eyes had never left Auntie. And without a split-second of hesitation, Auntie smiled and loomed closer, saying:

"I love you, too, pumpkin." Another nickname only Mom used.

Her lips found mine. No tongue, just a long peck.

I felt my dick pulse as I emptied myself between Mom's thick thighs.

And then I heard a light gasp from Mom herself.

When Auntie withdrew, she stepped back and turned away. I lifted my head, neck hurting a little, but totally worth it. Then I faced Mom, and I pouted.

"I…I'm so sorry, Mommy, I…" I gulped. "I confess, I sometimes call Auntie 'Mommy,' too. But I swear—you'll always be my number one Mommy."

She nodded slowly, her frown diminishing. She petted my face and then kissed my forehead.

"Don't apologize, my dear. Part of loving you so unconditionally is accepting your choices. And emotions. Besides…" She looked up, over my head, at Auntie, wherever she was behind me. Her face intensified briefly, but it didn't last. "Julia really helped me raise you. And continued to, with all her heart. She deserves that recognition and love. And I'm sure she's honored."

"Very," Auntie said, circling Mom and crouching to wipe the tile with a washcloth. Most of my load saturated Mom's pants but some had apparently gotten through.

"That makes me so happy," I said. "That you're okay with it."

"More than okay, dear, Mommy is delighted. Although…it might get a little confusing."

"As long as you both love me equally," I said, in a small but bold voice, subconsciously acknowledging Mom's jealousy, "it shouldn't be a problem."

"Oh, of course," she said, smiling a little.

"I'm sorry I ruined your pants, Mommy."

"No, not at all. It's just fabric. And you know I have plenty of clothes."

"I know you do," I said, smacking her left butt cheek with my right hand and jiggling it. She giggled. I added, with a burst of energy: "How many times have you ruined a pair of pants because your donkey-butt ripped through them!?"

She didn't gasp, only chuckled louder.

"Honestly, it's happened once or twice, but that's it, silly boy."

"Okay, well…why don't you go change, and I'll get cleaned up, too? Auntie and I will try to think of something fun to do when you come back down."

"Oh, okay…sure, dear." Mom nodded and walked away, tiptoeing around Auntie.

She rose to her feet and brought the washcloth to the sink. I watched Mom walk to the stairs—hurriedly. She probably didn't want to leave me and Auntie—my other Mommy—alone for longer than absolutely necessary.

———x———

I liked to believe that Auntie felt as if she had "claimed victory" with that orgasm, despite it occurring on Mom. Which, I wondered and wanted to think, made her a little more smug and confident that she held my highest attention. Meanwhile, I also enjoyed the notion that maybe Mom was mulling over the same thing, and perhaps that might even intensify her desire to "win me back," so to speak.

"Did you have anything in mind?" Auntie asked, her back to me, as she rinsed the washcloth in the sink.

"Um…not really. What about you?"

"Oh, I don't know, dear. It's really up to you."

I ran it over in my head. What could really bring out the competition in them, while at the same time entertain me? And just how far could I puppeteer them for my affection…

"Oh! What about a dance-off?" My face lit up. She stopped using the sink, set the washcloth aside, and turned, after drying her hands. She appeared a little unsure. "I don't know, I mean, I'm terrible at dancing, and sis is, well, more limber…"

"It's about having fun, party-pooper!" I insisted, and jabbed a forefinger into her right boob.

She snickered. "You're right, honey."

"Wait! Oh! I have an even better idea!"

"What's that?"

"I wanna run it by Mommy, too. Oh! And I gotta rinse off."

"It's okay, dear, I've got you. Just hold still." She took the wash cloth and gently cleaned my limp dick and balls off. And then she rinsed it again in the sink, set it aside, and washed and dried her hands. "Wanna head up now or wait for her?"

I was a little baffled at how casual that was for her.

"Um…" I recollected my thoughts. And then I took her hand, leading her. "Upstairs!"

She giggled as she followed at my heels. Once at the steps I scampered up on my own, and she was close behind. Behind her pantless, half-naked nephew.

Once at the top, I looked down to see her catch up quick, smiling and bouncing. I caught my breath and then headed for the end of the hall, which branched off like a stubby T; to the left was Mom's room and to the right, Auntie's, via the guest room.

I knocked on Mom's door, which was inches from being shut.

"Yes?"

"Can we come in?" I asked.

"Give me a second, dear." It was literally three seconds. "Okay!"

I entered, Auntie behind me.

"I thought of something fun we could do," I said, blurting it before my eyes adjusted to what Mom had changed into.

Everything about the new outfit was fitted. Not an inch of fabric was even remotely loose. She now wore a white T-shirt and white leggings. A white bra beneath, it seemed, and I think a matching thong. Yes, the leggings weren't just white, they were thin, too.

"Both of you?" Mom asked.

I cleared my throat. "Um, no, just me."

"The brain-child," Auntie chuckled.

"Yes, he's so creative," Mom smiled, and approached. She touched my shoulder. "Let's hear it."

"So…we start with Fashion Show, like we used to when I was real little, I'll be the judge. Except that your objective is to find something ideal for a Dance-Off. Like we played a few months ago. Again, I'll be the judge. I was thinking, um, a minimum of three rounds for the Fashion Show, but if you don't get a 10 from me by round three, you keep going 'til you do. And then the Dance-Off!"

Mom smiled and clapped her hands. "Sounds fun! I'm game. Julia?"

I knew that not only was Auntie not much of a dancer but also had much slacker fashion sense than Mom, however, she really only needed to shake her torso…

I wondered if that would click for her.

"Of course! I always love a little challenge," Auntie replied.

"Great! Let's do it in the hall, so it'll be between your rooms for changing, and it'll be more like a runway."

"Wonderful idea, sweetie," Mom said. She looked over herself. "Is this okay to start?"

"It sure is! You look like an angel Mommy!" I said, and slapped her butt, making it jiggle.

She snickered. "Thank you, sweetheart."

Auntie led us out into the hall.

"I'm gonna go grab my chair and sit, like," I walked about twelve feet down the narrow hallway to my bathroom, "here. And then you two can use that length of the hall as the runway. Do rock-paper-scissors to decide who goes first. Be right back!"

I was giddy and they could tell. It made them both chipper, too, although it was evident that they were also itchingly competitive.

When I did return with the wheeled gaming chair, they were discussing something, quietly but a little heatedly. It immediately evaporated as soon as they noticed me, however, and although I didn't catch a single word, I believed I got the hint.

Their jealousy and competition, over my affection, was invigorating. I could hardly believe it, much less that they were not only okay with but excited to play this objectifying game for me, nevermind a bottomless me.

I sat down, legs apart but near the edge of the seat, elbows on my knees.

"Who's going first?" I asked, about ten feet away.

Mom sighed and stepped aside, her back—butt, more rather—crossing the threshold to her door.

Auntie waved her hand and giggled.

"Start all the way back, Auntie," I said. "Heels against the wall. Then do your best runway show."

Auntie, still smirking, complied. She then set her eyes on me, smiling all the way, as she strutted down the hall. The swing of her hips seemed a little exaggerated, and not in the same way that Mom's was; it appeared forced, and unnecessary. Ultimately it was her jugs that stole the show, and thus, my attention. How they bounced and how she even moved her shoulders a little to enhance the jiggle.

I gulped and leaned back a little, fingers curling against my knees, as she got closer. She paused inches in front of me, smiling down, and the sight of her face around the rotund crest of her huge boobs was a captivating view. Then she turned and strutted back.

My heart pounded and I even averted my eyes once she headed back, uninterested in her average butt. Also just to try and gather my bearings.

Good thing I was sitting, or else my knees might wobble and—

Before I knew it, Mom acted on her turn.

She strutted toward me, snapping my eyes up. Her gaze was on me, too, like Auntie's, but her face was les expressive. This made her dark brown eyes seem even more powerful.

After a glance at her face, my eyes descended her chest—small boobs were still boobs, and bouncing—until they locked onto her pelvis. How her already dangerously wide hips rocked laterally with each stride was mind-breaking for me. Maybe a little dramatized, but it had an effect.

I almost feared she would hurt her knees or little waist from such maneuvers.

Then she stopped in front of me, inches away like her sister had done, and only then smiled down at me.

It began to find, as soon as she turned to walk back. Except she didn't stop there. Because when she did, the distended arc of her butt-meat struck my face. A gentle smack, which made her say "oops"—with a light giggle.

I reached out and squeezed her thighs, holding her butt against my face. I nuzzled her crack, where the thin white fabric scooped into. My eyes lifted as she glanced over her shoulder and down at me.

"I forgive you, Mommy," I said.

"Thank you, sweetheart," she smiled, and then walked free of my clutches. Her strutting away was just as if not more, for obvious reasons, hypnotizing. How her large cheeks shifting in the snug white fabric, without ripping it, was a thing of beauty.

She returned to that end of the hall and I noticed Auntie roll her eyes when her sister smirked smugly.

I got to my feet and walked up to them. My small boner bounced casually, and both of them tittered. It seemed that they were trying to hide it, but I didn't infer anything insulting.

I was more than satisfied with the actuality.

"Remember," I said, clapping my hands together in front of them. "This is about selling the outfits, and for a Dance-Off. Mommy, I give you a 7. Great, but feels a little lazy, and needs more, um…flexibility. Mommy-Mommy—" This garnered a snicker from her "—more or less the same, except I give you an 8 for the boldness to tackle all white, however, you, too, need to embrace, um…how lumber you are."

"You mean limber, sweetie," Mom giggled.

I chuckled a little at my own expense. "Right, yes, that." I cleared my throat. "So, um, both of you go change into something else based on my input. Since Auntie went first this time, Mommy will go first the next, and so on."

They agreed and began to hurriedly enter their respective rooms. Except that I took Mom's arm and whispered—within Auntie's earshot, though—something to her.

"Can you stay for just a sec, Mommy?"

"Of course, dear," she said, half-turning and looking back at me. Her eyes glimpsed Auntie paused in her doorway.

"Go ahead, Auntie. We'll just be a second."

Auntie nodded quietly and shut her door behind her.

"Can you turn around?" I whispered to Mommy.

"Sure, pumpkin," she said, pivoting. She looked forward, arms at her sides.

I poked her left cheek at its center with my boner. The white fabric was as thin and soft as I suspected. Then I applied some pressure at a different angle, and my dick slipped into her crack, sliding between her upper thighs. My hands squeezed her waist.

"God, Mommy, you're just, like…so…huggable."

"Hehe. Thank you, darling. You know you can hug Mommy anytime."

"I know I gave you an 8 for this but I love you in white, Mommy. It makes your big fat butt godlike."

A soft giggle from her, not even a gasp. And then:

"Well aren't you sweet?"

I smiled but then heard wooden drawers banging shut inside Auntie's guest room.

I withdrew and gently patted Mom's butt.

"Go on, get changed."

"Okie!" She trotted off into her room, leaving the door barely ajar behind her. I heard a closet door sliding open on its railing, and then drawers.

Ten seconds later, Auntie emerged into the hallway. She clasped her hands behind her back, consequently pushing her chest out a little, and wore an expression of uncertainty.

I gulped and tried to avoid…

No, I stared. I did. Fuck it.

Not only was she wearing another white T-shirt, but the sleeves and collar were black, making the chest portion stand out even more. Literally, too. Her giant boobs stretched the softly ribbed, thin white fabric to the max, nipple impressions clear as day, the material embracing them as a bra would, while still providing room for…

The notorious bounce.

I noticed as soon as she exited her room and stopped in front of me. A mere three or four steps sufficed.

I wondered if the shirt was in theory longer, but because of her jugs it got shorter, exposing her tummy, inches above her navel. Just below it, the waistband to her white boxer-shorts, which looked like silk, and extended just far enough to cover her fabric-wedged pubic mound.

Which meant that it revealed some of her butt from behind; all of a sudden I wasn't so indifferent to Auntie's "average" butt.

"Well, silly, what do you think?" She asked, chuckling.

"I, um, well…wow, I just…" I cleared my throat and looked up at her. Obviously I approved; my throbbing erection and dribbling pre-cum was evident enough. However: "Sorry, I just think…it would be fair to wait for Mommy and…and then tell you how I feel after the walk."

She nodded, appearing disappointed.

"Okay, I understand, sweetie, but, um," she then lowered her voice. "You promise to be honest? In front of her? Or will you pull me off to the side, too?"

It sounded condescending, but I didn't address that.

"Of course, Auntie. I mean…" I held her hand and caressed her knuckles. "Mommy."

She slowly smiled. It appeared genuine.

She started to say something but then lifted her eyes from me as a door opened, and a whoosh of air hit us. Had Auntie's hair been let down instead of in the ponytail, it might have billowed.

I stepped back, letting go of her hand. Mom clearly saw it but didn't say anything, as she exited her room and entered the hall. She instead smiled big and walked to the wall, putting her heels to it, ready right off the bat.

I barely even had a chance to process her outfit change.

"I love your energy, Mommy!" I admitted nonetheless, and piggybacked on her energy by hastily returning to my chair.

Once I sat down, I glimpsed an undeniably jealous, maybe even slightly bitter, expression from Aunt Julia to Mom. The latter of whom only smiled, and it dropped to a haughty smirk once she began her runway strut.

In her…new outfit.

She had taken my advice, alright!

Gray wasn't my favorite color, but how could I argue this!? She wore what I'd call workout attire, matching gray top and bottom. The fabric looked as soft as silk but more durable and form-fitting. How it hugged even her small boobs, making them seem fuller, and her…

Her butt.

They were shorts; Mom's long, beautiful legs were exposed from high upper thigh all the way down to her feet. And given the size of her monstrous butt, the shorts sufficed a few inches past her snugly wedged pubic mound.

It was much more prominent than Auntie's.

Dare I say fat, the sight of it made me want to indent it with my aching erection. My observation paused as she stopped in front of me, glancing down.

"I hope you like this better, sweetie-pie," she said softly, and then turned around, ponytail swinging.

She paused, to my surprise, one knee bent and the other straight, thus emphasizing one cheek. I gulped and ogled. I noticed how skintight the shorts were, and how they hugged her bubble-butt. Either from a microscopic size difference, or perhaps a shift during her hip-swinging strut, I spotted a centimeter of lower cheek-meat peeking out from under the fabric.

I gulped and wanted to touch myself, but restrained.

Part of me—all five inches—was determined this outfit was a winner.

Or was it?

I had noticed zero boob-bounce given the snugness of the top, although that was the least of my fixation. The seams along the hips and even crack of her shorts, however, were a little off-putting. Nit-picking, I know, but at this point it seemed like I had that freedom.

Also, just…

Gray. Yuck!

She began walking away, less hip swinging this time, which I could appreciate in a way. The natural shift of her cheeks in motion and so tightly clothed was a thing to marvel regardless of my previous criticisms.

I felt the tickle of profuse pre-cum not only drip down the underside of my glans but be followed by even more. My hands gripped the chair arms, short nails digging into the material. I must have looked quite amusing to them; and yet they both seemed so very focused on winning…

My affection.

Nevermind the game.

Auntie's turn, now. She eagerly replaced Mom and began she strut. Less hip-swinging, too, than before, keeping it natural, much like her round, perky udders. She added some flair to the walk by lifting her chin and pushing her shoulders back.

By God, kudos for that.

Was it possible to nut without touching oneself?

I honestly felt as if I was moments from it. Maybe one more round would do it to me.

Auntie stopped in front of me and I was surprised—pleasantly—when she suddenly stooped, pecking a kiss on my forehead. I could practically hear Mommy's scoff at the end of the hall.

"The look on your face is so cute," she smiled. "Mommy loves you, pudding."

My mouth opened to say something but even as my jaw moved no words came out.

"Hehe, gosh, you're adorable."

She started to stand. My brow furrowed. I whispered: "No! Kiss me again, Mommy? P-Please?"

"Aww, anything for my baby boy," she said, and stooped again, but lower this time, hands on her knees, which bent. She pecked a kiss on my right cheek, while I felt her drooping boobs lower onto the tip of my boner, gently indenting them. Their natural weight was titillating alone. And then she pecked a kiss on my left cheek, and a boob simply brushed against my dick.

She withdrew with a smile.

"And I…I love you, too, Mommy," I said weakly.

"Hehe, I'll never get tired of hearing it, darling."

She stood up, chest out, boobs bouncing, and then turned. Indeed, her butt looked above-average in these shorts, which exposed some cheek and were partially wedged—as they were in the front, around her mound—in the back, up her crack.

As she walked away, with a more chipper strut than before, I glimpsed Mom's disgruntled face and even crossed arms. Still, the way she stood, her right hip favoring that side, made her lower body even more arousing.

My gaze returned to Auntie's backside, by which point she arrived at the wall. The two said nothing to one another.

I took a deep breath and got up, jogging—kind of; I didn't want to sling pre-cum everywhere—down the hall. Their eyes aligned with mine.

"Great walk, you two. So, Mommy…" It nearly hurt me to be this petty, but I turned to face Auntie as I said the keyword. In my peripheral vision I thought I saw Mom's jaw drop, but I could be wrong. "It's a 10. I don't think you could find, or showcase, a better outfit, not for a Dance-Off anyway."

Her face lit up, big grin, and she clapped her hands while—cheerfully bouncing on her heels. More than that bounced, too.

I practically drooled. I did notice, though, Mommy roll her eyes.

"Calm down, don't be a sore winner," I forced myself to say, to Auntie. She nonetheless smiled as she stopped bouncing and clasped her hands together in front of her. I then faced Mom. "I'm sorry, Mommy, but it's a 9 from me. What happened to what I said earlier? About the white?"

She sighed. "I'm sorry, honey, I just…I thought this would be perfect."

"Yeah, for the gym, Mommy, not dancing. It's too tight, everywhere. And gray is so boring."

Another sigh. "I understand."

I stepped forward, my boner prodding her cushy pubic mound. Fantasy fulfilled. It felt so…cozy.

Her reaction was practically nonexistent. She only smiled, ever so slightly, as she looked down at me.

"I know you'll do great round three. You're a goddess of fashion, Mommy."

"That's so sweet of you to say."

"But just remember, this is a Fashion Show for a silly, fun Dance-Off. Nothing else."

She nodded. "I won't disappoint you again, Tony."

"You never do, Mommy."

She kissed my forehead, and started to turn. She paused, though, and glanced back.

"Love the shorts, sis. Very cute." She flashed a little smile.

"Aw, thanks!"

It seemed like a genuine exchange, and maybe even a brave gesture for Mom, breaking out of her chains of jealousy. Or perhaps it was tacitly backhanded.

Afterall, despite my critique, Mom's shorts were at least twice as hot as Auntie's. Then again, if Mommy wore her sister's, that would be a different ballgame.

So maybe that line of judging wasn't fair.

Either way, I think Mom got the point.

She returned to her room, leaving the door barely cracked behind her. I turned to face Auntie.

She held my hand and guided me down the hall. I just went with it. Reaching the chair, I swung in front of her and sat down, peering up with a big, toothless smile.

"Such a cutie," she said quietly, smiling. She puckered her lips and loomed. I didn't just kiss her. I licked her from chin to nose. She snickered and yet didn't withdraw. "I rest my case, hehe."

"God, I love you so much, Mommy," I said.

She touched her upper chest with both hands, in a heartfelt gesture.

"Oh, Tony. That means so much to me."

"You are my Mommy, aren't you?" I asked, essentially baiting her, but at the same time just making myself hornier.

"You've always been like a son to me, darling," she said, and stood up straight.

I gulped. "You…You look so tall, Mommy." She giggled. I looked at the ceiling and had a perverse thought. "Can you…touch the ceiling?"

"Hmm, I don't think so," she said, and then raised her arms to try. I gawked up as her shirt rode a few centimeters higher, although with her arms elevated so did her boobs, so none of them were exposed. Still…

I sprang to my feet and my boner slid up the right leg of her boxer-shorts. They were snugger than regular boxers, of course, and her thigh beneath my slick erection felt no less than silken. It brushed against some kind of underwear she wore that was also soft.

She yelped quietly and then giggled, looking down at me. She was on her tiptoes, fingertips outstretched.

"Not quite, sweetie," she said.

"I'll boost you," I said, and reached around to squeeze her butt. My fingers hooked into the meat of her exposed cheeks and lifted, while thrusting up her shorts and nudging her boobs with my head. "You're…You're too heavy, Mommy! They…They must be weighing you down!"

"They?" She asked.

I released her butt and my hands rose to her boobs before me, above me. I gripped them and shook.

"Your giant boobies!" I said, pouting.

She giggled. "You think so, silly?"

"Must be! They're so…so…"

"So what, darling?"

"So fucking big!" I said, and thrusted harder up her shorts.

"Hehe, you're so cute."

"What's going on?" I heard Mom laugh awkwardly as she approached, behind Auntie.

I stifled a gasp and Auntie half-turned, saying: "Trying to touch the ceiling. I'm just shy."

Mom tip-toed and raised one hand. My gaze dropped to observe her new outfit. I slid out from Auntie's shorts and approached my real Mommy.

She had changed into a snug white T-shirt over a bra, also white, and below a sliver of exposed midriff were low-waisted black shorts with big white and yellow daisies all over. Except that the shorts were…

Me oh my.

Underwear-short, basically.

"Do you need a boost, Mommy?" I asked, and before she could say anything I squeezed both of her butt-cheeks from the front, my fingertips sinking into the supple meat, while my boner thrusted between her narrow thigh gap. I felt the base of her mound rub along the top of my dick, as my face nuzzled her boobs.

She tittered and glanced down at me. "No, funny boy. I can touch it, see?"

I looked up, higher. She sure could, albeit barely, and without my assistance.

"I'm not surprised, Mommy," I said, letting go of her and stepping back. "It's your long legs. Necessary to support your fat ol' donkey-butt."

She laughed up a little fit. "You're so cute." She kissed my forehead and looked over me at Auntie. "Isn't he, sis?"

I wasn't sure if there was any kind of suggestive tone there. Sounded like it, but could be my imagination. Maybe Mom was really trying to be nicer. Or, in a way, pettier.

I didn't really care. I was beyond enjoying myself.

"Round three!" I exclaimed, startling Mom, who proceeded to chuckle. I then slapped her butt, enjoying the sight of the half-exposed cheek jiggle freely. "Giddy-up, donkey! Hyah!"

She yelped and then giggled more as she jogged down the hall.

I turned and beckoned Auntie. "What is this, a farm? Get over here, cow-Mommy!"

Her face went from evident jealousy to a smirking relief. She trotted past me, flashing a bigger smile down my way, and then joined Mom by the far wall.

"Just wait there, Auntie," I said, using that moniker for the sake of differentiation in the situation. I then beckoned her pear-shaped sister. "Third time's the charm, Mommy!"

I rushed to my seat, and the second I plopped down, Mom commenced her strut. Hips swung, butt jiggled—visible even from the front—and her small boobs had a little bounce to them.

Her black ponytail was pendulous behind her shoulders, like a metronome in accordance to how vigorously she swung her hips. With each landing heel, her body jiggled some.

She arrived in front of me, and stooped closer as Auntie had previously.

"I hope you're not disappointed again, sweetie," she said with a slight pout. "But Mommy will do whatever it takes to make you happy with me."

"Kiss me with your pretty face, Mommy?" I asked in a small voice.

Her mouth formed a smile before both lips puckered and she got closer. I leaned in, and she kissed me gently, holding her lips. I cradled her face and licked Mom's mouth, and up the bridge of her nose.

She…didn't…flinch.

"God, Mommy, you're so fucking beautiful," I murmured.

She smiled warmly, her face a little glistening from the saliva.

"Thank you, my adorable sweetheart," she said, and pecked my forehead before standing. She turned, pushing all the weight of her stance into her left cheek. It jiggled fiercely, and then she resumed her strut without further pause.

The bounce, goodness gracious…

Mom returned to the wall. Auntie didn't necessarily look pleased, but for once she wasn't flooded with envy.

I think she had come to accept that they each had their strengths and weaknesses, physique wise. And that I was equally enamored with both. Although I felt myself more drawn to big boobs, Mom's face and, well, being my Mom, made her butt more than enough to keep her in that upper echelon of arousal. Conversely, something I'd never tell Auntie, while she was in fact gorgeous, she didn't match her sister's beauty, but with boobs like that and an eagerness to outshine Mom, nevermind the whole change of monikers, had me putting them in a tie.

I literally couldn't choose one over the over, at least not when they both shared the same space with me.

Finally I rose to my feet, acting pensive, and met them by the far wall. I clapped my hands twice and looked Mom in the eyes.

"Ten out of ten, Mommy," I said. "It's the perfect combo of fun and comfy. And white! Well, kind of."

"Sorry, Mommy doesn't have many white shorts."

"Don't apologize, you look incredible. I'm so excited for the Dance-Off!"

"Where should we play?" Auntie asked.

"Definitely the living room," I said. "We'll use the TV for music."

They were mutually excited again.

"Who's should go first?" Auntie asked.

"I know!" I said. And then my voice gradually got faster and louder. "How about…the first one to pick a song goes first!"

They shrieked playfully and raced down the hall. I grinned.

———x———

Watching them race down the hall was kind of fun in itself, but what was even better was observing their "battle" for the remote by the couch. Hips bumping, butts jiggling, boobs—well, Auntie's at least—swinging in their snug confinement…

I avidly approached, and insisted myself between them.

Literally. My erection became sandwiched by their clashing hips, but not painfully. Either of my hands graced their lower backs, the dip in Mom's especially pleasant to occupy.

"Ladies, ladies!" I pressed.

They stopped their tug-o-war and glanced down at me with small but growing smiles.

"Goodness, just because I call you animal names doesn't mean you have to act like them," I shook my head.

They both snickered a little.

I casually, or so I liked to believe, thrusted between their hips. Mom's was exposed where my dick was, and Auntie's shorts had ruffled up a little so that hers was, too. The soft skinned embrace was delightful.

Despite their downward gazes, they only seemed interested in my eyes and whatever I had to say.

"Now, that said," I continued. "Since it seems to be a tie, I think it would be fair to let my second Mommy go first."

I looked up at Auntie. She smiled warmly. "I appreciate that, honey."

"Pick your song and begin." I looked at Mom. "Help me move the coffee table?"

"Sure, sweetie."

While Auntie booted up YouTube on the Smart TV, Mom and I scooted the coffee table off to the side. I then suggested she sit on the recliner, "on the sidelines," since she wouldn't be involved in the judging. She agreed, appearing content about that decision, and the one that nominated Auntie going first.

There was no shortness of confidence to her it seemed.

I stooped to kiss Mom on the forehead where she sat. Straight postured and hands on her thighs, her plethoric butt and hips filling the confines of the seat. When I stood up, my boner nudged her right boob; sure, it was supported by a bra, which I assumed was solid and full coverage, maybe satin, but it kind of felt nice.

No comparison to prodding Auntie's, but not unnoticeable.

When I stood fully upright, my boner sprang over her small boob and bumped her chin. My eyes widened, brow furrowing, and I quietly began to apologize—

Mom hushed me with a "shh" from puckered lips, while behind me Auntie was engrossed in finding the right song. Before I could process what was happening, Mom gently gripped my small boner and pecked a wet kiss…on the tip.

My toes curled and a quiet gasp exited my mouth.

She giggled under her breath, smiling up at me, releasing it.

"Mommy's cutie," she whispered. Her voice raised just a tad, to a casual volume. "I hope you're having fun, darling. In the end, that's the important thing."

No, I could tell what she was doing. Greedy to win my affection, wasn't this called bribery or something?

I chose to play her game.

"Only if you are, Mommy," I said, and petted her face.

Her smile widened in my hand.

"Got it!" Auntie chimed, and I immediately turned away from Mom. I saw Auntie turn on her heels, giddy. Her boobs gave in to a natural kinetic bounce.

I was quick to take the remote from her, only to use it to prod one of her boobs.

"Take the spotlight, Mommy!" I said, knowing that whenever I called her that it invigorated her more.

She grinned and waited. I sat down and looked at Mom to my right. She appeared unimpressed.

"Thirty seconds! Time her, and announce at twenty, and then thirty!" I told her. It was a rule we had standardized in this little game of ours, but I wanted to reiterate it. Mom nodded and was ready. I looked at Auntie. "The floor is yours!"

I played the clip Auntie had selected via the remote, and then set it down beside me. Music spewed from the surround sound, and although I didn't necessarily recognize it, there was a faint familiarity. The tunes were the least of my focus, of course.

There was music to how Aunt Julia moved.

This is what I immersed myself in.

While not as lithe as Mom, she knew what to utilize. First she began dancing like a cheerleader which I found kind of funny, but not unattractive. The bounce of her boobs in the snug, thin, white top never seemed to get old for me. Although I did periodically glance at her butt, too. It was only once she began curling her torso to the left, and to the right, that I became really engrossed with her boobs.

They were slaves to gravity and physics in the best way.

She got closer.

"Twenty seconds!" Mom announced.

Auntie didn't even heed her, not visually anyway. But clearly she took the dance to a next level by squatting in front of me and—

My boner dug into her shirt, not underneath it but into the soft white fabric, between her boobs. I felt their fullness collide on either side of my erection, while Auntie peered up at me, smiling toothlessly. She pointed to the ceiling, tilted her head back, and shook her ponytail, while also essentially motor-boating my dick.

I struggled to keep my hands to myself. The word "Mommy" weakly sputtered through my lips, but never in its entirety.

"Thirty seconds!" Mom announced, with a lick of attitude.

Auntie respected the time and stood up abruptly, albeit grinning, and half-turning so that only I saw her face in that moment.

Talk about coaxing.

Of course, I wasn't complaining. I was dumbstruck.

Auntie stepped off to the side.

Mom sprang to her feet and marched over to me. She snatched up the remote, turning her back, and stopped the song. She began browsing for her own selection.

"Um, shouldn't I be scored first?" Auntie asked, with her own bit of attitude. She looked at her sister, who was unresponsive, and then down at me.

"I, uh, I think that to be fair, we should hold off on scoring until the end. That way, uh, my rating won't influence Mommy any way."

"Oh, right. That actually makes sense." She smiled and walked past me, behind Mom. As soon as she had, Auntie's back still turned, en route to the chair, I reached out and poked Mom's left cheek with my right forefinger.

Mom glanced back at me with a smirk and a quiet giggle.

I sat back and she resumed her browsing. Auntie took her seat, hands in her lap and biceps forward, bunching her boobs together. A glance at her lasted longer than I expected, the sight beyond titillating, especially when I noticed my pre-cum "stain" on her white shirt.

It practically enrobed my erection with a gleam.

Mom picked her song faster than I expected, although I really shouldn't be too surprised. She often danced, casually, when doing chores and the like.

I would imagine that Auntie wasn't too confident about this, and was probably regretting going first.

Mom turned and handed me the remote. She walked out in front of me, giving a little space at first.

"Ready?" She asked me.

I looked at Auntie to my far right and tapped my wrist. She nodded. My eyes returned to Mom. I lifted the remote…and hit play.

The song started. It was a little…spicier…than Auntie's. Less goofy, but still very dance-worthy.

Mom wasted no time utilizing her hips, performing what might be described as a belly-dance, as if she was a charmed snake. Barely six seconds in and she turned, arms above her head. She moved her lower body as if it wasn't even attached. There was jiggling and then there was this. I gawked.

I imagined Auntie looked on with envy and possibly even contempt. I didn't care. I realized in the back of my mind that a Dance-Off was definitely unfair territory. The Fashion Show was equal, but Mom had a better dancing body—and experience, and passion—than her top-heavy sister.

Close to what I figured was fifteen seconds, Mom faced me and touched her toes. She shook her bubble-butt in the air, essentially twerking, but not overtly in my face. This view of her wide hips and narrow waist almost made me bust from the sight alone.

My hands clutched the edge of the couch cushion.

I could barely even hear the blaring music. Mom's body was the only tune I cared for.

"Twenty seconds!" Auntie announced.

Mom stood up, swung a leg around, and shook her butt while hopping back on her feet, knees bent slightly. I gulped and ogled. Before I knew it she dropped down to a squat, and just like that, shamelessly twerked against my erection. Her cheeks clapped, literally, around my boner. It felt especially small in the company of her cheeks, initially half-exposed but after all of the motion, her shorts had wedgied farther up her crack.

Again, the fight to keep my hands down…

At what I imagined was an encroaching thirty seconds, Mom backed her butt up into me even farther, cheeks inert and sandwiching my dick, pushing it against my stomach.

"M-M-Mommy!" I gasped. My hands went to grab her, as I heard a giggle spurt from her mouth, but Auntie sprang to her feet and—

"That's thirty seconds!"

Mom snickered and stood up. She retrieved the remote, stopped the song, and even turned the TV off. She returned it to me, and I might as well have thrown it over my shoulder.

Aunt Julia approached, insistence upon her face.

"How to even score you two, I, I don't know, you were both so…"

"How about a tie-breaker?" Auntie suggested, boldly. Even more brazenly, she nudged past her sister and knelt between my legs. She hoisted her boobs onto my thighs, my dick pulsing between them. "Since we both have our different strengths, we should—"

"I couldn't agree more, sis!" Mom said, wearing a jubilant expression despite the sass in her voice. She swung her right leg over Auntie's head, planted her knee in the cushion by my left hip, and then her left knee by my right. She came to straddle me, her exposed butt meat pressing down against my boner, sandwiching it with Auntie's chest.

Mom loomed over me, as I leaned back in the couch. She smiled and kissed my forehead.

"I love you so much, pudding," she said softly. "You love me, too, don't you, darling?"

My hands rose to her butt. I slapped her cheeks and then squeezed them. She giggled buoyantly.

"So much, Mommy!"

"I love you, too, sweetie!" I heard Auntie say, and I felt her shirt ruffle. What was she—?

Oh my God.

I couldn't see her but I felt the clarity: Auntie had lifted her shirt and taken me between her bare boobs, beneath the fabric. The silken fullness of her giant jugs engulfing my dick was rapturous. How I had not erupted in that second was beyond me.

"M-Mommy! I love you, too!" I shuddered, trying to reach past Mom's butt to touch Auntie, any part of her. I felt her face graze my palms, and she gently kissed my hands.

My real Mommy scooted back, and even from under Auntie's shirt I felt her bubble butt's weight. Both cheeks pressed against the tops of Auntie's clothed boobs, which sufficiently stifled my pulsing erection, dwarfed by so much fuck-meat, between boobs and butt crack.

My hands rose up to squeeze Mom's bare, narrow waist. I thrusted, lifting my pelvis repeatedly.

"I love my Mommies so much!" I gasped.

"Yeah?" Mom said, her beautiful face looming above me. She kissed my lips and then my forehead. A soft gasp exited her mouth. "You liked Mommy's dance, right?"

"It was so good! Y-You're so talented! And so beautiful! H-head to toe, Mommy, b-b-but especially your…your…"

"Oh, sweetie, you're so nice to Mommy," she said, brow furrowed.

I felt Auntie's jugs press tighter around my dick. The pressure of Mom's butt, which occasionally grinded, didn't "help." it certainly brought me closer, though…

"We both love you tons, Tony!" Aunt Julia said, in almost a whimper. "Don't we, sis?"

"Oh my God, so much!" Mom gasped.

I wasn't expecting this. A sort of union amidst the turmoil of their envious competition.

"And…And you love each other, right?" I asked. "It means a lot to me that you do!"

"I love you so much, lil' sis!" Auntie said, fervently.

"I love you, too, Julia!"

Suddenly I heard a slapping sound. I realized, by fumbling with my hands, that Auntie had slapped Mom's butt and then began applying pressure, all while using her elbows to control the snugness of her boobs around me.

"You're such a good dancer!" Auntie said. "Show our sweet boy how good you are, you fat-ass slut!"

My eyes widened.

Mom began grinding me and twerking on top of her sister's boobs and my dick.

"You, too, big sis! Fat-titted bimbo!"

My eyes rolled.

"I love my Mommies so much!" I moaned.

"Show us, sweetheart, show us how much you love us, Tony!" Mom said, nuzzling my face.

"T-Take me out, Mommy!" I demanded, slapping away Auntie's hands.

She complied without objection, and I grabbed Mom's immense butt, stuffing my erection between her cheeks and thrusting my final thrust. I came so hard, my pelvis felt like it lifted off the couch just to follow the jettison of cum.

"Yes, sweetie, that's it!" Mom gasped, cradling my face and looking down at me. "Let Mom's fat butt drain your little balls!"

I whimpered and shuddered.

"All over Mommy's face," I heard Auntie gasp. "Cover me with your warm love, darling!"

Drained, indeed.

As soon as I was sure I was done shooting my load, I slid out from under Mom, guiding her with my hand. I barely had to. She had it in her own mind already, it seemed. She squatted beside her kneeling sister and began licking her face. Auntie was drenched in my cum. Her mouth opened, tongue out. Mom licked that, too.

I stood, weakly squatting over Mom, and lifted her ponytail. I used her hair to dry off my dick and balls, too.

"Cherish my love, Mommies! It's all I have to offer!"

"It's more than enough, sugar," Mom said, peering up at me and rubbing her left cheek across Auntie's semen-smeared forehead.

I slapped her face with my softening dick.

"And I'll never stop loving my beautiful Mommies. Equally."

They smiled joyously, their expressions wet with cum and embracing each other.

One big, loving family.