Anti Mommy

My mother has an identical twin sister. Growing up, I used to call her Auntie (pronounced, “anti”) Mommy. This became known among the adults as Anti-Mommy, a joke I didn’t become aware of until much later. I was also confused growing up whenever other people used an alternative pronounciation for “aunt.”

Anti Mommy loved me. I was her only nephew. She remained single and without kids. I loved visiting her because there were few in her house. I could stay up late and watch TV, had all the snacks and ice cream I wanted. One time I remember we had enormous hot fudge sundaes for dinner. She was always coming up with fun things to do with me. I was allowed to spend weekends with her, which I treasured. I was allowed to sleep with her too and the cuddling before falling asleep made me love her even more.

After puberty took hold, Anti Mommy had me start sleeping on the couch. I started to notice things about her body and began experiencing morning boners. When these were evident while staying with her, Anti Mommy was quick to dispel any embarrassment for me, and explained it was natural for boys and not to feel ashamed. I remember she often smiled when she noticed them and referred to it as my “morning friend.” Meanwhile, I knew without really understanding that Anti Mommy’s body made my morning friend hang around more than usual and at more attention. Anti Mommy was a fox. Long hair, long legs. She was a dedicated runner. Her boobs were tremendous and the object of my slack-jawed desire. Her ass bounced when she walked.

As teenage years wore on, I learned that Anti Mommy liked to sun herself topless at her poolside. When this happened while I was visiting, she would simply announce she was going to have some private time outside and to leave her alone for an hour. I found that I could spy on her from her bedroom window. Her breasts were amazing and my raging hardon could not be quieted. Without touching myself the precum flowed easily. I jerked off to my lovely Aunt hundreds of times. I thought I was being sufficiently sneaky, but she knew of course.

The summer between high school and college I spent living with Anti Mommy. She had some projects around her house and my parents thought it would be a good break for me. I was thrilled. Anti Mommy and I had a very trusting and open relationship. I could talk to her about all the things I was too inhibited to share with my parents. Our bond grew and matured. Early on, at breakfast with her and my morning friend (it was so common to be erect it was never mentioned) Anti Mommy said, “Phillip, I don’t want you to be embarrassed but I’ve always known you’ve been jerking off watching me while I was lying out by the pool. It’s perfectly natural to masturbate and yes, I do it too. Just make sure you clean up after yourself and wash your cock head thoroughly, ok?” I nodded.   My brain was on fire trying to imagine Anti Mommy masturbating. Later, when I was at my post and Anti Mommy was below me sunning, she slid her panties off and treated me to a great show. The problem was I immediately came, unable to control my young excitement.

The sexual innuendo from Anti Mommy and her flirting increased and became outrageous. I usually got red and gulped unsure of how to respond. She ended up hugging me close for several minutes and I loved the feeling of love flowing between us.

One night there was a terrible thunderstorm and Anti Mommy commanded me to get in her bed with her. We spooned and I got very hard. She giggled and wiggled her ample ass against it. She took my hand and moved it up to her breast. “Don’t move, let Anti-Mommy help you,” she said, grinding against me. “It’s ok to cum,” she whispered. I tried to control my breath. Her breast felt amazing, I kissed her neck and she purred. Her ass crack was giving me the best feelings. I started to moan, and I came. I came hard. I flooded my boxer briefs. Anti Mommy turned over and kissed me. The kiss lingered and we kissed deeply. I fell asleep in bliss.

More to tell in the future.