The Shame Game - Sex Stories

The Shame Game

... wonderful rack.' I told her, her eyes flicked up to mine and she smiled, 'Yes, but at least you got your Fathers cock.' she told me. I grinned like a madman, 'And how would you know?' I asked. She countered my grin with a cheeky smile, 'I know my own son. And besides, you wear loose fitted pants around the house with no undies.' she told me, I quickly started to blush and realised that in a battle of trying to embarrass the other person, nobody beats your Mom. It was a game we played all time, I would say something to her about her, and she would make a comeback. I never beat her, but it's a fun game to play. 'I may have the penis, but I'd rather have your boobs.' I replied, I thought for a second that I had her, but she just flicked back her light brown hair and looked at me with those hazel eyes, 'You can have my boobs, as long as they're wrapped around that shaft of yours, junior..' It was the most inappropriate thing she had ever said to me, and perhaps the greatest. I could have conceded, I should have conceded, but instead I took a step closer to her and dropped my pants. She looked down at me, and then looked me in the eyes, before biting her lip and looking out of the kitchen window. 'Bastard.' she said. My smile was from ear to ear as I reached down and pulled my trousers back up. Finally, I thought to myself, I had finally defeated her. The doorbell buzzed and as I turned to the hallway the front door opened and in walked Aunt Caz, carrying a ruck sack and ...

... followed by Annabelle. 'Hello handsome,' Caz said, 'Hello yourself.' I replied. Annabelle gave me a slight nod before turning and walking into the lounge area. Caz came up and gave me a hug before crossing the kitchen and flashing my Mom a smile and giving her a hug too. I walked out and into the lounge, Annabelle was dressed in a pair of black yoga pants and a heavy looking hooded sweater. 'Sup Annabelle, how are you?' I asked making an effort. She looked up at me with bored eyes, 'I'm fine, in fact, I'm perfectly fine and in no need of a babysitter who is like, a year older than me.' she said. 'Well don't take it out on me, it's not like this was my brain child.' I told her as I turned and left the room, I wasn't about to put up with her attitude all night, I figured she could stay in the lounge and I'll keep myself upstairs. As I reached the bottom of the stairs I heard Mom telling Caz in a hushed voice about my victory over her, I then heard Aunt Caz replying. 'If he pulls that again you should just walk towards him slowly, getting closer and closer and then make out that you're going to go through it with. He'll yell ''Mom!'' and you'll teach him that even if he tries taking it up a notch, you'll go one further.' I smiled to myself as I continued up the stairs, good luck with that one, she'll retreat before I do. I had the mentality of a champion now, and nothing was going to defeat me again. It was a little before nine when Aunt Caz and Mom came banging on my bedroom door, a ...