“There’s always a younger model,” Mom said.
“Trust me, they don’t see us as sexy,” Dana bemoaned.
“Mine does,” Tiffany pointed out, cupping her tits pointedly at the only male present. “Who wouldn’t?”
“Wait twenty years,” Dana suggested
“What’s a MILF?” Carol asked.
“A Mom I’d like to….” I answered, not comfortable saying fuck in front of my aunts and Mom.
“You’d like to what?” Dana asked, but in a seductive voice… obviously she knew exactly what a MILF was and likely knew she was one.
“Yes, son,” Mom added teasingly, “what exactly would you like to do to us?”
Carol added, frustrated and not catching on to the obvious, “Would someone let me in on the joke?”
Deciding fuck it! If they were going to get all flirty and raunchy I could too. “Fuck! A MILF is a Mom I’d Like to Fuck!”
“Oh!” Carol said, clearly surprised by my answer.
“And you think we all qualify, which means…?” Dana insinuated.
Tiffany added, shocking me now, “Well I’m sure many MILFs would be willing to bend over for that big dick I hear you have.”
“What?” I asked flabbergasted.
Mom gasped, “Tiffany!”
“What? You said he’s huge,” Tiffany asked, pretending like she was unsure why Mom was making a big deal out of this. “Are you now saying he’s not?”
“I’m not taking back anything, but that was between us,” Mom said, her face now beet red.
I shrugged, enjoying the attention, and definitely willing to open any doors if doors were available to be opened, “Well, I’ve never had any complaints.”
“If you’re as big as your mother described, I imagine not,” Tiffany said.
Then the phone rang and it was Dad. Mom answered, “What?”
After a few seconds, Mom said, “Look, we’ll meet you at the hotel. We’re still eating and enjoying our time without you boys.” Her tone when she said boys clearly condescending.
After another moment, “No, he’s a man,” Mom clarified, looking directly at me and seeming to like what she saw. If she wasn’t my mother I would without a doubt think she was hitting on me… yet I couldn’t be sure she wasn’t.
Everyone watched Mom on the phone as she finished, “Yeah, yeah, see you there.”
Once she hung up, I felt a foot between my legs reaching directly for my crotch.
My eyes went big as there were three women across from me who could be doing something so forward… one being my mother.
I moved my hand and felt the sheer nylon, not giving anything away because whoever it was would know I was aware of her foot and why wouldn’t I be curious who she was; although the nylon clue didn’t help as I’d previously noticed all the women were wearing nylons for the wedding… something that I learned nana had taught them as children.
I massaged the nylon foot, looking across the table curiously.
It could be my outspoken Mom.
It could be my outrageous Aunt Carol.
Or it could be the hitherto completely silent Becky, Dana’s only offspring and only a couple years older than I. She had huge tits which she usually hid, but today they were very much in view… as if demanding I stare at them.
Yet none of the three showed any hint they were rubbing their foot on my cock as they kept chatting, or in Becky’s case remaining silent.