Mom’s Identical Twin

 

Mom’s Identical Twin

When I was 18, I found myself in a very strange situation. You see, my Aunt was someone that I had 

never met. She’d lived on the opposite coast, and rumor had it that her and my Mom had been super 

wild back when they were younger. When my Mom moved out here so that she could marry my Dad, 

her and her Sister just kind of stopped meeting up. 

 

They still talked and texted. In fact, Mom insisted that they told one another absolutely everything! But I 

never spoke with her myself. Though I did still hear about the legendary Aunt Mindy on a pretty regular 

basis. But, besides the fact that she was, in my Dad’s words, an insatiable slut, and hadn’t changed 

since high school, I just really didn’t know much about her. 

 

So imagine my surprise when Aunt Mindy finally did get out our way, and she popped in to visit us, 

looking EXACTLY like my Mom! Yeah! Turns out, one teeny tiny detail that everyone forgot to mention 

was that she was my Mom’s IDENTICAL Twin Sister, which is a hell of a lot more than just a Sister!

 

Now, Mom and Auntie Mindy looked exactly alike, except for the way that they dressed. Like, they even 

had the same hair color and piercings! But in terms of behavior, I thought they had to be night and day. 

Aunt Mindy wore clothes that were like Mom’s, but she always found a way to make them look slutty. 

And she had the attitude that went with the clothes, if you know what I mean… 

 

She was relentlessly flirty, even with me. Especially with me! At first I felt like my Mom was going to kill 

me just for getting flirted with. But after a few days, Mom would just laugh, or roll her eyes, and say 

something like, “Oh Sis, you never change.” 

 

So… I started flirting back. First just a little bit. But, when I flirted back, Aunt Mindy did too, only way 

harder! If she bent over, and I said I liked what I saw, she’d put a hand on my thigh and whisper in my 

ear, “You should see them wrapped around a cock then.” It was bonkers! But it was also exciting. 

 

At first it was weird, because she did look and even sound just like my Mom. They had the same voice, 

but Auntie Mindy was also using these sultry, sexy tones, and Mom had her regular, Mom, tone-of-

voice. The longer she was there though, and the more intense our flirting got, the more I realized that I 

either had a Mommy fetish, an Auntie fetish, or both; and I was betting hard on that last one. 

 

I took Aunt Mindy to a little make-out spot in a campground one day (I didn’t exactly want the townsfolk, 

who had no idea my Aunt existed, to catch me making moves on someone who looked like my 

Mother). And in between kisses, gropes, and dirty talk, I mentioned that she was so much different 

from my Mom. 

 

Aunt Mindy immediately stopped, and put a hand on my chest. Which, my bad. I should have known 

that would be a mood killer. But, actually she just wanted to correct me. She told me that I had no idea 

how wild my Mom was. That my Mom, her Sister, had been the number one influence in shaping her 

personality, and that my Dad was actually Mom’s old kink partner. Yeah. They’d started their 

relationship as an open one, and went to crazy sex parties or something. 

 

But, when I expressed my shock that my Mom used to be that way, Aunt Mindy got this real sinister 

smile and said, “Used to? Oh okay. Well, that’s on her to share then. I’ll keep my mouth shut.” 

 

I could not let that sit, and the conversation quickly turned to me begging for more info. Aunt Mindy just 

leaned back and grinned as I asked for more details. Then finally she said, “I can’t do that kiddo. But 

you know what I can do?” I shook my head no, but something about her shift in attitude had my cock 

hardening in my pants. Then, in a perfect impression of my Mother, Aunt Mindy said, “I can copy my 

Sister’s tone of voice pretty darn well.” And after waiting a moment for my blush to spread through my 

whole body and turn my face red. She added, “Can’t I sweetie?” I tried to speak, but words failed me. 

 

Then Auntie Mindy leaned in, and grabbed the waist of my jeans. Then, still doing her best impression 

of my Mom, she said, “Now Steven dear. I’m only going to ask this one time, so be real honest with me, 

and you’ll get a… a lovely reward.” I nodded, equal parts freaked out, and more turned on than I had 

ever been in my entire life! 

 

Then, with the most intense bedroom eyes, she asked me, “Would you like a blowjob from Mommy?” I 

wanted to scream yes! And then no! Like, this had to be some kind of trick! Fuck! Was my Mom 

watching us from somewhere!? But, as I panicked and looked around, Aunt Mindy got down on her 

knees, pushed my legs apart, and still sounding just like my Mom she warned, “Clocks ticking sweetie. 

It’s a yes or no question. No thank you Auntie Mindy? Or… Yes Mommy.” 

 

She reached for my zipper, gripped it between thumb and forefinger, and then she just waited. 

 

As much as I didn’t want my Aunt, or my Parents, to murder me in the woods, I realized that I didn’t 

want to miss an opportunity like this even more! I nodded and told her yes. But she just shook her 

head, and after a second she teased, “Yes…”. And, after a moment, I realized what she wanted from 

me. 

 

I said, “Yes Mommy.”, and she immediately began working my pants and underwear down to my 

ankles. The last thing she said to me before my cock disappeared down her throat was, “Good boy!” 

 

Aunt Mindy’s blowjob was the best I’d ever had. It was slurpy, and slutty. Her hands were skillful, and 

were always working on, stroking, or playing with my balls, my cock, or just running along my skin. It 

was exactly the kind of wild, slutty blowjob that you would expect from someone like my Aunt. But the 

dialogue… The dialogue that she used was all, “Oh Son, your cock is so big!”, and “Does Mommy’s 

mouth feel good baby?” Her tone slipped more and more as she went at me, but it still worked, 

because they had the exact same voice. The only difference was my Aunt sounded more sexual and 

sensual than Mom did, but, as she went to town on me, Mom’s voice merging with hers just, somehow 

still fit my Mom. Like, I figured Mom’s voice probably got pretty sexual when she was doing sex-stuff. 

And it all just kind of fit.

 

When I warned her that I was going to cum, she popped her lips up off of me just long enough to say, 

“Straight down your Mother’s throat!”, and then she swallowed me back up again and began to moan, 

and bob, and jerk me off directly into her mouth. 

 

After what seemed like several minutes of me screaming out my orgasm while my Aunt/Mom moaned, 

swallowed, and occasionally demanded “More!”. I finally came down off of the most intense orgasm of 

my life. When she was done, Aunt Mindy shot me a wink, got back to her feet, and asked if there were 

any good burger joints that we could hit. As if nothing had happened! 

 

Since I wasn’t keen to explore the ramifications of what had just happened, I let it slide, and bought her 

a burger and fries from my favorite local place. 

 

After that, over the course of the rest of her visit, she gave me a handjob in the house, pretending to be 

Mom again. Then she gave me another blowjob, as herself. But, the whole time she played up the 

Auntie/Nephew angle, and I sooooo did not mind that! At a certain point though, I had to drive out to 

what was going to be my new school, and get some stuff set up. It sucked because Aunt Mindy was 

supposed to be gone before I got back. I tried to sneak some more time in with her, but with her leaving 

soon, Mom and Dad were always around her. Eventually she took me aside just long enough to give 

me her business card with her phone number and her real address written on the back of it.  “You're a 

big boy now”, she said. “Come out and visit me sometime.” Then she gripped me through my pants, 

and gave me a fiercely passionate kiss before promising, “Do that, and I promise that your Auntie 

Mindy will make it worth your while.” 

 

When I got back from my college trip, I expected an empty house. Mom and Dad were always out with 

some social activity or another, and, for the first time since Aunt Mindy had shot me down on the 

subject, I was beginning to question how innocent, or potentially wicked, those “social” activities 

actually were. But, before I could even get out of the car, Aunt Mindy came running out of the house in 

one of her trademark sexy outfits. 

 

She was giggling, and looking very playful as she popped into my car, sliding into the passenger seat 

beside me. Then she shot me a wink and said, “Let’s get out of here kiddo!”. Before waiting for a reply, 

she grabbed my phone and punched an address into the GPS. The car told me to turn around, Aunt 

Mindy’s smile said she’d make it worth my while, and so away we went! 

 

We were barely 10 minutes from the house (She’d punched in a restaurant that was almost an hour 

away) when she asked, “Do you mind if we do, the Mommy thing, today?” I sure as fuck didn’t, and I 

told her so in almost those exact words. She laughed in reply, switched her tone a bit and, placing a 

hand on my thigh she assured me that I was being a, “Very bad boy…”. 

 

10 minutes after that, she asked me how many times I thought I could cum and still get hard between 

right that minute, and the end of the night. Since I’d masturbated as often as 7 times a day, and had 

weeks when 5 were normal, I gave her 5 to 7 as my best guess. At that, she pointed out a crappy little 

gas station and asked me if I was up for proving it. And, oh my god! I don’t think anything could have 

possibly sounded better. 

 

We parked the car. I went in and grabbed a water, per Aunt Mindy’s request, and when I came back 

she was gone. A quick look around revealed my incredibly gorgeous Aunt was beckoning me to follow 

her from behind the gas station. It was near the highway, and at the base of a hill, so the rear of the gas 

station was cast in shadow’s from tall trees and was shockingly private. 

 

Aunt Mindy said, “Not to mix characters, but I feel like such a whore today!” Then she straightened 

herself up, and seemed to slip back into character before holding out her hand and asking me to give 

her $20. I tried asking why, but in her disturbingly perfect impression of my Mom, her Sister, she just 

said, “No buts young man. $20.” The moment I put the money in her hand she grinned, tucked the bill 

in between her big tits, and squatted down so that she was sitting on her heels. “Good boy”, she 

purred. “Now Mommy is going to show you what $20 buys you behind a gas station like this.” 

 

And just, FUCK! She was even sluttier than before. Now she was calling herself my “Whore Mommy”, 

and I swear she sucked me off with even more skill than before. Which only played that much more 

perfectly into the whole “prostitute” thing, and made it all just that much hotter! Once again, she had 

me cum down her throat so that she could swallow my load. But this time she opened her mouth to 

show me the evidence of what she was doing, before and after. Which, yeah, was seriously fucking 

hot while she was using the Mom voice! 

 

We got back in the car and Aunt Mindy was all smiles as she drank her water. On the off chance that it 

might work, I asked if I could possibly have my $20 bucks back. In reply, she said, “That depends 

sweetie. Did I not EARN that money”, and as she said it, she squeezed my upper thigh and sent a 

wave of heat through me that had my brain feeling like it was on fire. I tried to reply a couple of times, 

but couldn’t get enough air to form words with. So I just nodded, put the car in drive, and got back on 

course for our destination. We arrived about an hour later.

 

As we were pulling into the restaurant, Aunt Mindy asked if I minded if she dropped the “Mom” act, at 

least until she’d made me cum again. And like, yeah. Obviously. What kind of shit head would insist 

that a woman NOT be herself around him, as if that wasn’t enough. Although, honestly, the Mom stuff  

WAS  hotter. But I was never going to be a jerk and tell Aunt Mindy that!

 

We went into the restaurant, ordered some food, and asked for some waters. Aunt Mindy was going to 

buy a real drink, but they asked to card her, and after patting her pockets for a moment, she told the 

waiter, “Just a water is fine for right now.” Once the waiter left the table, she asked me to take my 

jacket off and put it on the bench. It sounded so suspicious the way that she said it, so I asked her why. 

She replied by telling me that it would keep the staff from thinking we had left. When I still didn’t catch 

on, she gave a little head shake, grinned, and looked back to the restrooms. “I thought we might slip 

away for a suspicious amount of time. But if you don’t want to…” 

 

I had my jacket off, my Aunt’s hand in mine, and I was practically pulling her towards the bathrooms 

within moments. She laughed so loud that she instinctively covered her mouth and apologized to the 

people around us. And had to pull me back towards the table just enough to stretch out her hand and 

put her water glass back down. 

 

Around the corner and in the dark, I was faced with two doors. But Mindy pushed the men’s room door 

open, grabbed me by the waist of my pants again, and dragged me into a stall. She put down like 10 

seat covers before she sat down on the toilet, still wearing all of her clothes, and told me to lock the 

door just a few seconds before her first moan came out. It was followed immediately by mine!

 

This time the blowjob was slow, subtle, and seemed even more skilled. It was delicate, and intimate, 

and it was kind of crazy because the first time had been in the woods, and this was in a men’s room 

stall. But she took me to the brink of orgasm within minutes. I didn’t cum though. Instead she backed 

off, and took my cock out of her mouth long enough to shush me in a decidedly Motherly way.  I almost 

made a dirty comment before I remembered that we weren’t doing that role-play, and she was just 

being sensible about not getting us arrested. 

 

It was a solid 20 minutes of fucking paradise before I finally did cum, and when I did, I knew it was 

exactly when she wanted me to. In part because, I swear, she was getting more skillful with every 

blowjob she gave. But also because when she was ready, she took my hand, slipped it into her top and 

gave me my first, under the clothes feel of her tits. She put that massive thing in my hand and 

squeezed for me. Her breasts were massive, seductively soft to the touch, and felt like heaven! Then 

her own hand increased speed, and I had to bite down between my thumb and forefinger to keep from 

screaming out how intensely good my orgasm was! 

 

After we’d washed up, and, oh, a guy came in the bathroom while we were both washing at the sinks, 

but a wink from my sexy Aunt and he blushed, walked into a bathroom door before remembering to 

open it, and shook his head to indicate that he wasn’t going to say anything. 

 

After we left the bathrooms, Aunt Mindy asked how much cash I had on me. I didn’t know, so she had 

me check on the way back to the table. I had quite a bit. The credit card machines had been out on the 

campus, and so I’d had to take out a bunch of cash while I was up there. I asked her why she wanted 

to know, and she stopped our walk, leaned into my ear and whispered, I really liked playing Whore 

Mommy earlier.” Her sinful smile was enough to take my breath away as she pulled back from my ear. 

So, blushing once again, we made our way back to the table. 

 

I was… just a little confused though. So, after our food arrived, I leaned over to whisper, and asked her 

 if we were doing the Mom thing or the Aunt thing right that second. 

 She pulled back with this knowing smile. I almost felt like I was in trouble or something for a second 

there. Then she said, “Want to know the one physical difference between my Sister and I?” And like, 

kind of… But I was also afraid that once I knew it, it would ruin the role-play. Still, I couldn’t say that, so I 

just said yes instead. Then she took her tank top strap, and her bra strap, and slid them both down one 

shoulder. She looked like one of her tits was straight up going to fall out of her clothes for a second, 

and I had a brief moment of panic. Thankfully, she stopped before that happened. She glanced down 

then, at her incredibly large breasts, and said, “See that teeny, tiny, little bitty freckle right there?” I 

gulped and nodded. It was small enough that it could have been a fleck of something. Easy enough to 

miss, and far enough to the side of her breast, away from her cleavage line, to not be the center of 

anyone’s attention. “Well”, she said. “Your Mom has that mole, but your Aunt Mindy doesn’t.” 

 

At that, she put her straps back up, took out a little folded card holder, and held up her drivers license, 

saying, “Waiter! I found my license. Could I get that drink now please?” The waiter nodded, and went 

off to put the order in with the bar. But of course, I’d caught the mistake in what my Aunt had said. I 

leaned in, my voice lowered just a bit, and started to say, “I think you meant-”. But she patted my leg, 

and in my Mom’s voice she said, “I said what I said Steven. I know my own body.” And… there was 

something terrifyingly different about the way that she said it. Like, it was so deadpan. So natural. It 

sounded like my Mom in a very different, very REAL way that I hadn’t noticed before. 

 

She placed her license down in front of me, and it was my Mother’s! 

 

My heart was in my throat, and the room was spinning just a little. I felt like the FBI was going to raid 

the place at any second and arrest me forever! The waiter brought my Mom her drink, made some 

quick small talk about how we were liking the food, and then Mom paid for the meal in advance through 

an app as our waiter was walking away.  

 

Like an idiot, I gave this low, whispered, kind of panicked sounding, “Mom?” But she just smiled my 

way, gave my leg another pat, and said, “Yes sweetie. And before you ask, yes… all day.” That made 

me sound like an idiot, but I had to admit, I definitely would have asked that next. I was just in that kind 

of headspace. 

 

Mom gave me a gentle reminder, saying, “Eat your food sweetie”. And, focusing on that for a few 

minutes helped. I stopped worrying about the FBI, my Dad, or my Aunt hunting me down and killing me. 

Eventually I even stopped worrying about my Mom killing me. In fact, the longer we enjoyed our meal, 

and Mom shot me glimpses of her lovely smile, the more I began to think about the implications of what 

she’d said. All day… 

 

Mom had flirted with me, come on to me, pretended to be a prostitute for me, and even gone down on 

me in a men’s bathroom stall! This… Things were different now. But, I had no idea how different. I 

remembered my Aunt trying to hint to me over and over again that my Mom was every bit as wild as 

she was, and of course, I should have remembered that they always told each other everything too. 

 

Finally, keeping my voice low, but no longer whispering, I asked my Mom what comes next. She 

smiled, wiped at the corners of her mouth with her napkin and said, “That entirely up to you slugger. 

But let me tell you what I had planned, okay?” I nodded, and Mom continued. “Well,” she began. “I was 

told by my Son that he could pull off 5-7, not 1-2. So I was thinking… There is a seedy little motel near 

here that I know of.” I nodded, and once again felt that rush of heat, and the start of a blush again. 

“And,” Mom said, after waiting for my reaction. “I was thinking that, 30 minutes from now, I’d be bent 

over behind it. My hands pressed up against the wall, or maybe a dumpster, while my Son pounded my 

pussy from behind.” 

 

She took another sip of her drink while I tried not to pass out from being turned on. Which, at that 

moment, I was pretty sure was a thing. After I’d calmed enough that I could attempt thinking again, I 

noticed Mom smiling at me. It was both an incredibly familiar smile, and yet, somehow, clearly the 

smile of a lover. “Did you bring any condoms?” she asked quietly.

 

Fuck!

 

I admitted that I hadn’t, but her grin never faltered for an instant. Instead, her voice went just a touch 

lower, and she leaned in just the tiniest bit more. Then she said, “Sweetie… If you're going to use me 

like a whore, and, you expect to slip your cock into your own Mother, bareback, before blowing your 

load inside of me…”.

 

“Well…”, she said, before reaching down under the table and gripping my already rock-hard cock 

through my pants. Then she tilted her lips up towards mine, looked me in the eyes, and whispered. 

“That’s going to cost you extra.” 

 

30 minutes later, I was balls deep inside my Mother. No pretense, no pretend (outside of the whole 

prostitute thing). Her palms were flat against an empty dumpster, and the metal was bowing, popping, 

and even bumping into the wall behind it, making what we were doing even noisier. She was 

screaming for me to, fuck my Whore Mother harder. When I eventually warned her that I was going to 

cum, Mom demanded that I, shoot my hot fucking load deep inside my Mother’s tight little cunt. Almost 

word for word. 

 

When we were done, and she’d stuffed her panties into the pocket of my jeans, we found ourselves 

walking back to the car covered in sweat. I asked Mom where we went from there, and she said that it 

was up to me. Then she pointed out that we were very close to my new campus, and the Fraternity 

House that I’d joined. I asked her what she meant, genuinely confused, and for a moment, she looked 

at me like she was trying to gauge if I was telling the truth. 

 

Finally, she said, “Look sweetie. I LOVE this, and I Love you. But since I was planning on showing you 

exactly just how wild your Mom really is today, you need to be the one who sets boundaries and draws 

lines. So, we already know that you are okay with my wet panties stuffed in your pocket and your cum 

running out of me.” After a pause, she grinned teasingly and asked, “Don’t we”, in a tone that made it 

clear she expected an answer. I admitted it, and with a lovely smile, she moved on. 

 

“So,” Mom continued. “Now you have to decide, just how kinky you want this to get. We could head 

home. Maybe getting in some trouble at a rest area on the way back, and then I could make you and 

your Father dinner and we call it a day. Or…” she continued. “We could buy some bondage supplies, 

and actually use this shitty motel the way that it’s supposed to be used. You know, walking in the front 

door and all that.” 

 

And, I know it’s weird. But it was still a little odd hearing her swear in front of me. Like, in the heat of the 

moment, it was all just the hottest fucking thing ever. But once the sex was over, hearing my Mom 

curse… it was still a little strange. Honestly, it was probably the same for her. 

 

I was about to tell her that I chose the second one. I wanted to take this thing as far as she would let 

me! But before I could, she added a third option. 

 

“Or…” she started again. “We could go up to your new frat house, where nobody knows me. And you 

could introduce me as your slutty MILF girlfriend. Or just a local swinger. Or, even an actual whore…” 

 

We were at the car at that point, and I was blushing and overheating again. What was she saying?! 

 

Then Mom stepped back, put her hands on her hips, and posed. Like, really just took a second to show 

me what a hot, sexy, busty fucking goddess of a woman I was looking at. She turned her head this way 

and that, smiling at me and keeping eye contact the whole time. Then she walked up to me, and one 

last time, gave me some choices. 

 

“It’s up to you sweetie. You and I can get some quick and quiet time on the way home. Or, we can get 

some intense, one on one time right here in our own little hotel room. Or…” she began. “Or, if you want 

to see how dirty I can REALLY get. If you want to take this even further. Well then, how would you like 

to see me suck off one of your frat Brothers?” 

 

There it was. Fuck, but why was that so hot?

 

But she wasn’t done. She took another step closer and asked, “How would you like to see your Mom 

sucking off one of your frat Brothers, while another one takes me from behind, and all three of you get 

to hear how Mommy sounds when she’s moaning around a mouthful of cock?” 

 

Oh holy fuck!

 

But Mom still wasn’t done. She asked me what I thought about seeing her made airtight by three guys. 

How I felt about adding another guy, so I could watch them fuck my Mom’s tits. Or a few more, so I 

could see that she was so experienced, so skilled, and so depraved, that she could add a double 

handjob to that with no problem. 

“We can keep this loving, and wonderful, and just between us, when it’s just you and me Steven. And 

make no mistake, I would LOVE that. But, I have to admit, there are other things I would love too. I 

mean, last I checked, most frat houses have more than just 6 or 7 college boys in them. So, let me ask 

you this, okay?” I nodded, no longer able to form words. “Would it be hot for you, to see me with all of 

these slutty clothes torn to shreds. Crawling towards you on my hands and knees. Covered in the cum 

of a dozen of your new Frat Brothers. And telling you how thrilled I was that you’d made such a messy 

Whore of your Mother. Because, of course, all your new college friends would have just finished 

gangbanging your real life Mommy, while you watched. Now, be honest kiddo.”, she said, reminding me 

of that first turning point with my Aunt a few weeks back. 

 

“Does that sound good to you?” 

 

When I gave her my answer, she grinned knowingly and said, “That’s what I thought you’d say”. Then 

she gave me a kiss. Just a regular, from my Mom, kiss. And we got back in the car to go do very not 

regular, so much more than just my Mom and Son things!

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