My family at the time of this story consists of Sarah (37) my mother, Aiden (46) my father, and Jessica (19) my older sister. I was 18 at the time this all started, well at least the parts that were crucial to the life changing experiences that took place that year.

I was a senior in high school, just a few months away from graduation, and not really sure about what I had planned for the next phase of my life. One thing I did know though, was the women in my family were going to drive me insane, because I was a horny teen, and they were too beautiful for my young brain, hormone filled body to handle.

My sister Jessica was currently attending University about 15 miles away from the house, but she convinced my parents she should live in the dorms her first year. Not that she actually slept much in her dorm most nights though, because she was home more often than not, but my parents didn’t really seem to mind so much so she continued. My problem with it was that she tended to run around the house as if she was in her dorm room all the time, and apparently college girls tend to not wear much other than little booty shorts and T-shirts without bras. I swear it looked like all she was wearing was a t-shirt most of the time. And being that she was on the pom-squad at her University, she had a tight little body that even a brother would be sweating over.

My mother on the other hand, was also causing me to think things no family member should, her and dad must have had some reservations about the fact that both of their children would soon be out of the nest. They decided to have another child before it was too late for another, so my mother was currently seven months pregnant with my future little sister, Madison. Apparently the pregnancy was having some hormonal effects on my mom, because she seemed to always be complaining about how warm she was all the time, and she wore very light weight floral dresses all the time during the day and silk robes most of the time at night. Both left little to the imaginations of an 18 year old with his own hormonal effects happening, especially since on more than one occasion that I can recall I happened to be at the perfect angle to get a see through view silhouetted through her dress or nightgown. She had a perfect body, even if pregnant. She always kept care of herself and I could tell that her body was a bit of a point of pride for her.

So, it shouldn’t come as any surprise that I was often finding myself fantasizing about both my sister and mother during my alone time, at night, in my room. Not that I ever thought anything would ever happen with either of them, they were just fantasies. My mother was very much in love with my father, and never seemed to be the type that would step out on her marriage. My sister and I were always bickering about something, and she obviously didn’t like the fact that I even existed, a fact she made even more clear when mom and dad told us about the pregnancy with a third child. I never really was the type to sneak around trying to see them naked, and I never stole their panties, or anything like that. So, I was just resigned to imagining their bodies while I was alone at night. Something I was doing way too much of lately.

This story really starts the day after Easter, dad was at work and Jessica was at school. I on the other hand had the day off because of the holiday and my mother being a work at home mother, it was just us two. I had woken up late that morning and made my way to the kitchen to get something to eat. My mother was there washing dishes while I went to the fridge and grabbed the OJ and some yogurt.

“Good morning baby. How are you this morning?” she asked as she heard me behind her.

“I’m fine, guess.” I replied, trying to avoid looking over at her as she cleaned. She was in a little pink sun dress, that did nothing to hide her very shapely legs, and as it happens this was one of the places where the sunlight came in through the kitchen window and let me see her body’s shadow right through the material.

“God damn” I thought to myself as I caught myself staring at her, and looked down at my breakfast just as she turned her head and noticed my apparent discomfort. “I got to get a girlfriend, soon.” I continued to think to myself, as she turned off the water in the sink and turned to face me and watched me sitting at the table eating. I looked back up at her and she was just standing there drying her hands and smiling at me.

Getting more uncomfortable the longer she stood there smiling at me, I asked, “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Just looking at my baby boy all grown up is all.” She replied smiling wider she added, “And I was just wondering what you were thinking about over there while you watched me doing the dishes just now, because you seem a bit flustered about something or another”

I looked back down at my OJ and took a sip to avoid giving myself away if I could. “Oh…uh…you saw that?” I asked as I looked back up to her knowing smile.

She nodded slightly as she said, “Yes. I did.”

“Oh…well Onwin I was just thinking about how much I was going to miss you next year. If I go away to school that is.” I lied quickly.

“Mmmhmm, is that all?” she asked, as her brow furled, not believing me fully.

“Yup.” I replied as I took another drink.

“It’s okay, I understand.” she stated, as her face turned to a frown, something I have notice her doing a lot of lately. Which I found a little odd, because I couldn’t think of any reason for her to be sad all the time. I certainly didn’t want to be another reason for her to be sad, but there was also no way I wanted her to know why I was really looking at her.

So to try and change her mood back to the positive, I responded. “But I might not even go next year, I could just get a job and earn a bit of money before going to Uni.”

Her mood started to lighten, but she let out a little sigh, as she went back to tidying.

I finished my little meal, and I brought the spoon and glass over to the sink to rinse them off. Just as I dropped them into the sink, my mom turned towards me and bumped into me slightly with her belly. I flinched away from her touch out of reflex and a need to not actually be in contact with her after perving on her just a few moments ago. “Oops, sorry baby, I didn’t know you were still there.”

“Uh…it’s okay, sorry I will get out of your hair, I’ll be up in my room on my computer.” I said as I started to back out of the kitchen.

She gave another small frown, looking down at her belly she replied with, “Okay baby, but you aren’t in my hair. But go enjoy your games”

Her frown really made me stop and think for a moment, she had really been down a lot lately, something I had been noticing while watching her over the past couple of months. I don’t know why she would be sad, but I guess my curiosity got the better of me. As I reached the doorway, I stopped and asked “Mom?”

She looked up surprised that I stopped. “Yes baby?”

“Are you okay?”

“Um of course, baby. Why do you ask?”

“Well, you seem like you are sad a lot lately, and I was wondering if you were okay.”

She gave a small smile, hiding the tears that I know were welling up behind her facade. She stepped closer to me and reached out to give me a hug. “I am fine baby, nothing to worry about”

Confused by the sudden hug, I asked her “What is this for?” referring to the hug that seemed to be going on a little longer than I would have expected from her.

“I just need…wanted to hug you.” she corrected herself mid-sentence.

“Oh okay.” I responded relaxing into the hug. I could feel her body pressed against me hugging me tightly and I could tell that she wasn’t wearing a bra today because I couldn’t feel the straps at her back as I hugged her back.

“Now go play your games.” She said as she let me go, and then shooed me out of the kitchen with her hand towel.

I smiled back and took a step back out of the kitchen to avoid her swats. I had glanced down momentarily to verify my suspicions about the bra, and at that exact moment the sun hit her dress again and gave me a clear view of her breasts through the material, her nipples shadowed against the pallor of her breasts. Looking back up to her face, I saw that my mother had noticed my glance, and I quickly left as fast as I could and went up to my room, thinking to myself. “Oh shit! She saw me looking at her tits. Oh fuck!”

After a few minutes of waiting to see if she was going to follow me or not, I decided that maybe she didn’t notice me after all. “It’s a good thing she didn’t notice this.” I thought as I adjusted the stiffy that had developed in my shorts. “I really got to get myself a girlfriend.”

I went over to my computer and turned on the monitor, seeing an email notification from my best friend Davey.

“Check out this girl, she is the hottie that I hooked up with at the party this weekend” it said and there was a image file attached.

I clicked on the file and the image opened. She was not really my type, but she wasn’t bad looking. But something else caught my eye in the background of the picture. I saw my sister, Jessica, sitting on a couch with some college guy pawing her left tit. Just what I needed to see while I was trying to calm down from getting excited over mom’s body, my sister getting felt up by some dude at a college party.

To this day, I have no earthy idea why I started touching myself while looking at this picture, but there I was cock in hand, stroking it while staring at my sister getting felt up at a college party, wishing it was me that got to feel her tit.

I had been stroking for a few moments when my mother knocked on my door as she opened it and came in to see me scramble to hide what I was doing. I managed to cover myself up well enough so that she didn’t see my dick, but she was smart enough to know what I had just been doing, especially since the computer monitor still had the image file open clear as day. “Mom, you can’t Onwin Giriş just barge in without permission.” I quickly admonished her hoping to avoid her admonishment for what she had just caught me doing.

“Oh, sorry baby, I didn’t mean to interrupt your…uh, games” she said looking over to the computer screen to see the picture of the girl Davey sent me. “She’s cute, is that the girl you like, baby?”

“No.” I responded too quickly, realizing I could have used that as a good excuse for what I had just been caught doing. “That is the girl Davey met at some party this weekend.”

“Well she is a cutie; I can see why you boys are into her” she replied with a wink and a knowing smile.

Trying to change the subject and hope that mom didn’t notice Jessica in the background of the picture, the real fuel for my fantasy moments ago, I asked, “Did you need something mom?”

Not distracted from the picture, mom studied it for a few more moments before letting out a whispered, “Oh, I see.” then responded to my question, “Um…I wanted to ask about laundry, since I was planning on doing a load or two this morning.”

I point over to my half-filled hamper, and as my mom turned to go to it and pick it up, I turned off the computer screen and straightened up best I could, my heart beating a mile a minute.

She picked up the hamper and started to leave but stopped short of the door and paused for a moment before asking, “Baby? Were you just…um touching yourself to that picture?”

I thought quickly, it was, in my head anyway, the lessor of evil reasons for my masturbating just then. I certainly couldn’t tell her it was Jessica getting it on in the background, or even her body pressed against me a bit ago in the kitchen. “Yeah” I lied hoping she would leave it at that.

She turned and set the hamper down on the floor and had a worried look on her face. Noticing her worried look, I looked back at her as she spoke again, “so you weren’t…?” and she stopped herself. “I was just worried that you were…” she paused again. “it’s just that you seemed a bit excited about something in the kitchen a bit ago, and I thought maybe…”

“Mom.” I interrupted, knowing that she at the very least suspected that I was thinking about her just a few moments ago. “I can explain.”

“Explain what, baby? It’s okay, I know that boys your age have urges that can be overwhelming at times. And I was in the wrong for barging in on you while you were, uh…sorting out those urges. But I need to know if it was the girl in the photo, or something else that you were…” she trailed off, no longer confident that the answer would help ease her mind.

I started to open my mouth to respond to her, but she cut me off before I could finish the first word. “please don’t lie to me, tell me the truth baby.” The look on her face showed me that if I tried to lie to her at that moment, I would upset her a great deal, so I decided to tell her the truth, the whole truth.

“No, it wasn’t the girl. It was…well in the kitchen, when you hugged me, I uh…got excited, down there” nodding down to indicate my lap. “And then just before I left, I could see through your dress a little, and got even more excited.”

“Baby…” mom started to say, but I continued.

“And then I came up here and when I looked at the picture, I saw something in the background that got me even more excited, I guess. I don’t even really remember starting to touch myself.”

Mom started to fidget with her dress.

“I’m sorry mom, I won’t do it again.” I said looking down, shame across my face. “It’s just really hard lately being around you and Jessica, I get excited all the time, and I should be able to resist the urge to think about you and her that way.”

“Baby, you don’t need to be ashamed of those urges, they are perfectly natural.” she started to say. “I am sure it has been hard…I mean difficult for you, and your sister is a beautiful young girl, so your body is naturally going to respond to that, especially the way she has been dressing around the house lately. But why me? I am an old pregnant lady.”

Shocked by her partial understanding, I responded with, “Mom, you are not old, you are beautiful, and the pregnancy…” I paused to think about how to say this to explain the best way possible. “Well it suits you, and makes you, I don’t know, glow and radiate motherly energy.”

Mother scoffed at that and said under her breath, but still loud enough for me to hear, “I wish you father thought that way.”

Taken back by her admission, I asked a question I had no real business asking, ever. “Mom, is dad the reason you’re so sad lately?”

It was again her turn to be shocked by the boldness of my question, she paused a moment and thought for a second before replying. “No baby, not entirely anyway.” Seeing my confusion, she continued, “It’s complicated, love.”

“What’s complicated?” I asked.

“Us, my abandonment issues, and the shame I have over something I can’t really control.”

“Us?” I asked first Onwin Güncel Giriş making a note to circle back to the other issues.

“Well, your father and I haven’t really been, intimate lately. I really shouldn’t be telling you this, but my brain takes me down thought trails that make me scared that he and I aren’t where I thought we were, and now here I am, pregnant and starting to wonder if it was really a good idea to have another child so late in life.”

Her opening up to me, like this, was a bit alarming to me, I hadn’t noticed dad behaving differently, but I certainly didn’t look for anything from him like that. I tried to comfort her by saying, “I don’t think dad stopped loving you, he has just been busy with work lately. Probably trying to make sure this baby will be taken care of.” My words seemed to settle her a little bit, so I decided to ask about the next thing. “What did you mean by abandonment issues?”

“Well let’s just say that I have had a lot of people leave my life early on that I wished had stayed in my life longer, and now here I am with your sister already out of the house mostly, and you getting ready to leave for god knows what next year, and the fear your father is distancing himself from me, I am just afraid that it will be just me and this baby.” She started to cry as she sat down on my bed.

I rushed over to her, grabbing the tissues on my way to my bed to offer her some, and I wrapped my arm around her shoulder to comfort her. She turned and hugged me tightly, while crying. I really don’t want you to leave just yet.”

“I am not going anywhere anytime soon Mom.” I tried to reassure her. “I am still here. How can I help? I know I should help you more around here.”

“No baby, you are fine, I am just being neurotic, this has me all hormonal lately.” indicating her pregnant belly to me.

I look down and notice her dress is bunched up under her belly so that her bare legs were being showcased to me. I shook my head and thought, “God I am sick, she is pouring her heart out to me, and here I am trying to sneak a peek” though out loud I said, “I know it isn’t easy you being pregnant.”

“Knocked up you mean” she interrupted, still crying into my shoulder.

“Uh okay, it isn’t easy you being ‘knocked up’ as you put it, and dad being busy all the time, but I can help out more if you need me to.

“Thank you, baby, you are always there for me. It means a lot.” she stated as she sat up a bit and wiping her eyes with a tissue. “Which is why I am so afraid of you leaving.”

“Why would I leave you, Mom? I love you, and I will always be here for you.” I state as I look into her tear-filled eyes. Nervousness rising, for some reason, as she met my gaze, I quickly glance away from her.

I saw a smile cross her face out of the corner of my eye, as she replied. “I love you too, baby, I really don’t know what I would do without you.”

“I am sure you would be fine.” I respond trying to lighten the mood a little, but unsure if I was helping or not, and realizing that I was back to staring at her legs again. I could feel my erection starting to grow as I studied them.

I see her shake her head from the corner of my eye. “No baby, I don’t think so.” she states as she looks down and starts to fidget again with her dress, the hem rising a fraction of an inch more up her legs.

“Why is that?” I ask still looking at her lovely thighs as they are slightly more revealed to me.

“Baby?” she asks.

“Yeah mom? I respond looking back up to her face as she is looking down at her legs.

“You didn’t ask about the third thing.”

“The third thing?”

“What I am ashamed of that I have no control over.”

“Oh, I assumed you meant the pregnancy. Was that not it?”

“Well, it is that, partially, but it’s also something more because of that.” she said softly almost a whisper.

“What is it, Mom?”

“Well, you know how I said that you have urges and they are understandable because you are a teenager? Well women like me at my age have those urges too, and my being pregnant has put those urges into overdrive.”

“Okay, but you said those urges were okay, why would you be ashamed of them if you think I shouldn’t be ashamed of my urges?” I inquired.

“Well it’s pretty normal for boys to find their female family members to be attractive and act on those urges in their private times, but…” she paused.

I stared into her eyes as she looks back up at me.

“Mothers aren’t supposed to have those urges about their sons.”

“Oh.” I say stunned.

Her eyes drop to my lap for a fraction of a second and then she looks back up to my face. I am hoping to god that my erection isn’t noticeable right now. I look down too to quickly check, and boom there it is, in all its glory tenting my shorts in an obvious show of arousal.

As my eyes returned to hers, I swear I catch a her just slightly licking her lips, but I quickly pass that off as my imagination.

“I shouldn’t have told you, that. I am sorry.” she says after I don’t respond any more than my stunned reply. She reaches over and touches my knee softly. “I am just hormonal and feeling down right now, and I am just a bit crazy right now” she continues trying to change the mood and fix her assumed mistake.